My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent
Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.
But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.
Copyright © Flippant She-Creature | Year Posted 2012
I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun
I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick
I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey
Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome
Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012
She That Rivaled The Glowing Moon
Thy *hyacinth* hair upon white shoulders laid bare
thy face, mirror of love in heavenly skies.
The miracle of thy body, so sweet and fair
its soft innocence, destroyer of worldly lies.
Walking behind thee, in steps where an angel trod
among meadows, flowering in moonbeams there cast.
Must be a heaven for thou art proof of a God
that giveth to mankind a beauty that shall last.
Thy touch, ecstasies that rival paradise
ravishing smile, cool breeze blowing on a hot beach.
In all the universe only thee will suffice
to heal my aching soul and my heart, true love teach.
Thou art my *Irene*, that I drink of thy calm!
Blessed am I, to be soothed by thy kiss balm.
June 26th, 1989
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 122
1. "hyacinth"- Luxuriant and curling
2. "Irene"- According the Greek myth, the goddess of peace
3. ****" balm"****
Home British & World English balm
Definition of balm in English:
1 A fragrant cream or liquid used to heal or soothe the skin:
‘a skin balm for use after shaving’
**** 1.1 Something that has a soothing or restorative effect:****
‘the murmur of the water can provide balm for troubled spirits’
2A tree which yields a fragrant resinous substance, especially one used in medicine.
? balm of Gilead
2.1[mass noun] The resinous substance yielded by a balm.
3[mass noun] A bushy herb of the mint family, with leaves smelling and tasting of lemon.
3.1 Used in names of other aromatic herbs of the mint family, e.g. bee balm.
Middle English (in the sense ‘preparation for embalming, fragrant resinous substance’): from Old French basme, from Latin balsamum (see balsam).
Note- I had her but my mad wild streak( I was 18 years old) drove her away..
She saw something in me that back then (1973), that could not stay..
Only many decades later, could it reemerge to remain and slay my demons....
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.
More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013
Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2013
Sweet and tender, they seal a bond,
Movements caress preciously to all.
With trembles, they will call.
Especially of yours I am fond.
They cast spell like a wizard’s wand.
Captured I was, when I saw.
My heart tied in a ball.
Pressing onward I respond.
Lips such as yours are my delight.
When ours meet, emotional treat,
Sensual feelings ever so bright,
Ardor expands without defeat.
Each kiss of morning or night,
Our souls locked, lovers complete.
written on 7/21/12
written by Cecil Hickman
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2012
My love, your breath, fresh as a spring breeze,
Caresses my face, with a wondrous tone,
As your sweet lips, approach mine, we moan.
For expectation, of such pleasurable tease,
For there is no time, for emotions to please,
Our brief moments, are barely, only a loan.
For passion delivers, future beautifully alone,
Our ecstasies of movements together, appease.
After spring, before the heat of summer time,
Our ardor grows; grows within each heart.
Our touch, Heavens blessing, to each other,
These moments, hours, days have no crime.
Together forever, our souls, never part,
Our spirits are free, to love; never smother.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
Lovely flower, how thee shines so brightly,
But what hath you be, when the sun must fall?
The sun must cease shining e'er so slightly,
Then the sunset be your beauty's last call
What happens when your morning dew has dried?
Sprinkled reflection of morning passes
What when the sunlight's golden hue has died,
And you're all alone in dying grasses?
What will you be, when your stem has turned brown?
And there's no set of eyes to admire?
What when your lovely blue petals fall down,
And there's nothing left of you to desire?
Your beauty shall forever be the past,
And this death of your color be the last~
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011
Like skin stretched over broken bones, so tight
But does he know the hold of love's imprint?
Last to dream, first to fall from morning's light
To say to love was only first intent
His voice alone; bind me there forever
With the first man to provoke but my best
Disregarding pains - stabs - to endeavor
'Til the day my love is his to detest
And though he only feels but lovers start
The feeling of what may or may not be
I only dream some day I'll fill his heart
Only then he'll feel deepest love for me-
He'll wake with no crossing from life and dream,
And see love's much more than what it may seem.
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012
I never will forget in junior high
this girl who was a two-faced friend of mine.
I can’t remember now the reason why,
but she got mad for something asinine.
She said, “I’m gonna beat you up! Be at
the park, beside the water tower.” She
then told me, “Bet you won’t show up.” That brat
was MEAN! All day I fretted needlessly
of what could be a real bad episode!
So after school with my best friend, I went
And waited for that witch; she never showed!
With great relief, I then began to vent
to my best friend of things that we could do
to that “tough girl” - a chicken through and through!
*True story & dedicated to my junior high school foe, who later
went on to marry (and then divorce) the brother of my BEST friend!
