Assignations of the Heart, Love Poetry by Fayton Hollington

For lack of gumption, and all the assumptions, this needs to be kicked into gear.
Until that time, I’ll gaze upon and cherish thee, with all my love through eternity. … As day gives way to night, it’s in my dreams you’ll remain in sight.

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Assignations of the Heart
by Fayton Hollington

Rhythms of the heart beat I adore…. The touch, the sounds, the sights of which some day might be no more.

For lack of gumption, and all the assumptions, this needs to be kicked into gear.
Until that time, I’ll gaze upon and cherish thee, with all my love through eternity. … As day gives way to night, it’s in my dreams you’ll remain in sight.

The pulsation’s, the angst, the confusion, the fear, is a direct correlation to wanting you near…

Rhythms of the heart beat, I adore. … Though our destiny is uncertain, my feelings are clear, understanding my plight keeps the feelings in flight.

If there’s ever a concern, regarding this burning I yearn; do not distress, my compulsion to approach is near.

Walking through the empty street I’m feeling all alone, moon and stars guide me to a place that strikes unknown. I hear my footsteps clearly as they echo in my head, but didn’t see a single soul; I swore the streets were dead. …

I’m wandering lonely, feeling it hard, but I’m too frightened to relax my guard. … You possessed my thoughts, always on my mind, the one in my dreams I never thought I’d find. …

Around the next bend with no warning at all, as soon as I saw you I started to fall. I closed my eyes tight and started to run, until I had to admit my emotions had won.
You walked into my life, and right into my heart, but why didn’t I tell you, and now where do I start. …

With you on my mind; inducing suspension of time, I beg you for a moment to prepare. …

The time has come to be honorable and true with regards to my feelings for you. … The nerves, the fears, the anticipation the tears; are the reasons I need this to be clear. …

Emotionally, I was lost but now I’m found, though the price I’ll pay is high. …

You gave me your heart, and I tore it apart, with my selfishness and greed.

You gave me the chance to right my wrong, I’ve attempted through words, and attempted through song, but this cannot possibly go on. …

Denying your love and compassion, tenderness and satisfaction, undoubtedly, is the cause of this action. …

I’m setting you free from your attachment to me to ascertain my own self-worth. …

I’ll wander alone for the right type of tone to set my soul at ease. …

I’ll gather my feelings, my thoughts and my sorrows, but for now; there can be no tomorrow. …

If only for a moment, if only for a day; I could have loved you the right way.

If only…

Poet – Fayton Hollington
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Journey from Hell to Eden, Love Poetry by Colin Guest

From bombs and war I had left my home in search of a safe and better life

But little did I know that on the way I would meet the woman of my dreams

Part of the 2016 LOVE Poetry Festival.

Journey from Hell to Eden
by Colin Guest
 

From bombs and war I had left my home in search of a safe and better life

But little did I know that on the way I would meet the woman of my dreams

Since all jammed together on a rubber boat and seeing your frightened look

I knew I had to try to keep you safe from harm as we set off across the sea

With your long black windswept hair and eyes flashing like globes of light

It made me forget all about the dangerous crossing we were all then making

No longer did I think of death, but about a chance of our living in paradise

If we could but survive and reach the shore, I knew we would be together

The seas were rough, our journey fraught with danger throughout the night

At times I thought we would not survive the treacherous crossing and drown

But at last we reached the shore, where I held your hand and helped you off

On finding you were all alone with no friends or family to accompany you

I told you not to worry, I would protect and keep you safe from harms way

You nodded and understood I spoke the truth, then took my offered hand

Our journey then was hard to bear with hardship seeming endless everyday

We tramped for many long and weary miles with very little food and water

But no matter which country we passed through, no one wanted us to stay

From sunny days to nights spent huddled together with rain pouring down.

We comforted each other and prayed we would succeed in the end and live

Along with many other immigrants we trudged through fields deep in mud

You became so tired one day, you slipped from my grasp and fell to the ground

As I went to help you stand, the look of despair in your eyes made me feel sad

Once on your feet you cried, shaking in fright with legs aching from the strain

I held you close and told you not to cry, then supporting you, we carried on

After struggling on and coming to a small stream, we stopped to rest and drink

But although cold wet and hungry, we had no other choice but to keep on moving

At times, while passing through villages, a few people handed us food and drink

However, these times were few, with our continually hungry as we journeyed on

After countless long and seeming endless miles, we reached a friendly frontier

As we passed through, I kissed and held you tight, and thought about our future

We were lucky to find friends who managed to find us work and a place to live

Although at first our life was hard, together we did our best to make it a good one

Since then our love has grown ever stronger with smiles replacing looks of terror

Despite it hard to forget how difficult life once was, those days have now all gone

No more do we have to dodge bullets and bombs, for now we’re safe and sound

I bless the time we rode the boat together, for you have made my life complete

Now we are married and it safe to go outside, we feel ourselves living in paradise

Each time we walk along hand in hand, joy is in our hearts with love in our eyes

 

 

 

 

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Part 1: Read the best of NEW Poetry from around the world

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Read the best of NEW POETRY from around the world:

