SLEIGH, Poetry by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Genre: Relationship

 

SLEIGH by Brian Anthony Hardie

Something not absent about to be spoken…

On the spotlight day, back from the child’s Eye camera eye.

Now stop does what was While you left.

Within a mile I felt the Memories following behind.

Meaningless this is And should be, for the feeling too real to pass on By life.

To sob I need to rid myself of Such tremor.

Yet no possible route the way I came in would relieve pain here and now.

Much worth To grasp for my burning of our flag waving Passion.

These words pull the tears with no such Mercy.

My (I want) panic (to kiss) alleviates (you and)

What love (say I’m) I should have put forth (sorry).

Maybe from the film I project the Audience tear.

Eyes so innocent my mind would Arrest the one invoking.

Flailing around my Panic dance.

Still on the street while nausea

Entertained. To cry would forge the rage

I harmed so badly with.

So to sit with past in

The flame my only way to mend hearts alike…

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Whatever next?, Poetry by Alex Cottle

A seed

May find it’s way

among the soil.

Let it stay, let it grow…

or land they will, the flock of crows.

Genres: Dystopia, relationship, free will and love.

Whatever next? by Alex Cottle

A seed

 

May find it’s way

 

among the soil.

 

Let it stay, let it grow…

 

or land they will, the flock of crows.

 

Either way, it may die.

 

Maybe a butterfly’s wing beat will cause it’s ruin.

 

Perhaps it endures. Whatever next?

 

Shall we stand here, questioning, perplexed?

 

It will grow, taking up precious space.

 

Space that could more than easily be replaced.

 

It is time to decide, is it in our favour?

 

Will it flower? Shall we save her?

 

Or will we uproot it? Call me a traitor.

 

Nature! Nature! Hear my call,

 

please do not stall.

 

Do not make this feeling linger.

 

For is that not why you gave us minds?

 

What use is the mind, when we have conscience?

 

The smart decisions are almost always nonsense.

 

We feel bad, sad, clad in blackmail,

 

irons, chains.

 

But the tick is this my friend, my companion.

 

Whatever we determine is already determined.

 

The purpose,

 

of this seed, rooted inside,

 

grants you permission to think you decide.

 

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ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, Poetry by Coni Koepfinger

On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again

Genre: Relationship, Love, Romance

ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
by Coni Koepfinger

On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
On Tuesday there was no more time
To say anything more
To plan anything
To get a bed or to pack
Dreams, new dreams gone.
Just gone.
We were so hopeful.
At last, after seven years, free.
If only we could see
The time vanishing
Right before our eyes
If only we could hear
It all winding down
In the human heart
Those slow burning embers
Of human desperation
Sizzling out to ash
Why is it always too late
To late to take out the trash
And to let the other love you
It’s always a matter of time
Isn’t it?
A matter of time.
Yet what is time?
And why am I still surprised
By my ignorance
By my arrogance
Why do we always want more time
Perhaps it’s ego
To want to know
To want to go back in time
To make the words all rhyme
To let our last words be loving ones
And to make more, just a little more time.

Coni Koepfinger
Copyright 2016

 

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Never to old for Love (2015 Poem), Poetry by Colin Guest

The year 2015 has been one of great joy and happiness.
With deep and everlasting love overcoming all in its way.
Although there were times of stress from health problems.
All turned out well, with nothing at all serious prevailing.

Never to old for Love (2015 Poem)
by Colin Guest

The year 2015 has been one of great joy and happiness.
With deep and everlasting love overcoming all in its way.
Although there were times of stress from health problems.
All turned out well, with nothing at all serious prevailing.
I thank the stars above for my meeting my wife Gulden.
Who since we met, has been a tower of strength to me.
Giving me the will to overcome any problems I had.
Each time we go out for a walk we always hold hands.
With my smiling in the knowledge that I’m a lucky man.
People sometime stare on seeing us sitting on a bench.
Cuddled up close together and looking so deep in love.
This can be seen by all, as surely as night follows day.
Some no doubt are shocked to see us sometimes kiss.
But we feel no shame about this, our love is no secret.
Many more would for sure, wish they too were like us.
Out and about and enjoying the later years of their life.
Even though we are both now in our early seventies
No matter what the weather, we always enjoy ourselves.
So for us, the year 2015 has been yet another happy year.
With our just hoping to see in many more years together.

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Best of RELATIONSHIP POEMS from around the world

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I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, by Zari Riley
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/i-hate-that-i-love-you-so-much-poetry-by-zari-riley/

FOR YOU, by Arthurine Rice
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/29/for-you-poetry-by-arthurine-rice/

DARK RAIN, by Ava Leigh Stewart
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/28/dark-rain-poetry-by-ava-leigh-stewart/

EPHEMERAL HAPPINESS, by Asdfghjkl Qwertyuiop
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/ephemeral-happiness-poetry-by-asdfghjkl-qwertyuiop/

THE WAR BETWEEN TOPS BOTTOMS, by Jessica Holter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/26/the-war-between-tops-bottoms-poetry-by-jessica-holter/

DEDICATED TO MY TEACHERS, by Vishal Verma
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/dedicated-to-my-teachers-poetry-by-vishal-verma/

MY MOMMY, by 13 Year Old Daughter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/my-mommy-poetry-by-13-year-old-daughter/

I WISH ONE DAY, by Saiz
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/24/i-wish-one-day-poetry-by-saiz/

A POEM FOR MOTHERS, by Caleb Owusu
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/23/a-poem-for-mothers-poetry-by-caleb-owusu/

I MAY NOT BE EVERYONE’S CUP OF TEA BUT I AM SOMEONE’S DOUBLE VODKA, by Gun Roswell
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/21/i-may-not-be-everyones-cup-of-tea-but-i-am-someones-double-vodka-poetry-by-gun-roswell/

HATE ME LIKE YOU LOVED ME, by Mariah E. Wilson
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/hate-me-like-you-loved-me-poetry-by-mariah-e-wilson/

LOOK AT ME, by Alexis Davis
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/look-at-me-poetry-by-alexis-davis/

THE PLACES YOU LISTEN, by Janet Weil
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/the-places-you-listen-for-poetry-by-janet-weil/

I BELIEVED IN A GOD I WOULD BE PRAYING, by Megan Holman
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/16/if-i-believed-in-a-god-i-would-be-praying-poetry-by-megan-holman/

THIS CALM, by Keith Lotter
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/this-calm-poetry-by-keith-lotter/

DRIP DRIP DRIP, by CJ Flowers
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/drip-drip-drip-poetry-by-cj-flowers/

YOU SOUND SO DISTANT, by Kela Maswabi
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/15/you-sound-so-distant-poetry-by-kela-maswabi/

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