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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Natural Thing

Just A Natural Thing

Emerging into the coolness of the frost on the ground,
Nature calls deeply to my soul with its sweetest sound
Fall has sunk in with its widespread leaf killing bite
The wild woods so naked present a less appealing sight.

Sunset breeze stings much more in its calm and cool way,
Nature demands more from furry critters in hardship pay
Owls know the coming change will bring them more meals
Drastic change spreads across meadows, woods and hills.

This coming bleak and savagely measured epic onslaught,
a lethal trap to the many critters unprepared and caught
No mercy given in Nature's most wrathful and cold season
Nature demands weak and sick die, survival is the reason.

Spring awaits killing off of the useless, and its unneeded.
Its garden must flourish with beauty after its been weeded!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-01-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Rhyme | |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez

Details | Choka | |

Tennis Court

        Lines that are precise -
	A court where someone loses.
	Not everyone can do this;
	it takes time and work.
	To be the best you can be
	Without dwelling excuses.
	Put up or shut up,
	Its time to play, I must go;
	Who else wants to play me next?

Copyright © Trent Turney

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order

Copyright © chriss todd

Details | Elegy | |

Raindrops and Teardrops

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic

Details | Sonnet | |


   (Apropos The Children I Know)

Act your age my darling little child;
Take care not to go about in blinded haste.
Enjoy this lovely life for a while;
Time is elusive and you have none to waste.

Listen, candy does not always last very long;
Can be as hard as rock, yet melts as easy as ice:
Teases your tongue with sweetness and then its gone;
Leaving you wading the emptiness of something once nice.

Yes, when you are young, innocent and very sweet,
This old life can throw many enticing things you way:
Making you think that it’s all good and life is always neat;
But be aware my child, life has her debts we all are bound to pay. 

For just as the night must surly turn into another day;
You my child, like me, will eventually grow old and gray.

Copyright © millard lowe

Details | ABC | |


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

Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.

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Minutes pass like the slow falling grains in an hourglass. 
Days fade away like the clouds of spring showers in early May.
Time goes on though you may not hear the ticks.
With mysterious design
Time; one of nature’s best tricks. 
Some of us move forward,
Others stuck in the past.
Though we must be quick to make a move,
For this moment could be our last.
Seconds waste no time like the beating of my heart.
Hours can seem torturous.
Those who are impatient would rather be torn apart.
Your life may end when expected or suddenly,
But remember time doesn’t stop for you,
Neither will it for me.


Copyright © Andrea Rose

Details | I do not know? | |

The Lost Girl

Breaking me down , With every word they say .

Breaking me down , Til i start to hate my self for being different .

Tell my self either i have to be nice or be a hoe , So this group of girls can like me or this boy but i am not being my self though ,

Following the crowd because i don't know who i am yet , Following the crowd soon i will for get ...Me .

The person i see everyday in the mirror aint me thought , She is just some basic girl trying to fit in and the only way she dose that is by pretending .

Like this is a movie and she just trying to play he part .

On the out side she looks cool , But this world is picking her apart .

She trying not to explode , But everyone thinks they know who she is but they don't .

Telling all these fake story , but when the time to confront comes they become a ghost .

They are no where to be found , But they don't know that these words are breaking her down making her hate her self .

And she's seeking for help but there is no one to help her , So she scream at the top of her lungs Help ! Help !Help , She is becoming some one else ! Help ! Help ! Help !

And she wait and she wait , But no one comes , No one because she ran the all off .

But all she can think about is what her mother told her , baby girl  that mouth going to get you in to some big trouble ... !

But she never listen , This young girl caught up in the world , Not knowing what she want . Really knowing nothing at all . Realized something , That is she if started to think it might just save her life.

And she argues with her self i do think and her self answer why don't you think twice .

And when you do think why don't you think about what is going to happen tomorrow no just at that second .

