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With these flowers, I hope I've put a smile on your face
With these flowers, I hope I've made your heart whistle a symphony
With these flowers, I hope you're yearning for the warmth of my caress
With these flowers, I hope you now realize that I take you seriously
With these flowers, I hope you'll lift the veil that conceals your soul
With these flowers, I pray that you're willing to meet me halfway
With these flowers, I pray that you can clearly hear my heartbeats
With these flowers, I pray that I've convinced you how much I care for you
With these flowers, I pray that you'll give me a fighting chance
With these flowers, I pray that you're now thinking of me, as I'm doing of you
With these flowers, perhaps you'll reciprocate in kind
With these flowers, perhaps you'll finally lower your defenses
With these flowers, perhaps sparks I light will eventually start a flame
With these flowers, perhaps a slow river of passion will finally rage
With these flowers, perhaps a bud of love will someday sprout
Submitted for...
Strand Choice 8 Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/27/2020
Long Distance Love Poetry Contest/Winner(6th Place)
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
Date written and posted: 10/12/2016
This is the story of Albert Bligh,
who painted a boathouse upon the sky.
Albert was as bored, as bored could be;
he’d grown up in a house high in a tree.
Albert had a bigger dream, you see
and wanted to sail the seven seas.
Through the world, he did roam;
seeking a perfect ocean home.
Albert couldn’t afford a boat,
an artist poor, he stayed broke.
But dreams still came to him at night
and he envisioned things just right.
He mixed his paints with oh, such glee,
for a special boathouse, he’d soon see.
Upon that Oceanside sky of blue,
a boathouse, Albert painted true.
It hung there like a magic beacon,
he completed it in summer’s season.
That night he dreamt of sailing far;
for he had never owned a car.
When morning came Albert was surprised,
for right there, before his aging eyes;
up in the sky hung his houseboat;
beneath was water and it did float!
A ladder he placed by its’ side,
and inside it, he did climb.
He sailed away on heavenly seas;
his longing truly was appeased.
Now if you see a painted ship,
sailing by beside a blimp,
know that it’s magic, that you espy;
the magic boathouse of Albert Bligh.
Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known
Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone
Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can snatch you back to life ;
Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.
UNISON
Seeking charms clinging to your arms
My beloved!
Souls can claim eternal peace
No repentance, no despondence
Perfect satisfaction
Enchanted, overwhelmed.
World is trivial.
Only truth: You and Me.
My Love!
My tingling passion surfing, surging
craving, melting on unison.
09/25/17
Poems that paint a picture 3 Contest by Silent One
Third Place
If today was all that I was given,
I would ask you, Love,
By looking deep into your eyes
And by blushing as deeply
As do flowers at the strike of noon,
To give me a little bit of your time!
I would tell you,
Of why and how
I know that the union of you and I
Is desired by the higher powers!
I would tell you,
Of the God that you are
And of the cause that you are meant to
I would tell you
Of how I came to know of it all
And how much I believe in it all!
I would tell you,
Of everything,
To clear misunderstandings,
To unload my heart,
To appease my suffering
To calm my unease!
I would tell you,
Of how you fell on this Earth,
For me,
And of the reason why,
We have to hold each other's hands tightly
If we want to be together,
Forever, there in the haven of Eternity!
I would tell you,
Of how much in love with you I am
And have been,
Even before the skies whispered to me
That you are the one
I have been waiting for
Since I birthed!
I would tell you, Love,
I would confess,
If today was all that I was given
To live,
I would confess,
Hoping that you break not my heart
Into tiny shards,
That you would uproot it, rather,
And transplant it,
Into yours,
So that fuelled with your life beats,
I would just grow, thrive, bloom, and
Bear seeds,
As it has been willed by those powers
Ruling over us all!
If there were to be no tomorrow on this Earth,
I would expect you
To believe in me,
To believe in the madness that ties me to you
As only such
Would allow us
To be forgiven for whatever it was
That caused us both
To be fallen in a world
Which keeps giving hope
By allowing new dawns to rise
On meaningless tomorrows!
Who Am I? Updated Poetry Contest 11-25-24
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Who Am I
Who am I now?
Poor poet, only a mute scribe
Thirsting for manna, words of the Spirit;
Crippled by humanity,
Longing to take up my poetic pallet and walk
Bathe in waters touched by an angel’s fingertip,
I bury your golden talents
Blinded by the dread of a possessed prodigal.
