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Details | Light Poetry |

                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you

A-L Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Many ingredients bake writing inspiration This recipe combines a stirring sensation: Heaps of desires never realized as marinated in teary sore eyes; Quantities of wide open spaces caramelized by nature’s appeal; Ageless genuine emotional traces sifted thru heart rendered graces; Equal parts family and romantic love as roasted within, without and above; Measured creamed ideals of peace with blanched pain and battle grease; Diced wishes braised with thrill bearing aromas of tangy heat or chill; Slices of awe from a glorious tree breaded with traits strong and free; I do not forget sour spices of greed dusted with mankind’s violent seed; A mix of fears dredged in anxiety with stress jelled in complexity; and, lastly faith garnished spirit grown in a soul conscious thicket. If able, I mix love with ingredients above before sampling my recipe once warmed up. If savory, I serve it in Soup’s poetry cup.
... CayCay Jennings January 20, 2017

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Okay…maybe I am  

Some call me romantic
But I don’t think that’s true
I just write down these feelings 
I have inside for you

I have no formal training
No poetry degree
Just a pen and paper
I keep in front of me

So when I think about you
Which happens all the time
I scribble out some phrases
That often seem to rhyme

Perhaps they look like verses
They’re kept in groups of four
And filled with my affection
For someone I adore

And yes some are poetic
Though that is not my plan
I just want you forever
I want to be your man

Okay…they sound romantic
And maybe I am too
But it’s not really all that hard
To write down I love you

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
If I could fool you, I surely would
You’d be mine, your beauty understood
I would fool you that my heart is sublime
I would give you red roses every day
To fool you into loving me
I would kiss you softly on the lips
Sweetly I shall whisper have I fooled you yet?
I would hold you hand on seashore walks
Enchanting your eyes with my fables and talks
Every word would be crafted so
So that I may be certain I fooled you so
In the dusk, on a moonlit night
Candles flicker upon our evening meal
As I plan and deceive your heart to steal
Once its captured, and your in my arms
I would smile so brightly
You being my prize and charm
I know for sure you will entice me still   
And with a kiss right upon my lips
You will laugh and dance and toss me a kiss
With a question I already knew long ago
You will ask me
Who fooled who?

Notes, This was inspired by Eileen Manassian Ghali, and her poem "I'm not fooled"

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Angels flapped their wings
Stardust fell from blessed sky
Poetry flourished!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   21 OCTOBER 2014

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
My heart can bear no more
The evil torments of black widows
Who wish to kiss you once
Then to devour your very soul
Beware these ones, who wish you buried

Who among you has an open heart?
I shall invite you to wipe a tear
An embrace
Would cure the hardships, we all endure
Alas the deceptions, make love so unsure

If you wish my heart, as a sacrifice
What have you, to offer in return?
Other than sweet dates & Palms, and silly words?
Go away, ride into the night
Fairy tales I myself can write

The mirage of promises never kept
False images have turned smiles to ice
So if you seek to share your soul
Have in hand, your heart to sleep
So passions will make our bond so deep

If you see not wisdom within these words
Then I must say don’t be so absurd
Silence has killed many a dream
Stay away from my heart

I'll have my coffee, no sugar no cream

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
I knew you long before
    pursuit's intention shone,
felt you in sun's fiery warmth
       & shooting star surrender,
heard your voice on soft
  burbled whispers of sweet zephyrs
    and nectar'd songs of hummingbirds,
saw your depths of magnificence
        in sapphire ocean tides
     cresting 'neath effulgent moons
savoring breaths of crystalline
   snowflakes on crisp sea air,
I knew strength in your convictions    
   for it braved every fantasy's illusion
     acquiesced 'tween dulcet desires,
whilst the strong presence of your charms
     envelop'd every night's dreaming

