Breathe my love, for I breathe for you
Thru cyan skies and oceans bathing blue
Speak my love, for I lonely listen for you
Vivacious vivid voices of a sensuous spew
Dream my love, for I only dream of you
Lavish green meadows in the morning dew
Sing my love, for I symphonically sing for you
With Angelic ambiance within heavens view
Cry my love, for I calamitously cry for you
Lachrymal layers of our binding brew
Dance my love, so I may dance with you
In melodic moonlight that I may woo
Love, my love, so I may love with you
Through echoing eternity just the two.
Trust Me Baby This Is Love - Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017
The turtles roam where the butterflies go
How can I say what your love means to me
A poem I write to hopefully show
To convey with tender words sincerely
My love for you continually grows
For in my heart I hold your loving smile
Inspiring me to write you endless prose
Our time too brief though your love does beguile
All I can offer is my heart to you
In return for yours that will never stray
I promise you I shall always be true
Hear my words of love and let them convey
Of my undying love until the end
For now this love poem to you I send
For Trust Me Baby This Is Love contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2017
HIS ROSE, HER DEATH
All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man,
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;
So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;
Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;
"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.
Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017
I swallowed my tears, as he walked away
I held on to life with a breath,
I crumbled like sand,swept away with the wind
Still, my body was too heavy to lift.
I took a deep breath, and listened with disbelief
As the tears bundled up in my throat.
I had a small tear, in the corner of my eye,
And on my tears began to choke.
I felt I could breath, no more from inside
And fell to my knees to pray,
I couldn't hold back these tears, I must cry,
As the doctor told me what he had to say.
Your wife styruggled hard, and the baby is here,
A new baby boy to call your own.
But your wife so fragile, fell so weak
Three strong breathes, and she passed on.
As she gasp one last breath, and
She spoke those words so clear,
Kiss daddy for me now, I love you both,
I'm sorry your mommy won't be here.
Copyright © Brandi Ketcherside | Year Posted 2016
Kingfishers So Deeply Water Diving
The moon filled nights are now waiting
In a sky filled to its fullest view
As life catches the fish we are baiting
Hope brings love forth once again anew!
Sweet trees are now ripe and bearing
Huge fruit destined to be our gift
Faith and love are both softly caring
For streams flowing with us so very swift!
Future days await our faithful arriving
Hours we spend storing our hopes in dreams
Like Kingfishers so deeply water diving
Sweetest loves flow in the brightest streams!
Forever our hopes hold us in this deep embrace
We that love God and accept his eternal grace!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-23-2015
Note- Forgive me for being on a sonnet blitz and writing so many as of late.
This was written tonight and posted on another forum where I moderate a Creative Writing sub-forum.
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
He whom once I loved I now do hate
His words and actions shared a harsh disdain
Refusing to allow this bitter fate
My boundaries now exclude his bleak terrain.
To win me, he displayed a tender care;
with courtesy and flattery he disarmed.
Then when my heart was opened up and bare.
he suddenly removed his wondrous charm.
His harshness ,rigid mind and steely heart
Showed him a terrorist in my own sweet lands;
For, suddenly, our love he broke apart
And empty was my once outstretched hand.
Beware of charm and love bestowed too soon
Or you may likewise suffer dread and doom
Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2014
Mother still round, in love with child anew
Easy to overlook the subtle hints
Of the fracture within, trained eye sees clue
Eighty-two shines your number, bluish tint.
Tearful farewell, fated day has arrived.
Pained mother’s face as we pass through the door
Invisible cord stretch, tense and alive
Umbilical phantom limb evermore.
With tubes, scalpel, we enter sacred space.
The threshold crossed, commitment becomes real
To hold numbers, sounds, instead of your face.
The care within transmutes into sharp steel
Foreshortened, stolen, your time may well be
Yet you touch the hearts of all who touch thee.
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
A Sonnet To Growing Older
My heart now speaks to me of ageless things
Of solitary walks down country lanes
Of quilted calico with simpler schemes
Unhurried times, a pause, as quiet rain
In memory drenched, the budding heart reviews
Her nightly liaisons in twilight realms
Illusive childlike carousel renews
Majestic pensive thoughts and hopeful hymns;
With joy rekindles ! Magic carousel
It moves round and round in measured beat
Bewitching power of music sounds compel
The ageless ones to rambunctious retreat !
