Long Subject matter Poems

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A Time For Us, Sonata

For our time has come when we walk side-by-side
and glance at each other with small talk and smiles
of deep thoughts of yesterdays
and not of things of tomorrow
as we both tighten the grips of our hands
we trace our feelings through our grins
consistently timed as our minds are one
accordingly, amidst the lull of our winks
we embrace, arms enwrapped to tender the moment
as we stopped our heads tilt as our lips touched the
the fullness of each other's breaths and taste our souls
then look lovingly deep into each other eyes and smile 
repeatedly we would then walk e'er so slowly down 
the park path passing others and acknowledging nods
and more smiles saying e'er so oft sweet nothings to
each other amidst the soft patter of our feet that is in
concertation of our heartbeats pulsating venation that
threads throughout our bodies and our lifeline to each
others true devotion and casting our cares to the side
relinquishing them like it were just yesterday's news,
talking with giddiness and paces often in strides or
perhaps not when in concerning conversation-worthy
of contemplation but not to the point of distress for
 we will then better the moment that that subject matter 
will resolve itself through clearer minds for this is not
much time for such and such, and no sooner said, we
return to more joviality and whatnots enjoying the
company of each other for this is that rare occasion
to entertain elder heads who possess younger hearts.
So now as we reach the halfway point of our rendezvous
as our arms swing e'er so gently, mild words in exchange
as we head back home knowing that
our lasting smile denotes the fact that
the consequence will revisit us once 
again, . . .  and again.

     2020 January 26     

*1st Place*

True Love
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke

     2020 January 28     

*1st Place*

SONATA LYRICS
~~James Edward Lee Sr

2020 February 13

*4th Place*

Favourite Poem from January 2020
~~Julia Ward

© William Kelii Kekaula  

Ring-bound journal waiting fond writes;
Feel warm thermal as words now cite.

Small square box lines guide and align;
Sexy thoughts brined in sensuous signs.

Word follows word in jazzy flow;
Strange message heard in cosmic show.

Feel and spice mix as passion moves;
Verse in sure fix to fund bold grooves.

Line after line fond think sparkles;
Rhythm defines thoughts that marvel.

Inner light glows in beauty and plot;
Mind weaves and grows a thousand thoughts.

Good frames better and then hurls best;
Subject matter springs a fond quest.

A tale of verse to fit the times;
Know and observe the pulse of rhymes.

Writing lines here with touch made plain;
Soul funds fond cheer with trust that gains.

Outcomes now ooze page after page;
Feel flavours cruise stage follows stage.

Path of delight in simple feel;
Light primes fine sight with words that heal.

No need to force or pressure time;
Just flow and pause to ink new rhymes.

Sit here and wait with patient mind;
Soul wears a gait that floods sure kind.

Sync mind and heart and body-soul;
Spirit now starts to glimpse pure whole.


Leon Enriquez
24 Mar 2014
Singapore

© Leon Enriquez  

lacking inspiration
I gave up trying
put it down left it alone
thought I could come up with come thing on my own
then I sat down
said that's what I would do
but when I got comfortable
I started thinking of you
if love would spared us
and we were left alone
We could have made it on our own
the Twelfe Violinist
was to solo between the change
the piece was rearranged
some found it crazy
but we had tweaked and trammeled
sorted and scrambled
until we got something smooth
it was same but different
we thought folk would say we were looking for
attention
and after all wasn't that what we were doing
"the sound of unity"
comes with endurance and great arrangements
"every gifted person: is again regifted
by being involved with great arrangements"
that's what we are trying to do.
changing the jalapeno to pot primo will
get a response but is the one you're looking for.
making a relationship storied isn't always good for the 
 condition of the relationship or the conditions of those
involved.Expressions of emotions often change the way you view
the subject matter from bland to bpld and strong sounds
comfronting the "who Did Bah's" meeting the challenge
with the idea of successfully honoring your gift
with our sound!

Brahmns Waltz)A flat Major,Op
39 No.15

© Allan Terry  

We all have a human responsibility and a duty to perform and execute.
I am convinced that our Maker has assigned to each of us a purpose.
The subject matter of purpose is very interesting with broad perimeters,
but it becomes more intriguing and far more challenging if one should
undertake the inviting task of revealing what lies within those boundaries.

Would it be fare to salty or fresh waters if I withheld the inhabitants of the 
fish? The earth is beautiful all by itself, but far less without the presence of its mortals. The open sky would be a big blob of space were there no glaring 
lights of the nights. It is the duty of Poets to define, describe, and display, not merely to report what they see.                                                               

The True Poet may or may not be a prophet, but for certain, a coward, a puppet, and reporter he is not. He sees the water, but also steam, ice, snow, and glaciers as large as states 'most stunning'. He sees the earth of breathtaking and awesome beauty, but he weeps over the decay of mortals. He sees vast skies of mostly blue and white clouds of calm.

He too has great respect for some dark clouds and flooding rains, but 
his hope is solid and overshadowed by the security blanket of The Cross.     
Perhaps he is a combination realist and optimist, but a pessimist he is not, and yes, he has fears and doubts like the rest of us, but you will never see    or hear him shouting, "The sky is falling!"

100620PSCtest, A Poet's Duty, Beth Evans. 4P

© Curtis Johnson  

There is one type of writing or form in poetry where you can freely express your thoughts in a different form or format.   I call it "prop" poetry.  A given one-word title of the poem or  a phrase is the subject matter.  Make a description of the given word or phrase with parallelism and/or contrasting ideas or thoughts in each line and end the last line with just one word, but doesn't have to be a one-syllable word.

