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Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

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.



~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Free verse | |


He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died, 
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping, 
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it, 
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain, 
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best, 
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows 
what happens next.
All results of

Copyright © Laura Hamilton

Details | Free verse | |

Moon bridge

The moon so bold seems cold
with a halo of midnight glow
I sit mesmerized as the night grows old.

I bleed still, even after all these years
and I wait again through the night
aching in the depths of my soul
that no other seems to know
the Loneliness that has become my companion.

In the darkness we wait and confide in the other
our deepest fears as memories fade
in and out each season of change
            the nostalgia tempers the wars of pain
this tempestuous foe of ours
         wails at the gates of midnight
howling the warble of humanities last grace.

How the comfort of minds and hearts
turn from light to deep dark in the face 
of eternities long time clock...

I ache with wanting, with need and passion
          it is a lie that time heals and wounds scar
each night is fresh like the first
                              when I faced realities shock.

Who can wait with me?
Who can hold this hound at bay?
Who can cherish what little love left in me
             and make the broken whole?

I ache to be loved again as the love that burns
and waits inside of me. 
Who can comfort this emptiness and fill the void
                that so many leavings have left?

Cherish and love to honor and protect
             but who can slay these demons that hold my heart in wrath?
Who will walk the sulfur clouds of hell to save my mind
     and deliver my world to the gates of heaven
      with life, not death bridging the distance of pain?

I sit and wait at the floor of the moon each night
waiting for that bridge to carry me yonder,
      this moon who hangs heavy and ripe with the yearning of my soul
with clouds aglow as if I could sweep them across a canvas
   with the brush held in your hand

I rage at her as I wait, but still I wait and weep
as Loneliness and I keep each others company
wishing the clouds of that great moon could truly create
a way to find the lost, a pathway to home, lit by the legacy our love.

Copyright © tara jennings

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

L Is For Lonely

The Tale of Hairless Cat

They say just there beyond the valley, that
     there lived inside a house a little cat
who never went outside to run and play;
     she chose to spend her time indoors each day.

They named her Hairless Cat.  Her owners called
     her that, because their little pet was bald.
She was a different breed of cat—and true
     her skin was bare—on Hairless no fur grew.

Some days, a while back, she’d gone outside
     but never stayed out long, came in to hide—
the kitties tried ignoring her, and so
     would not befriend her—would not say hello.

Now Hairless Cat, aware that she was shy
     and different from others that passed by,
began to think of other ways to cope
     to make them friendlier; so there was hope.

She thought and thought, whatever can I do
     to let them know beneath my bare skin view,
there lives a nice smart kitten hoping that
     she could be friends with each and every cat.

That night it came to her within a dream;
     next morning she began to smile and beam!
Her owner left the door somewhat ajar
     when they went out for shopping with their car.

Her bowl of yummy dry food in the room
     was filled up to the top, and very soon,
she carried dry food nibbles, one by one,
     out through the door onto the porch, when done,

She stood beside her feast, began to eat,
     and soon the cats came by, did not retreat—
but closer to the porch they came to see
     that Hairless Cat had planned a cat party.

They came to share the feast each, one by one,
     and Hairless Cat was happy they had come!
Her lonely days were over, she had won,
     and each and every day with friends had fun.

The moral of this story is if you
     are lonely and you need a friend or two,
you must reach out to them and make them see
     what a good friend to them you want to be.

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: E Is For Emotion
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 09/23/2015

Revised from a former poem, “Rainbow Cat”,
Posted 11/02/14

Copyright © Sandra Haight

Details | I do not know? | |

Wrestling Verses

Wrestling Verses

Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

trapped in rolled-up sleeves.

Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.

My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.

Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,


my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Free verse | |

CAPTCHA's Cruelty


The CAPTCHA took me by surprise tonight
Letters became ghouls in my mind’s eye
I listed them—
Noted them; words...begging, crying out for me


CAPTCHA was merely mocked
By millions of viewers on keyboards
I imagined all—
Tears began to fall


How may I help you, CAPTCHA?
Are you merely what they say?
Is there more—
Tell me, I pray


You bewilder my senses with your emptiness
The computer became my way to you
But all I could do—
Was imitate


I began to imagine someone stuck in CAPTCHA
A place where they harbored the weak
They took what they pleased—
Allowed them to speak


Today it was happening and evermore
There was a reason I came to know
And now—
I want to know more


I swallowed air and typed in the words
Feeling worthless and absurd
I began to believe—
There was more to this irrational dream


The screen went black and then I was sure
I couldn’t doubt it anymore
The CAPTCHA wanted me—
The letters suddenly blurred and unseen

Let them go
Full of woe
Take me now
Tell me how to
Set them free
Knowing is free

Knowing is free


For years I have copied your codes
Knowing you are there
Me—it’s me
Crying in the dark pit of despair


Though empty your words are to me
They are all I hear
All I fear—
In four letters on this electric trap


What am I to do?
To follow would weary my soul
To save—
Would take its toll


What is this foreign word my dear?
Oh, how can you cut and paste it in my mind so clear?
Free—and then? 
Close your eyes and count to ten

The victims of the CAPTCHA remain a mystery to us all
Yet still we stare at the codes and merely imitate them
We are zombies staring our lives away
Trapped in CAPTCHA’s claws
Sad, deprived. . .

