Narrative Romantic Poems

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dizzy, from my shameless lust  i paint your mouth with mine. nipping, brushing faces,  breathing you like oxygen. my fingers, my lips, my tongue  upon your naked back draw a map to my destination  via the scenic route no doubt starving  for your wet lips.  make a meal of this Lost in the carnage of our intimacy. I move with the fervor of a ravenous beast.  Your body undulates to the movement of my mania.  Juices glow like the fountain of youth. I move in and out  conduct a symphony of pleasure,  bury my face deep  in the sweet skin of creation.  waltz against a canvas dark pin holes of silver dust. weightless  in a friction free atmosphere  eternal pleasure, a sweet honeysuckle taste  a foreplay crescendo.   I the ocean,  tide after tide  the ebb and flow a sculptured reef.  The screams of seagulls in the air,  rushing waters eternal  breaking hard and fast   the sunken coral. a multitude of tidal waves simultaneous explosions  tight as one we hold freeze in the heat of our moment. It must be an hour now  you are lying at my side.  your head on my chest.  I play with your hair  stroke your flesh our eyes meet,  we kiss  long, hard passionately...

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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This world can be cruel 
and people unkind 
but love is a jewel 
Each of us can find 
Desperately lonely 
He's feeling alone 
The explorer is searching 
For someone of his own .

He'll search forever 
If that is what he must do 
To build a life together 
With the love he feels is true
Through disease and sickness
Heartbreak and pain 
Once his heart is given 
In love he'll remain.

So he travels the oceans 
Across borders and skies 
Following his heart 
For its there all truth lies
Time has no meaning 
Forever has no face 
Be it determination or dreaming
He roams place to place .

If his heart is to be sated 
He'll find what was meant to be 
So long fate has waited 
To find love eternally 
Then they'll build a new life 
Into the country they'll flee
A simple man and his new wife 
Escaping life's misery .

In the midst of a forest 
A new log cabin they erect 
Building a new life of beauty
Built on love and respect .
Families will grow strong here 
True love will thrive
They will work together
For the rest of their lives .
True friends are welcome 
To visit our idyllic scene 
We'll even help them 
If they wish to share in our dream.

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Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014

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I have dreamed so many dreams of life in Texas
Of cowboys and of the history I'd find there
So many hours I have been driving 
but all I see are oil wells everywhere .

Long dusty roads and lorries hauling 
Miles and miles of heavy industry 
but just as I felt my spirit falling 
A vision of loveliness appeared to me . 

Calling to fill my car with fuel 
Perhaps a diet coke to quench my thirst 
Sat behind the counter on a stool 
An angel giggled as I cursed .

She was so pleased that I was from England 
She said my accent sounded like a song 
She listened intently to my story 
Then bluntly told me where I'd been going wrong .

There's a nice hotel in town if you are staying 
You can pick me up at seven by the door 
You're a nice guy but I hope you don't mind me saying 
No guy ever needed my help more .

I drove her to that honky tonk at seven 
Those jeans so tight I swear they're made of paint 
With every word she spoke I felt I was in heaven
Those green eyes would make the toughest cowboy faint.

We danced then I sang her a ballad 
My rendition of always on my mind 
We kissed and we talked for hour on hour
Never have I met anyone so kind .

I walked her safely to her front door
A ranch style house on a leafy avenue
She gave the kind of kiss that shook me to my core
The strangest most beautiful woman I ever knew .

In the days that followed I found Texas 
It was everything I ever thought it could be
and all the while my wonderful honky tonk angel 
Was right there sharing every sweet moment with me .

Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014

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The scent of lavender and Rosemary 
In the hedgerows as I walk 
The fox disappearing so quickly 
Into the hollow caves of chalk.

Within the old oak acre 
The trees reach up to meet the sky 
A humming bird providing magic for 
A little boys enquiring eye .

Then I see her wild raven hair 
and those gleaming emerald eyes 
She beckons me with her finger 
To disobey would be unwise .

