Frozen flames pressed
between each page;
suddenly, I felt each passing note.
The painting on the wall began to breathe
gently the same colors repeated life.
I was so close; I felt every vibration
and there underneath the gloom,
the roof let in the luminance of the moon.
A memory unfolded while I held your hand,
repainting our years, a devoted love
at the heart of everything. Steam is drawn
from our hands. The canvas,
the beautiful canvas, tied by solid green-gold.
Flames-brushed each wall as ageing you and I.
In perfect harmony. TOGETHER
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016
Tiptoeing towards the edge of the towering cliff
I flap my wounded wings and fly
over tall two hundred year old oak trees
up to the top of the highest of mountains
scanning a never ending sovereign sky
I glide effortlessly in the strong southern trade winds
watching the fawn and her doe in the wilderness
My heart starts to beat, and I write
I write of the fragrant fancy free daisies growing unrestrained
of the sun smiling down
reflecting in the fast flowing babbling brook
of the doe munching on the savory green and yellow grasses
oblivious to her surroundings , the fawn firmly within her sight
I hear the songs coming from the red breasted baby Robin
calling to her mother wondering when she'll return with dinner
my heart beats lovingly and I write
I soar higher and higher heading for the heavens
past the mammoth yellowish orange coloured moon
through the mysteries of the milky way
all along thinking of the mysteries lying inside you
I open my eyes, imagine I'm with you and I write
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky
Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!
My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall
Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share
Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To them butterfly kisses that felt so real
Flowing like Amazing Grace,
A shining light upon my face.
I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms
Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon
Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss
Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!
Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity
I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time
With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined
I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.
Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land
Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!
Dedicated to *My Babe*
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
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.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond
I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead
I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb
One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!
Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession
But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining
Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…
The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone
I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!
The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her
An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves
And no cry for jurisdiction
Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
You say you're Cinderella,
Or would you like to be.
Does this mean that you've found,
Your Prince charming in me?
You also say you're Jasmine,
So, Princess, please be mine.
A whole new world I'll show you,
A world of love divine.
Your favorite is Tinkerbell,
So I'll be Peter Pan.
Together we can fly away,
Off to Netherland.
And if you're Sleeping Beauty,
Then i will be the one.
To kiss your lips, open your eyes,
And fill your life with sun.
And if I was the Beast,
And your name was bell.
I know that I could count on you,
To free me from my spell.
And if I was Prince Eric,
Would you come with me?
As my Ariel I'd show you,
A lover deeper than the sea.
Just like a disney tale,
Filled all with love and laughter.
You and I will be together,
Happily ever after.
Copyright © Michelle Micek | Year Posted 2005
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
Copyright © EMMANUEL SAMSON | Year Posted 2007
There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'
but when it got little
his pills became skittles
until he O.D.'d on Viagra
© ~JSLambert 2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely - red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.
She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be Queen;
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.
Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping, like a willow tree.
Then the sky begin to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that Irish rose,
As she disappeared beneath the earth,
There in his grief below.
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.
The years and all their seasons came and went,
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent,
Upon her grave where everyday he knelt and prayed,
And dreamed of her until his dying day.
The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone,
That still stands alone upon her grave,
Where from the million tears of love he gave,
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.
Written: June 18, 2010
Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
Love was in the air when he laid eyes on her.
Childhood; elementary and even high school with her.
Walking towards her, he greeted her.
Anxiety spiraled as he hugged her.
Conversation grew deeper as he sat with her.
Wanting to get closer because he was falling for her.
Another woman called pausing the time he was having with her.
Knowing he had to answer; he stepped away and spoke to her.
She stated that something wasn't quite right with her.
She said that her stomach had been bothering her.
Now he's thinking back if he came inside her.
Thinking if she lied to him about her tubes being tied within her.
Does he blame himself for listening to her?
Knowing right from wrong and yet he can't blame her.
Does he blame the devil for allowing him to be intimate with her?
Is he not a human that makes mistakes just like her?
Begging God to make a way for him and her.
Asking God to forgive him for committing the sin with her.
God said, "relax my son, you were only dreaming of her."
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2012
I remember the day I got the call.
My world fell apart.
I had lost it all.
I remember the day you were taken from me.
I knew your beautifull smile I would never again see.
They said it was a mugger and you put up a fight.
I should not have let you go out that night.
It seems like just yesterday we fed eachother our wedding cake.
When I remember that memory my hands start to shake.
I sit in my cabin on this mountain with the sky so blue.
