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Details | Free verse | |

Rise above it

In silence an eagle soars,
as vapours carry him higher,
through overcast horizons.
It is not afraid of its scorn,
as the storm's temperament
only gives him more power.
With fear, comes courage,
in adversity, evolution of character.
An eaglet becomes an eagle,
only when it has learnt to handle a storm.

In the realms of pain,
when each heartbeat
bleeds speechless tears,
when words are suffocated,
submerging you into uncharted waters;
LISTEN - for every ache and agony
is the provenance of wisdom.
With suffering, empathy is born.

Turbulence in life is like a dandelion:
once dried petals have fallen,
it flourishes into a full sphere.

14 June 2016
Rise Above It - Poetry Contest by Becca Teagan
Contest judged: 17 June 2016

Eagles love a the storm. When clouds gather, the eagles get excited. The eagle uses the storm s winds to lift it higher. Once it finds the wing of the storm, the eagle uses the raging storm to lift him above the clouds. This gives the eagle an opportunity to glide and rest its wings. In the meantime all the other birds hide in the leaves and branches of the trees. We can use the storms of life to rise to greater heights. Achievers relish challenges and use them profitably.
(Author unknown, several different sources)

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Creative Inspiration

Creative Inspiration Inspiration where do you go when you leave and your dry, barren riverbed causes blinding dust storms in my mind? Do you evaporate into mist, become a gray dense fog lying heavily in the air, intangible… floating like a cloud, ever changing shapes? Are you carried by the wind, held hostage to feed another storm when lightening strikes and your deluge once again swells the river to overflowing, racing free and wild, reaching out beyond all boundaries? If so, storm of inspiration, please deliver unto me your monster category five hurricane! Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2 Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 10/14/2016 ~NA~ Premiere Contest: Premiere Contest Number 12 Sponsor: Skat A Judged: 09/24/2016 ~First Place~ Contest: “I Do Not Know” Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 10/25/2014 Rules for original contest: First Stanza, 6 Words per line; Second Stanza, 5 Words per line; 3rd Stanza, 4 words per line; Fourth Stanza, 3 Words per line; Fifth Stanza, two Words per line; Sixth Stanza, one Word

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Choka | |

The Green Desert

spring of thoughts has dried my mind is a vast desert thirsting for apt words oasis seems near a mirage of confusion faith renews my search God clears my mind's eye desert turns to green pastures I drink from His stream --------------- 19.7.16

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |



Walking alone
Often outside
In deep thought
About things of
Great importance.

I wonder aloud
Thoughts amassed
Priorities now
Solutions not clear
Seeking inspiration.

Time’s fleeting
Which is always
Tied to many
Dynamic actions
Begging resolution.

I stop now—
And look heavenward
Solutions abound
Choices are difficult
I’m staying focused.

Use my intuition
Request divine help
Do Nothing
Take your pick
Nothing’s easy.

My soul’s focus
Trust yourself—
First and foremost
God speaks silently
Do it now!              

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(January 27, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse | |


Money money, ringing in your tills,
Calling us to worship,
The hundred dollar bills.
Bend our knees in wonder,
Bow our heads in awe,
At the power of the liar,
Who now controls us all.
From the darkest deep caverns,
To the stars in the sky,
From the infinite universe,
To the strangers passing by.

From your inner most conviction,
To your laughing in the night,
From everything you 're  seeing,
To everything out of sight.

The new God has risen,
To claim the holy throne,
The one that we have emptied,
Our hearts all cold as stone.

The throne that we have emptied,
We killed the rightful king,
Sold his crown an sceptre,
Pawned his sacred  ring.

Raised his bleeding body,
Up on that bloody hill,
The silent lamb still bleeding,
As the money fills your tills.

Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Reality's Angel

I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet | |



What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, were it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.

Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Celebrating My Faves
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Judged: 04/27/2016


~2nd Place~
Contest: My Favourite Forms – Haibun or Sonnet
Sponsor: Heather Ober
Judged: 10/09/2015


~4th Place~
Contest: Teeter-Totter: Balance the Load
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Judged: 10/07/2014

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Fading Away To Nothing

I feel like I am fading away to nothing,
blending into an ordinary crowd,
where no one even notices me anymore.
Like an April snowflake, freely falling, landing on warm cement.
And, fading away with a short existence.

Or, an August raindrop in a passing storm,
dripping onto dry, weathered porch steps,
soaking into the wood grain, absorbing the very life of me.
Eventually leaving nothing behind.

