When morning breaks in shades of wine...
with claret skies to blush the dawn...
I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
for this polished, dappled day
I will wait until the sun is high, and dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........for the quest begins,
to seek my small reward
It happens slowly...
gathering reason from an untamed mind
up into the meadow where the brambles climb
twisted and tangled, through the burgandy vines
deftly my fingers, while probing the maze
will reach for wild berries.....warm from the day
thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
Finger painting my faded old jeans
Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?
I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
plucking small bits of reason and sanity
taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
feeling alive, on this wild-flowered hill
Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler,
oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
dripping like blood drops onto my chin
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine,
as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine
Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
under clouds tinged vermilion
and a red crimson sun
For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
A white dove flies gracefully across vision
Shines as transparent pieces of ivory joy
I give you a Candle of Love, for inspire and encourage you
Blown gently upon a soft warm lovely breeze
Falling slowly like a ripe apple
With sad confusion, I promise you heaven
Everything will fall into place and gives you, perfect pleasure of life
Love whispering on wings fluttering deep
It is possible to change your tomorrow, if you seek your dream today
To watch the light change i pray for your beauty to return
My arms are full of flowers, the beauty the unfathomable grace
Reborn under a promise of color inside the mist bouquet dream
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :) 11.04.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind,
we're not straining, we're not struggling,
we're not sinking, we're just fine.
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried,
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time.
Do you want me all the ways that I am?
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand.
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand,
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand.
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind,
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine.
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep.
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires,
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire.
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin,
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in.
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same,
pleading and begging for more than just a saying,
but to feel and to see that im not alone,
with being in this love thats overwhelming.
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark,
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark.
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire.
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or,
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out,
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out,
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close,
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go,
why these tears are building up behind my eyes,
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires
and it desires to be your wife.
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true,
tell my my dearest what I mean to you,
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
The Happy Field and Spring Shower
Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies
among the fragrant flowers of the field
and meandered, singing songs, along a stream.
No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail
the pure pleasure that we took
in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday.
With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket.
Later we lay looking up at clouds.
Transported to the wonderland of our imagination,
we named them fluffy mountain ranges,
bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals
until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces,
huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons.
Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly,
we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin.
We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children,
wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up.
How were we to know in the springtime of our lives
that the field and the rain from which we fled
I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth.
Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Iris sun fades and so does the day
whispers the carried in the silence of night glowing
Wishes floating on silver trails faraway
The image of your face will forever bounded to this world
Angels Brought you to me made a lightening
sparkling diamonds in the misting treasures gems so bright
Ice roses turns into a steaming jungle of quivering glass
Flashing in the distance, in the moon light
and all of its stars, that's where the angels dancing
A beautiful adventure picture sparklers on a winter night
A cold moon dressed in dark velvet
with a pearl milky white smile beams
Sparkling jewel crystal lights up
stars blinking silver awakening
warm invading darkness your light
My life has at last found its light and its hope
Soulful cries a wolf dressed in winter clothes
faraway over ocean waves
carries in a wind’s whisper sweet music dances
A magical night that will set the spirit free
Silently breathes out a puff of magic sweetly
beauty enchants warmly etching strikes
frosted fingers cracking ice deeply echoes
Striking inside bells toll warmly skipping drumbeats
bouncing of chamber walls loving tunes
Believing in your love a dream
Which enchants music of the butterflies dance
howling clouds out steaming warm sighs fluttering warmly
I closed my eyes at the end of the road
and thought of the stars
and the reason earth spins around the sun
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne- Lise Andresen :) - 28.12.2014 -
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
So far I've done everything I could possibly do this year.
I've given thorough thought to cleaning up my act.
These early-day hours have been rough-house
The storm shudders inside me are all grimy, they need tending to,
I just need to find them first.
So tired from last night,
Riding unicorns through the stars.
(No one believes me.)
Trouble is we're all blinking too fast for our own good as it is.
