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Details | Free verse | |

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER

THE ALL POWER IS GREATER!

The Big Bang designed the stratosphere and troposphere.
Below both majestic presence, Earth is the topography.
Today, all God’s creature roams freely.
Human being munificence is magnanimousness.

Now sits a child fulfilled.
She has her ink pen.
She aspires to be a writer – a great poet someday.
She is real to a righteous path.
Her themes and topics display a certain initiative.
God’s kind of poetry she leitmotifs vigorously and the melodies manifested.

A theological epitome inner cores and personification of the spirit went aglow.
Her radiance was beautiful.
Her voice recited the glory of the omnipotent.

God had sent the gift of psalm and she embraced him with open arms.
Baptism converted her soul to be a modern-day Apostle of the Lord God.
 
Prophecy she formed.
Wisdom and knowledge was born.
Her innateness was so strong that she was a natural.
Her libretti brought smiles.
When a release was necessitated from emotional dismay, her librettos bring hope and puts God’s speed in place.

The Lord God sent the gift of psalm.
In a whisper, is the strength of voice.
The Lord God provides the power.

The people exclaim, “This is God’s kind of poetry.”
Eloisa proclaims, “This is praise and worship of the omnipotent."
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 19, 2014 @ 12:48 A.M.!
Challenge Title "God's Kind Of Poetry' Contest!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Social Media - Life of a Teen

Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all. 
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway. 
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a slut, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.

Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways? 
That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.

Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013

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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 | Rhyme | |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

If I Love You

"If she loves you," they tell you,
"This will be a problem."
I am una niña, a little girl-
And you are too old for me,
Too young to know
What you're doing,
Too careless to be cautious,
Too Hispanic to be safe
In a place so diverse that
Teenage boys
Are always classified by race-
You are too beautiful 
To be resistible.
But I promise not to love you.
I promise not to need you.
I won't kiss you where 
Anyone can see, and I
Won't cry when you leave me-
Yes, I know you will,
I'm not so young as idiocy-
I can be your secret,
As long as you are mine...
And if I write you love poems...
I'll write them in the dark.
I'll recite them to the shadows,
And no one has to know.
You never have to know
I ever lied.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Angels

I live where angels fear to walk
Don’t ask questions, no one’s gonna talk
Another kid’s innocence is being take
Their thirst for blood will never slacken
Love is something only found in a fairytale
But those don’t comfort, when home is spelled H E L L
Left alone for days on end
Nothing else to do but play pretend
Trying to get lost in a dream
But when that doesn’t help, all you can do is scream
I’ve called the devil by his first name
His eyes are cold, mine are the same
I live where angels fear to tread
By the time you find me, I’ll probably be dead

Copyright © Grace Faolian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.

Copyright © Karan Patade | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

curiosity killed the CAT

Unleash the kitty
The little boy thought of himself witty
Locked up in his room infront of the screen
Submerged in the screams
A lasting string that will follow him to his teens

Internet tasted like mint, to him
Abundant and innovative, yet aromatic to
His flaming desires
And that national geographic! 
Oh my oh my
Exotic women in their little strings
Covering their little things

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic | |

Teen Age

Teen age is the Spring Life.
Eddy of emotions assaults,
Ebullitions of sensations invade,
Narrative of a new phase begins. 

Age of transformations,
Gallery of unforgettable memories. 
Enshrine them ,with tenderness, forever.

Copyright © Josete Vichineski | Year Posted 2005

Details | Couplet | |

This Is Not What I Expected

This Isn’t What I Expected

Lusty-eyed dreams, 
Broken nightmares, 

This is what it has risen from the cream, 
This is not what I’d wished to fare, 

Yet, I’m the bad one, 
The one who no one loved, 

But, that’s not why I’m done, 
The one who no one loved, 

Literally, I’m few—and far between, 
Figuratively, I’m he who haunt the tragic scene, 

For, I am a teenage failure awaiting being seen, 
As, I sit and read, and read, and read this screen, 

The cursor dancing in rhythm, 
At such steady pace, 

Marching to the beat of its own rhythm, 
Oh, Quite, Unlike, my own race, 

Scurrying, Scarcely, Scurried,
Flee, Fled, Fleeting, 

This is what I’ve amounted to—hurried, 
Nothing more than a wasted—mass.

