bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the
shadows
she, thus departing
on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and
tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed for a voice, but
silenced
with my reluctance
"please don't leave!", I begged of her proud
affections
"you're the blushing flame that so warms my
marrow!"
still, those sounds had not found my lips for
voicing ...
heavy, that stillness
rife, those times that I'd worked hard to impress
her
waiting, long, the chance of this evening saunter
there I stood, waist-deep in the meadow, darkened
mourning my chances
as her shape was swallowed by shrouded
gloaming
rose the moon, perfecting its grand enchantments
I, then, choked on words meant for love's
endeavor
now, sad ... unspoken.
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
Every night Sea rises at high tide
His waves are like warm frothy fingers
caressing Moon's golden glow on the shore
It's a game they play with ebb and flow
Hide and seek. She has a flirtacious streak
when shrouding herself behind a veil of clouds
Eternal lovers who share intimate moments
romantic thoughts ~ nothing more
i hate the saying
i met you at the wrong time
or
we met at a strange time
because
when isn't a strange time?
we're on a planet
perfectly aligned for us
so i think every second
on this planet
is a strange time
For hours I sit without speaking
More when I find myself seeking
Lines for poetry that must rhyme
Signs that I've been wasting my time
Quite often, my mind goes adrift
Plight of poets without the gift
Of writing their romantic thoughts
Love must flow from amorous hearts
Love has come knocking at my door
Opening my heart I prepare for more
Traversing the planet walking hand and hand
Travel to an exotic place needs to be planned
Our lips locked together in a sensuous kiss
A celestial experience not to be missed
Waves of passion flowing out towards you
Creating a journey of endless bliss you know what to do
Romantic thoughts float gently through my mind
You are the woman of my dreams so beautiful and kind
Looking back at me through those radiant eyes
A final embrace makes it harder to say goodbye
I should be writing lyrics I'd sing to you in a love song
like the nights when you were here with me to listen.
But everything between us is awry and terribly wrong.
You'll never see the tears in my eyes but they glisten.
No longer can I sleep in the bed we once shared
or look at the pillow where you rested your head.
From this suffering, I wish we'd both been spared
without wounds to be healed; without tears we shed.
I cannot write lines skewed with romantic thoughts,
of walks along a beach, or kisses in the moonlight.
In wakes of crashing waves are two broken hearts.
Memories visit me as shadows hovering every night.
I will never find a love poem written by your hand.
There is nothing we could ever do to make amends
for reasons why you don't walk beside me on the sand.
What if heartache I feel over losing you never ends ~
If that is to be, a daunting mantle will fall over me,
a cloak never lifted from my eyes in fear they rest
on you with someone else, for I could not bear to see
your hands lovingly fondling another woman's breasts.
Hey I just love the countryside
it's so peaceful and full of calm
even when I don't meet a single soul
but come across a working farm
One time with the sun so bright
sweat was so prominent on my face
but the warmth was worth it all
a great start to the day in my place
Usually, I like being just on my own
but this day I met Edith on route
we got chatting about country life
finding both loved to be on foot
So Eddie(me) and Edith loved being together
especially walking seeing lovely scenes
romantic thoughts enter their hearts
a future together makes them keen
So both continue to love a stroll
hand in hand along step by step
being thankful for where they met
finding love within their lover's net!
Amid her degraded,miserable life
in the red light area,
she hummed the songs
of the Hindi films.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror
she dreamt herself as the heroine
of a romantic movie
opposite her favorite star.
Sometimes, she copying the dialogues
and gestures of heroines
from the romantic scenes
of the popular movies,
and thinking herself
as a courtesan seen
in a popular movie.
These filmy,romantic thoughts
often comforted
her youthful life
in the red light district.
Sweet goddess I feel like I'm being driven insane
By these thoughts that reside in my mind
They are soft and comforting, so beautiful and intimate
Yet unreachable, so far away
Am I unlovable?
Am I not to feel another women's hand in my own?
Why do none come forth when I call out
Why am I alone in this place while everyone has their lover
I bought her a bunch of blue violets and roses of red
Pure romantic thoughts were going around in my head.
Thought I'd surprise her and went round to her back door
There she was with my best friend, sprawled out on the floor.
She saw me and screamed saying "it's not what you think"
I lost one of my gold earrings under the kitchen sink.
Her face was red as beetroot, my former friend too
We exchanged insults and the air then turned blue.
Well I'm certainly no idiot and I have travelled worldwide
And it opened my eyes that she was taking me for a ride.
But there's one thing for sure, it killed my romantic mood
And you don't search for an earring when you're in the nude.
Written 8th February 2022.
NOT FOR CONTEST.
Sunlight paints your blush with ruby highlights,
inking you in stunning cinibar tints.
And romantic thoughts glow in your aura,
inspiring both artists and troubadours.
With wafts of romantic inclinations,
your fragrant aroma summons a kiss.
And oft fills sultry souls with thoughts of bliss,
imagining a world built on a wish.
Laid in a book, you await tomorrow,
your crimson color crumbling into dust.
But happy thoughts wash all that's sad away;
as your charming disposition blossoms.
Your buds bloom into a symbol of class,
along with caviar and Cadillacs.
And fuchsia adds glamor to your array;
in a phantasmagorical display.
You accompany faith through dark shadows;
as you ward off scary, sorrowful thoughts.
And mourn with all who cry, clutching your thorns;
comforting, distraught souls without a word.
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
JUdged: 04/18/2021
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
After a day of romantic thoughts
My rhymes are geared up, ready to pop
Limericks to astound
Words so profound
Surpassing my brilliance topping my top
Ardor of Autumn
Wind rolls off the river, chills the bones.
My cheeks are rosy from Chicago's cold.
Now wrapped in warmth inside with tea and scones,
October has my body feeling old.
Yet, I love the views autumn colors bring
The rain that falls upon my window pane,
How nature's timing changes everything,
How death of cold rejuvenates again.
The beauty of this season inspires
Poetry to flow from my hand to pen,
As romantic thoughts of my desires,
Memories of our tender love back when
Our souls first encountered a love so deep,
As I recall those times they make me weep.
10-4-19
~Third Place~
Autumn sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Oh Luna
Oh Luna, I am watching you
rise in eastern skies.
Your fullness fills my heart
with romantic thoughts
As I serenely bathe in your
charming reflective glow,
I know there are lovers every-
where gazing in awe
Of your exquisite enchanting
allure causing hearts
To beat with a thrilling rhythm
of inner love songs
That captivate the heart and
soul, imbibing imagery
Of silent shadows and distant
stars that drape your
Indigo sky in shimmering star-
light from light years
Passed, and as shooting stars
brighten night skies,
They are reflected as you are
in lover's longing eyes.
10-24-18
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