9 verses Love, Poetry by Karoline Lehner

468 moons and 39 winters
I wandered the earth alone.

As a little girl I dreamed to be
a circus princess on a flying horse.

In every frog I saw a prince
whose spell I break with my kiss.

Genre: love, motivation, hope, patience, faith, strength.

9 verses Love
by Karoline Lehner

468 moons and 39 winters
I wandered the earth alone.

As a little girl I dreamed to be
a circus princess on a flying horse.

In every frog I saw a prince
whose spell I break with my kiss.

In vain I waited for the noble knight
to appear and save me from the world.

When I realized, there is no knight
and all my dragons I fight alone.

I learned to save myself and I swallowed my tears.
My body was strong and I mastered the sword.

I saw ugliness and I treasured beauty.
My laughter was bright and I kept silent in darkness.

I screamed and I whispered,
my prayer was humble and my cursing was wild.

468 moons and 39 winters
I prepared to love you.

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My Escape, A Poem by Amy Miller

In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

Genres: love, sadness, hope, pain, challenges, fear, wisdom, divinity, escape.

MY ESCAPE
by Amy Miller

In this wild-scape
Trapped by my fear
My heart heaves
A sigh of damp air

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

What do you see
Across the sea
A land of salvation
why can’t it be me

Hear my name
See thy face
Hidden beneath
my own disgrace

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

Beauty is deep
Caught up in the folds
Trying to escape
The traps and the cold

What is the answer
A knowing to unfold
To gather me up
And embrace me like gold

A heart that cracks open
And pain to wring out
A wish to come back
And see myself whole

Bring me to the surface
Let me see the light
Otherwise I’ll be caught down here
In my own fight

 

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Loving Our Blue Earth, Poetry by Betsy Brandt

Love spoke and made our blue earth, not to be the center of the universe, but its muse,

Love spoke and made our blue earth the third rock from the sun, Terra, solid, drifting, with vibrant, exploding life,

Genre: Life, Society, Love

Loving Our Blue Earth
By Betsy Brandt

Love spoke and made our blue earth, not to be the center of the universe, but its muse,

Love spoke and made our blue earth the third rock from the sun, Terra, solid, drifting, with vibrant, exploding life,

Love spoke and made the third rock spin and circle around the sun, with a tilt Terra spins, making seasons abound, arrays of colors bursting,

Love spoke and made Luna, dazzling sister to our blue earth, tugging, teasing our waters, one declared we’d often visit, just because,

Love spoke and made our sun, stunningly rise and fall peacefully for our blue earth, but no, Love gently spins and turns Terra to the East each day,

Love spoke and made our sun, Helios, our brightest Hero Star, one we could ever follow, never floating away, like Love itself,

Love spoke and made our Star give our blue earth, light, life, our sight, warmth- just right, boundless energy, gratefully received,

Love spoke and made our blue earth ride in the Galaxy of Milky Way, majestic spiral,
glowing band, heavenly teeming of kinship,

Love spoke and made Love to be written in the Sky, never alone, designed, evolving,
sustained harmony, loving our blue earth, gracefully conceived for Love.

 

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To love a life, Poetry by Christopher Hughes

Eccentric maybe…but I know that I’m in love but my demons they torture me. My Love. Have you ever closed your eyes and just pictured bliss. Or even better yet dear love; closed your eyes and seen shear terror amidst your bliss? To love unconditionally, my soul? My dear and sweet heart. My soul tear at me, yet I can not find the person to fill my void. I’m trying to love myself. But where can this love come from if it has literally died and dried up from my life.

Genres: Love and depression

To love a life
by Christopher Hughes

My Love? How dare I address you so?

Or maybe I’m the crazy one…

Eccentric maybe…but I know that I’m in love but my demons they torture me. My Love. Have you ever closed your eyes and just pictured bliss. Or even better yet dear love; closed your eyes and seen shear terror amidst your bliss? To love unconditionally, my soul? My dear and sweet heart. My soul tear at me, yet I can not find the person to fill my void. I’m trying to love myself. But where can this love come from if it has literally died and dried up from my life.

It’s quite painstaking…to say the very least. Your soul has left your body and yet what do you do?? Your yesterdays are gone. You can’t take them back. Your heart yearns and begs forgiveness yet you never get any. Do you really deserve forgiveness? Or should you just continue to beg?

I try to keep my head high and be hopeful, but finding a love and losing it is a hard one.

What is love?

