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Your Kiss

Your kiss is so rapturous my great love;
Your red lips are like red rubies precious;
A love quite special in Heaven above;
And ever no doubt much and more precious.

I know my emotions soar very high;
Your thoughts always pervade my thoughts so true;
You shall never have to ask when and why;
We share our love passion so very true.

Your kiss will always be my special bliss; 
Your touch and caress so gentle so warm;
Our eyes gaze softly as we move to kiss;
And our love will be so sweet and so warm.

And by all on Earth I value so much,
Nothing compares with your kiss and your touch!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(October 14, 2014) (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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The Queen on Emerging From Her Refuge

She’d dwelt within a palace, and outside it, geese and brilliant peacocks used to strut inside a fragrant garden. As a bride, she’d said her vows beside the roses, but today no scent of blooms perfumes the air. The terrace sculptures, rubble now, are strewn across the floor. She gazes eastward where the mangos’ branches danced beneath the moon when zephyrs softly blew. Like poison, now a vapor comes, beginning to enwreathe her husband’s realm. There is a smell so foul her heart wells up with dread; she cannot breathe. As ashes drift around, she hangs her head with certainty her one beloved is dead. Written by Andrea Dietrich Oct. 11, 2014 for the Top Gun Poetry - Structured forms - Iambic verse III of Giorgio A. V. Form: Iambic Pentameter in an English Sonnet

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Days End, Special Friend

She lies beside me as we go to bed 
And silently she reaches out for me.
A gentle touch on arm, on neck, and head
And I am lost, a silent ecstasy!

To me it says, “You know it’s you I love!”
I swell inside with warmth, my forearm brushed,
A tingle down my spine from up above
Now this is love! Unspoken whispers hushed.

A minute, two, and then she turns away,
Her arching back inviting me, sublime.
Insistent nudges now as if to say 
“Um, I scratched yours, now honey you scratch mine!”

She is my wife, my life, my special gal.
I drift away while sleeping with my pal!

Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017


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To Have and Have Not

Late the music played in the smoky air
  in our noir Bogey and Bacall vignette,
and hands that brushed your dark cinnamon hair
  held a glass of "Red" and a cigarette.
Your skin smelt of aloes and ambergris,
  soft rubicund lips shone like hot baked coals;
and what covet it was those lips to kiss,
  to feel and touch the flesh and depth of souls.
I saw I was a moth unto her flame,
  that one day perchance she would be my bride,
and prayed in her sweet dreams I fare the same -
  so this my true heart to yours must confide.
If you should need me just whistle real slow -
you just put your lips together and...blow!


                  


                    April 2013

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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Shadows Past Cont

Shadows Past, Dance with memories of Yore
Shadows Past, Singing LOVE Songs for LENORE
Shadows Past, Crying Tears of agony
Shadows Past, Waiting for Eternity

Join together FOREVER and ALWAYS
Entwine with Lost Love in Heaven's Hallways
Ignite Love's Fire with a dying Ember
Shadows Past, Forgotten LOVE: Remember

I live in Death, waiting for death " To LIVE "
A Broken Heart prepares itself to Give - 
To YOU, LENORE: "My Everlasting LOVE"
A LOVE as Pure as GOD's Heavenly Dove


For Eons of Eternity as One
Spirit of GOD, Lenore and I : as ONE

Dedicated to Rebecca Larkin For Her Gracious Comment on "Shadows Past" (Rhyme)




Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2014

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Polaroid

No not the portrait when you were younger, my dear
Just a Polaroid snapshot at the beach that year
No earrings, no make-up, your hair was a mess
("So what? Got a problem? I couldn't care less!")
Brother-in-law behind you, mugging like a fool
Our nephew beside him, trying to look cool
You had a little patch of sand on your chin
But oh, what a smile; what a wide, joyful grin!
Living that moment, on a rollicking high
Complete in the present, no when and no why

(Now you're tucked away safe in our own special place
So you'll always stay with me when I tremble and ache
Sometimes I unfold you when I miss you too much
Press you tight to my forehead and weep at your touch)







Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012

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Woman's Work

Having had mere minutes to skim your sighs,                 
anesthetize the tip of teeming thought ...        
with platitudes for quandaries which fly bye,  
we care for you, our frail flowers wrought.