I've done everything I've promised to do this year, so far,
And I haven't even made the promises yet.
That's how interesting I've been lately.
You have no idea how hard it is to be this interesting.
Riding Bellyglow through the thrushes of song birds...
I probably don't know, either.
What a bucket of letters this is.
Thanks for Peking, thanks for Hong Kong.
Happy New Year.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2013
The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow
So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums , and weary of crying...
The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime
Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising!
A lekker arrival !!
Of sunkissed horizons
Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer !
Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
And keeping it near
I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here
A lekker arrival
Is speckled in sunshine
I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck!
I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss
And what could be better than this? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
Marianne laughs, she's happy,
sitting under the magnolia tree
in Saint Anton's Garden
alone, in Venus's bower
waiting for no one in particular
as the shadows of leaves
dance across her face.
Her lips break in a smile,
Runs her hands through her locks,
feels the velvety texture,
smells the perfume of her hair.
Hear dear Marianne's laughter,
the happiness is always there,
come sun or rain, spring or fall
I marvel at her flair.
A lark flies by, she sees it not,
she knows its flight
she laughs in happiness
Marianne is blind.
25 January 2016
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
They were the warm tears that cool down
when they touch the pillow,
making a miniature puddle of memories
that can only be described as that.
They can’t be described as events
that could lead into something else
because you’re leaving,
and without you, there’s nothing else.
Nothing else to say, do, make, or plan,
All happy memories, no doubt,
but what’s a happy memory
compared to a heartbroken now?
It doesn’t matter that it’s ending,
because everything eventually ends,
but it matters, no, it hurts,
because we can’t do anything about it.
It’s out of our control.
We were building up so strongly, only to be shaken down
by the seismic force of different lives,
you in Virginia, and I in Tennessee.
But the vile moon rises all the same,
and shines on me,
as I lie in a puddle of memories.
Copyright © Brenden Taylor | Year Posted 2010
Co-authored by: Teddy Kimathi
Sometimes I find bliss
lying on a carpet of grass,
and gazing at the moon -
wondering whether it knows
that stars surround it every time;
wondering whether it knows some
people have worshiped it for eons
wondering whether it knows I'm
staring at it......
Entrapped by beauty
enslaved to everlasting solitude
ages come and go
the peace of time remains; to the
--desolate surface of the barren night
wondering whether it knows,
I'm mesmerized by its natural state
with Solace to the open mind
my spirit that of a recluse
Wondering whether it knows
the silent open sky is the enigma
emerging from beyond, finding bliss,
wondering whether it knows I'm
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015
Letting go of all the space in between
A theme, that use to be
Long gone before I woke
Sadly Today's my birthday
So here I am singing a song
Happy Birthday to myself
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
. *ANDREA D.*
. Happy Birthday
To the most wonderful poet on poetry soup
Enjoying everyone, no matter their age group
I bring to you September 5th Birthday scoop
Andrea D, you're classic like Miss Betty Boop
Unstoppable poetry hula hoop
I desire to take this time to dish out a cute birthday rhyme
Relax, enjoy the glitter & streamers - as if sipping fine wine
All candles points to you, like Uncle Sam
Don't mind me expressing myself like Sam I am!
Would you!" Could you!" Have yourself a Birth Day Jam!
This is the part where my mini spam-in gets cute
I wish you the best birthday sending you a salute
Birthday cake made made out of forbidden fruit
Straw-burst candy and smiles for everyone
Celebrate the day you were born wearing your birthday suit
Enjoy your day, as if you won a shopping spree
Enjoy your day, full of birthday potpourri
Enjoy your day, with your friends and family
Enjoy your day, with sweetness like honey from a bee
Better yet Andrea D
HAPPY! Happy Birth Day To You, ANDREA D!
Wishing you the best, a birthday can bring
Rising to the birthday song, our beautiful Birthday Queen
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREA, FROM ALL of us HERE at THE SOUP!
