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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 | Year Posted 2012

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 | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

Drugs are bad things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright © aaliyah rose | Year Posted 2014

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The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             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.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad | |

CLOUD WINGS

I walk...
Now I am walking. 
There's a sun in the sky
Early birds fly.
Soaring high, 
in the clouds going by

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism | |

The Beautiful Woman

Beautiful women stridding along
beach front properties
after the cruel april showers have rolled through
damaging and overflooding the hanging geraniums,
and the despise of jealous boys
rolling through hemlock, with trousers stained with sand,
they gaze like dogs looking at a juicy bone,
at the beautiful women, all of them walking hand and hand
singing songs of love, as hummingbirds and nightingales
soar high over their heads, keeping them all company,
all singing songs of love.

Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
there you'll find me hinding, waiting
for my beautiful women that spare no glance,
but a quick of a hand I am allowed.
Go now, go now, into the gardens of beauty
pick the red roses that bloom,
and leave the blue violets for the dead.

See the beautiful women, as the jealous boys huddle around me,
we gaze at their beauty and hold our breath,
till they start laughing.
They drink tea, read novels and talk about everything
that matters to naive girls' mind.
We listen and hear their secrets, some horrid
and some unbearable to listen too.

Go now, young boys and stride on
go to the beach front properties
in your straw hats and sandstained trousers
and call unto me, when the beautiful women
come once again striding along.

One beautiful woman I gaze upon
blonde hair, blue eyes
the sweetest of arian races
she wears her flannel, spring dress,
and cottonswab blouse,
she turns to me, hiding in the rose peaker bushes,
she looks at me and smiles.
I hide my emotion and I leave the garden of beauty,
to stride for another day.
To see the young, beautiful girls,
to see that one, that is not hard to spot
the one, like the first rose to bloom
she is not hard to spot.

One day, as I sit in the garden of beauty,
my courage will reign over me
and I shall present myself to her grace
and glorious beauty.
Go now my dear, go now, go to the garden of beauty,
and share your stories and drink your tea in peace;
Pick the ruby roses, but leave the blue violets for the dead,
for I am safe and I am just around the corner.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

The Beach

                                          I take a walk on the Beach
                                     Fealing the Sand between my toes
                                              I smile for A while

Copyright © Elliot Sutton | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//

Copyright © Ilya Emelin | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC | |

spring begining's

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

Copyright © Blair Baldwin | Year Posted 2015

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beneath MY breath

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

Copyright © KAMRAN RASHID | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Digger

As I gaze upon the crimson tide
Tears of sorrow I cannot hide
Comrades fallen, slain and dead
I wish they'd taken me instead
In shock I wonder to where fallen mates are
Wiping my memory but it will leave a scar
Muffled yelling falls silent forever
Jimmy and Thommo, I'll forget them never
17 and 18 years, Christ they were only boys
Taken to early to experience life's joys
I look around joined by a medic
"We're the only ones left" I turn to be sick
We have to try to crawl from this beach
I pluck up the courage as he pulls back the breach
Cover me I yell as I run for the cliff
I dance to the rhythm of their deadly riff
I trip and fall across an enemy wire
I see myself below all covered in fire
Now I stand at the gates with my head held high
I get my set of wings for now I can fly
LEST WE FORGET

Copyright © mark robinson | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

caterpillars many feet many boots

The suitable ramblings of a plate of acorn and carrots to a listening ear of a squirrel squire is very very good news for a bed of voltaic leaves.Vehemently described by a small stone to be akin to radio station chattering. Babbling brook then. Oh good. Oh how one must look in amazement at the many radishes who arrive in uniform with badges. Clanking a clicking. Clocking a clinger. Danger is in the harbours where resides a 8000 long lobster. Whose antics are unpleasant and displease the many ships of cakes floating upon the waves. Juniper is Jupiter. And juvenile crimes of a  pile of mud is an archaically archived delivery. How quite pleased is a 67 metres of a sky. Bus building baking breathing breastplate boomerangs breadsticks bang. And in a Penang architecture is often quite outstanding. Far freezer freeing fakes formations. Was washing wasting waiting willing wildly wildlife. And look there is a tiny two inch caterpillar many legs many boots many miles many many moons. Ha hmm xx Stupefaction xxx z .

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

I too

I too have cried a river full of hurt filled tears. 
I too have felt the weight of the world and acquired a few fears.
I too have doubted my full potential. 
I too have lovingly lost a beautiful soul. 
I too saw an image in the mirror I didn’t recognize. 
I too have sat for hours and listened to the lies.
I too shattered my own heart at the weakness of another.
I too have fell short in the meaning of forever. 
I too have gathered thoughts that I knew were untrue.
I too masked my true feelings when I didn’t know what else to do.
I too wandered lonely dark roads. 
I too have scars of stories untold.
I too wanted to be loved and accepted. 
I too found myself in a world that was corrupted.
I too slowly picked at a hurt after it scabbed. 
I too ran back to the pain although it made me sad. 
I too was lost and not sure which way to go.
I too wanted the smile I wore to have an honest glow.
I too ran my fingers thru my hair and felt sick to the core.
I too wanted to believe the love that was really there. 
I too would dismiss the help people would offer.
I too hid the damage in my minds own shelter.
I too crumbled.
I too dissolved. 
I too was you a story untold. 
I too had enough.
I too had to find strength. 
I too had a dream that on it I would bank. 
I too shed tears of relief.
I too saw beauty in disbelief.
I too struggled to pick myself up. 
I too wanted to give up.
I too saw the sun rise.
I too felt my heavy eyes.
I too was once a 'you'. 

Copyright © Lisanne Hassen | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC | |

you are my dream

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

Copyright © wajeeda shaikh | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Light

How alive the light appears--
bending with the water--
sliding from points of crests;
making one wonder
if light is only above
or somewhere in depth of sea
a spirit spark swells
until it can do but one thing-surface!

This is not morning sun rising;
or moon or starlight
tempting one to dream--
it is the light that men follow...
even onto the cross...

Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016

Details | ABC | |

On the spot poem 6

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

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

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

2-6-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

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aussie day

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

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

26-1-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

moo not moon

Question not the wisdom of nine balls of socks whilst there is a Winding road. It takes a colourfully dressed cosmetically enhanced cow to chew throughout the year. Very clever too. One might also like to say that when the cow is passing it is wise never to call out cow. Instead shout hello heifer in a very happy and cheerful voice. To create the angle is to shape corners. And tarnished tinkers can talk to traders. So beware when chatting with nomads as charts can alter as paths fade but ground is often an equal course if glancing at sky patterns. Glowing going gone. Not a word from the makers. But hesitant are those mighty fins who wobble in their fish bowls. Did that Rhino sing? Great. Wondrously. Wow. Z pharmaceutical z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016