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If My Love For You Was Greater

if my love for you was any greater the trees would  line up in poetic forms ...awe you in sonnets written... ...part...to allow winds to cool your face...  to trace it with natures hand. all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise, supercharge the breath of my emotion. mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy. even the arid deserts serve up fruits,  their prickly pears peeled on a platter. sunset would pause and sunrise hurry... ...exist in a paradox to herald your presence. petals would climb their stems  regroup to bloom again. butterflies re-cocoon  emerge as glorious fairies  for all children to adore. the skies would willingly  shape, etch,  paint,   frame my exuberance. the planet would swell, the galaxies expand. in the endless depth  of my singular love  i hold you dear, safely contain you  in my admiring smile, for now, forevermore. 16~10~2014 Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes. 
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginable. Made to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined.  It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.


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April 27 2015
The Gardener





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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Midnight Secret

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
        FANTASY 

Camouflage in lace, 
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin 
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air  - Arouse 
   every sexual intention inside
Without a care, 
I'm lost in the moment,

Every feeling at this point,
   feels erotically insane, 
In a seductive way--
  the night whispers my name, 
A freedom flight - into the night.
                            (Like the wind)
 
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world 
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight

Circles in motion, 
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion, 
I touch myself gently, 
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around, 
The night echoes a whimpering sound, 
Embracing the secrets inside 
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly. 
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips - 
Satisfaction complete! 
Back into the realm of dreams. 
~Tonight~

:)


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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In The Stars

       Written in The Stars 

-----------------------------------------
Two hearts bleached by the sun
        A poem's - fallen wish
               The Love 
            Of A Life Time
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Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
Two hearts stitched by the constellation
Under the moon's glow 
   You and I
Gazing up into the Starry Sky

This night we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight 
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen......While......The God's Whisper!

What Is Love? 
They asked
A wish so gently by the stars 
Greeting young couples heart 
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of an old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment 

-Aster Flares-
Intrigued by sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich- 
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in the world owned by the stars
A most unfortunate turn of events, 
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn 
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful-- 
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Reading notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat


Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul, making love a part of light
Permanent illusion
Fireflies Flaring up 
A passion that last longer than a moment

Each  zodiac unfolds
The stars tell you, who you are 
Gaze upon the eternity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor 
They will bow
Sunset and the evening star, 
"My Star Of Love" 
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars tonight,
For somewhere out there 
I read about YOU in a poem.

By; PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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Under the Stars

Breathtaking
    poetic passions,
         lavender skies
             in the gloaming.

The lure of lavender
     reflections,
          the heavens are open.
                Suddenly,
                       crystal rain.

What
    a divine cascade~
         romantic waters,
             dazzling
                  bodies of light
                       starbright!

Tranquility
     on becoming enlightened.
          Autumn's breeze~
               windsongs~
                     Luna's light...

Oh my love
      it is quiet tonight,
            hold me
                  under the stars.

A glimpse of heaven,
      a place of enchantment,
           anima mystique~
                always you.

Oh poet,
     behind closed eyes,
           my soul belongs to you.

You are so beautiful
     amour,
          many lifetimes
                in the shadows.

The wonders of love,
      divine inspiration
           under the stars.

Seasonal dance
     tonight.


12-13-17 


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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My Heart Will Go On

POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No time to dwell ~ She must make haste
Long afore the sun breaks on the morrow 
A day surely portent of wrath?

                                                    Freedom is in her hands tonight
                                         Release from a tyrannical father
                        A personage demanding unquestioned obedience

Movements morph into shapes ~ her father’s vicious hounds
Bred to kill ~ Caesar and Brutus
                ~ A chill tingling ripple runs up her spine~   
Baying ~ salivating ~ jumping high
                ~ Raring for release from muzzles and leashes
Tugged hard by camouflaged hands they jerk back disgruntled
Ferociously they sniff at the scent of blood drawing nigh               

