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Details | Personification |

Wake Me, The Owl, When The Moon Does Rise

Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold, crystal stars twinkle in our eyes.

Nothing could keep me from basking in your glow
not lightning, not thunder, not even rain or snow,
I'm not moving from my branch, so let the winds blow
his crescent smile is never lost, this I surely know.

So easily the moon enchants and takes me by the wing
which causes my heart to flutter, and serenade and sing,
The daytime sun does not possess the charm that he can bring
when under his nightly influence, you can imagine anything.

Still, no dream can entice me to sleep in a little late
and miss the wonder of the moment, O, I cannot wait,
to see him there hurrying along, not to miss a date
then up above the hills to meet me at my wooden gate.

I'll wait right here, nestled up high in the maple tree
where you will hear my echoed call, but hardly ever see,
a little, lonesome night owl is what I will always be
when the moon does rise, just promise you'll wake me.

Written on February 6th, 2016

Owls Personification Contest

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Triolet |

My uncle, my hero

A husband, a father, an uncle, a son
A soldier, a brother, a man and a boy
Never one or the other, united, just one

His boyhood was lost too soon in the war
His manhood affected by all that he saw
His dotage came early, yet longevity reigned

He shed tears for his father, shed tears for his son
The tears of a man cried by a boy
Tears for the boy wept by the man

Haunted by a past he longed to forget,
Surrounded by the life that somehow seemed set
Yet speeding towards a future he was unwilling to greet

Hidden within the old man’s body, bravely the boy still lived
And for a fleeting moment a glint in his eye revealed, 
In the innocence of youth his carefree spirit prevailed

Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Time for Celebration

For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights
Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight
Tasty chocolate before the fireplace and the warmth nestling in nightshirt
Still we were waiting when the sun would tilt to us and hug, - in fresh love

Gradually there is green affection playing along with rustling wind
Green is playground bubbly with the children in their green of breath
A mildly inebriate ease we fill in from the nips of breezy pines
A breath of life, ah, in your green hug amidst the vigorous birch and oak

Over the distant blue and green hills, scarlet tanagers at play with clouds
Cows and lambs graze soft grass sitting in hill side fields of sprawling green
Rising from the dewy greenery rapture at play on your chin
Scented air from the lilacs call us to an unknown dance

In silent steps, in a dim blue light, comes up full moon over the hill
In moonlit night all are wild in denial about their disease and death
The wild animals have come out too in order to be into each other's heat
Spring in life is as transient as a water bubble on a lotus leaf __________________________________________________________________
 March 20, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Melting Love

Our love two candles
Melting in misty moonlight
Cooing doves cuddle

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

My Worry Bird

Why can't he see,
I belong with him, 
He belongs with me?

Ever so shy,
I love him to death,
But can't see why.

'Till death do us part,
These magical words,
A true work art.

Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |

A Day In The Park

We lay here together under the shadow of our favorite oak tree. Wooden arms spread high and wide above us in a seemingly protective stance, similar to that of a mother protecting her children. 

We gaze into the infinite expanse of the clear blue sky that can only be described as majestic, until or attention is caught by the stalking movements of a lone Cardinal sifting through the fallen leaves, searching for a quick meal on the outer perimeter of the canopy’s drip edge.

High in the branches of our protective mother we catch sight of the brightly colored wings of a butterfly lazily fluttering in and out of the branches and are suddenly aware of the abundant amount of insect life mindlessly buzzing around us. I turn to look at her, to catch the expression on her beautifully tanned face as she takes in all this wonder that surrounds us. 

I notice a sliver of her silken hair has fallen across her slender dark bough and lay across her delicate soft cheek. At that moment I am transfixed and suddenly aware that the total expanse of gods’ glorious creations cannot even compare to the beauty I have beside me. 

I take a deep breath and lean over to brush the hair away from her eye and kiss her softly on her lips. The soft wetness of her mouth and the taste of her breath immediately fill my senses and my pulse begins to race. Trying to control my desires and being aware of our public surroundings. 

I dare to caress the small of her back with my left hand and trace various lines up and down the full length of her torso, while gently holding her soft cheek with the other as we tenderly press our bodies close. Our lips are locked in an intimate but playful kiss, taking only but a brief moment to look into each other’s eyes, to glimpse the joy and passion that is surely emanating like fine beams of light reflecting off a perfectly cut diamond. 

Our precious time ticks by mercifully slow as we savor each minute that passes and do not dare waste a single second of this day together, knowing days will pass until our souls will reunite for another glorious day in the protective arms of our mother,  as we hold each other tight sitting on a blanket enjoying a day in the park…….

Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |



The lights have all disappeared
And the torch lamp’s weary
To block darkness
Darkness is eternity!
Light your red candle
O chase lonesomeness
The deep lonesomeness
By the soft sound of your voice
Your nightingale voice
Speak that Chinese
When you come
Come when the winds blow
Come when trees crawl
Come when birds sing
Of turtledove birds come
Come when I come
Let’s come together, all our life!

Oh, the night and the torch lamp
O at a dark night of a rainy season
At Elobi for a forlorn student
It’s strident.

Douala, June, 2014

Copyright © Jaafar Sadig El Waad | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

my girl

In this life partners come and go
But im pleased to say I have Jo
She has been there for me
Through thick and thin
If she hadn’t been there
Where would I have been

The love of a good lady like her
Theres nothing else I can compare
A real woman with a heart of gold
Im a lucky guy even if im old

Shes a legend with a real fight
But only for the things that are right
Im glad that im the one for her
Im her man and that’s a fact
This bloke here aint turning back

Josette Jo bird I love you so
Together our love will but grow
As tall as mountains and wide as the sea
Together forever you the world will see

As a couple we are so strong
Together is where we belong
I know a lot of people will doubt
But you know what hear me shout

I love you Josette  you are the best
So let them come and try and mess
Our humble home is full of love
And kindness, happiness a laughter
This is the beginning of our chapter

Until the day when we pass 
Our lives will be good 
As we kick ass


Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |


                     BIRDS SING LOVE
1.	All fowls in the air
What they sing do you hear!
If you are not dumb to cheer
Open your eyes and ear
To discern beauty so clear.
Whilst imitating them dear.
2.	For you they all sing.
Before you is a dancing.
They play love and convincing,
Not for nothing
They are troubling
But, truly offering
Free essential learning.

3.	Birds are joyful all over,
Not a sobering is either.
They sing for you to hear.
All the day is
“Love your dear”
“Love her prettier”
“Make her appear
A lovely miss cinthier”.

4.	In the morning they sing,
“Take her along”
“Give her a song”
“Make her sing
“Make her swing”
“Make her smiling
Like a life long king”.

5.	In  the afternoon they cry
“Make her cry
With a madly cry”.
“Make her fly
A dreaming sky”.
“Make her spy
And feel so shy
Of your eyes so dry”.

6.	In the evening they dance,
“Tight her close”
“Touch her nose”
“Pull her blouse,
Make it loose
In a deem-light house”.
“Ride her course
Like a champion horse”.

7.	At night,
“Keep her bright”,
“Keep her right”.
“Blind her sight
And caress her tight”.
 “Block her fight
To let her fight
In a jolly light”.

Copyright © SAMSON MANYALA | Year Posted 2016

Details | Tanka |

Forest morning

Forest birds chirping
Refreshingly cold morning
Cozy sheets warming
Lying in bed savoring
The sweetest part of loving

Copyright © Davor Miljkovic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Flying Bird

                    "Flying Bird"

I hatch an egg
With a smile


What kind of bat wings
A mystery created in my mind

For  care& love I started growing with it
It transform like a butterfly
With a bone of bat wings feathers of 
 An eagle body  of a pencil
 Colour of my blood and tree

 As I told many she tho sooo crazy

Dear all please forgive my error if their on writing
with love all
jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Flycatcher Sang His Song

A flycatcher sang his song today,
High atop a tall fig tree--
Out on the tipsiest branch
He swayed with rhythm
As he proudly sang--
Sang with joy, fluting so marvelously
I could scarce believe my ears--
Sang to his lover
Who answered in kind
From the nest they prepared;

Together they sang
For a young-one yet to be born;
But somehow knew
Near enough to hear their song
(Every season one would come along;
Needed to be fed,
Protected from the hawk--
Must be taught
To fly--
Sing the flycatcher song
By and by);

I listened to the two,
Suddenly feeling wings--
Found myself flying
Without any strings;
As one in a dream
Walking on air,
Gliding for rest,
Catching some lift
Out soaring the best.

I thanked the Flycatchers
For just being them,
My mind lighting on earth
once again-
Firm on the ground
Yet decisively changed--
A part of me
From here on out aloft….

Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016

Details | Senryu |

Hidden Bird

knew how she was sad
when where she was lovely mad
an emotion fad

Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Heartbeats of singing wings

as the circles of wind                                                                                                   hold the delicate in the air                                                                                      waves of music fill as I stare hovering                                                                          flying backward away from the flower                                                                               like a pause before a kiss then closing in                                                                           with wings a blurr tastes the nectar                                                                          struck by colors unseen while dividing the light                                                               rightly into rainbows for all to admire                                                                               heart racing a thousand times a minute                                                                         all this from one little heart

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014