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Details | Romanticism |
You Are My Sky, And I, Your Softest Blue

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Precious are those days we once danced
Living for each moment each hour we romanced
Thy kiss, nectar that my dreams now gift
Now I often pray my passing be swift
For my love burns hotter each lonesome day
In thy glowing love embers, I seek to play

I await sweetest moment of our first reunion kiss
That smile and thy touch I now so miss
Darling, my love, please pray my departure soon
I long for thee again this sad month of June
Our Love's fire yet burns, I allow no cold ashes
Nor destroying storms that true Love crashes

I hold this, thy sweet image close and fast
In memory seas, sailing to me at full mast
Soon shall come this soul to thy heavenly rest
Are my prayers for our Love in each request
My life lived, only to one day be with you
You are my sky, and I, your softest blue

Robert J. Lindley, 3-09-2017

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
She washes her face with her tears 
Hiding behind a veil of fears
Upon her sleeve sits her heart
Making it easily torn apart
Swallowing a spoonful of regret 
Leaving her desperate for whatever she can get
Sadly she wears a crown of shame
Filling her pockets full of blame 
She washes away all these things 
Only to find she has wings

Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
Angel of mine
Where have you been?
Searching my whole life 
For my forever friend

Angel of mine
Where did you go?
Looking for you
Finding only lost souls

If I could fly to where you are
If I could take flight here and leave
If I could fly to where you are
Close to you in my imagining

Angel of mine
When will we meet?
Shaped from the stars
Designed destiny

Angel of mine
Can you hear me?
Opened my heart
Partly whispering

If you are a part of my big plan
If you had wings long enough to reach
If you are a part of my big plan
Prayer screams are you listening?

My angel of mine 
Fallen down to the earth
Through my lonely eyes
Washing over all my hurt

 ‘Father of Mine’ by Everclear Inspired Cover

Copyright © Kristina Whitmore | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects

In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects
rays that brighten the waning moon.
Life serenity, Nature's architects,
find thy grace equal its great boon. 
Hold thy touch, for very few deserve
dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile.
Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves
thy laughter makes it all worthwhile.

Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads
longings to hear thee play and sing.
Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds
thy great heart forbids worshiping.

In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews.
All suffering from lonely blues. 

Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
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 | Free verse |
            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
For the boy who had gone through his first crush..  wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare

 First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!

Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!

She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!

Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!

My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!

Getting goosebumps,
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we shared together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!!  with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epitaph |
You were never seen by us, that privilege sadly was not for us an extravagance we were overwhelmed by, the thought of your embrace The entire twelve weeks you were a joy to have known, even 'without' being seen hearing about you're arrival, was a blessing at the time you were conceived For life hadn't been easy and we had all asked God, we even plea'd We wait upon the day, you will finally meet us having the honour to love and learn with you, saddly not for us It brakes my heart as you part, you had already embeded love into my heart Just knowing we will now...forever be kept apart God has other plans for your love that's so strong, blessing us from the start we continually pray, maybe he'll deside to let you stay around But the intense pain of tears and loss, are constantly falling all around just let it be known, we all desperately wanted you to become part of us We all will love you for eternity, you are now forever one of us, although it was only for a very slight second, it was better than never You are from this day on, embedded into our hearts forever... the impact you have left 'unborn young one'' my beloved grandchild.... "Angel" 2012

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |
Ya I've thought of suicide. Its not so much that I want to die…
Im disappointed in this attempt. Id like a do-over.

From what I've observed, we brought into this world perfect. That is, at conception.
From there, we pick up a whole lot of bullshit and often forget what’s important.

How does a divine being cast aside a crippled and scarred form, and realize it’s true nature?

I suppose at some point the burden rest solely on the shoulders of the individual, regardless of environment, mistreatment, and circumstance.

And yet, how does a withered form find the strength with which to accomplish this transformation?

Copyright © brian beasley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".

Copyright © Meghan Palmer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Iambic Pentameter |
I Have Been To Paradise,
Living In My Former Life,
Gotten Lost I Was- In An Angel's Eyes-
Worth A Reminisce- Are Those Moments Before My Demise,
Butterflies Of Amazement- Flew In The Skies Near,
Before My Eyes- She Shined- Something Like A Chandelier.

Like A Moon, Like A Diamond, Something Within The Skies,
Brought Heaven, Brought Tranquil, Brought Smiles,
She Who Came To Embrace, Has Fallen Upon Me, As A Grace,
There I Found Her, I Found My Heart's Resting Place,
An Unspeakable Beauty, Thus Caused Damage To My Plain Eyes,
As I Perceived It- I Could Hear My Heart Say- Oh, Dearly Nice!

