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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 | Free verse | |

Black Bird and Midnight Butterfly

There she sits, a "Black Bird on a wire"
On wings repose "she sings of light"
 "Broken People" gather beneath her 
People who have seen the "Faces of Storm"
Accused, Yet "guilty of innocence"
I become an "Unaware Witness"
"Forever by your side" I will remain
Perhaps you can teach me "the art of understanding"
For you let the "Butterfly Rise" with grace
One of many "miraculous secrets"
After all these years "I am still waiting"
Searching for answers "behind cryptic doors"

I sit in the silence of "Solitude's Embrace"
Leaving me with more "Observations of ponder"
The dark was such a "Seductive Predator"
Why do I feel alone, is it a symptom of "my lacking"?
You my dear Blackbird- you are "Prettiness Defined"
"The Sowing" yours, it defines you.
"Yesterday you were my Garden"
Together we discussed many "painstaking views" 
I remember taking a breath, "bewildered of all you emanate"
"Black Bird on a wire" tell me your secrets!
As I look into your eyes, our "hearts converse"
"I want to know" am I really here?
A"Midnight Butterfly" Beating my wings for you
"Make Love to Me"

Let us fly to the sky, "Discovering Forever"
On our way to "a reachable happiness".


It is done!

Thanks to those who contributed

Mystic Rose
Kim Patrice Nunez
John Lawless
Jan Allison
Broken Wings
M.L. Kiser
Rotten Apple
Catie Lindsey
Debbie Guzzi
Eve Roper
Yanny Widjanarko
Cecilia Macfarlane
Tim Smith
FJ Thomas
Casarah Nance (special honor, part of title!)
Peter Duggan
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Julia Ward
Eileen Manassian 

Eileen sent a soup mail with her title "Make Love to Me".
Our Queen of Passion was trying to stump me.:0)
I think it adds a bit of ooh la la!






Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC | |

Baptism by fire

He squealed,
Like a pig in heat
Praising God for he believed

He sat, 2 years old 
And he looked at the lord
Drew an angels breath
Swatted a toy
A bird that could not fly
Meant for another mans eye


Gramp's died 
took a colorado bound plane
in the seat pocket in front
was a small toy ostrich
I shoved it deep into my pocket
I could not say why

When I got home
a sickness ensued
with pink cottage cheese chunks
Filled up the sink
and i withered in pain

He died
It came
on the window pane

it was white like a ghost
did not appear on french toast
it was like a laser etching
awoke to the bird symbol awakening


and i had that toy
same exact size
and this symbol on the window
with every feather perfectly detailed
could be traced from the toy to the window
difference was that the tail was composed many fine, white, smooth flowing, intermingling lines
translucent, and seen best by brightest daylight

I thought it was condensation
that it would fade away
but it remained
©

Copyright © Sir William | Year Posted 2016

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 | Free verse | |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade | |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Chinese New Year

Red envelope
Bursting with luck
Dragons dancing in the street

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

The Tide of the Maelstrom

From seas of green, to darkened woe
The winds do blow the grief
In Maelstrom's tide, to havens low
We waken death from sleep

Harkened to the evening star
The evil calls the foe
Into the tide of the Maelstrom
Into the deep below 

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken
Into the whirlpool's heart 

The moon will shine from up above 
Till darkness ends the light
The moaning mist of deadened love
The sad, lost wings of flight 

Demon waters drown the glee
Of all remaining hope 
The gift to hear, the gift to see
Left us long ago

Dark haven, cruel Raven
Where shall you then depart?
The whole ship has sunken 
Into the whirlpool's heart 

Dark haven, cruel Raven!
Where shall you fall tonight?
The whole world is shaken
In Maelstrom's sick delight 

6/17/13
-experimenting on this verse; 
trying to make a four part 
acapella...wish me luck!!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

The Silent Lamb

The silent bell rings in the night,
Calling the devils to kneel to the light,
What once was, becomes no more,
As the light breaks through the open door.