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
Let go of all the worries in your mind
Be free from the melancholy chains of life
Admire the wonders around you and smile
Feel the joy of the sun, the moon and the stars
Lift your spirits and revel in the exuberance of life
Sleep under a million stars and watch the sun rise
Feel the ecstasy of your lovers embrace and kiss
See how the child's innocent eyes glow with delight
Lose yourself in magnificent scenery,
dance like nobody is watching or judging
Happiness costs nothing and is an addictive sensation,
so intoxicate yourself with laughter and be happy
8 September 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.
A room full of mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
Love is everyday,everywhere,anytime I whisper sweet secrets in your ear
It is not wanting to be anywhere without you not being there
Love is more than a feeling ,where emotion is only a companion
It is a repeated choice to commit,to devote,my time and myself
It is a monsoon of strength which goes way beyond buttered words
It goes to moments where at my weakest,my morals won't fail you
love begins when the honeymoon ends.
It is about still yearning to hold you after a sweaty fight
It is about looking into your eyes and wanting your child
Love is not about flowers or chocolates,nor valentine
It is about feeling helplessly crazy about you
Giving you space,yet knowing you'll always be mine
Love is not about fairytales and a happily ever after
It is about sharing our sorrows and laughter
Love is being there through sickness and health
blissed moments and wealth,through heartbreak and pain
Its knowing I'll find you,Its knowing you'd find me
over and over and over again.
Happy Valentine's day,everyday!!!
Dedicated to my husband...
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015
And flowers wilt.
And flowers fade.
The eternity is only in me-
The twig that bears the flowers.
Sparrows are born
And sparrows die.
And brighten the sky.
That who nurtures sparrows is me-
A cozy make of a twig upon a twig.
The sun fades
And moon is born.
The twilight blurs
And moonlight spreads.
All the soothing moonlight beams are me-
A crisscross of unfathomed twigs.
Whether in its birth
Or in its death;
In the heart
Of its heart;
The entire beauty is none but one-
A design of mysterious twigs.
Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013
You were born the day your mother stopped being pregnant
With an amazing balance of sun and stars
Life's arrival there is what you are destined for
Today is a perfect day to tell you that you are a wonderful friend
You know what I like about you? Your smile, hugs, love and care
You always come with encouragement, not all angels have wings visible
You grow up strong with the wind and the bird's song
Except that now you examine landscapes the longed for tidal wave
When the sun had slipped behind the hills you're thinking what's next
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR LEONORA !!!!!!!!
04.10.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Let me run again,
through the tall, amber grass,
where sunbeams slope like stairways,
and where tomorrow waits,
at the top of the stairs.
1/8/15 For the contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud "Somewhere"
By Carrie Richards (30 syllables)
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
The first meeting is like sweetness ....
words just melt with magic
It's like enchanting winds
blowing among the trees in the forest
singing in the bay one song
music of ocean waves dance with joy
in the sun's last blush
blowing a trumpet happy birthday
may happiness warmly hold your heart
on this your special day
Poem from Liam McDaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
October 14, 2015
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
It’s joyous, warm, makes you feel good inside
Being the recipient of a genuine, contagious smile
Hitting you like a blast a display of happy emotion
It travels beyond the mouth, reaching to the eyes
You know when it's real because you hear it by sound
And you seek it out because you want to be found
By the travelling happy smile on a merry go round
A gift to be collected and treasured to the core
Because a warm loving smile can be hard to find
Copyright © Shaz Cheesman | Year Posted 2012
Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.
Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.
We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.
Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.
© September 11, 2015
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015
I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.