 Could I Be Wrong To Have Fallen For Such A Being,
An Extraordinary Woman- Beyond What My Eyes Have Ever Seen,
Groundless Became My Silence- And Trembled Was My Soul,
Such A Sight Was An Angel's- She Wasn't Any Habitual Woman At All,
So I Prayed To Allah- To Bless Me Not With Power Or Lasting Soul, 
But The Wealth To See Her As The Last One Beneath My Fall.
She Bewitched I, Amazingly,
Stole My Heart Otherworldly-
She Was Spotless, Something Made In Paradise,
Her Eyes Looked Somewhat Like The Sun Rise,
And Mines Were Fixed On Hers In Disbelief- Feeling My Heart Turn Colder,
I Was Spellbound- As If Beauty Wasn't In The Eyes Of The Beholder.

Copyright © DeeGee Anarka | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |
i'LL not apologize for being white, 
nor being male, nor being right 
The world is how we've made it be 
enjoyed by all, for all to see, 
and made by male and right and white.
© Vee Bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
I am only a mere mortal.
Near total perfection even my reflection is afraid to stare.

Exit reality through a portal,
between Heaven and hell up three flights of stairs.
"I shall call this place Earth", I said
to a group of ten who just witnessed a universe's birth.

Here we will rejoice and love one other
Even though our blood is not one you are thy brother.

We all are one forever and after
pain with joy, sadness with laughter.

Above a light serves us with endless life,
to wage war with death is a meaningless fight

Copyright © Gerald Moise | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.

Copyright © Eternal Victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
In the cosmic consciousness thru the pillars of esoteric endless time
The Angelic realm is worried that mans love will soon cease to rhyme
What is love without hope but a void in the vastness of our malignant mind
The Angels silently scurry to find a cure thru the vortex of Nebulous Prime.

For Contest-"Love Without Hope" 
By Sara Kendrick

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |
Eve, this land is already populated,
peopled by persons who seem like us,
although diffetent too, like seasons in soul,
divergent in their dreams for dynasty,
they have dialects from a depth of  Dawn
that awoke long before we arrived to thrive here,
customs peculiar as shapes to stones,
Father never spoke of these klans
who strive to survive outside the mercy of His gaurded garden,
competitive as clouds in a shrunken sky,

I met a merchant, a servant to trade,
he told of banners and blood, laws and legacies
cultures savage and cities of crime,
gleamed from telling stories of wealth and wonder,
said they worship their Gods more ways than gold folds,
consider what we have encountered Luv,
will our children slay or be slain, war or work
love or get lost in conquest,
you, as a Woman of God's glorious gambit
have a harvest of futurity's face in the balance,
will you deliver the destiny of our union into this drama...

By Poet - Adam/J.A.B.

Copyright © Adam -- Eve | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |
Hard may be the paths that are given to us Harder still they may be, when we choose not their way Yet, to abide to them we shall, always without any fuss For we are after all lost, blind and we need to find our way! This way that we do seek, is it not known as the end The end word known as death, the end of life and love If death be the end, then pray we do have faith on a ready stand Of course, life, at the scent of water does evolve! Holy water, sprouting from the root of mystery Pray do come and lead us all Take us there where all is holy Where always we hear songs of the choral! Life does not end with death, life gets renewed In this world, or another, by the Holy One, it is always brewed!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Behind The Mask

Behind the mask is a face of grace,
Enhanced by the lines, of life’s rat race!
A thing of beauty with a story untold,
Eyes send a message that soothes the soul!

Behind the mask hidden from reality,
Is an unconscious mind, full of mystery!
Brain waves quivering with every heartbeat,
Still clinging to life, not accepting defeat!

Behind the mask is a smile of relief,
As a mist fills the room with disbelief!
Lips whispering words softly in ones ear,
To let them know there’s nothing to fear!

Behind the mask is a heart of gold,
Living on forever in an angelic soul!

Written 10/30/15

Submitted for: CONTEST NO 224 any form-theme max of 16 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bran Strand 

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
There is a demon in my closet and it is safe to say
 I have kept him there safely, each and every day
 Asking about his words, I thought I heard him pray
 He laughed openly stateing he was always hearing me play
 I followed, I listened I leaned over to his ways
It turns out he's here over an angel and a wish of keeping me gay
 Saintan is forever listening to what becomes my fate
 The doors still closed as softly as that horrid divorced decay
 But he was not wearing my brand, a mark of forever may it stand
 He had choose to turn the other cheek, to find a higher point of understanding
Something more suitable than just a standard branding
 A mark of a book, a devils open handing
 A demon to help me through troubles and fears
 A someone there when all I have left is openly flowing tears
 He jesters, he peers, he jokes, he steers
 But I think my favorite time is where leers

