Behind the folds of curtained stage
Performers take positions, hearts racing wildly,
Ready to step onto the waiting podium for the final bow...
For Judy's Captcha Contest
Captcha code - BPR
Copyright © Sneha RV The Literature Lover | Year Posted 2015
R eady to bolt
U nable to stay
N obody seems to care
A ngry, and full of dismay
W ill they come looking
A nyone at all, I wipe a tear from my eye
Y esterday is all that remains to remember me by
For Andrea Dietrich's Skipping Six, Going Straight to Seven- Acrostics challenge #3
Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013
F-From All around the lands on high
A-Around the mounts and down the depths
R-Resound the cries of loss untold
E-Even the birds our lots have known
W-We’ve lost a man that was great and bold
E-Embedded in him was a heart of gold
L-Like a child he’d forgive his offenders deeds
L-Leaving a legacy great indeed
M-Mandela, our leader of great repute
A-A man that would quail a great dispute
N-Never a soldier but wins a war
D-Dignity, tenacity, and honor he wore
E-Endearing to a nation and the world as a whole
L-Lo, we’ve missed our man indeed
A-And may his soul depart and rest in peace
…Adieu, Mandela!, our Leader Great!
Copyright © Nsikakabasi Dan | Year Posted 2013
Forever I vowed to love no one else but you
Angel, please know that my love is true
Rare is the love that lasts this long
Everlasting feeling that is so strong
Woman, I know you will never be mine
Even if I wait for all eternity, you still won't cross the line
Lady, although I am still very much under your spell
Last night I realized that it’s time for me to bid you farewell
Sometimes even though the feelings are strong we have to learn to let go and accept that
it’s not and was never meant to be. That no matter how much we want something, we should
learn to admit defeat when it is already staring us in the face. This poem aspires to convince
a soul to let go, accept what is, and to stop living in a world of dreams.
Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2008
T ribute to Michael Jackson
O ! Your work is immortal in our hearts
M ind blowing songs and touching lyrics
I ntellectuals are still amazed by hidden treasures
C oncealed in his wondrous works
H ymns of love and humanitarian was his message
A ggravated by heartfelt pain of the poor though his was rich
E nd of his journey prompt Nelson Mandela to speak
L iken him as a “close member of his family”
J ealous does not pay but a loving heart yields good results
A cts of love were visible throughout his life
C aring attitude seen in his lyrics and in his songs, he was
K nowledgeable with the world calamities
S o he wrote "heal the world"
O h no! How can I forget "Man in the mirror"
N othing compared to his dance moves
I nnovation around his choreography made him popular
S inging made him a world icon
A mongst many he was king of pop
Y ears invested perfecting his craft
R ewarded him greatly
E very minute of it paid off
S ounds he produced over the years is
I n my heart I'm convinced that
N o one will ever match his caliber
P eople's person
E ver smiling
A dmired by millions around the globe
C aring and he did all he could to
E nrich people's lives.
Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2015
Mind full of wisdom, strength, hope and encouragement
Always gave inspirational talks and speeches
Yielding a transformed generation
And we shall forever treasure her contribution
A poet, actress, author, dancer, and singer
Never gave up on her dreams and ambitions
Getting through with her desire and aspire
Eternity In heaven
Like all others who left a mark on this earth
Oh God grant her
Ultimately for a life well lived
Copyright © Bakari Matano | Year Posted 2014
(Dedication: A tribute for Demetrios Trifiatis,
my Greek friend, a gentleman. Thank you.
We will sorely miss your company here at the
PoetrySoup haven. Do come visit whenever
you can indulge our rhymes and reasons.)
Discern and see, discern and tell;
Ending feels sad, ending floods pain;
Mind now sets free, mind words that dwell;
Embrace the glad, embrace the rain.
Touch of sure rhymes, touch of true friends;
Rich recall stays, rich gestures live;
Invite old times, invite fond blends;
Opt to delay, opt to retrieve;
Such special chimes, such poetry grand.
Trust has a name, trust has a friend;
Reap what you sow, reap what you earn;
Indulge fine blame, indulge fond trends;
Free voice we know, free poise we yearn.
Inspire and sing, inspire and match;
Active your tact, active your will;
Thoughts that you bring, thoughts that you catch;
In simple acts, in subtle fill;
See you in spring, see you detached.
Rest well my friend, rest in grand light;
Empty this site, empty this soup;
That Grecian blend, that Grecian flight;
Ink now recites, ink PoetrySoup;
Reach out to hurl, reach out to swing;
Echoes we write, echoes now droop;
Sad speeding twirl, sad sorry sling.
Next movement here, next stormy feel;
Open hearts dear, open minds still;
We wait on cheer, we wait your fill.
Go sail your way, go find your niche;
Offer your zest, offer your zeal;
Note your fond days, note your fine reach;
Ever the best, ever the feel.
20 Apr 2014 (on Easter Sunday)
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
I look up through autumn leaves to the sky above,
rays of brilliant coral light dance on clouds, and pause, and leap.
Sitting here, against our tree, I am queen of this land, this love.
Your shoulder warm against my cheek.
Your face, in that light, carved to memory.
My toes dig into the dark fertile soil beneath,
sprouting dreams, young blossoms of future fruits.
The humming breeze sings of possibility.
Fragile vines push through and tickle as they reach,
around my ankle,
over your chest,
forever moulding us to this moment.
This place that surrounds us is determined time.
The relentless minute turns the wind cold and restless.
The hour sets the sun’s glowing lust,
bringing darkness and choking binds.
The months tussle in the heavy clouds above,
building to a break.
This beloved place I hold so dear,
captured in a memory,
overcome by the elements and time,
reflected in rainbows.
Copyright © Birgitta Le Roux | Year Posted 2014
You have been a pillar to my life;
I have really lived my entire life to please people
You have made me the happiest man;
I even at some point forgot what was the purpose of me been here
You showed me that with love everything is possible
I now look back at the challenges we once had
They were big that time but now it’s seems as
The smallest things to ever happen
But if I was to take something with me; that will
Be the moments I spent with you
I remember the things like it all happened yesterday
Your smile showed me the directions because your
Teeth were as white as snow.
If I was your maker than I would have love to always
See your smile as it can turn winter into summer
All darkness vanished in your present; surely you brought
Light to me when I see your face glow like gold; I get scared
As I never thought that luck really exist in this generation.
When the light shines for me today;
I will take you along hope the master understand.
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Endless lover, the summer is coming.
Velvet waters in the tropics
Ellude to something more erotic.
Revelling in the synchronized drumming of
Your heartbeat and my own.
Baby, isn't this paradise?
Oh, my sweetest flame, what would i
Do if i couldn't share this love with
Listening to the waves curl and crash,
Everything i could ever need, ever
Ask for is right here.
Vegetating is such rich soil,
Entertaining the moonstruck notion that
Some people are meant to stay.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016
Existence of the 8 track as I recall, was of short duration
X is a letter of the alphabet seldom used to begin a word
Telephone booths have gone the way of the dinosaurs
Internet technology has greatly altered the face real romance
Need I say that the landline telephone has been replaced by cell phones?
Currency as a medium of exchange still exists, but is slowly dying
Transactions via the internet has become the preferred mode of operation
In spite of “high Tech explosion”, don’t forget to read, write and do math
Ocean waves and winds can still wreck havoc, and are not likely to change
Never give up on the past, because some old things might have to be resurrected
12302015 (PS Contest on the theme of “Extinction”)
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
Foreign is this simple sound escaping my breath, filling the room in excess
Am I sick, am I alone in here; the sound resonates an echo I can't place
Renovating the airspace like it belongs, a familiarity
Existing in this singular instance, a mimic of a repetitive action heard everyday
Well wishing, is it the wish that finally came true
Even though that wish was made five odd years ago
Liar, liar don't lie to me my own cryptic thoughts
Lullaby me, sway me softly to soothe the growing chaos in my mind
For I have been deaf since age 11
Ignite this fire which laid dormant, for I've felt unbalanced, inescapable silence
Go liar doctor, make another promise to me you'll never keep
Hear me with my hands since you can't hear me with my voice
Tell me what on earth is this static coming through clearly
Everyday I.....hear....I can....hear....
Resonating through my room, I noticed....it's been...me...laughing, crying; I can hear
Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016
RUSTED an BUSTED
Rusted and busted
Under carriage now gone
Stuffing falling out and all crusted
Tyres are disintegrating
Engines in pieces all dusted
Drivers abandoned us here
Anyone can see the end is nigh
No place left for us, just to lie
Busted and all in pieces
Undervalued near the end
Sitting here rusting and dying slow
This is sad for a much loved friend
Ending in the junkyard
Drivers abandoned us here at the end
Copyright © MARY GRACE | Year Posted 2016
Copyright © Brenda Chiri-Carroll | Year Posted 2016
L ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight,
O n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone.
V ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks;
E legant figure now ravaged by time.
S toically braving the wind and the storm;
O ft' calling my name like a sea-captain's horn.
F rantically searching this vast sea of death,
M ired in a morass of cold and dead souls.
Y earning for the warmth of a highway, which she'll never see;
L ivid with anger at too early a demise.
I rritated that her eyes are no longer mine;'
F illed with the despair of one who was wronged.
E nvious of my new love's new whistles and bells.
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016