Best Ladylove Poems
(Rhyme)
How truly wonderful and awesome You are to all of us God,
You shower me with all Your blessings and your glowing Grace;
As days and years of my life rushes by quicker than any flashing light,
I 'am just looking forward till I get to see your divine and sweet face
Everything around me just shows me that You really live here for us,
And I don't care if some of you choose to deny that He really exists,
You are in my heart and my soul and always will be here close to me,
I can see You walking right beside me all the time, in my mind's eyes
How wonderful You are to me! my sweet and wonderful Lord and King!
The whole world sings You songs and praises of worship and glory,
You created us in Your own image and made everything for us pure and good,
But man dissobeyed and sinned and brought evil and death in everything
As God saw all this happened and sin corrupting inside every man mortal's soul
He sent down His only Son Jesus, to die for us on the cross and make us whole.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Aka Ladylove
copyright@2005
November,30,2014
Categories:
ladylove, christian, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Harvey the Hippo
Harvey is a huge hippopotamus
Who bathes in a bay that is bottomless
HIs mouth is as large as a riverboat barge
And he weighs ten times more than a lot of us
Big Harvey isn’t nasty or troublesome
Nor like other guys who are double dumb
He just wanders around stomping the ground
Looking for pieces of bubble gum
Harvey owns a fine yellow cummerbund
And sewn on the back is the number one
He wears it right proudly and bellows quite loudly
While playing outside in the summer sun
Once Harvey met up with a crocodile
Together they decided to walk a mile
Near the shore they strolled, but the water got cold
So they sat down to talk on the dock a while
Eating Oreo cookies about four apiece
They talked about matters of war and peace
They discussed the economy, art, and astronomy
And the huge immigration of foreign geese
Then walking back toward his new shiny house
Harvey stopped for a chat with a tiny mouse
Her name was Du Barry; they decided to marry
And soon come a baby named Stanislaus
A handsome young child was Stanislaus
Dressed up in his fine silken Spanish blouse
They all had made history; this was no mystery
For Stan was the first Hippopotamouse
Huge Harvey adored his sweet ladylove
From her wee little feet to her head above
He brought her some strings and other fine things
Including a snowy white turtledove
Harvey has grown really mellow now
He seldom produces a bellow now
But if you’re down by the bay, you can still see him play
This wondrous and gentle old fellow now
Categories:
ladylove, animal,
Form:
Limerick
(From Lestat, my vampire chronicles poems)
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Evoking all these confusing feelings I need to conceal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom, all of sudden begin
To change me into this hideous creature I cannot din
This thirst for new blood is in me now reveal
Silently the night by me creeps in...
I live on human blood and that's my curse, my sin
Lurking in the shadows to get my next meal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin
All my life dreams had just fade in...
Now I'd become this monster I come to repeal
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Going for a kill every night again and again
Knowing things all the time I cannot reveal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom of sudden begin...
I,Louis,doing what I have to, to survive in
My life had been sealed with things I have to conceal
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright2005
November,30,2014
Categories:
ladylove, books, horror,
Form:
Villanelle
The senses are intended to mislead
a man in love. I know, his watchful eye
can see the angels flying in the sky
but drawbacks of his ladylove, indeed.
He's ears sharp enough to hear a bead
of water working rocks, a quiet sigh
of endless starless space and even thy
conspiratorial whisper, thinking reed.
But he is deaf to platitudes, buzzwords,
suburban accent, vulgarisms and odds
and ends because he listens to the sound
of metaphysic harmonies inside
his own heart. He keeps eyes open wide
to see love crossing its transcendent bound.
Categories:
ladylove, love, senses,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
The curse, the lethargy,
conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day,
the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres,
the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes,
the cohabitant who always stays out -
here's a partial list of the problems
that await the true princesses,
whereas a dreamless sleep is a soteriological ideal of any Buddhist.
Bent over the beautiful princess,
I feel a pang of mercy,
and, rising from my knees, get out of here -
by little Mopsey, the Princess's spaniel, which is lying on the bed,
by the hypothetical fire upon the hearth,
by the doormen in whose cups wine turned into mold long ago
and beyond,
through the wayless wood of existence,
which is not a problem for my ladylove anymore.
As Charles Perrault rightly stated:
“Thorns part before a royal blood only”.
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Categories:
ladylove, love,
Form:
Free verse
My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta, oom-ta-ta”, - dactyl waltzed, pages rustled and I came down dactylic stairs into my personal Hades of dreams.
Beavers are in the Styx! Bison hide in reeds from mosquitos. Herds of wild mustangs graze on the Elysium fields. Red-skinned young ladies with asphodels in plaits listen to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice that the magic Willow tells them. Everybody's happy but Charon: Hiawatha* takes Minnehaha** out in his boat. But where is the son of Rhea and Cronus and his wife Persephone? “Lookee, lookee, - Olympus laughs, - who rules the netherworld now. Henry Longfellow!”
