A Poet's Euphoria	Form: Verse + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Patricia Adams Read Poems by Patricia Adams

Visual images hold their collective breath
Upon blank pages of today
Where flashes of insight
Become a poet’s euphoria




Copyright Jan. 2009
All Rights Reserved

The Soup needs more salt... a BIG ONE for POETRYSOUP	Form: Verse + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Adeleke Adeite Read Poems by Adeleke Adeite

As a plain and passionate pen, I ponder
How would some wealthy words just wander
Out of this world of wisdom and wonder?
And we don’t care to search for them in yonder

Let’s lend our love to those who are lost
We don’t need much, we need to be just
All we need is to bear the courtesy cost 
Of knowing and asking after the lost

It’s a pity!  Poetrysoup is a colorful city,
I guess we have the hottest hospitality,
Yet I don’t know if we have the tenacity
To cater for those who zoom out of this city

I wonder why some hot meats halt
And we don’t care to ask… what
Could have happened? We’re all at fault;
This pot of soup needs more sincere salt.

Lingering Psalm	Form: Free verse (vers libre) + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Carole Cookie Arnold Read Poems by Carole Cookie Arnold

Lingering 
Psalm


The fragrance of creation
 lingers upon her delicate words.
He felt her grasp his hand
 gently drawing him in
Joy surges through his soul
Her aura is a savory meadow
 His soul lies bare, basking 
in her flowing grace.

Whispers fall as droplets
Upon his ears from the page
He felt her moist lips kiss his face
when scents of jasmine filled the air
Her strokes are fluid as his eyes roam
Across the parchment of her words

My Lady, He wrote, 
I will come for you
Because your Fragrance
lingers upon my Soul

Carole Cookie Arnold
2010

Blame It On The Spill	Form: Rhyme + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Jessica Arteaga Read Poems by Jessica Arteaga

Oh mommy, mommy!
I have fallen and my head feels ill.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
I dropped my milk, now I can't feel chilled.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
The bottle top popped and spewed my pills.
O darling baby, blame it on the spill.

Oh mommy, mommy!
The beach is black and the fish have no will!
O darling baby, blame it on the spill...

In your face	Form: Free verse (vers libre) + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Edwin Baldwin Read Poems by Edwin Baldwin

Plastic islands floating in the sea
all discarded scraps from you and me

Climb high…
Climb high upon your soap box
and let us hear you roar

Shoot straight your arrow 
through the hearts of those you blame
for messing up the shore


A tragedy has raised its ugly head
on that much we would agree


Climb high up…
climb high up into your SUV

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marine_debris
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_Atlantic_Garbage_Patch

on the gulf oil spill

The Greed of Man	Form: Rhyme + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Larry Belt Read Poems by Larry Belt

A spike was driven deep in the earth
In a quest to find man's greed
Prodded and pricked the earth relents
As it slowly begins to bleed

The vein they found would suddenly burst
As it spewed its liquid gold
They tried to apply a tourniquet in vain
Only to make it explode

Its poison blood would cover the sea
And reach to the distant lands
But now it becomes a liquid death
Caused by man's own hands

The fish and birds would suffocate
From this sludge that covered the earth
The greed of man had come with a price
And death would count its worth

The tears of men could not wash away
The oil that the earth had cried
The greed of man now claims its victims
As the plants and the animals died

Sea-sickness	Form: Lyric + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Earle Brown Read Poems by Earle Brown

It must be sea-sickness.
Her stomach is stir up; 
it growls louder, and louder.
She coughs up high surges and spits on humanity.
Yes, the great one is sad; 
 bluer she gets, 
as the days go by. 

Civilization sucks …. 
oil from straws passing through the belly of the deep; 
crude is the conscience of this beast.
Darkness seeps on the ocean floor, 
suffocating the coral reefs.
Ears were numb to the billows roar
 until the black blob washed ashore.

Wise guys device white lies
Of how much poison she is forced to drink. 
Refinement reeks loudly, 
so stink, 
as foul as a politician,
 and the great one whisper hushed the land: 
“Down with social progress.”

Counting On You	Form: Free verse (vers libre) + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: derrick burton Read Poems by derrick burton

When ever the time comes
I guess it should mean a 
certain freedom; the kind we 
get from writing a poem, the
kind that flows from the instrument
instrumental peace, whatever it may be
It could be the winds that stirs the sea
maybe the sun that shines on you and me.

We hope to see each other there
blowing along the lines of the marble
with eyes like the owl, seeing in the dark
To release some kind of light.

