A thousand words are whispered on the beauty of your form,
promises of devotion are created and sworn.
A million gazing souls look to your heart,
everyone seeing distance as being too far.
You are so much more than beauty so much more than light,
It is not your soul purpose to bring vision to the night.
They stop, they gaze and pause in time,
for the moons glorious shine.
They point and wonder where did she hide?
At this new beauty they suddenly find.
But you are so much more than light that illuminates our sky,
Your purpose makes the truest soul cry.
They lay in bed whilst days tick past
wondering how long this moon will last.
As waves crash upon the shore
and moon dust sprinkles to the floor.
And you are all and you are one
as is growth to the blazing sun.
Karen Hayward 2015 ©
My name is Karen, I live in the UK with my husband, daughter and four black cats. I’ve been writing poetry for a few years now and still feel as though I am a newbie with so much to learn.
On the coast
One main road
Up the East Bank Demerara
With a turn off to Timehri
(The Cheddi Jagan International Airport)
All the way to Georgetown.
After grid pattern capital
It picks up again
And three, may be four hours later
To Skeldon/Crabwood Creek.
And then it stops.
Just before Suriname.
And goes back again.
(Market and stelling and car park
now some what retiring)
which has a by pass too-
a floating pontoon bridge
-a toll bridge-
no longer at the whim of ferries,
weather and tide,
packed to the gills
buskers and hawkers
plying their wares,
by passed New Amsterdam
and Canje River,
huge high humped back bridge,
will the truck get over it,
That broke the journey,
Stumblings, falterings, graspings for heir
There go eye…
With a beam a gymnast
Could do a complete routine upon
Protruding from my own ‘I’
Tweezing splinters from others’ sight
That I am loathe to admit
As if looking down
From much vaunted heights
There’s an irony
A look on my face
I sometimes cannot see
Unless shown to me
Then the wait is imminent
A spinning drum
I tremble and shake
Removed into silence
As the rumble abates
Hung out to dry
For all to see…humbly
Through it all
Comes this gentle breeze
In the Son
In the Light
Pinned to a line
A warmth renews me
Collapsing from self
And lovingly set aside
Till worn again
Wrinkles set in
More thorn to bear
Than flower in bloom
More button down
Or cuffs at hems
Just outer garments to be shed
And renew in due season
Painstakingly straining out impurities
Funneled from a Crown
Out of a head
And into a heart
The scenes in surroundings
Leaving anything to be desired
“if people destroy something made by man they are called vandals. if they destroy something made by GOD they are called developers”
Every time I see you smile my mind makes an ever lasting memory to remember and enjoy;
An unconditional love now flows through my veins when I look into the eyes of My Baby Boy
The first time I held you your eyes projected an image that immediately imprinted onto my very soul, it was one memory that will forever remain in my heart;
It was like my past suddenly faded away and everything from that very moment was a brand new start
You created a brand new me, you reminded me to focus only on the good things and to forget about all of the bad;
You are my greatest ever creation, and no matter what you achieve in life i will always be proud to be your dad
I already spend hours talking to you, i keep forgetting that you are way to young to understand;
I can spend hours upon hours just watching you hold my finger with your tiny hand
You may keep us awake all night, and I now have a living breathing clock alarm;
But I want you to know that I would now lay down my life before I let you come to any harm
I have never really been that close to my own father, and maybe that is partly my fault because deep down if I am honest we both never really tried;
But I swear to you right here and now, no matter what you do in life good or bad, I will always be right by your side
I will teach everything I know about life, until oneday my baby boy becomes a man;
Yesterday I carried you outside and as we looked up to the clouds I told you stories about your great Grandad & Nan
Oneday you will be the man of the house, and when that day comes I want you to be strong and find power from the sun;
Just remember to keep on smiling, and to always look after your Sisters and Mum
But we have an entire lifetime ahead of us, a lifetime to make a million memories for us to all remember and enjoy;
So all that is left to do is seal this letter with a kiss, and sign it with love from Daddy to My Baby Boy
Dedicated to my son Rio -x-
As long as there have been poets, there have been love poems. After all, if love cannot inspire, what can? Our minds turn to love on special anniversaries, Valentine’s Day and weddings, but how to express it? We are not all blessed with the gift of poetic words. The list below may include a romantic love poems for him or a love poem for her to serve the occasion but don’t pretend it’s yours. You will look very foolish when you are found out. But love tends to do that to us anyway.
