Long Poetry month Poems
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My heart is beating faster,
As I hear the faint sound of that laughter.
Tickling my senses,
I feel defenceless
As I gaze into your brown eyes—
Alive and wise.
A ghost of your former self,
Like the picture on the shelf,
Tenderly staring at me
As I drop to my knees.
I shiver with cold;
I would give all my gold
To have you alive.
Instead, I’m here—and barely survived
The day you went away.
I stare at my reflection and see more grey.
I give a little smile,
Because you are beside me for a while—
A beautiful young lady,
A part of me.
On Earth or in Heaven, forever,
Together.
APRIL NATIONAL POETRY MONTH CONTEST
BEST LOVE OR INTIMACY POEM
Apprehensively, I stepped into a crowded
Wedding reception of a distant relative,
That is when I saw you from afar,
Instantly, my mood changed from apprehensive,
To desire, a woman born magicly for me!
Your flawless skin
Suntanned and glowing,
Your long red hair
Fiery and flowing,
Your presence melted
Throughout my being,
Your flighty flirty silky voice
Above the music and the noise,
Was like an angel’s harp,
A cupid’s arrow,
Aimed straight at my heart.
My breathing shallow,
With a saucy look,
You threw your head back,
Flicked your hair,
Was this a dare,
I drowned in your gaze,
You turned my way,
As if to say yes, you may.
The floor began to slide,
Quickening my pulse,
My senses not so steady,
I felt quite heady,
Your sensuality electric,
It was incredible,
I could almost taste your lips,
So cherry red, so edible,
As I savored you, but
No more could I take.
I walked across the room
And swung you in my arms,
Your titillating laugh,
And long slender legs,
Told secretly of
Other Hidden charms.
I took you home,
The wind was wild,
Your red hair slapped my face,
You held my arm so tight,
With excitement yet with
Poise and grace.
On the way, not a word
Did you speak, your wide,
Hazel brown eyes said all.
We fell in love that night,
And knew each other well,
By first light.
I cradled you murmuring
I will love you till I die,
She took a strand of her long
Red hair, encircling
Our wedding fingers.
Competition Entry: APRIL NATIONAL POETRY MONTH POETRY CONCERT
SPONSOR: Daniel Henry Rogers
Date: 07/04/2026
Rose petals crinkle between my fingers
Of the flowers the smallest man on Earth gifted
No person could seal the cracks in my heart's foundation
Well, until the day you glistened into my vision
Party back one August, seas of flesh enticed me
I did the waltz with a young man, springing with vitality
But the dark circles that guarded your eyes of hazel
Pulled me into your nation's tight borders
You were never afraid to welcome me
Arms swung open, the kingdom's gates
Wrapped with layers of deep crimson fabric
The grasp stole my breath quicker than anxiety did
You were convincing my father, quoting Socrates
Mouth flowing with a river of eloquence
Fingers brushed against my rose sequin dress
Wait, what's this warmness on my hand?
"The unexamined life is not worth living"
The words delivered cool like spearmint
Deep in my bosom, a feeling brewed
Heartbeats against my chest like stray bullets
Tato nodded his head, patting your head of dark curls
"Treat my daughter right, Stavros."
"Not my name. But I'll do it for her."
And with that, we hurried back into the room's center
Now, you're the gleaming rhinestones in my life
Beaming with wit and polished with a sugar-sweet kiss
I examine you under daylight's breath
Oh, my mirror, I can't believe you get to be mine
I'm applying for 'Best Narrative Poem', 'Best Love or Intimacy Poem', and 'Best New Poet' in the "April National Poetry Month Poetry Contest". I joined this site on January 18th, 2026.
ghost, river, shiver, gaze, tender, cold
Ghost River
Ghost river runs without a shrink.
Little known in polite circles.
With cupped hands, the shameless down drink.
Suspended place, not inked in journals.
A decisive shiver up spine.
Why’d a boat wait at foggy shore?
He’d smiled at me, as we’d cheered wine.
Trepidation ripe in my core.
His leather gaze; something so strong.
It’s cold in this romantic boat.
The oars sluice in mud; bid ‘so long.’
This life offers me an antidote.
Awful the scented rose petals,
so inky ebonic afloat.
Tender whispers amidst nettles
of thorns piercing my inner throat.
Before I thought to scream, the hosts
in revelry asked me to join.
“Get out of the boat…” (drown, they coax)
Madness! Their eyes’ covered with coins.
My eyes flutter open at once.
There’s a knock at the door. It’s him.
I’ve been warned; palpitations in flux.
Satan’s given a pseudonym.
