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Love's Alchemy is Eternal

Love’s Alchemy is Eternal

Your look, touch, and scent now so perfect pure,
Enchants my true emotions and soaring passion.
I knoweth now our love shall always endure,
As God unites our souls as one by divine action!

Our sensual passion defines love’s spirit entire,
As we caress and kiss for this moment’s bliss.
Love’s alchemy maketh our spirits soar afire,
As we embrace our lips find that deepest kiss!

Our hearts beat now in a sacred tempo of love,
That reflects our real destiny, two souls as one.
This is God’s gift to us from Heaven high above,
As we wish these magic moments of eternal fun!

By Heaven, I pray our love’s alchemy forever,
And declareth my love shan’t leave you ever!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 27, 2016 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2016

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Strawberry Moon

Soft kisses float softly towards the shore
High tide being pulled in along with so much more
Oh strawberry moon how you make me swoon
Your beauty rests on all landscape strewn

Warm waves wash across my stubborn soul
Quench those heated thoughts out of control
Oh painted lady, my words to thee I sing
to soar exclusively with you on gilded wings

Gaze downward 'pon my humble ways
with solemn strength and ample praise 
To rise and to fall, to sow and to reap
In cloudless skies my heart's to keep

Taps gently upon my shoulder I do feel
With upward glances my love you steal

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016

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Oceans of Love

As I was walking through the sands of time,
dark storms were raging in my haggard soul.
The waves broke hard, with beauty so sublime,
their sprays were whispering of more to know.

Then, I was picking shells along the way
that tide had left there just beyond the bluff;
I thought to save them for a rainy day, yet,
somehow, knew that they were not enough.

I heard the message clearly, "Go within!
Use all your senses for becoming whole;
drink from My water, never thirst again!"
His ebb and flow touched deep into my soul.
 
From oceans filled with love by God above,
I was drenched in its spray, washed in His love.

Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2016

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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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The Dream I Dream

I see amidst a night gloomy and dark
A vision of light before me does stand.
It is true woman life's own divine spark,
Who places on my heart her divine hand.

My arms now outreach they do take you in,
The Rose in my heart is now in my arms.
Love's passion does sing and Love does begin,
I lose myself in the joy of your charms.

Your caresses they do make my heart sing,
I drink from the cup of your Love my Rose.
You give light to my night Love you do bring,
The beauty of woman that ever grows.

Come and meet me in Love's own bright moonbeam,
You are the English Rose the dream i dream.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Goddess of the Moon

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                                          Shine, Mediterranean Selene
                                          unique goddess of this dark life
                                          glow with pride and forget the strife
                                          all my nights are lonely and serene.
                                          I'm yours, only yours, pure and clean
                                          and although your distrust is rife
                                          soon, so soon... you'll become my wife
                                          believe these words of sacred mien.

                                          Do not let envy plant those seeds 
                                          of fear, of jealousy and spite
                                          from the demons come those breeds
                                          whose gossip and lies seek our fight
                                          They're who expect your heart concedes
                                          to steal what lives just for your light.
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Copyright © Ruben O. | Year Posted 2010

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I Think of You

You’re sleeping soundly, but I’m left on fire
Engulfed by flames of burning hot desire
I yearn for you, and in my heart’s an ache
For I must wait till sun kissed, you awake

I think of you, so full of every grace
You’re angel bearings show upon your face
The strength of virile man is in your stance
It makes the heart in me just want to dance

To know that you are mine is sweetest treat
 It makes me want each day anew to greet
The joy of losing self there in your eyes
Gives me the wings I need to take to skies

You give me strength; you give me love that’s true
My world is epic all because of you

For Gautami Phookan’s Contest- I think of You 
February 17, 2015

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Long distance love

One day me and you may meet arm in arm we can be free we can fix it for the street or in a way no one can see to be one can be so sweet to eat as two is my plea we can go to buy a treat or sit and sip a cup of tea it can not end in one glance if you can tip me a chance in a new way we can dance it can be sad in distance but I'm a fan of persistence we are one in existence.
8 April 2016 THE FUNOM'S SONNET - Poetry Contest by Funom Makama Syllables checked on www.howmanysyllables.com The Funom's Sonnet is a new style of sonnet of my own creation. The Funom's Sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line made up of 7/8 syllabic word count. The rhyme pattern is in this form a-b-a-b,a-b-a-b,c-c-c,d-d-d. The major unique feature of this new kind of sonnet is its words. Apart from the rhyming words, all other words in this poem should consist of not more than three letters. Asides the last word which is a rhyming word in this particular line, all others are three letters words or less. Ability to do all these make up the Funom's Sonnet.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Tender rose