Though she may be elderly 
I know she'll bring me luck 
So I carry her crockery 
To wash in the friars brook

Then I fetch her water 
and I do not spill a drop
I turn to leave as I was taught to 
She insists I stop . 

She takes my hand in her hand 
In silence she reads my palm
I don't know how but I understand 
This lady means me no harm .

Then she made a big mistake 
Her story did not make sense 
What does a child know of heartbreak
Or its dreadful consequence .

I was to remain faithful to my conviction 
and true love would find me 
I must not be swayed by contradiction 
The colour of lavender held my destiny .

At home my grandma told me 
Gypsies were fantastic at reading sign 
That dear old lady Rosie 
Had just predicted mine .

I have had so many heartaches 
As into a man I grew 
but forever love make no mistake 
I still believe in you.

Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014

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In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she stares blankly at the floor 
in deep contemplation of her sweetheart and suitor 
standing a respectable distance from her 
with his top hat humbly held in his hand.

His countenance is one of uncertainty, quite ready to
plead his veracity and intention should her father care
to honor his sincerity with an understanding ear.
He feels a bit consumed and cold standing near 
the grandeur of the unlit hearth.

He is attired in his finest to court his fair maiden though 
little notice is taken from her stern yet loving father who only 
wants to see his daughter marry into a dignified and wealthy
family that will elevate his own standing in the community.
The young maiden’s mother is trying to sway her husband’s 
judgment in favor of the young man to appease 
her daughter’s romantic affections.

The young maiden’s mother, dressed in an exquisite expensive
pale pink ensemble makes a stunning statement of breeding 
and manners as she softly coaxes the kinder side of her husband
to appear by placing both hands lovingly upon his breast.
Her father’s clenched fist reveals his determination not to give in.

The lovely maiden spent hours readying herself for this special
occasion, the day in which her young man would come to ask
her father for her hand in marriage. She had been trying to calm
herself by embroidering his initials on a dresser scarf until
her young man arrived, as evidenced by her sewing container opened
partly as she hurriedly placed the scarf back in when he arrived.
Now listening to her father’s words of rejection she holds little hope
of a future with her beloved and contemplates her life without him.
Yet as her mother pleads her case for them to be together she knows
there is very little her mother asks of him he can say no to.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

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Love is prominent but lies are still troubling the arch in my back is still aching  thru my core/ To calm to peaceful Today not enough appreciation from you
You make me feel less important.
 How many more audition do I need to perform for you?
 Your Personality changes like the weather negative energy creates “Thunder and Lighting” 
   Your Ego is higher then the altitude in Denver 
You are the weather that changes everyday I never knew when its cold are warm 
Today I was prepared for a Sunny day / But  like the weather you change unpredictably have me puzzled just wondering Why?
 I was not prepared for your  precipitation/ you never allow me to grasp your feelings never appreciate my love  you was only  obsessed with yourself and not my heart.  When its cloudy or rainy outside my vision gets a little blur and  fuzzy when you are around.

Meteorologist Predicate Sunny and warm air with the chances of early morning cloudiness’

Copyright © christopher michaels | Year Posted 2013

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I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat
I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat
She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth
She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath
I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease
I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease
She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart
She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start
I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight
I will never part with her because she is my sight
She looks forward at all times and never looks back
She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack
I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound
I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground
She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look
She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took
I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk 
I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk
She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care
She never looked at me in a blank stare

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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                                                        Upon A Bed of Petals
                                    The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
                            With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
                                    The light shines upon the area of which they lay
                               With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
                                    The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
                                With motion that reveal emotions with great steam

                                                        Upon A Bed Of Petals
                           Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
                                   With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
                             Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
                                         With occasional choices of passion and strife 
                                   Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
                                      With another part of each season we stand true

                                                         Upon A Bed Of Petals
                                  The scent of life passes through and makes new
                                With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
                                   The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
                          With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
                                     The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
                              With two people passion with love rules true and above

