Touched By Beauty
Have you felt that softest touch
A silent sky
That says so much.
Candy floss pink streaked.
A kaleidoscope that leaked.
A child heaven as sunshine slept
Some wild spectrum
As moonlight crept.
Touched
By the canyon of the sky
Between the stars
And you and I.
Naked as the moon
We lay in fever of love.
Our ecstasy in a balloon
Escaping high above.
So very light
- The impish breeze
Does massage our souls.
And ignite
Memories that freeze
As passion walks on hot coals.
The sprinkle of rivers and streams
That tinkle like bells
Through our dreams.
Collecting in wells pure and deep.
The elixir
Only Gods could weep.
Seduced
By the mighty ocean
With ultimate symphony.
Poetry in motion
As thunder plays timpani.
It's all there
Beauty making love to beauty.
A maiden fair
By stardust was blown.
As Cupid whispers secrets
She wanders unknown
Calling on lost fantasies
We all thought had flown.
poem by Kevin East
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Eve (original beauty)
She stood naked in the garden
With more beauty
Than the first full bloom rose,
The kind and depth of
Beauty
God in Heaven only knows.
The kind of
Beauty that is deep and wild,
The kind of
Beauty lost like the days of a child,
The kind of
Beauty mankind
Has been trying desperately
(without realization)
Forever to find.
The kind of
Beauty
God has put upon
Every souls mind.
The kind of
Beauty
That forever causes God
To call us:
'Mine! '
The kind of original beauty
God understands,
The kind of beauty awaiting
The return of each woman, and man.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.
Poetry...Poetry...
Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.
Poetry...Poetry...
poem by Akash Agrawal
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She Walks...
She walks in beauty in my Dreams
She dances across the shadows of my mind
As the moonlight beams
Upon two souls entwined
All through the day and into the night
She walks in beauty in my dreams
In my memory, I hold her tight
Safe in my arms, sheltered from the screams
In the shadows my mind does teem
My thoughts my dreams, she does invade
She walks in beauty in my dreams
Across my heart in an endless parade
Love cascading, exploding in a brilliant flare
Flowing like a mountain stream
Until I am left with my dreams and where
She walks in beauty in my dreams
JPM 2/11/2008
Poetry Unlimited
Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.
Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.
Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.
Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.
Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.
Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.
Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.
Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.
Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.
The Village Street
In these rapid, restless shadows,
Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
Walked in beauty at my side.
She alone there walked beside me
All in beauty, like a bride.
Pallidly the moon was shining
On the dewy meadows nigh;
On the silvery, silent rivers,
On the mountains far and high,--
On the ocean's star-lit waters,
Where the winds a-weary die.
Slowly, silently we wandered
From the open cottage door,
Underneath the elm's long branches
To the pavement bending o'er;
Underneath the mossy willow
And the dying sycamore.
With the myriad stars in beauty
All bedight, the heavens were seen,
Radiant hopes were bright around me,
Like the light of stars serene;
Like the mellow midnight splendor
Of the Night's irradiate queen.
Audibly the elm-leaves whispered
Peaceful, pleasant melodies,
Like the distant murmured music
Of unquiet, lovely seas;
While the winds were hushed in slumber
In the fragrant flowers and trees.
Wondrous and unwonted beauty
Still adorning all did seem,
While I told my love in fables
'Neath the willows by the stream;
Would the heart have kept unspoken
Love that was its rarest dream!
Instantly away we wandered
In the shadowy twilight tide,
She, the silent, scornful maiden,
Walking calmly at my side,
With a step serene and stately,
All in beauty, all in pride.
Vacantly I walked beside her.
On the earth mine eyes were cast;
Swift and keen there came unto me
Bitter memories of the past--
On me, like the rain in Autumn
On the dead leaves, cold and fast.
Underneath the elms we parted,
By the lowly cottage door;
One brief word alone was uttered--
Never on our lips before;
And away I walked forlornly,
Broken-hearted evermore.
Slowly, silently I loitered,
Homeward, in the night, alone;
Sudden anguish bound my spirit,
That my youth had never known;
Wild unrest, like that which cometh
When the Night's first dream hath flown.
Now, to me the elm-leaves whisper
Mad, discordant melodies,
And keen melodies like shadows
Haunt the moaning willow trees,
And the sycamores with laughter
Mock me in the nightly breeze.
Sad and pale the Autumn moonlight
Through the sighing foliage streams;
And each morning, midnight shadow,
Shadow of my sorrow seems;
Strive, O heart, forget thine idol!