To read more about what happened later on with me and her, please
view "ABOUT THIS POEM" which can be seen by clicking in the left hand
corner above the title of a poem.
For Carol Brown's Poetry Contest: ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008
Mystery, it clouds your form
Ecstasy, it keeps us warm
The dance has begun, with but us two
I'll take your hand, I'll walk with you
Take me to depths in the sea of love
Go with me further, never enough
I'll breathe in your perfumed scent
You intoxicate, invade my head
Give in to your senses, here we go
Follow me now, let your heart take control
Our time is short, and death is nigh
To mountains and peaks, we must fly
Leave life behind in our own world
Get away from it all, run with me, my pearl
Forget all your troubles, walk in the moonlight
Gaze into my eyes, stay with me tonight
We need not fear, we must venture on
Forsake loneliness, drink in our love's song
Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
You illuminate me, pierce the dark
Your purity, it leaves me numb
Your beauty, where does it come from?
I long to touch your smooth, soft skin
To stroke your hair, give you everything
To pull you into my embrace
To hear you breathe, to see your face
To feel your heart beat softly with mine
To hold you tightly, leave reason behind
To draw you in, to taste your kiss
All heartbreak gone, nothing amiss
I'd lose myself inside your eyes
Stay in love forever, mesmerized
Run away with me, barefoot in the sand
Walk by my side, rule all the lands
Hear our hearts beating with love so wild
Our heads spinning with passion, my child
There's untamed joy we can't contain
Hypnotizing ardor we can't explain
I'm Romeo, will you be Juliet?
We can share a bond we'll never forget
We can clasp hands in the twilight
Hold each other, day and night
We can be alone, just me and you
Our souls entwined, you know it's true
We can do anything, if you'll take faith
I'll protect you, I'll keep you safe
We can be together eternally
We can live forever – so come with me
Copyright © Roy Keith | Year Posted 2012
My love, what shall you leave me with tonight?
What words are there to mend my broken heart?
Will our love be repaired with morning light,
Oh, or will nightfall be our last depart?
My darling, sha'nt I leave you without this,
My eternal promise of love to you
How could you pull apart this final kiss?
Don't let such love fade, whilst such lovely hue
So, before you give your final goodbye,
And your anger and hate bury your love
Remember what wishes, and dreams, will die
And the future that we had spoken of
So, I'll remind you with my final breath,
My eternal love is as strong as death
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2011
Una chica hispana la fuerza y belleza tan sabios y fuertes, creo que estoy enamorado de ella. Ella representa al sol que brilla toda la habitación y mi mundo por día. Por la noche, ella es la luna que sube por la noche, y mi buena estrella.La belleza de todas las niñas hispanos están floreciendo como un lote de rojo, amarillo, blanco y rosas rosadas. Cuando miro a los ojos de una hermosa chica hispana, que brillan como un par de caras diamantes por valor de 1 millones de dólares. Cuando veo la cara, es como mirar un ángel
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012
Whoe’er she be the creation of gazing and killing lips
That is not impossible to hold and to scream,
Whose form which I look down at the flesh of sea’s tulips
As I puzzle the need from my heart to stop it to go in bloodstream.
For where all stars far away come and stay where’er she lie
And those eyes direct to fear and I admire;
Till nothing tread out of me from the unseen outie
And still, or glist’ring nest a backfire
Of this whole thing wring the last message of passion
And fair lips, which the youth dire to cover with words;
To rise, “Bring all what it aspires and earnings compassion!”
And it was then Heaven can testify from the summer chords.
By the lovely out dream and day all night
My body and your body shall airtight.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame
Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?
Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show
Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!
Copyright © Neha Godambe | Year Posted 2012
SONNET – A DREAM COME TRUE
The dream had survived through times of sorrow,
distant times of yearning to reach it’s fate,
to have found you and joy of tomorrow,
longing fulfilled to make my heart elate.
Bearing beauty for my eyes to admire,
the beauty of Venus‘s softness portrayed,
charms of magic cast, my hearts flame aspire,
to share my dreams, and love without charade.
Youthful beauty she possessed, of ripeness,
hips of width, fullness of bosom, yet firm,
a complexion of pearl, and eagerness,
for kiss of passion, of love to confirm.
The yearning, the wait had not been in vain
fulfillment of love which will never wane.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
Together they live happily forever
in a life filled with sorrows and sadness
they will be together, always never
excluded from reality for life
Forever or never they live to cry,
away they will be gone with but a knife
the choice to live happily or to just die
A knife or life, forever or never
a quarrel, a death, leaving one alone
he lies on the ground, a knife in his heart
a plan, a scheme, its never to be known
She says to herself "we must never part"
Now two dead hearts lie, killed with the same knife
Why? Was it love or just a wast of life?