The breeze, the muse, the bringer, the envoy          
lends at days end, the tender bits of heart
as on the keys or sewing seams of joy  
our fingers never rest from the day's start.

Hands in the garden smudged with chlorophyll
or wrapped about a naughty childlike pet
oft rest behind a trusty Parker’s quill
all healing touches given without regret.

Small and strong and full of life, they pour.
A woman’s hands give much to be adored.



*Women inspire me especially my mother.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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Isis

Sentenced to mortal life term my May bride
  when joined are glad hearts on eternal date;
the sky did not fall nor planets collide
  on the altar of our noble estate.
Bright shone were rings of emeralds and gold -
  you my true love betrothed and I your swain!
Now Isis, you are mine to kiss and hold
  and never again your sweet lips abstain.
No artful other, no fool's inaction
  will keep me apart or these vows undo,
and without further lapse or infraction
  I rededicate my life unto you.
Keep me sworn and healed in your saving balms
and in the fulcrum of your loving arms.


                  
                      For Les.


                  August 2004

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, 
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air 
awaken me to listen and recline.

This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.

I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I.  As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.

A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.

Copyright © Sander Wolff | Year Posted 2007

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A Haunting Love

It’s surrealistic in what I see
In the most unlikely places, in fact.
Especially when unexpectedly
They appear before wearily eyes, abstract.
Was eating my usual cereal: 
Shredded wheat with sliced ripen banana.
Staring back from my empty spoon revealed
A face, the ghost of my Marianna.
Startled, yet saddened, my head turned around
Expecting to see my wife’s lovely face.
Instead I had found a man with a frown
Mirroring back from a glass-door bookcase.
Her haunting visits, this angel of death
Will continue I guess till my last breath.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009

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What About the Children

Downward marriage falls seeking some relief
Children follow awkwardly, senses moan
Husband and wife acting out of belief
Three children entering chambers unknown

Locked in battle, the wife reaches for sword
Under advice, she unleashes all hells
Falsely accusing the husband deplored
Of abuse, harm, and hate to citadels

With one stroke of the pen, I was condemned
Guilty 'til proven otherwise I was
Cast out, no home, no gold, no kids, clemmed.
Without, alone, despaired, scorned, for no cause

Time to think, time to ponder, time to pray
My children became my crusade, that day

09/21/17
'Taking a disappointment in your life turning it into something positive' 
Form: Sonnet 
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri

Copyright © Michael Vacek | Year Posted 2017

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September's Grace

  Noble August is a stately lion,
  He sighs, children of summer stop their play.
  Cheddar-orange school buses come this morn,
  Your five year old daughter anxiously waits.
  Her first day of school as you hold back tears,
  September's grace, as the summer wine wanes.
  And apple cider she puts to your lips,
  Whispers softly, "Come and see the gold leaves".
  The dogwood turned first, swaying in the mist,
  Suddenly, you remember your first date.
  He, the man you loved, he died in a war,
  September's grace, to soothe your bereavement.

  You have your own strength and your children here,
  With a best friend, a great friend you hold dear.

Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2017

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Bond of Love

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

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A Sonnet For You

A Sonnet For You There will come a time or, so I am told When memories will flood this tired old soul. And all of the bitter things I have known Like a flock of scared sparrows, all will have flown. Destiny’s call will leave little time To sit here all day matching rhyme after rhyme. There will only be memories of sweet times I knew, As I spent treasured time writing songs about you. The moment love told us that we’d never part The words came so easy and right from my heart. And, where would I be had I never known The pleasure I found -- calling you my own. Yes, life is as good as life can be – And it all began when you came to me. Written by John Posey 10/29/13

Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013

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I Envy the Weekend

Friday night the weekend begins for most
Mothers, Fathers, with family members host
To be together with those they LOVE most
While a lonely man speaks with his Wife's ghost

On my computer the POETRY site
Saturday mornings some comments I write
My former students all work through the night
An old man see's his Wife's Heavenly Light

After Church, there is my A A meeting
Forlorn lonesomeness,now takes a beating
I get home; Featured POETS; I'm greeting
Images of my lovely Wife : Fleeting

Monday, a new week, new POEMS I shall start
I pick up my quill and write from my Heart

