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Details | Narrative | |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
green?
Which way are we 
heading?
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
continuously.
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
blind.
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
thing.
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
integrity.
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Land?
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
unproductive.
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
throng 
along.
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 
change!



Note: 
This 
is 
poem 
full 
of 
Nigeria 
political
 angst.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Don't Try It

A single kiss from thy lovely lips,
so sweet and so divine,
yet I taste posion upon your tongue.

Your beauty so glorious,
like a blooming rose so beautiful,
yet, why do mine eyes go blind
in the sight that you walk along with another?

Yes you, walk with another,
arm under arm,
lips touching lips in romantic kisses,
it makes my blood boil,
for mine lips are dry.

For mine eyes have seen your glory,
yet no one here listens to my story.
You are evil, yes you are,
don't try to deny,
Listen to a man of experience,
you might as well save some expense.

I write of our long romantic walks
we took together, under the shade of olive trees,
how we went apple picking in autumn time,
and made love in the foyer.

Nomore of that sweet and passionate love,
nomore silent kisses in the night,
when the wind blows hard against the branches,
that tape violently on my windowpane. 
Nomore somber tears shed, when you got sick,
and nomore warm embraces when you shed tears of betrayal.

Betrayal now is a game played by a fool,
such as I,
to think I'd have a happy life with you?
Huh, only a fool would think such a thing,
but now I sit, looking at the foyer,
where we once made sweet, passionate love,
nomore will that foyer be filled with exotic pleasure.
Nomore will you be filled with smiles and exotic pleasure.
I've done my job, as a good man shall do,
now pack your things and get of my stage,
the spotlight yawns for anew,
and the audience grows tired and restless of you.

Now I live life anew,
you too shall see life in new eyes,
walking hand and hand with the blond, blue eyed devil
you call your own.
Shall he take one kiss from your lips,
and die of the posion he tastes on your tongue,
shall he go blind, when he sees your true, black beauty?
He will see the ugly soul, covered up by white rags,
and cheap makeup,
and then he will come to me,
and shake my hand in condolence
and say, "You were right!"

Now you are all alone,
looking for another, as you did many times before,
Now you are alone, walking an open road,
spying on another,
fear of being alone.
Now, you see when you play games with a good man's emotions,
don't try it,
because a good man is not meant to be toyed with.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay


Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here,
all by myself,
looking at a reflection that I do not recall.
I see a face looking back at me,
a twin,
but not my twin,
no I see a pale face,
I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown
I see all the negative.
I see fear,
I see nothing.

I am sitting alone,
in my room
white walls surround me.
I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance,
and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways.
I can even the crying and wailing of sirens
blazing down the avenues,
"Where is the fire, folks!?"

The wind blows through my window,
moving the blinds back and forth,
and I sit there alone,
smiling and singing a little.
Sitting there alone,
peaceful and tired
wanting to rest my head,
but scared too face the nightmares.
Too hear the voices of the dead
call out my name.
And I sit there alone
thinking of what once was,
beauty and harmony nomore
in my trial of certainty.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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Goodnight

Is life worth a try?
Would I be living a lie?
If I smile, would it break?
If I laugh, would it be fake?
I see the tears from the sky and me
See how self doubting I can be
The feeling of damp grass
The moment that's bound to last
The ways I could wash away
All the people who have gone astray 
Is it me to blame?
When can my feelings be tame?
Why is this world so dark?
When can I actually make a mark?
The tears all fall down
Ive been given a permanent frown 
Standing out is not a choice
Cant risk screaming with my voice
The sky is now dark blue
How many insults were true?
I wish I could be pure
They all hate me, I'm sure 
All eyes watch me every move
So much that i want to prove
why do i still put up a fight?
Why shouldn't i just say goodnight?
i don't have anyone to miss
could death give me a dark ending kiss?
Is there a reason for me to be here?
I all i can feel is numbing fear
I just want to feel the sun shine
To feel happiness throughout my spine
But that is just a dream
That will float away with my desperate scream
Help is the word i always say
I ask for it everyday
And what do i get?
I pile full of regret
I think it's time
To end my faith, my suffering, my rhyme

Copyright © LIfe Taken The Wrong Way | Year Posted 2013

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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I'm sorry Grace my love

         I’m sorry Grace my love
December 14, 2015 
   All these years I never said I was sorry  all these f up years I  allowed you to suffer and suffocate in there instead of my flaws  it’s been 18 years  since you went to prison for my actions 18 long  years that you rot in hell for me because of me do you know what I did in these Goddamn  streets  do you I killed a lot with my bare bloody hands  since I was 12 I betrayed a lot of people that I murdered. My family hates me you hate me and I hate myself and  I feel disgrace about my actions and my morals that I didn’t accept the responsibility for it not even once or more I haven’t visited you  in prison not even once I told  you that I’m sorry or wrote you a letter you have  every  right to not forgive me , I ruined your damn life my soul is ripped like a devil in the ground  not giving a  damn about none  of these ungrateful worthless human sons of bitches  and myself. I am a God I always was my own God out here killing everybody even when I was In the army in Vietnam  I killed and  decapitated lots of bodies and ate them  and  I loved it sometimes I feel that  you got to kill to live and I did lived . You deserve better Grace. I’m such an arrogant prick   a loser a killer God that doesn’t accept his morals but allowed someone to take the blame and I just ran away from my problems. Being a killer is what I do and I can’t change the past or the   present   .   When I see you again next week for the first time in years I just want to come up to you and hug you and kiss you and cry to say that I’m sorry Grace that you took the bid for me but I promise to you that I’m done killing , I’m done smelling the awful bloody corpse’s all I want is to be better and live again I don’t want to feel like some fucking  cage tame  lion animal that can’t stop killing  but I will always be  a God and  lastly will always be your O thy Romeo smooth handsome lover I love you Grace and I see you soon
Sincerely your man Terrence Benjamin 

