Best Let Poems
When twilight sighs blushing cobalt skies
And evening dons purple on sienna brown
As rainbow colors sprout blazing horizon
And scarlet winds echo intimate bird-songs
Beckoning sensuality of two loving hearts;
Meet me my love, doting illuminant stars--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
When night adorns constellations above
And moonlit desires glisten your aura
Arousing titillation of your sensuous eyes
Hold me in bliss of your hypnotic trance
As you come closer invoking Shangri-la;
Greet me my love, seducing my response--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
As fantasies blossom in odyssey of dreams
Seeking sanctuary in paradise of ecstasy,
Courting our story in flirtatious melodies
When you strum beats of fervid symphony
Enunciating words to lyrics of our revelry;
Kiss me my love, crooning tunes of its ballad--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
Satiated now, snuggling bosom of dawn
Gladly we rejoice its affectionate applause
Pleading longingly for these feelings to last
Igniting their flame for one more glance
As we woo fervor of enchanting euphoria;
Cuddle with me my love, answering its call--
Let passions waltz in music of romance.
June 28, 2020
Poem of the day on June 30, 2020
Placed 1st: Sensuality poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
When fallacious friends fail and break you in two
let me be the one-
to help you feel worthy and whole
And when slithering serpents slander your name
let me be the one-
to defend it and stand by your side
When your lioness libido lets loose
let me be the one-
to send you to the moon and beyond (again and again)
And when tender tears of joy trickle softly
let me be the one-
to share in those moments of bliss
When worrisome woes of this world drag you down
let me be the one-
to offer you hope and a dream
And when dismal depression ends in collapse
let me be the one-
to rise up and set you on high
Yes, my love, let me be the one
to be your always
and everything-
forever
*simple Sunday scribble
A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for e x p r e s s i n g my soul-
For I have l o n g e d for this passion to continue for eternity,
and at my worst is when my journal seems to be full.
LET my pen proclaim my adoration for only my heart-
Let my verses s c r e a m my insight for only my eyes to see.
If there are souls who would like to t e a r my words apart,
then I shall sit back and let it go calm and quietly.
No other can determine MY worth as a poetess,
I am who I am and happen to appreciate my benediction.
Tonight I will s o f t l y lay in bed and sincerely digress
on the meaning of what my QUILL bestows without restriction.
I may not be famous or hold a popular moment in the light,
I may not be the best at every l i t t l e thing that I do-
I can sure be stubborn and I’ll admit, not always right,
but s e r v i n g my internal purpose I shall ALWAYS continue.
My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen.
I have become a woman with whom has great worth.
Then please tell me why I seem to get so upset when
I am condemned for what I WRITE when feeling mirth?
I am a child of God who pours sunshine upon every word I write,
though there may be others who don’t see the value in every word-
I will no longer be losing any more p e a c e f u l sleep at night,
and I will continue to write just for me, EVEN IF UNHEARD.
*Dedicated to a beautiful and wise poetess who taught me to write for myself. Thank you sweet lady...*
Original contest: Poem of the Day
Date Judged: April 25, 2019
Date written: September 19, 2016
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Let me own the Night
Let the others play on bright sun-filled days,
in song and merriment, play on.
Let me own the shadows that seep into your soul,
yet still promise hold, a promise of sleep 'til dawn.
With the morning pray.., bring them on gilded and gossamer wings,
for bright is their future with warmth of everlasting hope, and hearts lifted.
I long to be as cold and silent as a blanket of new fallen snow,
to spin webs, translucent, with life ebbing and borne of tragic past.
When, at last, clouds part and ominous foreboding dread flees,
into the corners, hiding..sinless, without remorse or regret.
Let me own this cloak, beautiful as rough-hewn stone,
I no longer seek acceptance, nor call another's fate my own.
May Calliope sing and lull them to a blissful place, redemption their's to keep,
for it was always said that it must be so.
I will continue to turn away from the calamity of the sun,
for what's left unsaid remains unsaid, what's left undone, undone.
No tears will be shed that will be seen where shadows lie,
the dark will hold them, it would seem, and so shall I.
If I let my mind meander -
like a river backwards through time -
past rocks and turbulent waters
and also through the calm times
when the surface of that river was smooth as glass -
I go further back to a time
when my life flowed like a stream,
less complex and rolling on with hope.
Always, though, I end up at the source -
at that place of splendid sweetness
where the water was a clear fresh spring
bursting forth to feed the passion
of a glorious waterfall.
And always I remember you, sweet darling,
as the shimmer of the sunlight
on that fresh and sparkling mountain spring.
April 2, 2017
For More To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Let me be the wind
So everyone can hear
Fill me up with sun rays
To brighten the days
Let me be the flower
Chosen to be picked
Carried with a smile
Then shared for a while
Reach me with reason
So I can understand
For when my mind is clear,
What runs away is fear
Then, what’s left is faith
Strong as the mountains
Unwavering strength
To reach such great length
Heidi Sands
5/26/19
On Christmas day before he died,
I went home to visit my dad.
The house was full of family,
our mood was quite somber and sad.
We drifted in and out the room,
where he lay dying in his bed.,
Each of us sharing memories,
saying the words that needed said.
Those last days perhaps the hardest,
as death became reality.
We made the promise to ourselves,
to hold on to his memories.
We were grasping for any hope,
all my brothers, sisters, and me.
We had not yet convinced ourselves,
it was time to let him be free.
Be free to hunt that long coon hunt,
that will never come to an end.
To dance his jig among his friends,
to lie beside his wife again.
