Best Unending Poems
for days unending and hours slow
Where we stand,
these distant shores
beneath a moonlit canopy,
stardust shimmers gather
on hibiscus tides whispering hello
as long walks take soft turns
leaving destined footprints
on my mind,
wandering lost in coastal desires…
I think of you,
toes in the sand,
feeling the waves caressing
this island dream, this wish
for days unending and hours slow
while lips ignite passions
reflecting on faraway horizons,
tempting fingers,
exploring nature’s endless bounties,
bronze skin sensuality…
Enchanted by a smile, a voice
a touch, softly lingering
like the silent surf,
quietly beckoning in amorous patterns
as we lie on cool shores,
drenched in an evening
made for only two,
writing love poetry on a beach
we now call our own…
Good night Soupers
Written: March 31st, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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After basking in yesterday's afterglow,
I divested my vestments
to shift in cognitive mindset.
I stroll toward the horizon.
where the azure sky
embraces the vast sea blue.
Waves dance.
With silvered clouds,
Creating an orchestra
The wind and light are present.
Sallow shadows scintillate.
In Moonlight Melodies...
As dusk settles,
casting a shimmering awe that echoes of
The splendor of the galaxies abounds.
In every breath,
A promise resonates,
to the dawn
that dwells within me.
Gliding on golden wings
a sovereign among the kings
As light swirls beneath the Milky Way,
The cosmos shines brilliantly.
In a pearly gown.
Angels slide,
Unleashing their power
to restore their lost throne.
With flickering wings,
Wield the sword of stone
their footsteps inscribe
a path of golden light,
As they conquer the onyx depths
of an obsidian night.
Loving blasts their souls.
angel wings shake in sadness,
where grief and despair are hefty,
seeking an aerial citrine nirvana
I recall it sharply,
as if it were yesterday,
Tears mar the silky pillows.
as honeysuckle
It oozes from eager lips. —
There is a longing for satisfaction.
Lipstick etches its mark.
He left an imprint on his bare skin.
Even now, those intertwined chains
of Memory ensnares me.,
As well-oiled fingers traverse
the curves of the sensuous body,
ordinary yet glowing in the sunlight,
filled with a relentless passion.
Nervous tension shattered,
striking, akin to a diamond on ebony velvet.
As her body warmed and became silky,
Her lips melted and tasted delicious.
They expressed love ardently.
and hugged fervently.
swept up in passion and longing,
wishing the moment might last forever,
cocooned in each other's arms,
and felt blissfully pleased,
Polishing words into gems,
dusted garnet, with sunset slips
In citrine clouds cast
There was a ray of magenta skies.
I wish for unending delight.
and utter bliss in the afterglow.
Loneliness, a venom that corrodes
Veins with despair and emptiness
Feeling alone in a crowd
Dejection is the mood
Life seems to forget
Your existence
Dwelling in
Somber
Clouds
4-26-2016
I wonder at what lesson had been taught
abandoning the gift I treasured most...
in every dream conceived, you held me close.
Yet, now, each tear I cry seems all for naught -
mere remnants, never noticed, shared, nor caught,
nor tasted, but transported creek to coast;
reminding me that Love was just a ghost.
With one small hint of Heaven, hell is fraught.
Fear lies in wait, anticipating dreams;
then, shreds them bit by bit as each ascends.
But, just afore, allows one great embrace,
ensuring well-earned praise for crafty schemes,
as well as doubt, discouraging amends.
Once vital dreams now garnished in disgrace...
*Original ending line: "To its surprise, survives unending Grace!"
**With new last line, title change to "fear's disgrace".
Crisp winds serenade
Farewell to autumn’s tinged leaves
Sailing, cascading
Sweet destiny is calling
For life’s, an unending song
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In the mountains,
Where hope rides the pines
Promises slide across smooth stones
Composing songs from the laughing stream
In these mountains,
Where silence reflects the soul
Pouring joy through the ferns and laurels
Caressing the spirit with starlight glimpses
In the mountains,
Where dreams raise awareness
From the sighs of the moss carpeted caverns
Amid the relics of forest trails, incredible!
In these mountains,
Where ideas sing from the stars
Lifting spirits with melodies pure of heart
Restoring peace in the praises so sensitive, alive
In the mountains,
Where details of melancholy flood
The rivers and creeks with sincerity, serenity
Overflowing the banks with sweetest intimacy
In these mountains,
Where we are gluttons for pure harmony
Singing grace through the night, into the dawn
While the rising sun reflects the shadows of old storms
In the mountains,
Where the pale moon emerges from the dark clouds
Erasing all the gloom, restoring confidence, inspiring
Breathless praise, sincere faith, prayers that brighten
In these mountains,
Where God’s blessings abound
We remember – we accept – we regret
The moments when we neglected the beauty…
Mountains so magnificent, we rejoice
Unearthing the mystery… glorious peaks
Rising to the skies, breaking through the clouds
Resurrecting the wonder of His creativity, His ingenuity
The gift of these mountains is surely a masterpiece
A work of the Master who made every dream
Including the dream of a heart who continues to believe
Here in these mountains, there is unending peace!