I won't leave. This's where I spent my honeymoon with you.
My family wants me to go back into that world, so cold.
I'm not leaving this mountain.
It's where I'll grow old.
They say your gone and will never again be.
Well, I hear what your saying. Yes, I know your talking to me.
You sit in the chair and drink my tea.
My heart swells up when you smile at me.
They say I've gone insane and see things that aren't there.
If I'm on this mountain here why should they care?
I love you more then I did when we first found this place.
I remeber everything about you, your ellagince and grace.
Why am I not in that world full of anger and fear?
I want to be with you on this mountain here.
Copyright © Misty Hoot | Year Posted 2006
You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-
You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2011
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
Copyright © Nina Hernandez | Year Posted 2010
Once again the sun fades into the distant sky
I gaze up at the stars to imagine the twinkle in your eye
Though a sunset for me, is a sunrise for you
It's at this time each day my heart is feeling blue
Together are hearts are one, yet half a world apart
I know that shooting star is filled with love from within your heart
With a full moon slowly rising overhead into the nights sky
May it be a sunrise of beauty for you, as it kisses the morning sky
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012
Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head
Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much
I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care
I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
My dear poet-
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page
Letting your words
Ascend on my temple
On my feet
How long will I thank God
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion
My body yearned
And needed the eloquence
Your poetry provided
Our poetry combined
Gave birth to volcanic verses
And flood-like rushes
Of the most liberated conversation
My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing
Your art to transcend
Into poetic actions
Your ability to allow
Your love to flow
Like a pen on paper
When poets make love
Unlock their meanings
And the majestic powers of words
Fill the universe
With marvelous expressions
Our collaborated efforts
Awakened the most powerful of poets
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars
To congratulate our poetic bliss
When we made love
Our poetry was forever
Imprinted in the hearts
of all poets
past, present, and yet to come
-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.)
© Monique McDowell 2008 All rights Reserved
Copyright © Monique McDowell | Year Posted 2008
Those old memories crash
Like frenzied hurricane waves
Upon our sand and stone beach
Our sacred moment
Where innocent love blossomed
We cast our childhood into the sea
That sweet July night beckons
Two pure spirits from their haven
Phantom lovers illumed before me
Awash in newborn love’s passion
I buried a coal stone in the sands
Promising you diamonds at nightfall
Laughing you covered every stone
In that moment I truly found myself
Under the summer moon I held you
Gifting you the gems alight in the skies
Embracing the lovers faded leaving a kiss
On the spot where I laid it so long ago
…So I could return to you
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
Last night when you were in deep sleep
I scribbled a poem on your bare back,
a page so soft--with love bites and moles
I used them to cut the t's and dot the i's;
my finger tips' softly turn created ripples
in a placid lake where you prepared
to take a dip in your dream,
my words followed you in that unknown land
secretly to know your destination.
I remembered to forget every scribbled word
as it was my gift to the sleepless night,
she was picking up each word one by one
and kept them in her lap of silence.
For the first time,you never knew
how a poem was born and lost
in the silence of night.
© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2011
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…
Whisper to me your longings,
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places
where only gods and goddesses roam.
Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam,
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart
How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…
I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.
I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…
Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…
August 5, 2010
Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2010
“Momma… what are those lights up there?”
“Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…”
She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits
She is down on her knees, and you above
Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice…
She wants to catch them in her eye
And truly… see
And she does see….far off…beyond the shade,
Beyond every single worry river…
Two pairs of eyes across the way
Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene…
A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze…
She is both torn and joyous to meet them,
And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee
And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids…
Where the salmon skid upon the rock…
Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world
Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving
Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders
Hurling them higher than the moon…
Little glistening salmon fish floating in space
Her giggles would make you smile,
The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you
Her and your heart you would both hold so close
In almost an innocent embrace
Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge
Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel
Not two—but one would understand
For one you would become
Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you
So many…yet does she carry those answers?
Are they written upon the skies?
In the trees…or the bustling breeze?
In the small recesses of a child’s imagination?
“Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?”
Her hand squeezes the child’s palm affectionately…
“Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!”
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
Midst the dark of night,
neath the veil of moonlight,
I'll wait for you,
my eyes never losing sight of your face,
always in touch with your hand.
Somewhere in time is where we’ll begin,
consummating our moment for an eternity.
Until then make love to me with words,
echo them within my heart,
etch them upon my memory.
Our embrace will last forever;
through many flames our love has endured.
We have sewn our seeds beyond the depths of ordinary,
drowning out hate, reaping love’s serenity.
