Tenderest Poems | Examples

These Tears

This somber glade where they've laid you
will become my sanctuary;
memories will be companions
in my quiet misery.

You never liked to see me cry.
I hear your soft and gentle voice
with tenderest sincerity
asking, 'Why such bitter tears?'

These tears are layered like the rose
that, to my lips, I press and kiss
while kneeling in the cold, damp sod
only to be close to you.

These tears show all the grief I feel
and flow from deep within my heart;
remnants of all the hopes and dreams
we planned to share together…

Grief that grips my tormented mind,
tightly clutching my aching heart,
slowly squeezing away the life
that I must face without you.

These tears also show thankfulness,
streaming down like a healing rain,
assuring me that you'll never
have to suffer grief like this.

As The Last Petal Falls

As the last 
petal 
      falls 
from the stem 
of 
    your beautiful heart, 

I will 
catch  
          it 
then own  
          in my hands,  

              the most 
        tenderest 
                       part  
of your 
          ALL !

Eurydice and Her Moonbeamed Tresses

Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like  sweet 
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her 
heart, so aquamarine velvet.

Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic, 
tsunamic romances.

On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her 
chiseled,moonbeam face, 
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.

Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse, 
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!

But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly 
insatiable, heart’s-door! 

Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls 
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!

                              6/4/2024

The Lake and the Lotus

If I were a lake and you were a lotus
Would you think yourself too small to be noticed?
Or would you open your petals to me
Blossoming boldly and brilliantly
To rival the stars that heaven bestowed us
Outshining them all if you were a lotus?

If I were a lotus and you were a lake
Would you dance with me in the white swan’s wake?
Would you keep me afloat through storm and flood
Would you love me if I were still just a bud
Help me to grow and bloom and partake
In the tenderest touch if you were a lake?

Rainbow Valley

It's never planned to write another
But they always come, 'cause there's no other
Someone I would write these for
On you my tenderest thoughts do pour

When I think of you, the words then flow
My heart in literary glow
To try to dam the ballad spout
They'd only find a new way out

I want with my words to caress
Your heart with delicate finesse
To hug you through my writing pen
To kiss through verses, thoughts, and then 

In one grand ode I'd say it all
How much I've loved you, long the haul
That this has been since I first knew
That it was there in full purview

Evermore

Evermore 

If the tenderest secrets are found beneath a star,
My body will be the carrier to every truth,
My eyes will be the moon behind those shinning celestials 
So my lips can bare the sweetest kisses by the light of a star.

Quarrels are the darkest side of the moon in my eyes, 
Each and every time a word that stops to be sung, or hummed, 
My eardrums splatters a cluttered bunch of nothingness, 
Pieced to become a beg for love that lasts evermore.

Some days, like a beaten warrior or a fallen star, 
I tremble and shiver to the muffled sounds of crying,
Others, I pause my sojourn at the earthly haven,  
A Soulless and homeless land; 
I go to where I belong, a place where evermore defines 
Love and brightness of the stars that whispers the truth to me.

I find myself wandering in a land,
Where love is eternal,
And so is the truth to all forbidden secrets.
The land I find myself wandering in is evermore, 
The land of evermore .

Foundation of Dawn

Dawn brings tenderest dewdrop dreams
Breathtaking promises will sing
Inviting joy in soft sunbeams
Blazing paths with sweetness of spring

First light whispers gentle traces
Amazing the spirit, praising
Combining kind hope, peace, graces
Abiding in hearts, amazing

Beginning new days, gardening
Promising, illuminations
Love abides, never hardening
Inside there grows fond relations

Gardens of love, inspirations
Wonders of the heart’s foundations



Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
May 19, 2023

Renewal

It was the feathered purple of a blossoming iris,
kissing the laden air
with trembling lips.
I was awakened by its fragrance,
the newness of its ancient story,
told yet again by a moistening earth
in silvery birdsong.
 
Sometimes,
I have missed the turning from gelid and motionless
to the softening sway that unerringly follows. 
I have been embittered—
brittle and bare as a crooked branch,
scraping a vacuous sky—
 
but not this time.
 
This time, the tenderest breeze,
prodded by the fingers of a spreading sun,
finds me waiting—
eyes closed, smile turned eagerly upwards
to greet the renewal
of creation.

