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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013



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A Spring Romance

My first sight of him was on a March day in a restaurant where I was dining. Oh lovely chance when his sweet eyes met mine. Like two lovely jewels, they were shining. The look that he gave me was a long gaze. Brazen but fresh, but like morning dew caressing a flower and making it glow. I read in his eyes “Let it be you!” Then I, like a rose caressed by the dew, glowed pink as I blushed. Though normally prim, I saw him stand up, his eyes glued to mine. Emboldened, I smiled and stared back at him!’’ He walked to my table and sat down by me. Together we dined and chatted that day. Two hearts and two minds with longing reached out. The whole afternoon slipped quickly away. With the day’s ending, together we left. In the clear evening, he said so softly, “I know the stars, and you’ll see this night there will be stars, dear, for you and for me.” There at my door, he leaned in for the kiss so beautifully soft and wonderfully long. We heard thunder! Suddenly came a spring rain. The wind, once a breeze, grew exceedingly strong. Because it was cold, I had him come in. The stars were not out, but I almost could swear they’d burst in my soul when his lips met mine. If he had faults, I thought “I shall not care!” He stayed until morning. In spite of the storm, my heart sang a song! There’d be plenty of nights filled with stars for him and for me. Life’s sweetest gifts are for those who love. Feb. 18, 2017 for THE POETS PLUCK (poet of your choice) Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose My first poetry book when I was a teenager was an illustrated Hallmark edition called "Those Who Love" by Sara Teasdale. I have chosen almost half the titles of poems in that book to compose this poem. Her style is romantic and often melancholy and uses many metaphors. Teasdale's poetry has been a wonderful influence on me.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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In Your Dreams

Was it all a sweet dream or just reality?,
  I sit and ponder that very thought,
During the daylight and in the nighttime,
  Wondering, were we ever there or not?

A crescent moon smiled down on me,
  Shedding it's white light upon the ground,
I sat amongst the petals, waiting patiently,
  And it was there, that me, you found.

Lavender flower petals I did pluck,
  As I was seated atop the green hillside,
Does he love me, or does he not?,
  My love for you, I could not hide.

I only saw you as a dark silhouette,
  A shadow that walked upon the ground,
Among silver stars and a midnight sky,
  Your gentle voice was the only sound.

My darkened silhouette was no longer alone,
  While yellow fireflies around me dance,
When you came to join me atop that hill,
  In the meadow's softly illuminated romance.

I was embraced within your arms,
  As your most tender kiss met mine,
On that one warm summer's night,
  When our kindred spirits did entwine.

So sad was I when the time came to part,
  As the rising sun shined golden upon my hair,
Although, what a beautiful dream it was,
  When I awoke and found you there.






       
        Waking Dreams Contest

            April, 4th, 2014




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Ever-Bright Eyes

There you speak an unspoken word
within the laughs and the cries,
and I hear what goes unheard
deep in your ever-bright eyes.

When I notice you winking
there are no hidden lies,
I know what you are thinking
deep in those ever-bright eyes.

When you look right into mine,
so warmly, like the sun's rise,
I can feel them brighter shine
deep in my ever-bright eyes.

Our hearts are forever contained
in a part of us that never dies,
the soul has always remained,
deep in our ever-bright eyes.





4/26/2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Burned

"Playing With Fire"



The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.

We kissed amongst
burning candlelight,
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.

Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.

Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.

This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.

We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.




November, 20th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Cowboy Hoe Down

This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously

We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet 
in each other’s arms again

We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high

An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay

Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control


written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Wishes For A Friend


To my best friend, I wish you peace
beyond this moment’s breath.
of prayerful mind as thoughts unwind,
I wish you happiness.

I came to call on you today
with clover in my palm,
of emerald fine, the four-leaf kind,
my spirit wished you calm.

You’ve forsaken love again…
Oh friend, why guard your heart
from taste of wine, affections fine?
With warm tears, you depart.

I wish for your life health and joy,
a hand to hold your dreams… 
contented days, passion always,
lips iced in buttercream.