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |
Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I went to the dance, all alone and shy
I sat in the corner, I have no idea why
They all seemed to be laughing and high
Dancing and having good times
As I sat in the corner, singing like a mime
I saw her over by the exit door
Tears in her eyes, sadness for sure
I saw in her heart
The loneliness that was mine
I understood at once, this was my time
To be a gentleman and do what’s right
So I took her slowly into my arms
I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulders
I held her in silence
As she drained all her tears
Then the song ended and I let her go
She smiles so sweetly and said thank-you dear Joe
Leaving me here, to dance alone

I have to confess it felt very nice
To consol a sweet gal
Even she left me with no vice
Giving it seems, is its own reward
Even for the lonely, my happiness restored

Bonus Stanza 1

Thirty years later, as I arrive home
I kiss my love on her enticing lips
Her blonde hair waves with her lovely hips
I love her still, like long ago
When I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulder

Bonus Stanza 2

A place to cry
Put your head on my shoulder
It doesn’t matter why
Only angels need to know
That you are special
This is simply so

This idea came to me reading one of Dave Woods poems, listening to Paul Anka and a poem called “A place to cry” by  Kathryn Ramirez. Three completely unrelated events into one poem. The BlueRay version has more Bonus Stanza’s and is available for the low price of 99.99 per copy, Oh and also this is just a poem, there is no love for this dark poet

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
  I Love Him.

I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love, 
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.

It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
live with.

I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
 to the other.

I will look like a fierce 
passionate woman;
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan, 
watch our lustrous eyes
 until dawn.
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land 
in each other's trembling

I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night 
will be different." 
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you, 
you, my sole lover.

How I wish to feel the infinite love 
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring 
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.

Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love, 
prevent the branches on the 
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them, 
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the 
light of love.

That's where the key is, 
if the light of love opens 
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will 
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years. 

Written By
Therese Bacha
August 18 2014

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
I set the table, place for one
Pour the wine, cork undone
Filet mignon, to perfection done
Topped with greens, and a sauce of rum

The evening sets, as it always had
A gourmet meal, aint so bad
I make a toast to the other side
As silence waits, I must abide

As I hold my glass
Of Bordeaux wine
I dare to wish but for one more thing
In darkened silence, the phone to ring

Soufflé simply will not do
There is no sweet without you
The perfect meal evades me still
The evening fades into a chill

Sleep evades my dreamy mind
And in the haze of wishful thoughts
Dinner was served
With a Kiss

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |
Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.

Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.

Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

I have felt the rain
I have bared witness to such horrendous pain
I have died a few times over
I have hidden inside a smile

The fresh scent of morning dew
A sea faring fog, coming for a landing
As I travel back to childhood days
Where meadows and the sea were paradise

Now in the dark of night
In the dank basement of my life
I have become the carpenter
With hammer and saw, I build a crate

Then I craft a box of lead to lay inside
Then still, I mold a box of silver
To lay inside the lead box
Upon which I make one more box still

Crafted of pure gold
Artfully engraving my life on the sides
I have toiled for years
Creating these fine boxes and wooden crate

Now comes the most difficult task of all
Scalpel in hand, I cut out my beating heart
I lay it softly in the golden box
I seal each box one inside the other, until I seal the wooden crate

The box of my heart has turned crimson red
My blood the final artwork on my finely crafted piece
With my last breath I fall upon the crate, quite fully dead
My heart now protected, from all of romances arrows

Poison arrows fall and black roses cry

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Whispered words
Soothing poetry in your ear
Candlelit evening fading
Into Red Wine dreams
Words that touch the soul
Holding hands
A simple kiss
As we gaze upon the wilted rose

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I bless the day she came my way. Her quirky hat a strange display 
meant not to impress me.

But her shadowed smile softened and I was smitten.
My face turned the flush of a rainbow red and what was written
revealed my growing infatuation.

Something about this lady, giving, loving, wanting, haunting
showing no pretension. 

Her playful wit coming from her heart would set this woman quite apart
from all others.  

What gifts were about to unfold of female attributes that made me bold
and I kissed her behind her ear. 

In later days, as she has told, she thought that I was uncontrolled 
but it still felt grand.

