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Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Rtrn

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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

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YOU MAN

You Man

-a request by Mam Aiyah

You as a man can fill up this world
With the love of your heart,
Let them flow into your veins
As the oxygen of your spirit
Goes into the lungs of your kindness

You as a man can share the thoughts of your brain,
Even though your memory is not that enough to complete the story
Let your axon abound and connect to the spinal cord of your dreams

You as a man can smile with your lips
Let there be a good quotes for every word
Of your mouth as they slip,
Swallow all the sorrows, 
Cut the sadness of your teeth, make them fly away

You as a man can show your eyes with happiness,
Mix this with inspirations
As they blink in with visionaries

You as a man can smell the fragrance of nice posture
Strain the bad from good using your cilia,
As your thumb and index made it concrete
And threw them at a distance

You as a man can hear solutions,
Can fight all the negative pictures
With your muscles in your skeleton,
You can build a problem killer device
Energy is your emotions,

You as a man can face all of your knotty points
You can hold the sky,
As your feet stay on the ground…
Because you as a MAN,
Is H U M A N…

Copyright © jhucel del rosario | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatern | |

The Drawbacks Of Being A Wallflower

Barely seconds into something, already hooked.
Why question anything if you know your stuff?
You know best that it’s easy to be overlooked,
Especially when you’re a diamond in the rough.

Undiscovered diamonds are beautiful no less,
Though nobody looks, for it seems a time waste,
It didn’t catch the eye, the moment won’t press,
Still there sits a wonderful creation, ever chaste.

Seemingly distant, yet inside shines with allure,
If not an established masterpiece it is known,
The unfamiliar treasure has naught to reassure,
The hallucination of becoming a precious stone.

All the treasured pieces and items universally,
Either tell a great tale, or will fetch a fine price.
The wallflower diamond untold commercially,
And without a story, could be mistaken for ice.

Copyright © Michael Lowe | Year Posted 2016

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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

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme royal | |

Alone In The Dark

I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Whimpering           
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 
dust
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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Heavenly Nevermore

The sun has learned
to nevermore interfere 

with the moon 
and its stars

To give it a whole world
because the sun

doesn't need to stand in the way,
when it has free reign 
of the entire universe.

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

I am a Genius

I am who I was born to be

Another voice of sanity
Maybe crazy, but do you know?

Art nouveau, in words I paint

Greatness of the pen, this is me
Eternal thoughts into ink I write
Nothing escapes this brilliant mind
I compose for those who see, and those whom are blind
Universal wisdom's, happiness in verse
Salvation or wine, the poison is free






Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

The Window Seat and Me

Excuse me Miss
I have no intention of harming your shade,
But the seat you left vacant for me is rather 
absent. 
Absent of roses I could finally romance into 
smelling, absent of yin that could relax urges that 
might present a stroke, 70 chapters later. 

For some esoteric reason, this seat you’ve 
manipulated into occupying until tomorrow’s 
departure seems stable;
It has no opposition in waiting. 
So please Miss, introduce your window seat to 
me, ever so kindly. 

You see the seat you offered in due time, does 
not welcome smiles. It’s cold, unfulfilling skin leaves 
me cautious; the torn fabric has failed my thoughts 
of safely time and time again. 

Hope won’t join my travels while married to this seat. 
I’m left contemplating questions of whether this 
is my sedentary companion for the next 100 years? 
But what is perhaps defined from amazing, is the 
glimpse you hold dominant in this seat. 

You’ve’ held this arrogant glow upon the leather, 
with no remorse for the penniless seat fillers. 
The carelessness of sight unvisited through the
multitude of generations is the lowest insult one
can fathom; with no refund offered as of yet. 
Miss, the window seat, please. 

You see, beyond the significant glory the seat
would offer, 
There is a silence of worries I wish to court, 
An everlasting view from peaceful quarters, that 
never warrants a superficial return. 
Specs without representation could meet their 
potential, among the tranquil armchair. 
That is why my passions advance today; for there 
is a retreat looming. 

Miss, I believe this is your exit. 
Remember, change pauses for nobody’s unanswered
why. The knowing is what you will reap later. 
Farewell, descending one. 

Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

CONSUMING FAILURE

Consuming Failure


Pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
lest you believe the music makes him strut
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

the cooling of the iron his sole treat
keep moving to avoid the final cut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

harsh tempo of perfections searing heat
obsession with the ifs, and whens, and buts
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

performing in the hope of winning seat
an endless line that must remain uncut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet

there is in heated battle no retreat
for some the dancer’s door will soon slam shut 
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet

accept in simple failure your defeat
perfections long sought peak a muddy rut
pay heed the dancing chickens hot plate feet
outrunning death by curried peppers sweet



6/12/2015

submitted to – Villanelle’s and Terzanelle’s Only – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.


Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Who Am I

Who am I?
Question indeed!

  W-eaned from tender 
age,in noble family of ten.
  H-urt by the demise of 
the tube that brought 
me into this theater of 
struggles and pains.
  O-rdered about by the 
whimps of this 
world,facing the hurdles 
of life daily from 
cradle,never giving up 
hope.
  
  A-fine young man of 28 
I am,who has the 
experience and wisdom 
of the aged.
  M-astering the arts of 
life-learning from lessons 
of life's victims and 
didactic poems 'cos man 
of fame I intend to be for 
I bear the name Bob.

  I-lost my poetic gift at a 
stage but recovered it in 
poetrysoup for invisible 
entities say a 
lesser being I shall be,but 
another encourages me 
to move on,for great is 
one who comes out of 
the shackles of life 
undeterred for this is who 
I am.



Name: Ifeanyi Bob 
Ekechukwu.
Date:24-10-2013.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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Cookies-Food For Thought

Cookies -
Why can’t I have the chocolate one
I want more
She took my cookie
Hers is bigger than mine
I want to trade
That’s not fair

Cookies +
Thank you for the cookie
I love you
Thanks for all you do for me
I am satisfied
This is good
I am loved
Written By  Deborah Finneran :)  2013

Copyright © Deborah Finneran | Year Posted 2013

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Memory Lane

We are Titanic, our past an iceberg; 
yet able to challenge the orbit of time.

Copyright © Gallagher Goodland | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? | |

Money

Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real

Copyright © Ace X | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

The falling rain

                                  A rain drop was falling from the sky,
                                      Recalling its days in the high.
                                         How proud had it been,
                                        While scorning the green,
                                                Far below.

                                        Now, falling back again,
                                         Knew this drop of rain,
                                      All the pride of being of sky,
                                        The days of soaring high,
                                            Were all too small,
                                                 Like a lie.

                                Ground was upon which it could rely.
                                   Where at last,in peace could die.

Copyright © Sulakshana Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative | |

The Three Kings

The three kings fought hard
to open the door that led to
riches and immortality. Each 
one of them had a key of different 
make. The door's key hole was quite
big for their keys to fit right.

Cannon balls, sledge hammers, logs,
and wrecking balls couldn't break
the door. No scratch or dent could
be seen on the wooden door!

A sage from the land of riddles
once told them they had to melt
the three keys together,
to make a big key;
they all refused.

They still stubbornly believed each
of their keys was the right one to open
the wooden door...



Date: 7/4/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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Love's persistence

Love's persistence


Drip...Drip...Drip...as drops fall to the rocks below

Split...Split...Split... the rocks split open from the persistent flow

Try...Try...Try...I try to penetrate your heart of solid stone

Know...Know... Know...I know with persistence our love too can grow

Open...Open...Open...your heart cracked wide open for me

Now we know with love's persistence our hearts can be together and be free


John Derek Hamilton
April 04,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Her Final Words

"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows.
Her life had been a simple happy one. 
There were no pains and no troubles.
Life was life and people were people.
Life was simple.
and life was all about tomorrows.
Life didn't know about sorrows.
Her sorrows.
Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. 
They were never there, but where?
First to be sad in the naive town of joy.
Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there.
It was non-exististent. 
A meager thought 
and a blessed memory.
She tried and tried.
She failed and failed.
Life was no longer hers.
For Pain was her only possession.
Her curse.
She lived and she died.
Yet, her legacy was passed on.
Never was it gone.
"No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, 
"Save them."

Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013

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Embers of a dream

Lord, I don't understand.
Maybe I never did.
The destination of the path seemed so grand,
yet now it looks horrid!

Why?

The dragon You've placed, mine to fight
still breathes fire and brimstone in my neck,
but I'm armoured with incapability to smite
and the cobblestones You paved lead to this wreck.

Why?

I dreamt of the moon,
but couldn't reach the stars,
so I drifted into the sun and soon
I would be burnt with scars.

Why shroud my mind with dreams of peace at daylight's bend,
yet shred it with horrors at night?
Why let me pursue a rainbow when 
there never was an end?

The past is bathed in murky waters
and clothed in miry clay.
Now the future looks no better
and mere words can't express what I wish to say.

Lord, here I lay at Your mercy,
angry and heartbroken.
You don't make mistakes and You set free.
Please, I beg be my beacon!
Loose the shackles,
break the chains
that I may serve You again.
Show me the true way You planned,
for I have reached the end of this one.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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SURVIVOR, THAT I WILL BE

SURVIVOR, I WILL BE

Stripped me down from my clothes..
Yell at me until your throat get sore..
Speak to me with vile words..
Walk and talk to me like I am nothing...

Yes, It will hurt and pain me..
Probably, It may even make me cry..
Probably, It make me even on bended knees..
Probably, It will cause me loss of appetite and sleeplessness..

But, tell you what....

You can never take what I have..
You can never shove off that smile...
You can never erase the overwhelming love that's within me...
You can never make me fall...

I will rise up: " humbled not proud"
I will stand up: "learned not ignorant"..
I will smile even with tears: "joys not of hurts"
I will shout: "victory not of failures"...

By: olive_eloi
10/01/2013
1:08am

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Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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I APPRECIATE YOU

I APPRECIATE YOU 

You are so swift 

Across my life you always want to drift

Each time I try to up my game, 

You showed the bottom and left me with no option that to apportion blame



You make my tears wet my smiles

When I go through my memory's files

For as I page through , I embrace joy as I bump into your enemy

Alas, as I flick further, I find you consistently



I appreciate you though

For you help me mature and grow

You strengthen my bone and give me wings of confidence

And I soar and rise above you with resilience



You irk when you knock on my door

But you can come and wage war

For without you I have no will to cross a barrier

You make me bitter but I appreciate you Failure.

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2016

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Tides of Life

This ocean so full of constant commotion,
for many it can be the horn of plenty, 
if they know how to trudge on with devotion,
else its infinite choices can so portent be.

To swim true and graceful towards what you're made for,
mind not yet its depths while you train your own stroke,
deep torrid allure appears life's most sought out shore,
yet master no stroke and so soon wind up broke.

Just as a hatchling trains it's wings 'fore first flight,
never hatching from egg to jump up with wings spread,
for if this way was true none's thoughts would hold fright,
to practice and learn will allow that fright shed.

Doubtless those greatest in life's endless ocean,
or even the ones which most deem as gentry,
always proceed with true sense and good notion,
else they be sea choked or smashed onto jetty.

Youthful minds might think this way slow or a bore,
but to jump in the depth they sink, gasp and choke,
that path shall alas lead them straight to Death's door,
mind, body and spirit  soaked, bloated then broke.

So  watch and learn careful from those who've done right,
respect to learn best gain great wisdom, lose dread,
these words if so heeded shall bypass much blight
tides pushing you forward to life's greatest stead.

Copyright © Je BOULD | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Distant Things

Sometimes we look far;
distant, into the dark void,
and see stars twinkling back
at us.
We give their constellations
names, and build myths
all around them in our
imaginations.
Some people manage to fly
to the stars, without space-suits
or rockets.
We call these stars dreams....



Date: 06/09/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

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Anchors

To succumb to one's own pride, 
Or to the ferrying tides?
To hold on, you must decide, 
That this journey's worth the ride. 

Often times I see these boats
Stuck on sandbars, sometimes moats,
They can hardly stay afloat,
Yet somehow, onward they go. 

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016