by Dana Smith |
Categories:
life, world,
Sparkling fireworks inside his head,
Disregarding love, inviting anger instead;
Won't he get weary of so much pain,
Taking it out on the world is insane.
Transform slowly and surely mature,
He'll find light in the night, I'm almost sure
Finding his place where time reverses
Musing the worlds small petty curses;
Can't be realistic with a good attitude,
Can't be alone without pure solitude
A world without color, just black & white,
How can he stand such a horrible sight?
Some day he'll notice the small things in life
And transform greatly without hate or strife.
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, flower, imagery, love, lust, woman,
Thrills of ardent aster in Fall bloom,
whispers and lips in butterfly tease -
stoking hearth’s heat in surrendered swoon
harvesting lust.. with vanilla ease.
Susan Ashley
October 9, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Original poem “Beauty Of Day’s Harvest” - September 28, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 9
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Submitted for contest on October 9, 2020
by L Milton Hankins |
Categories:
endurance, love,
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories:
baby, dance, night, song, sweet, together, uplifting,
As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.
As I did mature,
my music went on a grand tour.
Loving to dance all night doing the waltz,
then a bubble bath with lavender salts.
When down and out,
the old blues lets me breakout.
"life is a song" to be sung,
just open your mouth and wiggle your tongue.
by Fatin Zaini |
Categories:
hope, life,
Perfection and fairy tales like life
Slowly, immersing into the present
Slowly, pasted to the backdrops of silence
Slowly, let everything fall into place
Seasons changed
Spring, summer, fall, winter...
The buds changed
Pink, green, gold and none
Peacefully grown into love
New encounter
Turns to lessons
And each time, she becomes stronger and mature
Now she's all alone
Not crying, but moving on
Perfection and fairy tales like life
Surely, doesn't exist
Surely, there's still hope
Surely, everything will fall into its right place
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
america, hope, inspiration,
Destruction and obstruction.
Cities burn, run by herds!
Anarchy, you see,
Is no mirror of democracy!
Businesses destroyed.
Free running shoes, girls and boys?
Patriots simply do not steal.
They love this land, with utmose zeal!
Have faith, have enormous hope.
Mature Americans are not dopes!
May 31, 2020
11am PST
Poem# 1,308
by Osita Azike |
Categories:
friendship, funny love, girl, girlfriend, love, love hurts,
Yeah I know it feels weird
But it's too beautiful to be bad
Now it's scary cos it might be a masquerade
If we happen to be more than what we are
Now that's cos we have become more than I can describe
No one understands when I sing all that jazz
It's already more than the music for mature minds
They go with the sarcastic reply "Just friends, yeah right"
And then I am lost in my definition
A new synonym is added in its oxymoron
She has become my doubted confidante
But only to the minds who refuse to see
If am gonna kick that bucket, it's definitely not your water in it
by Lesa Donaghy |
Categories:
age, birth, family, i love you, niece, sister, youth,
You were the first to make me an aunt
That's why I hold you so close to my heart
Your the light that brightens my world
Nothing can break us apart
As I held you for the first time
With your little fingers wrapped around mine
All the joy and happiness came upon me
Which at the time was hard to find
From slippers to sneakers
From onesies to jeans
You've grown from a little princess to beautiful queen
As I continue to watch you grow
I also grow to
From the lost young girl
To the mature aunt I continue to be to you
So know I'm always here for you
I'll never be out of reach
Happy 8th birthday to my beautiful and intelligent niece
by L.C. Jarrette |
Categories:
children, class, farewell, graduation, kindergarten, love, teacher,
Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume
The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from the bulletins show love and truth
Just as my heart, the red apple sits quietly
Treasuring the bond of our love so pure
The hugs, fights, celebration and anxieties
Carves the path to grow and mature
Oh darlings, it pains me to say goodbye
So please keep this chalk to remember me by.
by Jean Murray |
Categories:
adventure, fairy, garden,
Her garden is the one we love.