Why don't you think about you future , You claim you got one but at this rate i see you not having one , I dont even know if i see you alive . Unless you can change for the better , Unless you can change .

Its not  always the people AROUND you sometime the problem can be your self .

And she knew that , and after she ask for forgiveness and ask for gods help .

She stated on the journey to finding HER SELF !

-April Jones


Copyright © April Jones

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                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Copyright © JAY JOHNSON

Details | Ballad | |

Puppy Love Begins

Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi'n-black...or...a...tender-heart?















Poet's Own Notes:

Taylor Swift says, "PUPPY-LOVE...SETS...YOUR...HEART...'JUS-RIGHT!"

Copyright © Thomas Hsi

Details | ABC | |

Under the Cross

A conscious effort
by the constrained
creates nothing.

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

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

Copyright © mitchell eadie

Details | Ballad | |

Castles and Woods

POETIC LYRICS BY RICCARDO ('Ricky' in the Hollywood Hit 'Grand-Prix') ENZO-

Castles and Woods...Ivory and Diamonds...Necklines and Blue-Diamond-Knights!
Castles and Woods...Ivory and Diamonds...Necklines and Blue-Diamond-Knights!


Copyright © Thomas Hsi

Details | Free verse | |

A Life Too Short

Life is cut too short
One decision leads to another
It’s the way of life

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Ballad | |

HALO Hello


When YOU...Brew Right!













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A-'HERC'...A-'VEE' [Venus]?


A Smooth/Dee-sign?




360? OR-JUST/10th-DEGREE?















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[Teeth] 'FONTS'...OF-IVORY!



[Musical Interlude]

In a Distant Harbor...Old Man Moon...GRINNED-and-SPOUTED!





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And in a Distant Harbor...A...DARK-SHADOW!


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Copyright © Thomas Hsi

Details | Free verse | |


A slow-creeping mollusk
Belonging to family
Differing from slugs
Protective shell

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Sonnet | |

snowfall in April

Snowfall In April 

 The snowflakes that fell this morning were big 
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and 
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already overflowing.
Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over
the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified
so the cloud could sail to the tundra in Siberia.

One million volunteers, first there had been a pause,
but a few thousand walked forward others followed.
They got a blessing a white miniature cloud each and
a promise that one day they would be reborn as flurry
on the South Pole, a mass wedding of snowdrifts and 
they would never be alone again  

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | Ballade | |

moon walks

When Moon blocks the Sun 
The sea in the bay is restless slapping over
the pier, salt spray on the dog, she was 
not amused and sought shelter behind the car.
She had not been herself for days 
the moon blocking the sun I didn’t know it 
affected animals.
Perhaps a residue of a disaster that happened 
years ago and can easily happen again,
a meteor hitting the earth and not a dignified 
end of humanities and their loyal slaves, dogs 
the donkey and horses. 

A gust of winds also called a squall made me 
sense the dog’s fear. We drove home I lit the fire, 
a dog doesn’t like changes. The peril over,
 she woke me up ate seven needed a pee and all 
was well with the world.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | Free verse | |

Fixed Suns Moons

An unkept memory within our restless lives
Undone curtains and an ever wilting sun
What you are, is what I have been
Our pasts together, a living sin
I hide in the open as the tides begin to slip in
I have whispered the words of love
Waiting for the very minute for a friendship to begin

As world fold and the smallest of universes become
Tanted and bold, it's the lace of the burhap
That slowly is becoming cold
The wind whips and the border becomes crisp
There is where my memory is old
Right under the tange of the fold
Thank you so much, I wonder
If you knew it was the tin
Caught in the tear of where I have been