10. ‘Wild Nights’ by Emily Dickinson
A leading American poet (1830 – 1836), she is one of the most accessible and popular poets. This selection is not typical of her output and is surprisingly passionate for a woman of those times. Dickinson led a secluded life and it’s not certain for whom these lines were intended, ‘might I but moor tonight with thee’. Biographers believe that she may have created a fantasy for herself. But this may also have been a love poem for a man.
Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!
9. ‘We Are Made One with What We Touch and See’ by Oscar Wilde
Of course, it’s well known that Wilde’s romantic exploits got him into trouble, resulting in a two-year sentence for hard labour. He’s better known for his comedic plays and witty quotes than for his poems. This poem has the joyful line; ‘we draw the spring into our hearts and feel that life is good’. Read the full poem.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all the live World’s throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!
8. ‘Bright Star’ by John Keats
A leading figure amongst the English Romantic poets, many of Keats’ poems are melancholic. He was a doomed man, dying of TB at the age of 26 in a house in Rome where he had gone to improve his health. The house, next to the Spanish Steps, is now a museum dedicated to his life and the life of Shelley. He wrote his poetry in a brief five-year period. Sensual love is celebrated in the line, ‘pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast’.
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.
7. ‘Another Valentine’ by Wendy Cope
This is from the point of view of a couple that have been together a long time. At first, Cope seems slightly resentful that she is being forced into making a romantic declaration just because a certain date in the calendar demands it, but she gets into the spirit of the occasion and her love for her man shines through. They are sure of each other, as shown by ‘you know I’m yours and I know you are mine’. It is more difficult to find love poems for him, but “Another Valentine” is just that.
Today we are obliged to be romantic
And think of yet another valentine.
We know the rules and we are both pedantic:
Today’s the day we have to be romantic.
Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic.
You know I’m yours and I know you are mine.
And saying that has made me feel romantic,
My dearest love, my darling valentine.
6. ‘A Drinking Song’ by W.B. Yeats
The title does not suggest a love poem and it’s debatable as to how much alcohol consumption is playing a part! Nevertheless, it is a romantic poem. The opening lines are ‘wine comes in at the mouth and love comes in at the eye’ Let’s hope they don’t regret it in the morning.
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
5. ‘Valentine’ by John Fuller
Perhaps the least well known poet on the list, he is an English writer, born in 1937, and is the son of the feted poet, Roy Fuller. This is a sensual poem, which celebrates the physical features of his beloved; ‘I like it when you tilt your cheek up’. It’s a gently teasing poem with fun lines such as ‘I’d like to find you in the shower and chase the soap for half an hour’. Read the full poem.
The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see your eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a féte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.
4. ‘Love Is’ by Adrian Henri
The late Henri, along with his fellow Liverpool poets, Roger McGough and Brian Patten, brought poetry to a new generation in their 1967 anthology, ‘The Mersey Sound’. It’s a poem about everyday love between everyday people but is strangely touching. ‘Love is a fan club with only two fans’ and ‘love is what happens when the music stops’.
