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Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead
Eyes sadly deprived
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous Sun
playing hide and seek behind
Nor do they see the mischievous stars
scurrying in and out of the path
of the Moon’s orbital course
causing her impatience and wrath
No skipping joyously
through fields of heather
startling unsuspecting butterflies
No fantasy fairy fables
of where one seeks
an elusive four leaf clover*
No Christmas present peeks
under a non-existent twinkling tree
No answers to eternal questions
of love are sought
over plucking daisy petals
I love you ~ I love you not
Pushed aside let them be
For the young at heart
for those who see
her armour doesn’t slip
She has distanced herself
from emotional injury
Why then under a blanket of darkness
do streams of tears copiously flow
re-dampening a pillow
already soaked from the night before?
Reflections of regret
as she had watched him walk away
The shame of being tagged
Placed in a stereotypical box
Typecast with irrevocable
disparaging words of
‘slag’ ‘skank' ’ whore’
Accusations cast loosely
no longer ‘water off a duck’s back’
brutally now strike a hurtful blow
Did she imagine the compassion in his eyes?
No emphatic eyes have yet seen
what surely is a disadvantaged life?
Providing some comfort to ease the pain
for a sick mother who lies dying
are fraught with risks and strife
She questions yet again
Could the ‘wheels of fate’ be just altered?
Truth for Truth the Golden Rule
Trading kisses for cigarettes
is unquestionably uncool
Could Negative energy be interrupting Life’s Grand Scheme?
Where hides that elusive four leaf clover?
Or does it manifest to only those who dream?
And there he stands nervously at the school gates
A bunch of wild daisies in his hand
Oblivious to the snide smirks of the others
curious to see who he awaits
Apprehension and remorse in his eyes
Magically erased and replaced with euphoric joy
When he perceives her radiant smiles
Smiles that bring the curious sun out
pushing through darkened clouds
Illuminating the end of the tunnel bright
So she can see that rare delight
As her Hope intervened to send Faith
And his Love conceded to intercede Fate to make amends
The fairies shower luck and blessings
To the four leaf clover friends
*Four leaf clover ~ the first reference to luck might be from an 11-year-old girl, who wrote in an 1877 letter to St. Nicholas Magazine - “Did the fairies ever whisper in your ear, that a four-leaf clover brought good luck to the finder”.
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
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Mementos in a box, from years gone by
Thought to have been disposed of long ago
A glance, when something purple caught my eye
A ribbon from someone I used to know
I gently gave a tug like way back when
It slipped from it's confines just like before
Then instantly relived it all again
And just like her, it leaves me wanting more
But even though it was so delicate
This ribbon in it's femininity
Tied in her hair it looked so elegant
Yet strong enough to bind her memory
This ribbon with it's strength beyond compare
Ties fifty years to my first love affair
By Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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Kiss me passionately
Kiss with untetherd lips
Lips that are ripe
Lips that long to know everything
Everything waits for it's time
Everything has possibilities
Possibilities beyond limitations
Possibilities are laying in wait
Wait for me to come to you
Wait for my inexperienced touch
Touch me till you feel my longing
Touch the depth of your own wanting
Wanting and needing
Wanting that hurts
Hurts with a burning pleasure
Hurts with an ancient desire
Desire beyond our understanding
Desire that will not be contained
Contained you have been forced to be
Contained within your fathers image of innocence
Innocence must lead to mutual pleasure
Innocence is the doorway to your awakening
Awakening your true essence
Awakening the power of your being
Being more
Being a true force of your own nature
Nature and nurture
Nature will give way to trancendence
Trancendence to womanhood
Trancendence to your power
Power resides within your spirit
Power caresses your being
Being free to explore
Being aware of the moments
Moments that you will cherish
Moments shared with me
Me who wishes to know you
Me who has waited
Waited for you to be ready
Waited for our wedding day
Day after day imagining
Day and night you are part of my dreams
Dreams do come true
Dreams offer hope
Hope permeates our being
Hope that we will have forever
Forever can be felt in a moment
Forever pulses within your veins
Veins that carry the blood of our children
Moment by moment witness our becoming
For Justin Bordner's innocence contest.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015
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30.04.2013
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2013
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The clouds were cumulus, which swept the sky above our field.
You and I were happy then. Beneath those clouds we reeled.
Oh, to be there once again: young, alive, and free!
Among the bright wild blooms we swirled down by the azure sea.
Such beauty dwelt inside our world, where land and water mingled.
We stopped to kiss. Inside my skin, my body sweetly tingled!
We looked and saw the tide begin to rise, so hand in hand,
we walked down to the shore and lay, toes touching in the sand.
Watching wavelets gently play as sun‘s last rays were spread
across our beach, we felt new heat beneath a sky turned red.