Dear God … He knows their plan to elope …
They wait in the shadows Julius ~ his servant ~ she has sensed him Creeping ~ Listening ~ Following Stealthily comes her lover careful not to snap the twigs in the brush Caution yet eagerness in his gazelle like stride None the less the man marked for death defies a terror inside And an overwhelming trepidation she cannot hide
She must alert him of the danger ahead
Love thinks not with logic but with the mind of impulse Caution him she must ~ her father’s hunting gun will suffice God lend her wings she prays as down the wooden stairs she flies A scheme to foil a scheme in haste ~ is never easy to devise
With hands fumbling and trembling convulsively She lifts the weighty gun off the rack Snapping back the catch taking aim she fires upward Up into the midnight sky
Ka Boom ~ They hear in the darkness The errant bullet whistling through the air Misinterprets its mission Striking metal it ricochets Ka Boom ~ Fate changes its pathway of plans well laid An exchange for saving his life finding another target It embeds in her soft white flesh Extinguishing her burning shining light instead
Only he seems to hear that heart rendering surprised note in her scream Unmistakeable in Death ~ a melancholy hopelessness through that unfulfilled cry Tapering down to the whispering echoing sigh lies the ghostly warning Turn back! Turn back or you will die! Heedless to the unshackling of the muzzles, Mindless to the release of the constraining leads Sightless to the vicious hounds that to him streak ~ and Fearless of the cowardice measured by their evil deeds
With his Heart and Soul aflame and bleeding he races Screaming to his fallen Rose ~ indifferent for his own life Directly into their line of fire
Oh vengeful Nemesis carry their last piteous cries away ~ tarry naught Naught for unrepentant men who gloat at a mission complete Ignorant yet of the tragedy that awaits in the house on the hill Leaving their hounds to stay by the lifeless prey ~
Reward for the blood of the kill
The Broken Man Weeps The sun sets an angry red The aura round the moon glows a crimson hue The Broken Man Sobs While On her Grave An unwatered Rose Flourishes and grows Atoned by his tears instead
Footnote: I have always wanted to write a tragic love story – I’ve chosen the Title of the Poem ‘My Heart will Go On’ to highlight that the heart of the Rose, albeit somewhat vengeful, still ‘goes on’ seeking atonement. The melancholy music ‘Titanic’ simply accentuates this tragedy and has no connection to this story - I trust you have enjoyed this piece. Video Clip: 2 CELLOS Luka Sulic and Hauser


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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ONLY EVER WITH YOU

O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U Only ever with you, I love to have and hold into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold; into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold; only ever with you, I yearn to grow old... Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush Only ever with you my being wants to attach as first step already taken to our primrose path Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point Stars and moon may leave the dark skies yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes day and night, I see the rising sunrise. Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity. Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity. Mindless to whatever is there in humanity Only ever with you... _______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015 ©O. E. Guillermo 5:32 pm, February 26, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015


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The day I became a poet

I remember the day I became a poet.

In the magnificence of the submerging sun,
I glanced upon her admiring its majesty.
Amidst hues of clementine and lilac,
her image cast a shadow so serene.

My heart began to flutter like a butterfly,
floating towards her - 
finally free from the chambers of my cocoon.
Like a silk scarf, scarlet petals wove a path,
aromatising footsteps that led to her.

Who could this mysterious lady be,
that had humbled such a hardened heart?
Although strangers, it felt as our souls
had known each other for eternity.

In twinkling twilight, I could see 
pieces of the moon illuminating through her eyes.
How could I forget how the reflection of her smile 
invited me to wander willingly into her heart.

Like nocturnal nightingales adrift in the night,
we sang sensual melodies not heard before.
Sensations felt from her soft satin skin
remain a euphoric timeless memory.

Seduced within the substance of soulful desires,
her enchanted essence became my first poem -
the purity of her existence my eternal poetry.

Silent One
19 March 2018


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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THE BELLE OF THE BALL

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My dress is made of fine peach coloured lace Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face The lights in the room cast a romantic glow My first ever ball; I must go with the flow The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune Ladies and gentlemen glide round the room I stand on the sidelines I am oh so very shy Then a dashing young man catches my eye I smile at him, then I coyly avert my eyes I find him so handsome; that I cannot disguise He reaches tenderly for my awaiting hand We move to the dance floor; oh it is so grand His arm wrapped around my tiny waist We dance to the music, there is no haste So full of excitement at the hope of romance I float round the room at my very first dance At the end of the dance he bows down low My heart is aflutter I hope this does not show He leads me gently to the side of the room Sweet roses enchant us, we smell their perfume Time flies by so fast and we dance all night He looks in my green eyes and to my delight Whispers so gently those words I long to hear You simply are the belle of the ball my dear He reaches out gently and kisses my hand My first ever ball has been oh so grand Sadly now it is time for me to depart I bid adieu to the man who has stolen my heart 11~15~14


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014


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Unwritten ink

There you were - dancing,
unaware of the intense rain.
Despite grey clouds grimacing,
your radiant glamour enticed emotions.

