How sweet is the southern beauty of a country rose blossom today.
Soft scents that float gently on the breeze through trees that sway.
With bare feet I wander country roads through heavenly display.
Across the emerald meadows on hills where butterflies play.
Skirt held high above knees in crystal waters of the creek I wade.
Sun kissed cheeks, rosy red as I lay 'neath the big oak trees shade.
I gaze up into the great cathedral of blue high above me.
In awe as downy white clouds float lazily along for me to see.
Like tiny feathers from heaven cherry blossoms fall to the ground.
Whilst off in the distance I hear the lonesome train whistle sound.
Quietly I watch a family of deer so shy as the tree line they grace.
Whilst the lonesome sound of the whippoorwill puts a smile on my face.
So thankful am I that these brown eyes can see.
This heavenly picture God has painted for me.
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
~Moon & Sea~
Hey, boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore
Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and ways?
The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.
Finish playing a master in disguise!
Let's find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise.
Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea
Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high
I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue
Hey, boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.
Let's fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.
Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art
I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.
Glide away from the blame of gravity and self-destruct.
A bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.
Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.
Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea.
Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me.
Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me.
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
A faithless entity unhappiness coldly it turns the eyes around coils
breeding misery a vice with hate that consumes unconscious reality
Crawling underneath a thin veil of darkness
hiding within bitterness that licks the wounds
As a blindness burns one beggar in hell's soup boils
tortured by untruths morally shading absent light
Without His Holiness a soul never finds peace
just war without hope develops inside the ugliness
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
I am seated in a bed-like rock
Under the foothills this is a single block
The Sun rises behind my back
Though I face hills in the west, its rise I could track
The dawn delightfully unfurl
Mother nature decorates herself, like a girl
The valley is full of greenery
This is a soul soothing summer scenery
Flies are flying in group
With joy and strength, to recoup
Honey bees are busy flying from one to other flower
A fresh flower spreads the fragrance in the air
A group of sparrows fly at a low height
Jubilantly enjoying the new light
A tiniest sparrow dances by jumping from one leaf to the other of a plant
On seeing this, I too wish to jump out of joy, like an infant
Peacocks register their scream from a nearby place
I could hear well, as this area is ruled by peace
From a distant rock, a pair of peacock looks
Displaying the richest colors of their outlooks
Birds potentially program their offspring by singing to their eggs, at a short distance
One may think that they raise the voice with a grievance
Before me, a rabbit runs ruthlessly
Forgetting self, I sit here like lifelessly
Fight of monkeys upon trees on the top of the hill, comes like a melody
Free for all, as the whole range is under His custody
Clouds try to attract my attention with an array of colors
Peace as the Prince on the stage, countless others are actors
Breeze blows as if to say she is the most adorable among all
Of course, choosing the one among all is hard to tell
This is a mind moving morning
In my life, this day is a fine inning
My heart desires to lie under this foothill
But my soul is not full
as my mind yearns for my love
Of course, this place is like a paradise, as above
If I am to cherish my love even in a paradise,
the power of love, you may be pleased to praise
Though I stay away at a far off place
The feelings of romance runs like a race
To live here, to the God, I shall be abundantly faithful
But to conquer my soul, other than such love, nothing is more powerful !
Copyright © V.MUTHU MANICKAM | Year Posted 2017
Terror seizes you, and it isn't kind.
You try to go somewhere peaceful in your mind.
But the pain rips you right back to here and now.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of even saying "ow."
You try to be strong, but he tears from you, a scream.
Oh God, please let this be a terrible, terrible dream.
I thought he was supposed to be a friend of mine?
As the tears grow down my face like vine.
He tells me I wanted it, even though I screamed no.
He says my attitude and outfit told him so.
In the same breath, he threatens me never to tell.
If they ask why the tears, you better say you fell.
As I got out of the car he pulled me to him and hugged me tight.
He kissed my forehead and said Don't worry you'll be all right.
Just remember, if you open your mouth, no one will believe a dirty whore.
Now go inside before I take you for another ride and give you some more.
Into the house and straight into the shower.
I was in there for what felt like hours and hours.
My grandmother knew right from the start.
Please don't tell, it would break Daddy's heart.
Please, Grandma he's not worth Daddy going to jail.
For my sake and his, you can never, ever tell.
She kept her promise and never uttered a word.
At night, she told me, my cries she heard.
For six weeks I kept my secret and told not another soul.
For six weeks I sunk deeper and deeper into a hole.