I shake off my trepidation,
it’s only a dream; excited.
Suddenly - a celebration.
Down in the waters, invited.
No longer a dream, a nightmare.
I’d never awaken…no prayer.
Written: April 7th, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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When the river ascends, a vow holds true
beyond the dawn, rarest jewel
Resting hearts discover solace in dual
the suspenseful glimmer of love’s hue
Treasure life, abscond the fool
spoke the king to his queen with pompous glee
An eclipse unexplored, together we foresee
In shadow shiver, life delicate rule
The sharp edge of remorse is keen
commitments made beneath a sunlit, raw day
Birds turned with their wings to the bay
spirits are lifting where ambitions glean
Joy colors the sky in spring, so organic and few
gentle breezes carried dreams of fresh dust
Endless happiness, a hint on canvas will rust
an oasis was discovered as shadows withdrew
"A writer must use ink from their heart for their readers." By Poet
Even as a creative "Ghost" writer,
we need "Heart" as we pull an all-nighter.
What will our muse want to "Deliver,"
maybe happy or sad or be a forgiver.
Words can sometimes be very "Tender,"
other times be bold and an offender.
"Erase" is one of our many tools,
no writer wants to be put in a group of fools.
Words are like paint painting the weather,
from days with flowers like pretty heather.
Summers can be really hot and bold,
then we cool off to a winter of "Cold."
They say our blood is really ink,
not red but a pretty pink.
Hope Springs Eternal in our Winter of our Discontent
Poem for April 2020 Poetry Month Day 1 based writer’s digest prompt posted on all poetry and my web page the world according to cosmos
Hope springs eternal in the winter of our discontent
On the daily news that fills us with dread
Perfect storm of hatred, fear and despair?Everywhere we go nonstop fear broadcasted
Despair fills my heart as I turn on the news
Everywhere we are in the midst of the pandemic
Simply put death is at hand
Planning for the future yet waiting for death
At worst we will all die not today but soon
In the long term we are all dead
Remembering the dead all around us
yet I end this poem with a word of hope
hoping for the best
while preparing for the worst
all I can do to stay sane
as I await my fate
on this dismal date
April 1 is indeed
April Fool’s date
is that our fate
this endless dance with death?
and to end with a sign of hope
I know that if I have you by my side
I will survive I will survive
until the end of time itself
takes us to the other side
Words chosen
River Heart. Shiver Gaze. Lush Tender
Mr. and Miss meet at river strand,
when spectacular twilight started to display
marvelous hues to be pasted on firmament.
Ambient is flush with lush colors on cerulean sky
Peerless panorama to overwhelm.
Poetry of Nature got entry with poems of gems.
Four eyes gaze at each other drinking dreamy desires
Both hearts shivered on thrill.
Seven heavens came down to greet.
Ardent ardour embowered emotive urge.
Passion sprouted.
Evening merged to night :
Light and darkness to fight.
Descent Crescent Moon peeped
and winked at the couple.
Eternal time took pause.
At the very tender moment
amour is sealed :p
Best bliss of Mr. and Miss.
Poem of love to compose
on petals of scarlet red rose.
With gratitude zeal from the heart
Exuding worshipful bliss
My soul praises the Almighty
Revived by the Holy Ghost
While faith does gaze yon firmament
Vanquishing doubts that bombard hope…
Directed toward caring kindness-route
Thankful* spirit keeps on radiating exuberance
Moved by the Lord’s tender mercy
To overcome apathetic arrogance
Smiting cold dealings...
Reverberating heavenly triumph
While optimizing reaching-out fulfillment
Grateful life creates poems spontaneously with vibrant mirth
Exalting the Creator Who warms grace, joy, and peace for sharing glow.
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
April 8, 2025
3rd place, "National Poetry Month Word Prompts" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Crystol Woods; judged on 4/14/2025
River, Heart, Gaze, Eclipse, Lush, Tender
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A gentle flowing RIVER
reflecting an ECLIPSED moon
no tides, no pretended pull,
unlike influenced ocean
flows TENDERLY not hurting
dear lives depending on her
LUSH vibrant gulmohar trees
stand sentinel banking her
where greenish feathery leaves
sway to give full shade decor
They speak in new love whispers,
meaningless sweet so nothings
Oh! Tired song birds sleep-perching
light on frail branches of trees
Embrace lovers' ambience,
a lullaby to HEART'S fill
Stars GAZE in combined wonder
at glistening mild river
Somewhere near, a lonely heart
immersed in soothing music
Asks the cool breeze to carry
harmonics and secret notes
listeners hear, walkers walk
towards divine melody