Copyright © R. M. Eichmiller | Year Posted 2015

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My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  

Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic | |

Statutory Rape 101

Everybody knows that it's against the law for grown men and grown women to date all of the underage boys and girls,. let alone a 14-year-old boy or a 15-year-old girl. The law also states that any adult who tries to have this so-called "intimate sexual relationship" with any of the underage boys and/or girls would likely go to jail for a period of time and upon release, they'll have to be register sex offenders for the rest of their lives. It seems that those teen girls would rather date men in their 20's or 30s than guys their age and those teen boys would rather date women twice their age than girls their age, as well. but luckily, their parents (the mothers and the fathers) are here to prevent these so-called "May-December" relationships from ever happening, especially when they're protecting their teenage offspring from dirt-bags like these would-be pedophiles. But no matter what the parents do, no matter how hard they try, their teen sons and/or daughters, they secretly continuing dating older men/older women, even at night (midnight, 2 am, or 3 in the morning, e.g.). And the next thing everybody knows, their parents, they will have found out about it; thereby finding them in bed with the adults; their parents should make multiple police reports and pud the cradle robbers behind bars for good. Boy this is starting to look like an episode of "Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" (Season 6-Episode 19-Intoxicated featuring Danielle Panabaker) and an episode of "Snapped," especially when Sarah Johnson killed her own parents in cold blood because she was afraid that the late Mr. and Mrs. Alan and Diane Johnson would send this guy name Bruno Santos to prison or have him deported back to Mexico for statutory rape (by way of dating a then-16-year-old girl). There's no way that those teen boys and teen girls are ever going to get into a bunch of serious, intimate relationships with a bunch of would-be cradle-robbing adults. They need to concentrate on their education and they need to be with guys and girls their age. I mean, one teen boy dating a n adult female? One teen girl dating an older man? My God, their parents will be seriously upset about this. Who on Earth would be dumb enough to fall for an older woman or an older man? And if these would-be pedophiles in the form of grown men and women even attempt to rob these teen boys and girls of their innocence and whatnot, the parents are going to have a problem up in here.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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Candy Made Of Cotton

You were born and raised as a dream,
That someone else liked to keep.
Run me like a river,
Currents can’t keep us from sleep.
You were raised like a flag. 
So sorry so forgotten,
You were left at half mast.
A tomato in the sun not dried but rotten. 

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Turn me like a table.
The only stories I ever heard were fables.
So now all I tell are tall tales. 
Something about cats in cradles. 
I wanted so much from life but I was afraid to reach.
Now hand in my pockets tangled up in sleeves.
My dreams have stayed just dreams.

Candy made of cotton.
Dreams are meant to be forgotten.
And I’ll forget with help from smoke and ashes.
Alone here we lie between the sounds.
Don’t we all think our lives could be profound?
But my genius only comes in flashes.

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

First love, you know silly things happen

Sometimes silly things happen,
like that, now, old night,
when we named a star,
just to enjoy the following of the cliche,
the sibling from the one that brought us apart.

Hearts filled with the whole innocence from,
You being the one,
and I being the best one.
What contained bits of the irony of us calling our first love,
"forever",
knowing with our premature fascination for words that,
first,
is the start of a sequence,
is what comes before all others in time or order,
which was indeed what it was.

And sometimes not so silly things happen,
like us growing apart.
or mainly, growing,
for us to realize that we were - actually - not that into each other.

But back then, in those minds and hearts of two young and naive preteens,
we would believe anything that came from the others lips,
those lips that were our firsts and till then our only ones, or so we said...
to keep up with our diminishing innocence.

Do you...
do you remember how our star was called?- I asked, that one last night.
hoping you did remember, knowing you didn't.
To receive the expected answer,
which just confirmed what I already knew, 
and apparently,
you did too.

After that kiss you said good bye,
and never looked back,
which was actually fine,
cause I had already done that,
just that,
well,
not out loud.

Now you know,
sometimes silly things happen,
like me saying it now,
Thank you my first love,
I'll never forget those lips of yours,
goodbye.