Unhallowed fruit of age-
My heart can sing !
Redeeming time to catch the brass-bound ring
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
We’ve stopped to park, and it’s no big surprise
you’ve quickly scooted over to my side.
What’s coming next is easy to surmise;
your roaming fingers to my bra strap slide.
I move your hands away. At age sixteen,
it’s not my first time in a young man’s car.
I understand what all the signals mean,
but you must know this can’t go very far!
Your kisses are not too bad, I admit,
but lacking in finesse, too speedily,
You try to take things farther. Then a fit
you throw. Does this show me that you love me?
Just take me home, for I’ve heard plenty of
such tripe as “Trust me baby this is love.”
July 12, 2017
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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
Blessed babe, so pale and still,
It breaks my heart you couldn't stay.
The same heart that you slept beneath,
Becoming part of as you lay.
Warm and safe, by love surrounded,
My womb the only world you knew.
Untouched by harsh reality,
In innocence there you dreamt and grew.
And what of lessons learned from you?
In the short time that we had, it seems,
Of joy and sadness, love and loss,
You taught me of a mother's dreams.
Beloved child, we are not parted.
Our bonds, forged in the blood we share,
Whatever comes, will hold unbroken.
No force exists they cannot bear.
If in my arms I cannot hold you,
Within my heart, held you will be.
Treasured there 'til my last breath,
My life's most precious memory.
It matters not, the depth of darkness.
It's banished by the smallest light.
When I look into the night's clear heavens,
I find your star there, shining bright.
Copyright © Teresa Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
*A POEM FOR MY BELOVED NEICE*
I REMEMBER THE FIRST DAY I SAW YOU AND HELD
YOU IN MY ARMS
YOU WERE SO GENTLE, PRETTY, AND CALM
I REMEMBER THE DAY YOUR FATHER AND I GAVE YOU THE NAME “REE REE”
I NEVER KNEW TODAY YOU WOULD’NT BE ABLE
TO SEE ME
I HAD BIG PLANS FOR MY NEICE AND I
BUT I NEVER KNEW HER PLAN WAS TO MAKE
MY BABY RHIANNA YOU’RE GONE FROM MY SIGHT BUT NEVER FROM MY MINDI
PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR BROTHER AND YOUR PARENTS
THEY WILL BE FINE
MY BABY MEMORIES OF YOU ARE HER E TO STAY
WE LOVE YOU “REE-REE”, I WILL SEE YOU IN
HEAVEN SOME DAY
Copyright © NEKEITA JACKSON | Year Posted 2009
Life after High-School is gonna be tough
I will do what i can to get employed
Even though it may be a little rough
and I'm sure it will make me paranoid
I will then ask my girl to marry me
We will have a nice house and nice yard
It will be rough. Yes! I guarantee
But i will have her there when things get hard
Nine months go by there is a little boy
I hope that time doesn't fly by too fast
He will be my little bundle of joy
Before we knew it the time flew on past
Hes in college, its just me and my mate
So, life out of high-school i just can't wait.
Copyright © whitney cooley | Year Posted 2016
Hush little baby it's time to sleep
Angels watching over you so don't you peep
Listen little dreamer hear this song
Angels watching over you so nothing's wrong
Sleep little baby you had your play
Angels watching over you it's time to pray
Now it's time to sleep it's all right
Angels watching over you to keep you tight
Soft is your bed now rest your head
Angels watching over you are by your bed
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
Angels watching over you your soul to keep
Sleep little baby you're about to gleam
Angels watching over you to safely dream
Edward J Ebbs - 10/23/11
Sonnet (little song - 14 lines)
Meant to be sung as a Lullaby to a child...
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011
I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old.
A feathered headband on her small, downy head.
The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told
but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead.
Scarlett of name, a moniker bold,
for such a wee thing, fragile and young.
She won't grow into the name, will never grow old.
Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun.
I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes.
She sleeps so peacefully in repose.
They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies.
The grief that we feel, no one really knows.
Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts.
