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Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 

©  2011  ~JSLaM    


* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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Paint With Fire

Pen in hand, against the paper,
An artist must be left to bleed,
Inner thoughts become written words.
No better way has been found
To empty out a soul.

With growing eagerness,
I add fuel to the fire
To induce passion's flame,
Hoping the blaze never dies.

Forever and a day, and longer,
Inside my heart the fire burns.
Revealing to another soul
Every spark of my inspiration.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler

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Repugnant Shrapnel

The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander. 
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R.

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Magnum Opus

Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den; 
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.

Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending, 
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito

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A Really Talented Individual who Strokes his Thoughts on canvas ------------------------to Mr. L A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATON------------------------------

Copyright © darleen bilyeu

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People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.

Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee

thank u for looking at this poem.
hope u enjoyed- WÖLF

Copyright © Jacob WÖLF

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Poetry Poem Poets for kristin reynolds and dion bess

Pain in the prophecy of wings through sultry sky
Orchestrating vision, love, destiny
Emancipating the tongue to tattle tales taloned with grief
Triumphing in truth to tumult another joy
Reel all poets in, glistening on a silver sliver of string
Yearning to for a final travail, immortality on wing.

Please God, tonight, dry her tears
Oyster her heart in your love
Eternal comforter of cares
Mystic center of the universe, a dove

Perpetual are music mustering our minds to sing
Overtones from the litany of emotions
Easeless wonder, sacrifice, oblation, offering
Tremulous thunder eastering devotions
Sweetly from the ragged anthems of our gift.

Copyright © L'nass Shango

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Blood out of my seed
Light of my bloodline
Energy of my race
Extraction of my bone drill
Dries six feet in my tomb

Copyright © Amin Tres

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Imbroglio in life are long lived and plenty
Getting out of them.appears tough and tricky
No matter how best we try to perform
Ornate life patterns go patchy,needing reform!
Rising above such quandary, over-coming our  
Attitude be fine tuned with positive ambitions
Neatly equipped with best suited tools
Crusade be started with well-set goals!
Erasing the vices with right and decisive approach,

Designing a life our way sans encroach
Igniting the spark of knowledge and wisdom
Settle all entanglements and walk towards 
Patience,courage and compassion be made our 
                                                              all-time friends
Enhancing our virtue to ward off the darkness!
Lethargy expelled and actions set towards
Love and duty be delivered with endurance
Emerging victorious over ills and emanating 
Dream come true life will all be ours!

Copyright © Anulaxmi Nayak

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Spring is the best time to play.
Outstanding performances don't go unnoticed.
Cards are used for warnings or send-offs.
Creativity is a key role.
Everyone participates on or off the field.
Referees are important.

Copyright © Samuel Hernandez

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Y earning for spiritual insight and tranquility
O verall control of body, mind and soul
G athering my thoughts to a central point
A lignment my ultimate goal


Contest: Yoga
10th Place

Copyright © Wilma Neels

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If you don't eat, you're anorexic if you do eat, you're a fat ass.
If you don't wear makeup, you're ugly. If you wear makeup, you're a fake.
If you're loud, you're annoying; if you're quiet, you're weird.
If you're good in school, you're smart; if you say something wrong, you're stupid.
If you take pictures, you're an attention-whore; if you don't stalk your friends you're not cool.
If you wear sweats, you're underdressed; if you wear a dress, you're overdressed.
If you don't have boobs, no guys like you; if you have boobs, they're fake.
If you don't have a boyfriend, you're a loser; if you have one, he's cheating on you.
You tell us to be who we are but then you go and judge us about it. So now, do you see how hard it is for us to just be ourselves?

Copyright © craig schaber

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Full of surprises yet bearing no secrets. Never predictable or boring not a worry or care to burden him.Breath taking and dependable. Like the ocean's he's strong yet gentle. Stormy yet peaceful sometimes wild and free and invigorating. Romantically playing his melodic tunes like a breath of fresh air. Wisely and patiently awaiting the perfect moment to ease his way into the hearts of his intended. Ever changing and timeless but forever insync with the ways of the world.