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Caminaba sola por la orilla del mar, 
Ola tras ola veía como mi pensar navegaba. 
Tu sonrisa imprimida en mi mente, 
Tus palabras siendo repetidas.
De la nada de reojo tu reflejo mire. 
Con emoción volteo para sorprenderme. 
Y vaya que sorpresa.
Quede hechizada con tu belleza. 
Los colores vividos del atardecer simbolizaban mi alegría,
Resplandeciendo hasta terminar el día. 
Caminamos, platicamos y nuevamente
Otra vez nos enamoramos. 
Se hacía tarde y a despedirme iba. 
Cuando a abrazarte me gire, 
En el suelo termine. 
Fue ahí, con almohada en brazos
Que supe que anoche te soñé. 

-Volcán Inactivo 

Copyright © Rahima Espat | Year Posted 2015

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Heather. Lucky heather .
I can still hear her Irish tone 
Heather, Lucky heather
This beautiful  gypsy stood alone .
Her raven hair cascading 
like a midnight waterfall 
Heather, Lucky heather
In the market place she calls . 

Her emerald eyes smiling 
As I stop so I might buy
Heather, Lucky heather
Once again I hear her cry .
She giggles at my teasing 
When I purchase her lucky charm 
Heather , Lucky heather 
Please let this beautiful gypsy take my arm.

I took her home to meet my parents
I heard the warnings that they gave
A Romany is a Romany
From the cradle to the grave
One day she'll up and leave you 
Heading for another town 
Heather , Lucky heather 
Help my gypsy to settle down . 

Ten years we were together 
Ten years i'll never forget 
My beautiful Irish gypsy 
I'm so happy that we met .
Then she heard her people calling 
From across the Irish sea 
Heather , Lucky heather
Help me to set her free .

I have loved her for so long 
Now it is time for us to part 
She is leaving with the key 
That will always unlock my heart.
I know we'll meet again some day 
She is part of my destiny 
Heather , Lucky heather 
Watch over her for me .

Let her know how much I love her
Whisper to her every day 
Tell me if she should need me 
and i'll soon be on my way 
Let her slow dance with her new lover
In the most beautiful moonlight
Heather . Lucky heather 
Let her walk in gods sweet light.

Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014

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hey there,
You have lighted up my world..
Now you're the one I am dreaming of
Dont you know,
I can sit here forever,
Just looking into your eyes?
The things I see there
Always take me by surprise
but I don't see you coming...
I see you standing there;
so close but still barely out of reach;
I want to be closer to you,
so I'm on my way...
I will be missing you
I will be missing the places we used to know..
wish i could carry you with me
I hope I make you a little happy too
I am not saying goodbye
I know I'll see you again
I would be crying in that strange city
and you wouldnt be there..
but I will carry on..

6.22.11 (my goodbye poem before I boarded the plane)

Copyright © Jeinara Odonio | Year Posted 2013

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Always a Dream
A little fairy princess one day sits resting on a most beautiful sunflower,
And magically she begins stretching her wings for anticipatory flight
While capturing a vision assortment of most bright flying colors, 
Of one gentle and soothing rainbow promise—a shining and a light to delight;
As the ground begins to tremble and crumble underneath her tiny feet,
She takes flight on her splendid little wings—quite magnificent to behold
Through the colors of mist and the veil of magic she sees a bright sparkling shine, 
And then all becomes clear—she sees gold, and even more gold on the horizon
Radiantly gleaming in front of her very eyes and charming her senses entire.

Then a most curious little green man with curved ears pointing heavenwards 
And possessing remarkably strange and yet soft mesmerizing green eyes, 
Presents himself both kindly and boldly to the little fairy princess in person; 
He jumps right in the pot alongside her dancing a jig to his heart's content,
And the princess shines all colors of love and warmth over him under the mist 
Of a most dazzling and enchanting dream to behold, know, and cherish.

With this the little green man reveals his true nature to his new found princess,
And with a most proud alacrity bearing a quaint princely nature, he declares:
“Me Darlin’ little princess so near and so dear to Me own little heart,”
“You must know I’m your Leprechaun always obedient from this very start,”
“At this moment most precious Me knows you’ve captured Me little heart,”
“And with this you’ve captured too Me overflown’ Pot of Gold now in part,”
“With Me undying love and devotion to you always carried in Me little heart.”

