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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian
Though wrinkled veins line years on drooping arms
I'll hold all springtime's traces of young vows,
to care for you through life’s devoted charms
and rouse our crowning glory, joy endows
while tint of whitened hair enchants my heart
that passing unto seasons now grows old,
upon this dream's compass we have to part.
So sing dear one, our floral notes behold
as I guard you through one last winter rain,
until once more sweet memories grip us
to cuddle mild laughter and tunes again
when petals reel unto skies with caress,
…before leaves of demise call us to rest
we’ll share night's end upon heaven’s bequest.
Kelly Deschler's Stand By Me Contest
'When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we'll see
No, I won't be afraid ;Oh, I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me'
Ben E. King - Stand By Me
Copyright © nette onclaud
(The Relativity of Beyond)
Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.
And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.
And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.
What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is
a sense of proportion.”
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001
Copyright © Sandra Haight
Always this duo
Welcomes the neo
Their purpose is noble
To encourage the 'novel'
The words they use
Make one muse
Only a sweet bun
Relished by everyone
"Congrats!" they say
Like a sun ray
Poet Destroyer makes us happy
Visiting comment box in snappy..!!
Skat A scatters many a ray
To illuminate our nights and day..!!
Copyright © amolkumar udarwar
WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
***Sponsor rob carmack
Contest Name Screwed IV
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
11:02 pm. April 24, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
We haven’t been formally acquainted
Though your words now travel in me
A picture of harmony you’ve painted
Love truest, in the very highest degree
Trouble in the midst, but don’t stress
Look into the windows of the soul
Therein you’ll find your happiness
Where two parts become a whole
Partake of this newfound pleasure
Two rivers now flowing into one
The joy contained has no measure
Warmth radiating like rays of sun
On this road of destiny or now call it fate
To encounter true love, it’s never too late
Based on In Deepened Harmony by Nette Onclaud
I do not know you, but your friends desire you back. You must truly be a light and inspiration to them.
Copyright © wayland bunch
Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.
Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio
Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.
More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.
Copyright © cecil hickman
Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall
I went with a friend called joyous Jessica
With no real intention of “dressing up” at all
But to see and know what Halloween is after all.
There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me
If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play.
Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today
She painted my face as nothing in particular to see.
Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue
Touching her alluring body almost to the full
And she touched my heart while she painted
It was the beginning of relationship wonderful
What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool!
Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted.
August 9, 2014
Form: Italian Sonnet (Contemporary)
Second Place in
Topic: Chance Meeting
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta
THE SCENT OF WATER
Forlorn, distance roots between you and I;
Carve 'neath fire silhouettes buried grief;
Burn then blurred by irrational mischief;
Has crimson love gone pale and soon may die?
Trampled with reasons leaving us tongue tie;
Falling, slowly falling, is marriage leaf...
Amor ebbing , ebbing, like a thief.
Divorce papers rocketing quite, quick high!
Heaven knows, flaws, deaden raw I want fix;
Reckon blows, glow, freshen love flow essence;
Leaden float the scent of water,redden snow mater.
Lessons learned bestow order resins of brighter hello;
Father God, bless aglow each corners in progression...
July 14, 2014
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name one sad poem
5th place, to God be the glory.. :)
***Inspired with the verse theme: John 14: 7-9 and the movie "FIREPROOF"...
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to veins in a body utterly bound
With the zeal of a new couples tasting a love heartily profound
Never imagining their pampered sparkle would ever reach atrophy
A persisting whisper like the howls of a one thousand wolfhound
Driven by lust, the fervent fervour fatuously never faltered my heart
Desire has simply dyed my insidious sensation with colours agleam
With ease, the prey has fitly fallen into web not using a single dart
Night wiped the eyes of conscience, sanity swept in a sea of steam
For sweet sin never countenances evildoers to venerate the extreme
Bed saved its sheets for passers-by to err, the game began to start!
© Guru Jad 2013
Copyright © Guru Jad
When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Copyright © John Hembree
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
Copyright © cecil hickman
One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.
One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.
Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel
Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.
Copyright © Brenda Atry
Your love is like a fall’s crisp kiss
I can walk a thousand miles to get away from you
I can swim to the bottom of the ocean blue
I can fly a million feet up, way high in the air
I can pretend each day that I just don’t care
Yet I am sorry for the way I acted, the words I left unspoken
When I think of how we ended, my heart feels way too broken
Do you really feel this way, my presence do you not miss?
You made it clear your heart has no place for me anymore
I will move on and hope to find another to love like you
I will walk away, our memories in my heart I’ll store
Never allowing my mind to believe that it is true
For I loved, I lost. But as a friend I will never again tell
That you hold my heart forever, you are my Angel.
Copyright © Jordan Dickinson
My favored friend and lovely professor,
is it so wrong to love and admire
you with so doubtful a fiery splendor
that heeds no morals,--just wanton desire?
Your supple form is my Achilles' heel;
your lips--what lips those are!--I dare to kiss!
Your cheeks which blush with life and tint reveal
a sound and healthy soul that gives me bliss.
Woe am I! my conundrum--unbridled lust
for you that seizes me when we’re so near:
I must sweep under the ground and the dust
my urgent feelings for you,--'tis so clear!
If, my friend, I were not your man student--
would my warmth for you be so imprudent?
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen
A female friend of gorgeous pulchritude
presents a man with an experience
of erotic, nervous, elated mood,--
to him, it's a most welcomed "hinderance."
