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Hyperbole's Kiss2 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Little TreasuresLittle Treasures4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Paper ships in puddles
drifting on their way
a child's wish stored aboard
to come ashore one day
Bittersweet SymphonySoft raindrops patter at my door,Bittersweet Symphony5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while a wild wind swirls indoors;
such creatures are we,
who know at heart this harmony -
the push and pull of a bow on strings
as it sweetly soothes and deeply stings,
with the tender touch that knows too much
and leaves one yearning endlessly -
Played are we, so willingly.
Chasing ButterfliesChasing Butterflies3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in starry nights writing timeless songs
of all the yesterdays and tomorrows yet to come.
I believe in hearing the voice of love in rhyme;
I heard it as a child in my mother's lullabies.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
I believe in playing, absorbing life's full sun,
dancing through the day until the night is done.
I believe in wishing wells never running dry,
granting us the time for a tender, slow goodbye.
Let's go down to the river now
and chase the butterflies.
Should I cross to the other side,
don't you worry; don't you cry.
There you'll see where tomorrow I'll be,
forever chasing butterflies...
The GiftBlessed are we for all our works,The Gift3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if even only one is heard,
purely, that it might inspire,
the written word of another's fire.
For from the lips words oft taste sweet,
alas, like fragments, left incomplete.
Though the heart they truly warm,
'tis by a new creation born
when love is shared, and love returned,
the infinite flame - the soul - doth burn.
The Hourglass6 months ago in Concrete Poetry
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Breathe But My NameBreathe but my name in silent prayer,Breathe But My Name4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I will meet you there -
in an open field of golden grass,
beneath the windmill, I'll wait and rest,
while moments come and moments pass;
until your shimmering shadow appears,
moving like sunlight on stalks of wheat,
as wildflowers dance and tickle our feet,
our giggling smiles and eyes will greet.
Breathe but my name in silent prayer,
and I will meet you there -
in the rushing current as streams converge,
then flowing as one, like a new song
heard in a dream as we both emerge
from the end of the old, forgotten path,
amidst the magic of fairyland falls,
of misty air and moss-covered rocks,
drawn by th
Haiku IIIwhite cherry blossomsHaiku III2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
melt on frosted window panes -
harbinger of Spring
PEACOCKPEACOCK2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Peacock! Peacock! Your spirit known;
all directions your feathers flown.
From the ashes in plumage rise,
shedding the past and living wise.
Proudly sound your boisterous call,
for laughter warms and heals us all.
Would that we learn your lessons well,
clearly seeing where beauty dwells -
Within each creature great and small,
steadily growing, walking tall;
with body, heart and mind made whole
to know the worth of one's own soul.
On the ShoresOn the Shores2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Child of Mine,
Carefree wisps of hair kiss your salted lips
With the taste of wonder and innocence
Playing on the shores of reminiscence
Red bucket in hand with treasures to find
And Grandmother there ever by your side
Inseparable friends on the shores of time
Where youthful magic appears without end
Memories shimmer upon summer sand
Alive on the shores of Cape May diamonds
Each holding a dream once carried to sea
Returning fulfilled and so you believe
Finding faith on the shores of mystery
I see you there now as my soul takes flight
Dancing in ripples like shadows of light
With the ebb and flow on the shores of life
Dear Child of
A Poet's PrayerMay peace instill this poet's soulA Poet's Prayer6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
whose open eyes and heart
do see the one who makes the whole
and graciously imparts
a voice by which the song is sung
the heart that beats in time
with one who lacks a poet's tongue
but pens the metered rhyme.
Golden CommuneGolden Commune2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roaming fields with breeze and sky;
silence yields, still alone am I
with rocks, trees, and heightened sense -
new beginnings with oldest friends -
simple thrills discovered in hills
shared with blooming daffodils.