With this the Leprechaun and his little fairy princess danced a mystical old
Irish jig together while singin’ and laughin’ both so gently and contentedly;
All the while his soft green eyes and her sensual eyes azure locked in a 
Most romantic gaze and affection when they began kissing one another, 
And brushing inside and both sharing heartfelt fluttering emotions and a
Swelling with a deep beauty and a most passionate love in Heaven born.

With the genuine passion-felt affection and the romantic kisses exchanged,
The Leprechaun and his little fairy princess began to transform themselves
Right before each other’s very eyes, and Behold!!—in a quick moment, the
Leprechaun became a most handsome and sweet-loving young prince, and 
His little fairy princess, in a flash of blinding light, lost her wings and changed 
Into a most radiant and quite beautiful young princess with long-flowing 
Beautiful black hair, and a very lovely smile as resplendent and sweet as any
Angel in Heaven above.

Now the handsome young prince and his beautiful young princess were an 
Elegant and most wonderful couple to behold and cherish—kind, smiling, and 
Deeply in love.
The young prince with his Irish blessings began sparklin’ and sprinklin’ star dust 
All over his young princess and they both lived happily ever after with pronounced
Passion and love, emotion and devotion, kindness and charity, vision and purpose, 
Forever to their end on Earth and later by the Lord God himself in Heaven. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem (October 29, 2014)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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The Stranger and the Photographer
By: Inaam Al-Hashimi  (Gold_N_Silk)

Sunshine in his eyes
A smile on his face
Dust on his hair
And on his eyebrows

Like a lone ranger 
From outer space
Who crossed the desert
Riding the wind,
Not a horse!
And after his journey,
To rest his head,
He found a place.

Everyone was talking
Laughing and joking
And with their laughter
Filling the space

But alone he was sitting,
Drinking and eating,
In utter silence,
Minding noone else.

Like lightning and thunder,
On a hot summer day;
 She suddenly  comes,
To shatter his silence,
And cross his way,

"I'd like to take a picture,"
She said with a smile,
"Of you, If I may!"

Waited for no answer,
Took a picture,
"Thank you!" She said,
And went away.

 Then turned around 
And said with a sway:
Mind you stranger!
If destiny wants,
She'll have her way,

Your path and my path,
Will cross again,
Somehow, somewhere, someday!

 Inaam 1993

Copyright © Inaam Al-Hashimi | Year Posted 2013

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In Pleasure          
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

White suit, top hat, pride feeling higher than spectacular 
The ugly duckling has opened a new chapter
Revealing transformation that’s becoming a true sensation
Buried in his inaugural feelings of gold treatment
There’s always a silver lining after the disaster
Every battle, each day 
Sanity is mastered
Life tries to defeat us, expiration tries to meets us
But tonight he’s on top of the world
He’s on top of Thee
He’s on top of a feathered fame beak 
This is one hell of a duckling I must proclaim.
Our love floats in current 
Through the City of Jacks
You’re the only Queen of my deck 
As we coast along these sparkling waters splashing our tails
The momentum of the St. Johns River flows to a love hotel
Vapors of our spirits arises above
Elevating beyond the skies
There’s no limit tonight 
As my mind is blown on cloud nine 
With love and happiness is in the atmosphere
Scrolling the screams of these peaceful waters 
With mean swagger
This night is unbelievable 
Unbelievable is this; unbelievable I won’t miss
I was once viewed as a total tragedy, with no immunity from havoc
Or grievance
Frowned upon by my community as a under achiever
As if I was an oil spill disaster 
With no relief at hand, 
But to tonight I clean up well with Dawn
The river flows peacefully after the storm deforms
Accompanied by grace, I’m accompanied by love
Accompanying my side 
Is a woman of grace.
As we keep our heads above these judgmental waters in Florida
The rivers will flow to Fingers Point
At the end of this place called home sweet home tonight
I’m just a kiss away 
From the Full Moonlight.