To me it means this: Giving yourself unconditionally to someone and despite their faults and failures…you accept them unconditionally. Yet I have failed the ultimate sin of infidelity. Oh my heart and soul…how you torment me.

First we must dig within ourselves to love ourselves.

 

 

 

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The Journey With Love, Poetry by Natalie Liessmann

She felt the sting of salt water tears

Streaming down from her eyes

“If we are supposed to be together…

Then please help me!”

Genre: Love/Self-Love

The Journey With Love
by Natalie Liessmann

She felt the sting of salt water tears

Streaming down from her eyes

“If we are supposed to be together…

Then please help me!”

To her angels she cried

The angels gathered together

To rush in and help this love

They knew the only way to assist her

Was to free her from a man undeserving of

The just woman sat there crying

Wiping her tears on her shirt

“We are going to help you”

The angels said…

“Only, this is going to hurt.”

The woman could not hear it,

But soon enough she’d see

Just what the angels meant

When her beloved walked away

And she fell down on her knees

She cried out in pain

“I asked you for help angels!

How could you do this to me?”

The angels wrapped their wings around her

“Sweet child,” they whispered, “can’t you see?”

“We gave you what you asked for…

A life filled with more love…

Now is your chance to connect with source

And fill yourself from above.

Take this time to recover

And heal all that’s been broken.

And over time you’ll learn to love

Even more than just words spoken.

You’ll see that the love you crave from him

Has been in you all along

And the memory of this pain will disappear

As your heart learns the lyrics to a new song.

So do not fear sweet soul

That your option for love was just that one

For in darkness you begin to fly away

Your journey with love…has only begun.”

Written By Natalie Liessmann CEO of Soul Remedy LLC

Check out the site: http://www.soulremedyllc.com

 

 

 

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Astral Moments, Poetry by Kirstin Maguire

The bridges of Amsterdam shine in Spring,
Down river, wild current churning wide.
Twitching free, a young man slips in,
Along crooked warehouse and factory line.
Trips between buildings, viaduct drift,
Swift dip of huge river’s golden dreams.
Steam engine rolling, thunderous roaring,
Steelworks of old working-life’s gleam.

Genres:Love, Fear, Relationships, Promises, Hope, Loss, Astral

Astral Moments
Inspired by ‘Astral Weeks’ by Van Morrison
by Kirstin Maguire

The bridges of Amsterdam shine in Spring,
Down river, wild current churning wide.
Twitching free, a young man slips in,
Along crooked warehouse and factory line.
Trips between buildings, viaduct drift,
Swift dip of huge river’s golden dreams.
Steam engine rolling, thunderous roaring,
Steelworks of old working-life’s gleam.

Backstreet ditches,
Many we stumbled,
Many a night and many a sight.
Disappear from view,
Hide and then stop,
Many a night and many a sight.

Daylight cracks paving,
Deep river shining.
Many a light and many a sight.
Sunlight ripples,
Twinkling shimmer,
Many a light and many a sight.

She eyes him from dank riverbank,
She stirs, she heaves, she hurls.
Drags him under arms to reeds’ banks,
She strokes, he wakes, she soothes.

Zealous fingers comb wet hair,
Promise it will all be alright.
To lay him down in silence easy,
Dreaming all that wandering night.

He gulps new breath of refreshed world,
Silent kissed eyes open wide.
Translucent outline, rise and unfurls,
And views himself, he’s his own guide.

A gleam on the breeze, a trick, a flicker,
A glow in the air, a spark, a heartbeat.
With renewed view and refreshed spirit.
Reborn eyes with new insight.

Sun setting radiant wonder,
Leaping waves; wild ocean roar,
Crests are choppy,
Gathering wildly,
Lapping softly,
On quiet breeze.

Each tide finds its shore.
As far as eye sees,
As far as mind winds,
To horizon.

Blends, fades and folds,
Transient ascending,
As translucent-self pictures self.
Many depths plundered,
Rich skies greet pale seas.
Textures singing and sweeping free,
Grit in feet, sand creeping toes,
Questioning look on forlorn face.

Braving red skies sunset’s blaze,
Lines each texture and every crease.
Colour fade and in-betweens,
Hands wrapping tightly behind back.
Translucent vision pushes the raft
Of old oak door mounting vast waves.
Wheels way and venture revolution,
Meet sea, eclipse, find ultimate source.

In twitching dark corridor
Of bitter cold night,
Dim lights flicker along their hallway.
Pots and pans rattling,
Behind closed doors.
Raised voices spatting,
Behind closed doors.

