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Premium Member If stars were Gold

In
your 
absence
I float in
psychedelic ink
to design a labyrinth with 
rainbow roses drenched in turquoise tears and metaphors.
But, if stars were gold, and I am love, you'll be the poetic garden that feeds my soul.
Maybe, someday, I'll be more than just a faltering feather~will you then, remind me, how to sing again, steal the light behind the jade moon?

Premium Member When We Were Young

When we were young we loved our fairy tales
A frog could  be a prince with just one kiss
Each cloud, a boat where dreamers could set sail
Imagination was the great abyss

Too soon we grew and lost our innocence
Found out that swords are never pulled from stones
That dreams come true but only with expense 
And happy ever after's come and gone

Yet some of us still wish upon a star
Believe that rainbows come with pots of gold
Reality is life for most comes hard
And love like water runs both hot and cold

Like you I wish that fairy tales came true
But grown ups know they very seldom do



   by Daniel Turner

Premium Member If I Were a Flower

A blossom I’ll be on the wreaths for peace
An offering to deity to feed world’s hungry
I’ll be the garden on every troubled street
Preening as gleefully as exuberant tulips
Swaying with spring in rhythms of daffodils

I’ll be the laudable bouquet of friendship
An emissary of cupid when love is elusive
A gift I’ll be, from souls of dreams romantic
I’ll be the cure when dear-heart is aching
A sensuous rose I’ll be, alluring bride to be

I’ll be sweet smile of expressions in violet 
Pleasing smitten hearts on lilac landscapes
Presenting bell-shaped English bluebells
Tenderly in aura of angel’s blessed grace
I’ll be the enlightenment in lotus of solace

Lovingly I’ll answer every call of your will
In colors of hyacinth upon your window sills
And fragrance of white Lily evoking revelry
Composing gaily dulcet themed melodies 
Strumming floral kisses on your sateen lips

January 31, 2021
Placed 2nd: If I were a flower premium contest


Premium Member I Wish I Were a Unicorn

I wish I were a Unicorn-
   So smooth and white with shiny horn
To prance and dance on clouds up there
   And spend my days surveying air
   
I'd stop and visit clouds of rain-
   Those darker ones, which are a pain
When they release their water flow
   On earthly beings down below

I'd then check out a fluffy one
   The kind that always blocks the sun
It would be best to take a snooze
   While 'neath blue sky I'd float and cruise

I'd love clouds more at sunset time
   When glowing colors make them shine
A Unicorn would like it best
   Upon a cloud that's shiniest

At night, I'd fly up near the moon
   See how the tides are kept in tune
Come morn, I'd go close to the sun
   To see how a new dawn is done

Again at dark, some stardust, find
   The finest and most brilliant kind
To sprinkle on my wings of white
   And store to share the starry light

Perhaps I'd make it way up far
   To find the place where blessings are
I'd seek the ones with greater worth
   And gently throw them down to earth

I wish I were a Unicorn-
   So smooth and white with shiny horn
I'd monitor the earth below
   To sprinkle it with stardust glow

Premium Member When We Were Royals

Leaning against the warmth of old oak, 

I recall your sun burnt skin that summer.

As I let my fingers linger on the side of the bench where you used to sit, 

a memory - like noon day’s sun light, seeps into my senses.

A light wind ruffles my hair at the nape of my neck, 

that same spot you liked to kiss.

You said we were royals as we scattered bread crumbs for our loyal subjects.

Where have those pigeons gone? 

I lift my face to sky and close my eyes,

 breathing in the scent of nearby roses; 

suddenly something tickles my cheek! I open my eyes to see a butterfly,

its color that of your sun burnt skin.

Premium Member If I Were the One For Nicola

If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse

We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon

But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused

I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar



   an original poem by Daniel Turner


Premium Member You Were Never My Friend

You were never my friend.
My heart would never, ever allow such a small thing.
Soulmate?, maybe...though so much more in the end..
I will give you my heart, only if you promise never to break it.
If the promise is never to be kept, I'll forgive you...
again and again.
For that is what this thing love is, all it ever does, or was. 

When you look in the mirror do you see someone worth loving?
Don't you know it lies? Won't you listen to me tell you the truth?
It's about time you knew. 

It was always you that was the smart one, you know.
Can you be smart enough to shut up and let me in?
The old hurts will go away. Or maybe they won't, doesn't matter.
I will love the broken you, with all your wonderful hurt, just as much.

Guess what?, you aren't perfect. And you can tell I ain't no carnival prize..
But there's something real, worth holding on to,
I could always see it in your beautiful eyes...

Premium Member If I Were a Baby's Breath

 If I were a baby’s breath 
I’d be the sigh
that bends the wheat as dawn slips by
a gentle chinook that softly speaks
a river’s pause….. before it breaks
the soulful love itself remakes.

If I were the moment 
I'd be the one
star that pierces through the dark
where moons align and two hearts become
a place thoughts dissolve where time suspends
a love too vast for fate to end.

If I were a dream catcher I’d kiss your sleep
with shades of joy too rich to keep
reality more radiant than you'd dare.
and when you wake upon your skin
my breath would rise dew drops within.