It's as if she knows we're here.
She has statues like us all around.
And flowers to bring us cheer.
At summer solstice it's party time.
Shaded by trees from bright sunshine.
We faries join the pixies.
The gnomes bring summer wine.
She has paths lit by candles.
to guide us home again.
Toadstools along the way,
should a drizzle spoil our play.
Surrounded by mature trees.
No prying eyes can see.
Us merrily dancing on our way.
Home to Tir na nOg go we.
Land of Youth is where we live.
Beneath her garden, out of sight.
The intoxicating scent of her roses,
sometimes bring us back at night.
by Lawrence Ingle |
Categories:
devotion, life, love
Our words of premise...
belongs within a plan...
for futures promise...
as a woman and a man...
Thus to mature...
may we understand...
forever shares our future...
as we adhere both hands.
by Robert Sturgill |
Categories:
desire, love, relationship, romantic, sexy, soulmate, wife,
In those brief moments when we have finished pleasing
each other's body the way only we know how:
whispering, touching, tickling, teasing;
we harness eternity and shrink it to now.
Your breasts, Tibetan monastaries guarding the skies,
still tingle from when I touched you there.
My seed escapes to the cavern of your thighs,
and our fragrance lingers heavy in the air.
Amazing love, so mature, so young,
creating memories to forever keep.
Your body remembers the map of tongue,
but this night will end when we roll over to sleep.
So here, now, before the end has begun,
let's remain in this union, melted as one.
by Tom Arnone |
Categories:
age, first love, growing up, nostalgia, old, sick, youth,
If I had to recount a range for pure,
If would be womb to birth to sixteen years.
Aglow with vigor on a virgin shore --
Of first-love hugs and superhuman tears.
Fearless and careless of body and mind,
A known contradiction, a youthful show.
But, age spins quickly to the daily grind --
And, feelings reverse as we age and flow.
Gray and grown with painful inflammation.
Nothing to fear from a senior mind-prism.
Protesting every new deformation --
The paradox of youth versus wisdom.
Young, infinite, bliss, immortality --
Lost in mature, moonless normality.
August 23, 2016
Which Of The Four Would You Choose - Poetry Contest
by David Ranisav |
Categories:
betrayal, break up, feelings, first love, heartbreak, heartbroken, leaving, loneliness, lost love, love, love hurts, relationship, sad love, true love,
Her wandering eyes are on a hunt again,
longing for a visual fling.
He senses her growing urge
is standing at the door of lust.
She tries to skirt her moral compass
and soon realize its not enough.
The priceless gift he gave was trust
with open eyes she is blind to this.
No matter what it always seems
she craves to please her selfish needs.
Their love will not mature with time
like her deeply cherished wines.
He believes with all his heart
once love begins it always thrives.
Image if he could see her thoughts,
a sobering glimpse of their demise.
by Khomotso Charmaine Maribana |
Categories:
i am,
Happiness occurred at the times of sadness, yet love wasn't matured to mature the joy in my life. It felt like a flower that wasn't watered when water was a nature of garden.
I cried hoping to be felt like a dry leaf,
But I was left wilt and dry.
It broke me when all had their own backs
While I was just a silent morning bird that dew frost.
Love became a miserable word with no ending, I felt it in darkness when the only light I saw was of a sparkling star that shines when the moonlight.
It felt great, yet the greatness of joy was of a tear in my eye.
I'm a dry leaf.
by Matt Daniels |
Categories:
devotion, inspirational, life, love, uplifting, heart, heart,
Love is great,
And a common trait.
From shore to shore,
With each heart on the floor.
They take their hands,
And give by strands.
Love is a need,
For your heart to feed.
It's lenght will mature,
For ever open door.
Chest to chest,
Moving west,
As they look beyond,
Their passion grows more fond.
A second chance,
Shall make them prance.
A mistake is with fate,
To open that gate.
It's your decision,
To create more fission.