And, O soul, forget thy dreams!
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Night Secrets
Night Secrets…
No more my aching heart
As you sleep silent in my breast
Awakening in the night
I await your sweet caress
My aching, barren arms in vain
So many times I've wept
At night upon my pillow
While in my bed I slept
Night secrets in the darkness
Like dark, murky shadows
That linger in the night
The rain softly whispers
Through the wind and trees
Carrying my secrets
To the moon shining bright
Secrets kept deep within my heart
They whisper in the night
No one else may listen
There's no one else in sight
They echo through the evening
Those things I cannot share
My secrets whispering in the darkness
Like a breeze fluttering through air
Until then…
I'll wait my love
For your soft, caressing touch
With the stars softly glowing
Through the window in my room
I lie quietly in my bed
With the shadows of the night
Whispers flow in the breeze
Sending them gently to the moon
Until then…
I'll wait til you come again
When I can softly whisper in your ear
Those secrets that I carry
Sharing secrets...
With the one I love so dear
Until then I'll wait...
For my heart belongs to only you
poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY
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Whisper
i heard
the whisper of the thunder
and in silenced my dreams
shouted a deafening murmur
of a love gone wild
at the river of no return.
there was the brook
where the moss cling
and watch the beating of the heart
float to the hideaway of forgotten melodies
of a love gone astray
in the wilderness of lost emotions
i heard the silent protests
of souls gone weird
frozen on the valley of death
where the bloodshed eyes let bitter tears
be the nourishment of the dry sand
blown by the winds of constant change
i was left unmoved
my feet got numbed so i just looked
for stars in an starless nights
where the clouds hide the aspirations of a heart
forgotten how to be cared and loved
there was again
the whisper of the thunder
that deafened my heart
and the souls cried
for a love lost in the maze of the stars
in solitude i heard the whisper
of the thunder that shattered the dreams
within my heart
i was laid in a coffin
where distant whispers of lives gone
cried and murmur
once there was this love
borne out of mute whispers
lost in the roar
of deafening silence.
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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My Search For Beauty
I went in search of beauty
and with feeling looked around,
I noticed much in my path
where beauty could be found.
It went above human appearance
and feelings that run deep,
it wasn't just in my dreams
when I got my beauty sleep.
The beauty was felt inside
in a divine and blessed way,
it was in the growing flowers
and the nice things that we say.
I found beauty in the sunshine
and in the clouds up high,
the rain that fell upon the earth
and the lightning in the sky.
It twinkled in the stars at night
and the moon at every phase,
righteousness and gratitude
showed beauty in other ways.
It appeared in the shadows
and the kindness that we share,
I found that beauty was hiding
and some didn't see it there.
Beauty is in good memories
and times spent with a friend,
there are signs of beauty
in the messages we send.
Beauty is seen differently
for some it's in disguise,
but we cannot see true beauty
through another person's eyes.
poem by Shelley Williams
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Sonnet I
Oft had I felt, like pure Endymion,
Such love for the sweet moon, that I had well
Believed her able on earth to love and dwell
With whatso man she set her love upon;
But as I wandered once when day was done
Beside the murmuring, moon-lit ocean-swell,
Sudden thy silent beauty on me shone,
Fair as the moon had give thee all her spell.