Her blue eyes seduced me and her hills and slopes added to my salient hopes
that somehow she would be mine.

So thank you God I cannot hide the glow within that is my pride
that this  adored sweet precious woman , has become my wife. 

And now we're in our eighth year, so let me make this really clear
I 'm still very much in love with her.

C.A.K 10-12-2013

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
just a little smile from you 
can make every thing alright 
I know its not much 
but it makes a difference in my life 

its just the movement of your lips 
and a little show of teeth 
but that's all it takes 
to make me feel complete 

just a wiggle of your nose 
and wink from your eyes 
and it goes straight to my heart 
and makes me feel to fly 

a touch from your finger tips 
sets off butterflies in my stomach 
and I want to shout to the world 
she rocks ,she rock rock. rock 

just one of your sweet kiss 
and I don't want to wash my lips again 
just one hug from you 
and I don't want to let go again 

a little bite of your sandwich 
and the way you chew your food 
and then you sip your ice tea 
with your cool and relax mood 

the way the sun shines down on you 
when you are walking on the street 
makes all the dust turns to sugar 
when it touches your feet 

just a little look from you 
makes my heart goes beat beat beat 
and all the birds flew around you 
comes out singing tweet, tweet ,tweet 

every little thing about you 
is like a candy treat 
its just the movement your lips 
and just a little show of teeth 

the smell of your hair 
the fragrance of your skin 
your red Rosie cheeks 
with the cute cute chin 

You are the sun in my day 
and the wind in my sky's, 
the food on my plate 
and the love of my life

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism |
Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.

We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.

My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.

Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
What sustains Life like water? What is as fresh and welcoming like the countryside? And as sweet as a newly made confectionery baked with honey? I just found one well placed in all corners of your heart. A feeling encompassing the goodness of life. Is it the blissful visitation to the tenants of the deep blue sea? Or a radiant rainbow floating in the moist skies? Is it red roses, milk Sunflowers and other colorful plants in pink, green and yellow? Or the site of a happy set of little quintuplet siblings? Is it the baby chicks peeping out from their nest to spy on the first morning rising sun? They all are no where near the unbelievable goodness of your love. Sweetheart! You are a majestic glamor full of gracious providence. Not even the magneting beauty of the Queen Cleopatra can be compared to the pillars of your virtues which prove to overcome time's curfew eclipsing my heart totally as I soak in the foam of your passions. A natural habitat have I found in the gardens of your affection and a new existence from the deep baptism of your unequaled care. I never believed a star could be as near but here I am; with a being who outshines a galaxy. My soul has lost records of its bountiful happiness from this train of love with the wish its rails are never ending and its journey, everlasting.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Daydreaming of you is all I seem to do.
Staring at your picture on my computer screen, wishing you were here staring back at me.
Your my computer love, my secret crush.
Leaving me in an intoxicating lush, your body I desperately lust.
If I can get to you through my computer screen, I will be able to show you exactly what I mean.
Long days and long nights of communication with you, helps me fantasize and make my dreams truer.
Love scenes play in my head, love scenes upon a fluffy feather bed.
I am dressed in all white, as if this was our wedding night.
You shirtless and touching me just right.
Delicate biting invited sweet kisses.
Deep staring makes my eyes glisten, and vigilant in guarding a possession.
As the intermittent gleams sparkling, makes the moon and the stars jealous. 
I shine my twinkling smile; the thoughts of you are so worthwhile.
So in love with your artistic style, I am leaving your picture as my computer background.
Being your virtual girl, I want to exist in your world.
Hypothetically speaking simply coexisting, sadly admitting we are only acquaintance.
Forever my computer love fantasy boy toy, I deploy.
Fore dreams are all I have of you, in reality I could never have you.
I just cannot seem to delete my computer files of you so…
Until the day we really make love, you shall remain my computer love.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Dance with my words,
and I'll dance with yours
Let's do a pen pirouette,
lets make some passionate scribbling noise

I'll let you teach me how to move
in perfect iambic meter
Take me through my paces just right,
doing odd cadence swirls
as we play follow the leader

I speak,
you can hear
I heard you dear,
your voice is so clear
Now come close, closer here,
let me whisper in your ear
The things I want to say,
how I do love you ...
you love me too
Dance with me,
just you

I'll dance with your words,
and you'll dance with mine
Let's do a pen tango dip step,
synchronized thoughts forever entwined

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |
Been long time that I've seen you,
& been long time that you've been here,
W/no demands these eyes kept your soul,
Now it's been long that they've felt it at all.