Love is a choice,
Controlled by your voice.
by Paul Holmes |
Categories:
love
It may not seem much to some,
To ones whose hearts are cold,
But to those that care to feel
A kiss is worth more than gold.
No matter what age you are,
Mature or of tender years,
As long as you gently bestow
Love’s token washed with tears
Of joy, or even of sadness,
Kisses will soothe the pain
Whenever they are planted,
Like sunshine after the rain.
by Sandra Sanfilippo |
Categories:
daughter,
Strong and bright
A shining light
That's my precious girl
Mediating every fight
With her mature sight
That's my peacemaker girl
Curls so tight
Her fun style to delight
That's my beautiful girl
Learning what might
Help her take flight
That's my adventuresome girl
Has great insight
Usually right
That's my intuitive girl
She'll go to the highest height
To see the moonlight
That's my nature loving girl
I wanted to write this poem tonight
So she would always know she's my sunlight,
earthlight, moonlight, my bright light
-Bella you make me happy always
Keep shining ??
Love,
Mom
by Abdul Malik |
Categories:
june,
Janus-faced, Jekyll and Hyde—ever revealing, ever concealing,
Uncompromising, stubborn yet humble and yielding
Notoriously sly yet sunny; playful and youthfully mature,
Ephemeral in spirit, fickle in love, nomadic in nature.
~June 8th
~08/08/2015
by Warren Dickman |
Categories:
age, garden, heart, imagery, love,
That tender gaze from cross the room,
The reaching out of hand so warm,
A phone call in the afternoon,
For comfort midst imagined storm.
Such trivial seeds when sown apart,
Beneath the surface soon mature
To cherished gardens of the heart
Where true loves flourish and endure.
Warren Dickman
Copyright ©2000 Warren Dickman
by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
age, devotion, love, marriage, old, relationship, wife,
Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure.
Our love is pure, as pure can be pure.
Our love matures as we mature.
Our love endures as we endure.
by Johnny Sumler |
Categories:
loveold, love, old,
Madame, thou art mature and must I say...
Thy wine is old and pleasing to the taste
The love you give to me no one could weigh
Yet eyes eavesdrop on evenings we embrace
Your years above my age is their distaste
For you came like a cougar in the night
Desires upon my flesh you did delight
After our lips would play and kiss with tongue
We lay in love and looking in the light
You would say I was old and she was young
Johnny Sumler
COUGAR EFFECT
by Michelle Campbell |
Categories:
daughter, i love you,
I know that we have had tough times
as most moms and daughters do
the arguing , fighting and silent treament
well you know what we have been through
But we also have had many great times
cuddling ,laughing and carrying on
like the time we got all goofy
and wrestled on the front lawn.
Now your sixteen and a little more mature
friends, boyfriends and parties are of more interest
so goofing around and cuddling are far and few
but that's just how life is and how a teen should be
I just thought writing this for you would let you know
how much I love you and give me a chance to tell you
you mean the world to me.
by Litan Dey |
Categories:
betrayal,
The hammer teaches us how to play
Bed of stones beckoning with the hand
The cries of my younger's provide energy
Work hard for a bread
Though I am a kid
Yet mature!
Metallic sounds,
Drops from dry bones,
Cool my body.
Father doesn't know us
Maybe He is reading my face!
Mom is too ill to work
Her kind hands,
Fight with a hammer,
Do hard in the battle of betrothal
Silent Cries
And Her worthy love
Matures me.
You can again betray with Her daughter!!
by Sylvia Coulstock |
Categories:
faith, love,
There comes a time in a child's life
When we have to let them go.
We continue to care.
We are always there,
But we must allow them to grow.
As they take each faltering step
We must stand tenderly by;
And watch as they learn
With every twist and turn
As every new challenge they try.
Although our hearts may be trembling
As we feel for each pain they endure,
We can comfort and guide
But we must stand aside
To give them the room to mature.
So it is with all of us,
The children of Our Father above.
He wisely stands back,
Though our souls nothing lack.
They expand in the fullness of LOVE.