Or like autumn leaves,
that once shined like gold in an October sunset,
now slowly withering and drifting to the ground
only to be raked aside,
or blown away to who knows where.

I feel like I am fading away to nothing.
A reflection in a mirror, that I can no longer recognize.
I don't want to be forgotten, especially to myself.
Like a lost spirit that no one can see, or even knows exists.
I'm dying out like the last spark of a flickering candle.
And evaporating into thin air like melting wax.

Like a piece of colored paper left in the sun's rays,
losing it's original brilliance, day by day,
the longer it is left there,
like no one cares about it anymore.
Or more like a bright helium balloon that escaped 
from a crying child's hand
drifting away and out of my reach, gone with the wind
And, disappearing into the clouds forever.
Fading away to nothing.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |


Inertia makes a monster of my
I'm insatiable for making a 
Move, don't just tell yourself
You will.
Set the rules, then transgress.
The rebel inside of you deserves

You're what you eat, don't
Your wounds, turn up the heat
By a caress. Love the self-contained
Monster you possess.
Let it off its leash and you'll feel
How it surges in your breast.

It's no place for old men
There is no case without offence
Commitment without intense
Is a senile pretence.
To feign 
Amusement  shows lack of respect
For your own self.
Be a rebel, even an iron fist in a velvet
Glove is more wanted
Than just a silly old brat.

Awareness of the 
Inertia makes a monster of my Self
If it didn't I would be suffocating
In a senile caress of my soul's 
Life transmutes the mind into
A  monster  who fights against mind's

Copyright © Tamara Simic | Year Posted 2016

Details | Didactic | |


 An inquiry into form

There-                            Not here?

Start over-                     A planet and good for YOU!   maybe-

 'Bigger than a breadbox?

So-     vegetable!    GREEN     like €x spec tations

HERE-                    n OT  THERE?

Not again?!             therefore  "w€ s€€"?

NO      Justa                 s  p  a  c  e        (maybe)

with a shape!          Like mathematicians?
    (they gather in blue confusion)    so?                             l
So a word with a Sumar    add dress                               h
                                                                     A summer address?
    ·  The cats break-open the weeping kitchen  ·            e
BROWN then         like perfect patterns        just over  t  

                                              € = Q = U = A = L

Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |


Struggles and success, Sufferings and happiness, Dreams and Goals building to life; Like colours of the rainbow making light.
A blessed day for you my dear readers :) Cheer Up, God bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Game

My life has been one enormous charade,
A make believe game,
A play I have played, 
A story I tell myself, day and night,
Hidden from myself, out of sight,
A game of hide and seek,
While searching for something else to eat.

The game,
A cosmic game,
A comic game,
A bad joke,
A puff of smoke,
A laugh,
A bath,
A lonely path,
The Game.

I used to take it so seriously,
Think it, feel it so real, so perfectly,

So certain I that was right,
That I lived in the light,
So convinced that I knew the rules,
So obvious I had all the tools,
That I saw the truth, 
That I saw the light,
Would win the battle, win the fight.

Heard the sound of the distant drum,
Calling me to battle with the devious one.
The walls of my ego were high and mighty,
My dreams and delusions danced in front of me,
Their smooth dark surface impossible to climb,
Images I swallowed and thought were mine.

I made them alive, moving and real,
Twist and turn like a slimy eel,
Just to tell myself that I was still someone,
Playing in the game and having lots of fun,
Just to tell me and to tell you,
That I wasn't a loser,
So I wouldn’t hear the words game over.

Game over,
Check and mate,
Here's the gate,
You have to take,
Out of the Game,
The game of shame.

The game of avoiding being blue,
Of dogging the bullets they shot at you,
The atomic bomb they drop on your head,
The monsters that they put under your bed.

The game of hiding away,
Live to play another day,
Even if it's only make believe,
The prizes in plastic,
And not worth a dime,
At least I have the impression that they are mine,
At least I don't fell the pain,
The pain of shame,
In this perverted game.

So that I don't feel I'm a prisoner,
Tied to this post,
Don't even realise that I'm only a ghost,
That the truth is well hidden,
On the board of the game.

That the prizes are in plastic,
But they are shiny and new,
The paint hardly chipped,
The emptiness hardly shows through,
The laughing is loud,
The smiles are all warm and friendly,
And we are all together,
Joyful and happy.