  If you are familiar with photopoetry or shape (concrete) poem, we illustrate the subject of the poem in a consistent way as we explore the notion itself in a longer format.  

  Prop poetry can be written in a single line or up to 100 lines if you want to. Each line doesn't have to start with a capital letter. Each line can be expressed in lower case.

  You can also create your own poem in any shape or format that you wish.

  We write with simplicity to inspire with a great sense of pride.


Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis 

A miner's lung disease
deadly, but treatable.
Symptomatic
curable 
Well.


        My Sweetheart

lovely and compassionate 
  lively and never impersonate 
    loquacious, but not vicious 
      gentle and cautious 
         sweet



Poetry

Your soul that speaks
   your heart that leaks
      hot or cold
            bold


Rain

under the nimbus clouds in bouts
    with torn umbrella that pouts
     furious and unstoppable 
  flood in tears immeasurable 
      drenched in the mud
        clenched like a bud
                     wet
               

Fireworks

Ssshhhhbooooom!



A Cat's Tantrum

Wwweooooommm!!!

© Clifford Villalon  

Hi my name is poetry
Not the toughest guy on the street
I am full of mindful phrases
Not the genre you rush to meet

My words are thought provoking
Of metaphors and rhyme
You could grow to like me
If you only had the time

I can bring new meaning
To any subject that you please
A self help journal of discovery
To make you feel at ease

I am the lyrical entertainer
With each stanza that I write
Prompting broad emotions
That are hidden in plain sight

Are you a poetry lover?
Would this genre be your choice
Listening to personal reflections
Expressed through another's voice

Trying to find in poetry
A beautiful work of art?
Whilst staring in the distance
Agonising over a prompt to start

Breaking down the barriers
Saying goodbye to faceless rhymes
Learning from the classics
And update to modern times

Identify the subject matter
A clear message you can portray
Turning your undeveloped thoughts
Into a masterpiece one day

Let poetry be your compass
To steer you on your way
Bringing culture to the masses
In your own individual way

© Andy Mears  

These eyes watch the fierce rain
passing through
as earth moves, vibrating once more
my being shakes again
sensing you
somehow, yes- stronger than before

This heart, the beat quickens
with each sound
breath is taken, and so deeply
air presses, it thickens
I have found
raindrops bring you so close to me

These emotions, my heart
a quick glance
as the wild wind twists in my hair
striving to pull apart
just the chance
of me feeling you, everywhere
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~ You are in the waters touch ~
Powerful Moments

Form of Poetry~ Tri-fall
The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,a,b,c and meter for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8. This form requires little to no punctuation and can be written on any subject matter.

© Brandy Nicole  

Promises made promises broken,									
a continuum as long as spring follows winter.								
An inevitable sequence, a metal chain, 									
locking all pledges of honesty into a dishonest oath.							
These loyal pledges will fail for both.
	
It may not be the promises broken,									
instead the subject matter of the pledge.								
If the adjuration for an honest pact									
was a lifetime bond,											
it may be here promises hold strong.

If there was a day 											
when becoming cross at a loved one 									
was the last breath spoken to them, 									
would you honor a promise to yourself 								
never to let that happen again.	
																						One never knows the last time it will be, 								
causal callous words last spoken a tragedy.							
Then all let’s make this promise together,								
a pact that will be kept now and forever.								
Words to one another will always have 								
respect, dignity and love, assuring this pact not broken,						
never knowing it could be the last words spoken.

© Alexander Gwyn  

Linda, love your poetry
Linda, your my omego
Linda, known as p/d
Linda, you all know
Linda, giving a mention
Linda, who's from Texas
Linda, to all an inspiration
Linda, you are so gorgeous
Linda, you have real insight
Linda, with every metaphor
Linda, reading your every write
Linda, I'm on a magical tore
Linda, like your subject matter 
Linda, how can I keep up pace
Linda, you have true character
Linda, your nothing but ace!



A tribute to--  PD LINAD THE DESTOYER -- or though I had already wrote omego which I felt went on a bit i felt this better 
ive become obsessed with this new found patern   starting every lin with same word my first write with this 
was a poem called someone then with you and so on  
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this my tribute to you  LINDA  ,,,,  xx ,,,,,,,,,,,,     PROBABLY INSPIERD BY YOUR CONTEST 
XXXXXX witten by my self david scott 2013

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© David Scott  

You know what I bought this bed sofa the other day
          It was the sort for a lofa,yeah it was blue and grey
          But yeah I had to take it back, because it had a rip
          And would you believe in the middle had a huge dip

          I was simply stunned as there was not a lot in there range
          I was hoping they'd give me a refund or some exchange
          I mean I was apprehensive about buying in the first place
          But that's me as always got to be expensive in taste

         The shop assistant got me so tense, that I lost my cool
         I was so persistent because it just made no sense at all
         But neither did I know what I had done with my receipt
         All I wanted then was to take a breather and have a seat

         You know I had to flip because the sofa fell on my knee
         What a trip I felt like a right gofa carrying that bed settee
         I did not want to cause a sence, but then how do you react?
         I wanted to scream but eventually I did get my money back

                      A poem idea inspierd by dawn and tony(2001)
     Written july/august( 2002) about a time when moved in to belgrade quare
            It was carrying it back to the shop me and brotherinlaw tony
           just playing around with words trying different subject matter
                Adding a bit of humer similer to love thy neigbour
                           Travelling  a poem for coventry  and parasights

© David Scott