Goodbye my beloved father,
in my heart you will always be.
Place a kiss on my mother’s cheek,
and tell her that it is from me.
Suspended like a lemon drop
on the tongue of night
the moon melts—
there was a child who eyed the sky
through his black lashes crows did fly
Haze, ever present,
on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images
sweet beginnings
the howls of wolf—
the warmth of blood.
a teddy bear he held to him
Ma said the wolf cried—let me in
Fireflies fly near the
sparkler’s
spinning
lamplight
bathes his white blanket in blue.
under the cover he runs boohoo
after all he was only two!
*2 rhythms- free verse & rhyming couplets
Eternity within your grasp
My plea? To undo the clasp
Let Desire wash away
Tomorrow and yesterday
Every other thought and dream
Meaningless I make them seem
Had you let the floodgates go
Oh, what pleasure you would know
But you let the moment pass
Tranquility came softly by
Sweet promise with you to lie
A scent full of serenity
Permeating entity
It caressed your very skin
But you didn’t let it in
No, you let the moment pass
Passion demands obeisance
Set to conquer your essence
In fevered pitch of a storm
To tempt you in every form
Fantasies of every kind
Unleashed frenzy of the mind
Transformed into what is real
But you were afraid to feel
To be tossed around and worn
To be completely reborn
Pounded by a wanton need
Every craving to be freed
Coaxed to burst into flame
But fear made your wild heart tame
And you let the moment pass
Love came knocking at your door
To bequeath a kiss and more
Calling in angelic chime
Faithful pledge denying time
Bonding of a soul to soul
Golden chance to become…whole
Promise true to last and last
But you let the moment pass
Now you beg and kneel to pray
For Him to open the way
You cajole powers that be
Somehow to change destiny
Before that moment to stand
Hold it safely in your hand
To seize me, the source of these
Let passion and love to please
To capture that golden time
Where all could fall into rhyme
Oh, my love, it will not be
My broken heart cannot see
My way through the halls of time
When I begged to make you mine
And now, my love, alas, alas
I must let this moment pass
In tears I let this moment……..P A S S
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
My friend, put a pause on throwing punches.
There's no use holding on to petty grudges.
It's much easier to breathe with feuds ended.
Always accept an olive branch, if extended.
It doesn't matter the cause of dissension;
Douse the scorching flame of contention.
Forget who threw the poison dart first.
Avoid fueling the fire with an outburst.
Give who wronged you chance to make amends.
No sir, you two don't have to become friends.
Don't worry yourself with friendship plans.
You don't even have to meet or shake hands.
Toss your ego aside and be the bigger person;
Resolve brewing hostilities lest they worsen
And simply just let bygones be bygones.
They are only pros to doing so, no cons.
Rivulets of crimson blood
Ooze tantalisingly from the gaping wound on her neck
He drinks hungrily, savouring every salty drop
Dracula wraps his black cape around his shoulders
Fleeing in the moonlight to his crypt in the churchyard.
07~25~16
Crimson Contest Sponsored by Royal Ninja
let me live in each moment
and feel the whispering of an endless love,
as it holds me silently in its warm embrace . .
- i am captivated -
simply swept away, by your amazing grace
it happened once upon a time,
in the harmony of words;
as the playful touch of a gentle breeze -
touched all of me,
i am free
and my heart found peace in the soothing symphony,
of everlasting bliss-
yes, my world cradles around you
so let me live in your heart forever,
and these tiny seconds that caress;
the whispering of an endless love
__________
~ because i want to be your everything ~
* a little romantic scribble *
Authors note: Endless Love - the piano version I had playing while I wrote this, as it set a beautiful mood for me. While reading these words, it needs to be playing in the background. Only if you choose to, you don't have to.
Also, there are many poems that I have written that are my favorite. This is one of them.
I like writing in lower case sometimes, as it is like a whisper upon the page.
Notice how the birds sing long after we listen.
We oft’ are engulfed with our trampoline thoughts.
With gossiping beaks, they chirp and they flap.
We mimic their tweets, in our minds, as we beat
out the negativity of tenacious tumbleweed and burrs.
When wings catch the air - either we can’t breathe
or we catch commonsense & attempt a sound mind landing.
The canal, closest to the great outdoors, detects signals
of the sweetest sounds, beckoning the eavesdropper -
reminders of a mother’s cradle drop; will we fly?
Let go; indeed fly. Flap those wings. Give it a try, baby bird.
All ‘round, the spellbound flight of robins, bluejays, sparrows.
I could smell and sense
the showers coming in the air
with an approaching storm.
I inhale this
light little scent of heaven.
The rain will never dampen my spirits.
No umbrella for me tonight.
But, I don't mind,
I'll walk in the rain.
I savor this
sweet little taste of heaven.
The flavor is cool and refreshing,
with a purity
that is almost indescribable.
It is cleansing to my soul,
I can feel it
washing away my cares,
and making it okay to smile, again.
I experience this
gentle little caress of heaven.
When it soaks through
my jacket and my jeans.
My shoes splash
in the rain
with every step that I take.
I can hear it
tap dancing on the rooftops,
with invisible feet.
The streetlights
reflect on the wet pavement,
in pools of gold and silver.
The neon signs blink,
red and yellow,
blue and green.
Like drips of paint,
it puddles on the street.
Bringing color
to where there was none before,
only a flood of gray.
Now there is a palette
of fragrances to absorb.
Creating almost a rainbow
in the nighttime.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
November 11th, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "Fragrance Of Rain"