Summer RainYou were reaching out to meSummer Rain6 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I pulled you into my heart
Don't know exactly how it happened
But I knew from the start
Something's going on here
Something that sure feels nice
You take me out walking
Down a desert trail
Make believing there's an ocean
So we can set sail
Off into the sunset
Not caring if we return
Out underneath the moon
Gazing up at the stars
Not knowing where we're going
But knowing where we are
Right here, right now
Wrapped up in each other's arms
You shower me with kisses
Like sweet summer rain
Washing over me
Again and again
Raining down love
Pouring down all over us
But daylight soon breaks
Turning
It was writtenPoetry is inscribedIt was written6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the soul
long before it is scribed
to the world.
Through the Window PaneI see my angel in the snow,Through the Window Pane6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
running and playing through the wood.
She smiles at me as if to know
that I would follow if I could.
But looking through the pane instead,
I watch her walk into the deep;
the path of footprints I once tread
and in my heart will ever keep.
Tending the FireA fire needs stokingTending the Fire1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
by more than mere poking,
and a blowtorch is surely too much.
But should you tend the fire
with my one true desire -
with love, my heart may combust.
My Sole ConditionTo what conditions must I complyMy Sole Condition3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?
'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!
Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.
Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poeti
Haiku IVAwakened arrest -Haiku IV1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
our breathless adoration
when love is breathing.
The TastingMmmm...I taste you in this fine wine,The Tasting6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with hints of the same fine line
I must walk with care.
Be it hand in hand or glass in hand,
either way knowing where I stand
along this path.
My fingers graze your rounded lip,
thirsting for a quenching sip
of rich complexity.
All once so tightly sealed within,
gradually begins to open,
releasing beautifully.
Holding strong on delicate limbs,
balanced and full, despite our whims;
or because of them.
Each delectable, intricate flavor
is given pause to be savored
in a timeless moment.
So deliciously bold, ripe and earthy;
yet playfully coy, cloaked in subtlety
and seasoned intensity.
We swirl in a t
ForwordI have not become strongerForword4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the broken places.
Bones ache of age
of misuse
of disuse
and each cracking joint
is an audible reminder
of missteps
of misjudgments
of paths walked too long
and of steps
that should have been,
but were never taken.
Bent fingers jut
from palms of sandpaper,
calloused and crinkled,
they cannot grip
with that same eager desperation
of a child seeking comfort.
Black becomes gray
at the gates
of troubled temples and
dreams,
once saliently sweet,
decay on the tongue
like the sound
of necessary words produced,
but never employed.
I have not become stronger in the broken places
You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.You are not an island5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,
Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
Morning GloryMorning Glory6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lovely harmonic words of rhyme
Dance gracefully to the beat of time
Raindrops patter and the wind chimes
Clouds break with sunbeams of colors sublime
The surface warms, then melts the core
A spectrum of love not seen before
Paints the canvas in rays of light
Thus vision is deep and clear in sight
For here it comes and lest it goes
O'haunting melody of sweet compose
Within the soul these metres ring
Reflect upon it, this voice that sings
Throughout each day and all night long
Honor the whisper of nature's song
Reminiscent of dreams fulfilled
As morning's dewy kiss, lingers still
What of LoveWhat of love is right or wrongWhat of Love6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To only one
Should it belong
Though the heart may feel complete
It ever grows
With every beat
And soon another
Love may meet
What of love that hopes to find
Happiness
And peace of mind
Through devotion, always true
To promises made
With vows, I do
Bound together
As one from two
What of love that holds no claim
Asks for nothing
Seeks no gain
Only holds in tender embrace
And seeks the eyes
To sculpt the face
As fingers dance
The body's trace
What of love that makes its way
Through the shadows
Of the day
Into a lover's arms at night
Where passion burns
And love delights
Could this be wrong
Yet feel so right
Wh
ArtArt.Art6 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Imagine...
The world is your canvas.
Society is your paint brush.
The people are your choice of colours.
What kind of picture would you paint?
How would it differ from the image that is currently on show?
Would you go mad and rid yourself from all forms of restraint?
Just how far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go?
I ask because every portrait I create,
Is inspired by what is already in front of me.
So is it possible to even recreate,
Anything that the mind is not able to see.
The picture will always be the same
Because this life is all we know.
Where there is compassion there must be pain
Because it us who made
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