Copyright © Deeana Valencia | Year Posted 2012
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013
Amar a una hermosa chica hispana será el gran momento de mi vida. Parece que todos los hispanos las niñas son hermosos ángeles. No sólo es esta chica hispana es tan bello como el resto de las niñas hispanas, ella es muy lindo, demasiado. Cuando vi esta hermosa chica hispana, tuve las mariposas en mi estómago. Pero cuando esta atractiva Hispanic ángel había entrado en mi vida , he tenido un instinto acerca de este momento. Esta chica hispana es el sol que brilla sol, la luna que aparece por la noche, y mi buena estrella.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012
Loving a beautiful Hispanic girl will be the greatest moment of my life. It seems that all
Hispanic girls are beautiful angels. Not only is this Hispanic girl is as beautiful as the
rest of the Hispanic girls, she's cute, too. When I saw this beautiful Hispanic girl, i
had butterflies in my stomach. But when this attractive Hispanic angel had entered in my
life, I had a gut feeling about this moment. This Hispanic girl is the sun that shines
daylight, the moon that appears at night, and my shining star. I find her very attractive.
And her black and multicolored hair is so smooth and silk, it's like holding a soft cloth
that was made in Persia or India. She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. If
this Hispanic girl were to be my real life girlfriend, then I'd show her a good time: I'd
take her out to dinner, take her to the movies, and/or a walk in the park. I see this
beautiful, attractive Hispanic girl as my friend, my soon-to-be girlfriend, my wife, and
the mother of my children. Me and this girl are meant to be together. And if fate brought
both of us in the same room at the same place and we fall in love with each other, then
there's no turning back.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
Day one and the man is late
the two see but in a blackout
not a bad hi, it's now a date
he's new, she can see in and out
she got it all, but a shy mate
say it, do not dye the mouth
red and hot is the air of fate
one eat, to be or run far south
a new go on a top new tar
eat the pie and sip the nectar
spy on spy for character
who is he may be a rift
her cup-use can be a drift
but the day may yet be a gift.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
The wind up in the trees calls out his name
I search for him there in the sky above
The depth of his soul and mine are the same
There's such joy in the spirit of his sigh
I'll wrap him up and offer him my peace
Rock him like a wee baby in my arms
This love and devotion will never cease
I can feel the power of his sweet charms
My soul is now reflected in his eyes
His essence paints the color of my heart
I'll strive to make him laugh and soothe his cries
His world is mine and thus we'll never part
I know that angels guide our path of love
I've seen the blessings flowing from above
for contest"Sonnet Me"
sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011
THE BEST I EVER HAD
The smile that brightens my days
The hands that wipe off my tears
Brown eyes that create happiness
Dimples that hide the pain inside.
The heart that loves deep inside,
You the friend always on my side,
The love that lives in my mind.
only saying your name creates a smile,
That does not fade in our minds,
Always here though there are miles
Keeping us apart and in each other’s minds.
You the best I ever had,
The one I will never hurt,
But tease just to remind her of pain,
That brought us together in the same grain
Flushed all of it remained fully sane,
Cared of each other,
And faced the world together.
To see her smile makes all better,
Which is why I would never hurt her.
/THE LOVING OW-JAY
Copyright © odwa mdeyide | Year Posted 2014
May 27, 2010
Bless it be Thee!
Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!
Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.
You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.
Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!
®Registered: Ann Rich 2010
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
I vividly recall the dream, of the moment, I first saw your face
Unsettled, quite smitten, my mind became an empty space
Words tripped over, then skipped out, along with my voice
Like a bashful school girl meeting her first crush, I lost my poise
The fine, white, sun baked sand, like sugar, glistened
Lost in thought, building sand castles, I listened
Soothing sounds from crashing waves, seduced me into sleep
As cool mists from crested waves hungrily licked my pretty bare feet
I turned, to watch the seagulls, and there you stood, in the distance, staring
In that moment, quite unafraid, I stared right back, admiring
With each step towards me, this silly heart begged wings to fly
Before long, we stood face to face, knowing steamy summer love had arrived
Abruptly, I averted my eyes, from alluring smile, your eyes, too intense
Steamy heat invaded this body, leaving no chance for pretense
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2010
Your words keep my spirit alive
And my soul yearns for more of your tender and sweet love
Every time I think of you, I see an Angel that brightens my life.
And a thought of you in my mind is the beginning of a brighter day
You are indeed a true friend whose worth is priceless
I intend to keep thee forever in my heart so jealously
Copyright © Tangwa Livinus Acha | Year Posted 2015