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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

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Your Eyes

 (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

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Creative Process

Creative Process

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

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Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  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 
I am.

Name: Ifeanyi Bob 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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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

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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

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My First Acrostic

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

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Your loveliness-Acrostic

                             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

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A new creature

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

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SNOW - for contest


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

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Whatever Floats Your Boat

We big spending
Are way
Too technology
Vexed by the simpler,
Early lifestyles of our ancestors;
Remember that there is a cheaper way to do everything.

For instance,
The Amish

Year after year, they survive 
On the ways of nature;
United by their beliefs;
Rare though, they may be.

By living
Only by the simplest methods,
Are they 
Thriving, successfully.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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The Signifigance of Living Corosion

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

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Morning Breaks

Morning Breaks

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

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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

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EQUATIONS - for contest


Equality’s balance
Quaking at fulcrum’s pain
Unequal forces
Antagonized by
Theoretic nonchalance,
Immune to the folly
Of reason’s


submitted to – EQUATIONS – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen

Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2016

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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

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ST*RBUCKS Steaming extremes Flowing vain brains Coercing candid collaborates Outrageous opiate orders Foamfaced flavour floating Failfaded fortune faking Endless empty entities Erasing epic eulogies Steaming extremes Bursting brain veins © Kim van Breda—16 November 2015

Copyright © Kim van Breda | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Sitting patiently, waiting.
Interested in everything you have to say.
Listening quietly, not a word to be said.
Exceptionally patient,
Never excited.
Certainly curious,
Everywhere you go.

Copyright © Katie Christian | Year Posted 2016

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Lenny Gazbowski

L eaning towards my
E go is not recommended
N ever is if sanity is to prevail
N ot that I have ever embraced sanity myself
Y ou will often see me dancing with everyone I don't know

G etting to know me can cause many
A larming lapses because I can always call on my imaginary
Z ulu warriors who keep watch on my
B ack even when the Sun has slipped away
O ver some romantic horizon
W here naked lovers laugh and drink iced tea while
S itting in the middle of a
K issing choir of blind nuns who
I nitiate the uneducated passers by.

Copyright © Lenny Gazbowski | Year Posted 2016