Then, as Endymion had found on earth,
In unchanged beauty but in fashion changed,
Her whom I loved so long; so felt I then,
Not that a new love in my heart had birth,
But that the old, that far from reach had ranged,
Was now on earth, and to be loved of men.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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Spring Fever
Roy orbison
This lackadaisical mood is driving me mad, Im feeling so lazy
Flowers in bloom, and Im humming a tune
Ive looked at the moon till Im crazy
The temperature is a little bit warm, and though I know he meant no harm
Oh, spring fever has got me in love with you, with you, with you, oh, spring fever
Church bells are ringing and the birdies are singing, cute little cupid is calling
The birds and the bees and the budding trees have made the love bug come calling
I feel just like a love sick fool, mother nature, now dont be cruel because oh,
Spring fever has got me so in love with you, with you, with you, oh, spring fever
Spring has sprung, well Ive really been stung, theres no reason to doubt it
Im really in love, cupid gave me the shove, there aint no two ways about it
By this beautiful sky of blue I swear Ill never get over you, oh spring fever
Has got me so in love with you, oh, spring fever
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Satiate
In serenade jubilant thy soul be
On the winds of love above love's sea
With lily white skin and azure sweet eyes
Thy look like beauty as thy look on beauty
Transcendent like Christ's heavens skies
Thought, mirth, thy breast bloom gaily
In joyful chorus thy feet whisper steps
Echoing in heaven's delightful alley
High above swooning in cosmic depths
Ecstasy, elixir, thy breathe the mountainous air
Free in the organs of earthly snow
Thy wear the air on thy skin bare
Soft as snow like a tender angels glow
Thy freeze my love in its perfect essence
Like a sculpture chisels perfections posture
An angel fire is born the quintessence
Of art, heaven, love, and beauty, thy temperature
Temperate incarnate with its beauty mine eyes
Satiate…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Untouched by Grace, but not by Snow
Waking up, noticing the ground
To my surprise I am surround by snow
Every detail in which was lay
With perfect precise wonder
In this most daring betray of beauty
And all is quiet
All is so annoyingly quiet
The dirt that is covered peeks through the ground
Destroying what was once beauty
That was pronounced by the glistened snow
And all I can do is wonder
How this world become simple to lay
When sleep takes us on we lay
And all is deeply quiet
Our dreams become our wonder
Weather we stand on solid ground
An undefined map layer out by snow
Creates to us sleeping beauty
But what is this beauty?
And where does it lay?
What is understood to be a lie as white as snow
And all has become a false quiet
Life, which puts our burdens to the ground
And here we are left to wonder
To whom to we place our wonder
The one who holds onto your beauty?
Who picks you up off the ground
And will be contempt as you lay
This is the lovely quiet
Dawn, of our love as pure as snow
To ask what is this snow
Pure, grace, love to which we wonder
Making this moment freeze in quiet
Holding unto this betrayed beauty
Which pours unto us as we lay
To the emissive ground
To become as pure as snow is beauty
But do we wonder under stars we lay?
And all was quiet as the snow flake touched ground
Just Begun
When I moved in you
And our tempest blew
Our crescendo called to the moon
Like a symphony courts a tune.
That desperate need
Of exquisite release
As ecstasy freed our inner peace
And I left my seed in you.
We merged in shades of blue
Urged as sweet dreams flew.
When our yearning souls
Touched like burning coals
We melted into one
Infused naked in the sun
Knowing we had just begun.
poem by Kevin East
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The Lonely And Me
Hold yourself tighly through the night
And await the rescue of sweet daylight.
Tears that your soul have cried
Wait in the corridor of suicide.
On your window sill lie remnants of a thrill
Fallen from a moon that smiled
On our love
- Vagrant wind lent to ocean child.
A brief licence to be free.
Born on lost promise in the wild,
Dying in captivity.
Caged - the lonely and me.
On a balcony
Your hand in the night
Reached out for me.
And our dreams ascended a moonlit sea
- To call like a harp on the breeze.
To fall, on sword sharp to my knees.
But not expire in fever for she.
Left in eternity-abandoned
The lonely and me.
Through the music of memory
I taste escaping kiss
- One butterfly the net did miss.
Soft touch that was meant for me
Stolen in the fire of a flaming heart.
Lost in the choir when I felt the dart
That dropped me at her feet.
A tragedy complete.
Humming an unfinished symphony
Strumming the chords of infinity
Alone
By a phone
The lonely and me.
poem by Kevin East
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Moon Dreams
My dream is moonlight
dancing on a quiet breeze
of secrets grinning.
~ ~ ~
The sky spills out its
moon is full and hovers while
new light is swimming.
~ ~ ~
Slivers of moonlight
etch the surface of my mind
like diamonds on glass.
~ ~ ~
The moon outside my
window whispers moonlit dreams
of a silent wind.
~ ~ ~
Silence slips through a
Milky Way smile on a cruise
that sails to the moon.
poem by Rick Stokes
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Magic
By deepest blue lagoon
I found you with the moon
That harlequin mute
Dancing to flute
Wafting across the seas.
Your oceanic hair
Playing solitaire
Now duets with the breeze.
I feel the warmth of your eyes
Reflecting sad goodbyes
Collecting all lost sighs.
- We touched.
Two flames so very bare
We clutched
Gasping scented air.
Blithe spirits everywhere
Writhing naked
To passions' flare.
And as two souls so urgently fuse
I look upon my raging muse
To hear a symphony on high
Raining from the jasmine sky
Of dawn.