My sweet friend, you deserve romance
and nights of ravished skies -
a million stars strung from afar
over ecstatic cries.

True love comes maybe once a life;
true love, they say, is rare.
For you, my friend, I’d share my truth,
to show how much I care.

A love rooted deep in friendship,
my friend, you’re my soulmate. 
Our love shall grow to heights of stars;
surrender to our fate.

I wish for you, dear friend, great love.
I wish this for me, too.
With sun and moon and hearth to guide,
I’ll give my love to you.     
 


  
 
    


Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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The Gift Of This Eve

One enchanted evening
I followed Luna’s moon,
as She guided my ship
to a secret lagoon.

In a golden ocean
buffed to a mirror sheen,
frolics the sexiest
mermaid I've ever seen.

She flaunts ebony hair
that’s befitting a Queen, 
offset by a sweeping
tail of aquamarine.

Anchored in the shallows
I waded to the shore,
evoking the magic
that will open love's door.

Under a full March moon
she steps from fantasy,
and rises from the sea
to make sweet love to me.

We dance into the night,
aware that soon she'll leave,
and I must be content
with the gift of this eve.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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My Heart is Set

My heart is set in love for thee
I sha'nt be satisfied
Until thou come along with me
The swells of life to ride

My heart is set upon thy face
So lovely, so sublime
Could I but drink thy charming grace
'Twould end my earthly time

My heart is fixed on that of thee
I find it ever true
I would thy servant gladly be
If serve I could for you

My heart is fixed upon thy voice
With silver tones and clear
To hear it oft would be my choice
Throughout my ev'ry year

My heart is set upon thy smile
Upon thy sparkling eyes
For thee I'd walk the extra mile
And comfort all thy sighs

In all, my heart is wholly placed
Within thy tender hands
To hold or break as well thou say'st
Upon life's shifting sands


 

 ~ 8.6.8.6 metre- ABAB rhyme- Iambic rhythm ~

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

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Soon To Join Two

Amidst this greenery and purple heather Azure blue skies grace our naked souls Beneath the Cullins on the Isle of Skye Two in love sharing adventurous goals On our tartan blanket facing each other Noses in touch sharing kisses aplenty Rapid they are in teasingly smother Tongues now fence, complimentary Wandering hands on porcelain skin Gracing, caressing, she sighs as I do Arching her back, her breasts in rise Pert to the air, this soon to join two Slowly in kissing crawl, to her lips I Caressing undulations, blushing she Our eyes meet, for they tell no lies In loving clasp she welcomes me Rhythmic we are in this rustic place Seismic groans of wonderment cry Skin to skin of loving abrasions Two fused astride my manly thighs Gyrating hips in sensuous grind Internal flows await their desire Passionate kisses now frenzied Fusion of two in wanting transpire

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014

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O Love, My Love

O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there? 
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare? 

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.


                                           ~Christopher Thor Britt

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013

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Tomorrow Isn't Real

As in a fantasy,
my wildest dreams came true.
For you stole my heart, and
I fell in love with you.
 
Weaving smiles into hope,
you knew just how to please.
And with uncanny skill,
captured my heart with ease.

Held in your soft embrace,
a boy became a man.
And shared an adventure,
that only lovers can.

My anxieties quelled,
I’m left floating on air.
And dance in the moonlight,
like I haven’t a care.

On life’s merry-go-round,
I like the way I feel.
For tonight's magic, and 
tomorrow isn't real.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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A Romantic Fool

I beg him for a kiss
As he heads out to the door
I’m crushed by his response
“We’re not teens anymore

It’s been twenty years
Why don’t you act your age?”
And I’m left to wonder
Am I a fool or sage?

Does romance have a life span?
Does it vanish with passing years?
Am I a hopeless fool
For romance to flow in tears?

Does romance touch a heart
Only once or twice through life?
Is it only a welcomed guest
When you’re a young and pretty wife?