If I had an enchanted touch 
I’d be the artist
of tides that sculpt the cliffs in full
a warmth that lingers on your breasts
a caress that cradles slow and deep
like roots that drink where my love sleeps.

If I were a sacred covenant
I’d be the mark
that binds your soul where comets arc
not lost to time, nor dimmed by space
but carved in light-faith’s endless place.
forever locked in my loves’ divine celestial lace.

But I am just myself 
imperfect true
yes, I am only flesh and bone
no myth no spark no sculpted stone—
but in your arms, I burn, I shine
a zephyrus breath where earth meets sky.

Premium Member You Were Just a Photo

Five years ago, to me, you were just a photo 
I had no idea who you were
Through your words and kindness 
We've become wonderful distant friends 
You have opened your heart to me, and I to you 
You have made me smile, laugh and sometimes cry 
Even though we've never met face-to-face
I wept when you said goodbye, forever 
And I smiled when you became, anew 
You expressed your feelings and emotions 
Told me about your love and lovers 
Reminded me of my childhood 
And helped me cope with my growing age 
I never knew what would become of us 
I never knew what a joy it would bring to me 
But now I know, and I've come to realize 
Spending an initial thirty-five dollars 
And eventually becoming a life-time member 
Was clearly one of the best investments I have ever made 
You have brightened my hours, my days, and my life 
So, I just want to say 
To PoetrySoup and to all the wonderful friends I've met here 
From the bottom of my heart... 
I thank you all

Premium Member If I Were An Elephant

Across the Serengeti plain our matriarch would lead,
Dining on the guarri fruit, and gum acacia seeds.
Upon our sweet green namesake grass our bellies we would fill,
I'd visit with my mother's bones, nap in the northern hills.
We'd cross the Mara river, then the southern rains would fall,
We'd see the African spoonbill, and hear the weaverbird call.
We'd care for all the young ones, and with my sisters I would roam,
Victoria Lake... But then I'd wake, give up my dreams of home.
I'd bust my cage, I'd smash the door, and trample all around,
If I was an elephant, I'd tear the circus down.



December 6, 2016

Last Night When You Were In Deep Sleep

Last night when you were in deep sleep
I scribbled a poem on your bare back,
a page so soft--with love bites and moles
I used them to cut the t's and dot the i's;
my finger tips' softly turn created ripples
in a placid lake where you prepared
to take a dip in your dream,
my words followed you in that unknown land
secretly to know your destination.
I remembered to forget every scribbled word
as it was my gift to the sleepless night,
she was picking up each word one by one
and kept them in her lap of silence.

For the first time,you never knew
how a poem was born and lost 
in the silence of night.








© kash poet (kashinath karmakar)
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© Kash Poet  Create an image from this poem.

If You Were Mine

If you were mine... 

If you were mine…our footsteps would   

dance on moonlit verandas
while candle lit shimmers enticed my smiled reflections
with your arms tightly around me

symphonies would play to the rhythm of your charm
as we swayed in the essence of forever
on cloud soft concertos of affection’s melodic whispers

eternal echoes would sing in harmony to your eyes,
hauntingly dark invitations to my endless destination,
soothing seductions comforting weathered longings 

If you were mine…satin beaches would 

eclipse tan line passions
beneath glistening waves of aquamarine salt water bliss
gently caressing the depth of our love

palm leaf shadows would weave embracing patterns
of ocean fed breezes tickling our naked forms
as sea foam fingers probe pearl smooth valleys

sunset tides would tease beneath star orchid heavens
blooming of every wished for fantasy…
lasting happily ever after upon sandcastles dreams

If you were mine…my world would 

be a mosaic of delirious euphoric visions
in constant creative motion delivering sincerely
every ounce of joy your heart could desire

each sunrise would be the sweet essence of your spirit
vibrant in wonders of colorful poetic offerings
versed in accordance with your every need

happiness would begin with promises kept
as we walked along endless streams of hand held blessings,
two hearts loving as one forevermore 

If you were mine…oh, if you were mine

Good night Soupers

And You Were That Shore

.

You were skipping stones

and as I watched
a slowly arching ripple 

gently kissing the shore

I found myself wishing 
I was that ripple

and you were that shore

Were It Ever Love

an ardent desire of flames was burning
its passion held captive within our hearts
the temple of bodies arced in yearning
when fingers became restless like mozart's
melodies played beneath flickers of love
as sparks grew fuller than this moon tonight
more lambent in glow than what shone above
the gleam of those stars in your eyes alight
lit the passageway of your soul therein
I could feel the heat of love searing me
as each glance sparked the flame that burned within
its brilliance blinded me, i could not see

the embers as they lie dying from sight
its death left my soul with a lonely plight

02/09/2020

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Premium Member If Wings Were Mine

If wings were mine to take the air
                 I’d worry not, why would I care
Imagine all the things I’d see
              If wings were mine to set me free  

Reflected by the aqua seas
                   I’d spin and twirl as if to tease
I’d wave to mermaids every day
                  and catch a kiss along the way

I’d tickle treetops with the dawn
                     And if I should begin to yawn
With clouds for pillows all around
              No need to ever touch the ground

If wings were mine to take the air
            I’d brush the sunshine with my hair
Just think how happy I would be
              If wings were mine to set me free

8/8/21

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