A male friend of chiseled, sexy, good looks
makes a woman self-conscious and confused
when reading "Fifty Shades of Grey" love books
as she's turned on by him, fully aroused.
They each may think of the possibilities
and wonder: "What can it hurt...if I cross
that line?" Is it worth the realities
and risks and the potential chance of loss?
A sexy friend's hot bod may be real fine,
but is it worth a cheap roll on cloud nine?
1.) poembender; 2.) Philosophical motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem III" Contest
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
Copyright © cecil hickman
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
Copyright © Ann Rich
How old people take medicine over the years.
they feel different live in tension and fears.
what is good flavour to live always in tears?
they are irritated and abusive in some hears.
but still they inspire jump in the forward gears.
they worried to draw a will for their next kin.
still they scroll numbers to play lottery to win.
they occupied to grab money they think its not sin.
they love holidays and luxuries, living for fun,
they are not scrap don't throw them in a bin.
Drinking alcohol is harmful they do as fashionable style,
don't eat much red flash but they do, take advice in a file,
don't walk hard n't good for heart but they walk another mile.
they know death has dreams they love happy ending smile.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana
How many gentlemen have chased your myth?
How many captains and how many kings?
How many have heard of your legend fell?
How many poets and how many priests?
How could they resist your tender mercy?
They'll never deny the world at your feet.
How many gentle ladies dread your myth?
How many mistresses, how many maids?
How many have known your calamity?
How many nurses and how many nuns?
How could they ever dare compete with thee?
They'll never deny the world your beauty.
How many people, both women and men,
Meet the measure of The Perfect Woman?
*Michael Dom, sonnet for Nette Onclaude's Take Two contest.
**I had thought of shortenning this poem to fit in 'The Perfect Woman' competition, but I could not do that without destroying the original vision. A pity I wrote the poem before reading the competition rules! Nevermind, it's all good! mt_dom
Copyright © Michael Dom
The news came to me as hell
On your fake ship my sails fell
You broke my heart
Wafted from you treason smell
A demon cut the rope
My feelings drowned in mope
I lost my love's ship
Still I have hope
I will not fall down
I will find my land again
Draw a new map for my heart
And my ship will return
Heaven will send its cloud and blow its wind
And each will reap what he sow at the end
Copyright © Arabian Poet
Baby, you remind me of a bunny,
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,
you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,
when we speak i feel the love
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple
I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end.
Copyright © Nya Johnson
Pamper is with care
Fragile like an egg
Flexible like days are
Chameleon in circle, circle like an egg
Strong like iron
When surrounded it with
Love, a steady grow
Is by energetic support
Our artistry means every
Thing in love
Sweet as honey
When put more care and love
Glitter like diamond
When use clear mind
All this make a stredy relationship whitout fall.
Copyright © Afolabi Muideen
PROFILE OF MY LIFETIME MATE
If ever I choose to be with you
May pure affection thrill years’ delight,
In moments of strife, be ever true
To count not the thorns of raven’s flight.
Instead, search the jewels in these eyes
And guide me in waves of melody,
For in laughter or tears will our skies
Warm the flames of deep intimacy.
Let space allow time for inner growth
That when arms meet, we’ll dance a twirled blaze
As hearts entwine in moonlight red, frothed
Enchanting hours, and still be amazed.
While fate binds you to glide on life’s wing
Just stay easy as Sunday morning.
Contest:Judy Konos' INTERVIEW
~revised, new poem~
by nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud
IN LOVE WITH LOVING YOU
Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.
In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.
This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.
Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa
People come to tell me your weaknesses
They come with a list of vices and faults
When they are done, I laughed out their meanness
But they make me love you more for your faults.
Our relationship assigned forever
The will stamped and signed, never to depart
We ought to love in fair or foul weather
We may retract the heart though cannot part.
Our love is priced more than the world can hold
A vast reservoir, the rivers can’t slake
We have built such secrecy quite controlled
Our manners will overcome if there’s slack.
Let’s us be patient in love while we live
When we’re no more, forever we may live.
September 2, 2014
Form: Sonnet (Pentameter Syllable count-140)
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Intimate Relationship by Regina
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta
Four days in, the picture frame is Positano,
The falling rain, the silence of our separation.
Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation,
This is real, we came undone in Positano.
City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many,
Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet.
Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano.
Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn,
Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure,
Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano.
Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment,
Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive.
Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky,
Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.
Copyright © James Fredholm
PARASOL OF LOVE
By the river, cuddled, we walked along,
kicking autumn leaves yellow and maroon.
Then rain came faster than a patter song,
rattling above us a popular tune.
Happy tears dropped freely from paradise,
nourishing the seeds of our affection.
I recall gazing into your brown eyes,
pledging to always give you protection.
Our lives are like the teeming of that rain,
sometimes it dribbles, other times profuse.
In spite, our bond survived through joy and pain,
whether in the bedroom or the caboose.
May this rain continue and never die,
As you’re the parasol that keeps me dry.
Written by: Ronald Zammit
Copyright © Ronald Zammit
In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing
each other's body the way only we know how:
whispering, touching, tickling, teasing;
we harness eternity and shrink it to now.
Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies,
still tingle from when I touched you there.
My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs,
and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air.
Amazing love, so mature, so young,
creating memories to forever keep.
Your body remembers the map of tongue,
but this night will end when we roll over to sleep.
So here, now, before the end has begun,
let's remain in this union, melted as one.
Copyright © Robert Sturgill