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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered dust
“My sanity for some cool water”
When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,
wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze
as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,
to gather her brown and sepia landscape,
pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf
from the chalk textured ground taking it
where it would suit another, for this is my luck
"Take my shade I beg not, for it is merely a branch”
Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,
a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant
Nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place
once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now
green as if lush has just been defined
with sweet air and pomegranate skies featuring a glow,
pristine shades of which I’ve never seen, heavenly
“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”
When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost
slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own
personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart
An angel, a goddess, extends a hand to me?
My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle
her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating
to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder, is this my end?
“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly”
A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality,
now steadied by her touch and the sweet scent of lavender and lime
“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,
thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings
melodic and harmonious, a rhythm to the beat of my heart,
the race of my pulse, the love of my life, my muse, my all
“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen”
*I feel this poem speaks of poetry, the reason we are all here. To find and share our muse, to be inspired and grow together in poetry. It also was a step out of my comfort zone for me as this was an early write of mine where I tried a few new ideas.
Soiled dove.
I don’t know where u have been but I know where u can be.
I see the hurt beyond that carelessness.
The pain in ur words .
Where u been I don’t know.
But where u are u don’t deserve to be.
What great trial did you encounter?
To think urself unworthy.
Soiled dove.
Your beauty is priceless.
Ur eyes should be a glow of divine favour.
No great trial should rob u of your freedom.
No great man should use you as an instrument.
Soiled dove.
What great men took ur innocence and threw it to the wolves.
Who told you that you could never recover?
Don’t let ur hurt grow into a block of ice.
Soiled dove.
Your soul should be a musk of strength and courage.
Not a soul of hatred and ignorance.
What greater trial did u encounter to appear so lost?
What duchess told you, you are unworthy?
Soiled dove.
How many great doves have rose from their doom.?
Who cut ur wings and crippled ur soul.
What do you think the wings are for?
You purity should overcome all hate.
Your peacefulness should be the barrier of strength.
Soiled dove.
Wipe those tears from ur eyes.
Dnt let them soil ur beauty
Dnt let them break ur stride.
Soiled dove.
Open your eyes and see the beautiful person in the mirror.
I wondered through time and space
Searching for the right place
I checked the tent of the sun
Since your presence is much fun
Then to the moon's path
As your beauty reaches every part
I stopped even at the milky way.
Because your astonishing smiles always stays
I scrutinized the perimeter of the cloud
Being that your handiwork is very loud
I examined the mythic boarder of earth and sky
Yes, I know your lips won't lie
I peruse the corridor of the sea and land
Knowing your virtues are like the sand
But still your base eludes my grasp
Your space beyond my lapse
Frustration now befriend me
Oh! where can you be?
In solitude I pondered
To the hands of the wind I surrendered
From a depth a voice calls
Leading me to a wall
Of muscles, vessels and blood
In consistent rhythms as cord
Where could this be?
A shrine of blood and bones
Always inside living thoughts
Once held a vision adoring thee
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless
This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous
Adding this truly wonderful music
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh
Why do I love you so
Wearing the glass slippers
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked
Standing out most beautiful
A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are
Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem
Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish
becomes the soul command
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys
A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
Each day the glorious glow of sunrise
warmed the wonderful wanderings of my waiting
by the shore of my youth
as I watched you cross the sand from your summer cottage
to the edge of the tides high line
which was wet and cool to the feet
you were the dream which walked by
though many years older
your head turned each time with a smile
my voice was held silent from your beauty
my heart was a trembling pulse of wishes
as I became a stumbling shadow of serene illusions
that I hid in the resolved reason of my mind's renderings
to be visited in the restless nights
of welcomed thoughts with wondrous fantasy
never to have known you
each summer I visit your grave with flowers
and have memories of fictitious flirtations
as I think to myself...If only you knew
10/24/20 contest If only you knew
Pleasures of Moving on Moon
You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.
Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love,
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.
For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.
While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.
Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth,
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010
• Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet
• Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
• Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
I know that you love me in so many different ways
You show it every hour of every single day
My inner being reaches out to touch your soul in a loving way
Until my last living day I will yearn your touch
No greater love can I give than on this summer's day
My sunlight, candle light or the light of the moon
No one can hold me prisoner as I will escape
My feeling for you are crystal clear . praise to god
I feel the beat of my heart hasten with passion
old romances extinguished even from my childhood days
The love lost I have regained and am refreshed again
The angels sing and speak of your beauty
My eyes would come a light, if only you would agree
and I refuse to die unless I am within your arms on my final day .
comp entry 1st ever go at a sonnet , big sorry to all sonnet writers its got 14 lines but at least I tried 19022015 .
Written, by Eric Warr
A Beauty Constance
In Response to the poem
Ode To My Face, written by Constance La France
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There are no words that can explain.
No written phrase;
nor vocal utterance that can restrain
your beauty - a faceless tenant.
Within your eyes are depths untold.
To hold their gaze;
to pique your soul with a reckless
and brittle heart - a foolish falter.
Your face does hold Winter's past.
Pale flushed snow;
with evening's comfort tinted, and
lipstick - the winter heath adorning
downs of joy and sorrow - behold.
A nose is sacred, divinely sculpted;
your hearth's mantel.
Permit your tenderness to exhale -
let warmth escape - giving solace.
Counted wounds from past that
rent and ever borne;
and to see your face in the mirror
do cherish - for if another worn,
alike you'd be in different shades.
Yet grace us all with just a glimpse,
your written soul;
upon the pages fragmented, your
true face - breathtaking and unique.
Your reflection on a leaf -
a pale warm light aflame within;
and in the mirror seen - a radiance;
a beauty . . . Constance
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An Ode To My Face
I would like to write an Ode to my face.
It is not beautiful at all,
but more unique-
Oh yes, my nose is way too big,
my skin too pale so I must apply blush,
and my lips pale without lipstick.
I have been told my eyes are deep and sad-
to look into them will break your heart.
My history is written within my face-
some say breathtaking . . . some say different.
FALLING
Heads over heels
Like I am on love prescription pills
I am crazy about this lady
And the thought of that kills
I need your time and affection
But all I get is rejection
Your beauty fills me with wonder
Like lightening blots and thunder
I am falling and my feet is in the air
Coming down with despair
Without my silver wings
Or my angel over here
At a high velocity
I am sure to reach eternity
Before my head strikes the ground
You have turned my life up side down
And made it spin round and round
Like a Merry go round
Or some kind of an Extra Terrestrial saucer
I cannot eat or drink even water
Love is so cruel
So I shall challenge him to a duel
I pray not for fatality
But my anger preaches mortality
I strucked him with the first blow
And he falls down slow
But my anger only made matters worse
So I had to let her go
If she 's yours she will come back to you
Says Mercury’s little voice
But she is beautiful and intelligent probably has a greater choice
Off she goes with a Jewish Croesus
While I still call on Jesus
A poor man’s predicament
So off I go for a Holy Sacrament
I prayed and prayed and I fasted for years
Till I met a common peasant girl who dried up my tears
But after two decades there comes Eva
I told myself it is rather late than never
But what will I do with my country lady whom I took for a wife?
I told Eva to let me be because I already have a life
By
Olusegun Akanbi
Just one look
You’re a luminescent light in a dark grey world.
No bling necessary; it pales into insignificance next to your beauty.
Metal on hand, that piece does not suit you.
A classic band of gold I think you would suit. You suit me.
There is no need to advertise your full time commitment.
It is clear from your beauty, you are already meant,
For another to love, but all sane men would look in the hope,
That there had never been a tan line on your ring-finger…but no.
These eyes do not lie or deceive.
True feelings left to their dreaming,
Of what might have been,
If only there could have been a way;
And one day I will forget you…but not today.
No other has come along who could ever replace,
Or compare to thee. They are less than could be.
I know you will never be mine,
But all wandering minds are fixed on thou
And all of thine divine beauty.
In a far off land lives a travelling man.
He once saw you as you passed by his window.
Since that day he has scaled mountain tops and mined his way,
Through all the gold, always asking, do you know? Do you know,
Who she was?
Once seen, never gone.
Unfortunately you will always remain,
Lost.
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