Cross eyed woman had a nasty fall
after running into a brick wall
she was hit over the head
with a big loaf of bread
while trying to play basketball.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
A life, years before, had begun,
Now … nearly over and done
Down a lane
Just to obtain
Life’s irrepressible lesson.
‘T is not what we have possessed
That left us so wonderfully blessed
Nor was it beauty,
Nor sense of duty
But how our life’s been assessed.
‘T was treatment of mankind and kin …
The love we expressed from within
To those we met,
And without regret
Would happily do it again.
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014
Long ago in Booville lived a Doo
Doo had a friend named Rue-Foo
Rue-Foo was obsessed with candy
But he was never handy
Then Rue-Foo found a mooing Phu-boo
Copyright © Mia Harris | Year Posted 2013
Too much of this bitching and crying
When poetry is purely about trying
Toys thrown out of the pram
Simply who gives a damn
Or is it simply lies underlying
Memories from another poetry site, hence why I'm here!
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015
What happened to my inspiration
Is causing me great perspiration
My mind is a blank
No one can I thank
For my creative hibernation
© 2013 Rick Zablocki
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
Through the most simple of things, such as a bed time or favorite music
I've defined myself - one who knows an answer, but will not use it
One who soars with a mind of chaos, with both feet remaining still
Walking and learning with the normal, with a mind completely ill.
When desks transformed into prison cells, wise words left unspoken
The label for my knowledge remained, a pale grey, yet unbroken
Defined by numbers I'd glued to my brain, while never knowing why
I'd been imprisoned in a classroom - my mind floating with the sky.
Soon scholars transformed to prisoners while bandits became the brains
Impossible dreams and visions lived, through those they called insane
My vision burned with eyes shut, as imagination fed the flame
From then perception altered greatly while my eyes remained the same.
A bed time - at first a rule to live by, now signals my dreaming
A simple song - once a background, now the heart of my breathing
One who used to shed tears over reality, I now smiled
Dreams distort the reality of one whose heart becomes wild.
Copyright © Krystyna Hrodz | Year Posted 2014
This idol, this man holds a place in my heart.
He speaks of Ziggy Star Dust and Major Tom, so I don't know were to start.
He played as a king of a goblin land.
Watching and listening to him makes me crumble like sand.
David Bowie s melodies and performances are genuinely an art.
Copyright © Marisa Moynihan | Year Posted 2013
Written by: Shannon Deane
Written: June 21st. 2011
If you can find me, you'll know where I am
Face in a book, quiet as a lamb
Matter not where I sit down
If I look like a clown
Writing for self preservation I am
Waiting for my star to shine
For the world to know those words are mine
Two rainbows for luck
Praying I don't really suck
Sometime soon everything will turn out fine
I find inspiration in many ways
Writing till the end of my days
The stars will align
Masterpieces never only a phase
Copyright © Shannon Deane | Year Posted 2011
Whenever they travelled in front
The Ark Of Covenant did confront
The kept it well lit
And that was just fit
Only some to God could talk'd affront.
Dorian Petersen Potter
September, 8, 2014
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014
Valentine Limerick- for DW
As I shared all my poetic emotions with you,
Change of inspiring avatar was a blunt in the blue,
Broken heart spurns to beat,
Misconstrues your intent of deceit,
To the flightless birds, can you bid adieu ??
Written Feb 17th, 2015
For contest by SKAT A
Awarded 8th place
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2015
The most amazing thing
When u make one soul
Smile from deep of heart
With no attention
Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013
I told my mother Quran Hadith both
I’ll read everyday, it’s my oath
Timely read and write
Not quarrel fight
Allah! You do my works all easy and smooth.
Copyright © Mansur Aziz | Year Posted 2013
The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.
Copyright © Sandy Tadros | Year Posted 2015
Dr. James E. Martin
There is a way to succeed
If simple instructions you heed.
Don’t ever time squander,
From right paths don’t wander,
And never be caught up in greed!
Copyright © DrJim Martin | Year Posted 2013
A spoonful of sugar makes your calories go up
You just really need to forget how damn much
Forget your waistline
You're lookin' just fine
An extra fifty pounds is just a wee touch
© Jack Ellison 2015
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015
The Vice I Love
'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I hardly can wait
to keep my sweet date -
I bounce out of bed and then take
my flashlight with me to the fridge
to bring Irish creme - just a smidge -
to my special place -
a real quiet space
where I and my date can abridge
the writes that I worked on that day
and so, with my muse and her stay,
with sips of our drink
we each share a wink
and fine-tune my poems right away.
An hour or so and we' are done
I'm bleary, but still it was fun!
That sweet Irish creme
will help me to dream!
And now back to sleep, wait for sun.
So this is the vice that I love -
which I find it hard to rid of.
It works every time
to fix meter, rhyme -
me, Baileys and muse up above!
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: A Vice You Love
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
He staggers and stumbles all around
on the floor, his underwear I found
he laughed hard, then fell down
I'm speechless, not a sound
mooned me, from beneath my wedding gown.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
I haven't penned one of these for a long while. Believe it or not, I had a hard time trying to think of what to write.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
Stuff lurks down deep, from past experience
Heaven knows I'm known for great resilience
When moments of panic
Turn me absolutely frantic
I rely on rhymes, mysterious and sapience
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
You ask why I'm here on this site.
I'll tell of my harrowing plight.
Just one year ago,
my poor muse was slow,
so near death it gave me a fright.
I cried, "How much worse can things get?"
Then browsing one day on the Net,
I found the great Soup.
I'm back in the loop.
I've joined, and I have no regret.
I'm challenged by prompts to convey
my feelings and dreams every day.
The Soupers inspire.
I do so admire
this site. I have now found my way.
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2015
Semaj and his American dove
Doing things they so dearly love
Writing co-writes together
As they lie in the heather
They fit like a finger inside a glove
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
This girl I've met so lively and sweet
She looked at my eyes and made me sweat
All night I dream of her,
this burden - that I bear
makes me mad that pushed me to eating
Copyright © Michael Hilario | Year Posted 2015
I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
is like a million blows on human fears
I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent up high
I wish for peace
for all fighting to cease
and then the sky beckons with shades of cerise
I loose the heart and soul on mankind
it's easy to lose faith without God's sign
the beauty of his creation for lust and greed
Then I witness the miracles of life stories
coincidences that appear and save lives
for our kingdom
is unfathomable for our limited visions
If only we can soar with his visions
Like an eagle on a wind's rhythm!
A mirror response to Mystic Rose's poem below:
I watch the splendor of a shooting star
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night
I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven
I wish in true
for souls renew
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew
I loose the mind and pry his realm
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream
the beauty of his creation for all eternity
I watch the splendor of a bird in flight
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;
If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!
Written by: Mystic Rose
June 24, 2015
Copyright © Angeline Haikutwinkle | Year Posted 2016
I Once New A Poet Named Nina
She sat pondering about the days when she was a pretty ballerina
When asked about her name by a stranger wearing nothing but shorts
She turned around and told him it is Jeanina.
Written by Nina E Dalin
Copyright © Nina Aromea | Year Posted 2016
After the 2X4 over the head
I thought I was surely dead
But I saw a scramble of words
Some kinda poem about birds
Oh it’s gone, Ill go draw some cartoons instead
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2010