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The Moth

A lone moth flits around my front porch light as wind blows through my window, luring me to step outside into black velvet’s night. I search the sky, but no moon can I see. It seems it’s disappeared, just like my love. The moaning wind plays havoc with my hair as that old bulb sways crazily above. In solitude, I simply stand and stare at the fool insect! How can it not know the falseness of the light that it’s drawn to? fluorescent doom replaces moon’s sweet glow. I know this well because in losing you I lost love’s gleam; I lost my everything, and still that silly moth is fluttering. . . written 11/6/2014 and now used For the contest, Any Sad Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Lilah of the Lilacs

Like violets were her eyes when first I spied the lady with a sweet child’s face who peeked at me from bushes that she stood beside, alluring Lilah, beaming, apple-cheeked! And so it was that more and more I found myself among the lilacs in that place where first we’d met, that I might hear the sound of Lilah’s laugh and glimpse her angel’s face. On fragrant garden paths we knew the thrill of blossoming affection. Poetry was time we spent! But when my love fell ill, the autumn of our bliss was not to be. . . I visit Lilah now where she’s at rest nearby the lilac blooms she liked the best. By Andrea Dietrich For the Women's Only Poetry Contest of Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Obstacles

If e're we could move that mountain from between thee and me,
where would be lament or reason to grieve?
How remove the hollow from the tree, or shore from the sea?
What left would there be?
 
What if ere the beam lost it's moon.
Or lovely Autumn raiment lost it's tree? What then would it be?
Can one sow the seed without the land?
Would this be what Powers planned?

The grief, the longing, oh, the heartfelt gaze,
The strife the loneliness, but a soulful phase.
A mountain surmountable, a hollow fulfilled,
A sea able to be, a beam again spilled.

A stage again for raiment,... a fertile valley for seed.
Our love could not be boundless without the bonds of these.

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010

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Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain. A memory that I cannot curtail wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again it’s May. . . the night you came to me by moonlight. The air was permeated by perfume from blossoms colored innocently white. But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom. When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red, will be swooped up by birds and carried away. I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey, I bow in downpour like the vines bent low while raindrops turn to tears and - glistening - flow. For the Contest of Gail Doyle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Tell Me Now

Now that your spirit hovers in chilling night air
Can you find your way to offer me some insight
So many times I pledged my love to show I care
But your lack of response trepidation would ignite

If I could hold you once more, would you tell me now
Would you utter the words I longed so much to hear
Instead of leaving me hanging from love’s frail bough
You’ve passed from earth, but in my dreams you reappear

I see your lips moving and long to comprehend
Words that silently escape into the vast void
I reach for them and your death I try to transcend
Expressions in life that you never employed

Our hearts had been broken countless times before
Your actions showed love, but the words I needed more

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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A Sonnet For Eduardo

The day I left Madrid, I waved goodbye to someone dear to me. I still can see his dark brown eyes that could not tell a lie, those same eyes I’d beheld so tenderly each day when he would show up at my door. Where is my friend Eduardo, whom I left behind so long ago and never more would see again? I know he was bereft from letters that he sent, and I replied that we would meet again. I could not know how wrong I was or if he ever cried for me. How easily I let him go! How innocent and beautiful was he! Unbearable the beauty of my memory. For the Soulful Words Poetry Contest of Kim Morrison

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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The Rose and the Thorn

I shall nay know all the wonders - you hold
For all too soon the winds of winter blow
Scarlet petals withering in the snow
How cruel the breath that kills the velvet rose 

Tears - that canst’ bear the thought of letting go
Forever frozen in this empty soul
A broken heart forever turned to stone
A broken stem left now to stand alone

Alas! I find that life is bitter-sweet
As I stand holding only memories
Of a rose blooming in the summer breeze
Here beneath this old weeping willow tree

Once I held the sweetest rose - ever born
Now – in my grief – I hold the bitter thorn.

                            ~~~

                    Author:  Elaine George

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009

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Think Kindly

Do you know what it feels like
The moment when love strikes
Did you feel the beat of my heart
Did you love me from the start

The days of walks in the park
The slow dances in the dark
The passionate kisses you gave
Faithfully to you,  I was a slave

I looked at you and saw paradise
I was in your trance, hypnotized
When all your breath was lost
Then did our love start to frost

I gave to you all my love, so freely
When you remember me, think kindly




Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-30-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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my existence is of no importance

Life has become a monotonous task Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past Great pretender - you only see the mask Memories linger-how long will they last? Traumatic pain results in constant fears I show no emotion nor do I dwell Society mocks the man who sheds tears because of this, I shelter in a shell This heart of mine has mutated to stone It wont love again it cannot be cured I'm content in solitude - all alone All faith is lost, nothing can be restored Life is just an artificial substance My existence is of no importance Fictional The Silent One 7 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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Paradise Lost

Before the days when man first sinned
Angels traveled upon the wind
Everything magic shone in the night
Fairies fluttered, wings shining bright