The illusion is REAL,
And only the mad man knows,
That it's a rotten deal.

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Copyright © ness tillson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sestina | |

Climbing ladders

Keeping your mind, healthy and open and taking that big step through the opportunity door; you’ll find going up, the career ladder, easy. It’s not always easy, to keep and open mind. Going straight up the ladder, opens many possibilities; open doors lay at the top, of the steps. You may not be taking steps; the climb up so many floors, is not easy. The illusive door of the human mind, is hard to keep open. Mind locks itself up. Go ahead, limb on up, take those steps; many opportunities will open and it will be easy, for your mind, to open its own door. When elevators close their doors and they glide slowly up; as you get off, mind your first foot step. You’ll find it very easy, any door to open. The world is full of, open opportunity doors. You’ll find an easy path, as you gradually rise up. No one wants to go, back a step; that thought alone, can open any clam shelled mind. Secure files open, with a code, quite easily. Through many a doorway; you’ll advance your steps. Climbing success’s ladder upwards; is simply an act, of the mind.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Yung MCs

Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4)         Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied.  We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need.  We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift  5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.

Copyright © Julian Miles | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Light In Dark

You twisted and diseased creature 
Deceitiful little lies your best feature
Slithering around like a snake 
From my fantasy coma I awake
Into a much worse tragedy 
Into a worse and cruel reality 
Where you feel so at home
You decay my soul to the tone
Of your devil delivering laughter 
Pushing my peace and mind farther 
Into darkness where you dwell
My remaining light your Hell 
I'm here to bring an end to your crooked ways
Forced to change wherever your demon lays
I won't stop until I bring you back to life
No longer in darkness full of delightful blithe
In the eyes of the sun shining up on you 
My words in the end will prove all too true
This promise I make to you right now
See light in the dark I will show you how
Just open your pointed ears to me
A brighter world soon you will see

Copyright © Michael Scribner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Alliteration | |


The red rose may be beautiful or grand
Sensual even LOVELY.  But still  only a
WINSOME  rose.
THEN....I strolled the garden BLUE
I saw the INDIGO ROSE 

The BLUEST I had ever seen
A TEASING picture of the 
stunning QUEEN.
The blue ROSE is EXOTIC, she feeds 
The WINSOME ROSE shame with
Professional precision on a petal plate
Of pleasing purity.

She sends the entire garden into bland oblivion.
A blue diamond glimmering in a GOLDEN heaven.
All other roses WILT of envy clamoring at her

When I set eyes upon this ROSE it so inspired me
To see what had not been seen.
The INDIGO GARDEN and all its splendor
Magnificent  presence
Pleasantly BEING. 

MAGNETIC practically hypnotizing
These are the INDIGO GARDEN guarded
Secrets I've been knowing


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |


Since time’s distant dawn 
Men have told lies 
Calling it truth 
The facts, patronized. 
But truth doth not jest 
It is what it is 
It’s the brim on a hat, 
It’s a bride’s wedding dress. 
Revered in our lives 
Honest men we respect 
For uttering truths 
We’ve all come to expect. 
Yet lies now made vogue 
Scatter truth like the birds 
And no handshake will do 
To shore up men’s words. 
So do well to respect 
The integrity of sleuth 
Pinpointing all lies 
Shining light on untruth. 
Just recall the pure facts 
As they actually occurred
Lies have no one's back 
And in the end
Only truth is remembered.

© Michael Wegman, 2014

Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |


He wants to say "I love you,"
But keeps it to "Goodnight."
Because love would mean some falling,
and she's afraid of heights.


Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


THE BAWDIEST ONE At one with the world is like knowing the universe of people. You see that is because he or she is transparent. Even when you know he or she is a straight liar, you will provide him or her the benefit of the doubt. The day will come when you will call this liar out. Meaning, you let him or her know of his or her lies. One of these days, I will speak. And in this speech, I will teach. I will tell about life as it is to view the response that I receive. I know I will see haters and crusaders, Insofar as this is a measure that ensues. We are a united way. We are together as one. We strive to achieve individuality. Each is part of the team. The maximum exposure one seeks. Holding hands, we walk for Civil Rights. The white man must empower our rights just to wave our hands. He is the subjugator that has suppressed a different race of men and women. The bawdiest one is he. As one, we seek to be unrestricted in possessing the same freedoms. At liberty one is stated to be in the United States of America. Liberated by one's constitutional presence. One's status is within the workforce. One's voice is heard via politics and religion. As one, it is our civic duty to refine this determination. *********** *The philosophical tenet of this passage is one is determine to be removed from the crime scene schooled. __________________________________________________________________| Written September 07, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

A Person's Worth and Measure

A Person’s Worth and Measure

A person’s life is sacred in God’s eyes,
For we all know that God tells us no lies.  