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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The charm of a soft summers night Is only a dream right now But soon the mellow light of the moon Will softly cross my brow I dream of romantic far away places Beckoning me to come by Places I've only read about in books Accompanied by a lullaby How can I possibly imagine the thrill Seeing these historic places Exotic peoples in exotic costumes Other origins, other races A broadening outlook on many lands Where peace and love do reign The different cultures and ways of life Feelings of oneness is attained Peoples of earth need take a deep breath Give thanks for the air we breathe For life and the wonderful world around us The sun, the rivers, the trees © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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"The Seduction"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

In total ecstasy and bliss, everyone knows that's how it ends
But it is so difficult for us to agree on just how it begins
But it starts with the passionate embrace of the eyes
Because from deep within the Soul is where this temptation must rise
Inspiring the touch of fingers to the frame
The gentle caress relieves the stress and style of dress just the same
Then the moist
The earlobes, the neck, the nipples, the cheeks, but the lips are the favorite choice
Then the tongue bath, that's just how the saying goes
And to be thorough, you must either start or finish with the toes
But just remember that when you reach the most pleasurable part
You must leave it dripping wet, that's if you want to reach the heart
And when your voice reaches the point where it is higher than the flight of a dove
Then you are ready to experience the deep, long injection of Love
And until you get enough, this process continuously repeats
The endless flow of juices is released until you're delivered to the embrace of deep sleep
So cum....and get you some....

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016

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Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Im scared
Im absolutely terrified
My knees shake 
Like a baby fawn learning to take its first steps
I want to leap into this wondrous field of possibility
I just don’t want to be dropped like a hot potato 
Like so many other times before
I want to believe and have an abundance of hope
But how can I when I’ve been left with a broken heart
Picking up all the jagged pieces, one by one
How can I believe that this time will be any different?
How do I dare risk it all again
Knowing that im putting it all out there once more

Copyright © Madison Mittelbrun | Year Posted 2014

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                       We all

        " Will see DARK in DARK"

With love all
Jagdish bajantri

Copyright © jagdish bajantri | Year Posted 2016

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                                                     She is so typical
                                                           So critical
                                                   For most part difficult

                                   I never really could grasp her in such way
                                       She just wants me to some how stay
                               She comes to my man cave and makes me obey

                                          Shy she was and now I am scared
                                              In such way I almost cared
                              She thinks she can do everything for me I swear

                         She makes me guess everyday but I keep on believing
     Because it is fun to give her a kiss, while she does not know when she is sleeping
                She stresses out but I will tell her my love for her keeps deepening

                So for the most part I just keep her close to make her smile and me
                                When I do things I do it for her it is always a key
            Call me romantic or call me stupefied, but it makes her so, so, sooo, happy

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Strawberry scent 
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had two
Leaning on the tree buck 
She lay on my lap
Pen and booklet on my palms
A bowel of strawberries she had with her

For every line I jot
Every dream we make
And image of the future we draw
Is rewarded by half fruit dipped in plain yogurt…

The previous night the ground experienced shallow falls. Young grass all covered in dew in the morning of the first Saturday of the season. Pleasant weather it was, for the nature was at joy. It was the day he was waiting for, his day off from the rest of the world but a day to build his world within. Waking up and sent a morning text that says “good morning love, see you later”. By that time she was still enjoying the comfort of the last hour morning nap. She just picked the phone with a smile, as if she knew it saw him. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her arms facing the small ceiling of her apartment, uptown, well-decorated to her likes with white and bright colors that match her smile. 

He left his crib and went straight to the city center. With so much life in him, he was walking like he got springs on his legs. Everyone could see that the world was his, as he greeted every man, woman, child, baby and even the pets in the streets. Happy he was, “good morning” he uttered as he lifted his hat a bit. He slid into the bank, folded his long sleeved untacked shirt as he head to the counter. Once more, he greeted, the fair looking lady behind the desk. He was responded by a welcome smile and went straight to business. He was withdrawing money from his savings account. One could notice that he was in the intention of rewarding himself, little they knew.

