Best Amorist Poems


Premium Member I miss who I used to be

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi


Upon my quest for quintessence.
I was an amorist, 
positive in poetic philosophies.
Elysian and empyrean effigies,
enlightened in an ephemeral existence.
Life a fragile garland 
festooned with a frangipani fragrance,
meandered in meadows of melodies,
a mouthpiece to a frivolous flute

but gone are lucent lusory lullabies.

I turned to the ballad of birds.
Dulcet desires dreamed of diamond drops,
dulcifluous, dulciloquent and diaphanous.
Delusions led to an interpretation of illicit illusions.
I became a metaphor for afflicted adjectives.
Mimesis mind became brittle and barren,
aphonic and amort - a crestfallen conscious. 
A wild wallflower in an orchard of opal orchids,
slowly decomposing - in silent semblance

clocks won't stop for sojourners of the soul..

I searched for footprints left behind,
upon porcelain seraphic shores,
but knavish kismet lay lamenting,
disconsolate upon a distant island,
manifesting murmurations of a
maleficent maelstrom monsoon.

My life was once a
razzmatazz of reflections 
gold, ivory and bronze,
but now silver sighs slither,
releasing a soft susurrus,
as once sapphire sylphlike skies are
now vermillion and violet visions.

Haematic horizons close the gates to heaven,
yet in my ruins, I know there is fortune,
as I polish my mirror of misfortune,
hoping it glows in canorous colours.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Pale Shelter

I keep tripping over hurdles
Barriers forged between our hearts
Walls of a garrisoned fortress
Lofty palisades I must ascend
without crawling on my knees

I admit my faults lie at ego depth
Perhaps it's why I expect too much of you
but I long for the affectionate touch
of your arms catching me when I stumble
and fall, dejected on the ground

When my patience ebbs like ocean tides
your emotions are concealed behind a veil
Please don't pull away from me.  Stay,
and I'll soothe your troubled qualms

I keep tripping over hurdles  
exposing the core of my darker side
that part of me I cannot hide from your eyes
Can you love me in spite of my flaws?
Will you be my refuge, an amorist crutch?

There's a battle line between us
but I don't recall waging war.
I fear my ways are much too strict
so I'll wave the flag of truce.
Spoils to the victors
when I've breached the final hurdle

With sighing breath across my syllables,
I'm pleading with you for another chance
Despite the way I've mistreated you
would you be a spark of light on my path?

Until I'm sure our love is realigned 
I'll keep tripping over hurdles
across each rampart I approach
With hope, I'll reach your garden gate
and wait for your heart to open the door


December 6th, 2019
Pale Shelter Contest 
by John Hamilton
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Unveiling the True Meaning of Love

Written: September 21, 2023
True Love Poetry Contest                 Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori 
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In a world where illusions often deceive,
Genuine love springs as a jewel to retrieve.
A tale implicit, a sumptuous symphony divine,
Where souls entwine, true love will shine.

Can passion be a fleeting amour, a brief aura?
Or does it grasp a deeper, sapient aurora?
In a realm where hearts oft maunder astray,
Echt love exhibits its zeal and splendor in this way.

Akin to ghosts, love is beset but scarcely seen.
Real passion hits hastily in a radiant, pulsing scene.
It is not a slight propensity, a surreptitious flame,
But an amorist bond that thwarts time is not tame.
 
True love shines akin to a beacon over princely.
A flame that fires forever, flickering fiercely
Loving someone means wanting their happiness.
A love that inspires the heart leaves just sappiness.

Comely happiness is the nectar, and love is the bee.
It resonates in-depth, not missing a beat of glee.
It harmonizes souls, inducing a blissful tune.
Love that susurrous softly, akin to a palest moon.

When a person implies a lot, distance is so little.
A love that heals all wounds and saves the brittle
True love is a lexicon, spoken without a sound.
A cynosure nexus so esoteric, it can't be drowned.

It is the exegesis of life, the reason we exist,
A love that abides through every swirl and twist
Unwavering flame, two souls sigh, tie untying!
True love is the essence, impetus, and freeing.

The one who loves you spells your name uniquely.
Your name is protected in their mouth so deeply.
For in its embrace, we decry our true selves,
A love that transcends is a love that compels.
 