Copyright © Diana Freiwald | Year Posted 2013

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Not yet sir

At nineteen and eighteen
  he said I couldn’t be seen
    his reasons being:
  too old, too sold, too mould for a being.

So the young and toddler, to that world of pleasure
                      and measure was his choice
-couldn’t choose an old frog for a voice
So like the devil in the Garden of Eden,
he appeared with a fruit to broaden,
And so in the name of the old
Kiswahili saying’udongo upatilize ungali maji’
He acted dying
On that soul so buying.

And the results so painful
       Triplets on arms
       Illness at hand
To such a young energetic ambitious being.


Written between 2000-2003 
Just the young thoughts of the young mind

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

A Blue Boy's Death Wish

A fragile mind breaks 
Wake upon the rock laden shores
A muffled heart begs to echo
Whispers lost among a velvet chamber

Dusk comes premature time and again
Dropping the curtain on an optimistic sunrise
If you never witness dawn
There is no tomorrow

Always the dreamer aches
Never awake to make real what he desires
The restless corpse walks blind
Dead ends seem fitting for one of the kind

Lost in the labyrinth of strangling vines
Love is the motive and the weapon
Taking root in throats dry from weeping
Sprouts of amnesia in place of smiles
A garden called heartbreak holds onlookers captive
The comfort takes hold, sets in the bones weary of searching
A plea for rest lands on deaf ears

The hollow boy tires of himself
The last request he will ever make
"End me"
Lost and tired
He wishes to be weak no more

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad | |

Anwnn

Coming from the misty lake Lough Leane
Came a beautiful maiden of the name of Niamh
Upon a mare, for she is not from the world of man
A seraphic princess from Anwnn
Upon the shores she claimed around his kin
"I have came for Oisin son of Finn"
"Maiden you come to me so alluringly 
I am he, if we marry for all eternity!"

And so he rode upon her horse to the secrets of Anwnn
For he and she, they'd be happy for all eternity 

Come with me to Anwnn
I am she, your queen Niamh
I have come for you Oisin, son of Finn
Don't leave me or you'll see 
The age of man
The age of man
The age of man

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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A Kaleidoscope

A kaleidoscope, a mixture of colors and light
So hard to describe so hard to write
Just like a life just like mine
Here is mine my time to shine

The colors change just like time
A life goes on to hit its prime
No matter what it keeps on changing
Just like life keeps on arranging

My story begins at age six
When life was suddenly no easy fix
The Kaleidoscope began to turn
And its center began to churn

My father left our family home
He left alone to go and roam
Suddenly the Kaleidoscope went dark
Even now it’s left its mark

It remained unturned for about two years
And the movement became quite severe
My Mother moved away from home 
To improve her new teaching career

The shades of blue came into play
As most of my family had passed away
My mother was strong and held my hand
Even though nothing had gone as planned

My family will always be in my heart
Those small blue beads will play their part
At that time I was almost nine
I pretended that I was just fine

The colors changed from blue to red
I went on with almost no dread
At age eleven I moved once more
I moved again to the California core

I spent the next year in shades of green
All the kids were just too mean
I went to Junior and then Senior High
Then it was time to say goodbye

The Kaleidoscope turned and made a painting
My life became very entertaining
That’s when I met you for the first time
My hope and happiness began to climb

But My Father turned my Kaleidoscope for me
And I asked and cried my pitiful plea
On the weekends the kaleidoscope turns black
With nothing there to change it back

There are ups and downs, lights and darks
With many blond moments and smart remarks
My life will always be turning fast
Even so I have time to look back at my past

If I remember one thing it is that
My life was nothing like combat
But I still fought wars of my own
Without them my world would still be unknown

There is nothing quite like a kaleidoscope
It’s a symbol of change and hope
I like to think my life is like this
So look back and reminisce

Look back at your thoughts and dreams
But remember nothing is as it seems
The Kaleidoscope will turn to show your past
What was boring and what was a blast

Mine shows everything you’ve done for me
You showed me how fun life can be
You made my life what it is now
To this day I still wonder how

