Well, it has been one year since I joined Poetry Soup.
I smile now, because I have met this wonderfully diverse group.
August 7th, 2013 was a day that would change my life.
I finally found the place where I could express my cares and strife.
I know that I say this often, and yet it is still not enough.
Thank you all for bringing me happiness on days that were rough.
To Linda, The "Poet Destroyer" and her sister SKAT.
You both welcomed me warmly and I will never forget that.
To Chan Hurst, who is much more than "Just That Archaic Poet".
We will always be friends to the end, and you know it.
To Nature Boy, .... well ..... what more can I say?
You have helped and inspired me to blossom in every way.
To Gail Angel Doyle, Debbie Duncan, Cheryl Dunn, and Michael Clarke.
Thank you for knowing that good things can come from the dark.
To John "Jake" Posey, who mentioned Poetry Soup while on another site.
You were actually the first person to tell me that I could write.
To Isaiah Zerbst, with whom my first collaboration would be.
Thank you so much for seeing the poetic potential in me.
To Mustapha Mohammed, a true "partner-in-rhyme".
Thank you for allowing my poetry to take up some of your time.
To Peter and Vera Duggan, Liam McDaid and Carolyn D.
Your kindness and friendship always meant so much to me.
To Bindu Vijayan, Johnny Rhinem, Yasmin Khan and Becca L.
Thank you for truly understanding my words so well.
To Andrea Dietrich, Nette Onclaud, Debbie Guzzi and Giorgio A.V.
I truly appreciate the encouragement that you've given to me.
To F.J. Thomas, Mystic Rose, Richard L., and Anne-Lise A.
Meeting kind-hearted people like you has made me want to stay.
To Thomas Simunsen, Karen Anglesey, Dr, Ram Mehta and Drake E.
I think you have read almost every poem ever written by me.
To Matthew Anish, Charmaine C., Shadow H., and Dave Wood.
Thank you for making me smile more than anyone ever could.
To Robin Davis, Danesh Morgan, Roger H., Litan D., and Sara K.
I appreciate all of you visiting me nearly every single day.
To Christopher Thor Britt, Carrie C., Justin Bordner, and Craig C.
None of your written words have ever failed to inspire me.
To Casarah N., Robert Lindley, Paul Callus and Arthur V.
Thank you all for just being so friendly to me.
We all share a common passion through the writing of a poem.
I am so lucky to have found a place that feels like home.
There are many friends that I have met along the way.
So, thank you all for brightening up the last 365 days.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
You were eighteen and I twenty two
That day at the alter when we said I do
Since then the years have traveled so fast
For us in a marriage they said wouldn't last
They are too young, the voices said
Much too young for them to wed
They are just kids, they have no idea
I doubt they'll even last a year
But our love was greater then our age
Together we stepped upon our stage
Performed the roles of husband and wife
Acting as one throughout our life
And now after all these years are done
We still meet each new challenge as one
Our hearts have merged and every day
Together face what comes our way
Those that said it wouldn't last
Are now just memories from our past
It seems in fact our love was true
I cherish my fifty years with you
To my lovely wife on our golden anniversary February 3, 2012
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2012
Step 1, take two friends before they are lovers
Show them how to share with oneanother
Add a slice of intinmacy of becoming one
Like holding hands under the sun
Now subtract the bitterness and add the sweet
The flavor of a kiss should taste like a treat
Give her a compliment and 1 soft caress
Then rest your head against his chest
1 cup of humor and 1/2 a cup of concern
A pinch of assertiveness
But too much will burn!
100 kisses a day will keep the doctor away
A drop of hope then mix in family and friends
Your recipe for love
Will never come to an end.
Copyright © Jamila Strong | Year Posted 2010
Come and visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
Are you floating on a cloud?
Have you found the brightest star?
I know you're with us somewhere,
Even though you can't be seen,
Painting the bluest sky,
Or among the grass so green.
As I'm wandering through the park,
Looking up at the trees,
Daydreaming of the joy you brought,
Will you visit me please?
Just send me a little sign,
White feathers on the breeze,
To let me know you're happy, free
And put my mind at ease.
Or ask a passing stranger,
With twinkling brown eyes,
A cheeky smile, and baldy head,
To nod as he passes by.
Or maybe play a special song,
Loud, on my radio,
That could have been written just for you,
About all the love we've known.
Come visit me in a dream,
And tell me how you are,
I know you're there, a floating cloud,
And one of the brightest stars.