We sealed our love - with joy replete - when moon brought forth its light!
I wonder - as we both grew cold - embracing through that night,
if you dreamed, too, that we’d grow old together through our lives.
1/29/15
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath
only to resurrect you again,
because they adore your shell-shocked epiphany.
The twinkle of wisteria eyes that say star-struck goodbyes to winters long overdue.
Take me to some place new, yet still lingers with the scent of timeless truths.
Can you whisper epigrams in my ears yet still retain your sunflower youth?
And can such a place even exist ...
where I am me and you are you.
Is this dream of ours only a selfish wish?
Where our heart's desires
will never transpire,
but only take cues from Lazarus,
coming into our own like lilac lust.
I am told there is a beautiful gate
that leads to this tomb of ancient bloom.
Will you let me nourish this timid trust
and receive this skeleton key that dreams of wearing skin -
and if not now, of this would-be genesis ... when?
Please don't tease with someday soon,
but let these tumblers unhinge like zealous zephyr.
I know it will be all that you asked.
I know it will be, for my soul spoke so earnestly: give it a chance.
So won't you carve upon this granite heart
that longs for the easy rain of your embrace.
Etch upon these alabaster walls with love's italic hand,
the seven lettered splendor known unabashedly as FREEDOM.
Let it be the only thing
the angels care to dream,
when imagining eternity.
Let none atone
the only thing
set in stone.
Written February 15th, 2016.
Entered in the contest A Tomb of Ancient Bloom hosted by Justin Bordner.
Chosen Poem of the Day on February 17th, 2016
Placed First
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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Wandering my maze of memories
In search of yesteryear
The spark she struck within my heart
Still burns in spite of tears
Hand in hand we walked the halls
Young love boldly displayed
The classes we shared
The moments we snared
Our two hearts swept away
That Saturday picnic in the spring
'Neath the canopy of juniper trees
Our first forbidden lovers' touch
No other eyes could see
Innocence lost in a tender embrace
For us there was no doubt
Time stood still the fire burned hot
The breeze could not put out
It must have angered the powers that be
Our love was unrequited
A storm blew in the rain put out
The flame which we'd ignited
Our love was blind
Fate was unkind
A love not meant to be
That memory branded in my mind
How cruel love was to me
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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Tonight while watching candles glow
I hear faint sounds of cricket's tune
Where near the Mississippi's flow
Reflects the dawning of the moon.
My mind is wrapped in reverie
Of summer nights I shared with you.
Of lazy evening's cool iced tea
Those peaceful nights when love was new.
Do you remember when we met?
Crystal raindrops began to fall.
You sheltered me, I can't forget.
'Twas near the ivy covered wall.
But now the bloom of love is gone
And you have moved so far away.
You broke my heart, then you moved on
One day a love will make you pay.
Yet when I dream, I dream of you
And wish that I could rewind time.
When we were young and love was new
And summer nights were so sublime.
Tonight while watching candles glow
I hear faint sounds of cricket's tune
Where near the Mississippi's flow
Reflects the dawning of the moon.
4-26-17
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017
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Close my eyes ~
I’m on that mountain
lush with Autumn taste.
Close my eyes ~
We are love entwined
in crisp fall leafed lace.
Close my eyes ~
Lips of first perfect kiss,
once more bliss moist my lips
Close my eyes ~
We are young again,
connecting eyes, souls and skin
Close my eyes ~
Sharply, my satin-smoothing truths
wonder if autumn ever takes you … too …
Close your eyes ~
Kiss me with eager touch. As fire’s savior,
thrill to shivers in dew soft, mountain air.
Caress-wrapped, we lay in misty vapor
from dusk’s bursting promise of brazen flush
until dawn’s fresh sonnet on takings rush.
Close your eyes ~
Grasp our hearts of innocent stares
watching how childhood summer dies
when feelings are autumn implied
... CayCay Jennings
March 9, 2017
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind,
we're not straining, we're not struggling,
we're not sinking, we're just fine.
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried,
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time.
Do you want me all the ways that I am?
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand.
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand,
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand.
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind,
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine.
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep.
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires,
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire.
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin,
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in.
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same,
pleading and begging for more than just a saying,
but to feel and to see that im not alone,
with being in this love thats overwhelming.
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark,
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark.
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire.
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or,
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out,
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out,
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close,
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go,
why these tears are building up behind my eyes,
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires
and it desires to be your wife.
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true,
tell my my dearest what I mean to you,
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
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FORGOTTEN TREASURE
I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right in the middle of everything
Was what I imagined being a wishing well
I at once tossed a quarter into the sea
Facing down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to ensure where it fell
I tipped over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was sitting there waiting for me
The reflection was before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me
SKAT
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010
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Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!
