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Premium Member Adieu Until I See You In Heaven - Emotive Write

I know your spirit is finally free 
when I scattered your ashes yesterday 
Cancer has taken you away from me 
solitude is now the price I must pay 

When I scattered your ashes yesterday 
I said adieu to the love of my life 
Solitude is now the price I must pay 
I’m now a widow, no longer a wife 

I said adieu to the love of my life 
I look to heaven and I question why 
I’m left a widow, no longer a wife 
as seagulls circle in bright azure sky 

I look to heaven and I question why 
cancer has taken you away from me 
As seagulls circle in bright azure sky 
I know your spirit is finally free 


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No Sign of a Whine, a Smiling Mother

My heart I set on a dear companion
the cherished imprint on my soul, profound
how safe I felt in a tough kind bosom!
though I ceased to touch and see, tightly bound.

***
Sweet and pleasant, that huge effort and toil
no sign of a whine, a smiling mother
whims she would swallow, our feast wouldn't spoil
the feel of having her, like no other!

***
A glance at my eyes, she would read my heart
"ignore the pain, you have to dig your mine"
her persona, to me she would impart
how could I be without the whole of mine!

***
One tear of joy.. one other of woe
in time of grief, she had a bride to wed
her head bowing to what's to life a foe
I'm that one whose dad in wedding time dead.

***
No sign of a whine! her soul valiant
her words I retain, "I'm a woman of worth"!
how she longed for life! hers was transient
"recite me holy words.. I'm back to earth".

***
A companion when I recall, I learn
a woman, the world of books didn't know
of impressive drive, much she would discern
mother, the one I am, to you I owe.

Premium Member Michael

A wilted violet bows its pretty purple head,
Like me it has no energy as sorrow pleads.
My love, once so pure and vibrant now is dead.
My heart filled with passion, stilled, it bleeds.

I cannot bring him back though it would seem
I sometimes find him young and happy still,
So alive and handsome in a treasured dream.
If only I could conjure those dreams at will.

I often think that I can feel his spirit near,
With knocking sounds and blinking lights.
Late eves or early morn I hear his voice so clear.
I try so hard to connect with him those nights.

Sometimes I hold his watch and other things
I feel they retain vibrations of his energy.
I think of him surrounded by angel wings
And I know he is at peace with family.

10-07-21

This poem is about my husband Michael who passed away July 29, 2020
My son Robby passed away recently May 29, 2021 he was 44

I wrote a blog about my stepson Michael Jr. who is now in a nursing home slowly getting better thanks to all of your prayers. I know it seems confusing. 

**Thank you very much Team Poetry Soup for the honor of POTD 
Oct. 9, 2021**


Premium Member The Ballad of Poet Destroyer

"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

An advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy-paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD

Premium Member Hidden Memories

I reach onto the bookshelf 
Carefully removing the photograph album from the top shelf

We nestle together on the sofa
I slowly turn over the pages
Yellowing photographs that capture precious moments frozen in time

Suddenly you become animated
Hidden memories begin to return …
We laugh as you recall stories from the past

You lovingly stroke the faces of those now long gone
Wishing they were there by your side for real
Tears fill your green eyes as you reach out and gently squeeze my hand

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Sweet Breeze

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.


Lonesome Love

For where is the love that I seek,
My soul searches deeper still…
Hearts hibernating in mystique,
I surrender to its wavering will…

Looking up to sapphire skies,
May it rain pearls of passion…
Tears that fall from elusive eyes,
Are saved as reminiscent ration…

May I find your love in galaxies gold,
Your sculptural smile behind the veil…
Marooned to your mesmerizing mold
Lost at sea to your sequestered sail…

Can lonesome love eternally exist,
Where kept kisses are forever missed.





Dec.31.2019
2019 best sonnet 
Sponsored by: John Hamilton

Placed 3'rd & POTD...Thank You

Premium Member Untouched Orchard

She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a queen
waiting for the 
return of her king.

Beneath splitting dusks,
above wicked woodlands 
of weathered grim dreams,
personified pomegranate seeds
drip in sangria sins 
that feed her fears and lies
from familiar chalices,
but below the streams of
poetic gardens,
raspberry rivers taste
sweeter than honeydew melons. 

Cosmos decipher
her destiny designed
for a silhouette emblazoned 
in tarnished trinkets, 
But there's nothing left
In her shining throne 
that reflects in sorrow
like a tombstone
adorned with tilted 
tulips and wilted roses 
in a ruined wilderness.
All that remains is 
a crown that lays
amongst ebony
and bones covered in
cobwebs coated in 
memories and hurt.
Her tears swiftly freeze
into frost glazed lakes
holding the last breeze
of mourning dunes
searching for a valley
with his finest tune,
but empty chambers below
her feet echo with ghosts
of his rhymes,
as pantoums tangle in the
paralyzed streaks of 
her golden hair.
She sits in silence listening to the wind
carrying wicked witches
and mythological stones,
Hearing the tale
of beloved cities separated 
by unforgiving constellations.