Eve was perfect with long flowing hair
Sensuous body, delightfuly bare
Adam's body strong, he was a sight
They played by day and made love at night

Everything perfect, living in the trees
Yet trouble called upon a gentle breeze
The serpent said taste, this fruit so grand
Eve so entranced, she ate from his hand

She saved fruit for Adam, he took a bite
The garden went dark, no more magic light

A sonnet in The Wind Contest.
Written September 9th, 2013
Sponsored by: Poetess Darkly

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Lost in a World of Poetry

Lost in a world of poetry am I
Secluded in the lines of love sublime
I shut myself to pain, oh how I try
To live vicarious through every rhyme

In this my world there is no grief or pain
And I can be enchantress to a dream
I dance around the words till moon does wane
Then let word sunbeams plunge my heart in streams

I care not what the world thinks of my state
A love sick fool I am drunk on this wine
To read of love, my heart can hardly wait
Each line, a lover, come with me to dine

I am enslaved to poetry, it’s true
My heart, it sings when I read lines from you

Eileen




Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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AS HEART OBEYS


Upon the pier of restless shore
she scans across the endless swell,
to end pain’s woe just like before...
her necklace breaks, in chilled farewell.

On edge of evening,clockwork races
with hope to drown in circling waves. 
No more a chance to hold stars’ graces,
a wish tangled in child’s tomb, engraved.

Big dipper heeds her whimper, faint
as dazzling light soaks in deep sea. 
Her infant harks ,” Mom, be restrained;
I'm here with you, through love’s glory.”

By questioning the bleak of days
her truth alights, as heart obeys.


Surviving after Suicide Attempts Contest
Sponsor: Anne Currin
by nette onclaud 

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013

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Love's Chains

SONNET – LOVE’S CHAINS


Behold loves woes, unable to resist
temptations of an alluring affair.
Love’s eternity hidden by the mist,
of hazy tears and shadows of despair.
Like a serpents bite the rejection stung,
caught unaware in delight of passion,
eager to pursue wistful love still young
blooming romance, too soon out of fashion.
With smiles gone by leaving an empty space,
dreary days, teary sighs and lonely nights,
passion’s desire lost, left without a trace,
darkened with visions of saddening sights.

With love’s eternity lost, what remains?
Sullen existence bounded by love’s chains.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Love Is Too Blind

L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Sonnet acrostic (tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge 
Number three


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.

Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!

I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.

Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016

Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost

Where Man Walks Blindly Crying All Is Lost

As mind ponders on life and its brief span-
Only a gasp in the great fog of time;
Fleeting the days and quests of mortal man
Often in darkness, void of any rhyme.
Walking in pouring rain with sheer delight;
So, so short those pleasures may often be ;
Man born to deep rage and so quick to fight,
Eternally yearns to be truly free.
Sages and poets, keepers of heartfelt thought-
Souls that cry out for sweeter love and peace,
Too often ignored, favoring those bought,
Scoundrels hell will have and never release!
Rejection of truth has its steepest costs:
Where man walks blindly crying all is lost.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-02-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976 

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Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form 
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of 
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring 
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep 
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read 
only after I depart this existence.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Last Sigh of Goodbye

"Last Sigh of Goodbye" charming candlelight lost radiant glaze emotions vanished into twilight dust broken pieces of heart swallowed in maze as passionate masquerade died in lust. fleeting embers of deceit bid adieu' one last sigh of goodbye stole life's faint breath a love letter spoke words of love untrue in painful fond farewell eyes closed in death. beyond dark grave lies loneliness and tears 'tis better to have loved and lost in life yet ultimate betrayal spirit sears impaling soul with wounds deep thrust of knife. painted finale' carved in canvas cries caressing love in bouquets of goodbyes. *For Harry Horsman's Goodbye Contest. *Nov. 15, 2012.

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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A Blue Rose Sings

Upon a deep blue rose, a scented song,
so delicate of harmony and sweet;
a melody, whose strains of love replete
I mused upon. To whom could it belong?
To claim such ballad ought have felt so wrong,
but I could ne’er its memory delete;
each note an echo in my own heart’s beat,
alluring me to drift and sing along.

Though how I wish I’d never found the rose
whose music stirred a restlessness in me;
where love once blossomed only sorrow grows
from searching for a love that cannot be,
and timelessly a tear-blue river flows
through heartache’s vale to discontentment’s sea.

Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010

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Love Defiled by Hate

She was a Capulet and he a Montague
Yet the moment their eyes locked, such great passion grew
Scaled her balcony, professions of love to croon
Juliet warned, “Swear not by the inconstant moon”

Forced to elope because of a family feud
Hidden love’s revelation they had to elude
When Romeo’s friend Mercutio, Tybalt slew
Romeo killed Tybalt and from their town withdrew

Her father sought to wed Juliet to a Count
The friar gave her a potion, a small amount
Upon finding Juliet seemingly lifeless
Parents placed her in a tomb in funeral dress

The plan went awry and both lovers met their fate
Tragedy born when love did not overcome hate



June 9, 2011
Written for Brian's "Up to Thee Max 14 Lines" contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Past Passion

Go now, turn the photo albums pages.
You often smile at happy memories.
Let the images rekindle the stages,
Never lost, love..within my heart's reverie.