Time passed. I grew up. Other rhymes obsessed me. But every night, having slipped past three-headed Mishe-nama***, I go down into Longfellow’s Hades in search of my late aunt.
* The main character of “The Song of Hiawatha”.
** Hiawatha’s ladylove.
*** The character of “The Song of Hiawatha”, the king of fishes.
Categories:
ladylove, books, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
All Rights Reserved © SILPIKA KALITA
Categories:
ladylove, appreciation, education, eulogy, hero,
Form:
Epitaph
The Mermaid Songs
Once upon a time, as school was coming to it’s yearly close.
We’d read about mermaids and their songs of Golden prose.
Now, the witch was over visiting and heard everybody’s sighs.
They so, wanted to sing with mermaids, and thru the waters glide.
Dragon was the worst, as he grabbed my mop top to become his hair.
Then he flew out to the lake dock, and began calling those ladies fair.
I began thinking how sad, if my Dragon never did meet this ladylove.
The witch, tears upon her face, then brought that, which he dreamt of.
It seems, while on her yearly travels, our witch once met a lovely mere.
Who was fascinated with the tales of Dragon, and the antics he did stir.
Suddenly, they were there together, a wish granted on a witch’s whim.
Dragon became so very quiet, as a first blush of shyness, ran over him.
The mermaid laughed and giggled as she took the mop from off, his head.
Then she sang a soulful song as she began to touch his wings and said...
Where I come from you’re a legend, a story of days, from, long, gone bye.
To this he just smiled. Yes, our Dragon had turned smitten, and so very shy.
It lasted only a moment; until she asked him, to please, take her to the sky.
Two dreams became one as they traveled the skies, and then the water nigh.
She also, met Dragons penguins, the first she had ever been able to meet.
Them from cold, and she from hot…now in the middle all were complete.
Suddenly the mermaid had the idea, to bring in more of her mere folk.
What? You thought they only sat, singing and giving their hair a stroke?
We invited the neighboring swim teams, accapella groups, and families.
And don’t forget the Glee Clubs, plus the Barber Shop Quartets, you see.
Actually, everybody came to do, even barbecues for Dragon and his guests.
Once a week all summer, the fun continued, but never the same, not once.
It was a summer to be made into legends, for all our days and those beyond.
And each time, we honored the witch, who’d let us learn the Mermaids songs.
Categories:
ladylove, adventure, celebration, fun, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
Visiting Wal-Mart, I happen on him
Amid the crowd there stands the man I love
He is appearing all healthy and trim
There is no doubt of blessing from above
There was a time when we fit like a glove
Two hearts bound together for a lifetime
Remembering when I was ladylove
Life with him was definitely peacetime
At times, we spent the moments with pastime
Two honest lovers being filled with bliss
Awaiting moments when passion was prime
When it would be a time to reminisce
True love does not leave the heart or the mind
Inside, this love will be forever blind
©August 14, 2014
On the theme of Chance Meeting
Categories:
ladylove, love,
Form:
Sonnet
(Candle of Hope)
In
Him I
Have it all
He's my Savior
Always there ready
Just to protect
Defend me
All the
Time
'Cause He's my Champion
With Him my sins are gone
In Him there's mighty power
Many things helps me bear
'Cause He's my Champion
Jesus Christ is my King
He saves,for Him heart sing
Anything for me would do
'Cause He's my Champion
Through His Book we can grow
Two-thousand years ago came
And saved us from Hell's flame
'Cause He's my Champion
He died upon a tree...
And thru Him death just flee
I want to live thru Him
'Cause He's my Champion
Without Christ life is grim
Jesus sees "you" not sin
With Him, you always win
'Cause He's my champion;With Him my sins are gone.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,04,2014
"Candle of Hope" is a new poetry style, created by
Dorian Petersen Potter, (aka ladydp2000/ aka ladylove) on October 19,2009
The pattern for this style goes like this:
First start with the wick of the candle and that's 9 line in total.
Syllable count for the wick is: 1.2.3.4.5.4.3.2.1.
Then the body of the candle is 20 lines in total.
The syllable count is: 6 syllables in each line.
And the format is: A1,2,3,4,A1,6,7,8,A1,10,11,12,A1,14,15,16,A1,18,19,20.
The bottom,(line 21)that's the last line, at the end of candle(candleholder)consists
of 12 syllables and is composed from lines A1 and line 2.These two lines combined together form the base of the candle or candleholder.Now these two lines can be separated either by a period,semi-period or a comma.This is the poet's choice.
Rhyme is optional.
Subject:It must be either spiritual,uplifting or inspirational.
Thank you for reading.
Categories:
ladylove, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Concrete
(Italian Madrigal)
You need keep door open'd to love
Forgive past hurts,reach from above
Measure to His Word,God is love.
You need keep door open'd to life
At times get rid of your strife
His pure love is larger than life
Just don't give up on life but climb
God mercifully watches all time.