A level of optimism is crucial for the birth of love.
Your devotion is not to me but to the stars above.
A tale unavowed, a symphony divine,
Where souls intertwine, true love will shine.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Dan Kearley

Truly, it is people like you that make life magnificent
I can’t imagine this site without a delightful you
You seem to glow in this amazing supernova of light
Never bursting, but gently yet powerfully shining through
I’m known to be a gloomy poet sometimes
But nevertheless you sense the love in my lines
Most of all, 
You see the love in all
And you live by love
You are a true poet
An amorist with a bedazzling spirit!

Dan Kearley, 
Clearly, very clearly
You are the center piece to the poetic puzzle of our hearts

:o)

Premium Member Boredom and Burning

Written: April 30, 2025, for a contest by Brian Strand

               *******************

blow out 
                a 
                  candle
amorist
       caring   
            adoring
                  passionate 
a
paramour
       circumstances
                involve
                       considerations
                                    bearing —
                       strangers  
               two  
         slices  
      of  
d a r k n e s s

what's 
  light  
        nighttime  
             eyelid . . .  
                 illusions  
                     glowing,  
                         some flicker  
                                 call us . . .  
                                      but I call — 
                                    it 
                               boredom 
                        being  
                     as
           light 
s t r a n g e r s

mirror 
     fractured  
             by gaze  
                        of 
                             sight  
                     closest 
            bond  
lingering 
          snaging 
                     emerging 
from 
     forecasting
                 watching  
                         scattering  
                                 ice melting 
yet vivid— 

heart  
       sobbing   
                 from  
       caught  
                  h a n d  

looked,  
              & turned 
                  to 
                begin  
fragments  
an 
attempt 
to 
halt  
     red  
        dripping. . . 
                       b l o o d
                               of
                                    l o v e —

OPEN FORM created by Brian Strand in lowercase without grammatical symbols, uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a  'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Other

Premium Member The Amorist

There's a passion that burns deep down inside me
With a tenderness that longs for me to succeed
To show the world my compassion,and devotion
And I must do this with a soul searching need

For I am an Amorist,who's devoted to writing about love
Hoping to embrace with an affection that grips everyones heart
May my words reach every distant land of this world
To bring a pure kindhearted pleasure that is felt from the start




Dan Kearley:6-26-12
Form: Rhyme


Lone Warrior - a Cyberpoem

Across the shadowed byte desert, a lone warrior limped.
Impelled by a spirited misanthropy, he plied the
idle partitions of mind and thirst.
An orphaned amorist, passionate, but alone.

And as he stumbled, the adders whispered hoarsely, and
the diodes siphoned the darkness, revealing the
atrophy, the phantom.

The showering bits, hardwired through his dreams,
despised his trophy; reality.

It was stormy with the pathos of insanity...

               ---===|||===---

And still, he wandered vainly through this parched land,
searching; His reward glimmering quietly across the code, 
which danced between his groping fingers.

Aphorisms roamed in the chaos, and margins shifted
as he compiled the disorder which roared within his mind.

Slowly, his child emerged. At last, execution!

               ---===|||===---

But the young one, so perfect, so delicate, required more
than he could give. The decision was made...

| end parent process |
© Uqhe Uqhe  Create an image from this poem.

Monsoon Girl

She recall her day when she sat by the window
And saw the defiled sky to brace up on with spiritual phantasm
Of some demonic begrudges – amassing and making
The flushing spirit of the late evening merriments and bichrome realism.
 
She beshrewed the iniquity rushing by, but it pelted upon
It bastardized her against the immorality of the nature
And she held up with no parole and desires…
She felt herself interred to the nature that despair.
 
The inquity that brigthened with thunderclaps and silver storm
She averted her fear and assailed against this rage
Acquainted herself with the nature she forefended
Pounded for few moments and synced with the lifelike stage.
 
She clapped, she laughed, she fantasied with the zesty consequence
She danced, she danced with the drops falling from the sky,
She sung her own rhythm catching her steps divine
The music prolonged as the clouds lightened and twittery lyrics whistled thereby.
 
Enduring the theme, she limned in her imagination
A life she yearned-for, A life she was not expecting
She painted in her heart an amorist she was looking for
Holding his hand she balled on the miry stage with pavan relieving.
 
