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Details | Free verse |

These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns By gazing over hills to where old country church bells and crickets play harmonious sounds These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows pouring moonlight zest across the rose plum of my cheek By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand By tides washing out corals to a distant land These eyes have often been solaced by your return to this vacant room inside my heart By the hush hushed whisper of your voice By the embrace of your arms By the way you love me By the way you need me By the way you want me Like an autumn bonfire before next sunrise'dew fall By the way you lean on me

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

No Deposit, No Return

Your wishes can't regain,
A thrill so long ago. 
To once again reclaim 
A past you wouldn't know. 

You view a different dance, 
With unfamiliar tune 
You pine for lost romance, 
Yet treasure not the Moon.

Meter - Iambic Trimeter (Cataletic).
A-B, A-B Rhyme.
Gene Bourne.



Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

I Will Love You More

As we step closer to our final door,
when words succumb to days of restless sleep,
and dance retreats into a stiffened creep,
I wonder, will you love me even more?
For I will answer with my final breath,
that I will love you more on coldest night
as outer beauty dims to inner light
when aging hands entwined do embrace death.

Tis easier to love in summer heat,
while springtime of our love does not yet slip
from thoughts and dew still moistens our warm lips.
Our June days liven blooms beneath our feet!
But autumn days will fade to wintry snow
as surely as my love for you will grow.

For Mystic's How Do I Love Thee? Contest, 2/22/16

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |


Fall descends as Summer leaves. 
Autumn cools a skewed romance. 
Here we find a heart that grieves, 
While the other lives to dance. 

Short the span of peak allure. 
Egos start to hum the blues. 
Mirrors follow and procure 
Any truth you wish to view. 

If the other shoe be age,
Let it drop, accept the dread.
Earplugs mute his music's rage,
Yours in stacks beneath the bed. 

Flattery can quickly blind 
When it's served in large amounts. 
Don't leave common sense behind,
With a dwindling bank account.

Trochaic Tetrameter.
Rhyme / AB-AB 

Gene Bourne. 


Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Sexy Part Of Me

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my dark and shaped eyebrow.

It isn’t my awesome smile

Or even my bedroom eyes

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my red and full lips.

It isn’t sexy musculine looks

Or the different color of my eyes.

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my soft, silken skin.

No, the sexiest part of my body

Is something that lies deep within.

The sexiest part of my body

Took most of my lifetime to see

Cause the sexiest part of my body

Is the part that just loves being me.

Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Our Legacy

He is my fortress and my strength
His love he has proven at length
In times of sickness and in times of health
He has remained open not stealth.
In youth we loved passionately
With children we loved affectionately
In middle age we loved calmly
With age we love patiently.
Many decades we leave behind us
Yet a few decades remain ahead of us
We are free to say what is on our mind
Knowing we’ve survived the test of time.
When money we had little of 
When children were ill 
When we were hurt by family or friends – 
When one was ill, the other thrived
we held on
so neither was ever left behind.
This is the legacy we leave 
Not of a love that is divine
But of a love that has ridden the roller coaster ride
 And survived.

Copyright © Natala Orobello | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Score

A very rich old man, still handsome in his way,
Was in New York’s most exclusive jewelry store,
Paying over nine thousand dollars for a gem-encrusted necklace.
‘Thank you so much, Mr. Didwell.  Will there be anything more?”

Beside the old man was an ethereal young beauty,
A body made for sin and a most angelic face.
Her sweet giggle was a lilting song of innocence.
Only such a necklace could match her natural grace.

“Oh Pookie, you’re just too, too sweet.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re just so good to me.”
Then she purred, “And I want to be good to you.
Just you wait ‘til we get home…you’ll see.”

The old man winked at the salesman,
Knowing that he knew the “score.”
“Oh Sweet Thing, you’re already good to this old man.
You’re worth all I give and so much more.”

She danced on air as they left the store.
They crawled into his limo, and as it pulled away,
The old man turned to his young beauty and said,
“Sweet Thing, there’s something I must ask today.

