Best Getaway Poems
I can still recall the look upon His face
Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place
The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed
We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets
On our secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries
Greeted by the aromatic smell of freshly brewed roast coffee beans
Strolling along the pigeon-filled piazza San Marco
We wandered hand in hand,in the serenissima ancient floating land
Street musicians played their flutes.as We sat on a roof-top wooden terrace
We glanced at merchants sell hand-blown murano glass
by the picturesque Doge's palace
We ate a snack , then walked away towards the old opera house
which now has risen from its ashes.
We sauntered forward through little alleys
from where He bought me ,a gold painted venetian mask
To my surprise ,He had another gift,a wrapped up scarlet sheer laced basque
I peered at him through my dark lashes,He raised his left brow and flashed a smile
Expressed his charm in playful ways,in a flirtatious endearing style.
Boarded at last on a black gondola,cruised the lagoon and the canals
A few light kisses,a few soft brushes,waiting the bell's toll whilst in his arms
There we lay in waiting beneath the bridge of sighs
We sealed our kiss and promised lips,to the harmonic sound of chimes
He leaned on me,I welcomed Him,our spirits been entwined
Above,the sky has changed its colour,I watched the sun set in his eyes
All I am,I gave to him,my enduring heart- His sacred shrine
All that He is He gave to me in once upon a time
Not for the contest,but thanks for the 'Lovemaking in an ancient place contest,inspiration'.
This post is inspired by Ancient Venice and the tale of 'The Bridge Of Sighs'
The tale goes-If you kiss your loved one with the bell's toll of St,Mark's Basilica,
at sunset,beneath the bridge of sighs,the couple seals their love forever.
There is another tale to it,a sad one,but preferred to share the happy one : )
In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
on the back of a ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lamb!"
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 27) Poetry Contest
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam
Pondering what we are and who I am
Now that we finally raised a family
Is there anything left just for you and me
Seems each week is just like the one before
So what have we both been working for
Too many years lost daily nine to five
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive
Wanna find some island Shangri-La
A tranquil sunny spot with no hoopla
Some place lost we could easily hide
That can't be found in a tourist guide
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
We could forget all about the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children and annoying jobs,
And go online, book a one-way flight--
Escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical getaway
Somewhere unspoiled where the locals play
With fishing boats, seabirds & mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice
Where green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach
'neath a crystal full moon just out of reach
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We'd dance away each endless night;
Lost in love with no dawn in sight.
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.
Exactly what have we both been working for?
So many years lost from nine to five...
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive.
I wanna find us some tropical getaway--
Somewhere lost where the locals play;
With fishing boats and mango trees,
And spicy scents carried on the breeze.
I wanna find us some island Shangri-La—
A quiet spot with no hoopla...
Some place where it’s easy to hide,
That can’t be found in a tourist guide.
I wanna find us some tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
We could lounge in that tropical paradise,
As bonfires spark like fireflies;
Watch lovers dance while steel drums play
Calypso tunes from dusk till day.
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,
Grown-up kids, and annoying jobs,
And swing in a hammock made for two—
And snuggle close, just me and you.
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Will be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’ll dance away each endless night,
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight.
A
weekend
away with
you all my own
to play in shadows on a stage of hearts...
Where
love spills
from a cup
of us with a taste
that streams inspiration that we drink slow...
Silent getaway
Cold rain falls on the cover of life-death
Ice in the soul froze letters on startup
We departure silently in a memory route
The muse wounds in a last verse
Pages and tears and letters falling like autumn leaf
Sweet torture kisses of separation and rain and pain
It was summer in return there had tears and songs
The book is wet in a prologue the muse dies
Wading in a branch
trickling slowly along to the ocean.
Smell of decaying leaves and honeysuckle in the air.
Tadpoles, crawfish swimming by toes in Swift creek.
River otter curiously watching
the boys playing, splashing in the water
on a hot August day.
Bream jumping, splashing
Trying to remove the land creatures
From their watery domain.
Tropical Getaway
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.
So what have we both then been working for?
Too many years lost daily nine to five...
Just making ends meet, barely feeling alive.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,
Boomerang children, and annoying jobs,
Gently swing in a hammock made for two—
And snuggle real close, next to me next to you.
Gotta find us some island Shangri-La—
A quiet sunny spot with no hoopla...
Some lost place where folks could easily hide,
That no one could find in a tourist guide.
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Would be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’d dance away each endless night,
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight.
Wanna find some tropical getaway--
Somewhere untainted where the locals play;
With fishing boats, seafood, and mango trees,
And spicy hot scents carried on the breeze.
Lounging in that tropical paradise,
As windy bonfires spark like fireflies;
We’d watch lovers dance while the steel drums play
Nightly Calypso tunes from dusk till day.
Chorus
Another Monday morning traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
So let’s turn around and go book a flight,
escape while we can out into the night
Gotta find that tropical paradise
Where the nights are warm and the folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
Wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a crystal full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak out behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Chorus
In a market outdoors one day, Pam
was caught pilfering using a pram.
Fast away that lass flew
bareback on a young ewe.
One might say she was then "on the lam(b)."
For john freeman's limerick contest.