So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let us not become animalistic’
I can’t drown – there’s no water
I can’t choose darkness – no light
I break my back- hospital full of counterfeits- bills left to pay
Work, work, work- greedy employers- overtime, what overtime?-
don’t bother them with linguistics
I fall asleep, dream in a loop- even my fantasies have become realistic
DON’T tell me it’s going to be okay- I’m not idealistic
And yet…something happens when I hit the poetic scene
There he is encouraging others, commenting on poems
Reaching out to new poets and just being optimistic
His words flow so fluidly, so joyously-tears prick my eyes
Gentle words, humorous words- my heart constricts
My face muscles contract
This feeling I get when I read his words is so foreign…
I wreck my brain trying to solve the mystery
Suddenly, my head bobs
My heart expands
My muscles relax
My mouth curves – it is called a smile
Your words are my balm – your goodness my hope –
your encouraging others my optimism
It is through you that I smile
so please try not to be sad.
Dedicated to Richard Lamoureux, he who makes me smile.
Copyright © Vicky Tsiluma | Year Posted 2013
Sometimes I laugh while reading in the library
Sometimes librarians come over and tell me to be quiet
Sometimes they ask if everything is okay
And always always I answer "yes"
Copyright © Brooks Lindberg | Year Posted 2014
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
Everyone is an island everynow and then
and everynow and then I am an island too
till... I see the first flower of Spring blooming in my garden
I hear the little bluebird singing on my porch
I feel the warmth of the sun melting on my skin
till...I watch the floating clouds pass by almost like candyfloss
I hear my neighbour saying hello as she walks her dog
I smell the fresh air,and hear my own breath mingle inside me
I look around and feel serenity just being in the moment
Cos for just a moment I can think,for just a moment I gaze in the celestiene sky
to find the most colourful rainbow arching my own soul
And peace surrounds my heart,knowing how lucky I am to be here
how precious i must be through the eyes of my Creator
to bless me in such ways,to give me all these treasures
So happy I am today ,so happy for each dawn and every sunset
for each breeze ,every star and rising moon ,for each child yet to be born,
for every dream and wish which falls and carve the multi hued soft silken sand
So happy I am for all that was is and ever will be
So joyful this silence within me as I walk by the shore
so close to the sea which wafts and splash gently on my toes
so happy to feel like the first leaf at fall,alone but never alone
So joyful in knowing ....Life is beautiful.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!
Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013
Happy birthday, Mom
I wonder how many years have passed by
Since I gave you my first tenuous smile
Since you steadied my first faltering step
Since the first time I called you "Mommy"
You are the place I came from
You are my first home
You are an angel in human form
Who lives inside my laughter
And crystallized in my every tear drop
I want to thank you
For your heart, faith and hope
For teaching me right from wrong
For your tender care and warm hugs
For all your steadfast love
For filling my days with rainbow lights
For all the times we have shared
For always being there in my time of need
For helping me deal with life's stresses
For helping me accept my defeats
For everything you have done
For you made me a woman I am
One birthday after another
They seem faster each year
I just want you to know that
The years you devoted to me,
You can trust, were worthwhile.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
You are the best Mom a daughter could have.
~For my Mom's B'day @July 12
Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013
Through the screen door her eyes rose with mine
feverishly I rehearsed each romantic word in my mind
caught in a tongue tie still desperately I searched
luckily for me the spring flowers had just birthed
along the leading pathway to the doorway of dreams
I turned for one moment falling to my knees
plucked nine white roses setting them at her feet
still without a word sweat streaming down in beads
I caught my first breath and quickly ran away.....
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2013
My house is not always a happy home .
Journee’s we all take – from time to time -
take me into thoughts travelling on roads to the past,
where I walk with ghosts, that sometimes haunt,
along with spirits that fly – free – into the sublime.
Both sojourn with me to places where dreams,
nightmares find refuge, incubate, where they be
- the facts of life – one carries with them to the end.
For sanity to survive, one must make both friend.
Unlike most else in life, they are with us forever,
even if we burry, no longer see them in the light of day.
Like most else that moves on, they will not fade away,
just hide in dark corners of our house until night key
comes to unlock the subconscious, set the ghosts free.
That is the nature of the psychological, mind game
that human nature - the gods – have ingrained in you and me
and that is what ties us together as one, in there, we are the same.
B. J. “A” 2
August 22nd 2004
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014