A sonnet was invented by Shakespeare, the love bard who wrote without any fear. He had little problem with flow and rhyme, his words still admired after all this time. But, did he have a beloved like mine? One whose beauty comforts the stars to shine. That's why her eyes show me the way at night, one simple glimpse inspires my pen to write. Tender rose that blooms deep within my heart, her petals are a unique piece of art. A dedicated love that's hard to find, her voice brings peace to my burdensome mind. Open to me, let me help with your pains, sweetheart, come and feel the love in my veins.
16 July 2016 Modern sonnet with 10 syllables per line. Checked via www.howmanysyllables.com

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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A Beauteous Sight - Sonnet

Through the night i do see your reflection 
In the pool made by Love's tears that you cry 
In my heart they would have their collection 
When they were gone your heart would surely fly.

Take my Dark hand and walk into starlight 
With your dark Man make all your dreams to bloom 
Stars in your hair shine ethereal bright 
You shine so bright within Heaven's open room.

Passion's desires they will flow in sunlight 
Love fills the heart and gone is strife and care 
You shall always shine in sun and moonlight 
A star in life your beauty you shall share.

In my vision such a beauteous sight 
You my Angel light up my every night.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Gentle Summer Rain

Featuring:)  Giorgio V.

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

--------- 

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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When We Meet

Ocean breeze gently blowing that silky hair
Your seductive sway, sauntering over here
Those rich red ruby lips, soft, supple and sweet
Day dreaming of the time we'll forever meet

Those deep passionate eyes, batting at me
Gazing into my soul, looking to set me free
That pretty little smile, sprinkling angel dust
Giving to you all my heart, my head, my trust

That silky smooth skin glistening in the light
That first nervous hi, making things feel right
Your playful giggle, laughing at all my bad jokes
When you touch my arm, those precious strokes

One day you'll be mine and that time will be ours
Our hearts beating as one, our minds in the stars



Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Sonnet On My Threadbare Love

My love is like a worker's gloves grown old.
His hands are leather, roughened now with age
and years of work in weather hot and cold,
yet through the many years, he has grown sage. . .

My love is like a builder's pair of boots.
He's dusty and fatigued and still he walks
while trailing mud, but now his attributes
shine through despite life's many stumbling blocks.

My love is like a pair of jeans much worn,
a pair of socks with holes that have stayed warm.
Though time and all the trials he has borne
have left him frayed, he wishes no one harm.

To write a beaming sonnet would not do,
but threadbare love (in some ways) bests the new.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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To Him who Loves Me

He held me through the maelstrom of my heart
strong arms of comfort, chest of solid might
with soothing touch the healing he did start
he brought the rays of sun to warm my night

the whispers in my ear were tender, sweet
they breathed into my soul his courage fierce
he vanquished all the cold with flaming heat
and placed his balm on wounds that lies did pierce

my heart he touched and made to beat once more
my eyes he kissed with truth, and I could see
On lips his love with kisses he did pour
he arms a haven that was meant to be

To him who loves me with such constant care
my dreams, my soul and body I will bare 

Eileen



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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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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Give and Take


The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.

But somehow this could never balance out—
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt
the hungry takers take beyond their share.

While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.


January 15, 2015

Contest: The Battle of the Honorable Mentions
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux

Received Honorable Mention
Judged: 01/24/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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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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Be patient my heart

I have no words to use that can define, 
this task so tough to find my lover's name.
In hope, I wait for my soul to refine, 
before my heart becomes old with this game.

This language they call love has no restraint, 
yet, still I search for tongue which echoes mine. 
Perhaps there is no one who can acquaint, 
and yet, I yearn that love becomes my shrine. 

Upon this path, one can feel all alone,
when walking with no one to hold your hand.
Enraged with fate one may start to bemoan,
despite all your attempts, unloved you stand.