I know its not the easy task they call,
But trust me- I'll catch you when you fall,
I'll pick up the times when you call,
Coz' my eyes keep wandering for your soul.

'Less is more' and that more is what I get,
Your meticulous look makes me forget,
Forget the sorrow that I've been into,
So give me more, and let it come slow.

I know its not the easy task they call,
But trust me- I'll catch you when you fall,
I'll pick up the times when you call,
Coz' my eyes keep wandering for your soul.

Copyright © Jasmine Choudhary | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
Has a tear of joy ever escaped from the window of your soul? A moment of realization that fell out of your control? Have you grown up with someone who is way out of your league? One whose presence could effect the way you breathe? Is there something you believe that changed the way you see? Or have you ever fell in love with one that was expected to never be? Imagine a lover who speaks to God about you, one who sees a truth you don't think is there, what if this is how I see you when I say your name in prayer? Though our memories are few, somehow they feel more true, for time is non-existent when it comes to you. Your the most difficult poem I've always wanted to write because no words exist to express such love at every sight. I gaze into our history for a clue as to "why?", amidst a maze of a dozen conflicting stimuli, no language could explain yet you deserve for me to try, but all I can offer is a crude illustration of a truth beyond imagination... You've always felt like more than just a crush, like a reflection of my trust, like fate flirting with a dream only love could create. The way we conversate is the melody of my song, your hypnotic sense of humor splashes the colors of a pretty pinkish dawn, the way you beautify your personality stretches beyond. Those eyes an invitation to some unknown adventure, that smile begs the question I'd spend this life to answer, almost feels like the beginning of some kind of forever. Then something else crept into my heart as well, a chemistry evolving in a way only nature would tell, every grain of knowledge gathered like an oyster in its shell, until my love for you was no longer in control, a rare precious pearl embedded within my soul. WAIT! I have to stop, language has failed me again, but how was I suppose to hold all this in? At the risk of you never looking into my eyes again, I couldn't continue to pretend that your just a friend. What happened to me is I began to see you as we will be when our love is complete, a chemistry mixed with a mystery betwixt pretty and sweet, the heart utterly eclipsed by a beauty beyond any comprehension of art. Now that it's said that leaves just one more task, it's so out of character for me to ask: if a feeling of bliss deeper than any oceanic abyss could be forged without a first kiss, how many wonderful probabilities could we possibly miss?


Copyright © Momo Tinaza | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Wrestling Verses

Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

trapped in rolled-up sleeves.

Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.

My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.

Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,


my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
I wanted in my poetry cup
Neither fixed heat nor cold
Sought just to raise it up
Close to your hair gold

No centre is required to write
A poem of beauty or struggle
Rather a fugitive’s might
To bring out those lovely bubbles

We live mostly in thoughts
Of pictures and colors various
Trying to untie the knots
To unleash your eyes hilarious

This is a fugitive world
At the margin of the bell curve
When it is fruitfully unfurled
There is a dance in your nerve

Were there no fugitive thinkers
To mix dream with the reality
No poetry would ever shake the drinker
To draw you close to me

It is an asset dear friend
That the words are my companion
Yes I swerve from the mainstream no doubt
And pursue my pen in abandon

And the result is fresh morning
Green leaves and sometimes bouquets
Many a time they come adorning
Fugitively orange days
March 12, 2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
She is a dark skin girl 
who sings in the church choir 
He would see her passing every day 
and she sets his heat on fire 

