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Old Lady

"bag of bones"

I wonder if when you look at me
You can't bring yourself to like    the  vanity
Lost  somewhere  inside - 
I wonder if beauty lives..... in you???

Poor old lady; 
-perhaps you should not pass judgment 
For one day
I might be

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Winter Blues

The Winter Blues
Robert J. Lindley 

Winter blew in with a scant little whimper 
Fall skulked away with hardly a peep 
Deep cold, blowing winds fit some's temper 
Yet others they sadden enough to weep! 

Snow brings its beauty and shining charms 
Frigid air sets furry critters about 
Blizzards blasting forth set great alarms 
Where frozen forested cries ring out. 

Nature knows best and gives as she pleases 
Hardest season sets the coming stage 
Death and pain, of which Spring then eases 
Time for each, says the wizened sage! 

Cold chills, hang glisten silent through the night 
Decembers solstice sets the stage northbound 
Jack Frost pretends to be Earth's white knight 
Dark days of winter winds; ice-kiss the ground 

Autumn renews chilling barren vows, 
Wonderland enables the sun on numb 
Icicles form, a voice shared -leaving nature roused 
Winter's blue melodies washed down with rum 

A cold peril storm, enjoying the winter sky 
Frostbitten dawn, desolate sunset of worthlessness 
A leafless desire to intensify nature's supply 
Loss from exposed skin, of hopelessness 
Snow, Sleet, and hell; patients needing detox 
Atlas Spring gives way to the Viral Equinox 

(Robert Lindley and Poet Destroyer co-write) 

~ ~ A Poet Destroyer Collaboration ~ ~

Contest: Collaboration Celebration- subject- Winter Reflections. 
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

the you'est

when the world unfurls, 
and all that heart break spills out,
the daunting size and measure,
of problems and turmoil,
don't fear,
you are never as small as you think,

when fire dies,
and passion and genius you once knew,
disappears to some elusive recess,
beyond you're grasp,
don't despair,
you're never as dull as you imagine,

don't cling to days gone bye,
never believe you're best years have come and gone,
never believe you have grown stupid or cowardly,
you're only lost when you believe you are lost,

that fire burns brilliant inside of you,
you're larger than life and sharper than diamond glass,
and if you'le let them in, 
you're best days are still to come,

don't be afraid to let you're fire,
you're genius show, 
don't shrink just so others don't feel insecure around you,
so others don't judge you,
be brash, 
be huge,
be the largest most reckless self you can be,
never limit yourself,
fill out all the space you can,
be the you'est you,
be you're self.

Copyright © Oliver Gould | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

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 | Year Posted 2012

Details | Acrostic | |

a mothers love

on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith 
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you 
as your thoughts become known 
only then your age is shown

Copyright © brandy wassam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |

Blossoms And Bubbles

Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.

Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.

Mother's  heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with  loving care.

Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.

April 6, 2015

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

50 Shades of Naked

If you are 50 and you are naked
Make it a poem and not a photo
A poem we see your inner beauty
A photo we see out of warranty
A poem we see you’re giving spirit
A photo we see your sagging dreams
A wilting flower is majestical poetry
On paper is part of a suicide note
A naked mind will melt hearts young and old
A naked old man will scare away the scare crows
No one wants to see grandma naked
Not even poor old grandpa
But we will love her all the more
For chocolate chip cookies and loving hugs

You however my princess
At fifty x three, lovely and naked just for me
And I will love you to the very bone

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haibun | |

Scent of Talcum

    A humid afternoon , in the middle of August,  has nothing much to commend about it.  I can hear the humming of air conditioning coming from both sides of a familiar old street.   It's too hot for even the ardent gardener to be out and about, and sidewalks are deserted, while children are herded into backyard wading pools. Clouds are softly framed in bands of charcoal grey.  
I stand on the corner, waiting for the light to change, and waiting for cars to allow me to cross the street.

rush hour traffic...
bees circle the elm trees with
no notice of me

     I approach the old Victorian, and can't help but notice how painted shutters need repair, and the garden needs weeding, with devil-grass taking over the wind-whipped faces of dreary, old zinnias. Seeing it so unkempt, makes me a little sad  
   Drooping over the sidewalk, thirsty roses lean over to greet me, as I ring the bell.  A dear old woman opens the door, and suddenly, with unbridled joy, sparkling eyes, leathery old face, that crinkles into delight, my gloomy mood evaporates, like a freshly-washed springtime day,....and I'm quickly ushered into the talcum-scented foyer of friendship. 

a wilted blossom
still beautiful in my palm....
new lines in her face

7/19/15  For Contest Sponsored by Scott Thirtyseven 

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

Velvet Wings

Ignorant to passing time
Reality strikes its deafening chime
Unspoken words pass between
I and you, my darling queen