What you think and what you feel,
What you saw and thought was real,
Is now only dust on the road,
The desolate remains of your ancient abode.

The new light is rising on the hill,
The new song is singing down in the well,
The new souls are dreaming of your face,
The new hearts are beating at you pace.

The old ideas and reasons you gave,
Are buried in the tomb and in the grave,
The rotting bone and flesh are gone,
In the morning dew, in the morning sun.

The light shines through the open door,
Casts no shadow on the old dirty floor,
The ancient laws of reason and might,
Crumble to dust in the morning light.

What once was real and certain as rock,
Is now the dream the baby forgot,
The new light coming to wake you my love,
The silent lamb and the flying dove.

more of my poems at :
http://labyrinthoflies.com

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Bear

Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Acrostic | |

The Final God

The last survivor of the human race
Depicting General
Master and genius
Night time
Food alert
Dangerous flying
Nightly heavens
Packed ditch
Troy surrenders
Zeus is more
Gandhi falls
Hunger of a nation
When the time comes
General heat
To fly
For five hundred parts

Copyright © Moses Samandar | Year Posted 2014

Details | Abecedarian | |

My wife

If only I had a wife
I would hate my life
I couldn't imagine staying with someone forever
Unless their clever
I sort of wish I could buy my mom's husband a ring
But it wouldn't fit because he had a bee sting
Now i'm out here searching for my love
To bad all I found was a stupid hot dove
I was about to drink some coffee 
but instead I got some toffee
They are basically the same thing
Then I decided to start to sing
It pretty much sucked
Someone threw a tomato, I ducked
I wish everyone was single
Then I could share my pringles
With anyone I wish
But to bad I'm married
Not anymore though, my wife was just buried.

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

our aggression

 Our Aggression 
We`re going out today for a drive, but it was cold and I was 
thinking what had happened to a small town somewhere afar 
and the nature around the town was flat sullen yet silky, but
 it was home for people of peace and young laughter. 
Few people ventured out but sat in their yard in the evening 
now that the town was in the grip of fanatical criminals. 
A few places were open, though, two cafes where men could 
drink coffee but not smoke, cigarettes and waterpipes had
 been outlawed, a sandy field where the young dreamed
 how to get away from this dangerous town drowning in fear
and paralyzing inertia
 No had heard a thing before bombs started falling killing everyone 
 inside the cinema, low flying helicopters came and shot at 
everything that moved, suddenly they left like shadows as
moonless night across a landscape not unlike the Dead Sea.
 Over 500 hundred people were killed mostly civilian and no 
Paris sympathy for them.  
The western world had again conducted a mass murder in the name 
of stopping terrorists. I sit by the fire and wonder why it that we in 
the West thinks it has the right to start wars as we please and why 
is it we so willingly follow demagogues and aggressors where they 
go down the road of ruins, death and suffering, proudly we wear
 their medals, ribbons and we are oblivious to its ghastly irony. 
We wrap us up in patriotic flags; dissent will not be tolerated we are 
so perverted we do not see we are wrapped in a shroud.
 

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

I'll Thank God In My Own Way

I’ll Thank Her In My Own Way

I really cannot just believe
Always me, I must conceive
What is written in my soul
As I let life make me whole
I won’t believe what people say
I’ll turn my head the other way
As I just take a look within
And see what lies behind my din

I look up at deep blue sky
I’ll look around where beauty lies
Hear the sweet birds sing their song
It’s in their world that I belong
Where river flow, and flowers glow
When I see all this, I know
That God is here and will be always
I feel her sweet love every day

So I will sing my song of love
Watch the stars that shine above
I will not kneel, I will not pray
I’ll thank her in my special way
I’ll let my smile light up, and glow
And with my joy I’ll let her know
That I have faith in all she is
As I live my life in total bliss

11 January 2016

Copyright © peter duggan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Classicism | |