He fell in love with her 
But they never talk before 
He would waits to see her 
every day from his front door 

He is an Indian boy 
Works in his father company 
He is an only child 
from a very wealthy family 

She is just a poor girl 
Living down by the train line 
She's a down to earth girl 
always so polite and kind 

One day he sees her walking home 
so he went over to say hello 
but then sees his father car 
So he stop talking and leaves to go 

But his father sees him 
And at home started to yell and shout 
He said "if you to talk to that girl again 
You leave the house and get out 

Why are you talking to her 
To that poor girl who lives in the trace 
If any body see you talking to her 
you will bring me shame and disgrace 

we're arranging marriage to a rich family 
With a nice educated girl in san Fernando 
We already made the arrangements 
and this Sunday we have to go 

Well he didn’t sleep all night 
He love this poor girl so dearly 
And if he don’t do something now 
He knows how is his futures going to be 

so he lie in bed all night awake 
waiting for the break of dawn 
then he packs his cloths in bag 
and as the sub came up he was gone 

Next morning he knocks on her door 
her face lights up with a smile 
He said if it’s ok with you 
I really need to talk to you for awhile 

I have always been in love with you 
But was to shy to come out and say 
but that you know "if you love me to 
I will leave my father house today 

His father disown his son that day 
because their love was forbidden 
But they married that that same week 
and now have two beautiful children 

Parents needs to understand 
You can’t control your children mind 
When they are grown and seek love 
Their own happiness they will find 

God created a world for us 
With such beautiful nature 
Life would be so boring? 
If we all were the same color 

We live in a world today 
Every race thinks they are superior 
But no matter what religion you are 
There is only one Almighty savior

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism |
Come on now..
How bad would it be..
If you would only amuse yourself with me...
Come on now..
How bad would it be..
If you release and lose yourself in me..
Come on now..
How bad would it be..
If you would only fall in love with me...
Come on now...
Just free your doubts..
It wouldn't be bad..
Come on now..
Just let it all start with a kiss...
How bad would that be??

Copyright © Donal Logue | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                        Somewhere between the last war                                                                                               And the next kiss                                                                                                                               And that you where dreaming of sweet angels and vampires                                                         Because they have always known                                                                                                     In spite of John Cameron Swayze and timex                                                                                        Or the mechanical of Mickey Mouse                                                                                                           That the nights are always longer                                                                                                    I knew that you were waiting                                                                                                                  For the summer to turn to silk again                                                                                              And carry you away before the next big flood arrived                                                                        Before the thunder and after the lightning                                                                                             Before the smoke and after the fire                                                                                                Before the dance and after the song                                                                                                Before the hope and after the the prayer                                                                                       I knew that you where waiting                                                                                                          Like an eagle's wing and a child's song                                                                                               I was waiting too

Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Touch You There
If I touched you where I want to
I would not hold your hand.
As we walked on a beach somewhere
with our toes stuck in the sand.

I would not run my fingers
soft and gentle through your hair.
At least not until right after
I've already touched you there.

I would not consider
putting my mouth against your lips.
Or wrap my arms around you
with my hands holding your hips.

Although these are fine things
I hope to someday share.
If I can't touch what I want
I won't touch you anywhere.

I will not rub your shoulders
or your neck or your back too.
Until you look me in the eyes
while I touch that part of you.

I'll know when it happens
we both will feel it start.
Just looking at each other
when you let me touch your heart.
Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |
We wrote poetry in the early dawn
I tasted each line through your parted lips
Desire was penned in whispers softly drawn
Your hand inked strokes upon my curvy hips

We kissed while reciting words of passion
Our tongues murmured love sonnets in reply
Ardent verses are always in fashion
Each breath we took,  a pleasurable sigh

I lay beside you, head on your broad chest
Listening to Quatrains in rhythmic beats
The beauty of prose sang within my breast
Romanticism written on silk sheets

Imagery remains inside my heart
Love is a journal of poetic art

          June 24th 2017
Mystic Rose: Sonnet Contest

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017