by Jan Allison |
Categories:
moon, ocean,
I
love
walking
at midnight
as moonlight shadows
dance on the inky blue ocean
and watch as they sparkle and shimmer like tiny stars,
pirouetting gracefully like prima ballerinas with the ocean as their stage
9/3/19
Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Checked with PS Syllable counter 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
writing,
If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.
It will have to stress real passion, love,
Mention a rose if I really must
But for heaven's sake leave out the white dove,
Still do mention the red moon that I trust.
Compare her eyes to some fragrant flower,
And wish to taste her full strawberry lips,
Scheme to meet her in a quiet bower,
Clouds enfold us in mythical eclipse.
Will she come, will she go, my marigold?
Ah, my poor love sonnet has now gone cold.
POTD 14 September 2020
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
--------- 8-29-13
by Heather Ober |
Categories:
love, nature,
Trees reach like glowing embers
to singe the autumn skies.
Leaves burst with blinding colour
like sparks that spin and rise.
Then a breath of weightless fog
moves across the silent lake
where trails of molten clouds
fill the sunset's smoky wake.
The harvest moon emerges
like a second burning sun
to fill the sky with button-stars
that morning pulls undone.
Sunlight floods the gardens
to melt the morning dew.
This is where my heart resides
since September gave me you.
by Caycay Jennings |
Categories:
change, corruption, freedom, inspirational love, love, peace, prejudice,
Transitions towards a worldwide truce
Highlight our hearts, hopes, hymns and
Inspire us to embrace peace as a truth
Spread globally strong from love’s roots.
All prayers seek universal peace,
Love-filled hearts breathing ease and
Living life as freedom guarantees.
Corrupt power holders need be
Outnumbered by justice seekers,
United in faith to crumble cruel
Leaders and their false rule, to then
Determine all lives harmony soothed.
Blessings of equality could be as they should be,
Enjoyed by all brothers and sisters of humanity.
... CayCay
September 2, 2019
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
death of a friend,
Her ink has dried, her stories spun
On distant shores, her songs are sung
Atlantis must be beautiful in fall Carolyn,
Love always, jim
September, 2021
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
longing, love,
the moon tonight through your eyes
my sky is in your voice
and how i miss you so
Submitted on September 27, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 15 sponsored by MARK TONEY
Originally posted on September 13, 2022
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
inspirational, introspection,
Frail humans we are and mistakes are made,
but there will be a time to pay
for pain inflicted on others.
Run swiftly from dark clouds hovering above,
baggage like an albatross around our necks --
cast it aside.
Commit to offering kind words,
compassion to all,
bestowing brotherly love.
Make amends when possible
for harmful acts, even negative thoughts,
and promote harmony.
When we stand at heaven’s gate,
we’ll not be asked about material possessions,
but how much love we gave.
The prince and the pauper
will be judged as equals
when the tab comes due.
*Entry for Paula’s “How Due You Dew” contest
Written September 8, 2011
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 John Hamilton |
Categories:
absence, change, love hurts, missing you, relationship,
Autumn's desires
Your amber-umber eyes, penetrate me
as saffron sun sets on faces, ashen
Your suspicious mind raves with jealousy
as pumpkin winds chill our summers passion
your love transitions to winter's fashion.
Fire and ice keep flowing through your bold veins
Wild imaginations portend cold rains.
I dream of your ruby-red crimson lips
my mind won't rest until you have returned
the touches from your ginger fingertips
we can rebuild the bridges that have burned,
then, we will laugh at all the lessons learned
I think of your flowing cinnamon hair
mem'ries of our home, and you being there.
John Derek Hamilton
September 16,2017
by Kash Poet |
Categories:
love,
Our
candlelight show,
entwining fingers
bolder now
fragrances mingle
in threadless embrace,
shadow puppets.
***********************
Placement: 1st;(September 2012)
Contest:Septolet the Puppet
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
By:kash poet
Date:22nd September 2012
SEPTOLET: it consists of 7 lines with a total of 14 words ... the line break comes between the 4th and 5th lines though both parts deal with the same thought to create a unified effect…
to make it interesting, you must use one fabric and one flavor in your piece.
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
care, friendship, love,
Tender touch gently soothes an ailing soul
Wordless discourse greets eyes of love
A mother's hug comforts her child's ego
Love is the force that makes the world go
Kinder hearts ache sensing others' pain
A prayer mightily calls for suffering to end
Flowers of goodwill shed feelings of woe
Love is the force that makes the world go
Words of care resonate in any language
Noble deeds of strangers justly amaze
A message of peace triumphantly echos
Love is the force that makes the world go
Love received, gives, and regenerates
It multiplies, compounds, and propagates
Love is the force that elevates the world
September 7, 2018
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,
In dampened blur of violet dawn
as angels’ weep did touch upon
a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud -
to soften edges gauzy haze
that hug around these painful days
and mellow memories endowed
in sacred stillness of time gone.
