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Premium Member As Daylight Turns To Dusk

As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk

As daytime slowly comes to end, 
and twilight spreads across the sky; 
the stars in heavens thus ascend.
As daytime slowly comes to end, 
the birds in trees the night to spend,
for in the darkness do not fly;
as daytime slowly comes to end, 
and twilight spreads across the sky. 

After the sun sets
and darkness blankets the land
lovers start to play

Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land,
and daily chores have all been met.
Please kiss me when the sun has set;
make this a night to ne’er forget; 
all night fulfill our love’s demand.
Please kiss me when the sun has set, 
and darkness overtakes the land.

As darkness arrives
lovers cling to each other
love the night away


February 22, 2018
Poem of the Day - February 24, 2018

Premium Member The Unattended Field

“Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude.” 
                                 — Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro


Close, but close to what, he asks himself
to God, or to the end of things?
the question looms, an icy wind that stings
western sun belies the deathly chill within his bones
summit slain, an unread book upon the shelf

there is this urge that drives a man,
is hard to grasp and harder to expound -
the constant forward press that leaves each
dried, unquenched, though verdant green surrounds,
and yet, to feel within one’s core, the source just out of reach

frozen by fear of somehow missing out, his
carcass now grows cold, a mind adrift, in search
of times of youth and days of old -
a man possessed will rid these thoughts no sooner than a
leopard sheds his spots

No real concern is given to the
one who comes behind, who likewise seeks -
has he a thought of how his end will be
explained? to whom? they either understand or know not
what lies just ahead beyond this snowy peak

the sadness of the unattended field such sown - the
leopard lives and dies alone, but for the joys of spring
was this Creator’s plan for us? i don’t think so -
seeking, He’s found in places pressed and low,
at heights, without, does but exhaustion bring

that one might scale the highs, seek out, explore - 
altitude, we find, a perfect metaphor
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Magical Ocean Hs

waves gently caress
washing ashore sea treasures ~
beach scavenger hunt

a flock of seagulls
swoop and steal beach crustaceans ~
crab delicacy

a warm ocean breeze
wafts of beach roses and brine ~
sweet salty essence

dark ocean water
dance and reflect in moonlight ~
a calming cadence

the magical ocean beach ~
hidden beauty within reach

5/10/23
Contest: Haiku Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joanna Daniel
(Syllables checked with howmanysyllables)


Premium Member Be a Candle-POTD

nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
       leftovers 
                     of 
       last night
    plateful of 
  unsaid
words, 
a 
 tablecloth 
  of rapier-sharp 
           folds
                 &
            fireplace 
     dying 
to be 
     kept 
           alive 

sensitive 
      hearts 
           feel
             powerful 
                          in 
            mundane
        rain 
    pelting 
petals
    think 
           of 
              others

when eating
       remember 
             pigeon 
                 food
when fighting
     remember 
             seeking 
                   peace
paying water-bill
      remember
           cloud-nursed
when homecoming
       remember  
            homeless 
                 campers
 when sleeping 
     counting stars
               remember
                      sleepless, 
               roofless
         foodless
    healthless
hopeless
                     be a candle 
                            in 
                         dark 

snow 
  mixed 
      drizzle ...
        dust-covered 
man 
    holds 
       hand
          of daughter
             dying 
                slowly
                under 
           slabs 
           of 
   concrete
life 
     illusion
         dream
           swoon
       ecstasy
oblivion

1st Place Contest Winner

Written: February 14, 2023

YOUR SELECTION AGAIN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand

NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member End Times

As the gold leaves on the ginkgo fall,
Upon the cold autumn earth.
I think how the winter winds
Sound, as they whip as if in mirth.

Winter is upon us, cold lies ahead.
Can we bear the storms of aging?
I can't help but those dread.
Sometimes I feel like raging.

Dear Lord Jesus, give me strength,
To face and handle each day given.
Help me be the kind of person,
That will be delighted in heaven.

Not just for the reward of gold streets
Nor of the river that flows
And, oh! that tree of life
Food for the body and soul

For the reward of meeting Jesus
And see those Christians gone before.
The awesome sound of the heavenly choir
As they sing original lines, set to a new score.

Oh!! To have love in my heart
A kind of love I have never known before.
To feel a part of a group of people, 
Whose love does not keep score.