Then I must be a fool
For romance is the air 
It’s in the pretty flowers
Oh, I see it everywhere

It’s when I look around me
And revel in nature’s hue
It’s when my heart will burst
When making love so true

I am simply dipped in romance
From my head down to my toes
It rains down from the sky
When I point up the garden hose

It whispers in the wind
That flirts with me at night
It’s in the flickering glow
That lights up a love filled night

I breathe in romance daily
From scented candles in my room
It’s in each line of the books
That make me sigh and swoon

He says I overdo it
And it just makes my heart bleed
Romance is what I thrive on
It’s an ever present need

I guess I’m just a fool
For romance fills my head
But take that away from me
And I might as well be dead.

For Kim Morrison's Contest
Incurable Romantic
May 23, 2013

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Melt My Heart

Hardened and solid white
thinly coated in icy tears,
so cold becomes the heart
devoid of love for many years.

No fires kindled in it's chambers
the beat still steady, but growing faint,
I accepted it and did not care
to even issue a complaint.

Time ticks on and changes hearts
even the ones that cannot feel,
I needed to know about love
what its like when it's for real.

So caress this heart of mine
so gingerly as you take,
because a heart so frozen
can still crack and break.

Let it melt away slowly
instead of rushing to defrost,
with gentle warmth near me
all fears will become lost.

My shyness, too, disappears
when trust is truly found,
resting in your palms
fingertips embraced around.

My heart is your trinket now
held closely to your own,
heating to a glowing red
what once was cold as stone.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2017

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Kitchen Island

As I sit awhile at my kitchen window
And float weightless in the pond yonder
What if you and I were those geese?
My unmoored thoughts always wander.

Basking in the sprawling lap of nature
Soaking in curative warm sun’s rays
Waiting and looking out for each other
Turning our necks with easy natural grace

Me,following keenly your step and wade
Wanting nothing but your presence
Enamored with the haven of your gaze
Pure love-my life’s sole essence

On water, land or the limitless air
We could float away on our whim
And when furry goslings came along
We could teach them how to swim

Adrift,away in my mystical island
“Beep!” ,beckons broccoli in the oven rack
Naked cold of granite bites me hard
And once again reality snatches me back.


Written 05/19/2016 for Nayda Ivette Negron's contest "Reality"

Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016

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MEMORIES OF A FISHERMAN

I remember how you looked that day,
How happy, young and free.
Your sun bleached hair, your sun bronzed skin,
I watched you from the lea.

You never saw me standing there.
I'm glad it stayed that way.
We never spoke, we never met,
But I came every day.

I came to watch you cast your net.
You were my mystery man.
I whiled away the live long day,
Watching from the sand.

You seemed to have all you could need,
The surf, a boat, a net.
I close my eyes and click my heels,
And I can see you yet.

Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2017

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Fly My Way:

For if my love did come to stay, In shadows across an empty sky, I would then light up the way, So she could land nearby. Have faith must I in my wishing well, And flood it with coins every sunny day, And hope shall I in a magical spell, Upon shores one day we both shall lay. An ocean then may bring us in, As seagulls fly above our rest, We'll find our peace, we shall begin, And watch the sunset in the west. /|\

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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The Romantic Past

A true-love gone to tears, As lost-love came to be. Sandy writes her heart out, Through her love of poetry. Her ex and her children, Moved to a different state. When left all alone it caused, Her aching heart to break. With a flood of memories, Of the past and all its’ hurts. She embedded all her pain, In the stanzas of her work. Her heart channeled through, The writings of her pen. Describing the life of love, That she was living in. She had found true-love, But the love did not last. Sandy Schermerhorn loves, Writing the romantic past. ____________________________ Dedicated to Sandy Shermerhorn, for her constant support and her love of romantic poetry.

Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009

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Peter Pan

A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park, 
and he is waiting for his date. 
As joggers jog and poodles bark, 
the girl's unconscionably late. 

He paces London's crocused heart, 
as traffic booms in Piccadilly: 
he's practicing that English art 
of seeming calm, while feeling silly. 

One final tryst beside the lake, 
in front of the Eternal Boy: 
a parting kiss, for old times' sake ... 
she's stood him up? Or playing coy? 

