Red moon rising, a globe ruby, an opulent theme,
A scarlet smile, a sight tranquil, a heavenly dream,
Weaves fabric of passions deep, as desires gleam,
Notions-romantic, undulating joy on stellar stream.
Hues iridescent paint a canvas of chromatic skies
Luring gazes, inflaming fervor of enamored eyes,
Glued to vision, intimate pleas of hearts surmise,
Inscribing crimson, where motifs moonstruck rise.
Embracing red moon, heartbeats rhapsodic tiptoe,
Caressing adoration of emotive eventide aglow,
Where, breezing affection, zephyrs amatory blow,
Whispering sweet-nothings, secrets fervent bestow.
As rhythms of our heart, lyrics of our soul rhyme,
Avowing pledges revered, through the song of time,
Reciting words divine, replaying promises sublime,
Under the red moon, we laud, bliss of love in prime.
Across celestial beauty, as impulses-angelic scroll,
Hypnotizing minds, captivating essence of soul,
A red moon tantalizing, O, sensuously we extol,
Weaving fabric of passions fantasies moonlit cajole.
Categories:
avowing, mom, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
In leafless demeanor of shuddering trees,
Whispered cries of a dismantled dream
Augmenting dissonance of broken theme,
A theme composed in the promise of yore
Avowing endearing passions evermore,
Of love eternal, enamoring core of soul,
Till its amorous glory, fate savagely stole.
Though zephyrs forlorn, still cruelly blow,
Wailing lovelorn woe of forgotten throe,
Despair is vanquished from song of sorrow,
For hymns of bliss sing of hopeful morro.
Pledges of today, foretell future of ardour,
Vying dreamscapes, musings-ecstatic adore,
Buoying tides of love to tomorrow’s shore,
Abandoning yesteryears memories abhor;
Of pensive sighs, spent-emotions decry,
Of dejection lamenting love gone awry,
Of nightmares trembling sleepless night,
Of allegories wistful, destiny’s hands write.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
Now sings of love, from flowering trees,
Whispering melodies to a dulcet dream
Augmenting allure of lovesome theme.
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Categories:
avowing, love hurts, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Don't try to make me just like you
I must cherish my free speech and thought
If I just clung on to your point of view
I’d relinquish a right which cannot be bought
LGBTQ people are dancing, spitting on, and defiling your grave
Well because ding dong, yet another witch is dead
Christian Broadcasting, you founded to minister and save
Condemned feminists as devils whom we should dread
We speak of religious right pundit Pat Robertson
Avowing 9/11 attacks as divinely ordained
The Queen is dead, but perhaps not gone
Because his small minded thoughts have remained
Nothing says Pride like the death of your proto-Hillsong
They won’t miss that homophobia which you did awake
So here’s to you Mr. Robertson
And your accusing gay men of a spiky HIV handshake
Categories:
avowing, farewell, gender, rights,
Form: Rhyme
I rose my eyes to your elegant pose..
Sweet emotions through my bitterness rose,
warmly embraced me standing on my toes.
Your love engulfed me,I felt small in my own shoes!
Trotting by your hip with entwined fingers
I barely noticed that
My footsteps sounded like an eloquent singer.
I floated in your presence like marveling the great exquisite Havana.
Your love can quench the scorching desert Sahara!
Yes you are my white rose,
The moment you graced me with that white shrub,
I melted in awe,
Avowing its now my love hub
The musky scent relinquished all my plans to visit the next pub.
The velvet touch of each petal
Felt as soft as your lips against mine
Cold tears slith down my chicks like a metal.
My emotions got consumed by the pure shrub
As white like snow,
My white rose shall ever remain
It brings bliss that i have to sustain!
Maintain all memories but not my pain,
You, my white rose should not have a stain!
ByLebo-G Faith Benjamin
Categories:
avowing, beauty, joy,
Form: Free verse
Though love has never been a friend of mine
She always seems to knock at my heart's door
Convincing me to trust her "one last time"
And promising that she will stray no more
The second she walks in things start to change
My mouth grows dry, I'm weak and feeling ill
She takes control and starts to rearrange
Where once was calm is now a fire drill
But without notice one day she moves out
To leave my life in total disarray
Her leaving simply reinforced my doubts
Avowing that my trust has been betrayed
Heartbroken once again by fickle love
She'll knock again someday, she always does
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
avowing, love hurts, trust,
Form: Sonnet
Fragile is the border between two competing loves -
The one avowing friendship and the one consisting of
A passion deep, abiding, filled with longing for a dream
Which sadly is one-sided; or so that it would seem.
The offer of a friendship in replace of love repressed
Is at first a consolation, meant to ease a heart depressed.
But a friendship's only pure if the border is maintained;
If platonic love thus offered is not by the other stained.
Two types of love entangled must in one outcome result -
In the compromise of boundaries, making trusting difficult.
To keep a friendship healthy, filled with trust and joy also,
Honour both the love and border - let one be, the other grow!
February 2016
Categories:
avowing, feelings, friendship, love,
Form: Quatrain
Between us dwells the mighty flame
and host of prayers,
If there is a bond
why then you have bred so many obstacles to come near,
so I conceived you in my heart and soul
but not for the world of filthy races,
I believe if am standing here amidst the pantheon,
at least I’m blessed by my own allegiance.
I don’t need you just when I need you,
but I need you from the etymon of my essence,
Am not in the world of demon alone,
where races has built their expedient thrones,
its true you have got so many faces and so many names,
I don’t score you but bring me any one place,
where I can reach you all just conceiving my faith to God
but not avowing and distinguishing by the races and names.
Categories:
avowing, dedication, devotion, faith, religion,
Form: Didactic
We have the effect of loaded dice on each other
Running our fingers through each others blue hair
Making dates, spraying our discharge all over the landscape
Reading books over stale gingerale
Fighting the promise of promised love
Castrating the wicked
Avowing of and fleeing for solitary confinement
For the sweeping moment of total prayer
Lost in our basements, discovering our old limbs
The sum of our parts, always greater than the warm
Smile in the cold glass mirror while...
Categories:
avowing, passion
Form: Free verse