Author's note: Dear Andrea, all lines have 10 syllables(Thanks for the Spelling)
I still have to work on the format - aabb- This looks like aaaa but it's not ; a -  just happens to rhyme with - b -

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013

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Blazing Eagles

Blazing Eagles soaring across a moonless midnight sky
Black glowing talons of ember ripping dark Souls apart
Squawking, quenching thirst from the river of tears I cry
Flaming beaks devour Eternal Love from a Broken Heart

Blazing Eagles nest in the fire pit of a living Hell
With a morsel of a sinful Heart unable to Love
Smoldering eaglets pecking, eating the soul of the shell
This Broken Heart will never see Eternity above

Blazing Eagles pay homage to a god that is not mine
My Soul will burn in Satan’s hell until the end of time
The brilliance of   Heaven’s   Glory for me will never shine
I am a Blazing Eagle in the midnight of my prime

 I live; death and sorrow for Eons of   Forevermore
In pain and agony I live without my LOVE LENORE


Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2015

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Sweet and Kissable

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

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Springtime Affections

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

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The Farm Wife

"A Cook" has a family to feed now
And food in the "Refrigerated" space is low
"Empty' is the panty but garden endows
So she visits "The Garden" lain in rows

Outside the garden gate she takes "A Pause"
Just a moment in time to God says "Thanks"
Before "The Morning Chore" gives Sonrise applause
She begins work "Transformed" beside potato banks

"Georgia Peaches" she peels; sings "The Same Song"
Today there won't be a changed "Epilogue"
"Recipe For Change" comes further along
Later complaints "Just For You" she'll catalogue

"Succulent Georgia Peach Pie" she'll serve up
The gentle cook will fill your empty cup.....  

Sponsor: Adam Hapworth
Contest: Its All In The Title
10 to 15 lines/any form theme
Written August 20,2013
I am no longer able to garden
I do miss those fresh vegetables..

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2013

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Sonnet after Making Love

In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing
each other's body the way only we know how:
whispering, touching, tickling, teasing;
we harness eternity and shrink it to now.

Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies,
still tingle from when I touched you there.
My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs,
and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air.

Amazing love, so mature, so young,
creating memories to forever keep.
Your body remembers the map of tongue,
but this night will end when we roll over to sleep.

So here, now, before the end has begun,
let's remain in this union, melted as one.

Copyright © Robert Sturgill | Year Posted 2015

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The Scent of Water

He was a large soldier, standing well over six feet.
In World War II; imprisoned in the Philippines.
Thousands perished on the Bataan Death March.
They were brutally beaten; starved and parched.

Wanting to give up, during this sixty five miles.
Thoughts of his wife, Helen; her beautiful smile.
They had vowed to be each others help mate.
He would press on, with a slow, painful gait.

Knowing she was praying for him gave him strength.
Tho thousands of miles apart, their hearts still linked.
Their marriage, like the oak tree; its' roots were very strong.
He was a skeletal seventy-eight pounds when he returned home.

When he was certain he could simply go no farther.
His lovely wife Helen became his scent of water.



*This is a true story about one of my husbands cousins, Helen and her 
husband. She has dedicated her life to helping find POWS or their remains. She 
works tirelessly and has helped numerous families. I am honored to know her. I never knew him. He had gone to heaven before I met my husband. 


July 16, 2014
Contest: Scent of Water
Sponsor: Faye Gibson

Copyright © Arlene Smith | Year Posted 2014

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A Winter Idyll

A year has passed but not July's shiver,
  the bed is warm and in the air a chill,
yet it's not the cold that makes me quiver
  but the eros of our winter idyll.
She is up and rising at the cockcrow -
  her slumber over, her avail begun,
she comes to me parting her wet furrow...
  and I am inside the Gates of Eden!
That matrix of life and morning glories,
  that corona in its ring at gloaming
and brightest of all celestial bodies
  my eyes desiring and my lips roaming.
All else forsaking at dawn's early light
I lay smitten in the thrill of her sight.

