Best Unforgettably Poems
“Love is like a rose. When pressed between two lifetimes, it will last forever.” – Anonymous
In vast wilderness of emerald summer, rose blossoms brightness,
Like the moon's latterly visits, in pearly, glimmering contriteness.
Her scent lingers in the hearts and minds, of those who knew her,
Through the precious and golden days, gone by in a piquant blur.
Grace, beauty, and cool elegance, in a thousand delicate shades,
Swirling and dancing in silent places, that honeyed sun pervades.
Unforgettably luscious and languid, visitor to many dreamy hours,
Pursuing on a winding path to eternity, with odd, hypnotic powers!
Written on August 28, 2022
For: Eight Lines of Rhyme - Your Favorite
Flower Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
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unforgettably
As we pass through life,
most of the people we meet
simply splash off us like raindrops,
ephemeral and inconsequential;
many become casual acquaintances,
very few become life-long friends.
Then there are those unique ones
we come to know who re-define
our chemistry, who deepen our perceptions,
our insights and our feelings, and help
us to see colors more clearly
than ever before.
You are very special,
and I thank the spirits, whatever they may be,
for the opportunity to be your friend.
'Friendship is a Multitude.'
Thank you always
and unforgettably
for yours.
I've no need to steal starlight's golden glow
for I see light in the jade intensity...
the brilliant sparks in your looks to know
the penchant propensity of love
burning brightly in your green eyes
How deeply I feel your tenderness
in every lingering affectionate touch
Are you aware of what your allure
does to me each time you are near?
When you cup my face in your hands,
have you an inkling, my love
of the tears I try not to cry,
knowing that you're mine?
I hear the moans you cannot conceal,
the groans when your arms surround me.
I long for your enamored embraces
and the way they make me feel
when you trace me with your sighs
I shiver when your lips sweep across mine,
fanning flames of my want and desire
They would put a wildfire's blaze to shame
Each time you whisper my name,
you claim another piece of my heart
Thunder strums in my head
and in that moment, all I dread
is the thought of you turning away
I would yearn to rekindle the embers...
to warm the chill that entered your heart
if you were to say we've drifted apart
As the rising tide washes sea upon sand,
you wipe away my tears
Stride for stride and hand in hand
you walk with me, forever at my side
in luminous light and in reverie
Trace me with your sighs...
lovingly
passionately
unforgettably...
touch every part of me
so that I may cling to traces of you
On one night,
is it because of a bewitched full moon?
while driving my rusty shaking junk car
I became Don Quixote de la Mancha
mounted on Rozinante holding a lance under the arm aslant,
and with a full gallop, dashing into the battle field, through the street where
the full moon was hanging thirty degree above the sky between forests eastward.
The trees standing both sides on the street
dyed by reddish-yellowish gray moonbeam in silhouette
were the windmill sails whirling their gigantic arms in air to assail me.
The red and green one-eyed giants
often met on the way eastward were the fat and ugly
demon-possessed skins of red wine that must have slain.
Flourishing lance to the right and left
while giving spurs to Rozinante again and again
to advance rapidly, I found myself in the middle
of enemy territory before becoming aware of it,
detouring annoying barricades, I was running through
the path between ramparts while ducking a shower of arrows,
came to the endless water front where disabled Rozinante fell.
When raging waves come and hit the breakwater
for the water cannot advance any further or is able to return,
the waves break up the hundreds and thousands of beads and
return to the bottomless water while flushing its silvery blue scales.
And when sprays of water that dived into the deepest sea
gush out from its bottom belching fire, it rises to the sky
and becomes a gigantic dragon and swallows the moon.
In the darkness where the dragon gathering dark clouds
after swallowing the moon the rain falls, the torrential rain
hits Mambrino’s helmet mercilessly.
Then, Don Quixote kneels to make the sign of the cross
while patting a breathless Rozinante lying on this desolated waterfront.
The cross he made falls on the sands,
the cross he made mourns while washing away in the water.
[Someday,
some may sing Don Quixote with the finest lute in hand.
Praise the gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha
with silvery voice in one accord, with unforgettably kind remarks:
the one who lived true life of knight is
Don Quixote de la Mancha
the knight of knights, the hero of heroes.]
NOTE: The Golf Road runs from east to west on north suburb of Chicago, and east (ends or starts) at Lake Michigan.
Sonnet, you beckon me with your allure.