The hotel clerk purrs sympathy 
when summoned on the mobile phone. 
By now, she'll be in Duty Free. 
Well, there it is. This Bird Has Flown. 

He tries to feign the jaunty airs 
of a striped suit on a sandwich sortie, 
but doing drily debonaire's 
not easy when you're fat and forty. 

He tramps the lonely, flat green mile 
to Green Park Tube's unlovely portal, 
but perks up with a cheeky smile - 
well, for a week he was immortal!

Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017

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A Daydream

My fingertips lightly travel
down these worn piano keys,
the memories now unravel
as I hear your favorite melodies.

I reminisce within my writing
about a time that used to be,
when your arms were so inviting
and they would hold only me.

The quiet whispers on the breeze
the first kisses that were soft,
we sat underneath the willow trees,
as my heart then sailed aloft.

I can still smell the roses, red
their petals pressed upon the page,
where your old promises lie dead
they have not withered with age.

I am daydreaming of the past
when our love seemed to be true,
a relationship that will not last
but, back then we never knew.





Isaiah Zerbst's contest - "A Daydream"

Based on the painting. "A Daydream" by Sir Edward John Poynter

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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In My Dreams

I find myself still there
     where yellow fireflies dance,
and all those silver stars
     hold me in their trance.

The lavender keeps it's bloom
     no matter what the season,
and I am seated atop that hill
     with no rhyme or reason.

The same lush green meadow
     I still come to this place,
a silhouette is all I see, until
     the moonlight reveals your face.

Your lips barely grace mine
     our arms embrace, but then,
the morning sun rises up
     and I lose you again.

Every day and every night
     my dream, it stays the same,
and I will keep dreaming on
     until I know your name.






April 16th, 2015

A sequel/echo to my poem titled "In Your Dreams"

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Missing

Here goes...
she said
it loudly and
proudly:

Hello…
l`m a miss
and  l miss 
you inside out

Truly…
I miss you like
bees really miss
their honey

Wow…
water for my thirst
food for my hunger
scratch for my itch

Well…
want to take
to you like 
duck to water

Oh…
you draw me
to you like
moth to light 

Yes…
you are my cake
my cup of goodies
my hot ice-cream

Indeed…
at night my moon
daytime my sun
your love my light

Relax…
take a seat
I sold that heater
for your heat

Please…
you bathe in milk 
l bask in your presence
a sublime quench

Finally…
what she did not
say is that we`re close
strangers on the net!

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2014

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Over The Moon

Sometimes, when I speak to you
     my true feelings I shyly hide,
to put them in a secret room
     and keep them tucked inside.

Opening my heart takes time
     it's a spot reserved for very few,
but, in it there's an empty place
     that's perfect for me and you.

Your words allow me to dream
     they send me right over the moon,
and I am drifting amongst the stars
     even when it's mid-afternoon.

Your words charm like warm wind
     they float to me like a tune,
my spirit is freed once again
     and I'm sent right over the moon.

Never stop wishing on that star
     though our future may seem bleak,
keep writing from your heart
     and eventually mine will speak.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Loving a Woman

Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the hurting.

Over dinner, listening to your day.
Engaging every detail as your best friend.
Like when we first met, still the same today.
One of the secrets, don’t let the courting end.

Drawing a bath with popping bubbles.
Oils and a couple from the ice cube tray.
Solace for a night from life’s troubles,
Starting down through pleasure’s parfait.

My right hand sliding from your face,
Over the ear to your hair it grasps.
Our lips flowing together in a slow pace,
As my left hand massages your ass with tight clasps.

Laying you down under the light of the moon,
Candle’s flickers dance among our needs.
A cuddle making a fork from a spoon.
Hot wax drips the body’s tense pleads.

My tongue traces each of your curves.
To make them all mine this night.
Each part given what it deserves.
Knowing where and when to bite.

With the right pressure on every button,
Finding and keeping the perfect rhythms.
Loving you French, Greek, and Russian.
In and out of all the positions.

Two finger tricks in love and smut.
Just two inches in, then up.
Making a pea become a walnut.
While your hands hold your legs like stirrups.