              
                July 1998

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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REAL LOVE

Symphony is playing softly in the background.
He seems to be out more now.
He calls me regularly telling me his whereabouts.
Then he comes home after his workout.
Our relationship is on the up and up.
The heights we reach states we are a perfect couple.
     Our talk about the day brings a closeness.
     As the clock chimes late, we both sigh for a mental release.
We find each night of intimacy to be quite fulfilling.
This time we have together, we cherish.
Our wedding vows were written by each.
We rejoice.
We both play our part.
Our happiness is based on love and trust.
_____________________________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 28, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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The Seasons Of Our Love

We met in Summer, though it felt like Spring.
It was a time for newly-born passions;
Never fearing what the future could bring,
But probably not ready for love’s seasons.
From passion we created a new life
To bind us then more closer together.
When we finally became man and wife, 
Maybe Summer would then last forever.
In our Autumn years, our sons have both grown.
It seems like the seasons all leave to fast.
I’m grateful for the years of love I’ve known,
And feel for you like I felt in Springs past.
There’s nothing to fear about growing old,
Except living alone in Winter’s cold.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Dream On - LGT

It was all a mistake, I dream;
A misunderstanding, it seems.
"You dreamt the whole thing, for God's sake!
Serves you right for not staying awake!
Bad things happen when you fall asleep,
So dry it up hon, why do you weep?
Don't you know God has made a new rule?
I am BACK you crazy old fool!
He has heard you cry out in the night.
He has granted relief from your plight.
It never was and it never shall be;
Pretty nice rule there, don't you agree?"

"I'm awake! I'm AWAKE!" I scream.
(Silly boy, it's only a dream.)


Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014

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The Wife with Flavored Eyes

One moment she was teasing him. He turned his head. Sweet eyes that twinkled testified that she adored him. Then his stomach churned! A deer appeared from the forest wild-eyed. He braked the car and swerved. A brilliant light from headlights streamed upon the startled doe which, swallowed up by fate that cold, black night, was killed on impact from the crashing blow. Now stopped beside the road, he turned to see his wife, whose soft eyes soothed him when their car would not start up and, prone to worry, he envisioned they’d get frostbite. Town was far! The flavor of those dear eyes, toasty warm, now reassured him they’d be safe from harm. 8/11/14 - Theme is "An Accident" For the three themes - Poetry Contest of shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms

Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms



Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze

You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce 

Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep

Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!


Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014

note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
 She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the 
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
 one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but 
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate  ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Boyfriend

Baby, you remind me of a bunny, 
sweet loyal and trustworthy
you always make life funny
when we're not together, i miss you badly,

you notice things no other man bothers to notice,
when i look into your blue eyes i see the true me,
my exes made me feel worthless
that's why i believe in our family,

when we speak i feel the love 
when you smile at me i could swim in your dimples
our hands fit together as snug as gloves
and one hug from you makes life seem simple

I'm so happy you are my boyfriend
i never want this relationship to end. 

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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SONNET TO MY WIFE CECILIA

20 February 2010


Cecilia
By: Noel N. Villalrosa


 
You are the essential part of my life
My awareness and pride striking hype
You are insignia of my existence
Interstellar in my reminiscence

In this world of choices and by chances
You hold my hands to hurdle in races
Always bargaining for my achievements
Through ups and downs, I run for confinement

We share each day, passion and offering
To Almighty God for brighter upbringing
Of our child to receive our guidance
And give us a pure strength and endurance

I thank God for blessing of you to me
My Cecilia, my wife and contemporary


2nd place winner
For Audrey Carey's Sentimental Love Letter Contest
Contest Date: 11/30/2010

Copyright © Noel Villarosa | Year Posted 2010

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The First Flower I Chose

The First Flower I Chose


You were my rose, the first flower I chose
A beauty so fair, such shine in your hair
You I chose, the finest ever love rose
Asked on a dare, the prettiest girl there

Soon we wed, pretty flower graced my bed
Nights sent such bliss, heaven I did not miss
Flames in bed, want no other instead
Honey that kiss, love never was like this

Years together, in good and bad weather
Loving every night, touching sweet just right
Joy our weather, sweet kisses a feather
Sexy the sight, your naked body at night

My rose did cast, true love that did so last
I held so fast, to that ship's greatest mast

08-31-2014

Contest- Form Sonnet
Regina Riddle 
Contest Name , Sonnet on a Intimate Relationship 

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)  
Total # Words:  114

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014