And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.
You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!
Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!
You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!
I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.
Yet I had left.
Why...?
One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.
Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.
Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.
The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.
You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.
I dreamed a dream of you.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
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As I walk through the doors of the hall,
I am swept off my feet by such flare.
When I think that tonight’s my first ball,
How I blush thinking thoughts I don’t dare.
Lovely music pours out of the room,
And my hips sway beneath my pink gown.
Mom’s eyes seek a potential bridegroom
Dad’s eyes stop, my swaying with a frown.
Ushered in the big room my eyes dance
As they rush over grandeur so bright
Chandeliers they brought over from France
Fill the room bringing splendour and light
On the sidelines I can’t help but stare
Pretty walls lined with roses and vines
Sweetest scents of Guerlains fills the air
As the ladies and gents sip their wines.
Fine madam’s gowns blend in with the walls
And the heavenly ceiling divine
Pastel angels and blue waterfalls
Someone begs me to dance just in time.
As we twirl on the dance floor I’m charmed
Looking into his eyes, I turn red
And I’m weak in this young man’s strong arms
Looking up angels spin round my head.
All too soon my first ball has to end
Sweetest dreams I shall cherish tonight
When I think of my newly found friend
Just the thought of him brings such delight
Anapest Trimeter
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.27.2014
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Ballroom Delights
1st place
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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Don't rush to wash off the sea salt
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
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Does the past really matter?
Does it set you free?
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me.
Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch.
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.
Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night.
I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.
Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone.
My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time.
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided.
My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.
Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters | Year Posted 2013
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Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
immediate
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
instant she
remained
taking form
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
11-04-2014
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Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2014
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I am the girl with many names,
At first when you said my name, “Madison”- it had been so crisp on your tongue, as if a leaf of autumn had torn beneath your sneaker. As we walked out together.. on that pastoral day.
I swooned when you said it, You spoke it, as if it were your own- as if you had picked it from the orchard of names.
You handed me the dainty ones- like, “Maddie.” so soft on your tongue, that it made me feel all warm and fuzzy, like I was cupping a peach in my palms.
Then, one day when you saw me- the true bud blossoming,
my heart unfolding like my floral printed skirt, draped over my tiny waist.
That is when you gave me- began to pester me..
with the cute pet names.
I've been called many names, “Cutie.” but I am not a clementine,
my personality is not round, it is curly like my sandy, golden strands of hair.
Oh, but you- You call me “Mad Dog.”
“Mad Dog,” my collar that fits upon the long nape of my neck,
You say it to my friends, and strangers who happen by, “...Oh Mad Dog...”
Mad Dog- to you is when the apples of my cheeks go rosy, blushing in shades of primrose pink. It is when my brows arch, or my eyes touch the corners,
the edges of the room.
This name it grows into ivy,
then flourishes into soft spring blossoms,
of, “Mad Bunny,” “Mad Bear.’ the nurturing names to define my compassion..
and my passion for the love of Mother Earth.
You call me “Thumper,” when I tap my heels on the floor, a ballad
for you to drum to with your pencil.
The symphony of Middle School nicknames,
resounding thru my ears… each one following me- trailing behind me, leaving breadcrumbs of what I once was seen as,
As a Middle School girl, with lavender frames, tiny footsteps,
and sweet warbles- stumbling off her tongue.
I am the poetic one, the deep one… who can recite every verse of wisdom, I attain.
Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2017
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First Love
A man remembers his first love.
Until he finds his grave.
If he lives to be a hundred.
That's what he'll always crave.
For some it might be a blonde.
A red head or brunette.
Others are still looking.
They haven't found it yet.
For some it is those buns of steel.
We've all heard about.
Whatever a mans first love is.
He hates to go without.
There may be some who's first love.
Is in the color of her eyes.
I'll always remember my first love.
A greasy cheese burger and fries.
Make it a double patty.
With everything on top.
Ketchup, mustard, or special sauce.
Please don't ever stop.
Fries fried to a golden brown.
Thin and crispy too.
A greasy cheese burger with some fries.
No talking til I'm through.
So now you know my secret.
A greasy cheeseburger and fries.
If you want inside my heart.
Make mine super size.
Edwin C Hofert
Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015
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HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX
Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips
As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost shadow because warmth flows
With your presence alone, I am soppy blown
You bestow me a new life within a universe that's dark
Walk with me, don't you depart
Let's decorate views: a tapestry of you and me
Man ... how quick you boil my fire
Your heart thumps a crystal chime choir
Cushioned pleased from your musky scent
Words weak and not needed for us to speak
Beside the hearth, let's dance our anthem real slow
as our heartbeats jive in a pas de deux
If by chance you catch my eye
I hope for you to see our sparkles high...