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The Ecstasy Of Her Touch

Moonlight whispers steal the cool night
she glowed easily in that celestial light
A beautiful princess surely she knew
her beauty was wrapped in eyes of blue

Stars overhead twinkled to her command
never a fairer beauty in all the land
We sat and listened by the bubbling brook
as the moon rays our hearts forever took

For no treasure would I ever dare miss
the ecstasy of her touch, our first kiss
The eternity wrapped in that sweet embrace
time did stop, nothing could ever erase
That moment when two hearts melded fast
a love that would fight to forever last

Moonlight whispers soon began to scream
take a dip in that cool, running stream 
In unison we laughed and began to strip
for our first in the moonlight naked dip
We feasted our longing , searching eyes
in we leaped under moon brightened skies

A tale we re-tell to our great grandkids
as they demand we show the movie vids
A wish we both wish we could then grant
but video could never replace her blue eyes,
two stars that forever our hearts enchant

Robert J. Lindley, 01-04-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
An Devil's Dalliance

It was just one of those mornings?
Or at least I think it was, that is,
if I had created “morning’s” yet.
All my little angels trying out their
wings (in a strictly non-competitive
manner of course).  I was slightly
distracted by Creation at the time
so some of the details are a bit
sketchy---the “all knowing” thing
a bit exaggerated---however I did
suspect some shenanigans within
a small group.  You know, changing
the shape of the clouds, a seemingly
innocent diversion had become a
bit racy.  They were playing with
rainbows and dabbling in an
evolving plot.  Anyway, when “he”
showed me his “new” pet – the
duckbilled platypus - I had to draw
the line.  After a thorough scolding
I sent him back down to clean up
the mess he’d made.  A darkness
came over him (we call it anger now)
his wings darkened, his eyes  glared,
a putrid wind arose beneath him
(the scent of defiant rebellion).
I still remember the sting of his
scathing good-bye.  “I’ll start my
own “heaven!”.  “I’ll be bigger than

“Until an hour before he left
I thought him beautiful”*
“I still do, for I know the
truth of who he is and wait
patiently for him to realize it.”


*Arthur Miller, The Crucible
“Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven”

submitted to Expand Arthur Miller’s Thought – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Julia Ward

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...

Copyright © Husna Mirza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
In the numinous nebulous clustering clouds
The sacred soul of man in creation
Within the homogeneous hemispheres of consciousness
A sapient spark in consummation

Thrown thru subatomic space and temporal time
Inhabiting the jewels of the Heavenly sphere
The jaded journey of man in its molding
Binary building blocks within the Earths premiere

Plasmatic parallel universes unfolding euphorically
As the molecular matter tranquilly transforms
And the Angelic realms wondrously watching
For the cosmic climaxing Super storms

We enter the Central Sun of Christ Consciousness
Mans DNA abundantly absorbs His thrusting light
Behold a New Angelic Man mysteriously manifests
As the Ancient Ancestral Ones await and reunite.

(March.17.2016)   Second Place Only II - Poetry Contest
By Laura Loo

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Angel With A Red Rose Blowing In Her Hair

Memories of her glowing in the moonlight,
angel with a red rose blowing in her hair.
First saw her beauty on a hot August night
heaven sang out with her standing there!

Our lonely eyes met, music began to play
praying, praying for another sweet sign.
This beautiful angel would love me today
a treasure sent down to earth to be mine!

She walked over and gave me her soft hand,
she asked , would you like to dance?
Love was singing out, isn't love grand
it hit me, fate crying this is your chance!

She hugged me close, stars were blasting
my mind cried out, do not mess this up.
Knew heaven answered when she was asking
sweetest wine had just flowed into my cup!

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
Oh!What a wonderful being,
What a unique uninfluenced mind
Of that girl,
She wears humble dress
And talks low keeping the best head low.

Oh!How kind she Is?
To every one around her,
Albeit, they are good or bad,
Her rays of smile is unbiased like the sun rays.

Oh! What a decent gal,
She tells'I love you' many times 
Yet to same single person
And unbelievable;one boyfriend Is enough to her.

Oh!How helpful she is in the society,
She walks to the Orphanage,
To donate penny In lieu of disposing To stretch wrinkles
To straighten naturally straight hair.

Oh!What a survival she made on this Anthill,
In this so called 21st century,
Where every gal wears dress scarcely and fanciful
In this burning world with a gushing fire of Ego and Imitation.

From where did that Angel fall?
Is she reincarnation of Mother Teresa?
No,It can't be...
Florence Nightingale will never visit back In this century.

Copyright © Karma tshelthrim | Year Posted 2015