Best Good Poems
~Poetesses and Poets, Divine~
All over this great planet we live,
Penning our thoughts, and love to give!
With our hearts, as lanterns so bright,
Writing with hearts into this summer night.
Pen thee, then, of nature’s fine beauty.
Quietly, we are world Muses on duty.
Creations we form of happiness and sorrow.
Moonlight and dreams, on which to borrow!
A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!
Hugs,
Panagiota Romios
California….USA
8/15/2022
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Too good - to ever last suggested bpm 80
Vs1
When we first met, I never thought
that you could ever love me...
You were the brightest star shining
so high up above me...
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath...
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming... but not so fast
I thought the good times... just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Vs2
I remember when you said our first kiss
gave you the shivers...
And every time that we made love,
I'd watch you gently quiver
Bridge
I loved the way you stared, with your sparkling eyes...
I loved the way you laughed, out loud until you cried...
I loved the way you moved, with such grace and finesse...
I loved the words you used, the way you'd catch your breath..
Chorus
Guess it was too good... to ever last
I knew the end was coming, but not so fast
I thought the good times, just might be enough...
I guess you got tired ...of my simple love
Postlude
Now in the heart of the night,
nightmares fade from view
Sometimes when I find peace of mind
I still... dream of you
When we first met,
I never thought that you ...
could ever love me...
December 4,2019
John Hamilton
~
A soft yellow ember,
the sun is arising
Horizons remember
the smile on your face
Meadowlarks sing
as the morning approaches
The start of a new day
in hues to embrace
Rose petal heavens
with clouds painted cotton
Skies now are yawning
a sapphire glow
Apricot kisses
on dahlias blooming
With northerly breezes
of autumn a ‘flow
Tangerine ribbons
through branches still sleeping
Like stained glass illusions
in robin’s egg blue
Dawn has arrived
in kaleidoscope splendor
It’s colors now whisper
good morning to you
~
~
Cotton candy swirls
on a pink flamingo sky
Late December wishes
that are slowly floating by
Apricot horizons
glowing softly ‘cross the hill
Twilight born emotions
falling on this night so still
Sweet seductive touches
to caress my quivered skin
Satin slipper kisses
moist along my lips again
Silhouettes in moonlight
move in rhythm ‘pon the ground
Whispers in the darkness
come a most melodic sound
Sighs that lace the heavens
flow from breaths in rapid pace
Tickles formed of pleasure
bring a smile to your face
Midnight moans encircle
as your beauty leaves me numb
Finding love this evening
waiting for the dawn to come
~
~
My thirst now deep ~ I long to quench
to sip this periwinkle wine
In goblets cut of harvest moons
impassioned pleas now cast of time
Tender kisses ~ sonnets placed
on fevered lips near rainbow streams
In golden castles made of sand
I've knelt beside you in my dreams
As whispered winds ~ I've called to you
before the dew of morning beads
and sunlight forms the northern star,
in measured breaths of tempted needs
In rustled leaves ~ I've heard your voice
beneath the dark where crickets play
That echoed through my aching heart
harmonic to the light of day
From mountain top ~ my vision soars
‘cross fertile valleys emerald green
In search of perfect precious love
amidst this beauty I have seen
Beyond the shades ~ of here and now
I've felt your breath beneath my skin
I've tasted sweet your tender smile
and felt the longing deep within
For in this mist ~ of moistened glow
the heart reflects on distant wing
In melodies of long ago,
desires silent evenings bring
With opal stars ~ I write your name
in shimmered streaks across the night
Where darkened velvet curtains fall
on windswept dreams of sweet delight
And now we stand ~ together pure
a' glow this jasmine moon above
Two fires of a single flame
among the rhyme of written love
Wishes fly ~ on silver whims
far beyond each silent cloud
As evening finds us lost again
in precious love forever vowed
~
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
from below
in the muck
reeds
grow tall
there are no lips that will draw music
from these clarinet dwellers
i stand under the brightly lit dusk
nearly motionless
the moon above is glued in place nailed in to its spot
holding on to a piece of the bedtime sky
the little dipper reminds me of a rocking chair
my favourite star shines just a little dimmer
time passes
does so
uninvited
its metronome beat replaces the soundscape
of an otherwise musically crowded air
a hand descends from above
cuts the trapped moon down to a sliver
leaving the twilight mostly blind
i'm getting old
still even my worn out senses
are aware
of the days
aware
of that single golden eye
of its rise
its set
its endless loop
quiet is my flow of sand
stressed beyond reason
my lungs want to burst
my brain explode
my emotions are stretched passed their limit
my chest fills
my chest empties
the choice was
has always been mine
i have not lived the life i was gifted
i'm frozen
i'm hot
like a statue baking in the unforgiving rays of Sol
wide awake in the after dark
with all the usual players
the wolf with his cool stance
dressed in a zoot suit
snapping his beatnik fingers
wooing the maiden night
the lynx with a fluid stride plays
the ground like bongo drums
negotiates the air like brushes on snares
a choir of flyers lend their songs
there is a chasm of nurtured colours
engulfing me in its rich deep tones
having stood here longer then i know
i inhale my time in tiny puffs
i am void of the sanity i once possessed
i happily dismissed that blurry concept a long time ago
it is you know an overrated attribute
time moves with a second hand like a plane propeller
i live every moment as fully as my strength allows
all the living at the river and its surrounding land
add their breath to the natural air of the eventide
i breathe in the chill of the nightfall air
and i
i wait at the river for the cry of the loon
September 28 2015
armand
My angel of the waters
Dancing in the flame beneath a flickered candle's light
Moving between shadows on the floor
My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen
Standing present on a distant shore
