Long Undying love Poems

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Premium Member Husband Dear


I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone
I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone

I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy
I ask you to cook for me, you turn to call your mommy

I question, what ever happened to our undying love?
You look fixedly at me, and wonder why I’m asking now?

Roses were red, violets were blue when we used to date
Now, rubies are red, sapphires are blue as I curse my fate

Marriage, before it, I had my liberty and was independent 
Since you entered my life, my neck has a  collar with a pendant

You never cease talking to your friends, and your mother
Over phone, when I make an urgent call you don’t bother

I know you love me, but it is for your own self-interest
Which actually means you love what is good for your rest

I know you love me but you know it is, also, for your own good
Like the goose that laid the golden eggs, I’d worry about your mood

You wish to be one of high society and take part in kitty party
To be at home and manage the house instead of being nasty

Not worrying about cooking, children, and their school
From work I return, to do your chores, again to be a fool

mbfarookh
© MB Farookh  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Ekphrasis On House of Parliament At Sunset

stupendous silhouette of castle 
piercing through hazy fog
reminds me of your shadow
as you come to meet me at twilight

mixed hues of spectral sky 
reflected in dreamy water 
in furrowed thick impasto
of amber and sandstone
are glowing ember
of your undying love.



Notes: Claude Monet painted a series of impressionist oil paintings of the Palace of Westminster, home of the British Parliament, in the autumn of 1899 and the early months of 1900 and 1901 during stays in London. All of the series' paintings share the same viewpoint from Monet's window or a terrace at St Thomas' Hospital overlooking the Thames and the approximate canvas size of 81 cm × 92 cm (32 in × 36 3/8 in).They were, however, painted during different times of the day and weather conditions. This one was during sunset. ( Photo and reference credits to Wikipedia).


20 May 2021

For "All Yours ( May 20) Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
© JC Brul  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member Rose of Sharon

 'Roses from all nations scintillate in complete harmony'   

A Rose by any other Name - by Maria Williams

ROSE OF SHARON

Voyage of repatriated petals, dipped in silver and gold,
continental drifting through coagulating clouds -
Time To Say Goodbye to division, Il Divo harmonizes
as the world listens - the cemetery rose old.

Global vortex, dramatic sparks, landmass whole -
not as paramount as the people sailing together,
fair winds, ruddy cheeks, grand smiles that peak.
reparations of thorny holes, Rose of Sharon gathers souls.

The velvety snow of roses that never die,
curabilities for nations gathering at the tree -
the one that will enhance, enthrall, hold out
His fruit of life, stamp out existence of all lies.

The beautiful bounty of everlasting truth,
a soaking of undying love for each other
in the righteous Savior’s hand, ripe and real,
lasting restoration of the countenance of youth.

2/26/2020
Sponsored by: Silent One
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup Poet -
Maria Williams Poetry Contest

*Time to Say Goodbye - "Con te partirò" (Italian) "With you I shall leave") is an Italian song written by Francesco Sartori (music)
and Lucio Quarantotto (lyrics). (From Wikipedia)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Undying Love

Tears surge as I revisit the pages

My mind clears, I recollect the stages


As we held hands and walked a promise path

of the undreamed hope since we said “I do”

Shook the dust of discarded past and grew

Adieu ,  were not intended  for our breath

I lie in comfort  upon your lap,   scathe,

breathing deep, your saintly healing  come through



Ought,  slumber peaceful? 

My soul burst with your absence

full with equanimity 


My unmoving wing

extends forth to bring you home.

You shall live till time is due


9/29/2016

Three Style II - Poetry Contest  
 Sponsored by: Laura Loo
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Love In the Trenches

Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud

You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever

She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend against her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie

Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches


© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Dion Is Quiet

Dion is Quiet

Their marriage had left a demineralized matrix or was it the other way around

Possibly feminine revenge for her own mid-life crisis gone hard in denial

Where once had been gems precious crystals and finely grained rock seams

A desolate womb of silence scooped the last remainders of once happy times


Dion challenged the burden and rolled the ragged stone up a steep void in vain

‘Could have should have would have’ followed the sysyphean slope of gravity

Claimed diogenean wisdom and honestly told Alexandra to get out of his orbit

Soaked up his sun and blocked the faded memories of her once shining beauty


He mentioned undying love but received an evil eye as reward for the promise

Pointed a lantern of reason and feeling towards the overgrown path of love but

Was rewarded by a risorius grimace in-scripted onto a stone wall of vile wrath

Gave her the benefit of doubt and displaced his self-preservation with surrender


The years have passed and after a protracted spell of understanding her venom

Rationalizing analysing interpreting and making lame excuses for her behaviour

Long after he found new hope and happiness that surpasses his wildest dreams 

Dion wonders whether silence is only a golden reminder of who’s hurting whom 


Surely politeness shows certain respect and sentient beings deserve all regard

Karma wishes for consideration chakras need to develop and a still lotus flower

Is worth more than a thousand torn roses as a fig of new growth is quietly sweet  

And yet raw truth demands her to hear what a calculating creep she had become



20th April 2019

Premium Member This Spring the Poppies Bloomed

A field afire
papery petals glow like ruby votive candles
a collection of cupped solar flames
vowed to shine despite the dew before dawn
evaporating any doubt the sun would rise
the mist would lift 
consoling one in darkness

Rising up where wildflowers past have fallen
victim to soil fallow and shallow
your Spring growth resurrects my hope
as your resurgent blooms stretch to the heavens
I awaken thawed from the frost of loss  
regenerated by dreams 
of undying love  sacrifice  and  joy

O poppy blood red
vast your bed a symbol of life and death  
and imagination..  you inspire me with your irony
your roots belie a feathery foliage
anchored though airy
light and looking like you might take flight 
but spirited blossoms stand an army of angels
earthbound and blushing

My breath stops when I gaze upon you — yet
when I walk among your thronging whorls
grazed by your grace
my chest rises and falls 
my bloodstream set ablaze 
by the grandeur of your inner light
my heart rejoices with the voices of breezes 
aswirl with a swish through your scarlet banners of peace

We share a savor for new-day chardonnay skies
tender the warm tinge before summer’s singe 
rhythmic air moves us with singsong sighs
a swaying dance of sepaled celebrants
with nary a fresh bud trod upon
crimson and sunrise   spirit and flesh  
raising palms and psalms in thanks and praise
festive in rebirth and remembrance 
where tears fall not as rain but as  
           c o n f e t t i
as my heart carries the bouquet of your immortal beauty 
like a bride on her May wedding day


Susan Ashley 
March 11, 2022


*Dedicated to my father who gently passed on June 10, 2021.
You are loved and missed dearly, dad 


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Spring Showers or Spring Flowers
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh


*nary: not, or not any


(Image: Glow with pride: Express.co.uk)

Premium Member She Is the Star

Angels live in heaven, so I heard them say,
in pristine celestial beauty they glow
as the sparkling stars in the crystalline milky way,
but often they descend on earth, I know.

How do I know, you may ask me,
I’ve seen the radiance in the heart of my mother
as bright as the shine of a star can be,
its luster of love nurtured the flower in me lest I wither.

In times of turmoil when the family was adrift
she toiled hard to grow our roots in a green pasture.
To my deprived uncertain life she gave a gift,
a nest from where I spread my wings on the sky of future.

I flew high in the wake of her protective wings,
the soaring aspirations wild winds couldn’t blow away.
In her shadow I live with her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I’m today.

She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night I see the north star glisten
to guide me to my final destination, I then know,
she is the star, now with the angels, shining in heaven.

December 11, 2019
Contest : Memorial of a Loved One
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love In the Trenches

Now this is my definition of love
It's much like wrestling in the mud
You get down and dirty
And say things quite flirty
Then it all comes together with a thud

You scream out bloody murder together
Promise your undying love forever
Roll over and whisper
The name of her sister
Then you realize that wasn't too clever

She pummels your head without any mercy
You attempt to defend 'gainst her fury
You start to see rainbows
And a bunch of pretty halos
A ferocious little dynamo this girlie

Well eventually you recover your senses
And are able to put up some defences
You plant a big smacker
On this sweet li'l attacker
Then it's back to love in the trenches



© Jack Ellison 2015
Form: Narrative

We Will Never Meet

Life’s journey means we never meet
But the  love we  share as  just  one heartbeat

We will never see each other’s tears of joy or pain
We will  never have the chance to shelter  each other from the rain

What we share is a caring heart 
And a love of music and of  art

In a world that’s filled with pain
We have choosen to dance in the rain

And to stand beneath cherry blossom trees 
as petals fall on a gentle breeze

We leave our footprints on a virgin beach
our undying love we beseech

We light a candle to burn day and night
Our love to burn so bright.

Knowing that we will never meet.
Form: Couplet

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