Would that we could return to bygone days.
I would do anything to turn that page.
Love know, my thoughts of us set nights ablaze.
Past passion, left my broken heart engaged. 

The years are long, and still, the pages turn.
Relive those brighter memories and come.
Could the ever after be, oh I yearn ..
We each can see the love in our album.

Only you, it is yours, my broken heart,
If you wish a Valentine take the dart.    


*Key to message: Read the bolded first words
of each line from the bottom up.

 If only We Could Relive The Past Love, I Would Never Let You Go 

Date: 1/20/13

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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If I Were Gone Tomorrow

Ice crystals form on a once dusty road
Taillights shining brightly amongst the smoke
The old tall oak bruised but still standing strong
A pickled blackened heart no longer broke

If I were gone tomorrow would she care
Remembering that I was always there
Standing by her side through thick and thin
My everlasting love would never disappear

That distant night she wouldn't believe
My heart was pounding loudly for her
Stabbing those stilettos deep into my heart 
Walking out, nevermore would my spirit stir

No amount of liquor could mask the pain
Finally, a dead heart will beat again



**Inspired by Nathan D's Junkie Heaven poem and a few late night texts from a friend drinking at a bar**

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

Copyright © Flippant She-Creature | Year Posted 2012

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Beautiful Lies

Because of eyes as warm as honey, I was melting, but the love I first believed was shown me in his gaze was but a lie. He uttered not a word; I was deceived! He leaned in for that first romantic kiss. I melted more; my heart did somersaults. How easily that man could bring me bliss. But I would learn his luscious lips were false! His gorgeous body, hard, pressed into me. I felt his fingers softly touch my skin. I totally dissolved! How cleverly he’d worked unspoken lies on me again! That young man with his beautiful brown eyes at last destroyed me with his beautiful lies. English Sonnet written 12/14/12 (late at night as most of my sonnets are!) for the Beautiful Lies Poetry Contest of craig cornish and now for PD's contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Distant Thoughts

With dead remnants of autumn at her feet
Abreast a patch of green in early spring
Upon a rocky mantle in retreat
With grief still claiming what tomorrow brings

On her lap, a love story in a book
A satin ribbon marks the place it ends
She turns her face away, she can not look
Beneath an old oak tree that can not bend

She wears the dress that he will never see
Symbolic of a dream not meant to be
Still virgin white with ruffles at the sleeves
Confining her and every breath she breathes

Her mind in distant thoughts that only see 
Those autumn leaves still clinging to the trees


Written:  May 30th, 2014

Too late for the  Isiah's contest, but I posted it anyway.
The picture was such an inspiration.



Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

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A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

Note: 
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Your Love, My Every Thought

Your Love, My Every Thought


Send me to the pastures ripe, lush and green
 nestled nearby a stand of mighty Oaks
In sight of placid shimmering lake scene
 never been disturbed by boat splashing strokes

There I may soon see the wonderous sky
 feel the breeze settle my tormented mind
All about feathered creatures sing and fly
 embrace all woodland glory I may find

Beauty brings soft memories of you
 flowers rivaling your soft flowing hair
Fresh newborne leaves sprouting out so new
 my mind soon rested and without a care

I wonder how the hell all came to nought!
When your love races in my every thought

Robert Lindley, 11-16-2014

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Embers Gone Cold

I seek for warmth by embers getting cold
and though I coax, they will not burst to flame
I sit and mourn the heart of love you sold
that bode in tigress broken now and tame

my body shivers by the dying fire
I wrap around me words of long ago
that scorched my heart with burning tongues of fire
but cold sensations now my heart does know

before I close my eyes and drift to death
I hold an ember close to bosom bare
a searing pain induces gasp of breath
and yet the burn is welcome wound I wear

You left me cold, alone in night so dark
Love's fire died and left me not a spark 

Eileen


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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In Absence of the Soothing Light of Moon

(Sonnet with rhyme on both ends of alternating lines) The starkness of my world now that he’s gone pervades in all I see and hear and feel, but darkness swallows all until the dawn invades. Then what I’ve lost is made more real! I yearn for Moon’s return - her tender light to keep me soothed, for sunshine is my bane. I burn with thoughts of him. I need, each night, to sleep away my memories and pain. He left, and now he’s far away from me across the globe. Oh, how I loved him so! Bereft am I while he feels only free. My loss means where he is tonight shall glow sweet Moon, caressing him - as once did I, and soon, I’ll face the glare from morning’s sky! by Andrea Dietrich For the Impress me - especially on Iambic meter! (Old / New)Contest of Giorgio V Motif: Romantic

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012