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A Gentle Death

Avenge me not, for death has been a friend
and anger ill befits love's gentle wine.
All lovers true or not, must part, ascend:
rise, or fall, as life's trials their paths assign.

Still as bone, white as winter's snow my skin
by candle light, one can almost see inside.
My hair a gossamer halo, so thin, 
my eyes, my blue eyes, still contain the tide.

I am your fair Persephone, your wife, bride,
and soon I will return to you Hades
to rise born on cherry blossom tides;
when in the earth, I can no longer bide.

Bless gentle Thanatos for his death sublime
and Hypnos, as in sleep, I do recline.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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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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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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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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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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Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

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

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~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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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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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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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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If These Eyes Could Lie

Locked up, shackled, tied down and chained 
Feeling empty, exhausted, used up and drained
Your heart unsettled with its flickering flame
Probing for answers in life's little game

I hear your cries echoing into the dark night
I could tell you everything will be alright
I feel your big lonely heart splitting apart
I could say I'll give your heart a fresh start

I hear your words begging to stop the blues
I could say I will be your knight and rescue you
I hear the tremble in your voice when you speak 
I could tell you I'd hug you and kiss your cheek

These eyes don't lie, I'll probably never be with you
My tears fall knowing there is nothing more I can do

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2014

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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.


© Sandra M. Haight 2015 
   All Rights Reserved


Honorable Mention
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
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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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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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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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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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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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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still love you more than as before

Thousand years! Thousand years it is
Long living like the undying breeze
Deep down my self, deep down my ease
In the thick bark of my heart a love does exist
Thousand years ago
There exist for my mood, a flower that glows
Regulating my heartbeat and blood flow
Raising my guts up and down, in rows
Making my emotions like trumpets blow
Thousand years! Oh so long many years
And I can still feel the pricks of her lovely spear
And the scent of her placating presence, like roses very rare
Oh thousand years, and the love still exist, yes!
I still love you, till forever nonetheless




Copyright © white sage | 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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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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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

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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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Ancient Dance

In twilight, old songs you're softly humming.
Silken smiles enliven your lovely face,
beguiling my presence still, becoming
in all your ways, sweet gift of heaven's grace.

Deep your eyes, beheld above the stillness
of mystic mien, dismissing every voice.
Caresses known in sadness and in illness,
a bounty cherished, if you make the choice.

Alluringly, you draw the bedroom curtain
and sing in softest voice of violins.
Of languid looks and outcome certain,
as old as Eve, the ancient dance begins.

Sway, your heated honey scent of passion
and poise, anticipating kiss conceived,
shall return my longing, in your fashion
and make my life ten times a joy perceived.

My love grows great to see your form advance
and weave with siren song the ancient dance.

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014

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Obsessive Love

Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss

Touch not this burning form with hands of ice

A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss

Nor will indifferent love for me suffice

 

Seek not with obligation to appease

Perfunctory in making love to me

Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these

Tis better far, my dear, to let me be

 

For if you not assess my heart aright

And think me one to faint with weak caress

You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might

Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress

 

Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea

With love obsessive, take a hold of me



Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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You Can't Remove the Glitter from Silver and Gold

You Can't Remove The Glitter From Silver And Gold Our love’s been bathed in sunlight and in the moonlight’s glow. It comes close to being eternal and we have come to know That when our time is over this truth will always hold – You can’t remove the glitter from silver and gold. Life will try to tarnish precious things we find Living all around us yet always seem confined. There is a sheen of greatness even when they’re old. And some get even brighter, with age, or so I’m told In life we’ve known the safety of sweet and caring arms That embraced us with comfort and protected us from harm. No threats have ever reached us where we were not consoled Knowing you cannot remove glitter from silver and gold. Our love has always been there as, steadily, we grew old We never tried to separate glitter from silver and gold. Written By John Posey 06/21/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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Love in Poetry

How do I write my love in poetry? Spin it around a needle’s company I succumb to the wishes that’s displayed Straight into my heart, a bed that is made Words that focus not on the worldly things Making love formed by surely everything Almost all my chimed poetry is filled Tinging of the bells on my window sill My poems flow from my pen to your head Allowing even the strange come to bed Obstinate people combined with some change Must read of my love, they will rearrange My lovely other, sits upon the throne Love ties us as one, prepares what is known Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Your Kiss

Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.

I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.

Your kiss will always be my special bliss; 
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.

And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014