On the other side of the side, she was expecting a visit, but that morning the feeling was different. She had the baby joy from within she couldn’t explain what it was for. She got off bed with a melody. She had those expectations of an outing and she went straight to freshening everything around the place. With the windows wide open, to let the after rain scent in, she let out her beautiful voice to the world. Hanging on his walls were framed photos of her as the sing leader from high. She was and still has the talent of course. Soon as she was done positioning things around, she went for the shower and had her time in there. 

He took his time, making sure everything was done well and well done. He wanted to make a call to tell her they are going out but his gut didn’t allow him. He flipped his leg across and calms balanced on the bicycle seat. That was just a few minutes after he purchased it. It wasn’t like any other bike any young man of mid-twenties would go for. It was the bike of the nineties, the tall simple and slim white wall wheels of our grandfathers. It has a carrier over the rear wheel, wide enough to carry his grocery; he placed his basket, well tightened to not spoil anything. On the front wheel was another flat metal frame like carrier, it has its own purpose too. He began paddling uptown right away.

As she was straightening her hair, looking at herself on the mirror there was a knock, she hurried with a smile. She paused and took a deep breath. On the other side of the door, he waited, with one arm folded and other holding his chin. He tilted his head and his eyes aiming right at the door knob, he couldn’t wait to meet his gaze with hers. Suddenly the door opened, like an angel she did it again, the lady with blue eyes, this time she was bright. She was in her favorite, the rainbow stripped with flat shoes on. He took a step towards her, she did it too, he offered his hand, and instead she let her waist to be wrapped around by him. ‘Princess…’ he said, ‘my Prince’ she responded. Closer he was leaning on and she was running out of breath, at that moment their hearts were beating at the same pace, at once. Her left arm rested on his shoulder, the right side let loose down and palms and fingers interlocked. With the gaze on her sparkling blue eyes, he swiftly went for the ear, he whispered, “let’s go to the park, I see you are already dressed for the occasion already”.

Copyright © Neo Masetlane | Year Posted 2017

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In the Auditorium de la Panacée, 
not yet perfume or pheromone, 
but only what he can see,
drawn exit as she heads home.

Every step on pulse of Montpellier,
one dropped program chances today.
Prudent for an approach easier,
when she stops at a Café.

Took a sip and tripped closer,
now pierced by what he can’t see.
Courtesy of Swiss industry and a photographer
in the Auditorium de la Panacée.

A collaboration with Julia Ward who composed Part I which can be found on her list.

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015

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Last night was just a glimse
Of heaven and it's shores
Already I know the truth
It's you my soul adores

A thousand questions spinning
As my soul waits to depart
Upon the voyage one more time
Discovering your heart

Guilded by new stars
To find paradise's key
Where I am stuck in you
And your tangled up in me

Stardust cast upon us
To give us our true wish
Whispering to our hearts

You've had your last first kiss

Copyright © jon terry | Year Posted 2014

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I feel that I have found a home in this cyberspace
with full of hearts and ideas in a special place
I wonder of all the people in the world to make me smile
with antics that help me grow in every mile
I do want to say to all of the people with respect
because of all of you my mind is not in a wreck
I would lie if I did not get ideas from all of you
without you my poems would not come true
I bless everyone with care 
with kindness and without dis-pare
I hold my hands high and put them together
with this I bless you with good weather
I do read some of the poems that people put out
sometimes I feel with out a doubt
I feel the pain in the poems that some has revealed
with hopes that they can read with their mind not sealed
I smile a bunch with every word
it is like a music in my head making a cord
I do want you all to know that you have made my day
to be a better day in every different array
I cherish my time with all the people in my heart
the words flow in my mind is just but a start
I'm happy with everyone in 
with hardship that came this cyberspace makes me calm
I cannot choose five cause if I do I don't think it's right
just to tell you that is just my own insight
I thank all for helping me grow with all the poems that are shown
with faith and humor, with views of kindness this site has grown

If I had to say or dedicate my poems to who 
would be the first five who reads my poems with a point of view

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Lost And Found

With the availability of the internet , you tube and what have you on the internet.. 
Here’s a tribute to a classic tale in The Twilight Zone, viewable on the internet..

