Can I really write something astounding, grand, and glorious?
Reality should be a part of all I consider when approaching a theme.
Events often drive and form the poetic fabric of what we write about.
Avenues of passion and emotion pervade our conscious thoughts.
Taking our thoughts, fantasies, metaphors to the readers are essential.
Instigating or arousing excitement makes verses interesting to read.
Viewing themes from a detached perspective gives us variety in discourse.
Every idea or theme is considered fair game when we poets write.
Poetry is a sublime medium for relating themes to human circumstances.
Rigid ideas and concepts can be artistic with the right nuance and metaphor.
Onomatopoeia is expressive sound imitation of words used for poetic effect.
Creativity forms the very warp and woof of what we do as poets and writers.
Exceptionalism is an attitude helpful to poets as we focus on what is unique.
Syntax is the structural medium for how we write and express ourselves.
Sensitivity is an attribute essential to how poets evaluate their themes.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved - May 1, 2015
*This poem appeared in my new book with a release date of February 7, 2015
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015
CAPCHA - PCRM
Perhaps, it was only my imagination
Creatures in the verdant greenery
Ready to pounce on leafy aspirations
Mirrored, starlike, in garden scenery.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
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
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Lost in the labyrinth of your loveliness
L ost in the labyrinth of your loveliness
O bscured obstacles can never obstruct my
V ision of your elegance and graciousness
E ffortlessly effusing and enlightening and
L iberating my mind, inspiring my heart and soul
I ntuitively knowing and satiating my every desire
N eed and want, emancipating negativity and
E liminating all disillusioned and disquieting thoughts
S plendidly sophisticated in your stunning simplicity
S oftly and silently satisfying my spirit and soul.
John Derek Hamilton
January 15, 2016
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Is this about the refuge life,
Leaking the essentials of being submissive…
Or shall the death defy your conscience
In being a human
Imagine the world without eyes
That sans a tiger, a cuckoo, and humanity
Kill the trees, dethrone the kings of jungle
For it seems the idea of thy existence
And now shall thou laugh,
Splintering the grins of progress
A time shall come
even thy smile will be pungent
“I wish” reiterates itself
In an infinite loop
To the screams and knuckles
Of a blemished self-indulgence
Your sanity goes beneath the surface
So does thy shelter
Thy mother nature you seek’d to conform,
To captivate and disassemble
The one that thou sought as a humble alimony
Comes back to seek the answers of questions that were long forlorn
And you’re numb for thy dumbness
so hapless you are
Here goes the world in tatters of pride
and you wait for thy death
lips closed and eyes open wide….
Copyright © Piyush Kaushal | Year Posted 2013
T-ake my hand sweet doll,
R-un with me,till we are
O-n our way to love spot.
U-ntill the sun goes down
B-enders of time we be
L-oving eachoda without
E-nd till we turned to mist
Iwas moved by different
attempts some wonderful
poets made. It spurred
me into action.
Hope It was well penned.
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Little or large, it doesn’t matter
Illumination makes everything seen
Gains the fear of darkness
However condensed it captures a corner
To reveal, stand out and dominate
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
Slowly it crept across the peak
Numbing the core of life’s lament
Obscuring what had been before
White shroud upon dreams firmament.
submitted to- WIND SNOW OR RAIN ACROSTRAIN – Poetry contest
sponsor – Jan Allison
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
Quaking at fulcrum’s pain
Immune to the folly
submitted to – EQUATIONS – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016
I am a new creature
I am a new creature
So it a new world
The old world is passed away
It colorful lights fades away
But after the floods a new plant grew
And the birds flew
The nights are gone
The shinny day has come
The darkness is gone
And the lights has come
New ideas and new ways
It a new faith and a new face
We are in the modern days
I am a new creature
I am born again
Copyright © Matt Ancient | Year Posted 2013
We big spending
Vexed by the simpler,
Early lifestyles of our ancestors;
Remember that there is a cheaper way to do everything.
Year after year, they survive
On the ways of nature;
United by their beliefs;
Rare though, they may be.
Only by the simplest methods,
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
Death. A bright beacon in a sea storm
Endowing warnings of rocky shores.
"All hands on deck!" vessel now prepared;
The time-driven waves directing it
Homeward, no matter the ships technique.
"...I can feel my insides rotting..."
Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013
Her nightmare became reality
Euphoric feelings were distant
Losing all sense of hope
Paved ways for the four horses to arrive
Malevolent as they were, one stood out
Ever so more, death was here.
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2015
Flowing vain brains
Coercing candid collaborates
Outrageous opiate orders
Foamfaced flavour floating
Failfaded fortune faking
Endless empty entities
Erasing epic eulogies
Bursting brain veins
© Kim van Breda—16 November 2015
Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2015
Ominous clouds cluster on the horizon,
Immense waves smash over the deck,
Lashing! Crashing! Punishing! Pounding!
Screeching metal as the hull bursts open,
Pouring its jet black cargo
Into the frothing, raging ocean.
Lightning flashes, illuminates a tragedy;
Liquid death spills from its broken heart.
Copyright © Rose Whelan | Year Posted 2016
Reduced to nuggets of the dacoit time
Under the burden of spent splendour
Shattered silhouette in a shabby corner
The inexorable skeleton of lovely life
Entreats the Grim Reaper for mercy
Daffodils look at you in trembling awe
June 17, 2016
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016
Madness attended, donning grayish, flowing robes
Over the seductive scent of humid lust,
Rippling through the ghost like flash dance
Needy with the thirst for sun’s fulfillment.
Insatiably moistening pursed, begging, lips
No longer coy vixen, playing cat and mouse but
Greedy harlot - opening – awaiting - seeking
Breath of morning lights false dawn,
Rekindling lust’s longing after sunset affair.
Ecstasy, trembling beneath the thinning robes,
Awaiting the tantalizing touch, the golden
Kiss, the full lipped brush of day’s forgiveness,
Soothing love’s ache as Morning Breaks.
John G. Lawless
for Francine Roberts
Summer Acrostic contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014
Written by: Unique Poetry 2015...This only Reflects those whom are Not with a Disorder they just are Hateful Humans....
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Seasons pleasing past gleaming vast meaning.
Perpetuating vision of steamed glass cleaning.
Erectly accenting a regions last leaning.
Calculated lines upon an ass you reason.
Telepathicly rhymes along the grass we are grazing.
Accolades protrude lethargic at times brazen gaze.
Collective thoughts raise lewd days fine phase.
Usually crude, now nude for muse.
Lasting eternal moments are few of clues.
Already aloof, we soon poof.
Rations are passed while asking for proof.
Copyright © Nick Taylor | Year Posted 2016
Sitting patiently, waiting.
Interested in everything you have to say.
Listening quietly, not a word to be said.
Everywhere you go.
Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016
Merely a possibility
But never probable
Reaching, never grasping
Copyright © Amber Jade Love | Year Posted 2016
Having a good time drinking Harvey Wall-bangers
Always watching out on how much I drink
Reaching into an unknown realm of alcohol
Very tempting this drink can be to one and all
Enlivening me to unknown territory can be tempting
Yolanda my friend can sure be a bad influence
Whispering along with all those lyrics of songs
All being off tune and not sounding of rock and roll
Loud we all are and way off base and can take critisim
Lead singer went on vacation now we all can’t sing
Bringing so much cheer we all get along with lots of things
Another day starts and we’re all feeling so far off key
Neal Armstrong is not roaming around near here to see
Give us another song and we may be able to reach a crescendo
Enlivening this place is like living among the high in Los Dango
Really I have to tell you now, I really do not like drinking Harvey Wall-bangers.
Sincerely all my friends and I now and then do have fun without drinking alcohol.
REALLY LIFE CAN BE LIKE SOME KIND OF METAPHOR!!
Copyright © Elizabeth Larter | Year Posted 2016
After ~ The Straight And Narrow ~ Lies The Truth
A ~ cross the Universe an alphabet of disambiguation homed in blue and black chatea~ U
C~aressing symbols letter signs and meaning pretends categories ordered logic reason~N
R~espite from uncertainty constricting reducing pressure measured flowing as a ventur~I
O~n the road from comprehension a channelled funnel oscillating Zeitgeist’s leitmoti~V
S~uggests that everyone and everything can be charted defined with logic’s abducte~E
T~he fact and matter of the Universe however yields understanding from us the arbite~R
I~n open quest of search beyond the prisons chaining beauty towards more pastel blis~S
C~ome therefore and find soft shadows pink and purple and live emotion emigrat~E
05th November 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016