As sunlight promise seeps
Through clouds
- Black curtains drawn
Then beauty so openly weeps
For our strange magic born.
poem by Kevin East
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There Is Love
There are diamonds of the night.
And dancing flames
On walls
By lamplight.
There once was a crescent moon
Where golden promises hung.
And a ballerina pirouetting
As cathedral bells
Through dreams
Were rung.
There are flowers
That dance to the breeze
Holding hands
To rhapsodies.
In pink and blue.
Then there is love
And me.
And you.
There are mighty waves
That crash and hiss.
And sunlight
Tip toeing
Through skyscape bliss.
There are scents from Eden
Still lingering.
Midnight flora
With stardust mingling.
Eyes meeting
To set frozen hearts tingling.
Always
When you least expect them to.
Then there is love
And me.
And you.
There is music
With the sweetness of the vine.
Tears of symphony
Send shivers to the spine.
Dramatic drum rolls
Wake lifeless dolls
To live and breathe
Again.
Notes fall like raindrops
Gradually drowning the pain.
Wafting melodies
Turn darkness to light.
As aching souls touch in the night.
The opera
Of two dying flowers
Watered by cotton cloud
With showers.
Words forgotten
Are sang with verve,
Silently
Out loud.
Oh yes,
The thrill to waltz
- The nerve.
As moonlight hue
Stands proud.
Sweet words
Like birds,
Ascend.
With kiss of morning dew.
Both standing alone at the end.
Then there is love.
And me.
And you.
poem by Kevin East
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Oh I Do Like To Die Beside The Seaside
Oh, i would like to die beside the seaside
In dreams that set me free
My spirit blowing out to sea
Body ceasing to be in this wild deep cemetery.
Wonders cast will fill my soul
While my past on tide will roll.
To breathe the one clean air
To find her in dreams somewhere
One foot on Heaven's stair
-But then i wake up in a chair.
Oh i would like to die beside the seaside
Sunlit diamonds scatter the ocean
As seabirds, freebirds, chatter in motion
And schools of whales teach love and devotion
The haunted songs that they bring
Across deepest waters ring.
As i climb to nimbus height
Flying like a roguish kite, embracing blue moonlight
Chasing dancing stardust sprite
On fiery journey burning bright
Alas- with reality i am woken, as my reverie is broken.
Oh i do like to die beside the seaside
Tossed and blown to warmer climes
The wind whispers unwritten lines.
A soothing promise of love's mystique
Eternal dancing cheek to cheek.
Then gliding galleon rides the sea
On pillowed cloud just sent for me
This injured dove now flaps its wings
To bathe in sunset as angel sings
In fleeting beauty as my heart clings.
Yes i did like to die beside the seaside
Beside the seaside-fate called to me.
poem by Kevin East
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Reflecting
Reflecting on clouds that slowly creep,
Across the vast skies like woolly sheep,
The blues of heaven, the red sunset,
All sights that nobody can forget,
Sunshine and rain, crisp white frost and snow,
The softest breeze, and strong winds that blow,
Though I will gently doze, yet I may sleep,
For within your spirit my love you keep.
Reflecting on mighty oceans deep,
Stark mountains so craggy, tall and steep,
Valleys all filled with rich luscious green,
There’s such immense beauty to be seen,
But you are not here to see it too,
I can’t share these wondrous things with you,
You said not to cry though, nor will I weep,
For within my spirit your love I keep.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Woman of God
Deep in the crevices we touch life
Down and down into a sea of gold
Woven in stars from grand eons
We are a dream from the throne
Music plays from mystic trees
Fruit bright with living light
Saturn shines like a lovers caress
Rivers sigh with whispering night
She is a well from a deep river
Streams of peace flow from above
Thirsty hearts drink pure water
Lilies of the field tenderly love
Visions blend with daily eternity
Joy radiates with a pure blue glow
Unity the treasure of redemption
Past the past we struggle and grow
Touch the very hem of beauty
She brings the kiss of temporal time
Price above rubies, virtue and warmth
Light a fire with the torch of moonlight
Groaning deep in agony of soul
Temporary love becomes worldly lust
A kingdom not made by hands of man
Do you reach for love past this dust?
This mortal coil is filled with despair
Thorns and thistle on a bed of time
Hope must be in the permanent realm
Dying flowers lose their summer light
I seek essence in your sky above
Paths born in the eternal spring
Touch me with life that never ends
Let me hear the bright angels sing
A Woman of God shines for evermore
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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