Copyright © Sarah Judd | Year Posted 2011
How many years now has it been – maybe fifty-seven?
We’ve traveled down some pleasant roads, on our way to Heaven.
We’ve looked into each other’s eyes – seen both joy and despair.
We’ve wondered how we’d make it when resources were not there.
In looking back to find just how this love of ours began
I believe it is controlled by some divine master plan.
I believe if God does not exist there’d be no you and me.
And all this time together would be less than destiny.
I know that my redeemer lives – God’s word tells me so –
He sent you as a soul mate as through this life I go.
He knew there would be obstacles; I know He put some there
To determine if we’d solve them with the mighty gift of prayer.
I believe the lesson we have learned in traveling down life’s road
Is to bring our troubles to Him to lighten up the load.
We realize that we’ve been blessed sharing time together here
Still one decision faces us --- Shall we try for one more year?
Written for my wife on the occasion of our 57th…12/21/12 … Let’s go again Darlin’…. John Posey
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
One April day, that changed my life
You lived nearby, a drive not far
I picked you up, with nerves a rife
Blessed my dad, had loaned me his car.
I drove you slowly, together alone
Savoring each moment, you smelled divine
I loved your accent, the kind words you spoke
Upon Air Base now, while I on cloud nine.
Together on tarmac, we strolled and made small talk
Watching planes fly, fortunate in your presence
Inside one huge plane, upon stern gate we walked
Clasping hands and hearts, my first glimpse of Heaven.
It was our first date, the initial of many
Thirty-seven years ago, on this April tenth
Since then, our love remaining solid a plenty
Selflessly sharing each’s unlimited strength.
My lifetime a thank you, for giving me love
Being the one, my affectionate soul mate
Through mostly good times, quite many thereof
Defining the source, it was that very first date!
Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014
I saw a little button,
It was lying on the floor,
I wondered who had lost it
And looked around for more.
It hadn’t come from Donna
Or from Stuart’s nice new shirt,
And it wasn’t Kelly’s button
That was lying in the dirt.
I couldn’t find who lost it
I had a worried frown.
But now I know the answer,
My trousers just fell down.
Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015
A small romantic rain poem dedicated to hubby.
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
"Ohhhh Rain..Shower again!!!!! "
Showering in the rain,
Draining the pain!
Enflueraging the essence of arenicolous sand,
Feeling blessed porting on this beautiful greenary land! Trees were roaming
under fiercing winds,
Thanks nature for benevolently so kind!
Sip of sizzling coffee With Caramalized sugar,
Cheers hubby to accompany me my gelling agar!
Wanna capture this Driplets of aromatic water nearby lake,
So that I can make an icy snowflake!
That's amazing, "but ohhhh God, I wish my honey is here".
Wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013
No valentine on Valentine's.
I haven't met one yet.
Each year I wait another
for a person I've not met.
There's nothing I've done wrong:
yet waiting is in vain.
And all that's left is hope
that love's a ball and chain.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013
Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.
He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.
His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.
Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair.
18th July 2013
Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013
Come back with me to twelve fifteen,
To Runnymede, a royal scene.
A water meadow by the Thames,
A site of world significance.
The royal assent to set men free
Enacted here for all to see.
King John had taxed his barons hard
To finance wars he couldn't win.
A reckoning was on the cards –
His barons now had snared their king,
To limit his powers was their aim
And free their lands; the church, the same.
Here was the Magna Carta, and although
Signed and sealed eight hundred years ago,
This famous charter is our legacy,
The fledgling roots of our democracy.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
Copyright © Tom Hyam | Year Posted 2013
I find it disgusting the way that you snore
That snort when you laugh I truly abhor
So tired of you burping up food after lunch
When you nag I get fever and chilly goose-bumps
I HATE that you gossip, it's a shameful disgrace
(I'm scared of that mole on the side of your face)
You took all my money and now I'm flat broke
and the way that you dress? Good LORD what a joke!
So I'm kicking you out! Go pack up your stuff!