Thank you for turning my Kaleidoscope
And giving me strength and the power to cope
You made my life a beautiful rainbow
You deserve more than you will ever know

Copyright © Molly Alcorn | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? | |

What defines me

What defines me
Christopher Burton
I hear people telling me what really defines me. The people that address me they addresses me as a wannabe thug because the way I act and dress maybe even because I’m brown coming from poverty. Certain people need to wake up and stop being homophobic  , racist , judgmental  and negative . When are we going to accept gay people as an equal as straight people being in love?
When are the cops going to stop shooting on a black and brown person ?
So I ask myself what defines me and all of you.
The world of define can be hard to search but it takes courage to know that we are not afraid to show the world who we really define ourselves.
Don’t let society defines you as a criminal
Don’t let homophobic define your beautiful sexuality.
Don’t let fear define who you are .
And don’t let anything define you negative till you die.
I define myself as a humble prestigious , proud young brown man walking into the beautiful bright light shadows still living in a happy planet world called Earth

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

Don't throw it away

Don’t throw it away
I never had lots of people that actually believed in me as a kid  . I always had these delusional thoughts that one day everybody would love me and believe in me. Well it came eventually to this day when I left poverty forever. I always   wanted to be this to be that but it was all talk . Someone use to tell me if you want to be somebody you’re going to put the effort , be discipline and work your way up. The ego   the cockiness   the arrogance and the ignorance will destroy you instantly and you’ll feel very heartless in your heart. Never throw it away over those traits    never,  listen  and feel emotion that you think the people are right and don’t believe in you that you can be something. Your dreams , Your opportunities ,  Your hopes , Your passion and you  being a somebody is all on you to make it come true. There’s no easy path   I always tracked it down all my life and I fail every time it takes patients   it takes efforts it takes to have another   plan another opportunity to search what you want. The world can’t help you   you are helping yourself the world can’t owe you. It doesn’t define you , you do. You can taking it if the world don’t owe something and give something to you easily but you might fail. There’s no excuses for you to say you have talent   you have lots of creativity and you’ll feel in your thick minding skull that if you use it for an easier path then the world will make you feel  embarrassed and humiliated. 
Without practice
Without effort
Without a plan
Without hard work
You fall you throw it all away based on just talent you can’t be build and rely on talent  and creativity to be successful and make it. Every human has it not just you. Ego and being cocky destroys your images it kills your chances. Be patient   Persevere your way to greatness. Search and feel the effort by doing the work   use your mind   have a   plan   use your full potential because if you don’t then your dreams will remain a fantasy and not a reality. The world wants us to face our challenges to overcome and improve. Without it we all collapse. WE all need challenges to improve our ethics and talent. If you throw it all away then what’s the point of being a somebody   ? Young people need to understand that talent   creativity having an ego and being so better than the world and better than everybody and the world will be much very easier on you is actually more to it.  Don’t let this destroy you   because if you don’t   believe in yourself then you’ll never be  good  enough .   If   certain people don’t believe you have a good future then ignore them and chase it. The struggle is real but we can overcome it by making the struggle into our dreams turn into reality of our wants and highly doubts of desire.
If you throw it away you’re losing
If you throw it away  you’re   pointless.
If you throw it away you’re hopeless.
And if you throw it away you won’t be good enough to be a somebody.  
Stay in school be patient it’ll come get the amount of education and work hard you just have to focus and feel the pride of greatness within you to improve and lastly chase it and go get it.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Coming of age, then coming down

Ecstasy:
*an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.

* slang  3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine; MDMA: a powerful drug that acts as a stimulant and can produce hallucinations