The lust she felt over her drizzly body
Closed her eyes as she felt the touch of his lips on her belly
He took hold of her waist and she accured the fanciful time with reverence
She dangled holding the dampen trunk of a tree, and embraced her amorist 
temptingly.
 
The flushing spirit that bestowed with mightiness and relief
She glittered with love, spirit, esteem and belief
All of a sudden she roused from her phantasies 
Withal the monsoon girl lived her day, ceasing all her grief.
Form: Rhyme

Gossip Midnight

A beep!! Message inbox queued
Bring around his sleepy-eyes 
The night prowler came alive.
Last night’s morning sayonara smack
Later left with unrequited calls.

Message through network by amorist, said,
‘Hoped if u were here beside,
I wud have rest my arms upon u
N wud slp t8 until U wake me up
4m my woolgathering’. 

A morning tea and breakfast
First lecture bunked and second lecturer’s incomplete task
Noon show lunch break and evening CCD on the way.
McD snacks together
Only left with dinner, back to home. 

Clock ticked dinner time
Her cell beeped, ‘ honey calling you at midn8’.

FM on, light music quenched the dimmed room
A gentle breeze left with thoughtful blossom.
A miss call alert, so called a reminder –
Afresh mood and respond back
Two rings for that awaited hands to answer
A muted ‘Hello’, and both felt back.

Retrieved day dilation and few imaginary soul kisses in between
Blurred with further topic, exchanged dally romance
Yet sounded reality.
Eyes closed and more audible muted talks
Aleatory future plans, 
Queried by an unthought-of waiting call.
A new topic now, ‘ who was it?’
Unknown number so whether is that to be left aside??

Tentative soul mate yet in a dedicated tone
Questions rained and situation falsified
Might be a secret that to be hide.

Coped modishly and eyes left with few drops of water
A penitent kiss followed.
Things now became thicker,
The soft music echoed through the network
Snap up pillow and twisted moves
Extend of imagination seemed
Fetched them more closely.

Awaken dad knocked
Cell phone averted and her hammy sleepy-eyes
Fooled begetter proved not to be a dictator.

Excused candidly and led off with next day’s plan
The good night dawn and jaded eyes
An argument who would cut the line…..
Lastly a fanciful tight hug and a sayonara kiss
Left again with another, beep!! 
___________X_____________

Amorist

I wanted a day with you
and you promised to give your life
I pleaded a moment with you
and you avowed me another life.
 
I dawned a smile with you
and you cheered me with your laughter
I whisked my tears apace you
and you partook me with your tender.
 
I bricked the beauty in you
and you candied me with your fervor
I framed the benignity in you
and you cajoled me with your allure.
 
I destined a walk with you
and you eased me with your company
I recalled every word I spoke with you
and you penned every word in your diary.
 
I felt my juvenality with you
and you flowered me with your mimes
I found myself in you
and you had already versed me with your rhymes.
 
I perceived an intimacy with you
and you confided me, never will be apart
I aired the fragrance in you
and you thumped me with your heart.
 
I wanted a life with you
and you promised to give another
I pleaded a memory with you
and you framed me, being your lover.
Form: Rhyme

The Amorist

Here you shall see me 
when I shall see you 
lined against the horizon of distant beauty 
shading my eyes from such radiance. 
Here I shall fold into you, 
cast my soul upon your beauty, 
allow you to carry me off. 

Hello. How again I hear such sensual whispers 
beating with the melody of time. Hello. 
Take my heart to the stars, 
bless my eyes with your soft form 
laying gently in my arms. Hello. Whisper. 

(bisbiglio)

Fall gently upon this bed of roses 
I carry you to with a dozen reasons 
why we cross paths on occasion, 
fall into my soul as I have fallen into your sunlit spirit. 

Kiss the heated lips of the one 
who will die so you may live 
where I shall see you 
when you shall see the winged infant amoretti 
as my symbol of love.
© Rj Derby  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Soul Mover Coming Down for Love

Written: January 25, 2024
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Amidst this idiocy of guess and hear, 
a dulcet note I caught is quite clear.
An epiphany is set to occur tonight,
With melodies playing. What a sight!

Unseen, I'm both weak and strong,
I shall be buoyed by your sight for long.
I have been without a place to unwind,
I crave an emollient haven by your side.
 