COCKROACHES ARE PRECOCIOUS, by C.P. Hickey
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/03/18/cockroaches-are-precocious-poetry-by-c-p-hickey/

OVERCOME, by Rhoda J.
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/03/18/overcome-poetry-by-rhoda-j/

CHRISTMAS MOON, by Vinayak Pandey
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/03/18/christmas-moon-poetry-by-vinayak-pandey/

THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY, by Yosi Oluwatayo
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/03/18/this-is-not-a-love-story-poetry-by-yosi-oluwatayo/

CHILLY START, by Kate Alsbury
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2016/03/18/chilly-start-poetry-by-kate-alsbury/

WHIMSICAL PIMP, by Maria Lopez
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/whimsical-pimp-poetry-by-maria-lopez/

GOD’S PURSUIT, BW 4 Christ
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/gods-pursuit-poetry-by-bw-4-christ/

I AM ME, by Upender Reddy
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/i-am-me-poetry-by-upender-reddy/

MAN OF THE MARCHES, by Kim M. Russell
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/man-of-the-marshes-poetry-by-kim-m-russell/

WHAT MY PARENTS GAVE ME, by Ada Castle
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/19/what-my-parents-gave-me-poetry-by-ada-castle/

WHAT OF THE UNKNOWN PATH, by Maria Parent
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/what-of-the-unknown-path-poetry-by-maria-parent/

LIFE: A WRITERS PURGATORY, by Lauren Kruczyk
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/life-a-writers-purgatory-poetry-by-lauren-kruczyk/

LETTER FROM A SYRIAN CHILD TO HIS MOTHER, by Valentina Meloni
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/22/letter-from-a-syrian-child-to-his-mother-poetry-by-valentina-meloni/

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THE NOVICE AND THE GODDESS, by Erik Thomas
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/23/the-novice-and-the-goddess-poetry-by-erik-thomas/

UNCLE THIS IS WAR PAINT, by Kimberly Cruz Alvarado
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/23/uncle-this-is-war-paint-poetry-by-kimberly-cruz-alvarado/

UNWANTED ANGER, by Holiday Chua
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/23/unwanted-anger-poetry-by-holiday-chua/

DIGNIFIED PERSON DISABLED PERSON, by Donna de Guglielmo
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/23/dignified-person-disabled-person-poetry-by-donna-de-guglielmo/

MISSING PIECES, by Barbara Hunt
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/23/missing-pieces-poetry-by-barbara-hunt/

ELEREE, by Bill Bobber
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/24/eleree-poetry-by-bill-bobber/

IT STARTS WITH HER AWKWARD HAIRLINE, by Patri Wright
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/24/it-starts-with-her-awkward-hairline-poetry-by-patri-wright/

PORPHYRIAS LOVER, by Arnab Dey
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/24/porphyrias-lover-poetry-by-arnab-dey/

GENIUS IN ME, by Thato Pricey Ratlotlong
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/genius-in-me-poetry-by-thato-pricey-ratlotlong/

FACTORY OF DREAMS, by Katarina Jovcevska
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/factory-of-dreams-poetry-by-katarina-jovcevska/

DUST PILES, by Monique Haden
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/dust-piles-poetry-by-monique-haden/

THE SCENT AND SOUND OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL, by Gordana Frgacic
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/the-scent-and-sound-of-your-beautiful-soul-poetry-by-gordana-frgacic/

39 WORDS, by Josslyn Rae Turner
https://festivalforpoetry.com/2016/03/25/39-words-poetry-by-josslyn-rae-turner/

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MY LOVE JONES, Poetry by Poet U.B.

I fell for a boy from Queens

His voice took over my heart

His face occupied my dreams

But me on the west, so far apart

To tell him how much he means

Writing my feelings down I’ll start

Genre: Love

My Love Jones

I fell for a boy from Queens

His voice took over my heart

His face occupied my dreams

But me on the west, so far apart

To tell him how much he means

Writing my feelings down I’ll start

Although he’ll never read it

He’ll never truly know

He’ll never understand how it

Will help me grow

To listen to his lyrics, sit

Contemplate and feel his flow

I nicknamed him My Love Jones

But as I grew life came along

And situations left me all alone

Then this Hood Jones came with a song

I thought how could he have known

I didn’t know then but choosing Hood Jones was so wrong

8 years of my life invested in the wrong man

Thought Our love was enough

For him I always took a stand

I stood down, stood tall when it got rough

A lifetime together was the plan

But I’ll say, My love wasn’t enough

I was the realest he’d ever find

Love unconditionally AND cook and clean

Get my own money, I grind

Yet he didn’t see me as a Queen

From the position I resigned

Now with tears in his eyes he begs to reconvene

If I could go back in time, rewind

If I knew then what I now see

That path of destruction I’d leave behind

But I couldn’t because my seeds wouldn’t be

If only love wasn’t so blind…

Starting all over from scratch, mother of three

Strong woman I’ve become

Back to me and fighting to believe

In love again without being dumb

Next time I don’t wanna have to leave

So I’ll stay real, stay fly and not look for my future him

Stay motivated so greatness I’ll achieve

Just when I thought life might be too hard

My Love Jones said, “She blew a good thing”

I knew that all too well, I too, was scarred

But I didn’t want the money, the house, or the ring

Next time for love I’ll hold a higher regard

Because our lives and hearts we’ll BOTH be dedicating

I appreciate time and destiny

Although My Love Jones may never find his way to me

The married life, fam and kids, I foresee

I left behind all of my debris

And God already gave his Son to me, Guaranteed

Focus on The Good Life, foundation of an oak tree.