Your heart to love just keep open
Have faith!Believe!God past hurts mends.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,2,2014
Categories:
ladylove, change, forgiveness, god, heartbroken,
Form:
Rhyme
Colourification-- Vibgyor Romance.
Newly married,we flew in the valleys of Kashmir,
me,a man of words has promises to keep,
jetlegged,my slender,delicate ladylove rests,
the houseboat stirs with the bash of breeze,
moonlight magnolia tip toes to greet her,
mirthful lake dances with reflections of taupe trees,
incredible is my beauty queen,my flamingo in scarlet satin robe,
her malachite eyes hidden in her deep slumber,
her power rules over me,ever ready to dance to her tones,
me,so macho,sturdy yet so mellow,submissive,
chatreuse highlights of layered hair flap on her face partially,
fair skinned fingers get more radiant wearing the muave enamel,
wintry weather takes its toll on her fuchsia cheeks getting more dense,
lucky is the turquoise jardiniere on her bedside,
see,the naughty persimmon shellfish in the lake winks at me,
how i wish this moment could freeze,
for her evocative aura is more enchanting than her mould,
SHH! noisy ashy sandfly,my dulcimer,my romantic Ghazal sleeps.
Fiction
P.S...Tried something out of comfort zone..so plz excuse my mistakes.
Ghazal is an arabic name for females.It is also an arabic form of poetry.
1-white-magnolia 2- black-taupe 3-red-scarlet 4-green-malachite
5yellow-chatruese 6-purple-muave 7-pink-fuchsia 8-blue-turquoise
9-orange-persimmon 10-grey-ash.
Contest-Colourification
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Categories:
ladylove, appreciation, beauty, color, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
There was a fussy old toad, yes; some might call him, a curmudgeon, at soul.
When his ladylove died, he took it in stride, and sought someone else to pester.
Eventually, he came to our lake, and jumped on the Troll Bridge, quite blazon.
Trouble in his eyes, he met the trolls, eye for eye, and with strength, blustered.
“I’m King of the Hill”, he spat out, ignoring the clubs and frowns… all about.
Grandpa Troll looked at the toad, and got ready to do battle, quickly…at that.
I chimed in, “They’re renters my dear. You’ll have to fight me, it’s clear. So dropout.”
“And I’m too worn out, for a silly old toad, who jumps like a gnat, now, scat.”
“I’ll have this bridge”, he said, “I’ll fight you anywhere, so be very, greatly, prepared.”
“I’m worn-out”, I said, “But battle we will. I’ll win! So look where you tread, instead.”
I said,“You challenged me first, so I’ll pick the test, you’ll play Grandpa Troll at Chess”.
Amazement filled the toads eyes, but to my surprise, he took the bait. Rather smart.
Now Grandpa Troll is a whittler. “I’ll commission your own home bridge, if he loses.”
“At the end of the lake, you’ll have a home place. If you lose, you’ll learn to whittle!”
The old toad looked me over, and with a frown, then ask, “What good is whittling?”
“You could make a chess board like no other, Toads verses Trolls, in war forever!”
He agreed that was quite a stake! And knew he couldn’t lose, the old reprobate!
Still he haggled, to strike a better bargain, and he Hee Hawed around for more.
Now, Grandpa Troll had never lost a game. Still we upped the ante, just the same.
“If you lose, I’ll build you a home bridge… if you teach the youngun’s, chess, instead.”
Now, he was sold! So off they did go, playing chess and whittling, by the seasons.
You know, I’m trying to be a writer, but the interruptions seem to always get harder!
So as you can see… With situations and things such as these …
I’ll just have to keep trying harder, and harder…
Categories:
ladylove, adventure, funny, imagination, uplifting,
Form:
Light Verse
(Tercet)
You take my breath completely away
You mean the world to me, my love and
Only I have to gaze softly into your eyes
I rememb'r all the smiles upon your face
And when I'm sad I replay them in my mind
My heart savorin' every time I can't replace
Sometimes it seems I'm living just a dream
From which I don't want ever to wake up from
And when you're far 'way I just want to scream
'Cause life without you can never be the same
Love runs wild thru my veins like a roarin' fire
And my skin burns recurring just your name.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,05,2014
Categories:
ladylove, i love you, love,
Form:
Rhyme
(Monchielle)
Let wild horses run free
In mountains let them be
Release them let them go
Stop killing these horses
They are so scared you know.
Let wild horses run free
Don't divide mom from baby
Wild horses to be free
Let them run in mountain
Don't take freedom away.
Let wild horses run free
Let's join voices help horses
Take them where they belong
They truly need our help
Selling these horses wrong.
Let wild horses run free
Since small I love horses
I grew up watch them grow
Mustangs are beautiful
They're unique smart you know.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,05,2014
Categories:
ladylove, animal, environment, horse,
Form:
Rhyme