One in Five 2 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Phrase: 4. The pale moon emerged from dark clouds
July 17, 2022
unending grace flows
nature reaches toward source---
praise in one accord
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On this typical Sunday morning,
alone in his room,
he smells his favorite breakfast being prepared,
He is almost overwhelmed by the barrage of
fragrances wafting from two teenage daughters' rooms.
The loving tug at his heart is quickly overwhelmed by
his constant companions--
sadness, darkness, and self-pity.
The sounds of morning fill the house~~
water running,
bacon sizzling, eggs being cracked on the side of a bowl,
bathroom squabbles,
a TV preacher, coffee gurgling
into the pot, his wife humming "Amazing Grace."
Once like a symphony to him,
these sounds are now intrusions
that create a grinding dissonance,
an excuse to withdraw even deeper into himself.
A gentle, cool breeze touches his face,
proof of a just-opened window.
A soft pat on the back startles him.
"Breakfast, Dear--all your favorites!"
"I know. Could you put me up a plate? Thanks."
"Go with us, please."
"Maybe next time," he lies.
They're gone. Now his Sunday-morning service
begins. After a brief groping, he seizes the hidden bottle,
a substitute for the Word and faith for a
bitter, angry man long ago plunged
by a devastating freak accident
into the terror of permanent darkness.
The wall, impenetrable for family and friends,
soon dissolves into a warm, bubbly puddle.
When the family returns,
they will find a temporarily happy man.
Once again
they will cry and pray in another room.
September 18, 2017, entered in Russell Sivey's In the Dark Contest
March 3, 2018, entered in Laura Loo's Free Verse on Sadness Contest
“Unending friendship,
though not transparent has been proved right,
through several tests and uncountable inference.
Just like a cloth pulled inside out having the blueprint,
yet hard to understand, but yet, friendship unending,
though not transparent proved right,
through several tests and uncountable inference…”
behind the veil of unending sky
a sparkling face of glorious Universe
a beautiful Queen within
million of galaxies' spin in rhythm
dances with celestial white noises sound
flushes an ecstatic heartfelt grin
Folllow the right
accept thought wide
Mother like Celestial the whole
All the time her existence in me
materially or immaterially
I can’t I don’t never not
I deny with in me
I was nothing till not
except her soul and body
Mother is my only mother
She pours highest love in to me
from each and every unending directions
She never hates me but loves and loves me......
I may do wrong to her for my own ignorance
She never does to me
what I do think about her ignorance
that's my pure ignorance I inflict in to me
She loves me unending infinity……………….
Note:- Dedication to mother only mother.
Happy Mothers Day to all
UNENDING BLACK HOLE
I’m gonna smoke myself to death
Suck on this damned cigarette
I’ll burn these memories down
Drop them with the ashes to the ground
Look up high and see the rest of them rise
With the smoke into the skies they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away, they’ll fade away
And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul
Hardly breathing I’m falling down the
Unending black hole
The hardest part is the waiting for too long
The harder part not knowing what I’m waiting for
Imprisoned by these four walls of this tiny room
Imprisoned by my hopes about a future bloom
Too much has been said too much anyone can take
And after all it turned into a big mistake
So I light another cigarette
It will pass soon by, it will pass soon by, it will pass soon by
And all the ashes suddenly cover me
Burying me into deep gravity
While the thick smoke surrounds my soul
Hardly breathing i'm falling down the
Unending black hole
Mona karaki
I graduated with honors at medical school,
And wished to settle in my own tradition
No frivolous girl deserved to be my wife, life’s cruel,
I wanted the best that was my ambition.
It was always a desire that my love will be unending,
So that when I give my heart it will be completely
A character that despite all, ‘twill be so befriending
A pleasing lass that can only show her love so sweetly.
In this restless world marred by heretic modernism
True love that I always wanted, is oft ended before it began
No one of those I met cares about reciprocal altruism
Life on the campus took the semblance of a game plan.
So when I’ll finally meet my true and only love
It must, like it or not, be something enduring for ever.
I have to find an endearing cooing caring dove
A lasting marriage success will be our endeavor.
I met her on a small hill where she fell upon the moss,
Together we hobbled to an inn where care was tended.
It was love at first sight and my proposal I put across,
We talked and ideas exchanged, all was truly splendid.
Thus I decided that she was to be my dearest wife,
Had she but refused, would have been the end of my life.
love?
Love is a door always open to u alone
as the heart allows your kindness to enter
love is pure but not as sunlight
as the scorching heat can be unkind
love is a smile but not always radiant
as a scowl or a frown reminds the heart not to roam
love is a blessing but sometimes a curse if not accepted or retuned
love s not only you and me
as the world is not a empty space
love is us and them then it will not leave a bitter taste
as the greattes lover was taken above,
to teach us to embrace a selfless life
And love our neighbours as oneself
we belong not to you or me but to the master from on high