Our footwork a unison graceful cruise
Two become one in this dance we choose
Best given as we don't wanna to lose
© O. E. Guillermo
October 24, 2014; 10:27pm
***Inspired by the poem made by James Fraser: THE FONDER OF YOU
***PAS DE DEUX (French, literally "step of two") is a dance duet in which two dancers, typically a male and a female, perform ballet steps together. The pas de deux is characteristic of classical ballet and can be found in many well-known ballets, including Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and Giselle.
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014
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Those memories of her, now bittersweet
Recalling tender moments that we shared
Young lovers' dreams which time can not defeat
Is proof down deep inside how much I cared
My pining heart still yearns for yesterday
To taste those honey kisses once again
Her dark brown eyes that always seemed to say
The love she had for me would never end
But that is where my recollection fades
As fate stepped in and steered her love away
The passing years created such a haze
What caused our love to die has now decayed
I wonder if she ever thinks of me
With fondness, like my treasured memories
an original poem by Daniel Turner "Poemdog"
written for Becca Teagan but not for contest
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016
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Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.
The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly, but not quite frogs, still sporting pubescent tails;
the adults pontificating against the shallow bank,
throats swollen with amphibious wisdom.
Soft brown mud squished, a buttered cream,
between summer toasted toes wading into wonder.
Fragrant evening campfires heightened hungers,
supper roasting over charred coals flavored
the stirrings of a tempting crush on a boy much older;
this girl just barely navigating puberty's powerful push,
his smile extracting heightened pulse, blush brushed.
Life's long summer slipped slowly away
and autumn found his wife and child laying him down,
the plot unknown, unmarked by me;
yet, painful, still, the memory of broken trust,
of love-crust pitched to a not quite woman
deep in the rusting woods of Timberland.
Copyright, February 14, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2016
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I see you everyday getting out of your bus
I feel your presence walking in the streets of Damascus
whenever I see you smile, an unexpected pleasure falls on me for a while
you re my day and you re my night
I can even bare your fight
just if you become mine
everything in this world will become fine
I can wait for you till my hairs become grey
you ve become my last and only pray
I follow you everyday till you disappear
but an elder told me that first of all they always miss
later they become your mrs
everytime you re in a different suit
sometime black green or blue
I love you, that s something which is true
you look so gorgeous that I sometime imagine that is it really you?
I love you, I love you
how and why, I doesn t got any clue
I love you, I love you
you re in my dreams, you re in my thoughts
I imagine you whenever I m alone
whether it s day or it s night
whether I m eating or sleeping
my loneliness makes me weeping
but whenever I see you
I don t even have 1% of confidence
where all of it is, I got no clue
there are just 3 words which looks like
climbing a tree which continuesly grew
I just want to say to you
that i love you, I love you
Copyright © Faraz Ajmal | Year Posted 2017
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Beneath his coal-black forelocks, flirty eyes
kept meeting mine when I allowed my gaze
to fall on him. As if I were a prize,
he grinned at me. He'd put me in a daze!
When he approached, my heart began to pound.
He spoke so fluently, and his accent
was French! I'd never heard a sweeter sound.
He asked me on a date. Of course I went!
We chatted in a cafe as we ate.
Inside the core of me, a longing grew.
then as he drove me home, I could not wait
for what I knew would very soon ensue!
Once parked, he turned to me, eyes deep and tender,
and all that I could do was to surrender.
Dedicated to my indelible memory: Guy Loranger, wherever he may be.
Written Aug, 9, 2016 for
Becca Teagan's All I could do was surrender - Shakespearean Sonnet
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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First Love Poem
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Let the music play on
My heart beats
and passion springs,
As my fingers vibrate
the subtle violin strings,
Soft notes float
in the air to enchant,
Cheeks bear a red glow
as palpitations enhance,
Anticipating a meet
with sweetheart there on,
Rhythmic waves I create,
Let the music play on !!
Written January 1st, 2014
For contest "Let the music play on" by Mystic Rose
Got N/A in contest, was sure of getting amongst top ten,
Now for contest " Screwed II " by rob carmack
Awarded 4th place
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
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First Love Poem
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North of Nottingham, there lies a wood
Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green
A barefoot Beauty, There she stood
The likes of which, the worlds not seen
A man observes, but undetected
Concealed up in The Major Oak
She drops her hood, quiet unexpected
Gently slipping off her cloak
This man, a thief, price on his head
Cannot resist his captive heart
In great danger, he gladly sheds
The massive tree's concealing art
You might conceive, this shocked the maiden
Confronted by a rogue so bold
But his eyes were so love laden
She touched his hand, he touched her soul
He leads her to his camp in secret
On the ground lie jewels and gold
But his eyes could never leave her
The greatest prize he ever stole
Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014