If I lost everything, if I wasn’t rich any more,
Would you still love me as I love you?”
“Oh Pookie, you know I would;
And I would miss you too.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism |

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

Sixteen is a sweet age

this sweet sixteen self should not dare sail  away from the safe habour 
no matter how sweet-talking boys are or archaic parents sound
it has dumped dollies for ‘fun’ boys  and has privileges and rights
but one day it has to unlearn the habit of turning on lights for
romantic rather than economic reasons  when  other sixteens’ 
ballooning  bellies  heave in sight because of boys` menacing
lethal guns or when their bodies lose their natural radiance
because debauchery has ruthlessly ravaged them and turned 
their age absolutely upside-down 

with moderation and vision  and honesty l have to enjoy  life 
because time flies faster than a silhouetted butterfly 

18 December 2012

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

Details | Romanticism |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Triolet |


We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
Having written since nine and ten
We went to a fortune teller
Marriage was her main prediction
We married with complete conviction
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Here it comes now

that soft sail
and the wind looks as if
it’s trying hard to breathe 
i have elements in me
a compass borrowed, for some sorrow i assuaged
my eyes upward and unfolding
over some wave i might beach
my cuffs are turned up
and arms are a reelin’, in that wind I know 
is my kite yet to a’sail on this sea
coming for me

Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

The Old Fisherman got a New Truck

The Old Fisherman got a new truck.

A cranberry Chevy.

The people who sell his face

gave it to him.

It replaces the old Ford

with wood side panels 

which hold back the barrels, 

his catch.

Copyright © Miike Rogers | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Black Swan Love Song


There is an itching in my heart
I cannot scratch---
A raging rash ravaging through
The depth of my soul
A burning fire in my spirit
I cannot control
A teasing urging of mind 
Challenging the body to match;

As nature would have it
The winter of age has its season
That last for a while
Teaching the wisdom of her reason
Why spring comes with a smile:

 Bringing vigor to the tree,
 Moisture to the nest;
 With her eau de vie---
 Renewing old interest---

So when you hear the black swan singing
Its cooing song,
Know that love is about to run like a river
Meandering on;

Oh what a wonderful spring thing:
Arrows of silver for the golden quiver!

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

What is Sex

What is Sex ?
Sex is something that we all need.
Sex is a drug of love and caring.
Sex is a thing that pleasures our body and gets us in the motivation that takes us into somewhere that we haven’t did or seen before.
The moaning and the sounds is a sign of feeling good and fulfilled with excitement.
It’s a strong desire that makes us feel like we are loving and soft sensitive hearted.
Sex can change us I get that but it is also a sign of love making.
If a woman asks you do you love her when you start to make love then your answer should be I do in all my heart and I promise that I will be gentle and tender if you tell me too.
Sex can be a dis pleasant   when you don’t give a damn and don’t love that person.
But it takes a real  person  to know that never take love and sex for granted but to  cherish it and joy it.
Sex is a great thing.
Sex is love if you don’t take it for granted.
Sex is peace
Sex is intimacy
Sex is motivation.
And Sex is a sign  of feeling great and having a future in the next life that  awaits you.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |


Beautiful rose
Youths folly
Hidden fragrance
True loves intended

Copyright © Audrey Poore | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative |

A Chris and Joleen story

                          A Chris and Joleen story
               They became friend’s
             Then Joleen fell for him and they became lovers
           He was charming and a lover
         She was a princess and a angel.
  When she came in his wing and saved him
His wing was broken  for 3 years.
The prince spent 3 years tracking down a new love  a new beloved wing but he realize patients was an option love couldn’t be rushed.
Joleen’s words and meanings were dearly special to him.
But the age  between them was four years apart
She was a minor that loved him
He was legally that loved her
But   it didn’t matter he screamed age ain’t nothing but a number .
He screamed throwing it down the low was delightful and special
Haters can hate
Haters can try plague their love on both their houses instantly.
But what they can’t do is stop Chris and Joleen’s love
They  are  the young version of Romeo and Juliet.
They are the young version of Tristan and Isolde.
They are the Saviors of love and sacrifice 
The love is wonderful and special to them.
The depressions can try to perish them
But it can’t stresses their love.
Love is a strong drug
IT’s stronger than thugs  tryna gang bang but instead it’s a positive drug .
Emotions  flows in Joleen and Chris
Peace and Joy flows in Joleen and Chris
Girlish flows in Princess Joleen
Boyish flow in Prince Christopher
Together the combine of their  drug of lovers are forever thy King and Queen that has a legacy a passion a destiny to inspire lots of couples that in order to allow your love to grow you must stay and work it out .
Chris and Joleen are our past
Chris and Joleen are our last
They are a team
They are love 
They stick together
They cuddle together
They mate intimacy together
They hold each other together.
They die in the cold together 
And lastly Chris and Joleen will always be meant to be eternally at Earth and at lastly in Peacefully Heaven.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Baby Sitter

