Category: poem

Poetry Reading: ABOUT YOU, by Joyce Villeta

Performed by Hannah Ehman

About You, by Joyce Villeta

Crazy I still weep about you
Cry myself to sleep about you
Still I cannot be without you
Thinking how I felt about you
Thought that I could be without you
Never can I be without you
Everything I love about you
My heart bled and throbbed without you
Broken, sick and dead without you
I still hurt and drown without you
Empty and left lost without you
I still write and dream about you
Of all things I am without you
What hurts most you’re fine without me

Read Poem: Mindful, by Gordon Blitz

Sitting on a 55-year-old padded wood chair

Trying to keep my spine in line

Wiping free random thoughts to focus

On my spiritual breathing

Drawing a path to a secret place

The dark deserted cave barely lit

Stomping through muddy water

Feeling treacherous rocks

So, I don’t fall

Peering through the bristling future opening

The sun peaks a hole for my guided imagery

My heart races knowing an escape hatch is near

Dragging my spindly legs

Blinking eyelids capture windy crusts

Inching forward with perpetual anticipation

Gulping for oxygen

Predicting a freefall warm chill

Goosebumps smiling

Grass foliage whispers to me

You have arrived

Read Poetry: THE ART OF LOVE, by Dan

I made the first stroke,
On our virgin framed canvas,
Sheer ecstasy!
Coating our painting of love,
A brush and a palette,
Crimson ink from my heart
Briskly cultured my half,
Melted affection into art.

But you left your half untouched,
Your beret to gather dust,
Your bristles dry and parched,
Your heart sated and scarlet,
Void picture!
Halfway quenched,
Like a dying fire with no bellows,
A piano with only white keys.

But my limb pushed me to paint,
Culture your half with my surviving ink,
Drain my cardiac tincture,
Give our painting a clincher,
Altruistic love!
Bleached my heart and its nerve,
Robbed its hue and its curve.

A gavel and a French accent,
The verdict and the critic,
An infatuation!
Not worthy my ink you said,
A painter for a sculptor you’d trade,
It was only a fading charade.

Though beaten and pale,
Matte grey like Calvary,
I pinned the picture in the gallery,
Praying for an eye of valor,
That will behold my sacrifice of color,
And heal my heart’s pallor.
©

Read Poetry by David P Carroll

Your the air I breath in life,
Your scent I always smell,
Your soft touch feeling so warm it fills me heart
With Love,
Your everything I dreamt of…

Holding you in my arms
Knowing it’s true love,
Your the beat too my heart,
I’ve Forever In Love…..

Your the sun that shines upon me every day,
Your bright smile warms
My heart,
Your the blood flowing into
My heart it keeps growing
Stronger in time….

Your my soulmate
Your forever in my heart,
Your the one I love,
And forever the beat too my heart…..

© 2020 David P Carroll…

Read Poem: OUR LEGACY?, by Andrew Smith

I think about the future,
I think about the past,
I think about the little ones,
That seem to grow up fast,
I think about their years to come,
And the world in which they’ll live,
And I think about the legacy,
Our generation hopes to give.

But what will be that legacy,
That gift we’ll leave behind,
These things we deem important,
For the furtherance of mankind,
As we rush headlong in denial,
See things through blinkered eyes,
And in our wake we’ll leave dead seas,
And toxic polluted skies.

We’ll kill off the pollinators,
Raise the forests to the ground,
We’ll build our concrete jungles,
And say that they’re New Towns,
An opportunity for all to live,
How can we be so blind,
To destroy the things that we all need,
For the future of mankind.

So I think about the future,
And I think about the past,
I think of all the little ones,
That may not grow so fast,
For their future is looking bleaker,
Unless we open our eyes to see,
That a sad and dying planet,

Will be the legacy that we’ll leave

Read Poem: Poem on a Flower, by Tom Evans

My flower was laden with dew,
So pink, so moist, and open;
Like lips that are parted in two,
Her center, her tongue, was golden.

And crossed by green blades of grass,
Formed in a triumphal arch;
Through which some great man could pass,
Or some great army march.

Read Poem: A Day in the Lake District, by Jacqueline Mead

With my husband by my side, I sit and reflect
Upon my image in the stream
At wonder in the changes of my being
The weather warm but windy, with oft a gentle spray of rain
I feel lively, lightness appears to be my gain

Sat at a spot of such beauty, it takes your breath away
Appreciating the silence, as you give thanks for the day
In front of you great Lakes of Water some world-famous being sailed or swam side to side
Behind you in contrast high Peaks and Mountains, waiting to be climbed
There are paths to be walked, Roman Forts to be found
Cruises to be taken, bikes to ride, hidden gems all around
Ice creams to be bought, footsteps to be walked
Pubs, Cafes, and Restaurants by the Water sought
There is history to be lived amongst the many Villages
There is romance to be read in Poetry of old
Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey Poets of pure gold
Their stories and Poems, their legacies, forever being told

Dear Poet, pick up your Pen and paint a picture with your words
Tell the world your thoughts, let your voice be heard
Be it Romance or Nature that lets your mind wander free
I am your reader, paint your picture solely for me
I promise to take great care with it, treat it respectfully

Here’s thanks to all Poets new and old
Poets of great treasure with stories yet to be told
Do your best as Wordsworth, Byron and Coleridge, truly did
Be inspired light your candle, and be truly glad you lived

Read Poem: TEMPTRESS, by Taylor Grace

Her eyes
Gravity pulls you in
Don’t resist
She always wins

Sultry presence
Smoldering
Igniting a blaze

The curves of her body
Caressing your mind
Sparks flying
If only, in another time

Her bosom
Amplifying from her chest
Just enough
She caught you peeking
Entertaining your gaze she leans forward
A sexy little tease
If only you could kiss those breast

Intoxicating temptress
No need to cast any spells
She knows what she’s doing and does it so very well
Merely a vision or right out of your fantasies

Her tone, speaks sexuality
“Come hither”, she whispers
Before you even realize
You have followed her command
She possesses an unknown energy
You are completely lost in her trance

Leading you to her chamber
She will take you
She will please you
She will use you
She will steal your last breath
She will leave marks on your body of pleasure and pain
Just as you are coming undone
She will leave you
With nothing but a gaping hole in your chest
And she is gone
As you lay there struggling to find your breath
You will die with her image and still wanting her more

Video Link of Poem: https://thebrokeninsideofme.com/2019/08/03/temptress/

Read Poem: END, by Christine Bolton

Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face immobilized in hardness

In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb

I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection

I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete

Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew

Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell

They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate

I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Read Poem: Overused and Meaningless, by Kathleen Kush

What if you were told
That the word LOVE was overused and meaningless?
That your heart, your mind, your body
Was overused and meaningless?
That unconditional love
Was not real?
And then you realize it is true!
Your partner, your children your dearest friends
Remind you, eventually.
And you can not believe it.
You try so hard to reprogram your thoughts.
You are told it is just a learning experience.
You are tired of this type of education!
Therapy exhausts you.
If you must love,
Believe only in yourself.
And you will still be betrayed!