Some time after midnight, a change in the noise
The bitter white pill cleaves the men from the boys
Only the most hardcore of party heads gather
So hungry to fly without sprouting a feather
My clammy hand trembles then moves to my lips
I swallow it down, I wait to lose grip
I'm waiting for death to grip me by the throat
I wait, for you promised my body would float
My skin feels so cold I'm convinced it could crack
So why is there sweat dripping down my hot back?
My eyes scan the room, they jitter as they move
I can't find one person not feeling the groove
And why does my head seem to turn in slow motion
My brain swims around like it's lost in the ocean
The cramps in my hands, have they already died?
I throw back my head and laugh til I cry
I love this, I love it, Oh where have you been?
Who knew nights could hold such rapturous dreams
These people, once strangers, I cant comprehend
How every last person  became my best friend
Red, sweating bodies, bouncing together
The DJ ensures the tunes last forever
Your face oozes steam and your jaw won't stay still
It shudders and flutters against your own will
I fight down the nausea but I'm to late
Why didn't you tell me this room can rotate?
I don't care coz I love you I LOVE YOU
who are you?
A realisation I don't even know you

So this is the comedown I heard all about
I fall back to earth with a cumbersome clout
My body feels swollen, exhausted and battered
The gnawed, raw remains of my mouth are in tatters
I felt such a big girl, had nothing to lose
Thought I'd walk for miles in my new grown up shoes
I thought I could play at your wild games too
All I've learnt is I'm still a child. Like you.



Jodie Williams for
Frank's Coming of age contest
5th Feb 2012

Copyright © Jodie Williams | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? | |

What is Sex

What is Sex ?
Sex is something that we all need.
Sex is a drug of love and caring.
Sex is a thing that pleasures our body and gets us in the motivation that takes us into somewhere that we haven’t did or seen before.
The moaning and the sounds is a sign of feeling good and fulfilled with excitement.
It’s a strong desire that makes us feel like we are loving and soft sensitive hearted.
Sex can change us I get that but it is also a sign of love making.
If a woman asks you do you love her when you start to make love then your answer should be I do in all my heart and I promise that I will be gentle and tender if you tell me too.
Sex can be a dis pleasant   when you don’t give a damn and don’t love that person.
But it takes a real  person  to know that never take love and sex for granted but to  cherish it and joy it.
Sex is a great thing.
Sex is love if you don’t take it for granted.
Sex is peace
Sex is intimacy
Sex is motivation.
And Sex is a sign  of feeling great and having a future in the next life that  awaits you.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

A Single Summer Night

The summer’s heat made me almost swoon. Here we were on the last day in June. Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown. I spotted a woman who had just moved into town. For a boy at the young age of eighteen, everything comprised a usual summer scene. What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare. I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air. I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me. She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”. This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force. She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course. This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce. We walked over to her house, and then we went inside. Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide. I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes. The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise. Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory. In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity. Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC | |

DEFENDING SOLDIERS OF THE TENDEREST AGE

Throughout the world's history,
we read compelling stories
of the defending soldiers of the tenderest age;
and we can be moved to tears
by the purity of their courage:
they died on the battlefield,
never breaking their promise
or fall short of integrity... 


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age as handsome
as the daffodils of the undulating fields,
nothing scares you when it comes
to protecting your motherland with that freedom: 
as intrepid as the eagles in the open skies...
Defending soldiers as true as warriors,
you push forward with the victorious thought
of becoming nothing more 
than the boldest soldiers:
seeing the smokey sky blast;
rescuing the wounded and closing the eyes
of the fallen ones bleeding on the burned grass...


If I were younger, and I had the same resistance,
I would fight with the indomitable spirit you own;
but my contribution is merely sympathetic words on paper,
which one of you will read on your return
to the homeland when all wait on you united in fond prayer:
with ribbons on trees and flags in their hands....   


Defending soldiers of the tenderest age,
all past heroes had one special trait:
the persistance and will to prevail,
and the final victory on their breath;
when everything else seemed to fail,
an indisputable faith prevented another threat...


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme | |

Turning Bad

My mind is set on one thing everyday.
A voice in my head says do not let it stay.
I think about it everywhere.
It appears here and there.
Sometimes I think that I am going crazy.
I try to compare myself to a daisy,
the flower that does not sleep at night.
Everyone keeps on telling me that my future 
is bright,
but I wonder if they are all wrong or right.
This though cannot disappear in my head
and I just cannot ignore the words that had been said.
This thought is taking up every space in my mind.
I just cannot help it to wonder why some people 
are so blind,
that they cannot see the truth.
I can no longer grow any roots.
I can no longer shine like a star.
I am tired of everyone praising me.
I regret pretending that there is nothing 
wrong with me that others could not see.
I wish that I can be as hard as the 
trunk of a tree,
but even that can be cut down.
I am falling to the ground.
A fake smile on my face does not express
what I have been through for the past days.