On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014
TRUST ME BABY THIS IS LOVE
Do you ever wonder why I do
The little things I do for you
It's because I love you, with a love that's true
A love no other can give to you
It's to keep a smile upon your face
And assure you no one can take your place
I love the way you wear your hair
The way you hold me whenever I'm there
I love the way you kiss my lips
The tender touch of your fingertips
So just remember, as you face each day
My love for you will always stay
Pure, unceasing – love without end
You're more than a lover – you're my best friend
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2013
A Dirty Basement Room
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Weakened mother was defiled
Forced my law to birth a child
Upon a dirty pillow she lies
In a dirty room the mother dies
Mother and son soon reconciled
Victims of government gone wild
A time to live a time to die
Angry rapist walks streets free
Will they listen to her plea?
In a dirty basement room a baby cries
Angry rapist runs streets free
In a dirty basement room mother dies
Will they listen to her plea?
Copyright © Linda Barr | Year Posted 2012
A Friday of Gayness
Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so had the prices one waiter
remembered me but not my wife and she took a dislike to him
said he was effeminate; the café has two parts, one with a wine bar
I mostly sat there. Oscar Wilde came in or someone looking as him,
he remarked of what he had observed during the day an intelligent
mind who could recite his own poems beautifully .
I decide to become gay too, to be frivolous and happy, but avoid
the sex thing the very thought made me shudder.
Alas, I had to drive my wife home I tried to translate some of
Oscar`s remarks into Portuguese, she didn`t think it was funny
But that was my fault telling jokes is not my metier so I was
back being my pedestrian self
Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016
Those sapphire eyes and kissable cute cheeks -
I held you and I knew I was in love.
The moment I'd been dreaming of for weeks
was perfect, and it came from God above!
Home from the hospital, how our life changed!
Though challenging at first, it was worthwhile
to have our sleeping patterns rearranged.
What precious memory was your first smile!
And now you've grown. We're many miles apart.
How wonderful you are, my darling boy!
Do not forget you're always in my heart.
My precious son, you are my pride and joy.
The loving feelings that I have for you
will stay with me, dear son, my whole life through.
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Our rising worship! Oh, perfect love of Mother and Child
is understood by adoring eyes. Eager hearts pray,
from the eternal breath of babe. Lifted high, strong yet mild,
He foretells of forgiveness and whispers agape.
Upon Mary's chest, lie His heavenly dreams -
a love of no measure born unto a Virgin
and sins evermore are assuredly redeemed
as God's blessed Mother cradles creation.
Her womb brought forth Light, the Savior of man.
Her gentle touch nurtured God's only Son.
The sacrifice, His blood shed to quench a dry land.
Prophecy fulfilled, so no soul shall be shunned.
Inspire us precious babe upon Mary's chest.
Mother's unfailing love gives comfort and rest.
*Inspired by Anguissola's Virgin and Child.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
She wanted a baby more than life
So she went and booyah’d 50 guys
Her smile dazzled everyone she met
When she finally learned she was pregnant
Her breasts grew larger, her belly too
She decorated the nursery with pink and blue
But at the doctors, something was amiss
The only sound was the instrument’s hiss
There wasn’t a heartbeat; her eyes grew wide
“Doctor is my baby, dead inside?”
“Let’s do a sonogram, see what it shows”
But his eyes were sad, his movements slow
As the sonogram screen lit up the womb
It wasn’t as they’d thought, a baby’s tomb
Because in fact, there was no baby there
Just an aching hole, and a woman’s despair
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012
A baby cries all night "mommie"
No one answers her feeble plea
Soon the baby's cries stop-dried up
As her speech halts and emotions' cup
The adult carries the hurt child
Every snub, hurt, or those seemed are filed
A need for forgiveness weighs heavy
But deeper, deeper, deeper bury~
A pressure cooker boiling erupts
Each thought, action, steadily corrupts
Just a little time spent releasing
Grudges no longer increasing
Forgiveness is for the one holding.
Heavy weights lifted; new life molding
Inspired by Craig Cornish's Contest About Forgiveness
Written: September 22, 2015
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
Nigh are the chronicles through infant lens
that slowly fill its voluminous page;
and behold, all the world to its far ends
shall in time be your playground and your stage!
But for now we wait in last days careworn
a labour of love and new breath of life;
on this augur I'll welcome my firstborn
when in my keep I hold my son and wife!
Gift him the arts and mercies of good men,
make heard his voice over the bark of most
and not want for love or false praise ask - then
my boy, my son, I'll have no prouder boast.