Opening that box of our toys.
Black leather with whips and chains.
Clothes lines and collars employs
Us playing Asphyxia’s dangerous games.

From each encounter, perfecting my skill set,
And if your heart ever turns to another,
Your mind and body to never forget,
When once and still I be, your greatest lover.

------------------------------------------------------------
Contest: Hotsy Totsy
Sponsor: Rachel Firmin
Written: 02.14.15
*Forever grateful to Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg (1881-1957) and every woman I’ve ever known*

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Tears In Heaven

Lovebirds sing a duet up in the clouds
tulips pucker up to kiss the butterflies,
I am surrounded here by serene beauty
with the tears of heaven in my eyes.

Where bright rainbows never fade away
and stars twinkle in the moonbeams,
yet, what is all of this beauty worth
if there is no one to share my dreams.

Still, you shall find me there someday
and maybe want to stay for awhile,
making sure that my tears in heaven
accompany only laughter and a smile.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Never a Doubt

I'm no longer afraid of being lonely
Since you became part of my life
You gifted me the promise of forever
When you said you would be my wife

All the moments that have been perfect
Come from the smile you gift each day
My love, you are more than amazing
You have blessed me in many a way

When the two of us came together
Many wondered what it was all about
There were those who thought we were crazy
But my darling I never had any doubt 

Together and yet unique people
I've learned so much by being with you
Authentic and oh so amazing
I'm inspired by all that you do

A love that is meant for forever
Leaves room for each person to grow
Each day is a true celebration
With you, that's what I've come to know.

Dedicated to my sweetie and inspired by listening to
"And I Love you So" sang by: Perry Como
 
For Teppo Gren's Golden Oldie Contest.



Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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The Art of Making Love

Tonight we play our favorite duet
 to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
 stroking familiar notes within each bar.

Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
 giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
 Entwined we perform with such ease.

Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
 as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
 enjoying our art as if new.

Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
 echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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Love Is A Decision



Love is not based on a feeling only
There must also be a clear decision
Passionate feelings may die off early
Showing it was just infatuation

One should not need another as a crutch
But be able to stand on one's feet
This will allow each other space as such
And enrichen the sharing when both meet

A love relationship has its demands
It does not ensure smooth sailing always
Be mindful of this in each circumstance
And it will help you survive the rough days

The one that you love should be your best friend
Someone with whom you can share everything
A person upon whom you can depend
In situations that can be trying

As time passes, both of you will change
For change is inevitable in life
Do not consider this as something strange
Learn to adjust and avoid any strife

True love is the most precious emotion
That a person can engage in sharing
It fills the heart with blissful elation
Giving one's life a rich sense of meaning





"Love is a decision, it is a judgement, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgement and decision."

- Erich Fromm - (The Art of Loving)


"But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow."

Kahlil Gibran – (The Prophet)






Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Soul Discovery

Out of all the amazing beings 
In this infinite universe 
My soul called out to yours 
Ready to immerse

A strangely familiar feeling 
That's something I'll have to get use to 
A once in a lifetime love 
My eternal déjà vu 

I see visions of our destiny 
In your jade green eyes
It lucidly paints our forever home 
Surrounded by blue skies 

This all could be said in fewer words 
Or a simpler way to say 
That your soul ignites a fire inside me 
That only poetry can convey

Copyright © Lisa Chapman | Year Posted 2015

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Love Me Like That

Everyone asks me that question
...what is love really all about?,
The answer to what love is
...is not hard to figure out.

Someone to hold me warm and tight
when standing on a busy street,
bringing me in close...then closer
with no intention to move his feet.

Even when a beautiful woman
strides so confidently by,
his arms stay in place around me
and he never raises an eye.

Most men seek out perfection
the model who stands apart,
only my man looks beyond that
and chases what's in his heart.

I want to be loved like that
in a way we know is real,
expressing our raw feelings
too obvious to conceal.

Why not let the whole world watch
and make them jealous of you and me,
just two average people brought together
to show how simple love can be.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016