Best Fondness Poems
How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell
It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell
It's the un-told story
It's the water-less well
How does it feel?
Deep emotion stirs
Where the long goodbye
Has now lifted it's curse
And the shadowy valley
At last is traversed
So the heavenly moonlight
Guides the soul, now immersed
To the traveller's rest
Angel bells welcome in
As adventure concludes
Ending all earthly din
Yet, we cheer and we shout
For a presence so full
Not a moment's regret
Nothing mundane or dull
The poet and lover
Of life and it's pasture
Your memory rich
While you journey to rapture
Though a vacancy sign
Is erected below you
As we move to conclude
Let our words rise to show you..
This love legacy, bright
It will sparkle forever
For you taught us of hope
As you bound us together
It's a beautiful tether
That will never be broken
Your legacy, strong
And of you, highly spoken
As our eyes may be teary
As these words are no measure
For the gold in our hearts
Is your love's lasting treasure
My dear Beloved,
Night owl hoots at me again
beneath a ramp of clouds,
like cozy pillow to my moon
pinching this letter with anticipation
to tuck my ruffled mind away…
and in twilight’s dimming,
a music box of rain songs
frolics in slow, slow motion
through whiffs of a lengthened day,
discarding hours of your long absence
with scented climb of new spring.
Midway, a fading light and darkness,
passages of tomorrow float
as pages are to cotton leaves;
lingering in some trickles of ticks
while our orchids peep outside the sill…
and between teapot and lamp’s glow
the phone rings in a hush-a-bye,
chiming low, your breath wafts a sigh
to say how you love me in the dark…
oh, can fate allow this distance to end?
With deep fondness,
nette
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Love Letter Contest Of Heather Ober
A lady named Rosie liked posies,
They always smelled good to folks' nose-ies.
She filled up her house
til one day her spouse
said Rosie's dang posies must go-sies.
between lines i catch your feelings
Nayda Ivette
9-3-2015
No way is left untried, now
what a devotee is to do
to prove the depth
of his devotion to you.
No more bearable is
to carry the thought
of having been so thrown
in the lap of luckless lot.
So much apologetic he feels
for his words and action,
wholly left disheartened
at your insolent reaction.
A foolish fondness of the fool
has turned into devotion.
He ceaselessly worships you,
so sincere is his adoration.
You have cut him mercilessly
off from all your friendly ways.
Look, how dejectedly living
in solitude, he passes his days.
Your constant indifference
ceases not to hurt his heart
that has yet to learn to lead
life from his lively life to part.
He admits his mistakes
for which he does pine.
Remember, to err is human
and, to forgive, is divine.
So much sensitive in nature
you are, so much kind,
your loving looks give solace
to the disturbed mind.
Come out of silence
to shake his levity,
with a touch of wisdom
fill him with maturity.
Spare the blunders he made
that must, in no way, be done
and accept the devotion of
your devotee, your dear one.
a languid tour of vintage cafes marks
the deep scent of robusta coffee and omelet...
hand in hand, an old couple recalls a first rendezvous
near this boulevard fifty years back
where dewy ferns and candles enliven drizzles,
so silky in a glint of bus lights reflecting
the same tranquility of this waning night...
and yet, the crystal mist floats on mantle
of air clutching lightly varnished gloves,
petal-shaped--embracing not the showers of life
on snapshots rendering brushes of kisses ...
but of fingers hugging fondness so kind, so kind
in the near twilight’s walk when remains
of age, of worn-out gloves ..take a fateful chance.
A Craigh Cornish Contest: Hugs
6/10/2020
My feelings were the footprints,
On the lonely shore of your life,
Roaring waves erased my imprints.
In quest of them, I was left to strive.
You seemed to be a lost rover,
Among the scary woods, too dark,
I ran to save you and take over,
Bumped into rock, I got a painful mark.
In zeal of my flourishing emotions,
I hastily forgot to speculate and think,
Dedications didn't match your notions,
And I rushed towards you in a blink.
With you, I thought I had eons to go,
When about to believe, fate said no.
As the tree..
Cuddling her shadows:
He is the rustle of paper
And I am the dance of twigs,
;
Coherent we were..
"Shadow adores shadow" ..
“Stop the car!” you said. So I pulled to the side of the road and braked, but before the car came to a complete stop you were off, running to the edge of the field. I picked up my camera and quickly followed but when I got to the edge it was too late. You were already lost, swallowed by a field of green. Then, I heard you shouting, “Isn’t it glorious?, Aren’t they beautiful?”
