by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
autumn, love, nature,
F eeling enraptured, Autumn dances in the wind, then undresses.
A s bright robes fall to the ground, her passion paints the twilight skies.
L ike a nymph, she beckons, tossing her fiery auburn tresses.
L ongingly she sighs - September’s bliss lingering in her eyes.
I ndian summer days come; then they go.
N ights though chill, embrace her in indigo.
L ater, in November, her sweetness wanes.
O ctober cannot stay forever loving her.
V acantly she gazes through freezing rains.
E ndearments whispered - cease - when Fall loses ardor.
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
life, lost love, sad love,
On pensive planes of wraith-like existence,
Are stoic shadows feigning affection;
Crimson lips of withering consistence,
Have lost their craze for craving confection.
Tear-filling prisms tilling a rueing sphere,
Pathos prowling, pity's wild and roaming;
Reminisce wind-blown is tumbleweed drear,
Bathos like bramble bur clings in gloaming.
Tin foil hearts' echo sad droning down-beat,
Rose petal ballet two rust figurines;
Today's gray sleet does douse yesteryears' heat,
Apathy's ennui directing the scenes...
Love once aflare in fanfare marigold,
Lies now a wizened weed, dried and stone cold.
Susan Ashley
November 2, 2017
by John Watt |
Categories:
death, grief, love hurts, november, winter,
November, as the poets say -
autumn's demise, winter's gateway.
Its shortened days and longer nights
descending, death is in her sights:
leaves fall, as is their yearly fate,
while beasts prepare to hibernate.
November, as my lady lies
so silent, moving not her eyes -
with ashen skin, lips cold as death,
I wait in vain to feel her breath.
Her soul immortal, this I know,
yet in this life I'll grieve her so.
Written 26 November 2020
by Silent One |
Categories:
love, romance,
Tell me how may I show you devotion?
No words are left in this dictionary.
Which fool said love is just an emotion?
My Goddess, I am your missionary.
The essence of time is not eternal,
but my adoration is evergreen.
You are a flower that is nocturnal.
Alive in every season - nature's queen.
When adversity knocks upon your door,
let me soothe your misery and sorrow.
Does not matter if we are rich or poor,
I will provide a better tomorrow.
Come lose yourself in desire and passion.
Our romance will invent a new fashion.
Silent One
Originally written on 30 October 2015.
Re posted 17 November 2020
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
love, seasons,
We lie ‘neath the oak
on a carpet of brown leaves
that lost their amber glory.
With eyes tightly shut,
we envision spring’s return—
hoping our love does the same.
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
art, creation, desire, devotion, love, romantic, soulmate,
Thy Silent Thoughts
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day.
There is wonder in them, as the sun's first flash
Through tumult of ocean spray;
In them the shining calm of upland pools
Mirrors the glory round,
And their shadows are the shadows of sweet flowers
Upon the summer ground.
So beautiful are thy silent thoughts
I would watch thine eyes all day;
More beauteous in their silence than the stars,
Than the silent stars, are they.
R. J. Lindley,
November 9th, 1973
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
beautiful, emotions, heart, joy, passion, romantic love, sensual,
native drums beat in sync
dreams dance round the fire --
my head on his chest
Susan Ashley
November 21, 2021
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: A Hiku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Seventh Place ~
Premiere Contest: Hiku (Disciplined Brevity)
Sponsor: William Kekaula
howmanysyllables.com: 16; 6 - 5 - 5
howmanysyllables.com/words/fire: 1 syllable
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
love,
cold hands - I search for the warmth of your heart
For the Mono-O contest hosted by Brian Strand
Placed 1st
Chosen POTW 15th November 2020
Posted 12th November 2020
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
baptism, blessing, love, water,
Glist'ing drops
Splashing into fine mist—
I become one with the waterfall.
Feeling joy
As droplets kiss my face
And enter my soul’s most sacred place.
Crystalline,
Anointing me with love,
Sustaining all life forms on the Earth.
Gratitude
For each divine droplet;
A cascading veil of purity.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Contest: Some Form of Crystalline sponsored by Nette Onclaud
November 3, 2014
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
kiss, love, romance,
My thirst for undying love I wished to quench
Drinking from the source of your enviable lips
Few droplets of nectar my soul was able to sip
That ample were though my craving to eclipse!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 NOVEMBER 2014
by William Kershaw |
Categories:
introspectionautumn, time,
September tries to convince herself,
Making pretend that she is really, truly,
A Summer month, albeit one of dying fire,
Holding at bay the chill of Autumn winds.
October plays temptress with her Duality;
Sun to warm the back of your flannel shirt,
With punkin' frosting nights, crisp and cold.
Air so clear it sears the throat like a glass of cider.
November comes dark, wet and gloomy.
An ancient harridan forced to bridal bed.
Chanting "fools, there's time before winter comes,
Still time enough for love."
December mutters in her sleep........
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
love, romance,
Cupid,
God of immortal love,
Thy sharpest arrows for me
Prepare
For
Thy archery, on my aching heart
To practice,
Be accurate, I THEE, Implore
Because
I will die at once, If THEE miss
The TARGET!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
20 NOVEMBER 2014
by Sandra Haight |
Categories:
god, inspirational, jesus, love, metaphor, wisdom, words,
As precious stones are hidden and entwined
in minerals of ordinary worth,
they must be found, professionally mined
from common, rocky layers of the earth.
Extracted, polished, cut- they'll stand apart
as valued gems. Neglected, they will share
in earth's destructive force- erosion's art-
dissolve away with nature's wear and tear.