Emeralds and sapphires shimmered
through those luminous eyes.
First glimpse of your warm smile,
saw suppressed symphonies resonate 
with each beat of my heart.  

Not all poetry is for everyone's eyes,
so we read each other in silence.
Unwritten ink dyed our skin,
as the pen lost control,
carving our names within
timeless beloved ballads.
Two souls scribbling secret sonnets, 
easing restless chambers of our minds.

Naturally beautiful like nature,
our evergreen love blossomed.
As we wandered within utopia's oasis,
our feet kissed sun blessed paths,
leading to passionate pastures.

There is no transcript,
to our epic love story,
it will forever remain an
unpublished manuscript.

Simple Musing
Silent One
11 September 2018


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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Honeymoon Serenade

Just as the moon rises each night and even as snow is caressed by its light, then glowing, I'll rise, becoming your dawn, your curved sleeping form to smile upon. With eyes like bright stars, I then will embrace the landscape of you, each small line on your face. And surely you’ll mirror my worshiping glow, for I am your moon and you are my snow. I’ll keep shining down with each breath you take. May I blaze in your dreams before you awake. And barely I’ll whisper, “Keep sleeping, my dear.” Your faithful beloved, I’ll always be here. For Silent One's the 'Romantic poem' Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012


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On One Knee

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if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016





Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016


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Immortal poetic lyrics

Pondering prophetic legacies of timeless lovers, my heart yearned for a province lavished with perennial passion. Searching for an enchanted perfect petal, I wandered within the flower garden of infatuation. Marigolds shone, smiling among mellow yellow roses, but their fair friendly fragrance could not quench my thirst. In the distance, a silhouette of the rarest red rose beamed, her dulcet aromatic ambience summoned my soul closer. Upon the first sight of my beloved's subtle innocent eyes, my mind drifted to a place where time did not exist. Without a word, her radiance illuminated my whole existence, like a butterfly admiring pulchritudinous petals - it was pure paradise. Hand in hand we strolled embarking upon the realms of infinite love, composing our own idyllic legacy of immortal poetic lyrics. Simple Musings Silent One 3 July 2018


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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Music of the Night


With the tremulous dark vista so far and yet so near Abandoning my defences ~ I stand in awe ~ not in fear
Virtuoso Maestro unleash a Composition Grandioso To Overtures of a Symphony herald the raging storming Tempo Staccato Strains cascading rapid torrents of Treble and Tremolo Rhythmic Beats a Prelude to an intensifying Triple Time Scherzo
Silken sails unfurled I embrace the storm of your tempestuous symphony Crashing~ drifting~ floating~ flowing~ tasting ~awakening my melodic epiphany
Effervescent chilling thrilling air as Allegro whelms Allegretto Electrifying sizzling Musette ~ Trills a mesmeric Capriccio Registers booming Bass Notes rumbling within your thunderous Vibrato Echoing claps of thunder Prompt a spectacular Cadence Crescendo
I release my Spirit to gratify every phantasy in its sight The soaring Tempest of my Soul liberates its own Philharmonic flight Inhibitions abandoned as I succumb to your Music of the Night
Footnote: By way of musical term allegory, I have endeavored to dramatize and romanticize the Awesomeness of an Electrical Thunderstorm and simultaneously likening it to the rush of tactual Sensual, Sexuality and Emotions experienced in romantic instances. I felt that the instrumental rendition of ‘The Phantom’ Musical, aptly accentuates the trepidation, anticipation and elating sentiments portrayed in the various elements of my poem.


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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The Trail of a Raindrop


Sudden rain brought me under your umbrella for the first time. For the first time you were so close to me with your fragrance. The umbrella was not big enough to cover both of us. A raindrop was trickling down your forehead. I was following it's trail without listening to you. Your words couldn't touch me like the raindrops falling outside. The trail of that raindrop uncovers some secrets for me, your eyes were bluer than I thought and your dimples deeper. I discovered a beauty spot below your left ear lobe. Today,I know about all your beauty spots.... But still now in a rainy day I want to walk with you under the same umbrella. Date:27th May 2012 =============000==============


Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012


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Hot And Cold Comes The Night


LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION
You must know I cried yesterday and I think I broke the world so I braided some words into twine planted some sweet and sour coated seeds I grew free standing expressions and then I joined them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST FIVE I loved you centuries before we were born. You lived in my dreams before I ever slept. When others wasted time picking flowers I waited for when it was time to pick you. Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner. You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space. Your desire for them would melt away the ice age. I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past. I want to be that magician who does not bother with illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden. TWO We were at the fair, joviality in the air. A memory filed, I was a young child holding balloons floating round like full moons in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine. If I had not let go of them. If I hadn't watched them as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt. Hope gloats, hope floats. either your way or just away. THREE sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot to walk barefoot........on the concrete path still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that. sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer... with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock... revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever SEVEN ours was a paper mâché love living in a cut out cardboard home with a macaroni art painted lawn and nothing real to call our own nothing solid that we could hold. we tried stacking lego bricks but you have to be able to pop your cheek to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build. the castle we assembled didn't pass the test. so much for fairy tales - hello reality check. we rolled the dice but our thimble went straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped. can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!" we fell through the bunny hole where i - jack fell ddddownnn nnnnnnn and broke my crown and you - jill came tumbling aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr EIGHT it is a choreographed ballet our love stands strong legs at the base digging deep build roots delicate hands branched out reach high long slim fingers define twigs draw space the body of our trunk thick sweet filled music fills our human needs one sound wind pixies dance meticulously the air sunlight leaks effectively through dark spots lifts carries holds and shapes our smiles it is a choreographed ballet our love in sync our bodies their senses once immersed in I now us ONE I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch. NINE Always, no matter the roar or intensity of the storm how severe the attack even out of the norm Always, i offer my hand with sincerity aim to deal with it peacefully. Always! SIX then suddenly it hits like a swarm of locus. a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom. every bone stiffens, when I move, a sound of dead dried out forest twigs breaking against the boots of hikers echoes in the confined space of my skull. i reach for a pill slowly it dissolves under my tongue i wait and i wait and i wait ... my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap. i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive ...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive. FOUR there is a deafening hush... silently raging through the core of my existence...still...I am humbled by the light and the love I have witnessed in my brief appearance...........here on Earth there is a river...that walks at my side... walks with me........at the same stride... April 14 2015 Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2015


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Starbright

As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness 
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants 
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you soar
In a dimension devoid 
Of Time's constraints.
Let me feel the warmth of your
Strong arms wrapped 'round me 
As we breathe in the scent 
Of night blooming jasmine.
You are my summer nights—
In my dreams of us 
On cool cotton sheets
While Bach serenades us in 
Rainbows of ribbons~
In a symphony of sounds~
Your skin glistens,
And I am lost in love.  

7-22-2016

(French translation)
Starbright

Comme j'ai regarder dans le ciel indigo,
Les étoiles sont plus lumineux, ce soir,
Scintillant dans l'obscurité
D'une nouvelle lune.
Ceinture d'Orion enchante
Mon coeur passionné
Comme mes pensées de vous atteindre
Dans une dimension dépourvue
Des contraintes de temps.
Je voudrais sentir la chaleur de votre
Bras forts enveloppés "autour de moi
Que nous respirons le parfum
Fleur Jasmin de nuit.
Vous êtes mes nuits d'été--
Dans mes rêves de nous
Sur des draps en coton cool
Bien que Bach sérénades nous dans un
Arc en ciel de rubans ~
Dans une symphonie de sons ~
Votre peau scintille,
Et je suis perdu dans l'amour.

7-22-2016



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015


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Falling Like Leaves


Oh, how sweet Autumn air collars my heart
          The vapor of leaves
                    Chill summer reprieves
     Years since our islands then drifted apart
               Still, each Fall's camber
                         Eyes, gold and amber
          Wheaty hair spilling like corn-silk, to shoulders
                    Scarlet trees framing our merge as it smoldered

                              Falling like leaves ... for you.


Oh, how this time lifts me back to a dream
          Our ivy-clad schools
                    Such young, preppy fools
     World as our oyster, and raw, it would seem
               Escaped to the woods
                         Discarding our goods
          We swam on a blanket of bright, leafy death
                    And strained in all passion to fever our breath

                              Falling like leaves ... for you.


Oh, how the fall always kindled our flame
          Semesters would start
                    Coals warmed while apart
     Weekends adoring the ways that you came
               The woods were all ours
                         'Neath branches and stars
          Each mutual climax was sweeter than last
                    Those moments exhausted, like us, far too fast

                              Falling like leaves ... for you.


