Poem "Autumn" Moonbeams’ Dance. Fishermen | Maxima. Was It Spring. Here Was A Man. Suzette Says:: Pleasant Dreams! - a poem. A Blue Horse and Flowers - Google+ - God's Delight It wasn't nostalgia that was driving Me… Just Like Starting Over. A Tower Of Love. How to give by taking .....poem. Dream Of A River. Jennifer Mallu - Google+ - A KISS GOODNIGHT As the sun begins to set Beckoning to the… The Pillow (poem) Deborah Brooks-Langford - Google+ - Kissing the tears away.. Debbie Brooks 2014 Every time… Jennifer Mallu - Google+ - Hey Mister My colors are bright, my mask is set Satin… The Brighter Morn (poem) A Deeper Flow of Love: A Psalm (poem) Music Of That Night. My Magical Dream. Liza Lomax - Google+ - Today's new poem: Together Again By: Liza Lomax …
My Promise (poem) Love Tossed Aside. Ripples. Sweetened Fields ... A Valentine Poem. The Time Has Come. Whisper In The Wind (poem) Ruslan Abu Sneineh - Google+ - An eagle passed my window by Outpacing his cry as he flew I… To All My Valentines. Stay The Road. Eye's of midnight .......Verse. Waves to be lost –A poem. Poetry: Call Of The Wild. Magic Of A Summer’s Breeze. Moments and Musings. Good morning one and all I hope you enjoy today's visit and that sunny days and magical nights will continue to enchant you. (Bore da I bawb ;goebeithio byddwch I gyd yn mwynhau y pennilion heddiw ac hefyd bydd heulwen y dydd a swyn y nos yn parhau i'ch dawnio.) Ebony's silky feel good mane so flowing its message so rich and so clear. Like a handful of sleeky long glistening dark mane strands.
Hooves pounding in almost clockwork fashion. The pounding beat so full as if a message from the Wilderness Echo. The dry plains spanning out as in drought like greetings. The great hooves sending a message to erase hurt pain grief and to replace each void with laughter, happiness, love care. A flow of longing creating which moves us all to pastures new. The barren land welcomed with a tone with effortlessly spills out onto grease healthy lands. Hooves now in persistent beats. Now drumming with a clear beat enters our being; advancing richly into a song of our hearts. Learning lessons so great and also so awesome. To be enticed by a mode so enticing Flowing. Maybe not love at all .........verse. Blossoms and Beauty. Good morning one and all ( Bore da i bawb). When I sat down to write this morning I couldn't quite make up my mind what to write about; so I let my mind wander and my fingers worked their way over the keyboard and here we are.
I hope you all enjoy . (Gobeithio byddwch i gyd yn mwynhau.) My love For each blossom A fresh brand new era Discard those wasted energies Allow your inner spirit to guide you You will caress and love as one Horizons now beckon My love. My mini daffodils have blossomed;but will not be going out onto the patio for a while;I love them in my kitchen which is also painted yellow the colour of sunshine and happiness. New growth Petals unfold Open beautifully Naturally grows to the sun Charms noticed ,coaxed and appreciated My heart sings for each fresh new bloom With baited breath I sense New ways suggest New growth. Yellow Mingling beauty Encourages bright days Sweet whispers from the fairy glen Dew drops are charms left by the Flower Fairies Petals blessed with true words of love Yellow.
Swaying. Snow and other watery isolations.....Poetry. Liza Lomax - Google+ - Today's new poem: Still More By: Liza Lomax … Liza Lomax - Google+ - Today's new poem: Still More By: Liza Lomax … I Am Jammin. Saleem Khan - Google+ - In Love I am in love Love is in me It is to seek Moment to… Jennifer Mallu - Google+ - Finding Anew I say farewell To a place I belonged But it’s… The Best with You. Jennifer Mallu - Google+ - Keys There are many keys That unlock many things Treasures… Flying Along With Love. Rewinding Slow Motion. As tears caress this page. And If. More Than You Can Know. Burning Faith : FeatherMoon Poet.
There’s a fire burning in my heart It’s raging and untamed. And somewhere I have lost myself Through the burdens and the pain. The cost of amber glowing dim Is more than I can bear. The truth is I have tried my best Holding on to everything. We all begin with good intent With sweetness on our tongue. And we give ourselves so openly Yet we flee when things go wrong.
There are times I reach to heaven’s light I believe that we can change. That our burdens have not gone in vain Unresolved, the lessons remain. I carry time upon my back And wounds that cannot heal. But the truth is I was caught in flight With lovers that I’ve known. So it’s one more step; a leap of faith A painful fight inside. . © Linda Moon Artist: Between Heaven and Hell by La-Boheme. The Grandest Feeling of All. Liza Lomax - Google+ - Today's new poem: Body Fly High By: Liza Lomax … My Earthen Plow. The Heat of the Night. Things Look Better In The Night. Sunset's Mist (poem) For a Lifetime. My Place by the Sea. Let me be your trip-advisor — journey down to my place by the sea, two poems by two poets for your review, each about their place by the sea. Enjoy! My Place by the Sea by Geo H. Clark I have found just the spot that I wanted, The place I have looked for so long, Where the climate is really enchanting, The air full of unwritten song.