I watch her sleeping a helpless rose without me Like a man watching her sleeping wife Her life looking innocent and scary I then change diapers She hates diapers But she cries when you don't remove them And mourns as you remove them Just like her mother Then we play games together I act her age to win her love I prepare meals and feed her Like my bride on the wedding day With these forty years i am making soon Her twenty years makes me that Her baby sitter

Copyright © Rodgers Roger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


My heart felt heavy when I saw your picture.
A beautiful pixie even still as we get older.
What should have been and what will never be.
And time to dream about you in eternity.

What is my name, I cannot speak.
Months go past and I feel so weak.
That's how I felt back when I was young,
Unable to make my stand or feel strong.

A beautiful woman turned sixty today.
I wish I was there to give her a hug.
And say to her maybe we might take a walk.

Copyright © Gregg Beaty | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Just For Me

Everything has a beginning and an end
So drop the facade, we don't have time to watch everyone pretend
Here we are in college, partying day and night
We wake up in strange places, knowing it isn't right
Yet here we are, still being fake
We all know what we truly want, do we hide for our own sake?
Scared of what the future brings
We talk like we want the car and a shiny ring
Let's all agree to just be true
It just makes it easier for me and you
Let's paint a picture, of where we want to be
The start of our story, beginning with our own family tree
Here I am alone, but along comes Sally
I want something more, no time to dilly dally
We start to talk, we start to date
And somewhere along the way, I realize this was fate
I buy a ring, I want to propose
But I get so nervous, and on one knee it shows
Before I can finish, she utters one word
She quickly says "yes", is that really what I heard?
I stand on my feet, we kiss for what feels like an hour
Being around this woman, I feel like I have a super power
I feel like this is it, I am truly whole
I feel it in my bones, and in my very soul
So we get married, and a year goes by
Then something happens, my oh my
My wife comes to me in awe, an expression I can't explain
She looks so shocked, almost insane
She show me a little stick, it just shows a little plus
She says it's time, it's happened to us
We look forward to dressing our own child
A life so calm, but yet so wild
We all were children, till our children smiled
Something so innocent, something so new
And you have your significant other standing next to you
Two people, and now three
And years ago I thought I'd be living my life... Just for me

Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Love's sunset

They walk towards the sunset
Still holding hands as in their youth
Fingers intertwined like a net
Their two lives bound together by truth

Their hair is grayed and thinning
Their eyes and ears do fade
Proof, gravity and time are winning
Yet their hearts would not trade

But a moment of their journey together
To taste again the joys of yore
Even through life’s storms and weather
Pray, to touch that hand once more

Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Days of Death

        Days of Death

  Breath of each seconds 
  Beat of each seconds
  Pain of each seconds,

  Blood flow"s an amount of a hour 
  many seconds in a hour,
  When my eyes closed 

  Happiness going each days with laugh 
  In search of happiness 

        Days of Death 

  Is my memories leave a mark after days
  Is my soul met her after days 
  Is my heart goes cold after days 

  My Echo to write on my Death

         Days of Death

   With love all
   Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |



I’ve got an old fashioned heart and my soul is still dreaming.
I’m not a wise man, but I do have wisdom.
I’ve got an immature head on bones that are slowly breaking.
My body aches, my tired eyes fail 
And my memories have all been long forgotten.

If life is a clock-face, I am not yet at six,
But my heart has gone on past eleven o'clock; 
I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.
I raise my spirits up and once more venture into my destiny.
Time is a non-entity in a world of possibilities.