Not until I heard that he raped a fourteen year old girl.
Knowing I could have prevented it, shattered my world.
I finally told my horror story to the cops and to my Dad.
I don't think I'd ever seen him so violently mad.
Mike was arrested, but in jail he would not stay.
He lived around the corner and we had to move away.
He got probation, but not for me, his word against mine.
I was sixteen, of legal age to consent, so for me he'd get no time.
His punishment, probation for only a couple of years.
Me and his other victim were left with our fears.
Would he find us and take revenge for what he said was a lie?
Would my father hunt him down, and go to prison for a rapist to die?
He got away, pretty much scot-free for his deplorable crime.
His victims were the ones who were serving the time.
This IS a true story, my story, but not my story alone. After 8 years and raping several
other women Mike was sentenced to 35 years in prison. As he pleaded his innocence, we were
all in some way vindicated. He never did a day for brutally raping me, NOT ONE DAMN DAY.
But he's doing plenty now. I hope he gets ALL that he deserves.
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
How beautiful the snow sparkles tonight like tiny little gems.
As the moonlight shines down so peacefully on them.
The stars how they twinkle so softly..what a sight.
Such a wondrous beauty I behold in the Heavens tonight.
I sit in awe of the stillness that encompasses all around.
Whilst downy snow falls like feathers floating to the ground.
God has given my life such a quiet peace to behold.
Such treasures a many my heart finds in the cold.
So many gifts tonight these brown eyes hold so dear.
Quiet befalls this wonderland that only my soul can hear.
Transporting my thoughts to where angels fly so high.
As I imagine what heaven is like and I breathe a soft sigh.
Sweet dreams will invade my sleep where I lay me down to rest.
Enveloped in Gods arms of love knowing He gives me his very best.
Copyright © Mary Hoose | Year Posted 2017
Confined in one boundary, living together
showing different reactions in changing weather.
Stabbing each other, hoping to reach same destiny
creating a stumbling block as the way, what an Irony.
Loving outsiders in possession of a different gene
to the point patriotism withers and becomes lean.
It is time for one side to enjoy the rain
then the other sits and curses in envious pain.
Hatred and marginalization then becomes the trendy skill
compressing the mind, even to the point to kill.
Nepotism and bigotry are fertilized to cause so much evil
interaction between distant compatriots liable to be far from civil.
One nation, one people, if this family can together not see
then for humanity sake, let everyone simply be.
Separation entices, building up the end
enemies of each other, yet can attempt a mend.
Seeing through the binoculars of what lies tomorrow
love, patience and unity, there’s a need to borrow.
Diversity is a blessing, like departments of a college
one can function as the nutrient, the others as the roughage.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)
High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2011
Come to me and lay down your wearies,
In the bed of rose petals rest appease.
The soft voice of siren will send you in to bliss.
'Til you close your eyes and start dreaming in peace.
Dance with me, I'll take you in heavenly place.
Where angels and fairies singing a song of praise.
Fly high and touch the ceiling of sky.
Feel the pleasure within of nature's lullaby.
Contest name: it's all about nature #3
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
When the days stretch into evenings
When the evenings slip into nights
When the minutes pull together
Silken threads greet the sunlight
When the days span into months
When the months spin into years
With the silken moments carted
Iridescent strands will then appear.
When the threads run through the loom
When the tapestry unfolds
What might have been weak and faded
Becomes more beautiful and bold.
We are the weavers and the spinners
So each tapestry is our own
We ourselves must choose the colours
Before the edges can be sewn.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010
Earth is what we become and makes us whole.
Air is the first and last thing we breathe in.
Fire is what consumes us and eats our sin.
Water cleanses us, mind, body and soul.
Spirit is in us all and makes us who we are.
Without these we would fall oh so far.
Invite them into our sacred circle and pay tribute.
As we are condemned, we are resolute.
We love fiercely and fight for our freedom.
Ignorance breeds fear and unwisdom.
Thank them for gracing us with their presence.
While we give our thanks and recompense.
Exhilarated and feeling like a newborn child,
Wow this circle's "magic" is wild.
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
Don’t go I heard her cry,
From a door that was kept ajar.
The message very poignant,
Knowing how many had gone before.
Then given that we make a choice,
So who are we to say?
Across our small blue planet,
Would this happen anyway.
Souls and there are many,
Sacrificed in freedoms name.
Lay on the battlefields altar,
To justify, another’s gain.
