Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.
Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.
Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013
I did not expect to take another Mother's child
but I did it with concern and a smile
I did not expect to see hurt, neglect, and rebellion
but I did it with love, guidance and nurturing
I did not expect to worry about room or space
but I took them all and taught them togetherness and grace
I did not expect the long hours of time and care
but I did it with little rest and slept away my tears
This is not a Cinderella story for that is make believe
This is the story that came from the heart and love of a step-mother
I now call Mom.
T Reams for my wonderful Step-Mother Mary
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
Will I turn back? No, why?
Cuz this is my path, in life.
Will i stop, and wait for death?
Or will I live life, Breath by breath?
I choose to live day to day, with this life,
Cuz death can take us at any time.
Why not make the best of what we have now?
I REFUSE to keep my head hanging down.
I will try to live life to the best of my ability,
With peace, love, and tranquility.
i choose to be and think positively,
If I dont, I'll be self demolishing.
I chose the path I walk, Whether it be with someone or alone,
I'm pleased with myself and maybe a place to call home...
I will mature even wiser than before
Don't be jealous because YOUR decisions were poor.
Happier more than I ever was, now uncovered,
A life out there, WORTH being discovered?!?!?!?!?
Will I turn back? No, Why?
Cuz this is my path, in LIFE.
Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013
In her home I suffer,
Rationed food and rationed wood,
Bread slices and rationed butter,
Scorns and all the words they utter,
Are some deepest of secrets you won't hear.
For I take that only form,
Of a lost child in my own home,
Assuming this has been the only norm,
Of having water and a plate of corn.
Her eldest kid sits by me and asks,
Do you have anything you own,
No, I say with a little frown,
Do you have parents,
No, they are long gone.
Do we do you bad,
No, I say.
Copyright © hudhaifah siyad | Year Posted 2016
Many nights though have passed before you came to my world
Now your presence means a million to me
Over and over your song will remain sonorous in my ears
Peace be upon you my umbrella
I know you’re all ears while I coo
Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013
As the sunrise shines upon my face
A teardrop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see,
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
You're in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one.
Brother and sister, best friends at birth
No longer are you with me on earth
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven
Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2014
there is a place called home,
where I meet my family and friends,
there is a place, where I meet my loved ones,
feeling free, feeling welcomed.
my heart takes me there,
my soul travels along those green leaves,
always having, joyous, squeaking birds,
the dry sand of the mighty river,
I long to lie there, and glance at the cunning monkeys.
the sun so bright and shiny,
beautiful African savanna,
no place like home,
surely no place like home.
how could I forget the sound of the cattle bells,
the barking of dogs, the braying of the donkeys,
the morning crow of the cocks,
surely no place like home.
away in a far away land,
where each man fights for himself,
i can't help thinking about home,
home is marvelous, home is great,
surely home is best.
Copyright © Mthandazo Ngwenya | Year Posted 2015
Oh! The Supreme soul, the creator of all creatures,
My heart longs to see thee and seeks thee in thy awesome nature
That thou fashioned, as thou fashioned me
And all the other souls as thou want them to be.
The sky and seas, the mountain and the trees
The clouds and the rains, the green and golden grains,
The ceaseless rivers, sparkling brooks or the transparent streams
Flow to their destination, as you designed to fulfill their dreams.
From the majestic wild beasts to the tiny little geese,
From the meek humble lambs and fish, to the butterflies and bees,
The splendid penguins, gorgeous swans, doves and birds of paradise
Sing thy praises at the glorious dawn, looking at the mesmerizing sun rise.
And look up to the heavenly wonder! The fabulous rainbows
And feel thy presence when the gentle comforting breeze blows.
Oh Lord! The enormous ocean of love
Quench my thirst, enhance my tolerance and raise me above
All hatred resentment, burning my pride
Teach me thy way to take a stride
To walk on a path of peace, righteousness and compassion
And let my spirit be united with thine and forever abide.
Cleanse my impurity sprinkling thy amazing grace,
Do not banish me when I’m in distress from seeking thy dazzling face
Soak me with thy passion and boundless love when I’m dry
That I may wipe the tears of thy needy children when they cry.
Bless that I may obtain thy mercy in the days of my trouble
When I raise my hands up to you confessing that I’m feeble
When all my strength blows off like a bubble
May I rest my head on thy shoulder for I know you’re able.
All my worries all my sorrows
Lead me to the way that’s dark and narrow
Hold my hand and guide me to the path that’s yours
Heal my heart and soul, make me purest of the pure.
As the birds crave to reach their nest before twilight,
Take me to my eternal home where I can dwell in your light
But still I’ve to walk miles and miles in wilderness I’m sure
And face trials and turbulence and tides to cross the sea and reach the shore
Where thou art waiting to embrace and take me home
Where my soul will rest forever and wonder in dark no more.
I cry and yell to my potter, mold me Lord as thou needeth me to be at your home
My final destination where my maker lives, my sweet eternal home.
Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015
Hope is lost.
I have lost my way.
Just wanting to find my way home.
Kept thinking I knew the way,
Little did I know.....
Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013
Life is Harsh, Life is good
Only the few of the proud
Those men that stand for a great nation
Their life at the stake
So rough and sharp
Every day is another challenge
For them and for all
Freedom we all hope
But sometimes feel lost
Never give up that spark
Hope don’t give it up for a price
And when I see these great men and woman
Risk their life for a single child lost
With guns all around and wars of hate
I feel blessed as my country truly stands brave
A child is a gift of new life and hope
As I see the children in their arms saved at last
Only then will I ever know true courage
This is a path we should always cherish and follow
When the flame burns out nothing is left but stay strong
So please don’t shed a tear I am right here
By your side always and forever
Our country stands not alone, but as one
Heart filled with love
Poem for Treasures of Your soul contest
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Because I know I won't regret
That dream which I have once had
Of telling life I'm fine, I'm not sad,
I weep and say I haven't wept.
Here I am working without reward
Looking back and looking forward
For a time in which hurdles cease
And a place in which I feel at ease.
Until then, I continue to dream
And walk forward on the beam
Removing thorns and resisting
And if I die, I die for something.
Copyright © Chokri Omri | Year Posted 2015
collecting the dolls-
dusting them off.
Who was watching
you, dousing yourself
to give a political statement ?
Cutting the leaves
of grass, I open
the book of Walt Whitman.
This was a targeted
killing. I will not join
the funeral procession.
A mistaken lull.
One day I will-
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
When the lights go out
An the curtains close
Everyone goes home what do you do
Do you stay behind to study your lines
And make a fool
Out of the people that never believed in you
Do you go home to talk on the phone
Or play games to entertain
Yourself for the time being
Doing activities that are useless
Should you train for your upcoming games
So you can do your best
To play in the big league Because that's what you've dreamed
Since you were a little kid
Or decide to follow in the footsteps of your family members
That never achieved anything
To help but in the family history
But through everything you've been through
Good or bad
Either way you learn from your mistakes
Once you know good from bad
You should always think before you act
Copyright © Cheyenne Shelby | Year Posted 2012
The sound of silence carries me to another place.
The cascading droplets of water begging me to remember, the soft sand molding to my feet asking me to feel it again, the taste of salt water waiting for me to remember another lifetime, the hot tips of the sun ray unfurling and deliciously heating my skin wanting me to recall when we met last.
So long ago I called this place home.
I frolicked in the sand and ran to meet the crashing waves. Although I was born in the dead of winter, I was raised in the light of the shinning sun and the depths of the shimmering sea. The beach is what I call home, where my nostalgia is a beautiful sort of feeling and the tang of salt water brings the comforting lull of home back to me.
The crashing waves gently whisper my name.
They speak of promises and secrets untold, yet to be discovered beneath their indescribable surface. Running my fingers over the rough exterior of a clam shell I recall first discovering the beauty they hide away inside. Since that moment the ocean entices me and calls my name from miles and miles away.
Now I stand on rock towering above it all.
The waves crashing against the cliff trying to reach me, the send peeking out as the water recedes, all calling out to me “home.” And then slowly, freely, I fall. Diving into the depths of the sea, returning home.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
When the yellow sun reflects rosy hue on the east,
It will find me awake and waiting,
For I must go home this time!
All I require is an eighty-passenger engine to roar me through,
And when I feel engulfed in the ever whirling dust,
I will know I have arrived!
When I hear the howling wind,
The shouting of cunning jackals in the veldt,
Women’s lullaby that shatters the silence of the field,
The chanting of the cuckoo birds in the field,
The sight of sheep as they descend steep slopes,
I will know I have arrived.
When I hear the cracking of a whip in October,
The bellowing of bulls as they hoof out dust,
The roaring of tractors, the boom of thunder,
The barking of dogs, the snow that powders me white,
And the sight of an eagle that takes a flight,
I will know I have arrived.
The sight of our yellow bricks house,
The lowly mowed green, green grass of home,
The big, big strawberry tree I used to play under,
The smell of the slowly home brewed beer
In the over brimming tall glasses,
Tell me that I have arrived.
Across the river bridge, down—down the dusty road,
Under the twilight, water mirrors a shaky sky,
All has changed since I left home long time ago,
There runs my sweet Mary and children,
And to meet me is my pappa and mamma,
Slowly moving in walking canes,
And I am glad to be home again!
Copyright © SIMON M MATLOU | Year Posted 2012
A letter to my mom if she could read it.
I am sorry for the times I would not listen to you and would talk back.
I loved all the times we spent together. We had so much fun together you were a great mom and you were my best friend. Some days I ask god why he let you get so sick but I realize its not gods fault that you’re sick it’s just life and some times bad things happen. Know one knows why it happened but it happened for a reason. Things happen and know one knows why it does we just have to deal with it. I miss you mom a lot some times I cry at night because I miss you so much. I just wish you could come home. It hurts to see you so sick I wish it could all go away. Hope one day you come home I all ways try to go see you at the hospital at least twice a week. Mom I am really sorry how I wouldn’t listen and I talked back. I wish we could turn back time and you wouldn’t be sick. I cry just by writing this letter to you. I just can’t believe you might not be able to ever come home. You won’t be able to see me go to prom or get married if I ever do. Mom I just want you home but that won’t happen you’re to sick and I hope a miracle happens and you get better and come home. Some days I feel like I cant make it through the day but I just remember your spirit and love will all ways be with me every day and you’re always in my heart. I all ways cry when I think about you. When you were sick I dyed my hair purple, blue, hot pink, red, and aqua. People still make fun of me and say I am weird but it’s ok. There is so much things I want to say but I don’t know how to just know I am sorry for how I treated you. I MISS YOU MOM AND LOVE YOU!!
Copyright © diann guillen | Year Posted 2012
A sturdy day or may be saturday
The sun shining to dry a good cry
Ho ho ho really never for the stay
Of the imaginary soot of a chimney
Mom got you the sky of dream a toy
Ever lucky a meal to hell the poverty
Copyright © catherine labeau | Year Posted 2015
Australian by paper
Liberian by blood
Liberia is my motherland
Liberia in my round hips
that they criticis of not being
worthy of "beauty".
Liberia in my big lips
that will forever speak the truth .
Liberia in my ways
Liberia is my ways
They will tell you my country is
bad, it's dangerous, they even
make the mistake of saying
"Africa" is a poor and disgusting
country, forgetting to know its a
damn continent with beautiful
and extraordinary countries.
You can't fool me with your
"white ways", I'm a native
daughter of the most beautiful
land, I value my culture, it runs
through my vines...
lah a there oo
by: Mafata Dunbar
Copyright © Mafata Dunbar | Year Posted 2013
Life is a promising happening,
fulfillments are at our doors,
nothing come along beside yours,
yours are yours,
who has come to this world without
Dear Girl, mummy hates you not,
she spoke right for you, alright
she held you close, by heart
she dream for you a better you in a
lovely home with a brighter clue.
I wonder why you wander around
thinking solace is hidden
behind mummy's home,
and you went out home for days.
Dear Girl, life isnt so
as you thinking
come back home, we await your
Copyright © Yahaya Chadi | Year Posted 2012
The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.
You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.
It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.
You feel intense penetration of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.
The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2008
As I stand and stare,
at the wonderous sight,
with all it's beauty,
in the daylight,
were the thundering mountains,
meet the fresh fallen snow,
and the ponderosa pines,
seem to grow,
I can't imagine,
a more beautiful place,
and it was given to me,
by God's good grace.
Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014
As I see him hug
And laugh with his
And I look at her
Sitting on the lap of hers
I missed mine
And I shed a tear
That I am miles away
Run and run
For I want to hold her
In my arms
And laugh with her too.
I WANT TO GO HOME!!
Cos I miss my MUM!!!
I am homesick
Friends help me!!
Copyright © Adesina Idris Dolapo | Year Posted 2012
Long Time Ago...
There was a moment I saw the music in the leaves
Winter turned in to lights among the Christmas trees
Looking up and down the street
I smelled the musty screen looking out my window
alone among the changes that left me in a breeze
I looked at all the lights and knew every thing would change
some how I understood nothing would be the same
Illuminating all the ruff hopes of the living adults
Because poor as poor as we could be
Yet I saw on Christmas Day
Adult eyes tears of Debt they would see
A cry of laughter on what Santa gave
Radio Flyer to the kids delight.
Tommy got a pennie tonight
Mary rocked her doll all night
and I slept with my new
kitten all night.
I Now understand
Copyright © cheryl lucenti | Year Posted 2014
Take me home
take me home
Take me home please
Take me home
to your breast
To your lips
To your hips
To your lap
Sweetheart to your lap
With your breast
Take the breath
Take me home
To the heart
To the heart
Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013
Life is only a dream, my awakening would have it seem. I came with
no direction and was taught love and affection. Quickly that all
changed and my thoughts were re-arranged.I built a wall out of hate
and aggression. Now i look for what's hiding because true love is my
obsession. There are but a few that share this view and I
lost contact the day of my inception. I want to share another, one
from my mother. It came from her loving perception. God loves you
and I do too, So when you feel like coming home, don't worry honey.
Just go you'll be greeted with a loving reception
Copyright © Matthew Hennix | Year Posted 2014
Captain neighborhood watch why
the gun you're not a cop? What did
he do for you to pursue instead of
telling His pop? Treyvon was not
very big no matter what he had did,
I'm not convinced it makes no sense
to why you killed someones kid. The
boy was almost at home why didn't
you leave him alone? Stayed in your
ride til cops arrived like they said on
the phone. He had skittles and tea
come on seriously, what did he do
for you to use deadly force on the
Copyright © Anthony Barrow | Year Posted 2012
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
would you like to hear a story, that grandma once told
its about an old train, that grandpa once rode
the story starts out when my grandpa was young
he had reached the age that the fever begun
but its the kind of fever that won't make you ill
its when you must travel somewhere, you just can't stay still
he had seen many times, the smoke far away
it came every week, and on the same day
it was that train from the east, kansas is where it was from
headed west hauling wheat, and chasing the sun
that fever inside him would not let him be
it was that train an the mountains, he just had to see
it was then that he saw the train, come over the hill
as the ground shook beneth him,a never befor felt thrill
as it came up the next hill, it slowed to a pace
that he might run beside it, but it would be a foot race
then he tried to grab on, his hand started to slip
as his feet druged the gravel, he must find a good grip
then he pulled himself up, and felt he had won
excited and scared, his journey now had begun
on top of the boxcar, he could finally see
the tips of the mountains, he said calling for me
now as he got closer, to his big surprise
the mountains it seems, reach clear to the sky
now as the train climed, he looked down some roads
he started to notice, it was now getting cold
the wind had now changed, an the stack blowing out smoke
was shooting rite in his face, as he began now to choke
he thought to himself that this cannot last
the wind will change, when we go through the next pass
with it getting colder an colder, he started to shake
not thinking this out, was a major mistake
so now he was freezing an stuck on the car
not knowing for how long, not knowing how far
all he could think of, is when will it end
so he could go home to his family and friends
now as he was praying, the train headed down hill
could this be a miracle, clean cloths an hot meal
yes the train finally stopped, and grandpa jumped down
he was just on the edge of a old mining town
he decided to walk, find some place to get warm
wearing cloths that were dirty, smelly an torn
with no money or friends here to help him out
looking so pitiful as he roamed all about
now a lady had seen him, an said son whats your name
your not from this town, have you been riding that train
come into the house now, an have a seat
i'll get you warmed up, an cleaned up, an something to eat
i can see young man that you've had quete a day
but we must phone your family, let them know your ok
now he thought to himself, it was no fun to roam
so he made the phone call, an he asked to come home
now when grandma first told this story to me
she did for a reason, so that i might see
she knows the fever can grab you, and you'll want to roam
then you'll find out the hard way, thats there's no place like home
Copyright © samuel lane | Year Posted 2012
I write in perfect silent keeping the rain
From touching the ground
Return home brother to fill the vacuum
Left in my hands which am not worthy to fill
The sand thirst to feel your presence
The stream we once swam missed you
They rumbled at me my last visit
I supposed they were asking of you.
desperate men with no fear now walk pass
Our native compound with wagging mouth
And accusation fingers pointing directly at us
They were silent men when papa was alive
Return home, lets feast together the sorrow
Papa left behind for i alone can't behold the raging lions
Papa is died, he fell from the palm tree
at the backyard, when mother heard about that
the palm trees we both planted at the back
Of the kitchen had been down by the clan
the mound hut we built was brought down
by a mighty wind some days ago
In fact the rain rendered them homeless not hopeless
UChechi died of ebola virus, during her traditional rites
the percel of land that papa showed us years back
Wa now in Uncle Ude's care and mother his property
He claimed it at papa's funeral rites
The moon shine no more in the community
After the chief priest violated the law
He raped Omalicha daughter of OGbazua to Coma
We saw our forefathers in the land, they came angrily
The gods also visited in human form, rolling and
Crawling towards Njaba market in the northern part
thanks to your Chi you escaped the wrath
Of the gods while in prison
I wish i was in your shoes but your shoes
I was afraid of then is better than mine now
Come home brother, for Isioma they claimed you killed
Had resurrected in his father's farmland.
i think he came home smiling after some
months you were convicted
i would be waiting by the door side
mother had cleaned your bedroom and parlor
she wait day and night at the door post
come home brother let us at sound the war drum
together for fight to finish
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014
outside. Inside a deep
You want to know
the boundaries of scent.
A musk deer wonders.
After the death-
of hurricane, would you
come to see my hibiscus ?
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014