If I have to name a category, I'll call this one
"use of an expression inside a limerick"
Yes you read the title right
But let me shred some light
It happened in 1980 when I worked on Madison Avenue
The Receptionist was going to buy live crab for dinner
Well as a friend would, I accompanied her
We entered the Butcher, and there were array of kinds of meat and live crabs on Eighth Avenue and West 43rd Street
The Receptionist was going to eat good that night was going to be a treat
The Butcher put 8 Live crabs in the bag
It’s a wonder that none of the crabs had to gag
So walked to 6th Avenue to catch the D train
The continued story gets to be even more insane
One of the crabs escaped out
Some of the passengers made big scream shout
You can imagine in what I am talking about
It was dinner on the run
This was a live crab raw and not even cooked done
I told the Receptionist, there goes your dinner after it
When the Receptionist got home, she cooked those crabs until they were done
But before that, they fought out the bag
It sounds more like they were playing tag
There’s the sea food tail, crabs in their crabby ways, and I will never forget on that day.
It's hard to remember memories of grief,
getting away for a little while is a relief.
Life is like an art,
and everyday you get the chance to start.
May not be on others side,
But my love for them can never divide.
endless tears & promises broken,
thoughtless words have been spoken.
So I must leave for a while,
So I can go back with a huge smile.
Let me heal the scars,
& fill each of my waking hours.
This might be just a getaway life,
just to escape suffering & strife.
Let me search & find my way,
to find words I can truthfully say.
It may be selfish, but there's just so many reasons,
to heal every emotions.
Because this time, I want Happiness,
& maybe reach for success.
I know I have a guardian & a guide,
who is always on my side.
In a million ways, He's in disguise,
to encourage & give me reasons to Inspire.
Some are unimportant as it seems,
But slowly, God brings reality to dreams.
& like a pilgrim, I'll wander,
to this journey that can make me even stronger.
I've learned so much that money cannot measure,
All of my priceless treasures.
This is the unplanned surprise,
to make me realize.
That I just got to beLIeVE,
give room to forgive.
because what cannot be found,
can just be around.
Oh & let me find my romance,
Not just by fate, nor by chance.
So don't count the days that I'm away,
feel it closely, in your heart is where I'll always stay.
How I enjoy being wrapped up real tight
Warmly curled up in a ball,
Visiting Dreamland so deep in the night,
Having no care at all!
Warmly curled up, no noise allowed,
There in my cozy bed;
Blankets on top, the pillow a cloud
Under my weary head.
Then comes the sun, and it’s time to rise,
Get up and greet the day.
But how I love to again close my eyes –
Dreamland’s my getaway!
For Nikko's contest: "Your Snooze/ You Choose"
Let's get away and see the night
we'll find a place that has no light.
We shouldn't have to go too far
where we can see a shooting star.
Prairie, forest, mountains high;
any place to see the sky.
Bring a blanket to keep warm,
but don’t go out if there’s a storm.
Plan some time so it will last,
you’ll see some things from distant past.
At first the Milky Way you’ll see;
the clustered edge of our galaxy,
it has two hundred billion suns
connect the dots with brighter ones.
Some are planets, some are not,
some are cool and others hot.
But one thing I can surely say;
they are all very far away!
About a thousand years their light
has traveled to become our night.
Lets plan an epic getaway
We’ll have to go on foot.
We’ll need to take this hairspray
it’s important how we look.
We’ll need some Dr. Pepper
dehydration is the worst.
We’ll take these Disney glasses
so that we don’t die of thirst
We’re facing certain hardships
so I’ll bring potato chips.
The wild is full of harshness
ooo! Let’s not forget the dip.
It’s important to move serpentine
as we stealthily make our leave.
Be sure and grip the pizza
as we deftly bob and weave.
This makeup bag’s gigantic
but I can’t live without that!
Let's not forget this blanket
and we better bring the cat.
I’m glad that we’ve decided
to start our lives anew.
There’s no one I like better
here, take these iPads too.
As we gather up the needed
I glance at the TV - AAAwwwwww.
“Ladybug’s” coming on! we say excitedly.
“Jinx” we say together, and it’s as clear as it can be
that we can take a little break and not go immediately.
Got up at four
Scored some fresh bait the night before
Boat and tackle are loaded offshore
Going derby fishing at the reservoir
Needing to stop at the store
For some beverages ice and more
This is coming together so nice
Been looking forward to it for nights
Even got in a fight with my wife
It's just not right
How she was so not polite
She knows better than to get in my way
Especially when I have been planning this day
Spending it competing, derby fishing
No way I'm going to go missing
On a day I have been derby wishing
Finally in my boat underway
Making my getaway to go play
I am here for the rest of the day
Sun rising over the mountain tops
I have my favorite rod that just rocks
Going to blow their socks off
You know how all the fisherman talk
Most of them can't walk the walk
Off to my favorite rock where the fish flock
Already stalked it out for big fish
That will fulfill my derby wish
My pole in the water doing my thing
With plenty of bling, bling to fling to the fish
Then it happens, zing I felt the hook sting
My pole bent with me clinging to it
I knew that this is where the big ones dine
Reeling it in when the fish tried to snap the line
Had a heck of a time
This one is all mine
Just in time cause derby has a timeline
Reminding these fishermen
Who won the derby and had the most fun
Gee, I hate to run with this Trophy
But the derby is all done