We all must share the burden,
For who is there to blame.
Given the point, from their perspective,
From our view, would be the same.
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2008
I have come to bring pain, fear and strife
To consume you with worry and not enjoy your life
Fill you with past regrets and mistakes
so that i will win the battle and make sure your heart breaks
I want to ensure you suffer constantly
not trusting the one above, the one who made me
Your life will be filled with constant sorrow
so that i don't have to worry about you living tomorrow
The hate and the fury I make you feel
Its just a joke, its for fun
It isn't real
I want you to be heavy burdened
and allow the plans God has to be deserted
You have to understand I don't care about you
All I want is your soul and make you feel blue
So take this letter and understand why
my plans for you are not high
Cling to me and I will give you everything you wanted
But dont complain when your disappointed
Copyright © Diamond Poetry | Year Posted 2010
Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade
Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced
Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow
Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009
Behold the sun of two thousand twelve go
It rose on January one with pomp and show
Like dethroned Presidents of many countries whose
National wealth decline and personal grow
Two thousand thirteen ushers in
On it the people and nations their hopes pin
One more promise one more hope
Spain and Greece will climb up the slope
Portugal will once more its glory regain
New York will not be devastated by rain
Rulers and kings will perform such feat
The year will poverty and hardship defeat
Taliban and Al-Qaida will meet their doom
On the heads of Syrians death won’t loom
Deprivation and misery will rule no more
Greed and lust will see the door
Religious intolerance would be words unknown
Skies won’t see the flight of drone
Kashmiris and Palestinian’s plight will end
People would rally and freedom defend
Victory of justice protection of rights
Lust harnessed that misery invites
Human souls saved from hunger, disease
World will witness life expectancy increase
This will prove a different year
Hearts will know no tyrant’s fear
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2013
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
Copyright © Sarah Judd | Year Posted 2011
The night grows heavy as the bells do toll,
And tears will fall, all will behold.
As deep in Gods earth is laid to rest half a soul
Once entwined and beautifully blessed.
Now those left behind will cry out with envy,
For the peace of ages the lost holds so clearly.
Those hearts left behind will cry out with the cold
As bittersweet memories circle of old.
Emblazoned images circle of walks once walked,
As the other half now goes with God to talk.
Hearts do tremble with sadness that once knew love,
As time stretches, a lonely run begun.
Time will carry forth until the other flies free
Dispatched by deaths angel to soar with the breeze.
Then those dispatched by deaths’ grim thoughts will unite
Together to find peace at last.
As the breathes of two souls will heal and hold fast,
And love will again hold them close, at last.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
Her man was woven into love spell
By another woman, not of her smell.
Bewitchery, she will not tolerate
To the perfumery she’ll calculate.
Apothecary had the perfect answer
An exotic earthy whiff from vetiver!
Happy she was her man found her erotic -
But, alas, it was only episodic!
She spritzed the air with essence of rose petal -
Then a reminiscence of the betrayal!
Love and romance the attar generated
Very soon enough it evaporated.
Memorable scent of basil she wore next,
Pleasurable things her man not to forget,
In vain, it was she who cannot forget -
In her mind fresh the err her man had make,
Scent of her rival made her green with envy,
Scent of betrayal made her very angry,
Desperate but hopeful, she went to a lone edifice;
Temperate and humble, the scent of water brought her peace.
Copyright © hija de la luna | Year Posted 2014
Dawn has arrived and I hardly knew it.
Sitting and writing, I thought right through it.
Feelings about God and the need for peace,
Obsessed my soul, brought hope; pure love released.
I wish that I could wave a magic wand.
And bring to all mankind a loving bond.
Causing the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed will be displaced.
Alas, my heart takes flight away from fate.
And binds itself to peacefulness this date.
To fantasies of kingdoms far away
Where leaders feel my thoughts and start to pray.
I dream the most miraculous of all.
Begins when they upon their knees do fall.
Then, pray to deity that rules their soul.
And find that God by many names is called.
Then soon, love sparkles-- works its magic lull.
Evil thoughts and hatred vanish, null.
Peace and adoration upon men fall.
Oh, gift from God in heaven to us all.
Peace upon the earth sings, knowing at last.
That only by forgiving evils past--
And putting down war arms by trusting God.
Righteous love can procure the earth we trod.
But, only man, with God can win this race.
When death by wars does retribution face.
And cause the world to find that peace filled place.
Where thoughts of wealth and greed have been displaced.