Copyright © craig schaber

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Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show.

Copyright © craig schaber

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Easter EGG, Abecedarian: with egg shape-

                       April Aroma...
                     Beckons Beauty.
                   Come Children!!!....
                 Daisies Daffodil.........
                Fun Filled Freedom.......
                  Giddy Giggly Games...
                    How ya' Hangin'???
                       Just Jolly Joey!

              HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO

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The bluest skies

The bluest skies, don't seem so blue. And the stars seem a little dimmer too. Now that your around , you put 'em all to shame. Let me break it down 'cause what I'm tryin to say is, no one gets me, like you when you kiss me. Girl, you rock me harder than some downtown band. I thought I knew what love was, but I didn't have a clue. I've never found anything that makes me feel like I do about you. You know i love u with all my heart and we got the realest relationship ever and im happy ! And i see that some girl is goin to call out my name all because you wont talk to her because of me lmao she can fall back for real ! haha but i guess we gotta get to sleep and i get to be so lucky to wake up in the mornin laying right next to you love you baby and I always will.

Copyright © craig schaber

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Palettes mixed in shadow and night Absorbing brushstrokes of heart’s angst; Into the quiet comes starlight Nectar from oil drips on his hands To capture blinks of enamored scenes. Wild the contours pressed by each touch Igniting art, vivid as red Till pigments burst on moist paintbrush Heated tones marking final strokes. Flamed abstract spreads hues that collide If only to tint blaze of shades; Rage expressed for his deceased bride Eyes melting on a still portrait. Andrea Dietrich’s Contest 1 in 4: Choose your Acrostic Title

Copyright © nette onclaud

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Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.

Name: Ifeanyi Bob 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

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                                                         a miNd 
                                                    that driftS
                                                       In a picAsso
                          a surf                                  That         shifts
     into "escherian"                                   realitY

All the letters are meant to be small case letters.
But with the small font it is hard to align the letters properly 
For that reason am I capitalizing the acrostic.

Copyright © Jon A Cavanaugh

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I'm Falling For You

<                             Signs of the time
                               Enriched vibrant colors 
                               Painted on minds eye canvass
                               To inscribe it's beauty to another
                               Eventually leaving one in awe
                               Marching in it's parade of showings
                               Begining to end
                               Each and every year
                               Requesting for it's safe return

Entry For Carol Brown's 
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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N-   Naturally Gorgeous
A-   Ajar with beauty
T-   Tuned for my eyes
U-   Utterly breathtaking
R-   ricochet  beauty
E-   Eternity's description

Copyright © Gracelyn Mims

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No hands to cover her modesty, in marble she was bold Underneath the dust, stone-cold, ... opposed to wearing clothes Discovered, then, by Grecian men, disclosing beauty's charm Exposed, she poses quite composed, yet, still without her arms !
_________________________________________________________________ Inspired by Venus de Milo, ancient statue of Aphrodite, For Andrea Dietrich's contest: Acrostic Four Letter Words 8/25/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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My Roots

My Roots

As dark as charcoal-as dark as rich soil of Africa -
Is the core of my traditional and beliefs – it’s obscure
Knowing that deep beneath my skin, soul and spirit is hidden the lineage
My unborn children and the forgotten ancestors–I cry and search for 
The battle between my ancestors and my offspring is exploding within my soul
Ancestors are battling and asking –will your children remember us, our names
Pardon me, your seer of spirits and custodian of our culture–chant to ancestors  
I beg you to utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors 

You that lay beneath my skin – you that runs in my veins 
Speak to me grandfathers, how did express love to your wife
Grandfather what was the root of your faith and how did you pray - 
Before the white man told you who your God should be – please initiate me
It will be outrageous if my children will perform rituals to the god of this modernization
Grandfather what was your secret of longevity–this generation is perishing prematurely 
What was the root of your morals and how did you humble yourself before your architect 
Did you also share the calabash of good traditional wine to your neighbors because -
 I live in a greedy and selfish generation, who would even poison their neighbor to get everything 
I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors

 Our roots will not revive or remembers themselves – unless we chant them
Who cares in this careless age – no roots just rotten, no fears just fictions –
I care so much of my roots, traditions, beliefs – so I dig deep within so I may feel related again
Your children will not remember you if do not teach them to value your roots and beliefs
Sit around the fire, sit around the dinner table, tell them your roots, your identity and your pride
I can hear my father, grandfather and great grandfather saying my son certain things are worth not forgotten – they are like tree leaves and roots that will heal your running stomach
It is a taboo to ignore what will sustain your society morality, values, ethics and beliefs
 I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors

By Anthony Ngabwe (Tony The Poet)@2015

Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe

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 S-  Silent
 N-  Nostolgic
 O-  Opalesent
 W-  Winter's harvest
 F-   Fabulous
 L-   Lumminesent
 A-  Arksending
 K-  Kraftingly coledged
 E-  Earth things
 S-  Snowfall

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

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Treacherous, scandalous jezebel trying to cast her spell, an 
Egregious rascal trying to sink her teeth into my skin 
Mischievous, I can smell her fragrance, sweet  
Pheromones, her sexual desires like poetry  
Tempting my 
Animal urges to do something irredeemable, disagreeable. 
Temptress of forbidden temptations, I am already given the
Invitation, testing me, I will dispel this jezebel but I am 
Overcome, intrigued in mysterious rapture, I
Need to recapture my senses.

Jared Pickett

Copyright © Jared Pickett

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How Great Thou Art

H-e left this world as he entered - helpless -
O-n the edge of darkness gasping for air
W-hile I soundly slept unmolested in my bed

G-ot the call in the dark dead of night
R-easoning to myself it was a relief,
E-xcept reason rules the head - not the heart
A-nd I was sorrowed he had passed,
T-hat in his final moments he was alone

T-his song of praise, this burial hymn,
H-eralds the end of decrepitude and pain -
O-ctober came and went, and you were gone
U-nder a grey and misty ambient sky 

A-nd so you have earned your peaceful rest
R-eunited with Jackie - your one true love,
T-o sleep in the hope of the resurrection


March 2015

Copyright © Keith Trestrail

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For my Sister

A baby through her infancy searching for her life’s path, the next stop childhood but this would be her last, never to reach adulthood or to even have a past, my innocent little sister stolen by the stars.

Copyright © Secret Poet

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Passions play on the pages of this sweet, super soup,
Opportunities are opened up in this great group.
Endearing entities; got no room for rift and rivalry, 
Talented poets preach... quoting their dictionary, Reality revived, illusion illuminated by Souper sages:
Youths and the young-at-art, priceless poets of 
all ages…

Sauced soup served hot, tempting, terrific and tasty,
Outstanding oration... terrific tank filled for the thirsty;
Unadulterated umbrella for poets with passion,
Powerful platform for all poets, a noble and nifty nation.

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite

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Art. Twisted in all its beauty and form
Beyond the sights of the ordinary man
Staring bewitchingly and not understands?
The canvas hangs bold, you look Forlorn
Reaching out to touch the paper so worn
And while walking away, you come back looking grand
Continue to let the inspiration make plans
To many heights like a forest of thorns
Inside your mind you find a space
Often you take heed in this home
Notice the colour and intelligence that roam
Including the brushstrokes, the artist sets pace
Smiling because you understand this place
Many parts of this abstract you see when minds blown!


Copyright © Emma Buckeridge

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The Place to Be

One or no other 

Place can
Reach into your heart as a writer and take you seriously.
Expressing yourself through poetry can
Sometimes be
Seen as not being a real writer or "too artistic."
Understanding fellow poets giving you critique as well as praise
Reminds you of how much you love poetry and you can 
Except that the written word can be a prosperous future for you.

written: 01/09/2012
written by: Brandee Augustus

Copyright © Brandee Augustus