This be the first step in the longest mile,
and the longest wait for my unborn child.
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
Was early spring in my thirty-ninth year
when that which I covet most brought new lease,
and on my first watch would elated stare
upon worshipped eyes shut in newborn peace.
Thirty-nine years before first gazed my own -
my tiny hands clutched in my father's palms,
O but that love was hidden and not shown,
and thus I shall spare you no such alarms!
In your helpless lay - in first sleep of babes
the future becomes yours, and now I trust
I will see its light before my own fades,
and remember to wait if wait I must.
When I look at you looking back at me
I see an avatar of God's glory
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
One day I will see my baby,
So sad he had to fly above;
I ask God why and cry sadly,
My boy is way up- oh the love.
Oh God, a mom so lonely,
The sad I will not get rid of;
One day I will see my baby,
So sad he had to fly away.
I see him in my arm at night,
I lay him on the bed- delight;
Him and me are one till daylight.
Go now my boy, see you darling,
Son, one day mom will be flying;
Oh God, end this sea of grieving.
March 17, 2016
ababababcccddd, 7/8 syllable lines
3 letter words, except rhyming word
For the contest, The Funom's Sonnet
sponsor, Funom Makama
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
Tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.
One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears,
as if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.
The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014
Nature And The White Speckled Fawn
White speckled fawn lying in the dense reeds,
Nature takes greatest care of its own best.
Unlike man and his vicious wicked deeds,
Nature holds life with results not requests.
Baby hummingbird, so fragile and small,
hidden in a well made and clever nest.
Speed and beauty in flight as I recall
so unlike the flies that this earth infest.
Cute pups, barking for much more mother's milk
spotted light red, white and darkest of browns.
So lovely, soft like the best flowing silk,
bringing sweet happy smiles, never sad frowns.
Nature shares with us all, giving each birth.
Yet humans often overlook their true worth!
March 14th, 1994
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 106
Note- Written for my daughter KaShaundra in 1994, age 5, when she asked, "Daddy will you write me a Bambi poem"?...
From my private writes--just decided to share today.
now she is grown and married with two beautiful sons Caleb and Ty...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think
so I watch other mothers.
Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery.
I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!
A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.
Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.
Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,
well you should see your dad!
He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.
In nine months time the mystery will be solved,
October will be a time for smiles with all involved.
(any advice would be helpful)
Copyright © Kristen Thomas | Year Posted 2013
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)
Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste,
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!
Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!
Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!
Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX
Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2011
How much does it cost to say yes
how many teardrops… do you want to see flow
how many curses …do you want to hear
how many sunsets do u want to pass in regrets
how many sleepless nights should I have
how much torture should I persevere
before you understand my sorrow
Look into my eyes and see the fire in them
feel my heartbeat …..
No one else makes it beat this fast
listen to the language am speaking
how often do you hear
a man utter so many in understandable words
Tick tock time moves
just when I hope you will stop looking at him
with so much passion,
you even go further to kiss him more
how it used to hurt!
Now I try to make it fun
assumptions are what dominate my life
a kiss to his score sheet
become a tick on mine.
Just tell me what I have to do
so that you recognize me.
Is it the money that he gives…
world trips he takes you,
the posh car he bought you yesterday
title deed for the beach house
Or even better!!
the slaps he gives you in the middle of the night,
even better the other woman he has in your
How inferior he sees you’
just one of his lady servants
he thinks of you
his expectations of you
to smile even if nothing is right?
Thoughts and thoughts have circulated my
mind tried to win a jackpot
am afraid that doesn’t happen to the needy.
Only one thought to solve this puzzle
the only thought that ends up in smiles
caddling each other
under the moon light
outside our hut of peace
the only thought
you disagree most with.
let him burst us.
You say “he will kill us”.
For you, I bet he will
make it snappy out of anger
that’s better you’ll be home early
prepare our sleeping place
for I know he will make
sure he kills every nerve
one by one that has my DNA
till his pain goes away
then and only then I will come home.
a win- win situation his anger gone
and our souls will find happiness
yes if only you’d agree
just let go
let go of the materialistic you
listen to the joy of our jeering hearts
lets go home
Copyright © FRANCIS NZIOKI | Year Posted 2012