Written by:  Poet U.B.

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Valentine’s Day Poem, Poetry by Elizabeth Miller

I used to make valentines for everyone I knew,

clumsily cutting construction paper hearts

I don’t remember exactly when I stopped making them.

Genres: love, nostalgia, relationships, romantic

 

“Valentine’s Day Poem”

by Elizabeth Miller

 

Pale pinks and lavenders

Glitter pens and stumpy Crayola markers

 

I used to make valentines for everyone I knew,

clumsily cutting construction paper hearts

I don’t remember exactly when I stopped making them.

 

You get a clumsily-cut poem instead,

a side effect of growing up

 

I could never cut you a heart from paper

and fill it with gaudy glitter glue

or scallop the edges with specialty scissors

 

I could never because

I can’t bear the thought of anything resembling scissors

nearing anything resembling your heart

 

I could never

 

So I cut you poems instead,

embellished with words instead of sparkles

 

I could write them with Crayola markers

if you’d like

 

 

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BEST MUSE, Poetry by Lilian C Misoy

So many notes written,
About a muse unforgotten ,
Both beautiful and dark,
Most so deep, enough to leave a mark,

Genre: Love

Best Muse

So many notes written,
About a muse unforgotten ,
Both beautiful and dark,
Most so deep, enough to leave a mark,

Yet,
He still writes about her,
His angel ,so close yet so far,
He might at times change his flow,
Finding another beau to adore,

But still she remains,
His favourite tale even in chains,
For she may be locked away,
In his vault all year every day,

But,
In his mind alive she will remain,
A love he might have loved in vain,
And always she’s his main,
Breathing , living ,keeping him sane.

By Lilian C Misoy
254 (Kenya)

 

 

 

 

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MASOCHISTS, by Poetry by Kyle Jones

Your masters,
sick;
masochists.
Savages wrapped
in lavish masks,

Genre: Dark, Rhythmic, Deep

Masochists
by Kyle Jones

Your masters,
sick;
masochists.
Savages wrapped
in lavish masks,
the past unraveled it.
We’ve traveled
backwards,
cataract contact,
laughs with
con-act actors.
Intact cause our dad’s
dads were bastards.
We backtracked paths
and sat on past answers.
Planned for the damned
and we laughed at disaster.

 

 

 

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My First Love Letter, Poetry by Madathil Rajendran Nair

I don’t know, I can’t tell

But there was she

My classmate

With jasmine teeth

A dance perched on her feet

Bothering my budding masculinity

Genre: Love

My First Love Letter
by Madathil Rajendran Nair

 

It was when I was just in class three

Hovering around the tenth year of age

Something bothered me in the hours wee

A sweetness, an aroma, sweat

Or was it the morning dew on grass

That kept me awake

Rolling on my smelly bed

With a sweetness that blazed my glands

 

I don’t know, I can’t tell

But there was she

My classmate

With jasmine teeth

A dance perched on her feet

Bothering my budding masculinity

 

I knew I wanted her

I couldn’t make out what for

In a frenzy that engulfed me

Like a forest fire then I wrote

On the inside of a discarded cigarette pack

Slit open like a bleeding heart

What I felt, the first love letter

In words that moved like ants

All over me and my heart

 

I handed it to her brother

Two years younger

In secret, behind the school toilet yonder

Hoping it would reach and vanquish her

 

But, there was the maths teacher

Fondling his scorpion tail moustache

Watching the goings-on

Who intercepted the missive

From the hands of the shivering brother

 

I thought I was in for hell

Punishment, beatings, no one can tell

But nothing happened to my surprise

Till at last I noticed

The school headmistress at my fence

In a rare bosom chat with my mom, her friend

 

I was playing behind my house

Rolling stones in the setting sun

Like a forlorn Ulysses adorned in sweat

Yet I knew I was their subject

 

Days passed and Diwali came

The Indian festival of lights

It was time for the early morning bath

Under the glistening stars

My mom poured warm water over me from a tub

And I misbehaved in a gleeful jump

She cautioned and slapped me on my thigh

With a fire unknown in her eyes

“Idiot, have you begun

Writing love letters at this age? ”

 

That was the first and last time

She ever beat me

A lovely mother was she

And, often I wonder what happened

To that passionate missive of mine

 

Perhaps, it was blown over by the winds

Over fences and thorns and profusely bled

And withered in the sun and rain

Decayed down the channels of time

 

And I met her of late one of these days

At a temple festival when I braved

To tell her about my missive missed

That perhaps could have changed our fate

 

She laughed out in a guffaw

An aging grandma of three

And I could see at sixty-eight

Her jasmines were still intact

What more could a lover want

When he has only a toothless smile

In exchange, Oh, why do we age?

 

 

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