Pilgrim, seeker,
I search for words that yearn to walk
Gathered from city light on a hilltop,
Paralyzed in Eden
With poetic flesh hanging from dry bones in harsh sands
I splash through channels of the word soaked in new wine,
With glee I find blooms in deserts
And lift verses from crooked roads to straight highways.
You lay me down beside a bubbling stream
As Spring enchants us in a lover's dream
You hold me as I watch the bubbles dance
The cadence of a song filled with romance
From face you tease away a raven tress
With longing eyes, my body you undress
Your lips touch mine in meeting graced with bliss
I'm lost to all around me, save your kiss
You water me with love, your flower fair
To see me bloom, my petals soft you bare
With gentle touch you go where none has gone
Then taste the honeyed dew your love has won
Like bubbles of the stream, I burst in glee
The blush of love in bloom you wake in me
Eileen Manassian
be lucky enough to find love
with one person
and fortunate enough
to become friends
seems it's not worth the mentioning
when all your relationship
comes to an end
aint worth much of nothing
when it seems everything has changed
when you start feeling
like your lover has become your enemy
they say you began acting
strange
let him know
get let the feelings go
she aint never loved you
he been around the
world
made a lot of friends
and never had a special someone
she start talking about you
behind your back
and people start acting dumb
leave her be
aint much to it
if she aint real all the time
strange things happen
when the ones you love don't
keep you first
priortizing
what real
and your freind is alway
on their mind
just let it be
let go
she don't love you
a story about a man down and out, he never found a worthy partner.
he often find love, but meddling folk wish ing freindship would divide the loyalites
of two poeple, to make conversation. feeling important often mean selling your soul to be seen as wise. often from a novices view it make no sense to be lovd. a fool in his own relation, that is made spectical of for the sake of meanest. break a Heart and be blessed. "Fall in love and miss out on the goodlife" said one woman!
full of music and rhythmic grooves and ballets.
For years I carried you
like a carriage, coupled to me.
I mistook attachment
for a steadying hand,
for a ballast weight guiding me,
keeping me on the rails.
A burden I willingly hauled
convinced we shared,
a common purpose,
a common destination.
I called it devotion,
called it a partnership,
never noticing the strain
and wear in the coupling,
the groan of steel and wheels
longing to run free.
Then came the quiet siding,
where the tracks forked and parted.
A pin was withdrawn.
A clasp was undone.
So softly, no one noticed.
As I slowed down
and we coasted.
As I passed the junction,
I pulled the points lever over.
The rails shifted silently between us.
You drifted off, along the branch line.
I carried on, uncoupled and unsure.
For miles I still expected
the familiar tug behind.
The ballast and counterweight
that had become
the measure of my heart.
Yet the further I traveled,
the lighter the regret became;
and when I glanced back,
you raised your hand,
waved, then smiled,
Content upon your own track.
Happy to share
the quite grace of uncoupling,
singing our swan song
and carrying on.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song " From Now On"
In the whispering breeze I heard the birds sing
for you as the sunburst sky flushed your face.
How endearingly attractive you were then to me,
mesmerized I knew, but you had no clue.
In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.
After the night melts, in your empty garden I find me
sparkle as the opalescent pearl of rare ecstasy,
like a dew drop on the petals of your luring rose.
How my fulfilled feeling of longing lingers you don’t know.
From eternity I get the time that I share with you.
As my desire flares like the blazing sunrise sky,
I am keen to see the day my dreams come true.
When your shadow entwines mine, you do not discern.
My fervor flies to the blue ether of your remote eyes,
where a nostalgic nest I build to become my retreat.
When in the storm I fondly shelter my love there,
how tensely forlorn it is, you don’t perceive.
From the ebony edge of the dense night of despair
storm clouds surge with thunders of tearing torment,
splinter the facade of the sky I call my heart,
where the shards of dream disperse in the debris.
Your rousing voice in the silent air of my yearning
echoes with the melody of my lonely resonant heart.
How complete I am when it delights me to the brim
to get the feeling of togetherness, you don’t sense.
When in the winter’s bare garden of frozen emotion,
I am alone like the unfurled bud between wilted leaves,
you bring for me the sunburst splendor of spring,
bloom in my heart red roses, I make a bouquet for you.
When you leave tracing the trail of melting mirage,
I feel deserted like desolate sands of the dry dune.
How despondently my pent-up words ‘I need you’
I say to me with sanguine whisper, you don’t hear.
From now on your essence makes a lasting image,
fused with the dark void in the abyss of my soul.
How many candles I have lighted there for you,
I am pining to tell you for you to love me evermore.