In silent water droplets clear
is beauty precious every sphere
collecting on the silvern spires
midst leaf and scented lavender
reminding me of when we were
devoted in our love’s desires -
each flower holds a lost love tear.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
by Vijay Pandit |
Categories:
life, metaphor,
Life is a smile of a newborn in mother's arms
Arts and crafts of stained glass from grains of sand
Freedom of a chick on its very first flight
Love of a mother scurrying beside a young fawn
Float on a lotus pond in style of white swans
Lyrics of nature scripted in nightingale's song
Painting in vermilion tints rising on meadows of fall
Rivers rushing down from spring mountaintops
Romance in lover's eyes watching a new dawn
Wonder in breath of a single-celled amoeba
September 14, 2019
HM: Strand special 5 by Brian Strand
Life poetry contest; Sponsor: Ironic Zink
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
desire, emotions, imagery, love, metaphor, music, romance,
Your bow - my violin we do unite
on rhythmic notes of ecstasy we fly
entwined our heartstrings vibrate through the night -
emblazoned love songs burn across the sky.
Susan Ashley
September 22, 2020
~ Third Place ~
An excerpt from: Making Beautiful Music Together (written April 15, 2018)
Submitted for contest: Sept. 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
death, grandfather, grandson, love, sick,
He loved his grandpa with all his heart
All the hugs in the world
Could not heal him
How we dreaded the time when
Memories would be all that’s left
Submitted on September 8, 2019 for contest SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
by Unseeking Seeker |
Categories:
heaven, joy, love, wisdom,
Subtle, tingling, blissful caress
Wholeness of being, free from stress
Essence of presence celebrates
Each node within, Cupid’s address
Magnetic heat, pheromones grates
To music of spheres, soul gyrates
Bliss elixir suffuses form
Soma nectar drips through love’s straits
Mists divine are both cool and warm
Magical is, this benign storm
The false drops away, truth is known
Rapture unbound, is the new norm
Bliss and wisdom, that’s ours to own
Borne of love and light, is home grown
Within our heart, is God’s heaven
Yet each must enter there alone
05-September-2022
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
inspiration, life, light, love, nature, spiritual, sun,
Sol
conjures
the many
to lift in light
and reach for the peach for the greater good
golden the vast sea of black-eyed Susans
merging in shine
creating
a lone
soul
Susan Ashley
September 24, 2020
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Double Tetractys 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Picture # 2
*syllables checked on howmanysyllables.com:
1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1*
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
hope,
soft tunes speak,
whispers of light-
cry not
for my heartache,
scars have been mended,
life is sound…
once more-
love ascends,
fear breaks
its routine;
starlit nights
gleam with intense heat,
they shine as if they’re mine-
faith
is hope transcending
September 3, 2019
Yalto Poems Only Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
by Jack Horne |
Categories:
heartbreak,
The world is full of broken hearts,
so mine was nothing new,
and anyone who loves someone
could lose that person too.
I thought I'd found the one for me
the day I danced with you;
I gave my heart without reserve;
you knew I would be true.
Alas for me, your love was false,
and so I'm feeling blue -
although my broken heart will mend.
This feels like deja vu...
written 17th September for Constance's All the Little Pieces contest
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
death, friendship love, grief, sad love, september,
So many poems
so few poets
so many
so few
one less now
my heart bleeds
In-between
the empty spaces
sadness sleeps
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
friendship, poetry, poets,
His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me
He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free
Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he
Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green
September 26, 2019
Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
heart, joy, love, sensual,
Reveal to me, do!
How you carried off my heart and it now lives within you.
I can see it brightly alive in your godlike chest.
You had the loving, brown-eyed chutzpah to magically place
both our names upon it and yes, with the family crest.
Reveal for me, do!
How you, at every sunrise, serves me a cup of steaming
aromatic happiness?
And a shower together, Agapi Mou, the crest of jasmine jouissance!
Swimming as one, in life effortlessly, joyfully, in loves' rainbowed,
forever, dancing cadence!
September 21. 2019
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
cute love, rain,
The skies filled bulbously with
gray-filled clouds.
We rested on God's daisy blanket,
laughing out loud.
Some nice fresh water from God's
own sink?
We laid back in utter joy, setting up
glasses to catch such a blessed...
Heavenly drink.
September 24, 2019
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
autumn, lost love,
the tree he planted still stands
wrapped in autumn’s fiery hues
while his colors have faded
…I visit his grave
*Written September 30, 2020
For Constance La France’s Dodoitsu contest
checked on howmanysyllables.com