Oh, Autumn drenches my blood to this day
          Sweet prurient pains
                    Still surge through my veins
     You slay my core in the most vexing way
               When October sighs
                         I ache for your eyes
          Tho' nearly four decades, you still drench my soul
                    The song of each color - the twinge of the cold
                              Your embers of fragrance will burn 'til I'm old

                                        Falling like leaves for you ...


               Yet ... you were falling, too.




Submitted on September 14, 2018
To the "Colorful Fall Poetry" Poetry Contest
Nayda Ivette Negron, Judge & Sponsor



Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017


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Silence of the stars

Mandolin melodies harmonised horizons, yet the only strings being strummed were those of my heart. In the midst of enchanting melodies, where nothing else mattered, but her, we wandered barefoot, hand in hand, as the tenderness of our steps decorated the sand. In the simplicity of pure beauty, lost in a moment of perfection. We lay admiring the heavens, watching daylight drift away. The jealous golden orb silently sank, as colourful skies summoned illuminated expressions to light up a black and white world. In darkness we lay and gazed lost in the silent serenity of the stars, until the tranquillity of her sequin eyes hypnotised my soul and I danced devoted to the magnificence of her delicate elegance. The whisper of sweet sentiments revealed our secret serenade. In the distance an orchestra of humming birds hummed the chorus of our passionate song. Her arms like celestial wings, embraced me close. Her surreal kiss guided my lips home. As waves washed away our footsteps, the moon closed its eyes, as millions of shy stars hid behind a blanket of nocturnal clouds. Silent One Simple Musings 10 December 2017


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017


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The True Knight

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow minded perception of social status trappings. 

Her knight, who is absolutely in love with her, stays true to the knightly code of chivalry and avowed to show gallantry to women beyond rules of combat. Understanding the damaging effect of scandals, he is committed to watch and protect his Lady against prying jealous eyes. 

I have differentiated the social status of the time and accentuated emotions with different textured type of fabrics. (See significance at the end of the poem)

I Trust you like the video music clip, in which the scenes aptly portray the theme of my poem.

Spinnerets of silk reach to forbidden fruit
Nights hush vanquished by a heart that beats 
Variance in status brocade curtains drawn 
Regardless of imperilled shame - doubt retreats

Once ‘neath the light of a calico moon
His heart lay in wait to be retrieved
Beside the old pump in crumbling stone
A pauper in cotton - a Prince she perceived

A gasp suppressed when eyes first met In delirium of what elation lay ahead What magic brewed here? What loom spun this hessian thread? Of a love-tale wrought with joy and dread
A unity not forged in Heaven A scanty few - or none - would understand Venetian lace betwixt a gracious Queen And her yearning for a humble stable hand Opening damask casement as he approaches Anticipation of nights in secret seclusion Let no prying eyes spoil this tryst Lest reality fade into a muslin illusion Let her yearning for velvet touches Impassioned embrace and moist sweet lips Loomed in the linen threads of romance And that of her stable lover’s lingering kiss Let him turn to forbidden zones To be explored as he eagerly hones A forge of love bidding invitation In expectant and musical syncopation Dutifully her swordsman keeps vigil from afar His love for her gleams like the evening star Seasons endured in fur and chain-mail sheen Blood he would draw to protect his queen A skilful sword at ready in an expectant hand Sadly his love she would not understand Coated sheathed loyalty is all she sees Part of a lovers tryst - no favours - his heart to ease
An armour clad Knight forged of steel and leather Surviving the odds his love endures forever
Significance of the various fabrics symbolized in the poem: Silk I’ve used this to show her royalty status. Luxurious and costly, silk was used only by the wealthiest of classes and the Church Brocade This fabric to emphasise her indifference to the social status of their relationship, by blocking out animosity from the primitive thoughts of envious society. Calico Colour of the moon on the night she first laid eyes on him Cotton - Favored on days of yore by the working class and domestic staff since antiquity. Hemp and Hessian Emphasizing the strength of their relationship, against all odds and accentuates the relationship between the working class and royalty of the middle ages Venetian Lace Again a luxury favoured by the aristocrats. The flexible of lace and of the lace-making arts and depicts her flexibility. Damask A rare and expensive fabric of the era, adorns her wall depicting the opulence of her status Muslin Quite a transparent fabric and as such I’ve used this to refer to as ‘a see through illusion’ which is made possible by the loyalty of her knight Linen This fabric emphasises the strength and resilience of their love for each other. It was a fine linen used for veils, wimples undergarments and apparel of ladies. Velvet No explanation needed to amplify its connection to love and heightened sensuality through its use. Fur The lining of his armour used in his day, underlines the warmness of his heart. Leather Characteristic of strength, durability and dependability to highlight the Knight’s quality. POTD 9th April 2018