With its rich labyrinth of varied tales of mysteries, suspense , filled with twists and turns ….
Every episode of the Twilight Zone is a wondrous tale of imagination that astound in turns..

Take for example this episode entitled Lost And Found,  it was most superbly done…
A dynamic executive of a successful business franchise, he buys and pays for love  done…

High flying as he was, questions abound why he was readily selling off his flagship company…
Having singlehandedly started his franchised business from the very bottom of the economy..

He was increasingly troubled  in his thoughts over hidden skeletons in his private closet …
When an attractive young lady writer posed probing questions into his past and conscience…

Having little emotional attachment to his  past,  he tried to make amends with his mom…
Only to be told, it was much too late for the hurt in his dad was something that cannot be undone..

Until it strikes him one day, all the weird  happenings and the reappearances of a mouldy ball…
Somehow represents a second chance for him, when the gal he truly ever loved , she called…

This is a fantastic love story, of a love that was so true  that it calls to the hero from the beyond…
Love that was once callously lost, now here was his chance, to seize and make right a wrong…

Now here was his second chance, to find a treasured love he had once lost for eternity…
He gingerly reached out his hand, pushed open  a magical doorway,  to replay a new  destiny …

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

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Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013

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Throat was dry
Even no tears to cry.
In  mids of the desert-
Failure was every try-
It was then-
A sudden change-
When I felt drops of rain-
Came and washed away my bane.
Breeze then whispered a doh-
Pointing to colors of rainbow-
Your message came like that “Bea”
Though this time not from Pretoria.

Copyright © ABDUL SAMI ABDUL LATIF | Year Posted 2013

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I felt it in the warm touch of the one I love;
she danced to the tunes of "Jingle Bells",
as her dress circled in the air. She looked
like a Christmas tree in her flower dress,
and the happiness that was glowing in her.
As a child eagerly finds a branch to add 
a Christmas card, I placed my palm 
on her chest, to listen to what her heart
was telling my heart, 
in the Christmas night....

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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Yesterday was a promise
Till death do us part
That wedding kiss
Was my favorite part.

So we had last night
A memorable one
We made romantic love
So we became one.

I woke up this morning
With your unforgettable kiss
Prepared breakfast
With two cups of tea.

You went outside
To freshen yourself
Heard a bang in street
I was out of myself.

Saw you lying
On a dusty floor
Blood was everywhere
Scream was all around.

Unbelievably sad
I’m alone again
You left me too fast
How tragic is our end.

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

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The dark perils of this expectant city
Through the eyes of a man lost in transit
Complete the fall, expel the pity.
Tattered shoes lead the man through the smoke
Even the stars look on with interest now
The silhouette will breathe and choke.
The dress may sparkle, the eyes deceive
The Blood Street curdles with life and excess
Hearts will wander, yet happily conceive.
Fingernails tap on the pane of enjoyment
Causing tremors on the red beating Richter
Searching for alternate ways of employment.
"There's no one else like you," he concedes
A smile is currently working its way out
The fruit waiting to divulge of its seeds.
The door is fastened and the velvet drawn too
There is no action, just conversation
Topics from now through the night until dew.
Although once lost, he has since returned
On a scale that some would consider excessive
The rope that was useful can finally be burned.
My fear has overtaken and my interests are sharp
As the silence wears thin between us
Her voice is as sweet as a lonely harp.
But now I have tasted I cannot retract
You openly swear that you reciprocate
You love me, encircled, close the final act.
We dance with the concerns of the day
And live with the errors that fill our nights
I trust I will see you, Lady May.

©2014 Jonn Walker

NB - This poem is featured in Jonn Walker's book of poetry "Clay Streets" and is available to buy from

Copyright © Jonn Walker | Year Posted 2015