You were five feet tall and the sunflowers dwarfed you, towering over you for what seemed like endless miles into the horizon. You were bobbing up and down, afloat in a sea of green, lost amidst a thousand blazing suns. It was like a joyful homecoming for you as your radiant smile joined their choir. I took your picture then and later we laughed when it came back and your little smiling face was surrounded by all the bright yellow flowers.
Over the years there were many times we would lift the box down from the shelf in the closet and spend an afternoon rifling through our photos looking, as so many people do, for our proof of life. It always left us filled and satisfied.
It’s winter now and the box is heavy. I keep it on the dining table close and sometimes I lift it to the coffee table in the living room to have a look. It takes me most of the week to do what we used to do in one afternoon. I must look like a silly child grinning ear to ear when I come to that photo. It’s my favorite. Your face is so radiant in that beautiful field. My eyes are old now and I can only see one flower. It shines so brightly all the other flowers disappear.
Further than wine meat,...
i prefer your kiss fondness.
most than cheese fondue
Mom, I love you like a sunset
You are in my life so often
That sometimes I forget
Your Beauty
But when I pause and look up
I am overwhelmed
To watch the orange fire wane
Is to gaze at the flaming echo of all eternity
And to look into your eyes
Is to witness the sky-blue certainty
Of Love borne for all of time
But unlike the sunset
Which also heralds threat
In your eyes there is security
I can see your care for me
I love you dearly
Mom, I am grateful for you like an azure sea
When Life’s heat
Bears down on me
To scorch and burn
And the paths I walk
Are on sharp, sun-baked rocks
That gouge and singe my feet
Your caress is the gentle sea
Cleansing my tears of agony
A cool embrace that is safe and deep
The memory of your arms carrying me
And even when you are stormy
And bleed angry grey into the azure sea
I am grateful all the more
Your rebukes have tempered me
Mom, you bring me Joy like the scent of Home
I am filled up by the smells
With which I have grown
Stained wood, cut grass, animal musk,
Dust, open sky, mountains, incense, rain
The basement instruments we played
But more than these is the smell of you
The familiar fragrance of your perfume
Of your hair shampoo
The aromas of your cooking food
Your caffeine-cinnamon breath
When we kissed each other
These smells I miss like no other
To breathe you in is to
Remember all I have known
Mother, you are the Joy of Home
Written By
Lewis, Y.K
I’m so in love. I was a lover of your presence. I am always, forever, yours. You have released me from my pain of separation, and my fear of time. I can only thank you, unable to hate you, maybe I should, but I’m so in love with you. Unaware of what Fate has in store for me.
I chose to love you even still, all though you belong to another, but you were mine first. Time has no power over me nor does fear, they once ruled my house. With your patience I was able to recognize, diagnose and reset which centered my heart and mind. So much to say and do, but not at this time.
It was not a mistake, this had to happen just as it did.
To move me onto my path, I knew I had nothing to offer “at that time”, you had a job to do in her eyes. I was harsh because she needed you more. But, I’m released and still so in love with you. For now I must go where Fate will lead me.
Unsure if our paths should ever cross, if not I will not be on the sideline waiting. I will do as I please and taking that one memory to the end. Wishing, for the both of us to love harder, longer, and with a passion of no regrets.
When I think of my life and look back on past loves it was your presence that captivated me to my core. Second chances only happen in the movies, and now I’m free.
L-ove brings tenderness
T-o the man's mind, heart, and soul,
O-nce it is given.
Top ic: Birthday of Lara T. Oquindo (March 9)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
A brilliant fondness evolves into priceless feelings of wonderment
Russell Sivey
THERE AIN’T NO SCORE NO MORE
I recall when we first sang that f****ing song
And danced from twilight until the sun
As for me we couldn’t have danced too long
As I freely floated and you sensually spun
You sang lead and I the backup harmony
A symphony composed by only you and me
The theme was a sonata meant to be
And so I thrilled to my dancer’s decree
“hold me closer and tighter my dear”
Those were the lyrics I penned for you
“let thy words draw me ever near”
And thus the melody did what only it could do
When I scribed those words they seemed so real
And “eternal” was a concept I suddenly understood
But by the orchestration was I taught how to feel
As destiny and perpetuity haS done all IT could
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Now due to you I can no longer sing that song
Nor can I listen to it any more
The rhythm’s off and the lyrics are wrong
Since I wrote the words but you ruined the score
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