True love, like leaves in Spring, transcend in life; 
be patient heart, for growth is always rife.

28 May 2016
Pen a sonnet on it by Janis Thompson




Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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His Life, His Love: Sailor's Moon

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . . 

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above. 
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.

For PD's 
the moon- old/new poemsPoetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Shadow Puppets


Shadow Puppets

Once, side by side, they walked the moonlit beach
in silence, each alone and incomplete
in detached worlds, joined only by the reach
of tiny, lapping waves upon their feet.
As silver beams of moonlight iced the ground
and blotted out the warmth of sandy gold,
the warmth of humanness was hidden, bound
beneath blind souls, that shivered in the cold.

Yet on the sand, their shadows danced along—
a silhouetted couple synchronized
in motion…forms united, clear and strong
against the blankness which the moon devised.

Dark, shadow puppets sparked a guiding light—
gave living souls new vision in the night.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Pen A Sonnet On It
Sponsor: Janis Thompson
Judged: 05/30/2016

~3rd Place~
Contest: Puppets
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged 12/27/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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By Any Other Name

If love could have a color, I suppose
it wouldn’t be just any common shade.
I’d name it for the colors of the rose.
In heaven’s hues this flower is arrayed!

From chaste love’s hush of pink to heady rush
that’s shown by cardinal or crimson red,
the rose reveals the grades of ardor’s blush
unto the time it’s thought that passion’s fled.

But in the tint of amaranth, the fire
endures; in purple deep it can transcend,
while yellow blooms in bliss that does not tire,
and white’s fidelity will have no end.

Though black the bud, a red will grow thereof.
By any other name, the rose is love.


The rose is definitely my favorite flower!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Last Night Star

We lie together under the willow
I hold you in my arms and i do see
The light of God’s own flickering sunlight
On the horizon is winking on we.

And in the heart of love’s own fiery blaze
A single star in Heaven’s sky shines bright
My Love together let us make our wish
Before we see its last flicker of the light.

Cuddled up close we watch the star be gone
To its peaceful sleep as sun does arise
We know again our stars once more shall come
To take their peaceful place within night skies.

And in the sky we can see from afar
Our tiny twinkling friend the last night star.


"Within Elysium Fields" Series.

Copyright © Vladislav Raven | Year Posted 2016

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Hushed With Ease

Pen A Sonnet On It Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson

The sheets beneath the shadow lights a spark,
for whence we laid down he nestled his head.
Our enchantment lights magic in the dark,
but so much is spoken with words unsaid. 

For love can be given without a sound,
and received within the silence of night.
Freely nurturing with touching, profound,
nevertheless understood without sight.

Let us keep the secrets of passion calm,
yet exalt beyond the whisper of breeze.
Free from apprehension and busy qualm,
longing for our souls to be hushed with ease.

For as long as we remain free from sound,
our magical romance will be unbound. 

Date Written: May 28, 2016

 

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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The Dog of my Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.26.2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets
2nd

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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I was Adored Once too

Again she sees those vibrant sleeves of green
And hears those gentle whispers and soft sighs
Alone beneath a willow lost in dreams
An old woman reflects through misty eyes

To see her now so deeply scarred by time
A beauty once now buried in the folds 
Upon that road of passion left behind
The bitter price she paid for growing old 

The park where they first met is much the same
Where those two hearts she sees again entwined
Engraved upon the stone that bears his name
Upon her soul forever in her mind

A barren stone awaits her by his side 
Beneath those gentle whispers and soft sighs

                              
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada

Author's note:

The title is from a quote of Shakespear which
inspired this sonnet. 

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014

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The Tides of Our Passion

The Tides of Our Passion

The tides of our passion cry out my love, 
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love, 
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!

Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth, 
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Calls In The Night

Looking out in the setting sun
I'm blinded by the glare abound
Distracted by the smoke and noise
Barely able to hear a sound

As the welkin turns to dark from light
Stars shine bright in the night time skies
I wonder do you see them too 
Sparkling brightly in your deep eyes

In the wind I can hear your voice
Blowing across the vast blue sea
Speaking so softly in my ear
Whispering come and rescue me

Wishing upon the stars up high
My love for you will sooth your cry

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015