Lay your weary head to rest
With your arms across your chest
Now it's time to close your eyes
Whisper your final goodbyes

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

Embracing tears of bitter pain
Falling lightly with the rain
Out of reach, I hear your song
Alone again, I sing along

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Life has ended, you have won
Death befriended, pain is gone
Fly away into the light
Crystal clear and shining bright
Close your eyes for final rest
Meeting among the blessed

Let me go, we'll both be free
Cross the wasteland, past the sea
Find the path to heaven's light
Break away from endless night

From the night. . .
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I never saw you so alive
So alive
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I'll never ever say goodbye
Never say goodbye

I let you go so you'll be free
Cross the path of darkened sea
I watched your velvet wings take flight
I can never say goodbye
Never say goodbye

Collaboration with Rebecca Larkin <3
A song, and lyrics

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Forgotten You

Forgotten you
As your mind collects the memories of yesterday
Forgotten You
Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization
That very moment. . . 
You merely exist

Back then. . .those smiles
Those. . .distant laughs
Some you remember by name
Gone now maybe
Like the exhalation of the wind
Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening
Like leaves from falling, man-made trees
There is no doubt that they have
Forgotten you

Activate the bomb
Ignite the fuse
And you’re on next year’s history book
Never forgotten
But drained of all remaining good

That smile you gave
That happiness
The warm embrace so long ago
Salt-coated with piles of rubbish
Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort
Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . .
Always absorbed and remembered
. . .though never forgiven. . .

All good and gracious sentiments
Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair’s storage
. . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room
That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider
A drowned sailor’s hat drifting through the current of the ocean
The single tear from a soldier’s vigilant, memory-stricken eye
The frustrating thoughts of a mute
The unchanged. . .HATED deformations

Forgotten you. . .
One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings
Wedged deep into what she can only imagine
With not even a hint of understanding
. . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions
Of the ugly. . .
One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse

As humanity embraces its downfall
The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . .

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

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A Tribute To Peter Duggan

A Tribute To Peter Duggan 

What can I say as tribute to this great man
the kindness in his poems just beams out
His great love of Nature, family and life can
cause my heart to rise up and sing out!

First, I saw a man writing with a sweet soul
with clear flowing waters in his stream
Writing about good and even about life's toll
never lets up on heart and mind's dream!

Rivers he knew just like his own huge heart
a man of passion that danced with glee
Yes, he wrote with gold right from the start
honorable man, great poet he surely be!

Love of all life, family and his darling wife
Peter ran a path I dreamed of as well
Never one to mince words about past strife
he inked the page, often giving it hell!

Poetry seemed melted into his Aussie blood
sweet verses he grew as Nature's flowers
Energetic and valiant, no stick in the mud
his poems were all like Spring showers!

Nothing more to say except tribute is sincere
would love to meet he and family some day
Where our gathering would bring all good cheer
Thank God if that blessing came my way!


Silent One
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Enter Poetry Contest
Deadline	9/2/2015 12:00:00 AM

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC | |


Through the screams of pain,
I heard a cry,
A cry that indicated a birth of a new life.
Sitting in the hospital corridor,
I could hear the cry of happiness from tiny lungs,
I could experience the same happiness,
The family was going through.
Yes a girl child!
I thought to myself,
She might be lucky,
She has a modern family who cared for her
Thank god! she did not go through the pain of being killed.
This world has learnt to accept a girl child!
I am happy.............

Copyright © AHALYA NAIR | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC | |


A veil of smoke can tie a knot
Around each mote
I cannot mask the wind
Just like the mote cannot be tied and twinned
I am soaked in a dense haar
Blindly following the sound of the guitar
But in the day I have to face the dark
When you feel guilty and say ‘I lied’
Made efforts but cant stop the emotions of a misty-eyed
A glass covered with murk and steam
Give it heat, it will fly away flapping its invisible wings
Give it an ice rind, it will make the glass its domain in-situ
Like a diamond precious ring
This world is full of illusions
Every real thing is a fusion
Try to rub the haze of life
It will show you the existence of soul in  your  eyes

Copyright © Raarya Kuanr | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain

Gone, Our Days Dancing In The Splashing Rain

As this our time retreats into faded thought
  and our nights of love become a pain
We can both see that with a dear price bought
  our days dancing in the splashing rain
Should we again find our way into love's realm
  tempest breaking the greatest storm apart
Ship on truest course with heart at the helm
  finding treasures not seen on any chart

When hope, our only saving grace fell very far
  did we regret the touch of our lips then
Or invite in the misery creating this deep scar
  thus viewing all our love passion as sin
What of the sorrow that chills us both so deep
  deadly words that slash with no remorse
Nay, the damnation and costs make us both weep
  each crying out for a much happier course