Dreams come and go, as do the years that fly on past.
No longer a child, I am a man; there is no turning back.
The clock is still ticking, counting sands;
My lack of ambition is a steak through the heart of all my plans.
Hopes and wishes are only ever fantasies.
Back to reality with a bump, I am still falling, but enough about me…

I hope you are simply splendid!  Anything less is not worthy.
You deserve only the best of my kindest of wishes
And I hope you find in your vocabulary,
The words to tell me what you envisage,
So I can try to move mountains for you in all of my dreams.
Let it be so; what do you need?
Ask me for anything.

This vessel is your tool to build a great wonder of your choosing.
Great literature shall be written about the future we are building.
One stepping stone at a time, there are paths beneath the waves.
We can make dreams come true here; 
Together we will find a way.

Great towers shall stand, fires atop them, burning high into the night.
All people will travel to see your wonder that we will bring to life.
From small seeds great oaks shall rise
And your vision they will find,
As they walk out of the desert and marvel at your creation.
It will be a perfectly perfect personification.
Our hands are the missing link,
Your theory is a string;
Let me be the bow to your violin.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2017

Details | Choka |


In this capricious 
age of comings and goings 
of the other side 

I am blessed 
for I can submerge into 
your aegis, your undermind.

Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |



Fogs of winter couple of young's
goes to there memories of childhood
which was not with them taking a.
Pepper to share in a  table with a salt
like a laugh, one of them had a memories of them love
and romance the first touches of her body with a sweet kiss of love, 
when she smile wax of petals gloss
like a lips tasting the sweetness behind the sugar of our fight like a romance
A table with a empty cup of coffee
leaving like a drink of romance

with love all 
jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Romantic Tangles

They were loyal sisters.
The older
was also more fair,
prettier in an Original Barbie kind of way.

She had been sick
when her younger,
more tomboy sister
met and first desired
my tall, dark, and handsome Uncle.

When older and fairest of all Sisters
returned home,
after a long healthcare absence,
she too desired Uncle Handsome,
as did we all,
in our time and ways,
but Handsome's eyes never wavered again
once reset on older and fairest Sister.

Young darker Sister, left behind,
began to heal
when tall, dark, and handsome #2
showed up
and spoke smokey truths
of happiness,
quiet gentleness.
But not too gentle.
Slow and steady; confident
integrity could heal all guilt
and angers
and prior disappointments.

These two Sisters
and their TD and H husbands
lived near each other
and grew old together
with unspoken neighborly mistrusts,
unresolved struggles with and about envy,
jealousies and jilts,
but also laughter and deep mutual regard.

Who can control chemistry,
or timing?
Who can forgive,
and how long could this revolution take?

Yet even restrained love
can grow abundantly rich
with both age and generosity.

Younger and darker Sister
lost her husband to cancer
and then her memory,
while older fairest Sister and husband
moved into assisted housing
after reaching golden fifty years

Then good-natured patient waiting
to embrace final retirement,
a journey we each take alone,
as when we entered
except without Mom nearby,
or maybe this too remains the same, somehow.

Older ancient Barbie Sister
did not let go
until younger jilted Sister
quietly stopped breathing in her deep night sleep,
lost in memories not accessible by day.

Ten nights later
Barbie Sister passed out of embodied memories
in this same way.
Safe at last,
knowing it was then too late
for TD and H Uncle
to go back before that place
where they had started.

They say death comes in threes.
I wonder why.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A Romantic Encounter

in the days of old
 let the truth be told
 through vast billows of covered asps
 the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love

 through the sequence of time one may
 derive an explanation
 nor simply to enjoy the moment to shine
 for some life is meant to really hurt

 through billows call an Evergreen pine
 the surface of the radiance of the sun
 has now briefly tainted my vision
 was there something else you had been wishing

 the innocent go down punished and the guilty are found innocent
 although many have no back bone cause
 their main ambition is cowardice
 many still hold faith in self then give no plausible explanation to their relevance

 they have a form of godliness yet deny their maker
 hence a romantic encounter with the help of a neighbor
 there is a true love out there for everybody
 everyone will delight themselves underneath the sun

Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017