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Once upon a time some poets would gather
And write poems of their choice
It was beautiful and lovely
It allowed each poet to have a voice
Comments made on those poems
Were lovely to read and digest
The comments inspired the poets
And gave them a feeling of being blessed
To all those poets I wish to say
It was great to have your work read
May your lives be blessed evermore
Thank you for what we have shared
And now, all you dearest poets
You can look back at those days
They were all so wonderful and happy
Oh yes, those were the days
La-la-la-da-da-da
La-la-la-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da
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Posted: Jan 2023
About this poem:
I posted my first piece here on CS Poetry Corner in June 2013. There was a great camaraderie among the poets then and the subsequent years. It was a wonderful feeling that inspired other poets and myself in our writing.
I have written this piece in honour of those days.
It was inspired and motivated by the song:
“Those Were The Days” by Mary Hopkins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3KEhWTnWvE
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LONELYNESS
Longing fills the hours of my night, Lavender dreams in twilight's sight,
On a canvas of Daisies painted in the moonlight.
Nights like these whisper a silent plight,
Eternal echoes of Orchids taking flight.
Yearning for a touch, a voice so sweet, like an Azalea's repeat,
Each moment, like an Iris, feels incomplete.
Shadows, like Nightshades, claim defeat,
Sorrows have found a quiet retreat.
Over the hills, beneath the indigo sky, Lilies lie,
Night paints a picture, an intense outcry.
Laying bare the heart, the whispers of goodbye,
Yearns for the dawn, a relief to comply.
Nightfall cloaks the world in a tranquil haze,
Each star a beacon, like a Sunflower's gaze.
Solitude, like a Tulip, speaks in mysterious ways,
Seducing the heart in its intricate maze.
Sighs of loneliness, the silent bell, a Rose can tell,
On memories of love, my thoughts dwell.
Never again to be under the spell,
Love’s fleeting dance, like a Daffodil, I remember it well.
Yearning whispers in the night, no one to appease,
Eclipsed by the silence, brought to its knees.
Solitary heart, like a Lotus, longing for release,
Strumming the chords of a melancholic piece.
Over the horizon, the morning sun will rise, like Marigolds surprise,
New day, new hope beneath the azure skies.
Love, they say, never truly dies,
Yearning, like a Violet, in the heart forever lies.
Echoes of the past in the corridor of time, just like a Primrose's rhyme,
Softly murmur a forgotten love rhyme.
Seducing the senses, an ageless mime,
Solitude's song, beautifully sublime, like the call of a Jasmine's chime.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
The poem captures the profound sense of longing and solitude experienced by an individual. With each verse initiated by a letter from the word "lonelyness", it outlines the emotions evoked by solitude in a romantic, melancholic, and alluring tone.
Each verse also mentions a different flower, which adds a layer of metaphor and symbolism to the expressed emotions. The poem moves through the phases of night into dawn, mirroring the progression of the speaker's feelings - from deep yearning and a sense of loss, to a new hope and acceptance of solitude.
In essence, it's a journey of an individual embracing their solitude, experiencing a range of emotions from longing and melancholy, to seduction and romance. Despite the loneliness, there is a beauty in the experience, much like the beauty of the flowers that accompany each verse. It's a celebration of resilience, the human spirit, and the ability to find beauty even in solitude.
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A dream, always just a dream.
A gentle yes strong arm just wrapping around you as you stand wondering.
A shoulder that you can lean into knowing that no matter what it will still be there.
A set of eyes that look into you, know you and yet yearn to discover more of you.
Lips that you can't stop kissing, that curl up in a knowing smile, when he sees that you remember how they feel.
A chest and lap that is home.
I know Him he is out there but in this life I might have to just settle for my dreams.
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Posted: Jun 2023
About this poem:
I feel him, just think that I am meant to just remember him for my next life.
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My Three-year-old Niece's child, blind from birth,
Her Grandpa, my brother.
Walking the garden, her tiny hand in his, showing her colours,
Tiny hands feeling the Green grass,
Little fingers grasping a Brown stone, warm from the sun.
Small bare feet kicking the Blue water gleefully.
Little nose smelling a Pink rose.
Can you see colours?
Sometimes we are too busy to stop and see beauty even when we can.
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
A poem I just read about colours reminded me of this time, was so special to see.
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