Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet variant 9 When you bring your light to my universe Like the rose blooming on a winter’s day
Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet Author’s Note: Prompt: Your Valentine’s Day feelings, well, the world knows what I think of that but okay a sonnet to say it – delightfully assisted by Rod Stewart.
Form: Alfred Dorn Sonnet And so begins another writing day A pen in hand beside a coffee cup
Form: Alternating Sonnet The spark that’s seen in glances between eyes Ignites the flames we feed with kissing sighs
Form: Raven's Rovi Sonnet 8 Form creation and experimentation The sober mind intoxicated by A kiss; the soft wetness of lips that meet
Haiku Prompt: Sand
Form: English Sonnet Written 2008 "Nana tell me story now, Nana please" For me you made magic with words and rhyme
Form: Ivorian Sonnet variant 8 It sparkles as sunlight catches the stone Encased in silver, glimmers of love shown
Form: Acrostic Poetry Seeking love in all the wrong places Clasping a shattered heart
Form: Acrostic Sarcasm is my first language because High level intelligence attracts me whilst
Raven's Rovi Sonnet My desire burns when your body is still Your mind absent as if you are not there Your senses await the touch of my will
English Sonnet A lady pen, wrote of love in meter, from on the Grecian isle and ancient time. For womankind, was honey ever sweeter?
Echo Sonnet written 2008 As I lie restless, I hear your soft breath, I see you smile in dreams of love spring. My surrender to watch you, a living death,
Each day I looked to universal light And wished I could hear you whisper my name Then heard only silence throughout the night
My first summer of love on that beach, First handheld, first kiss, to the sounds of 'Grease'. 'Summer Lovin'' high in the chart did reach,
I long to see the sparkle in your eyes Silent and yearning a prowling desire Unsated want hidden in empty sighs And like the hunter stalking the streets
Alone in the shadows of used-to-be Where unchecked thoughts stir up feelings like dust And somewhere in there the remains of me
What would I do just for the love of you? I would swim across deep oceans so I could prove That the heart in me beats honest and true, There is no one thing I would not try move.....
Such love, so deep it now brings only pain As tears fall silently lost in the rain...
A path secluded by a silent roar As if feet had never walked here before...
If there is one thing you could take from me It is my love that will always be yours...
As roses bloom in red And the violets in blue
‘I can’t explain, you wouldn’t understand,’ I've lost my life and all I have is pain
The poetry of love, a scented roseWith verses written where kisses reposeThe sweetest touch the secret words between You and me; each touch a new metaphorTo gently take you where you’ve never beenThe pleasure rushes like an ocean waveAnd still, I write my poems on your skinConcealing the hunger with which I craveTo find desire … Continue reading Ex Amore Poema
I cannot love you with a close embrace Nor with the passion of a tender touch
So close to the end, we had just begun, A future so bright was now under threat
I kiss the dust that lies beneath your feet As I know from your love I can’t retreat
A sonnet composed of fourteen rhyming lines Expressing words of love, or other things
He hit the downbeat, found the blues, Not to mention having no clues. The jazz man could improvise and drag, 'Bad Penny Blues' an infamous rag. Slurring between riffs with such ease, Trumpet proud he stood out from the sleaze. Vamp chords repeated for our delight, dissonance of students in bars each night. Jazz club … Continue reading The Best of Jazz
The leaves made soft, rustling sounds As we walk through autumn’s glow. The equinox beckons in bounds, The harvest in its full flow. Haymaking as we made hay, A summer’s love going strong. A kiss leads to our pathway, To our world where we belong. Lover’s fall is now our tune, Before winter breaks with … Continue reading Autumn’s Glow
I can give you words of spiritual wise, I can tell you this is right, that is not. Faith must come from your own believing eyes, The answer you want is one I haven't got Inside your own heart seek what is true, Have trust in your own self to make your choice. This is … Continue reading A Matter of Choice
A warrior to stand behind The beauty my own eyes defined Her kiss I hold within my mind Her love the reason why I’d let my life slowly unwind To keep her safe, I’ll die For love, there is no asking price Yet demands such high sacrifice Its fate, a mere roll of the dice … Continue reading Lucky in Love
A whisper of lavender calls a dream, In gentle words that dare the heart to care As darker thoughts recall how love can hurt Mechanised walls surround the patched-up heart, Before hungered lips betray the soul With more lavendered words inviting trust, A poet hides behind versed make believe, No sign the pulse is … Continue reading Unspeakable Need