In stark opus to a medieval trackway,
Do you perceive the rhythm of my sway?
The soul nemesis might steal your love,
I am an amorist conveyed from above.
 
Amongst damsels, squatters, and crooks,
In this life, I kept steadfast, granting clooks.
I'm soul-shifting here to earn your love,
I'm a soul artist descended from above.
 
Beneath the shelter, mounted above,
I am a soul stray, and I'm here to stay.
Perhaps our paths have crossed once,
Since I stipulated, you took and seconce.

I told you, "I'm in a groovy spot!"
To win your love, I need no plot.
May I speak? Can I be so bold?
No escape from the sound, I'm told.

I glide by the crowd, exuding grace and charm,
A spirit driven by purpose, causing no harm.
I move to a utopian tune, swaying to a mellow beat,
In this secret haven, where spirits entreat.
 
I mingle with the lost and found,
In this elixir, where love knows no bounds.
I am the ace of motion, a mighty force,
I navigate life's journey without remorse.

I encourage the strong and fuel the weak,
Love is a potent heat that drives us to tweak.
In this hidden haven, where souls intertwine,
I yearn to own your love, so pure and divine.

I recognize comfort and peace,
An idyllic oasis where hindrances cease.
Am I audible to you in this cavernous groove?
Can you grasp the vast burden of my love?

I've been equally giving and receiving,
Souls seek to shine in this ballet of living.
Come on, discover the rhythm,
let the spirit's soft hand lead our isarithm.

I am a soul flex; guide me to your narthex,
I'm coming down, quill feather remex.
Please show me your face,
To assist me regain my passion pace.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Elysian Serenade

Written: June 16, 2023

Bite Size No 66 Poetry Contest                          Sponsored by: Line Gauthier   
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The moon's hidden serenade is Elysian divine,
The world glows in its ambrosian silver shine
It whispers arcane known solely to the night
A charming melody, an utter amorist delight,
Harmony and heirloom are ariose and enhance,
A kaleidoscope of pink and gray buds advance.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dwelling Vespers

Written: April 3rd 2024
                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter in a prolific night sky
Their radiance is a celestial litter
guiding wayward souls to shine
When people slumber, embrace
They heed no calls.
Even gates sealed by nobility
won't disrupt their serene sleepiness
yet I embrace your extol in solitude
In an epoch where time stretches 

No flame flickers with fervor
as I wassail  on Ambrosian Amber
amorist aflame by zeal and dazes
I spy on myself with an unequivocal shield
Observing an abundance of stars in motion
With clouds skating kindly, hide-and-seek
Through a sky smeared with ink
It's well past midnight
My knees start to quake and aquiver
I had eagerly awaited the moment. 
 
Beneath clay of life
Amidst challenges, beleaguer
I'm tripping and fumbling from a perch
Oh, what a sight...
I fall from my pedestal
Now diminished to creeping and crawling
Our separation has been long
and crave your arcane embrace
It's been ages since
I first revered your ariose divinity
I will never perish asunder. 

I grasp your blithely unfathomable lens
I am witnessing the blossoming of canorous love
while I am tangled in its throes
My clangor corpulent return is obvious
after desultory crestfallen
I grapple in agony, seeking mercy
Despite my anguish, I felt forlorn
in need of your diaphanous meed
But you never let me be lonesome
Constantly providing an unwavering glow. 

Dulcet shrine dances
A hundred billion mirrors
Elysian pin-sized effusive
Dazzles with an ephemeral glow
Rising in an esoteric mirror
Fastidious gossamer glimmers
Of the divine inveigle
Until you bear them in
How will you realize?
Who resides there? 

Elixir lyrics by masters
Churning my impalpable blood
Into jaunt juicy ambrosia.
You grasp my languid state
And celebrate
Wait till I dissolve
Into loquacious nectar
then will drink and maunder
a nebulous nexus was around?
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

That Momentary Encounter

fleeting memory of you
one fateful encounter 
you are my muse
a solace in that moment 
standing across the road
our roads will never cross
you see I'm a "sad amorist"
i will always say, "our stars will never align"

i will paint my knuckles red
just for a glimpse of you
but scared of the thought 
you belong to someone else 
I'll leave a letter at your door
my idea of you will never fade
my ink for you will never run dry
it's a letter that i will never fly

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