Where the women are radiant and rosy, And dress as their grandmothers did, Where the old folks are happy and cosy, And children behave as they’re bid. It’s a place by the edge of the ocean, With the most charming sort of a beach, And picturesque rocks on the margin, The billows are chafing to reach; Where the meadows slope down to the breakers, And breakers dance up to the land The debatable region between ’em A surf-beaten crescent of sand. Serene are the skies of the summers, As Italy ever could boast, And sweet is the breath of the breezes That hallow the lovable coast. My Place by the Sea by H. Poems on Shadow of Iris: Door To Door (poem) Love’s Passion. You were taken from me. What I wouldn't have done for you ........verse. Beginning to End a New. Only Butterflies Are Free.
A Dream A While Ago. Special Dreams. Whisper In The Wind (poem) Always Missing You. Always Loving Each Other. Martin Verse – A Poetic Form. Martin verse is a new poetic form. It was developed by Martin Kloess in 2011. Its key is two sets of four rhyming words (A1, A2, A3, A4, B1, B2, B3 and B4). Martin verse uses five stanzas of four lines each. Though a meter is desirable, it is not essential. Once the eight words are selected they cannot be changed, though they may be added to (Examples wary: unwary, come: become, more: anymore). The first two stanzas introduce the eight words. The third and fourth stanzas mix the words of the first two stanzas. The Form: Note: stanzas 3 and 4 are not strictly limited to the above example, as long as eight words are intermixed. Martin verse has no copy right nor is the form proprietary.
Example of Martin verse: Memory of Yesterday A memory of yesterday When kisses weren’t that far away And all was made for lovers’ play We knew our dreams would never stray And every star had you in sight Those moonbeams were for our delight And reasons were to hold you tight Another kiss a long good night. Antidote Notes Vol. 2. This Stairway. Bridges to Saturn. Marina , just another mermaid .........free verse.
Once I came upon a river and sat quietly along its banksThe water pure clean and shimmering along softly among boulders and eddysThat's where I met my very first mermaidand Marina my young mermaid displayed the beautythat only she can showA free and gentle soul And now all that Marina wanted her whole life was to swim freeWe stopped there inthat special place andafter a while we joined hands and swam togetherHer and I And she told me herdreams And I told her mineAnd In many ways we were alike a growing mermaid and an aging man of the same river How perfect a matchfor two like uswe know each other so wellAnd in the end we swam away in different directions Me to my home at seaand Marina to herhome freeamong the clear mountain streamsI think Marina will be just fine Don't you ?
The Day Denise Went Away (poem) Dreams, What Are They? A Poem. Between the Darkness and the Dawn. Is It You Behind The Mask? An Angel Flying Too Low To the Ground. I guess you were flying too low to the ground, And somehow managed to injure a wing. Your beauty was something that couldn't be bound, And your scent was that of flowers in spring. I heard you fall like a feather on a cloud, And felt a hand pull me to your side. I also heard a whisper in my ear so loud, A curse on this world if you had died. But you didn't and we grew close, as one, We were like an unbeatable team. I showed you hatred, jealousy and pain, And how we are all used to the tears we cry.
I cried as you asked about my dreams. Photo: Photopin. Tale Of The Stars (poem) Beauty of the Rose. A Christmas of Love. The Moment. For Jackie ..more my style? A Condition of the Heart. The Moment (poem) The Very Last Time. Who Knows (poem) Of Shattered Glass. Shattered hearts like broken glassRiddle both new and distant pastShards they sting causing to bleedOur feet, our hands, our bended knees Our faith these pieces shake the soulPits of despair build larger holesBlocking the sun from our very facesIn slow and awkward unsteady paces Leading to darkness at full boarNo time to find a settled scoreThe time hard pressed this glass to smootheOur souls inside a cage unmoved Our eyes to scold each single shardEach word, each deed, comes down so hardAs a hammer to nail, And pen to inkWe struggle to find a common link And then one day, we see a chanceSomething not quite happenstanceLooking around all the broken timeThe cage looks useful, the glass sublime Each bar a frame for a potentialTo create something quite beautifulEach shard a color as the sun glints downCausing a calidescope of beauty around Somehow we've found a way to buildA window of beauty and light distilledIn hues of red, orange, blue and goldAnd even more colors so very bold.
Moment In Time. The Last Song: A Sestina. Wonder Which Is You (poem) Love Hurts Every Time. Summer’s Air. Beyond the beach « grevilleacorner. The wash of the waves rattles into the waiting shore, a raft of spent shells and other sea-dregs hitch a ride and are duly deposited, somewhat sternly, on the golden bank of sand to dry bare feet splash along the shallows, relishing the freedom-feel of salt water and sand between toes hazel eyes scan the sodden ground, seeking ahead of each step, perchance to find unblemished shell or rock of intrigue to pick and enjoy a fist-sized rock is noticed for it is adorned with embedded shells, perhaps some coral broken off from the reef out deep it is picked from its quiet place and studied closely before being slipped into pocket of shorts and greeted by the feel of cotton fluff and a small collection of favored shells while other shells await their long slow marriage with the golden sands, the pocketed group swing along in step as their new ride takes them on a magical journey beyond the beach Stephanie Mohan November 3rd 2013 photo – Queensland beach, Australia 2013 Like this: Like Loading...
The Phone Call (poem) Singing to His Heart.