Heartfelt

In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing
Encouragements to help me through trials

In silence, my love for him is growing
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace
Whispers of joy, inspirations flowing

Light falls over my heart, like an embrace
Comforting all loss with such restful peace
Gentling my spirit with tenderest grace

When he kisses me, the joy will not cease
This love frees me to be me, without shame
Comforting all loss with such restful peace

He surely loves me and no one’s to blame
With passion like fire there is real trust
This love frees me to be me, without shame

Romance like this is first found in stardust
In his blue eyes there are beautiful smiles
With passion like fire there is real trust
Encouragements to help me through trials




UP TO 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
April 30, 2023

Prayers of Gratitude Are Not All the Same

Thank you for your still laboring pains.
Thanks for the amnesia of suffering
the bedpan and the bible,
the sunny window
that ran with a watery blood
wherever the flying ducks
rushed toward your gun.

Fingertips tingle, the daily callus is softening,
becoming bearable
the way a fox forgets its trap shattered paw.

Thanks for the moonlight dispensed
in cloud-covered dreams.
The applauding grateful
must have partaken of your loaves and fishes
where hooked worms still dangle
bereft of hungry lips.

We are the tenderest of prey again,
the catch we have all been looking for.
What more can be said when gratitude runs away
with its desires still wriggling
and fleshy.

Thank you;
for your mastering love
hath consumed the apple in our mouths
and we are served up
in wide-eyed wonder once more.

Kiss

What magic lies in a kiss
that it can enchant the heart;
and imbue the soul with bliss?

The measure of it is such;
that it fuels emotions,
with feeling beyond its touch.

To kiss is to impart love;
sharing sensual feelings
and passions lovers dream of.

It's an intimate embrace;
a feeling many compare
to that of floating in space.

Like the tenderest caress;
it's physically stirring
and sexual; when lips press.

An unspoken promise made;
a kiss translates into love, 
as your feelings get conveyed.

Wildfire and Innocence

children of an emerald isle
     
        inhabiting a pause
              in brutish wars


    dulcet notes
            of tenderest voices
     
        raining as leaves
            from autumn's branches

 
      rivulets of caramel warmth
             
        energizing oft rejected
                  lovers' embraces

 
    as he loosens her plaits
            of cinnamon and wildfire
     
        she raises piquant lips
              to his nakedly innocent
                      adoration

Delicious Life

“Life is a buffet, which I try to enjoy to the fullest by filling my plate again and again.”

Delicious life, a great buffet!
I do not simply eat to live.
I live to eat! I live to play;
I live to love all life can give.

I sit down at the table of
delicious life, a great buffet,
where (with all the dear souls I love)
I hope to always get to stay.

The tenderest of beef filet
is life’s profundity (its meat!)
Delicious life - a great buffet!
I heap my plate with things to eat.

Each new thing tried -a new flavor
adds to the menu of each day.
Desserts are memories I savor!
Delicious life – a great buffet.

Oct. 31, 2021

Menacingly Waiting

It’s all around
It’s everywhere
And when you least expect 
t’will linger and await 
Invisible in the air
No indication 
No warning 
Your innocent breaths 
You are unaware

Donning your mask 
Do not wait to be asked
Safely distancing at all times
For this dreaded virus 
We're unable to see
Menacingly waiting
For the likes of you
Menacingly waiting
For he likes of me

And in the meantime
After all cautions taken
Find pleasure in all
Mother Nature doth bring
~  her morning sunrise
~  her calming sea
~  her full moon mesmerising
Her many gifts for you for me 
oh such joy they are bringing 
when you hear your is heart singing
For this virus can’t destroy them
Even though it’s causing mayhem

Take care of this miracle crafted
As you stroll through her woods and her fields
Created for us by a force up above
Encompassing us with his tenderest love



Written 26th August 2021 after someone I love tested positive...

Contest A Brian Strand Rime Me
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE

A Ballerina's Eternal Dream

She remembers dancing in purple, satin toe shoes, in front of stage lights.
Ah, her ballet heart, so joyous, tender and light.

Agility plus ability were her most blessed twin mights.
She lived and breathed ballet delights!

              times then changed........

She follows the dark, but it is still  her stage light.
The older she is, the stronger her might.

Some will tag this as "memory"~
A hurtful and most unholy slight!

In a ballerina lives, an eternal, musical dream,
Where she's constantly transforming her reality.

Her hopes, roses and tenderest kisses.
For her loving, handsome, forever ballet king.      


                   11-15-2020

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