Gentle waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet
As walls I find about me steadfast true
With only but this window do I witness every need
This vision that does flood my mind of you
Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are
Upon the golden wings of whispered pleas
While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone
Now praying as I fall upon my knees
My angel of the waters with the breezes in your hair
Feel this love which flows upon the wind
There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands
Beginnings that I cherish once again
Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down
Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee
Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams
Yours is but the love which holds the key
Free me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon
Place your eyes upon this tear stained face
Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here
Hand in hand along the shore to trace
We shall leave our footprints on the coast that you call home
Rows of two now stretching far and wide
Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart
Lock my love away so deep inside
Good Night Soupers
Have a great weekend
See you again on Monday
~
Come walk with me
to a heart beat in blossom
Dance in the streets
of a new foreign town
Welcome the evening
with moon beams now swaying
Under the stars
when there’s no one around
Singing a song
to a melody’s whimper
Sigh on the eve
of our first kiss delight
Wander an island,
drink Pina Coladas
Sit by the shore
and be one with the night
Follow a scent
down the road to forever
Write poetry
with our hearts as the pen
Whispering love
while the other is smiling
Promise it true
and then do it again
Cling to a dream
we’ll relive in the morning
Capture the breeze
that does tickle your hair
Swim in the love
that now washes our bodies
Find everyday
is a new one to share
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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat
Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring,
blinking a wink at the moon
Tulips with tambourines gather around,
spider web chandeliers glow
Shade tree sonatas, a wonderful sound,
echoing up from below
Pine cone recitals and blueberry sighs,
star dust ovations in rhyme
Choruses sung beneath velveteen skies,
harmonic three quarter time
Orchestral canopies glisten above,
melodic rainbows the view
Performing songs written solely of love,
played on this evening for you
~
I reposted this one because.....I really liked this one. : )
He
may
not have
the perfect
face and body,
but I can see into a soul
radiant like the omniscient sun in azure skies.
In indigo nights, I press against his heart, longing to possess his perpetual light.
for Brian Strand's the 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (27)any form any theme' Poetry Contest
At night the sun has gone to sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.
The masked raccoons and possums prowl
Through meadows moist with dew.
The fireflies flash, coyotes howl,
And owls keep asking, "Who?"
At night our school is still and dark.
The evening stars arrive.
And marble statues in the park
Appear to come alive.
At night our dog the house patrols,
The city streets are bare.
The clock in kitchen hourly tolls,
And ghosts and nightmares scare.
At night I hear my father snore
And baby brother cry,
As shadows slide across the floor
And trucks go rumbling by.
I hear a siren's urgent squeal
While lying safe in bed,
My hamster racing on its wheel,
And raindrops overhead.
At night I hear the floorboards creak
And neighbor's cat meow.
I feel my pillow press my cheek
And night air cool my brow.
I think about the recent past
And plan the coming day,
Until I fall asleep at last
And dream the night away.
I guess we can struggle when we sit down to write
But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right
When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true
I then begin to question, was it even written by ‘you’
If I google a few lines will give me the answer
You’re caught read handed – you are a chancer
I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before
If I find copied poems I won’t read ‘yours’ any more
Why claim words from another writer, as it is a crime
You’ll never find stolen words in any poem of mine
7th February 2015
A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is lost...
Days of sunny summer streams and apricot kisses
were surrounded by chastising clouds,
the night kneeled before us as we walked holding hands, side by side,
our love magnified by the monolithic moon...
Adonis and Aphrodite were the gods before us,
for their nectar poured from the heavens to fill our cups of mirth,
the arousing amorous air was abundant with adulation,
we were upon suspended animation in a Venus vortex...
A righteous rose was the catalyst that held our love together,
but then the skies turned to a horrid hue,
an insidious insertion infiltrates with thrusting and piercing providence
the rose has no chance, for now, the rose bleeds,
our beating breaths and love are torn asunder...
The rose withers away, drowning in its excrement,
our innocence has been lost, for now, the thorns prevail.
Music by...
When angels cry -
DJ Lava-Calling angel
April.21.2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 16 - Free Verse 2
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st...Thank You
The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are spent.
Now I’m alone.
Canadian geese gather
crowding a path along the river
as the day passes,
so consumed with each other
they ignore the mothers
and children who pass.
A ski jet slaps waves,
and the river breathes.
The gaggle whispers among itself,
and nature speaks a language of her own.
~
She stood amidst the tropic breeze
the girl with blue Aruba eyes
Between the fruiting mango trees
neath pastel sunset shimmered skies
Meandering this summer’s eve
we stroll the shoreline hand in hand
Where lemongrass and grottos weave
and footprints wander in the sand
Alone this twilight paradise
as moonbeams glow on suntanned skin
Melodic turquoise waves entice
a seaside romance to begin
When here on dampened shore we kiss
my heart it beats in whispered sighs
Her beauty is my island bliss
the girl with blue Aruba eyes
~
Since it is winter, I thought I’d take a poetic trip to the tropics
Care to join me