Bath Time

For some reason I have to get cleaned up
My mom's trying to clean me like i'm some dang pup
She puts shampoo all over my head
"You're a dirty boy" She always said
I have to take a bath every day
I only take a shower once, and that's in may
The water's warm and the room is cold
If I want to get out I have to be bold
I step out and I'm freezing 
I think I caught a cold, now I'm sneezing
I swear I smelled like a flower
But I hate flowers so now I have to go take another shower
This time I used man soap
This time there was hope
Finally Im clean
My mom smacked me and I said that she was mean
then I went outside and got in the mud 
I guess I have to take another bath bud

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

tiger barm cakes

Always drip the sauce delicately over a tiger barm. Creases are crevasses. Don't look up or down then. Falling is not a fail or a cross. It is purely the pulling of carts over many many miles and many moons can be marked on a stick to the sky. Trees can float past at great speeds. How marvellous. How enchanting. How beautiful. And I would like a fully working pig that oinks. Not quacks. Or moos. Or baas. Pecking is the forte forte of a chicken. But watch out. For if they belch the ground shakes so much that the sky falls in. Lemon peel can be utilised for strong sails. And a biscuit can be recycled to create a sturdy helm. Leaning on the stock is very very good. But stockings made from iron are very very heavy. And too militarized. When and if a seagull comes to visit. Dress it up in a nice fashion. Complete with a smart round hat. Ignore the phone calls from wind tunnels. They are a waste of time. And zero waste is like watching salmon paste drying in a hole. Savouring sweeping swooshing seeking stem. And a mild mannered imaginative hawk on a jetty. Having a snooze. Wake not a walk. Behave appropriately with a bean burger. Xxx bounce xxx book xxx circular charismatic calibration circus circles. Xxx meteorological xxx ha moon xx x under pin. Xxx nautical cuckoo xxxx z. And now all balance on trapezes thousands of feet above. Xxx ha ha ha xxxxx. 93% of a dramatic performance xxxx. Vibrational xxx. Cake. Z.

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Crown of Sonnets | |

Crows can be hot

Man out of all the animals crows are the hottest
Most are shy, but crows aren't modest
It slowly checks me out as it flies
I smile at it as I wink my eyes
Finally it lands in my tree
come down to me, I plea
I wish to pet it's beautiful feather
I'll do this in any type of weather
The crow only comes to me at midnight
then we make out till the morning light
It doesn't speak much, but it doesn't have to
When we're together, our love holds true
Only if it could live longer than five years
But it ended up getting mauled by three bears
Oh how I miss that sexy crow
People told me we were good together, this I already know
I cry myself to sleep
It's body I had stuffed and this i'll keep
I guess crows can be hot
One time, together, we smoked pot

Copyright © Sloppy Joe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

With Your Two Eyes

With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide
Few days when I come to speak to you
On coming in front of you
I think that a look is enough and so
I move away without talking to you
That which both the eyes write,
A colorful poem, is love,
There is no word, no sound in it,
It is possible to read it even in silence.
Neither is it night nor is it day,
Will I be able to spend such time with you,
Which prevent us from being touched and from touching each,
Will such distances be reduced at that time.
I wish to lean on your lap,
On the other hand something prevents me from doing so,
This is a story which I have not yet told anyone else.
With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide
A place where waves don't reach and the wind does not blow,
My heart being such a place how did you enter it,
Not the body but something else which does not have any form,
Like God you came and mixed yourself with me.
Today I don't have any other thought in me other than you
Now onward my soul is not mine
Even death is not a barrier for me to live with you.
That which both the eyes write,
A colorful poem, is love,
There is no word, no sound in it,
It is possible to read it even in silence.
Few days when I come to speak to you
On coming in front of you
I think that a look is enough and so
I move away without talking to you
With your two eyes, with your two eyes,
You tied me and pulled me
With a small smile, a naughty smile,
You pushed me away and ran to hide

Copyright © Ankur Mazumder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Animals on a Posh Street

Oh you
Maker of this golden street
You must know
It does not matter
Whether one follows
Or Leads
But them all Shit
On your good deeds 
Whenever, they are on
Your golden street.

Copyright © Naseer Ahmed | Year Posted 2016