Has this time sealed our doom and failed pride
  a journey based upon mistakes and lies
Drowning as we fail to cross darkness so wide
  death under black waters with broken ties
Never reaching up for that romance saving hand
  content to lick and eat our own pride
Saddest traveler into desolation's blackest land
  moaning out regret as we enjoy the ride

Will our stubbornness give birth to great defeat
  a testament to anger's futile arrogance
A nasty meal we each still find begging to eat
  no victory in foolishly killing romance

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

A Look Back

A Look Back

Fleeting the moments of laughter and joy,
   Love promises so much more:
There is no finality in the life garnered
   Once we see the dread of its end.

So short were the days in the sun:
   Where shining dawns offered deep hope
All we once were has now been done
   We live and loved in a dream.

Robert J. Lindley. 06-30-2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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It Hurts

It hurts to be me
It hurts to be lonely
The emotions inside me
Are aching endlessly

I miss my friends dearly
And I wish that they could hear me
I call for them desperately
They don’t know that without them I am empty

I try to explain to people what I feel
But you cannot understand how I feel
And I reminisce on the memories that seem so real
And every day I try to keep my tears concealed

A beautiful girl that is now so far away, the pain lingers
I rerun the memory of us cuddling and playing with each other’s fingers
And even now she doubts that my heart is hers
And the pain cannot be described by any words

And a girl that I love like a sister
I can’t tell her how much I miss her
And I cry when I remember New Year’s Day when I kissed her
Any thought about her and my spine shivers

A friend that comforts me through thick and thin
I would be dead if it weren't for him
And the memories of hanging in his room with the lights dim
And he can’t understand how much I miss him

And a mother that was never even mine
Accepted me at any time
Making a broken child feel fine
And made his heart shine

And the day we were all together for a late night drive
I swear I have never felts so alive
For a moment all the bad memories and lies
They were forgotten and left aside

And Andrew I will always care for
We know pain, misery and more
Even his presence I adore
And He will always be in my hearts core

My friends will always be with my heart
Without them my heart wouldn't even start
Without them I would fall apart
And I hope that I will always be in their heart

Copyright © Nathan Fehr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Twilight Whispers

Quiet as twilight when i am in the mood
Breathless tree standing still in the wood
Casting shadows behind as long as i could
Night has come, knocking gently on my door

Dead calm appeals me to live for a while
Away from the dust and the madding crowd
Where the water moans, and the wind does wail
And when the light fades, in darkened shroud

Dead is the calm, it's time to behold the sky
Just in the mood, so sad, it's time to cry
Still sleeping birds, that stop to fly
Death has come, another day is passing by

The stillness of twilight takes me back to my past
When, being a child, i would run windward so fast
And leave my footprints, with a track of hazy dust
Oh! how sad i feel, if i only could mend the rust

Stillness of the twilight makes me watch the west
When, ablaze is the sky, the sun sets down to rest
Night falling slowly, stressing the pain to last
Dark shadows whisper softly, now they are cast

The stillness of twilight is a GOD send
Grasp it before it slips from your hand
Pick up your pen give it poetic twist
I take delight to write when i am feeling *triste*

Triste: French meaning = sad

Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

She use to be Rae

From what she was in high school
to what she is right now
Some may  consider a phenomenon
while other marvel how

I remember the face of the cool cool girl
in the class before me
Vanilla chocolate was her flavor
a favorite for sure I've seen

Though thirty years has past 
there was still something to see
She was the woman I always knew from a child 
the woman with ageless beauty

You know the color of her lips
and the mascara around her eyes
you know the shape of her cheek bones
her boney fingers and perfect smile

There is a beauty that we call elegant
often found on wedding days
but rarely doe's this elegance
grace our wrinkles and grays

Yet I still wondered where she came from
this woman of grey delight
Always high maintainence 
always someone's wife

But how shall I describe her 
this woman that I know
The immortal beauty that took others places
Others that were there before she showed

Destiny is a force that cannot be stopped
The place where she is that awe and shocked
time is a blessing depending on how it's spent
But beauty is a lesson testing the bearer
and the one to whom beauty was sent

Though I speak of thousands of women
there is one that looks the best 
The queen of all the goddesses
for whom there is no contest

The woman I see is timeless
she hasn't always been the rage
But now that she's past fifty 
she wears the beauty of that age

But looking past the beauty 
is the life you may not see
The horrors of real life
hidden by ones fantasies

When makeup is mostly for mirrors
and not the world outside
Beauty is only a mask
and compliments sooth the pride

The shell of forbidden beauty
hidden by an unattainable goal
And yet this untamed beauty
may posess a lonely soul

And life may hold larger things
than we could ever imagine
But what can be more beautiful
than this wonderful distraction.