Premium Member Night’s Serenade - revised

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Premium Member dog

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© Len Gasun  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Green-Eyed Woman

In winter’s grasp, an aging woman stands 
Emerald eyes like jewels gleam 
Slightly touched by the passing of time
But a lifetime etched 'pon her wrinkled hands. 

Her pressured youth has long passed 
Yet grace and compassion are retained 
Wisdom gained through joys and tears 
Reflected in those eyes pine-green untamed 

Shamrock eyes, deep stories they hold 
Many sheltered secrets remain 
Tales of love and loss will forever bind 
Her heart to truth that is tamed 

Behind those eyes, a universe unfolds 
A journey filled with triumph, joy and fears 
Like ancient trees, their roots forever hold 
Essence of her dreams throughout the years

Premium Member lips of midnight

I k i s s 
      the lips 
               of 
           midnight
& sigh a 
     verse 
of your heat...

  how must 
     I hold myself 
 from 
        f
         e
          e 
           l
           i
           n
           g 
     your dusk
with warm wet words 
as this quill
               quickens
to tongue-tease, 
         twist it
  deep into your
    throbbing heart
  longing,
    craving,
         aching, 
 for I want every 
part of your metaphor 
        in my mouth  
               ~  to be mine ~ 
     Inking me 
         softly but firmly
until dawn 
      learns to release
  its 
    gold 
          in 
          honeyed hues...

Premium Member Last Breath

. Family                                         Gathers
.    friends                                     arrive
.     flowers                                  fade
.        voices                               soften
.           hands                           reach
.           fingers                        touch
.                 tears                   glisten
.                   eyes                meet
.                 breaths           ebb
.                         lips         tremble
.                  breathing   slows
.                       LAST BREATH
.                    stillness   settles
.                    silence       listens
.                  ripples           widen
.                  faces                paused
.           sunlight                    softens
.      memories                        re-surface
.  half-smiles                            through tears
.          grief                                 embraced
.  thankful                                    we're here
. coming                                        together
.  Love                                             Remains

Premium Member The sun needs a savior

But, what if the sun, too, needs a savior?
Like an eternal gem that beams
upon dreary dawns set upon her,
draining every heavy lampshade
of stars within spheres.
A savior eternal, dawns on heavy stars…










~ Inspired by the poem "Sun too needs a savior"  posted: 8/22/2023

Best Comments Writers!

List of best twenty comments writers, in the last three years in PS!
Monoku poem.

Best active comments writers in PS, in the last three years, based on my personal reading, in aliphatic order are:
Andrea Dietrich.
Arthur Vaso.
Beryl Edmonds.
Brandy Nicole.
Daniel Henry Rodgers.
Darlene De Beaulieu.
Hiya Sharma.
I Am Anaya.
Ink Empress.
Jan Allison.
Joanna Daniel.
Karen Jones.
Kim Rodrigues.
Nette Onclaud.
Paige Hind.
Paula Goldsmith.
Sotto Poet.
Tania Kitchin.
Tom Cunningham.
Valsa George.

Premium Member Hammock of Wind

a seed I am, my silky hair loose without band.
a voyager on a hammock of wind-
drifting up and down with no compass to direct.
the sky warmly greets, nothing to obstruct.

I carry no heavy burden or luggage
if I plunge on land, I will manage,
to tether my roots deep down,
into soil to be reborn a thistledown.

Premium Member Keeping Mum

Reindeer wait
   by the pane
I see shapes


A present!
   Santa thinks
I’m asleep 



Smells like mum 
   lent Santa 
her perfume...  ?
© Sneha Rv  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member If I Were Your Smartphone

If I was your smartphone
You would talk to me for hours
If I was your smartphone
You would hold me and make sure I was safe
If I was your smartphone
You would keep me close and check on me often
If I was your smartphone
You would trust me and ask me for help
If I was your smartphone
You would rely on and be grateful for me
If I was your smartphone
You would be excited when I sought your attention
If I was your smartphone 
You would make sure my battery was charged
If I was your smartphone
You would play games with me and think I was fun
If I was your smartphone
You would whisper into my ear and share your secrets
If I was your smartphone 
Imagine all the wonderful times we would share 
If only
I was your smartphone

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