Forcing door he tumbles in,
Tattered suit dusted
From door’s crashing.
Arm stands to attention
Behind sunken back.
Stray flowers he clutches;
Fine bastions.
The hopeful picking and
Desperate plucking,
Wilting and fragile,
Stalks sweaty palm.

There she stands;
Startled, bemused.
His breath smells of liquor
As he awkwardly shuffles
From one foot to other,
From moment to moment.
Pledges and promises
Of fine intentions.

Scratchy ‘Black Betty’ emanates vinyl,
She examines his picture hanging above.
Tracing Leadbelly,
Enshrined in gold frame,
His face so alive
He could come back to life.
She stands and watches,
In quiet confiding,
Seeks wisdom in pain
Of those old blues tales.

Winter sun streaming,
Old sash window.
Lights floor under foot,
Etches warmth on her face.
Some rare femininity
Striking her rags,
Embellishing them with
Raw beauty of
Pure golden seams,
Tinted moonstruck beams.

Long linear living room of deliberations,
Is stage to some kind of play boasting
Aristotlean Values of time and space,
As he’s struck with fear of her dalliances.
He envisions her showing out a guest,
Whispers in hallway,
Smiling strutting.
Landscapes of art all down the corridor.
Lonely image he’s imagining.

As she stands before translucent him,
Stream of sunlight strikingly free.
Not subject to window’s passage but free,
Free; its life all-consuming,
Tinting her hair, and cheek and eyes,
Shining as her glistening speech,
And they smile, and standing closer,
In mind’s fair painting of imaginings.

Small boy strolling,
By her side.
Side-parted softness,
His red shoes tap.
‘Make sure he has clean clothes to wear.
Will you see to it that he has clean clothes.’

Brave crossing room,
He’s seeking comfort.
Along fragile wall,
Designated as kitchen.
His fingers explore
Wood’s grain and knots.
Staggers at side,
As she stands centre stage,
Centre stage and further away.

Sweet memory recalls
Bridges and viaducts
Of quiet kissed eyes and life’s renewal.
He imagines them, somehow younger.
No lines of worry on bitter faces,
No signs of tiredness’ deep traces
No sign of etches of hidden regret.
Playing and laughing, holding hands,
In meadow of sun’s play
All the long day.

In living room, the sun is setting,
Shadows her face, at centre stage.
Centre Stage and further away,
As he lurches worktop, shoulder dips.
Soon twilight will arrive and night will drift in,
Leaving only distance and sweet memory.

 

 

 

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2016 LOVE Poetry Contest Winner & Finalists

Read the finalists for the 2016 LOVE Poetry contest. One of these poems will be made into a movie. To be announced on April 11th.

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Read the Winning POEM. Now this poem will have their poetry made into a movie:

LOVE: A MYSTICAL PARADOX, by Somali K. Chakrabarti
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/21/love-a-mystical-paradox-love-poetry-by-somali-k-chakrabarti/

Read the finalist LOVE Poems:

EVERYTHING IF LOVE, by Debra Tammer
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/21/everything-if-love-love-poetry-by-debra-tammer/

LOVE-FORESTS FIELD RAW ROMANCE, by Dr. Todd Harris
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/21/love-forests-field-raw-romance-love-poetry-by-dr-todd-harris/

ON THE WALLABY WITH YOU, by David J. Delaney
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/21/on-the-wallaby-with-you-love-poetry-by-david-j-delaney/

FOREVER NOT YOURS, by Gloria D. Gonsalves
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/forever-not-yours-love-poetry-by-gloria-d-gonsalves/

BE THREE, by Stephen Karnaghan
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/be-three-love-poetry-by-stephen-karnaghan/

JOURNEY FROM HELL TO EDEN, by Colin Guest
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/29/journey-from-hell-to-eden-love-poetry-by-colin-guest/

ASSIGNATIONS OF THE HEART, by Fayton Hollington
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/29/assignations-of-the-heart-love-poetry-by-fayton-hollington/

DEED TO PARADISE, by Derek Stephen McPhail
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/29/deed-to-paradise-love-poetry-by-derek-stephen-mcphail/

MY WHOLE HEART, by Buffy Sammons
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/30/my-whole-heart-love-poetry-by-buffy-sammons/

FOR YOU I FEEL, by Jessica Herr
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/04/04/for-you-i-feel-love-poetry-by-jessica-herr/

 

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FOR YOU I FEEL, Love Poetry by Jessica Herr

When I see your eyes I see the stars twinkle at night
When I hear your voice it gives my soul a delight
When I think of our closeness it gives my soul a rush
My feelings when we’re together is something no humans can touch