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

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See No Evil - Only Love - Ten Word Challenge


Halcyon hours hugging a sensuous sun, Statuesque Sunflower sees no evil one. Despite vapid jealousy and his cynical laughter, Dancing a crepuscular collaboration around her, The exuberant flower sees no sombre shadow In this opulent and sonorous image fools follow. Ignoring his visceral anger and belligerence, Observing only the pleasant penumbra of ignorance, A desultory life with a stark and bitter view, she’ll meet With a blinding love, 'til he’s exemplary and sweet. 29th January 2016 "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" contest, by Silent One, using the following ten words: Crepuscular, Desultory, Exuberant, Halcyon, Visceral, Cynical, Sonorous, Penumbra, Opulent, Jealousy

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

1937

Madrid it is a hot and sad place.
Filled once with music and pretty women
now filled with bombs blasting on street corners
and old women hovering over their dead husbands.
Madrid was once a place of love and culture.
Love was full through every hotel lobby
to every small cafe, love was all around.
Now, nothing but abandoded buildings
inhabited by rats and broken dreams.
The hotel lobbies once home to rich folk in tuxedos
drinking expensive champagne and dancing,
now filled with young boys bleeding from bullet wounds
and burn't to the bone.
Madrid once a home to life
now a home to death and war.
Fellow Spaniard fighting fellow Spaniard
in a Civil War between life and greed.
Life was all good and well
till 1937 came around.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Of A Child

My child, lost in the clutches of the Evil One -
believing that you must be the Evil Son; 
Oh my child, my pure white heart breaks.

I look at you, caught
in your dark and solitary prison;
enslaved by a power too dark and too large for you
clawing at the walls of your soul.

I see you from my alabaster fortress, 
from my righteous inheritance,
from my holy estate.

Poor disheveled bastard - 
lying in society's gutter screaming
nobody seeing your soul
abandonment sealing your fate;

I attempt to shift my gaze
to something beautiful in my heavenly realm,
only to hear you weeping of a broken life
and crying of a broken heart.

My gaze is fixed upon your predicament;
I am caught in a moment of my Father's love
and it catches me unaware;
I was once in that gutter there.

Copyright © Heidi Boardman | Year Posted 2008

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Pursuit of the Truth

Past all the worldly abominations
And plans for eternal domination
On earth, engulfed in total disarray
A plea comes for chaos, now in decay.
The pursuit of the truth stands long and stout
To relinquish the grasp of hatred's plan
To bring a halt to evil's plan, a drought.
Now the immaculate rise has began.
Jealousy, corruption, greed, pride, and lust
Are factors bringing about the demise
To this world. These sins create much disgust
Too much more of it, and hell wins its prize
Of taking superfluous groups of man,
And ruling them to final damnation.
Have no fear, a luminous light appears
Commencing to change the evil being's gears.
Humans, as nature, are this evil brute.
Trashing Endlessly to fight the darkness.
But the answer, the pursuit of the truth,
Will come to suppress it with much success.

Copyright © Matthew Williams | Year Posted 2006

Details | Ballade | |

sad to say

I fill for the parents as they dry there tears,
another husband,boyfriend, or offender ended young years,
every day a father holds a mother as she cries for they lost a child,
another day searching for the missing covering miles,

Welcome to the world out side,
no where is safe and there is no where to hide,
you teach them, tell them all that is evil and wrong,
now you sit trying to find the right funeral service song,
you as parents did nothing wrong and your kids they did evry thing right,
it was all evil that took an innocent life that night,

The war over sea's has left many to cry,
but back home it seams more and more of our young die,
there live's taken to soon by the worlds trash,
we live love and forgive now memories are all we have,
the news will move on to another missing child,
2,6,10,14,23 they only remember them for a while,
but me my heart won't heal for every time another child dies,
my heart rips as I watch grieving parents cry.

Copyright © michael romero | Year Posted 2007

Details | Acrostic | |

Far Beyond Deception

These candles wont stay lit for long pretty soon the world wont be so strong, do 
you hear my hate for you can you see my evil intentions shine through is this the 
torment that i expect from you to lay a shotgun in front of me as testament to your 
disdain for me. You want to see me die in vain clip my wings so i cant discover 
how to fly you think that hurts me enough to cry it only makes revenge more 
sweeter. Break me if you want my demon beside me will never walk cover me in 
what use to be the death of man i promise on the thirty first day i will arise new 
with a gift for you. Deceive me for years your will was thrown to me now you have 
created the monster that stands before you suffering i adore you i lay down at 
your feet as god you give me strength. I am not alone chaos in your name 
insanity is our game hold me in your evil arms kiss me with your filthy lips horned 
angel they tried to kill us but they will pay, they will all fear my rage the age of pain 
is near raise up and wash off this caring veneer.

Cole Hodson (c)

Copyright © Cole Beck | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

Wounded by evil

You come to me, - wounded.
Pain shows within those darkened eyes,
that natural fire for life dampened.
I reach to you,
crane my neck to whisper -
sweet serenities unto your ear.

I gently soothe your skin,
listening, I take on board all you say.
I do not judge for I am not -
the mighty one! 
The one who comes in strength and power in spirit.
I am friend of conscience -  

No I am quieter, 
the essence of soul within.
I'm a friend that stands strong 
with your inner being;
that knows the real you
and how resolute you can be.

I am one who knows you can conquer
even the highest of mountains;
for not all people are the same.
Then how much more shall you be blessed
as you walk with strength, in light knowing 
how much more love and kindness can defy all evils.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009