You insist I am straight Sorry that’s not my fate That label can’t define the man It isn’t for debate Opinions inflate And I whisper, ‘no I am Pan’ Love is much more than that At least from where I’m sat Love is beyond female and male But few understand that They see sex in … Continue reading The Beautiful Mind
Dust settles rapidly On empty battlefields In mourning reflection And lovers lingering In velvet temptation Such feelings equated resolutely Love Hate The friction intimates That spirits awaken indifferent ©JG Farmer 2018 Form: Rhopalic Verse
She speaks to me in words upon the page The mystic woman who so often takes My hand and leads my soul in ways of sage She dries my tears through the pains and heartaches Then guides my pen to write all the hurt out And see the truth that my poetry makes Her belief … Continue reading Rhapsodomancy
The chair just sits So empty now And loneliness Is lost in grief The tears I cry For me, not you The emptiness Of letting go I held your hand And begged the pain To set you free To fly among The stars above I did not think I’d feel alone But for that chair … Continue reading The Chair
The Etheree is a 10-lined poetry form with an ascending syllable count of 1 to 10 through lines 1 to 10. Therefore, line 1 has 1 syllable, line 2 has 2, and so on ending with line 10 and 10 syllables. Example: Elemental by Jez Farmer Fire Air, Earth Water sprites combined as one. Life's … Continue reading Etheree
A pale reflection as day turns to night Soon enough the skies will be dark In her waning of fading silver light I feel my qi start to spark Soon enough the skies will be dark A quiet moment before the storm I feel my qi start to spark The air is rich with magic … Continue reading Necromantic Rune
Dark clouds of pain make it so hard to see The colours of what is going to be We dwell and mope in dull and aching grey With eyes closed: not daring to look ahead As if in the sadness we want to stay To leave tomorrow’s beauty far behind As if the future has … Continue reading Colours of Life
Adenosine is looking for a mate But it won’t lead to love on a hot date With the drowsy chill zone getting it on And senses seem dull with thoughts all confused Unable to wake up enough as one The poet unable to write his words Let alone think a line is set out straight … Continue reading The Rush
Emotions drained from veins like crimson blood Then leave the soul to drown in poisoned mud Old feelings of hunger, the sensual want And cravings yearn for the succubae touch Inscribed like ink stains in emptiness’ font As flowing silk concealed the pain of love With sedated thoughts refusing to feel Her twisted blades flailing … Continue reading Succubae Touch
‘Oh, poet dear, where did you find your art?’ But I can’t say I ever looked for it Should I have lost it before I could start To write words in lines that may rhyme a bit This writing in verse is often a curse Sometimes restricting what I want to say To rhyme or … Continue reading Where Is the Art?
Poet’s notes: Venus in Furs is an 1870 novella and part of Love, the first volume of the Legacy of Cain by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. The character Severin von Kusiemski asks to be the slave of a woman he is infatuated with, encouraging her to treat him progressively in more degrading ways. Texte: I am … Continue reading Severin’s Lament
Silence, can you hear it as seasons turn The news reflected in a sapling fern A joy revealed as golden trumpets’ call The winter has taken its final breath To dance in romance at the springtime ball A god and goddess play their tune again New life is born beneath their sacred feet They’ll bring … Continue reading Ivorian Spring
Welcome winds of autumn Take me home to harvest Blessed wings of bounty Cross-county flies carvist So, the sun is setting Searing skies brought afire Sire of gods and gentry In plenty praise inspire © JG Farmer 2018 Form: Rionnaird tri-nard
A chilled breath creeps across the green A feeling words left unexplained It's closing in yet still unseen A chilled breath creeps across the green And the air feels dry and unclean Like the ground its burned and stained A chilled breath creeps across the green A feeling words left unexplained The sky darkens to … Continue reading Cannonades of Summer
As dark clouds gathered embracing the sky Old jazz tunes kissed the streets of New Orleans Each note lingering to reach for the moon Old time airs bringing romance to the scene Returning to the dreams of ages past I heard her say ‘huh?’ as I kissed her hand With raindrops falling hard on to … Continue reading The Spectral Seducer
At a quarter past seven, I must dash For the Appleby’s expect me at eight A flick of oil to my silver moustache For Miss Emma-Jane I mustn’t be late A brisk evening walk buffered by the west And yesterday’s news flies across the street As icy blasts cut through my Sunday best Must hurry … Continue reading The Date
Cruelly torn from love’s tantalizing kiss The rage of passion burns beneath my skin It feeds on pleasure gasping from your lips As my tongue flickers softly on your flesh I watch you writhing possessed by desire How slow the touch comes when it’s all you need A little longer; let me enjoy you Let … Continue reading Riding the Waves