I speak your language to stop this cruelty:


Though we choose not to see
We choose not to fight
We choose only to IMITATE
We merely copy and paste



Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Verse | |

Letters On My Arm

you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through

Copyright © Erin Evans

Details | Free verse | |

Lonely moon

Under that pale moon we fell,
deep beneath it's deceitful spell
the pallid beacon drew two moths,
each cut from very different cloths
sharing moonlight's loneliness, 
our curse; our void; our emptiness

Under that pale moon, truth died
two lonely hearts could not abide
their fate, to burn, perhaps to freeze
those moments in the moonlight seized
on fragile wings, on furtive flights
together in that palest light
We fluttered so, so far away,
each leading other's hearts astray
to other moons and other's pain
and other lies were told again
for love, forlorn, for sanity,
for isolation or, for vanity

Two hollow hearts beneath that moon,
where hollow feelings end so soon
the vacuum of an empty soul's
a cold, cold place, a black, black hole
where fidelity and pride may die,
underneath a moonlit sky

Copyright © David Brown

Details | Alliteration | |

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Alone In The Dark

I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Sounds escaped,
As I walked on vast layer 
Of permafrost.
Beyond the horizon,the 
World lay bare.
With my heart in my 
Hand,I passed thru 
Argyle And Hellas,amid 
eerie Sounds echoing as 
Storms circled,forming 
Shadowy figures.
Storms etching
The terrain,light   
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this 
Voiceless world?
Three thousand miles, 
Across is chasm;beneath 
Lay the throne of Hades
I thought.
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Dark Ice

Shadows and murky darkness deep
Describe the depths of lonely hearts
That lie in wait and icy chill
For fiery love to burst in flames;
That empty chests may be refilled
And taste sweet love again!

Copyright © Tara Andre

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Lyric | |


Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Free verse | |

My Hiding Place

I hide here and there,
In a place that snares,
Sometimes full of my blares,
Full of ensnared traps...

I hide here and there,
In a place with many affairs,
Where my enemies are bare,
Where I can make them flee and hare...

I hide here and there,
In a place that only friendship knows,
A place located in the air,
A place below on earth,
Where no plow can cut its soil...

I hide here and there,
In a place with vast plains,
A place with deep and misty forests,
A place with an unreachable sky,
A place where flowers might bloom...

I hide here and there,
In a place where I can hide in my cloak,
A place where I breathe silently,
A place where I contemplate nature,
Where humidity longly persists,
In a place where I scream and no one listens...

I hide and there,
In a place where unwanted can get afflicted,
A place of bright darkness,
A place of dark lights,
Where nothing owns me...

I hide here and there,
In a place where my biggest wishes are spared,
A place where blood won't be splashed,
A place where tears might be shed,
A place where time and space are fair,
A place with some mare surfaces,
Where fear might be gone...

In a place where all sins might be forgiven,
A place where my instinct is tamed,
A place where my mind is thoughtful but reserved,
A place where my heart is controlled,
The place where my deepest secrets are held,
The place where I am the seer,
The place where my soul will forever reign,
The place I can call a hiding place...

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz

Details | Lyric | |

Lacerated Wings

They are bound to the Earth like trees
Suffocating under the weight of an icy grave 
Reaching to be free, but only their limbs are seen
Hoping that one day someone will see:
They can't escape with lacerated wings

The ocean surrounds me, covering everything
Nothing will be clearly seen; confusion overwhelming
No-one can save you, you're on your own, left to die
Manipulating every bleeding heart you can find
I can't escape with lacerated wings.

Swarms of nets, waves of screams 
Entangle: your captive illusions and dreams
The mask has be seared - The truth now they see
The Liar - Vampiric Fiend; lowly thief
And now they know you can't escape with Lacerated Wings

There's reasons for your rejections:
Your Heavy heart's transferred oppression
The scars are too deep to pass the trials
But you can find peace in your cage of empty spirals
You Cannot Escape With Lacerated Wings

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen

Details | Free verse | |

the Rose

                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Free verse | |

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

Details | Blank verse | |

Whispering Night

In a strange 
environment under gross 
darkness and whispering 
night,I found myself with 
a companion.
 We walked an endless 
journey across the 
woods..eerie sounds we 
heard,a crack! then the 
undead resurrecting from 
marshes,we ran seeking 
for cover.
  These creatures howled 
as they drew near with 
blood dripped 
mouths,my fear 
deepened,I called out to 
my friend a flesh eater he 
  Under the whispering 
night I stood alone, 
seemed the world stood 
still,as these monsters 
encircled me,I closed my 
eyes wishing I was not 
   Suddenly,a bright light 
darkness,repelled these 
zombies-then eerie noises 
ceased, and the world 
revolved once again. 
  A knock,I realized I 
drifted to sleep as my 
companion entered my 
  We zoomed off towards 
the horizon under the 
bright sky.