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is blankets full of strange delights
Love is when you don’t put out the light
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is white panties lying all forlorn
Love is pink nightdresses still slightly warm
Love is when you have to leave at dawn
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
3. ‘How Do I Love Thee’ by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Browning had the advantage of a good education, not given to most Victorian women in England. She blossomed as a poet and found love with fellow writer, Robert Browning. They married against her father’s wishes and eloped to Italy. It doesn’t get any more romantic than that. The opening lines to this romantic love poem are often quoted; ‘how do I love thee, let me count the ways’.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
2. ‘A Red, Red Rose’ by Robert Burns
This is both a poem and a song, first published in 1794. Burns is one of the most famous Scotsmen in the world and the anniversary of his birth, January 25th, is celebrated around the world with recitations, whiskey and haggis (for those that can stomach it). Burns Night undoubtedly features this romantic poem and the lines, ‘O, my love is like a red, red, rose, that is newly sprung in June’.
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
1. ‘Love Sonnet 130’ by William Shakespeare
The most revered playwright in history also found time to compose 154 sonnets, published in 1609. The sonnets are a great source for quotations on the theme of romance, love and passion. He was constantly preoccupied with the relationships between men and women in his writing. Number 130 glories in lines, such as ‘and yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare’.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
“The flower that walks”, the Indian; said,
And walking spreads its crown-like roots
Through forest glades and upland dales.
Moccasin flower or Lady’s Slipper,
It matters not the name
Or if it be fair white or rose or tiny yellow kind
Tis ever rare and wondrous there
This woodland beauty Bequeathed us from another age.
A Heritage to guard with care
And cherish for posterity
That other eyes in future years
Mav see this Orchid walk the trails
As did our native Indian braves
And shy eyed maidens of the tribe.
-HELEN M. FLEET
Oh!! My child!! I will soon be dead
Leaving you without any crown on the head
Only these few words that you should regard
They are more precious than an emerald
Listen carefully and contemplate every word
You have got a long life ahead
I want you to learn how to have it in hand
It won’t give you what you have pled
Unless you have a good head
And follow what I said
I really want you to understand
Life is not as easy as people pretend
It’s not heaven and neither a feather bed.
Your route is full of prickles that you should forefend
Elbow your way to reach your end
Stroll the ground to earn your bread
Make the acquaintance of all kinds of people even the bad
Be clever and on them never depend
Learn things implicitly without any demand
Take the virtue and leave the fault behind
Neither selfishness nor greed can make you glad
Be to all kinds of human race a friend
Smile at their faces even those who drive you mad
Be in harmony with whatever lives on your land
Always remember that you cannot applaud with one hand
Stand upright and keep your dignity and pride
Be the master of your destiny and never show dependence of any kind
Nothing is more valuable than what you can do for humankind
Persevere to make human life docile and no longer wild
Only your deeds can engrave your name in people’s mind
© Chaouki Mkaddem, 2010
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The moments of life all add up
Some of it planned,
Most of it pot luck
The stress we receive builds up the pressure,
As we spend our lives,
Seeking all pleasures
The pleasure of love, fun and laughter
The pressures of the past,
Present and after,
But each life is different in every way
Seems like the same old story,
Just on a different day.
By Abbe Cutforth
I am lost, I am falling, I am now living in a world with no sleep; The night has become an ocean and I am drowning in the deep
The moon has become my sun, The stars bring light to my sky; Staring at a ceiling unable to sleep, no matter how hard I try
I am living in a silent world full of artificial light; Words fall from this pen, as pages are filled with these darks verses that I write
My eye lids are feeling heavy now, But are my eyes already closed? Or is this just a longer blink; My mattress is turning into quicksand, As I slowly begin to sink
Soft whispers start to tumble and fall down, I wonder am I asleep or am I still awake; Maybe this is all a daydream, and I am laying here just waiting for yet another dawn to break
As I fall deeper I feel my body lifting up high, as soft voices whisper they have heard me calling; But just as the sun begins to rise I wake up screaming as I feel my body falling.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012
One thought that lasts
What’s love…Oh! The Irony
Oh! Love, That gypsy wanderer
When some people talk about love, _I don’t talk about poets, swan, and dove, Of chimeric thoughts that hover over a dream-catcher net
_But we, like ordinary people, at wee hours, they daydream of that day when they get caught, like a wisp on a stream,
And Of which they never talk and again, they never taught Only longing sometimes, for that as if they were,him a tenebrous Latin lover
and her, my fair lady of one night he came by singing under her balcony, Thither, hither and yon, they have ever met. What’s love…that thing out of your reach Oh! That was the only way of which
Like a thief, that had left with your valuables, and walked away then left you, with a broken heart alas! He never came back,anyway
And it makes you sometimes feel lonely, a quantum of solace, to linger at a simple note of sorry, left on a table, at reach of your finger
or like a hungry burglar had eaten your diner, one night while you went for a walk, and of which you never talk.