Copyright © Sabaine Harinarain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan's

The Night that I witness a friend dying over Jordan’s.
It was a peaceful night a peaceful night that will jeopardized everything. So Me and my friend Calvin were so thrilled to buy something special to us and those were Jordan’s. So we looked all around and found something we like. I personally changed my mind so I went with a Jordan backpack instead.  While my friend purchased the red and white Carmelo’s they were smooth as ice smooth as Michael Jackson doing the shiny unbelievable moonwalk. We were so exiting that night until when we got outside we ran into an enemy from school name Terrence who realized that those were the last red and white Carmelo’s left so he became envious and jealous that he decided to rob Calvin as they got into an argument over it. I try to step in but I was pushed away. As I’m on the floor I witnessed my friend Calvin refusing and cussing Terrence out to give up the sneakers. So an angry enraged Terrence pulls out a knife stabs him six or more times in the heart and in his left temple as Calvin dies in my arms. Terrence attempts to come after me and stabs me but I attempt to avenge my friend so I wrestle with the knife and all a sudden I gasp. I’m stabbed three times laying on the ground with blood dripping out of my stomach. Terrence flees the scene and steals our stuff. Terrence  felt no sympathetic of empathy no even a guy to feel  regrets.   That moment of buying Jordan’s and a backpack was jeopardized and ruined forever. Eventually I survived the wounds and became a hero but Calvin he didn’t make it his wounds were damaged in the heart and a stabbing wound ending his   temple  
It’s my fault 
Calvin’s dead
It’s my fault
Terrence robbed us and got away.
I rather be dead.
Calvin should be living.
Why take him   ?
Why take me too   ?
Screw the world
I hate   it
MY fate is trash
I should die in a terrible crash like Left Eye.
But it happen to this day I’m bless and proud to say that I’m alive   , I’m a sole survivor. I’m Calvin’s new soul and heart and I am a hero of the tragic turn into a magical memory for my beloved friend Calvin .
Calvin lives I love you and rip.
Cmack Estevez
To be continued.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Narrative | |

A Chris and Joleen story

                          A Chris and Joleen story
               They became friend’s
             Then Joleen fell for him and they became lovers
           He was charming and a lover
         She was a princess and a angel.
  When she came in his wing and saved him
His wing was broken  for 3 years.
The prince spent 3 years tracking down a new love  a new beloved wing but he realize patients was an option love couldn’t be rushed.
Joleen’s words and meanings were dearly special to him.
But the age  between them was four years apart
She was a minor that loved him
He was legally that loved her
But   it didn’t matter he screamed age ain’t nothing but a number .
He screamed throwing it down the low was delightful and special
Haters can hate
Haters can try plague their love on both their houses instantly.
But what they can’t do is stop Chris and Joleen’s love
They  are  the young version of Romeo and Juliet.
They are the young version of Tristan and Isolde.
They are the Saviors of love and sacrifice 
The love is wonderful and special to them.
The depressions can try to perish them
But it can’t stresses their love.
Love is a strong drug
IT’s stronger than thugs  tryna gang bang but instead it’s a positive drug .
Emotions  flows in Joleen and Chris
Peace and Joy flows in Joleen and Chris
Girlish flows in Princess Joleen
Boyish flow in Prince Christopher
Together the combine of their  drug of lovers are forever thy King and Queen that has a legacy a passion a destiny to inspire lots of couples that in order to allow your love to grow you must stay and work it out .
Chris and Joleen are our past
Chris and Joleen are our last
They are a team
They are love 
They stick together
They cuddle together
They mate intimacy together
They hold each other together.
They die in the cold together 
And lastly Chris and Joleen will always be meant to be eternally at Earth and at lastly in Peacefully Heaven.

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Poised

Feeling like a winged one 

Poised high above the skyline

looking down at the lights of this life

slightly timid of frail wings

Copyright © Jennifer Gordo | Year Posted 2015