Valiant ship from a distant shore
Resting, no more sojourn
Basking in glory of a distant past
Lowered mast once battered and blown
An emblem of pride and place
From boundless rushes, to a windless pace
Now laid bare of all innocence
Meekly, humbly retired
All aboard was the captain’s word
As the crew came rushing on
With hands on decks and the compass set
To carve a story not yet heard
A seafarers’ life of no regrets
While cavaliers seek their bounty
And fortune favours the brave
You set sail from old Blighty
Sending the good and mighty
To watery graves
Now in retirement you bask and bathe
As the tides doth ebb and flow
Rising and descending your mood does shift
Whilst along your flanks assorted remnants drift
In the silted bed of the Thames your now reside
Dancing to the rhythm of a seasonal tide
Whilst aboard, there is a tossing and a turning
In the warmth of comfy beds
Lays the bodies of weary heads
Painted lady, red, gold and green
On my canvas you are drawn
As on the pages I do scribe
Of a beauty and a guile
Never to be erased from my memory
For your dye is truly cast,
Unforgettably.
The Loch Ness water
I went down by the lake,
Stumbling across the rocks,
My eyes fail to see if it was fake,
Rocks made of blocks.
What does my daddy do,
He creeps up behind me,
Slaps my head with his shoe
Now I can see!
Is that a monstrous branch?
I opened my eyes fully wide,
I swore the water’s became an avalanche,
In a trench is now where I hide.
The sun is getting hotter,
I glimpse at it closer, still it's faraway,
Whatever it is, it is in my water,
I wash up the next day by the bay.
A heavy rock,
I lay under the shade,
The world is not round, it is a block,
I live now, not afraid. “I’m not afraid!"
Scotland yard has nothing on me,
Unforgettably Nessie was really me.
Form: Classic Rhyme (20 lines or more)
Contest: Adventure, art, confusion, fantasy, imagination
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Feeling the air in a wide endless road,
Driving the highways with a bunch heavy load
Shouting things out in a dusty back seat,
Gazing the seas with massive lot fleet
Breeze from the ocean was what we all smell,
Haunted woods in forest were what we all tell.
We sit like a royal in a luxurious car
Playfully pretending that it was our own car
Treasure this moment that I’ll never forget
Hear different strings of music from a windy fret.
Spend this time with me in an awesome ride
Sooner we can’t do this coz you’ll be a loyal bride.
Feel this moment in an endless road,
It only happens once in our stories of unfold.
Shout out loud while wind sonorously screams
This happy joyride is unforgettably one of my dreams.
It all started in a one cool game,
Looking those eyes was so lovely to claim.
Your scent of sweat reminds me so much,
I was secretly staring while searching nothing in my pouch.
Your smile lightens my whole dark world,
Brighten my day like a one luxurious gold.
Then you looked at me when I said something good,
Secretly crushed seeing those naked eyes better than so good.
I don’t know so much more about you,
Attraction is what I so much feel for you.
You totally look bad having those cursive tattoos,
You are all well respected wearing those leather shoes.
Can’t expect for something even more,
Those sweet smiles own by someone forevermore.
Maybe things should end up on this little feeling…
Crushing you is unforgettably sizzling.
My weaknesses kill me as they are amplified
With painful memories I want to hide
I endured your wrong doing that never did rightl
By me while I stayed faithful by your side
Accused of things you did and lied
About everything and selfishly tried
Taking what you could of anything mine
Losing to you while the old me died
I was a glutton for punishment needing suicide
Sickeningly full from swallowing pride
Despite how many times you made me cry
Giving into what I thought I wanted mine
A fantasy that trapped me with my hands tied
With willingness to work through the fight
Being together, when all we did was collide
I allowed you too much space in my mind
I will never go back or press rewind
Back to us with me trying to hide
From what seemed like endless slowing of time
Anguished with heartache I took in stride
Closer to my limit with every crossed line
You tried to break me into your design
Convinced I was not already a dime
In reality you wanted me obliviously blind
Like you were to everything keeping you alive
Now only flesh of all things unforgettably unkind
To everything in me that brings to light
Unconditional love you had by your side
Now a hate that wishes you would have just died
In the bathroom where you
could not hear the drips of water
Temperature rises as you
suddenly appear from behind
The touch of your hand
rushes over my body as
we kiss with intensity and
made the whole night
unforgettably ours
We have no shower to pour
on our bodies but our
sweats ignite and kindle
the moments of love
As you give me the last kiss
I know it’s not a goodbye
But it’s a beautiful magic
We make most out of it
Inspired to present its essence wondrously
along endowed poetic prowess midst words’ magnificence
my heart indites through light, free, or blank verse prayerfully
furthermore in spiritual rhymes, illumined by divine iridescence…
With triumphant love of God, I am propped to proclaim constantly
His awesome kindness as well as gracious compassion-sense
gripping my soul before I turned 19 in 1988, unforgettably…
when by faith I indeed experienced His very presence.