If eternity can be illustrated
with calligraphic scriptures,
this poetic saga will reveal
immortal affections
through metaphors that 
stretch beyond medieval
manuscripts of an 
infinite infatuation.

Lonely

Reaching for your hand 
but knowing you have gone
I hear the birds begin to sing
their early morning song
Yearning for to stroke again 
your shiny chemo head
but now your empty pillow 
beside me lies instead
As I awake this morning
alone inside my bed
my heart is truly breaking 
for so many lonely years
and that is why this morning
I have shed so many tears...


Written 6th April 2019

Contest Favourite Poem From Last Week March 31st to April 6th 2019
Sponsor Lu Loo 
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Sponsor Brian Strand
7th place in Premier contest

Number One in 100 Best New Poems list for the month - 4th May 2019

Contest 'L' contest old or new
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FIRST PLACE

Premium Member Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams

Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares
as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips
in a photo stained sepia with my tears -
a thousand words spoken through my fingertips;

wishing you to be the breeze teasing my hair
or the sun on my skin after its eclipse,
let mare’s tails twine us in a heavenly kiss --
cinnamon stirs my bittersweet reminisce.


Susan Ashley
May 9, 2019


~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 2
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~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Favourite Poem From May, 2019
Sponsor: Julia Ward


~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: May 2019 Premiere (Max 8 Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand


*Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance resembles that of a horse’s tail*

Premium Member Another Quiet Saturday Night

Another quiet Saturday night...
the silence is deafening
as I sit alone lost in my thoughts.

I feel a chill in the air...
raindrops are gently tapping
against the window panes of my heart
like teardrops gently falling from heaven.

I hear soft sounds…
in the background music is playing
muted notes of faded melodies
as my thoughts drift through
the muted dreams of our faded love.

My mind wanders back in time...
recalling summer nights so long ago
when only the August moon
knew of the passions we shared,
passions forever etched
in the memories of my mind.

I look around the room...
seeing only shadows of ghosts
cast upon the walls of my dreams
in the stillness of this lonely night.

I wonder if…
you are also lost in the silence of
another quiet Saturday night.


October 1, 2020

Poem of the Day - October 2, 2020

Premium Member The Tempest In Your Heart

O daughter of thunder, slayer of dragons (and of men's hearts), why do you hurt me so? For which sin must I reside in this purgatory of despair, this abyss which allows me no peace nor ray of hope? If I were to serenade you with a sorrowful song might I be forgiven, or would your spite remain? Like an inferno that ravages a man's flesh and scatters his ashes to the four winds, the heat of your wrath torments me to no end.

Remember, please, the days of old when trust informed our friendship and lush lyrical gardens were ours to frolic about and delight in. I pine for your touch, your gentle stroke upon my brow, the tender poesy whispered in my ear that brought me to my knees, weeping. This solitude is worse than enduring a hundred hells. If I were to fly across the sea to where you are, would you still forsake me? How I abhor this isolation, this insanity which haunts me in my dreams. I call but you do not answer, your silence more deafening than the horn of battle.

I beg you, end this pain. Let us enjoy sweet society once more. Sing to me a lilting lullaby, bring my troubled spirit peace. O daughter of thunder, speak poetic words of comfort and I shall welcome you back with open arms... 

or will this wicked tempest in your heart last for all eternity?


*image not mine
© Tom Woody  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Day You Died, I Did Too, Mother






There was something in you that magically sparkled.
A light that brightened each corner
of this world.
And when you died, that light was
snuffed out.
And no...it never returned!

I tried so many ways to make my life
a kaleidoscope of love again.
But a Mother cannot be replaced, not
even with this pen.
You hope you turn a corner, and maybe,
just maybe,she will be right there
But the soft summer breeze tells you,
Her breath and kisses are indeed, gone
forever, never again!

I am fully cognizant that not all mothers
are the same.
Many adults have shared with me, no,
they did not love their mother.
It shows in who they are, unable to
appreciate any another.

Mom loved everyone, we all her children
were.
When I walked Maria down the aisle,
wrapped was I in her mink stole.
It was like being wrapped in her arms
again, made of love, the finest of spun
gold!


             8/29/2021
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Premium Member Now and Then

Now And Then

My heart still thinks about you – Now and Then --
My arms still want to hold you – Now and Then –
And, even though I know you’re gone,
Your mem’ry just keeps hanging on
And I still think about you – Now and Then.

My friends all ask about you – Now and Then.
I tell them I still see you – Now and Then.
 Though you have someone to take my place,
When I close my eyes I see your face –
And your mem’ries, they still haunt me – Now and Then.
 
My heart keeps on rememb’ring
How much I loved you so –
And though I know it’s over –
My heart just won’t let go.

And, when I think about you – Now and Then.
 I always see a love that should have been.
My life will never be the same
‘Cause I’m always haunted by your name –
Each time I think about you – Now and Then.
Yes, I still think about you, Now and Then.
© John Posey  Create an image from this poem.

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Violet tulips
Each petal flips, another
Memory of you

©Drake J. Eszes

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