Around the world when evil has been ceased.
The earth will live a thousand years of peace.
Until then, sadness will greet each new dawn.
And soldiers who survive will be war’s pawn….
© Dane Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009
Outside stars sparkle while daffodils await the morning sun.
Crickets sing their cheery song hoping for a night of fun.
Roosters and hens sleep hidden, snuggled in branches of trees.
Owls are awake, looking around, feathers ruffled in the breeze.
Inside, folks are fast asleep without a sound or a peep.
The sun is on the other side, warming the shepherds’ sheep.
Around the world people love and hate, it happens here and there.
Let us turn our hearts to peace; show tolerance everywhere.
Let us set aside our greed and use only what we need.
Let replenishment be man’s rule of thumb…please, God speed-
Value thrives in the soul of a man, not in what he “owns”.
Wisdom holds the key to love and to the Creator’s throne.
The heavens shine a warming glow; it does not hesitate.
Likewise let us show forth love and bring earth’s peaceful state.
Before the daffodils look up, let us end hate’s bitter cup.
Love one another around the world…God’s creatures…waking up.
When the night sky sparkles each star as earth revolves around.
May wisdom fill the heart of men and peace on earth abound.
© March 26, 2011
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
We played in sandcastles made from falling mistakes...
The water washed away all my sins it could take...
Precious tears that dried before the pain went away...
Now only floating among what never really fades...
Paper clipped to my soul like a reminder that makes an imprint...
I close my eyes to a darkness that was only a hint...
And drift away down a stream to land where I belong...
And scribe tales of love and loss in my own song...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
Sometimes, life isn't always how
It looks at first. It's all better now.
I felt so overwhelmed by the world's demands,
But I feel better knowing she understands.
I no longer have to regret the things I've said.
I know now that I can move on instead.
I felt as if I was without that thing I could never find.
Now I'm back in my body and back in my mind.
I found that moment where my world was bright.
I found that the sky's still blue and my world's alright.
Loves are loves, traitors are traitors, but family is always there.
Now I can look nearer for someone to care.
I hope that everyone can be like me and find shelter from the rain.
Love, family, friends, help, anything to help fight against your pain.
Copyright © Josey Portas | Year Posted 2006
Release white doves with wings unfurled
words of hope across the world.
Tell each other who you are
dreams are dreams both near and far.
Tell your friends about your stars
how high ,how bright,how much like ours.
talk about your daughter's smile,
share a story,walk a mile...
in the shoes of someone else
tell us how your heart just melts
when you see the sunset ' s glow
share your life and then we'll know
why we all can meet right here
with outstretched hands
and free of fear.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
Rose exquisitely you colour
my every wish silken touches jewels
When a dream comes true
from the flames blushing petals
Sweetest dove loving cotton shades the warmness
blue crowns baby hues Heaven's aura circles
Beholding from a heart it's fragrance lingers
kissed moistly by the foggy dew
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017
Summer wind blows, the trees are swaying
I sit on the porch where I feel like staying
To watch nature celebrate this beautiful day
Filled with sunshine that has come our way
The rain has passed, as things start to dry
The bees are hovering, as I watch robins fly
The chipmunk are chirping, running around
All in these peaceful moments I have found
To sit and relax this sweet summer afternoon
Moments like these can never arrive too soon
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013
Who can understand why war still exists where
there are clouds reflected in water here
History has proven its futility
even the breeze has a peaceful touch
The graves of the fallen state “they died for us”
Lizards bask on warm stones
where we could not imagine
the compassion of our enemies
Tiny finches twitter in the hedges
How the agony of dying haunts forever those who see
Bright red ti leaves, philodendrons and crosses
of comrades fallen
In dense shadows of shower trees
greatest jubilation comes
where Mynas squabble, good naturedly
Such a happy sound of morning
Another war is over”
If only peace could last forever.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
Finding an image to focus on
My mind lifts my soul with song
Simple... my perceptions changing
Negative vibes rearranging....
Yellow daffodils spring to mind
So early a blossom, winter shines~
Sweet and hollow its trumpet appears
Soaking up sunshine as snow disappears
Crisp and bold flawless in scheme
Long winter's magical dream
Blossom Daffodil all around my lawn
Adamantly filling the crisp damp dawn
Boldly obvious blossoms in snow
Complicates winter with her glow
Daffodil arrivs at winters' end
Offering hope to a despairing friend
Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2007
For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
© N Windle.
Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2013