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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Infatuated love Limerence


Lost in your elegance, if only time could stand still to capture this memory eternally. Reflection of the moon shimmers upon tranquil waters in congregation with the stars, as we sail in composed serenity. Only the echoes of night insects and illumination of fire flies distract me from your mellifluous voice, which accompanies your radiant smile. To describe your divine beauty is ineffable as I fall into limerence. Your ethereal eyes guide me closer, all resistance is futile, intoxicated by your natural allurement. My heart feels an epiphany with the revelation of true love. As our lips touch sensually my eyes are in a state of phosphenes, now oblivious to my surroundings. In hope this feeling is not ephemeral, my whole being is enticed by the desire to remain eternally in this moment. Silent One
Originally written 7 November 2015. Edited 26 May 2018 Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a romantic attraction to another person typically including compulsive thoughts and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship and have one's feelings reciprocated.


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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My Immortal

Fair maiden alas why thy face doest thou hide? Wilt thou a shadow cast across the sun and sea From mine eyes or them daring to perceive betide Thine hidden beauty barred but to all ‘cept to thee? For fear doest thou sink a thousand Galleons? Pray tarry a while - for mine eyes t’will ne'er deceive One last wish afore I sadly depart this life For heaven to glimpse hitherto thou doth must leave Fair maiden alas why thy face doest thou hide? Might it be thine beauty causeth a falling sky Perchance of fear the moon wilt blush and turn the tide? A crumbled man then thou must leave alone to die Mine number thou hast - I do fear thee not Death - satiate mine thirst Cast thy veil I beseech - reveal thy beauty ‘fore mine heart doth burst
Point to ponder: Death perchance may not only come as the male grim reaper? Could it be Death is also in the guise of a beautiful female immortal, in love with a mortal man wishing for him to join her in the immortality to which it’s her doom to exist for eternity? Video Clip: "My Immortal" by Evanescence - Published on Jan 29, 2007


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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Poetic Personification

Honey vapour scents travelled among seduced tepid zephyrs. This was not a dream for I was within the realms of reality, as fate's footsteps led my heart back to forgotten pastures. Her persona was poetic personification, yet I was lost for words, so in simple silence, souls serenaded suppressed symphonies. The idyllic radiance of her eyes became a timeless memory, the warmth of our first kiss an eternal celestial connection.
Silent One 21 June 2018 Example for seven lines of romantic heaven poetry contest


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2018


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The Amorous Mystique

The Amorous Mystique

Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?

With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.

Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?

With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.

Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?

With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.

Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..

Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.

In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..

Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.

During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..

Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.

Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

July 31, 2018
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*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


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Our Bliss At Its Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight

Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight


When our love, its hottest and satisfying nights first begun
we each tried to give our all and not ever be outdone.
In that effort, soft showers of love-hearts began to pour
birthing swelling streams leading straight to paradise shores.
Within its spacious gardens, we walked in bliss, hand in hand
With our spirits singing, praise be this sweet rewarded land.

With eager hearts seeking, we sailed across heavenly blue seas
Tender love words speaking, we each wrote forever love pleas.

For precious are those diamond memories, deep their treasures
Never could such be destroyed, not those screaming pleasures!
Passion at its zenith, our burning desires at their greatest height
our bliss at its purest, we loved each other's naked sight.
O' the softness of your loving-heart and welcoming thighs
we felt heaven thanking it gifts, with both our contented sighs.

Those days are eternally burned, into this grateful soul
if time could us return, on that list we would both enroll.

Those  fledgling nights created so much more than simple heat
gave such passion never to be outshone, joined as 
one made complete
Caresses, of those soft showers remade this
broken woman into more
Bathed in your paradise, unfettered I can soar 
Joined as one, under the gentle gaze of the burning stars upon us
Lost in blissful moments 
all around us recedes to what once was
 
The beauty within our hearts had a rhythm wanted by all
With the strength of our bonds we answered loves call
 
Rich in memories, such wealth is written in soul 
and in mind
no other in any lifetime 
could compare to you I find
The heaven's can't contain the love that we two share
at the highest height of our passion none can compare  
Intense heat from our bodies is what gave those stars their light
Our bliss at its purest, we loved each others naked sight
 
My soul too will be eternally grateful for you my greatest love
as the stars and galaxies all rejoice over the love we share from above


Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2018