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Slave To The Order

It begins with a bang.

Blasted out of bed I dress and suit up for war is upon us. Of course both my swords are unsheathed and the sun has just begun to rise over the horizon. Quickly without much warning I am shot in the arm by a arrow through the window of my barracks "this is bad" I think to myself. The other men are all running out of bed with great hast. I pull the arrow out of my arm and run out side to find cover. A light rain begins to pelt me as I finish the quick battle field patch work on my arm.  

My commander appears in front of me and shouts out his orders for the immediate defense of our base. We salute and I run over the battlements to bring back some form of order to my archers. That is when I learn that the gate was nearly breached so I command oil to be dropped and arrows with fire to be lit and hurled at the poor sods bellow me.  No one knows how many we killed within those fist seconds but it was definitely at least a hundred enemies. That of course does not even slow them down as more berate the gate.  Believing in my righteous cause I gather my Calvary but hesitate a moment before bursting out the gate in a wild charge to the enemy camp to eliminate their famed leader. One thousand horsemen gallop across the bridge  ten miles to the hill where we know he is lurking in the shadows unknowing about the doom which now surely awaited him and his kingdom.  

Knowing what I do now I wish I had let the king sack my humble castle. The destruction of my peoples independence was only the beginning of our story. Had that king I killed destroyed my commander before he became the exalted emperor he is today the world would have been better off. For now I will leave it at this, My people will be free and father will rue the day he left us.

Copyright © Della Vossa | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Behind the walls of shame

Behind the walls of shame

I discovered makeup when I was lost and weary, it took me to heart and hid all the scars I had.
I discovered sunglasses when I felt ashamed of my brown eyes,they all said I was a stoner way before...
I started adoring my clothes when I realised they could coverup all my flaws and shapeless shapes.
I began to adore my shoes when I was enlightened to the ruthless embarassing routes my feet took.
I became more concerned with my hair because I could tell it revealed the secrets my head is battling with.
My lips became the source of my malice and demise, they uttered the most valgur truth so I painted them pink,red,purple and more.
I chose to wipe my bruised arm with all the cheap jewellery I owned 'cause I couldnt let them see...
My hands were bloody so I dipped my fingernails in red nailpolish.
Now that am in exile in my own skin and behind all this material beings I'll holdon to my panties and only take them off to pee and bath..
Who am I to blasphem so..

Copyright © Anga Sontlaba | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade | |


Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.

Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.

Copyright © Albert Price | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Sexy Part Of Me

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my dark and shaped eyebrow.

It isn’t my awesome smile

Or even my bedroom eyes

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my red and full lips.

It isn’t sexy musculine looks

Or the different color of my eyes.

The sexiest part of my body

Isn’t my soft, silken skin.

No, the sexiest part of my body

Is something that lies deep within.

The sexiest part of my body

Took most of my lifetime to see

Cause the sexiest part of my body

Is the part that just loves being me.

Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? | |


I am God's child, first and forever I am known by many different titles, a daughter I am a wife I am a mother I am a grandmother I am a poet I am by several ways, known as a sister I am an acquaintance I am a loyal friend I am a stranger I am a cousin I am an Auntie I am a niece But who is this person, they all call "Denise?" She is a child to God She is a niece She is a cousin She is a stranger She is a loyal friend She is an acquaintance She is known to many, a sister She is a poet She is a grandmother She is a mother She is a wife She is known as a daughter to many She is everything, she'd ever dreamed her life to be.... She is happier than she ever imagined possible SHE IS "DENISE"

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Fibonacci | |

Still He Loves Her



Wore a

College girl's

Skirt and sweater and

A barrette in her shoulder length 

Hair. She was the college girl of fifteen years ago. 

She hadn't kept up with the times the way others had and she had a low-pitched, well-bred 

Voice that many people said was subtly insulting.

And confidence and homeliness 

Not often seen—met 


In one



Copyright © Paul Geiger | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse | |



Tomorrow holds more blessing
I shall live a blissful coloured life
When I leave the four corners of
This boredom of a place called school

The world shall be at my finger tips
My pen Shall rest once still I shall
Come back to it when I have fallen
Into the world and see what is made of.

I shall explore my potential
Live life at very best to me.
Nothing shall be impossible to
Achieve only with hard work.

I shall starve my distractions
But feed my determination to the core
For with her shall I rise to stardom
The death of my focuse is never born.

I shall conquer with hope and Drive
Shall not be split like a milk in a plate
I will rise like god and rule my world
The world is Waiting to hear my voice

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015