(If this is a nightmare, PLEASE wake me up)
Sometimes I stay up just to watch as you sleep
The way that you laugh sweeps me clean off my feet
Love those cute little hiccups after you dine
and your kind suggestions keep my ego in line
You listen politely when someone else speaks
(I ADORE that beauty mark there on your cheek)
The investments you made were wise and worthwhile
and your unique outfits show a grand sense of style
If you ever leave me, I'll kick and I'll scream
What else can I say? You're this old boy's dream
For Vienna's 'Let me have it then kiss my petunia' contest
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012
Memories Of June
Oh, How I love the month of June
So many great memories to celebrate soon
June 13th is my wedding date
The 13th not bad luck for us, no way
We grew together as first loves
Now have two daughters and grandchildren blessed from above
Where would our lives be without one another
Don't want to think about it, no, no other
How many years have we been together
The Good, The Bad, Triumphed stormy weather
Thirty one years since our eyes first met
An example to those around us, do not forget
You see "True Love" still exist
Sealed in forever with a kiss
Time has flown by, it doesn't stand still
June 13th, Were gonna climb that hill
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
Copyright © DEBRA FALGOUT | Year Posted 2012
The Alphabet Contest
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
A Is For Anniversary
Their love story began on April twenty-third, nineteen forty-five,
two young lovers vowed eternity before their family's eyes.
There were hard days ahead living through the Great Depression,
an economic decline, raise in unemployment through recession.
World War II came and he went off to fight for his country,
only communication was through a few letters mailed monthly.
Back home with a baby waiting for him in his lover's arms,
war had ended and he came home to protect his family from harm.
Six children within twelve years, their family was complete,
he was such a hard working white collared man only wearing pleats.
She stayed at home to raise the kids, for that was way back then,
shopping for food and doing laundry, dedicated mother til' the end.
Children grew up and off to college or a marriage of their own,
while the loving couple became grandparents, oh my how they've grown!
Fifty years flew by and they kept the same routine everyday,
ten years later came great grandchildren they were so proud to display.
A decade later we noticed a decline in his health from arthritis and old age,
she also was getting frail very slowly with each passing day.
For now it was the children's turn to take very good care of them,
falling all the time, visits is the ICU, and hospice could never prevent.
He had lived to be ninety eight, while she is now ninety three,
his time on earth had come to an end, and he was finally free.
So many fond memories survived each one thought of with many tears,
this April twenty-third, they would have been married seventy one years.
I speak to the Lord nightly in thanksgiving for their love and His mercy,
I'll whisper to the sky, “I love you Grandpa, happy seventy-first anniversary.”
Date Written: March 20, 2016
Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016
Curious lights flash through the door,
Strange beckonings leave you wanting more.
Drawn to the lights you step outside,
Into the night where danger may hide.
Striding boldly you search for the source,
Stepping lively you determine your course.
Every step brings you nearer,
While your surroundings grow ever stranger.
Dazzling lights flash in the darkness,
Showing garish flashes of horrid harshness.
Steps grow timid, but much faster,
To avoid unknown disaster.
The devil dances just out of sight,
Cackling at his fortune this ghastly night.
The darkness fades with the sunrise,
Revealing the morbid cast of Death and Demise.
Then time passes and small things change,
But the cries of sirens you never heard still cry,
Never silenced within your brain,
Ever crying out the day that you began to die.
Copyright © Clayton Poole | Year Posted 2011
Heavenly skyline of orange and red
Skeletal treeline in sporadic shred
The line of the bright is turning to night
In smile they grace us, nature's sight
She shows her emotions, sometimes we don't see
This lady all around us so pleases me
Come the 14th of July, this year 2010
Carolyn, look to your skies, and you'll see the birds when
They dip their wings as they fly past you
A poet so wonderful, yes you, I mean you
Enjoy your day into your sun setting night
For these three winged gems, gliding smiling delight
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
They were clothed when they arrived at my party that night
Two beautiful ladies, the most gorgeous of sight
One was a blond, the other a brunette
Tall thin and shapely with a couple of sets
They mingled and chatted as many guests did
But their liking for each other they never hid
The drink was flowing, champagne and the likes
Their dancing was risque had the men in delight
Clad in silk of the see through kind
Curvaceous excitement was blowing our minds
Next they were kissing as the blond dropped to her knees
Undressing the brunette in a sexy striptease
Touching, kissing in clinging caress
With every second their moments progress
Now standing together face to face
Their lips meet as our hearts race
No sooner had they undressed, they were clad again
Leaving my mates and me in wanting gain
We continued with my party, they were the talk of the night
The blond and the brunette, my birthday delight
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
Whole Life She Gave
If someone were ever to find a fortune
Wish they would give us a fair portion;
First thing like to do is buy a nightingale
Then around world always wanted to sail.
Would put present in stocking of each child
Many times causing them to have smiled
Picture with true colors of my pretty wife
Showing her how she is the love of my life.
Don't want to be thoughtless with many thrills
We would just go ahead and pay off our bills
For nice cats, buy food, an unlimited supply
And hope forever that they never did die.
All the days of my long life have progressed
With my wife have become totally obsessed
Willed money to church for them to support
And offer comfort when her feelings are hurt.
So soon I died and was in heaven above
With son Jamie, Mom and Dad who always love
And please God, a special place be sure to save
For wife who, to me, her whole life she gave.
James Thomas Horn
Loving Husband of 48 Years
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
Copyright © 2008
(to you from men eyes)
Is it those adorable lips,
or the motion of your hips?
Is it the way you speak,
or the way we freak?
Is it your alluring perfume,
or in the way you groom?
Is it the way you sit,
that makes you a HIT?
Is it the way you walk,
or how we always talk?
Is it the way you care,
or the way I stare?
Is it the way you always listen,
or the way my eyes glisten?
Is it the way you dance,
that puts me in a trance?
Or, was it your heart,
that gave me a start?
Yes, our attraction to me and you,
is what you and I make us do.
*Forevermore loving only you!
*While contemplating what really attracts
and binds a relationship for marriage.
***This is one of my favorite compositions
on the road towards meeting my ¨Dream
Facebook: North Coast Poetry Society
Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015
That I have loved before,
Is that I have never known love.
That I have felt joy before,
Is that I could never compare.
That my heart could soar,
Is that I never did leave the earth.
That I have your love, and more,
Is that I continue to breathe.
My husband gave me a new Poetry Soup account and wrote this poem for me for our 4th anniversary.
Copyright © Jodie Allen | Year Posted 2012
I do hear.
with one ear.
Sights I see
With out eyes.
Scents a’ lurking
pound for pound.
Taste of nothing.
before a kiss.
Of this we know,
without us saying.
The wind will blow.
Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2012
Spring awoke this morn
new birth,new life,He rose this dawn
Winter faded fast
as we this Good News,sing
A sacrifice,once,for all
turn backand trust ,our call
This Jesus,lives today
to Him in worship,pray
inspired by Christina Rossetti's poem of the same name
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
Mom was a person of indisputable integrity...
teaching siblings the strict rules of equality.
A voice of tender words to remember her by...
a dazzling light invading my tenebrous sky.
Mother was more glittering and worthier than any gold...
with the purest faith and the wisdom of growing old.
I was very blessed to have had such a loving, nurturing mother...
her purity vanquished my vicissitude, and kept me from error.
She adored jewels, but she loved me more than them...
and she wore a long necklace of opulent elegance.
I am very proud and glad to have inherited that spirit from the South...
and reflecting on her virtuous life, it has given me strength and worth.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
March 23, 1973
Thirty-two years ago, today, we said I do.
Now you have been in heaven for almost two.
As I do the anniversary waltz all by myself,
I remember that you never loved anyone else.
Together and then apart for six years.
We loved and fought and shed some tears.
Married other people and then each other again.
Guess we were just meant to be together, my man.
Now as your body lies in the cold, cold grave,
Another’s loving arms, I do now crave.
But I will never forget you and the love we shared.
Our daughter is a precious reminder that you cared.
Happy Anniversary, Sonny
I'll join you
Written On March 23, 2005
Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
the old men, now totter on aged cane
think and remember, when were boys, again
now lips shake from the memories
of the percussive shock waves hit
and grizzly duty shelled eyes and lives
friends, brothers for their mothers cried
long fields of well-lined stone they gate
to entrenched squalor and bravery relate
reality returns like the day it occurred
unspeakable is spoken, by tear and word
any day so etched into history
seems a dream, but to old men's memories
© Goode Guy 2013-06-08
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2013
Happy Anniversary Saint James Episcopal
Was another one of those wonderful days
When we all woke up and gave God praise
And then thanked Him for His each thing
He gave and much happiness to us brings.
Like my husband who I love having around
Who I always do adore hearing his sound
Being true to me and thoughtful and kind
Being a person bringing me peace of mind.
With God we play many fine, fun games
Get to go to church they call Saint James
Marg much melodious music does play
Father Dave a great sermon starts to say.
Choir is on time and recognizes each beat
Always seems nice and sounds so sweet
Church Vestry in front hall you can view
And can even volunteer to be member too.
God gave me poem that does seem great
Read on website and bulletin can hardly wait
Especially some sinner who later repents
Hope to them my poem will make much sense.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Number in Top 100 Name Number of Poems Country Date Enrolled into Poetry Soup
25 Horn 1398 USA 12/15/2012
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015