Name:ifeanyi B. 

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Sonnet | |

Lonely sky

I look to the skies hoping to see a sign
A sign of a stars shining like diamonds
I toss the thoughts of you to the heap of stars
All the happiness dressed with flowers
I took time to remember you singing
A voice so sweet it turned roses yellow
I yelled to the gloomy mountains for you
And light shone like twilight in heaven
Through demons and angels my plea recognized
And I finally feast on your beauty like a vulture
Thou thoughts mingle in space and time
I remembered your dancing eyes with adventure
So keen to let the desires leave the dust
I saw you in the sky strolling like a queen towards eternity

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu

Details | Rhyme | |

Can a river run without its legs

I saw a tree crying in the rain
A woman hurting with no pain 
The wind blowing but I couldn't 
prove it
The earth spinning but I could 
not move it
The song itself could not sing
The thought it travelled with no 
The words alone could not 
The gauge could measure but 
could not heat
The ocean roared but could not 
The valley moves not yet isn't 
lame, and a deck of cards can't 
play a game
A knife can cut but can't taste 
the meat
And a drum can never hear a 
yet a broken heart can keep on 
Fall leafs can fall without 
But can you cry without your 
Can time go by and not make 
Can you lose your mind and 
still be sane?
Can she hurt . . . and not feel 
And a tree can't cry in pouring 
But looks can be deceiving and 
memories can fail
Perhaps it was the woman 
crying in the rain, and the tree 
that could not feel
For who's to say what's really 

Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Elegy | |

A Soldier's Elegy

A kestrel dips into an updraft
thinking he knows the world
tranquility gurgles 
through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it eludes vision
the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades 
quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms 
grapple in light
which blots out the senses
and protects 
what can never be touched
divine oblivion 
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt 
six feet deep.

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

Details | Tanka | |

Blazing Heat

The blazing sun
     scorches lonely daydreams—
He saunters like a penguin
    lemonades in hand. 
We two laughed until moonlight.

Copyright March 18, 2015

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  TANKA 2 – 
Sponsor Andrea Dietrich

Read more at:

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Details | Lyric | |


I write
my late night revelations
paint an image so clear-
so precise-
as if fine-tuned with a microscope.
I see the truth.
I now realize that what I need-
I want-
is YOU.
I don't know how I am going to make you see,
make you feel...
I need to make you know.
A simple touch is all I need
to delve into your mind and infect you.
But how to reach you?
You are hidden far away
within your own mind,
in maze of your own design.
Between us locked doors and endless traps,
rivers, lakes, oceans,
miles and miles of 
impassible terrain that keeps me apart,
keeps me from you!
We are two universes set to collide-
not to be destroyed,
but merge into one.
Set to collide, but keep missing our mark.
This is unbeknownst to you.
I keep the secrets within me.
How much longer can I wait-
how much longer until my silence
consumes me?
Until you break me?
I am deserted, alone,
left in desolation.
You are the answer to the questions,
the key to my freedom.
But you cannot reach me.
And you do not know what you are.
How much longer til my time runs out?

Copyright © Gabby Muir

Details | Free verse | |

A Man Walks on the Field of Good Harvest

although a man walks on the field of abundance
it saddens him because these good crops won’t do 
any good for him 

the leaves go
roll on the field 
carried by the wind with no memories
the man goes 
stepping on the leaves as well 
with no memories worth keeping   

abundance of the field won’t be a sign
for the road ahead, if it’s a light or a shadow    
to the man who has many rivers to cross 

the field of abundance is not a hope 
or a way leading to a promised tomorrow 
to the man who has many mountains to go over 

now the man is standing both arms stretched open in the evening glow 
became an abandoned scarecrow in the middle of a forgotten field 

Copyright © Su Ben

Details | I do not know? | |

'Give me drink, rest, and solitude'

Give me drink, rest, and solitude--
these are all the things I long for.
Give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My bonnie lass, what's the matter--
why are you all sorry and alone?
Don't be sad because you're fatter
than most, lass, for love loves its own.

Sweet lass, I'll tell you a secret.
If I were a young lad again,
I'd pursue you without regret!
But as I am three-score and ten

years old, indeed, I can never
be the youthful lad you most need.
But your pain won't be for ever:
for your heart will refuse to bleed.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen

Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena