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Skin

You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

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Drugs are bad things

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

We see people on the streets every day.
Exhaling and inhaling their life away.

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

Families destroyed lives lost.
Those who take drugs will pay the cost.

This is a poem and not a song.
It was written to tell you that drugs are wrong.

If you take drugs daily you probably won't see.
What or who they they may cause you to be.

This is reality and not a song.
wrote to tell you that drugs are wrong.

Copyright © aaliyah rose | Year Posted 2014

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easter 2014

I watched them drag him away
We all watched  as they dragged him  down the road
I was angry and sad
I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face
I remember him too well
He forgave me
I was termed an adulteress 
And was brought before him for judgment
But he shunned my accusers
And he gave me a second chance
And now I am helpless to help
I thought they would protest
They all loved him yesterday
But they wanted blood
 it was like a free show
I turned away, fell on my face and wept
I watched them flog him
I watched them bruise him
And I prayed
I prayed so fervently
That He would take the life of all of them
All of them who betrayed
All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked
My heart was bitter and heavy
I only prayed he won't suffer
But he suffered
 
Suffered from their betrayal
Suffered because they loved him no more
And as they put the crown of thorns on his head
I cried out
I stood there till he breathe his last breath
Watching him
And when he said "forgive them"
That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me
Through all the shouting and chanting
I felt like he saw only me
I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away
I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people
I felt the earth quake and heard the stories
I wept wondering what would be left of the earth
But somehow I knew he would come back

At first it was just grief
I refused to believe him dead
But then the rumors came
The messiah has risen
I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us
But I heard the story from John
About a free ticket  to heaven
And I took it without a second thought
He is the reason I sing
So let me celebrate Easter
Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace

Copyright © COMFORT EBOIGBE | Year Posted 2014

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A PLACE CALLED THERE

Not too far from here
Lies the dream terrace I hear
The haven of bliss and solace
A glamorous gem of a place
The end of a weary quest
The trophy in fiery contest

Not too far from here
Sits the crown we lived to dare
Purple pride of an intellectual struggle
The green goal of a ceaseless hustle
A place we once asked where
Still seem so far yet so near.

Not too far from here
Stand the Mentors we hold dear
Men who were not shy to believe
Men who fought fear to achieve
The exclusive pass to the hall of fame
for those whose brand is in their name

Your there may differ from mine
I run my route and you run thine
But run we must run and not turn
We sacrifice pleasure and shun fun
Because, not too very far from here
Is a place called there.

Dare to get there.

 


6:17pm, Friday 5th.April 2013

by C'emeka Mbah

www.poeticpowers.blogspot.com, @emekambah2

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013

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Under the Cross

A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.

Devoid of inspiration,
enraged egotists find 
fault in selfless pursuit of
glory.

Hampered by the
infancy of others,
jettisoned memories of
ketamine disassociation allow
lies to fester.

Myopic interludes of 
nihilistic pleasure
only serve to
profundicate the 
questionably sane 
revolver in my hands
sublime speech on world peace.

There is no sense left
under the cross.
Violins are broken,
weapons formed while
xylophone keys shatter
Yale’s prestige as king of the
zoo. 

Copyright © mitchell eadie | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Wing

Early in the morning 
The sun will rise
April showers 
Will bring all the flowers  
The flowers will start to bloom
They will bloom and go wowed 
They won’t scatter because of that April shower

Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013

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spring begining's

Spring time is near when the dawning of sun light beacons upon the horizon and the butterflies roam throughout the sky,
among sun shine rays piercing through tender vibrant flowers
as their journey to blossom began's, 
When the days linger into nights transforming the skies into shimmering stars of light, illuminating the golden specks of sand as  sprinkling ocean waves crash against  its grain,
while ripples of white water recede back into the depths of the sea,
Transcending reflections of the magnificent lights shimmering from the crisp stary sky
 AS springs just upon us. 

Copyright © Blair Baldwin | Year Posted 2015

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Angels Pallet

Welcoming warm Spring breezes,

pervades,teases,glaciers,

angels souring high,

watching ice caps quiver,

water delivered, 

waters fall with reckless a band,

with vibrant goals in command,

inept to describe,

shear beauty that lies,

picturesque beauty thrives,

"painters pallet" pales,

what Mother natures unveils,

enriching our souls,

such grand beauty at her hand,

the yoke that stokes,

the binding bestows,

enshrines the vibrant Valley below. 

Edward 
cop. Part one.

Copyright © Edward Snyder | Year Posted 2014

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because im different

to because im different from the rest they pick                                                                                    or throw shade i think its sick                                                                                          is it because  quiet and stay to myself                                                                              or talk to my friends and no one else                                                                                                                   does it really make me different from anyone else                                                                            or just another cycle person that needs help










                                                                               

Copyright © monica bradley | Year Posted 2015

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beneath MY breath

hey look stop regreting and start worrying fr ua grave i say
lets just worry and forget about guns and plant all roses..
TO ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE & WHO DON”T
TO ALL THOSE WHO SEE & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THOSE WHO LISTEN & WHO DON’’T
TO ALL THERE & ALL HERE I HAVE A FEW WORDS TO SAY
LIFE IS A BOOK WHICH is WRITTEN BY ALMIGHTY AS WE ALL KNOW
BUT ALL WE KNOW & ALL WE DON”T IS ALL DIFFERENT
THE SUN RISES EVERYDAY FOR THE LOVE OF EARTH
THE SKY STANDS ALL THERE WITH NO STANDS & NO PILLARS
IT HOLDS A FAMILY OF STARS ALL TOGETHER
HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT
NOBODY EVER HAS DISCOVERED THE SECRET BEHIND STARS
ALL WE ARE BUSY IN RUNNING INSANE,CRYING FOR THE UNENDING DESIRES
DEFENDING OUR GOOD & BAD
BLAMING OTHERS,HOLDING A GRUDGE
TALKING OF PATRIOTISM,ACTING AS RACISTS
DIFFERENTATING & DISCRAMINATING
BEING  PRIEST’S TO WORLD & ACTING AS THUGS AT WHOLE
I LOVE THE WAY I’M ,THE WAY YOU ARE
I DON’T WANT TO BE WHO YOU ARE & HOW YOU ARE
THE SAME I EXPECT FROM YOU ALL.
IT’S INSANE WORRYING ABOUT THINGS WHICH ARE ALL OUT OF OUR CONTROL
THE BEST THING IS TO LIVE AND LET LIVE AS IT IS A BELIEF OF ALL WISE MEN
LIVE GREEN
LOVE ALL
RESPECT & YOU WILL GET IT ALL
ELSE YOU GONNA GET A FALL
THERE’Z NO FUN IN RUNNING ALL ALONE
WALK HOLDING SOME HAND,THE JOURNEY WILL B ALL BETTER
THERE’Z NO GOOD IN BUILDING THE WALLS ALL OVER
BUILD SOME BRIDGES ALL HERE & ALL THERE,AS IT WILL GET YOU NEAR& NEAR.
ITS WHEN THERE WILL BE NO FEAR & TEAR.
#L 4 ALL#HATE 4 NONE#
and that is all i feel beneath my breath.

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015

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Water makes me sick

I'm tired of people that are healthy
Even fat people can be stealthy
You mays well just get outta town
If you don't, I might kill you, make you drown
If only I could put on a pair of thongs
I would go to golden corral and pick up food with the tongs
Not my hand
If I go out to eat and they offer me a water
I might go crazy and start to slaughter
Don't ever offer me anything free and charge me for it
You can only do that if i'm wearing my favorite outfit
Everyone's starting to tick me off
Just leave me alone I want to go play golf
It's so intense
Just so you know though
Water makes me sick
So if you offer, you might get your butt kicked
I'm a big guy that enjoys pop
so please no more water, just stop

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2015

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sip it all


 i buy in, some times,  good days sun light flourish granted's often taken but with this given
emotion returns the ball cap to the wind laughing chalking this one a win.

Copyright © Jason Schropp | Year Posted 2014

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The loving cage

The sheen is off the gardens ,so has the dullness befallen, while summer's may come and go, the stars may appear and disappear, I may turn grey and white ,you may cease to fascinate any longer, but be thankful to the seeds sown in the youthful summer, when others were busy in making castles of gold and diamond, you choose love, now the autumn has set in , things may wither to nothingness, but don't you worry my darling, love has no age.......



Naseerrrr ~

Copyright © Er.Naseer Ahmad | Year Posted 2015

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BORN IN APRIL

Yes! It is April again
When the rain descends heavily
Over our land and plants 
Every fourth month of the year
I remember the day I was born
And every year in April
I get closer to my grave
Every time in April I remember
How fast the clock ticks
And every year in April
I write my success story
For my days are numbered
When a person fools me
Sometimes it help cools me
For in April I was born

Copyright © David Adeyemo | Year Posted 2016

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The loving cage

The sheen is off the gardens ,so has the dullness befallen, while summer's may come and go, the stars may appear and disappear, I may turn grey and white ,you may cease to fascinate any longer, but be thankful to the seeds sown in the youthful summer, when others were busy in making castles of gold and diamond, you choose love, now the autumn has set in , things may wither to nothingness, but don't you worry my darling, love has no age.......



Naseerrrr ~

Copyright © Er.Naseer Ahmad | Year Posted 2015

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you are my dream

I cried for him when he was unaware of it
Wondered why life is so upsetting me
Just thinking about him
Makes my heart wonder
Butterflies in my tummy
When I still think of him
His name is on my lips
And I m wondering does he even remember my name?
I don’t have an answer for my heart
But someday I have to answer
The fear is rushing in my veins
Not my mistake of not knowing what is love
If love is one sided
Then I pray that it happens to none
And if it’s beautiful feeling
Then I pray it should happen to everyone
I m confused
What is love?
May be its just feeling
Which I can never express
Hoping for him to understand
My unspoken words
And with this last line
Yes! My words which I can never speak
So for now I try to forget the past
And devote my emotions to present
I will make sure it lasts
With passion so wide and a love so vast
Pain and sadness will be things of the past

Copyright © wajeeda shaikh | Year Posted 2016

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My kids

My house is quiet,
kids have gone to sleep.
Don't want to make a sound,
as time to myself is now a treat.

I can hear my clock ticking,
the t.v playing music.
My fridge is also grunting,
my phone i will not use it.

As much as i love,
all three kids of mine.
There all ganging up on me,
But these walls i will not climb.

It's three against one,
and that's not really fair.
I'm waiting for the day,
when i get my first grey hair.

16/11/2015

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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sunset

Eyes wide open gazing at the sea
looking at the time it's nearly three.

   Your eyes start to water as the times getting older
   winds picking up as the breeze gets colder.

  Orange yellow red are the colors you see
  mind goes blank as you suddenly feel free.

A giant round ball begins to float down below
not to fast but really really slow.

   The last little bit sits and waits
   thats when you know the times getting late.


                             2002...

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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Broken heart

So who am i ? I bring pain to the heart and and set ur heart on fire so u said who would help bring water to my heart i said is there any one out there to help heal my pains so many time have i search for help but only find my heart still on fire then i call for help once again this time with a loud voice saiding please help set my heart free from the pain then i heard a women voice call out to me saiding call for help no more for i am here now i will take ur pain and replace with love let my water heal then i begin to feel the pain no more and no more breaking of the heart at that moment i was set free so what set me free and cool off my fire and stop the breaking of the heart it was a woman love So i said who am i no other then your broken heart who was heal by the love of a women

Copyright © Carl Manager | Year Posted 2016

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On the spot poem 6

The wind is strong 
The noise is loud
The thunder clapps
Within the clouds.

Rain starts to pour
Hail aswell
The sun will shine again
But not yet i can tell.

The coldness is chilling
Sends shivers through your bones
Nights like these
Who wants to be alone.

2-6-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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on the spot 3

The day was great
sunshine no rain
calm and a tad boring
but then my day became.

hectic as all the rest
kids n dinner
the nights calm and not cold
that's always a winner.

distracted but want to do
what i said i was gonna do
write an on the spot poem
and i'm gonna see it through.

so sorry if this one's 
a bit silly and lame
i will do my best from now on
and make up a better day.

24-05-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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On the spot 5

I missed one day
Even though i said 
I would submit a poem
Everyday from then

Having a night without mymy kids
Time well needed the break is due
Even though i love them
But needed some hours if only a few. 

So theres another little poem
Ive just made up
Until next time 
Good bye and good luck. 

28/5/2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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aussie day

Great old aussie day
our flags hung high
looking better than
a blue summers sky.

so proud to call us aussies
wouldn't change it for anything
happy aussie day to everyone
and let the new year begin.

26-1-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016