For years you lived on a whisper, a word that he uttered to you like to a young spouse, the day they just wedded that has her sailor husband, he said it to her the morning he left, and sailed.
_ Her, she stands at the window, peering at things, on the offing At him, the while, the ship, the sole mariner coming Waiting for days, the day they’ll return to the safe harbor, Will find her there, at the moors, like among other wives With anguish cutting her guts, like hands cutted with knives
Then they’ll be living for a week or two As they often do on lobster they’ll dine, with hot bread and wine,
On Fresh water and d’ amour Like always, and come toujours and then, on left-overs, like everyone. They go sitting there sometimes, at the dock of the bay, Just having small talks, mamours and caresses, wasting time, until the next day going at sea Watching their hearts glowing low like embers, Under the ashes of a bonfire, on a golden shore. at the sole thought, of partir encore.
kissing goodbye is such sweet sorrow on departing in the tomorrow
I am, sitting here, like dog on the bay, The while, the only thing, waiting for his master to return home Do you return home someday! my love Oh! I am too nostalgic to remembrances,
Sorry, guys, What a mess! I’m drunk of love, I have to go anyway
“Sittin’ here resting my bones,
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, yes”
“Now I’m just go sittin’ there at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away, ooh Wasting time” _Otis Redding-_(Sitting on) The Dock of the Bay, lyrics
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ” ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!’ “
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.
There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved: so I said,
“Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head’s bare
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”
And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
Ups and downs nurture life
Patience and endurance help you survive
Never know when life can supply or deprive
Jumping into despair is a futile dive
Why not refrain and derive?
Seek your potentials to contrive
Original ways to strive
Against balks all along your drive
Never lose hope, but thrive
Till life gives you five!
© Chaouki Mkaddem
May 28th, 2013
From baby to toddler in the blink of an eye,
The last stage is hard I’m not gonna lie
The nappies need to go, say “hello pants”
Might be too soon but I’ll take the chance.
A short time naked whilst watching cartoons,
I’ve shown you the potty at the side of the room
I keep on asking “do you need a wee?”
A minute later the floor’s covered in pee.
But all you want to do is play
I encourage you as much as I can,
Pants with cars, and praise, “come on lil man”.
So much pride I felt the first time I saw
You did a wee but this time not on the floor,
Such a big boy doing more and more
It won’t be long now, of that I’m sure.
Months later you want the toilet instead
Still a few accidents as I’d expect,
But then comes the day you manage to stay dry
Even on a trip out with distractions close by.
The best day so far, I pray for many more
Days with no nappies and no wee on the floor,
Now you’re a big boy, my baby has gone
I couldn’t be more proud of how well you have done
We live in a world of violence,
We live in world of crime,
With robbery and muggings,
That happens from time to time.
There is fighting throughout the world,
No thought for one another,
Just senseless destruction and killing,
Brother killing brother.
Why do we have this slaughter?
What drives the desire to maim?
Have we forgotten to care?
For we are doing it all over again.
We all seem divided,
By religion politics and race,
It is time for all to realise,
Each one has its place.
We must tolerate each other,
Work for a world of peace,
Embrace all those who strive for good,
So all the troubles will cease.
We are a race of people,
Different in every way,
We must respect other cultures,
In whatever they do or say.
So long as we all stand together,
With one aim in mind,
To stamp out the evil around us,
By being helpful considerate and kind.