Tonight, I will dream you here,
so close to see the love in your eyes,
to drown inside the pool of your need,
soaring past Luna’s seductive lips,
as she whispers your name to me....
Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2006
I saw a fair young maiden, abandoned in her bed,
Tearful for the one she loved ,the one she chose to wed.
Who in a weakened moment tread, out to the mountain ledge,
Enticed by the knight in black, who brought him to the edge.
Come fly with me, the black knight said, " to a land of pure euphoria,
And let me show you wondrous things, that I can lay before you.
No more pain and no more strife, just endless days and endless nights
of wine and song and dance.
Come my prince ,come fly with me ,why not take a chance,
Forget your wife, come live your life ,it's time for new romance.
A tiny pill, is all it takes, a sniff of fine white powder,
Will keep you high, so you can fly up to the magic tower".
So ,the prince he ate the tiny pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
And soon he was addicted, to the magic of their powers.
Away he flew ,up to the moon, beyond the Milky Way,
Where stars came out and winked at him and beckoned him to play.
Everyday he ate the pills and sniffed the fine white powder,
But everyday...he needed more as they slowly lost their power,
And now he couldn't fly as high and that was terrible thing,
for there were more a more feathers missing from his wings.
Then one day ,while he flying, reaching for his dreams,
He felt the power leaving him ,and he began to scream.
Down and down and down he fell, crashing to the ground;;
Lost dreams and broken promises, lying all around.
And like a wounded bird with broken wings, that cease to flutter,
The truth rained down upon his head ,as he floundered in the gutter
Oh what a crazy fool he'd been, blinded by the knight,
Could he ever win her back ,and make the wrongs all right?
He cried and cried, into the night, regrets were his companions,
Until he heard the sound of hooves ,rumbling through the canyon.
Through tear-filled eyes, he saw a herd, of royal beauty stallions,
And perched upon ,their royal backs ,were knights in white so gallant.
Carefully ,they scooped him up ,and carried him away,
Into the East ,they rode from hell, for three long nights and days.
When long at last, with horses spent ,they reached their destination,
They placed him in the hands of God ,for this was His creation.
Great warmth began to fill his heart ,and light shone from his eyes,
He felt the gentle hand of God, and he began to cry.
Such happiness. he had never known. it lifted him so high,
He spread his wings, up to the sky ,and he began to fly.
Up to the sky, on mended wings, with angels all around him,
He heard the voice of God ring out, and totally surround him.
"I've done my part ,my fallen prince ,but the rest is up to you,
Fly straight and true, and don't look back ,no matter what you do.
Lead not thee to temptation son .for if you do, you'll die,
Fly straight and true, my fallen prince, or forever, cease to fly".
Will the prince ,journey home again ,to his fair and lovely maiden
Or, will temptation ,lead him back, to the evil Black Knight Satan?
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
High upon the highest heights
I see the most tremulous sight
A small girl, fair and tranquil
Smiling strangely, sitting still
Beneath a sobbing willow tree
She recites a verse upon her knee
She sings a rhythmic hymn
Not of death, nothing grim
But prays that life will return
Even for those who are doomed to burn
The girl is a woman now
Beneath the tree and upon the cloud
She whispers, “I am watching you”
Why then are you so blue?
A single tear of sadness and joy
Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy
Who sits down beneath the blooming tree
Listening to her silent voice attentively
She reminds him she was once young too
That she also was a misty shade of blue
But when the boy grows into man
He has come to ignore the fair woman
Who watches him still from above
Burning and swelling with disdainful love
The ways of the world have sweltered his heart
And time has torn his soul apart
Thus he has lost all innocence and light
Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight!
I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears
Reducing the vigilant woman to tears
The prayer of the innocent has been ignored
Life has died and hellfire stored
Into the hearts of the impotent
In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent
Toiling in misery and lament
Savaged and severed by our regret
The heavenly woman grows old and frail
And the man still treads the sinful trail
As the rotting tree withers into dust
Can I revive it? –I must!
Low as low can possibly be
I watch myself condescendingly
A tombstone, gray and hell-bent
Frowning knowingly in bewilderment
Above the dust that once was a tree
She cries out a verse anxiously
Faintly she whispers the undying hymn
Not of happiness, nothing of whim
And prays that life will come to end
For those that break instead of bend
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.
He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.
Thinker and dreamer, let passion and imagination flow,
don't be distracted by worries or external sounds below;
work diligently with your brush, transcending your own credibility...
but later, it would be too hilarious to scream out your insanity.
Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love...
that enduring, timeless legacy hard to ignore;
when others show admiration, you'll be so pleased
and motivated to add more laurels to your prestige.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
I flew once in a field, full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as sweet as new,
I did bathe on a leaf in a little dew.
I was busy playing till the midnight,
I woke up and I was not sure of my sight.
I was a bird soaring as high as a hawk.
Flying like a wind, with wind had a talk.
I turned into a wind, and then to a cloud,
A dark and dim cloud that thundering loud.
I turned into the rain, after being cloud,
quenching the deserts with silvery shroud.
I turned into river, and then to a sea,
although, I was water, I learned how to see.
I turned into a fish perfectly aware,
knowing that my lover is surely out there.
Swimming like a fish, my world became cold,
I lost my will to live, too soon grown old.
I heard a nightingale calling me at night,
telling me, being a man, it could be alright.
I turned into a man, in search of wisdom,
hoping that love and peace, ruling the kingdom.
A lot of years have passed, with a broken heart,
I could not find the peace, I need a new start.
I will change back again, to look for my love;
maybe a lamb or sheep, maybe a white dove.
I will look everywhere, until it is found.
I know it’s there for me, if I look around.
Until then I’ll become laughter to a child,
or maybe dandelion who grow wild.
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016
When I am Colder,Older and then alone...
I will collect the sky on my own...
When the art has faded and the days then fade-
when everyone has gone away...
I may finally see what never was saw
.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh............... the quiet sky
The unlit room which bares my end...shows the flashes of my pains my joys and sins.
This life has been a strange one since the curtains were drawn
These paper and plastic figures have clouded the dawn
I was once younger,foolish,and obsessed with truth
Now I am bitter,sour,dour faced with my heart under shoe
The children were all searching or lost in a crowd
All weeds in a garden...growing vile and foul
Though beauty was sold it never came true
Obsessions and vanity have traveled safe through
Materials and poison and everything lost
have been burned in the fires or lost in the frost
I stand face to mirror tearing my being apart
Winding thoughts of love,pain,god,and art
As the sun sets and the darkness grows
I too shall follow this pattern in tow
Death has a friendly hand and a pretty face
She has given me comfort as I leave this place
The wars have occurred,humanity's lost
Souls have been burnt in the fire or lost in the frost
Day was Life,Night is Death
And the latter has given counsel on my final steps
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
The smoke is a question mark...
My view of you is covered in gray
You pause, look back, then walk away
You’ve neglected to open your umbrella…
Tomorrow, under a different sky
I will listen to the songs of yesterday
The world leaves behind a sign language for broken hearts
It is cloudy, it is beginning to rain…
Goodbyes are bitter ales we drank today
I look again, through the smudges of the day
We are going to leave behind a trail of smoke
A sound like a tired mother calling in her child
The train whistle rings in the dusk
I take a last look through the window
I have said my goodbyes
The train begins to move
We are leaving the station platform
Tears weep down the window
Spilling over the imprints of my hand
I found myself dry eyed and my throat too tight to speak
Finding a place to put the carry-ons
People are chatting, settling in
Happy, excited, anxious to be departing
A thin straight lift and a gray, silvery curve
Like a sickle for harvesting the first star…
The smoke is a question mark
"Write A Backwards Poem"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
his smile mesmerized her
her scent intoxicated him
his eyes hypnotized her
her touch magnetized him..
precious moments linger...
his strong hands caressed her
her flowing hair tickled him
his sweet kisses captivated her
her playfulness enticed him
precious moments linger...
his tenderness showered her
her dewy glow bathed him
his legs entwined with hers
her legs entwined with his..
precious moments linger...
for eternally they are...
his and hers.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2007
Why do I love thee?
Thee! With a heart made of ice
Hiding beneath the face of an angel
Pure and white
Crying those frosty tears
In and effort to convince me
You didn't kill your rival
‘The beautiful vibrant Autumn’
Can I not see – you ask?
Surely it was suicide
Everyone saw her leap to her death
But! I know it was you
For I still see
Your tell-tale frost on her breast
Left When you held her in
A kiss of death
So why! Do I still love thee?
Thee! With a heart of ice
Is it because I know
You were consumed with jealousy
Wanting to be more beautiful
Than she could ever be
In the hopes of pleasing me?
A thrill – a chill runs up my spine
Autumn quickly fading from my mind
As I look at you
A glistening jewel
That simply takes my breath away
SECOND PLACE: Let it snow contest
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2009