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Details | Verse | |

Binary Love

One is love, 
Two is everything else. 


Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

SEX ANTIDOTE

Quiet whispers   
whispering about sex
sex is natural   
everyone's whispering about sex
masculine and feminine energy
male and female sex   
let’s talk about it     
let’s talk about sex
souls dating
souls mating
I’m first  
he’s next 
he's staring at it 
going at it
no calls, no text
lose the negative stigma 
associated with sex
come,  come      
sexual education is up next
here’s what we need to know
admire the body  
it inspires growth
be kinky
blindfolded, suck on toes
no shame in it      
play with it
see where it goes 
sex is not to be put to shame
sex so good 
I call out his name
`oh, God  
his name
sex so good   
no shame     
sex so good   
no blame 
sex is an antidote for emotional pain

Copyright © BLUE33 NailahBaniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: VI

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

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

MOON FLOWER

Where did the White Flower come from
I wanna know, I gotta know
where did he come from 
spring from
‘cause the world is split in two
ancients wars being fought between
ME and YOU
where did he come from
spring from
some say Frankenstein
the mad scientist 
the darkest part of mind
scary tales passed along through time
where did the White Flower come from
I want the truth this time 
further than cavemen and neanderthals  
love expands my mind 
someone's been watching  The Others 
wasting time 
white sisters and brothers 
the truth this time
pull back the drapes and absorb the light 
delicate flower, moon flower, the calmer light
where did the White Flower spring from 
he sprung from earth
separation is disillusionment
we were "separated" at birth
White-light skin African
another reflection of earth
another version of Black beauty 
what a beautiful earth

Copyright © BLUE33 NailahBaniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

The English Teacher

You are a metaphor in motion,a symphony conducted by the beating of my heart.
You entrance my soul,and it makes me a better person to love you. 
You are a simile surrounded by color themes, you shine. 
My rhetorical answer when i repremand my self with rhetorical questions. 
My analogy in a analytical essay composed by your kisses. 
Holding something so precious as a diamond in a rough,i am caught in you. 
Nothing as lovely as knowing you are with me always and forever. 
Holding my soul in your stare.
I love us,we,you loving me. 
You are verbs in action,followed by nouns and adjectives. 
You are every onomatopoeia i want to hear after leaving your touch. 
We are auditory imagery bound in conversations about life and love. 
You are the predicate and adverb to my declarative sentences. 
My english teacher in the language of love.

Copyright © Scharneka watson | Year Posted 2005

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Word Dynamic by Weston Gregory

The strength is often of things                                                                    
that's spoken
and word sound renews our hope.
There are direct relation to 
paths that's taken 
when we all heed what's discuss.

So, open your mind to a cosmic 
connection,
communicating and being determine
there is where you will always endear 
unique qualities of your yearning,
Transmitting symbiotically while                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              
helping other to find there footing.

What hasn't, isn't necessary never to be.
What dwell on us most though,
are the regrets of our past; misdeeds.
Where opportunity floss and love lost
find us grieving our doubted abilities,
but, natural gifts not sparing hits 
hold the place of not just an optimist;
in its rebirth a phoenix is more dynamic...

Copyright © Weston Gregory | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

The Stream

In my schooldays I had a stream to sit on its bank in cool air
Tender fingers moving in my hair with grace in the form fair

As I grew up the stream disappeared in order to make room
For the needs of her moving times with new stems and bloom

The other day an elderly lady called at my office with her team
At first I was taken aback and then kept looking at the stream

The same sparkle a little diffused in the eyes still lingers 
In my bald head I felt restlessness for the reassuring fingers

For some moments I was focused on my memory shred
Moist eyes looking in her face and blossom in purple and red
________________________________________________________
May 21, 2016
For: Last Line Prompt – 2 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016