I'm talking about poetry
and all it's unique forms
and how it balanced some piece
of mind, brought the morning
and all its warmth, before a rugged door.

Copyright 2010 by derrick burton
www.twitter.com/derrickpoetry



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A Planet In Despair	Form: Rhyme + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Camille Rose Castillo Read Poems by Camille Rose Castillo

 
As this planet's caretakers
Just what have we done
To our dear mother earth
For our luxuries and fun

Torturing and killing
This celestial body
Surrounded by stars
Writhing and rotting


Poisons poured down
Atmosphere's throat
With toxic chemicals
The planet we soak

The rapid destruction
Of the ozone layer
At the unmerciful hands
Of nature's true slayer 


The one's who steal
And live to destroy
The forests and trees
And nature's true joys

Killing the wildlife
Everywhere on the map
We call them mere beasts
Yet the savage is man.

We take down their homes
Without a second thought
We butcher and slaughter
Vile planet we've wrought

Countless trees unearthed
Creatures by millions killed
Have brought us even closer
To a planet that is filled

With thirst and misery
For the ones left behind
Yet we believe ourselves
Civilized, ever so kind

But our actions do show
The true superior to be
The animals around us
The only ones that see

That life on this earth
Is not just our own
For the taking and raping
We have done all alone

We have only created
A planet in despair
An earth crying out
Do we even care?

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil
Spilled by the greed
Of those who toil

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold
To life in these waters
Our hearts ever cold.


With undeniable proof
The wildlife is drenched
With our selfishness, greed
With our thirst unquenched.

Now left entirely soaked
Dripping with damage done
They are the ones left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck

As the number of animals
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct
With them diminish our lands



Each and every single day
They struggle to survive
Even the most illiterate
Can read it in their eyes

Their cries of pure agony
While we take, never give
Their cries left unanswered
They become dust in the wind



The souls of other nations
We continue to kill and deny
As if they have no rightful place
In this web we all call life

They are the true victims
Under man's brutal dominion
Who along with us, pay the price
The eventual planet's oblivion

For what man does gain
With all his luxuries
Is mother earth destroyed
The defenseless suffering.

Yes, I am a tad disturbed
By man as he still covets
But pay no mind for all I am
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet.


~Camille Rose Castillo 2010

SILENCE OF SORROW	Form: Narrative + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: bert cisneros Read Poems by bert cisneros

THE SILENCE OF SORROW 

You left last night with your violin
Your eyes were red and teary 
You looked back once at me and
Just as quickly
Closed the door.

I had no chance to speak,
But then, hadn’t we said it all
Our fall came not from lack of love
But rather from too much.

I’ll miss your violin playing
Flailing at the demons not seen
Straining the strings with despair
As when our daughter died

As you walked out the door
We didn’t speak
It wasn’t necessary for
Contrary to our forced feelings
We carried on with
Painful hurts in
Our hearts.

You left with your violin and
Didn’t speak
I stayed and
Couldn’t either.

Sounds of Summer	Form: Rhyme + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Tirzah Conway Read Poems by Tirzah Conway

Summer has so many sounds,
And all of them unique;
From the leaves rustling in the trees,
To the slow babble of the creek;

And all of the birds have their own voice,
To lend to it’s harmony;
The grass blowing in the wind,
And the buzzing of the bees;

The soft chirping of new hatched chicks,
And the bark of a happy dog;
The horses snorting in the fields,
The croak of an old bullfrog;

The soft pulling of the grass,
As a cow takes a big bite;
The clashing of a pair of bulls,
Wrestling in mock fight;

The different sounds of summer,
Makes a beautiful melody;
 Everything from the gulls on the beach,
To the crash of the waves in the sea;

To some people it may sound like noise,
But to me it is a never ending song;
An amazing melodic tune,
That plays constantly all day long.

An Acrostic "Slap of the Glove".......	Form: Free verse (vers libre) + Fav Poet | + Fav Poem | Comment Email Poem | Printable Poem
Written by: Jim David Read Poems by Jim David

Goodness knows the greed involved
Unwilling to admit, unable to proceed
Life on this fragile rock totters
For we have never fouled the nest like this
 
Oceanic trauma, on a voyage, east then north
Ice, blue-clean, beauty, dead before the march of black gold
Listing heavily to one side, we're taking on what used to be only water

Smug arrogance put us here
Plans within plans have failed
Ill-gotten were the riches, ill-tended were the fields
Laddie, grab a pail and bail for all you're WORTH!
Let's just all hope they're not setting the price on that too!!!!