by George Aul |
Categories:
love, passion,
The love that flows in You
cascades out and all about;
I try to capture that love
with eager, open arms --
every day at your waterfall.
The rush of your love is felt
like pristine water against rock;
each moment in loving You
polishes the roughness of me.
I forever desire to be drenched...
at your waterfall of love.
For "Your Verse Again" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.
by Ako Henshaw |
Categories:
girlfriend, lost love, love,
Lone in dark days he strives
Rising and falling the sun does its routine
In deep remorse a bleeding heart
"Will I ever find true love?"
But long gone are those days
Beautiful smiles polishes every day
Offending cold nights has a remedy warmth in her caress
In her eyes he views paradise
Each hour, minute and second one thing is left at mind
"Thank God I found You"
A falling star both wait and see each night
And a silent wish"I pray thee stays forever"
Well wish not granted I say
Nothing stays forever
by Howard Manser |
Categories:
relationship,
my Goddess entwines
love and the kind
of encouragement
worthy of Thor
on a pedestal of pure
Athenian marble
she inscribes
my tablet
chipping away
a bit everyday
the imperfections
are revealed with time
molding this rock
as malleable clay
with the hands of a sculptor
divine
and with the patience of Job
in negligee
she polishes blemish
away
earth and life are symbiotic
poisoning one destroys two
believing not betrays
the host that takes an oath
by Jim Tidd |
Categories:
Do pebbles love the
stream that polishes them?
Is the gurgle heard
in a lazy brook. . .love poetry?
Do waves caress
the shore like touch on hem?
Are rasping cattails
singing to the willow tree?
What messages are there
that humans never hear?
Silent sonnets that swim by
like red and gold koi fish?
Amorous notes float about
invisible, they are so near
Perhaps they catch a sun ray,
at least that is what I wish.
by Chai Yu |
Categories:
introspection, love,
Time has come again
for my love to ascend
straight from
the frozen realms
and creatures of hell
In this moment of fruition
whipped apon my back
I rise above the darkness
surrounding you
because it runs through
everything I do
The wind blows hard on the graveyard
children's voices heard in the churchyard
Blue
as the raven sings
Tea
tea for you-tea for two
In the grass with a fine toothed mask
he polishes off his evening flask
and falls between the cracks
between the cracks
Time has come again
for my love to ascend
take you or leave you
one thing is true
It runs through everything
I do
Everything I do