Oh God, you are both Mine and Miner; strip
this soul embedded in your work of clay,
and let your tools of grace and fellowship
preserve the gem of Love from life's decay.
Cut many facets that reflect and show-
the worth of gem and Miner in its glow.
November 13, 2014
by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories:
love, magic, moon, romantic, winter,
First Snow
Winter snow glistens painting our landscape white.
Luna peers down from her lofty height
bestowing her lovely glow
as winter winds blow
cold outside
snow
warm inside
with hearth's fire aglow
in loving arms of my beau.
We both give thanks for this special night.
Winter snow glistens painting our landscape white.
July 13, 2020
~2nd Place~
Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
November 20, 2018
~3rd Place Premiere Contest~
ONE NEW ANDAREE POEM
Sponsor Emile Pinet
November 2018
First Snow ~1st place~
CONTEST NO 520,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Sponsor Brian Strand
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
mother daughter, thanks,
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
by Caycay Jennings |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, faith, god, heart, spiritual, thanks,
Heartfelt are my thanks for all the blessings
ever flowing in, out and through my life.
I feel fortunate for each go-round with strife
that arrived to design my soul’s truth dressings.
My humbled breath streams awe when I feel His touch
upon my grateful soul, heart, thoughts and actions.
With love, He guides my steps to divine traction
and lifts fear-based, stinking thinking from my clutch.
I am delighted when harmony fills my home
where family memories grow, glow and unfold.
My simple life prospers me more than bars of gold.
My soul greets days with heart-praise wherever I roam.
Brian Strand N
November 10, 2018
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
absence, beauty, longing, love, moon, nature, nostalgia,
the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear
memories of fiery delight
the full moon dangles low tonight
graceful herons glide in full flight
I’d trade them all to hold you near
the full moon dangles low tonight
and whispers sweetly in my ear
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on November 15, 2018 for contest LATE NOVEMBER sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and June 12, 2018 for contest MOON POETRY sponsored by KEVIN SHAW
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
lost love,
Mascara black tear fell as she looked on
the silent man
stretched lifeless
in a
cask
full
suit he
loved for years.
Pale lips smiling.
She will never feel those soft lips again.
4 November 2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
lost love, love,
I see you gazing east
chasing a nebulous dream,
forgetting it was a while ago
when morning sun
cheered your grin.
I, on the other hand,
cherish the west,
for it paints your lovely sunset
with bursts of orange and red,
as a silhouette longingly
meanders in your stead.
I'm willing to trade my spot
to see the other side of things.
Perhaps you will agree,
there is another point of view
just as lonely as you,
if you could just turn around
to embrace the moon.
November 15, 2017
Placed 2nd: Strand select T contest by Brian Strand
by Mike Bayles |
Categories:
age, autumn, earth, loss, lost love, seasons,
18 and 20
this poem lies between
a summer dream and
shadows of winter
it awakens with a flourish
birdsong that arises
falls silent
a lover’s whisper
in gusts of wind
leaves of orange
raining upon the ground
to the sun’s dull glow
raining upon the ground
leaves of orange
in gusts of wind
a lover’s whisper
falls silent
birdsong that arises
it awakens with a flourish
shadows of winter
a summer dream and
this poem lies between
18 and 20
by David Meade |
Categories:
dance, love,
a man bent with age
opens trunk, heaves . . . wheelchair lifts --- plop
a love dance begins
frail arms link, lift, hug, swirl, down
dosey doe - death do us part
David Meade
November 7, 2014
Live Generously
by Kelly Deschler |
Categories:
desire, fire, love, passion, romantic, sensual,
"Playing With Fire"
The heat of the fireplace
enhances the spark,
we know our love
will not fade in the dark.
We kissed amongst
burning candlelight,
your presence alone
brightened my midnight.
Nothing can extinguish
your warming touch,
a lasting impression
that meant so much.
Bound to be burned
As we played with fire,
we could not resist
and gave in to desire.
This kind of scorch
I was lucky to find,
and neither of us
ever seemed to mind.
We were both engulfed
by passion's flame,
and we only have
each other to blame.
November, 20th, 2013
by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories:
autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,
The sweet songs of birds,
We hand in hand across the
lawn,
Pansies white yellow and violet
Tossing their heads in the
breeze.
Somewhere the sound of falling
leaves.
The sound of squirrel cracking
the walnut.
Calm weather warm sun,
White fluffy clouds forming
different shapes,
A passenger flight in the blue
sky,
Sun born in the horizon and
about to fade in the horizon,
Both our heartbeats echo
inside of chest,
Shutting and opening of our
lips,
Your unkempt hair flying
backwards,
Yellowish west sky.
Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow.
If I could stop this world from
spinning,
I would do so,
Just to be with you
In this autumn evening.
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
care, love, pain,
My Lord,
Give us the will
To overcome our heartless indifference for
Those who suffer
So as
Able us to be,
In the ever-stretching desert of apathy, your
Seed of concern to sow!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 NOVEMBER 2014
by Faye Gibson |
Categories:
growth, love,
Against a browning hill
oak trees' bleeding limbs are stretched;
some drops release to softly fall
some cling to dry encrusted scars.
A few short months and we will walk
beneath the springing trees
marking their swords of thinnest green
stabbing at the stars.
And so, life seasons make their rounds
in nature and in men
the flower wilts, the rose is pruned,
the leaves must fall again.
Everything of lasting worth
contains a seed of loss;
on young love's throbbing circlet
hangs a bitter cross.
We will walk life's lanes together,
cherishing this pain we share
for spring will come tomorrow
and bloom on our despair.
Copyright, November 11, 2014