(Group I)
On an Angel's Wing
The Bottle
Dusty Little Diamond
Step In
The Cup
While He Sleeps
Mesmerized
Love in the Air
Elizabeth's Song for Blake
Purple-Filled Vessel
On an Angel's Wing
Dedicated to my loving and most colorful friend, Lynn.
Were you sent to me
on tips of an angel's wing
to open my heart,
to make me sing
with checkbox truths
and make me cry
in colorful font,
(No reason to lie.)
so it would stare back
and cut me deep,
bleeding my wounds
at last, to sleep
in forever sleep,
though still they're there,
softened by an angel
who'd no reason to care.
Checkbox truths --
a secret you hold
to lay on a heart
when it's bitter and cold.
I love you for that
and for who you are.
Check yes or no --
did you come from afar
to rescue my soul
before it could drown
in deep self destruction
and never be found.
The following poem was written for the "Green Eyes" romance contest.
What hides behind
emerald pools
searched out only
by mere fools
distance
fear
but I'm learning
yearning
to be honest
to open up
to reach out hands
take the cup
of life's
spheres
The following poem was written for a "Love in the Air" romance poetry contest in which the extra challenge was to write from the persona of the opposite sex.
The following poem was written for a romance writers' contest entitled "champagne." I didn't particularly care for the subject, but... well, you be the judge. I wrote it pertaining to a short story about a woman named Elizabeth and the object of her affection, Blake, which won the short stories contest. Chapters of that story were written and entered one at a time for months. This one turned out to be another winner for the romance poetry contests.
Lust is but a passion;
It soon shall pass away;
A bogus wandering dream
Quickly gone astray.
But new love, when it’s true,
Cuts you straight to the heart.
From cares of this world, it is
Ever set apart.
It’s flower never fades.
Though, one day when you’re old,
Your eyes will captivate me,
If the truth be told.
I’m caught up in a web,
I pray not of deceit,
Waiting in anxious wonder,
Time, for to defeat.
But time, it is my friend;
It will take that to know
If you share in my vision,
Soon and loving beau,
Where I gently hold you,
Softly stroking your face,
Resting against my bosom,
In lovers' embrace.
I hunger for your lips;
Are they sweet as champagne?
And will they leave me listless
Like a gentle rain?
But more than all of this,
I want to be your wife,
Who will always honor you
All your loving life.
Lust and love do differ;
Lust is written in sand.
Love is written on the heart
With an unseen hand.
Lust will surely wither
Just when touched by the wind.
But love stands the test of time,
Bold and without end;
Treava,I love your writings so much.How can I contact you?
Please send me a review to one of my poems.My email address is given in my profile.I'll love to hear from you.Jesus loves You! Love,Miriam.
Treava, thank you for keeping us updated. My email was getting swamped with your new postings. I think it wonderful that you are gathering them together to get publish. I pray for your success in this endeavor. God willing maybe I will reach that point too. May God bless you more this year than He did last. Happy New Year. In Christ, Christian