Yes, Christ’s love* prevails over my writing themes gloriously
having been loaded with His mercy and truth of caring prevalence
thus, witnessing His love beyond the 9-11-2018 global news historically
I penned a declaration to exalt my God, thanking Him for His love’s opulence.
*Ephesians 3:19 …Know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fullness of God.
July 14, 2020
3rd place, "Views For Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Funom Makama; judged on 7/17/2020.
Details Required:
Poem name: “Love of God Am I”
Views as of July 14, 2020: 1,988
Poetry form: Blank verse
Date of Publication: 09/11/2018
In the most unusual manic-panic creep,
Wildly lurking behind every corner,
The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea..
A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish.
Or, perhaps, could it be foolish fanciful notions?
This fully torqued delusion can be a haunting mirage.
A make believe vintage slogan ghost from generations past.
That worn out American Dream. That Life.
THE LIFE:
-Free from the routine confusion and disorder-
Dreamed by all but known only by creatures who dream of other more sophisticated things.
Silenced but still flailing at grasping the point or any and all major traffic signs,
the Shadow returned all the acquired mixed-matched pieces and useless information slowly..
I remember because it was a autumn night.
Leaves were falling and there were trees white with moonlight.
It was a cool night overflowing with mysterious excitement that unforgettably changed the mellow quite in all bright lights.
Suddenly there was a new bustle among the stars as the speed of light left a stirring in the darkness.
-A secret above trees carried on the wings of winds-
This covert paradox of milky way wonder experienced when he kissed this girl-was a vivid spectacle of unutterable visions never mentioned but still loudly exuding a slinky lust.
This was a soul cleansing need,
a physical miracle,
dirty deeds done dirt cheap overdosing religious experience with every swelling ******!
These are the divine musings of the Creator, my Creator.
These are the ideas of any other brave soul who decide to capture their essence in moments.
For a moment at one point in time, these sacred thoughts belonged to God.
Awakened by the warmth of the morning sunlight
kissing my cheek;
I stretch and pull the covers over my mussed head,
not wanting to peek.
In the midst of the early morning chaos, I grope
for the frigid floor;
stumbling to catch my balance, I reach for the
unopened door.
The sound of laughter and excitement fill my
country home;
realizing others are present, knowing I’m not alone.
A warm hug greets my listless lazy frame,
in my country home so lively, loving, and tame.
The aroma of bacon sizzling on the old wood stove,
lingers in the musty air like that of a dried spice clove.
The dog waits at the back screen door for scraps
to be thrown,
waiting patiently while gnawing on his old dug-up bone.
A crowd of hungry mouths now filter through the dome,
like a clattering freight train in my country home.
Copyright © 2003 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "NA’s” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ebb
Feb. 23, 2016
This poem represents my childhood living with my grandparents on their farm. This is my most memorable time in my young life and four years old houses the most unforgettably exciting recollections. This was probable on a Sunday or when we had work hands staying for breakfast. The children were always fed last.
Love is a many faceted thing, it is multi faceted thing, it is alive.
More then an emotion, more then an energy, more then a spirit
Love is a living thing, it breaths in the hearts of men
It moves them to the highest heights and yet to the deepest depths
It causes men to do things unthought of, unheard of,
It causes them to dream things beyond the ability to dream.
Love is wonderful, yet love can be destructive,
Love never lets go, yet can let go in a moment of time,
Constantly reaching, constantly pursuing, constantly feeling,
Constantly going beyond all limits, beyond all hopes.
When do you know you are in love?
When you know you have reached beyond the boundries of your own heart,
And have broken into another, piercing the very depths of their soul.
Speaking words so lightly, so fully, so unforgettably real.
Making a connection, a union of two hearts and two souls.
Love is what makes the world go round and it is so profound, it fills us so full.
Love brings us such a strength, love gives purpose, and the power to fulfill it.