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

FOR YOU I FEEL
by Jessica Herr

When I see your eyes I see the stars twinkle at night
When I hear your voice it gives my soul a delight
When I think of our closeness it gives my soul a rush
My feelings when we’re together is something no humans can touch
Deep deep inside my love for you has grown stronger
I want our time together to last a little longer
My fondness my feelings for you so strong so true
Especially when you thanked me for being me I knew our love has been proved
I would walk through fire for you to make your life right
Sword down demons so you have no difficulties getting through the night
Tear down your walls of impossible chances
Let you breathe easy while life gives you many dances
Someone like you is so special and true
Hard to recognize but destiny led me to you
One in a million like a diamond so rare
Only for you forever and always will my heart care.

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My Whole Heart, Love Poetry by Buffy Sammons

I will promise you to give my entire heart..
My Love, all I asked back is for you to give “us” a fresh start..
To breathe fresh life into my broken bones as well as our broken spirit to drip down into our very broken soul..

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

I will promise you to give my entire heart..
My Love, all I asked back is for you to give “us” a fresh start..
To breathe fresh life into my broken bones as well as our broken spirit to drip down into our very broken soul..
Giving me your tender touch, your arms wrapped around me, it really helps me continue towards a goal..
To fight for all that I believe only together we can beat.. With our love I know that I can always face it, my sweet..
To my love, I ask you with all I am and and always will be..
You were my first true love and will be the last love that I ever have, and even then I could see..
I never used to believe in fate but the way you made for me fall for you so quickly it’s always been you that I absolutely adore..
So I beg of you on bended knees just open up your eyes and look into mine the way I remember you did before..
You have my whole heart and have been my entire life so now my love, please just be..
My other half and what may come because there is no cause to my fight if you are not here with me..
Anything is possible my love, so just believe that we still have a future but more so, a here and now…
With your hand in mine together it gives me hope and faith that we could beat absolutely anything somehow..
You are and have been for so long, my entire family, my best friend, and the love of my life..
Nothing could have made me more proud than the day that I became your wife..
We have been going through an awful lot of bad times right now but never for one second think..
That we haven’t had just as many good ones in fact a lot more great ones, it just reminds us that it can all be taken away in just a blink..
We can be happy again my love, I just know it, but from here on what I really do need..
Is positivity to keep me focused on your love for me, and strength to keep me up when the days get rough indeed..
I know it’s been a lot to ask but I will promise to give you all of me, my love, from deep down in my heart, soul, and so very much more..
With you by my side I can only beat this so that we will can make new memories and together we will again soar..
Just please help me in this fight because I feel so alone in the darkness sometimes, so don’t give up on me my love, for there will be no future for me, without you..
My world would be over without your arms holding me tight, your lips locked on mine, and your eyes in my view…

Dedicated to my true soul mate Matthew..
I will love you forever and always..
Buffy Sammons
..Still fighting..3-25-2016

 

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Deed To Paradise, Love Poetry by Derek Stephen McPhail

WITH YOU I HAD EVERYTHING

SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE

BONE OF MY BONE, FLESH OF MY FLESH

THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE

WE WERE BLESSED ONES

SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE…

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Deed To Paradise
by Derek Stephen McPhail

VERSE 1

WITH YOU I HAD EVERYTHING

SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE

BONE OF MY BONE, FLESH OF MY FLESH

THROUGH THE POWER OF LOVE

WE WERE BLESSED ONES

SHARING THE DEED TO PARADISE…   

 

CHORUS

THINK I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

LOVE HAS GIVEN ME STRENGTH

THINK I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

LOVE HAS GIVEN ME HOPE

THINK I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS

THE DEED TO PARADISE…

 

VERSE 2

PLAYED A TRICK ON MY SELF

LOSING THE DEED TO PARADISE

TEMPTED BY FORBIDDEN FRUIT

SQUANDERED OUR PRECIOUS LOVE

LOSING MY FAITH, NAKED AND ASHAMED

LOSING THE DEED TO PARADISE…

 

REPEAT CHORUS

I RECEIVED MY JUST REWARD

FINDING THE DEED TO PARADISE…

TAUGHT ME I WAS NOT ALONE

FORGIVING OTHERS, I FORGAVE MYSELF

WE ARE BLESSED ONES

FINDING THE DEED TO PARADISE…

Here is a link to the recorded version of “Deed To Paradise”, at:  https://soundcloud.com/spunkyuncle-1/deed-to-paradise-1.

 

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