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

Details | I do not know? | |

Silent Whispers

Silent whispers scatter all round me 
Crowding me in making it hard to breathe 
Making me choke on all of the sin that I have committed
Making me weak 
making me come down to my knees
Praying in my head “OH GOD OH GOD PLEASE SPARE ME”
Save me from all of this agony 
Maybe I don’t deserve it because I brought it to myself 
but I was a child I didn't know the out come could be so persist 
Playing with fire was fun until I got burned 
And no I may not have any scars or buries 
But the thing that I had to see was everything crashing and crumbing in to ruins
Then it just blow away like the fire I use to lite the candle Thinking that it would bring light
But it when out and I was too deep to know my surrounding
Only thing that was there was darkness surrounding me in to the point where It took my breath
One two three I drop down to my knees 
Four five six the truth is sickening 
Seven eight nine dose hate and love have a thin line
Ten Is this the beginning or the end
And why am I not begging
I see the light but I don't come near
Because in the darkness I can see clear
But I am not sure if this is where I belong
Curious but yet afraid I still pursued
Just to get caught up by my demons who I thought we friend although I  assumed
See that's the only thing that can be tricky about the darkness
to fall in the hands of the enemy
without having knowledge 
But do I want to live if it has come to this
Not trusting my self
Not knowing the difference between the light and dark
Or maybe I know the difference but I have already tasted the bitter sweet taste of the dark
But I don't realize the difference any more making me question if the every was a separation
Are they one in the same?
because they both have the power to over come you
But you have to realize is the loss worth the gain
But heaven forbids for you to go out on your own
Because that candle that you hold so tight and dare to keep you away from the darkness
 can always go out by a sweet silent whisper

Copyright © April Jones

Details | Ballade | |

Meandering in Piraeus

Meandering in Piraeus 
Sunday in Piraeus, a line of people outside a church 
I joined the line and was inside given a bag of cakes. 
The old woman behind me was refused a bag of cakes 
it appears she had joined the line three times, 
I gave her my bag.  I didn’t think much of priests who were mostly
 soft faced and fat looking. The old woman had no teeth 
I bought her a soft drink to swallow her cakes.
I sat in the park nursing a Dutch beer the local beer was 
not to my liking, when the old woman came demanding 
money I refused and she screamed rape. The police removed 
her from the park. In the park a grotto, by paying a few drachma,
 I could go in and there was an in a glass cage a likeness of baby Jesus 
as only a disturbed person could have made, the eyes of baby Jesus 
were full of malice and he had an erection big as a smithy’s arm. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | Bio | |

Beauty the sight

Beauty, the Sight 
My heart is a block of cement pavement, sadness
my poetry is prose and little more. 
I have written collections of poetry but in the end 
they are mostly political musings. 
Yet, concrete cannot stop nature, through cracks 
tiny green grass grows, or you may call it a weed. 
Perhaps I have got something written that in the mass 
of words there are pearls of poetry.
Once I saw a motorway not yet open for cars, 
a caravan of gypsies, with their carts full of children
small horses and dogs, traversing in peace.
I know they will be there when cars are a curiosity 
living a life of quiet contentment and they will
take little interest in the disappearance of the white
A race who thought they could have it all,
and that was exquisite poetry, beauty and the random 
A kismet of faith, a man trying to be God. 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | Blank verse | |

love not spoken of

The love not spoken of 

Newcastle and it was summer I had been paid off
from my ship and sat a the train station waiting for 
a train to take me to Liverpool when a young man
came and sat near me. He was beautiful the nearest
I have been to human perfection and we spoke 
about life, we were going to a cabin somewhere in
 a Scottish hill but he didn`t like to be alone and his
large brown eyes looked mournful and I was ready 
to join him, but said nothing because he if I followed 
the boy would turn out to be human and demanding 
a type of attention I could not give without corruption   
His train left before mine I waved and that was that,
when I arrived a Lime street station I was drunk and 
spent a night with a prostitute and she killed a beautiful
man sitting alone in a cabin in some god- forsaken dale.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen

Details | ABC | |

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

Details | ABC | |

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

Details | Tanka | |

Unrequited Loves

mental railing
against my past unrequited 
only faintly remembered
and left frozen in time

Copyright © Thomas Martin