God views a person’s worth and measure,
As something grand and always to treasure.

A person should fear not his or her measure,
Rather strive always to find God’s pleasure. 

A person’s azimuth lies in God’s very hands,
And only God knows one’s destiny and final plans.

A person who does good works in this life,
Is one who’s good and penitent before all strife.

As a person’s life nears its final end days, 
God’s there to show him or her His holy ways.

A person’s worth and measure mean so much;
In God’s eyes such values always merit his touch!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
June 6, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Is This Me

I look at myself in the puddle
That laid just below my feet
Yet when I look at the watery mirror
I see a different reflection of myself.

The person in the reflection
Is a different person of confidence
Someone that is brave and bold
With a bright smile on her face.

She has her head held high
Ready to take on the world
Looking toward a bright future
As she leaves tomorrow behind.

When I look down at her,
Is she looking up at me?
Am I just the tails of the coin,
While she is the head?

Am I just a figment
Of what I was before
That this reflection
Is the aftermath of growth?

Could this be who I am?
Is this woman the real me?
The me I am meant to be?
Or a possible me?

Yet when I looked closely
I could see that the one
Staring back at me
With a confidence smile
Was me...I am that woman.

The reflection in the puddle
Is the me that I am
The one with a smile on her face
Filled with bravery and confidence.

The real me, a figment
I am one and the same
In reality and in the puddle
This is the real me.

Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse | |

The Eye

The eye,a sign the 
unwise can't comprehend
  Forged from the world's 
illumination in darkened 
minds,for the 
enlightened ones like 
Leonardo da Vinci,Isaac 
Newton,John Milton....etc.
   The eye is a tree 
with many branches like 
Priory of Scion,Knight 
Lodge,Music industry, 
Politics,global economy, 
stretching beyond 
human imaginations-felt 
in all corners of earth.
  The world is clothed 
through wisdom from 
   The eye,all seeing 
sign,an invincible 
emblem of power and 
riches to the lion hearted 
and loyal souls.
A seat of influence and 
  Creating the social order 
through men of power....
  Some see it as a 
curse,others a blessing.
  I feel it,the great eye is 
everywhere watching 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Tangible Dreams

In the midst of darkness descending 
above me, 
Stillness seems to overtake sound, 
Allowing moments for deep thought 
in this mirror of solitude.

I tend to reminisce on those dreams I 
grab from the photogenic events of 
the past.

Once touched, I’m taken back by the 
moments that can’t be replaced. 

So during this moment of tranquility; 
I pray no external force interrupts 
The calm waters in my mind. 

Lucky for me, it’s a reoccurring dream; 
And as vivid as these fantasies are, 
None compare to the peaceful illusions 
of family gatherings. 

It was only yesterday, when I illustrated thoughts 
of a child, 
Always curious of that deep ocean floor, 
Where familiar kin paint their residence ; 
I was an eyewitness to many overlooked 
areas within my family’s ocean. 

Yet with many pieces missing as a result of 
loved ones ascending to a higher cause, 
This puzzle remains incomplete until that 
last tomorrow.

However in these possible moments 
of delusion; 
I’m a child again touching the fabric 
of my influential past.

As I continue this unforgettable daydream,
I ask again for no interruption; 
For with every reminiscent moment, 
I know of myself better and what I 
could be in a tangible future. 

Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Withered Rose

A Withered Rose

Our love dear
is now but a
“Withered Rose.”

And I really
don’t know if
you care—I 
must suppose.

We once had a
most radiant love
full of wonder,
joy, beauty, passion.

And now it’s quite
hard to accept      
the reality
that all is ruined                       
and all is gone.

I sleep now dear
with utter despair
in a soulless torment 
that is unending
knowing our once
“Red-Rose Love”
is gone forever . . .

And in its place 
I have nothing
but an image of a
“Withered Rose Memory.” 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(April 30, 2015) (Accentual Meter)
* This poem originally appeared in my new book 
with a release date of February 4, 2015

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013