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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

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | 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

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 | 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 
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 | Free verse | |


Quiet whispers   
whispering about sex
sex is natural   
why are we whispering about sex
masculine  feminine  energy
male  and  female sex   
let’s talk about it     
let’s talk about sex
souls mating    souls dating
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   play with it
see where it goes 
no birds and bees for me     
Vagina Penis   works for me     
sex is not to be put to shame
sex so good   I call out his name
Oh, God   Oh, God     his name
sex so good   no shame     
sex so good   no blame 
sex is an antidote for emotional pain
I'm healed   I'm healed    sex game

Copyright © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |


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    
first grade   nursery rhyme
someone's been watching  The Others    
wasting time    listening to others   borrowing time   
white sisters and brothers      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 © Nailah Baniti | Year Posted 2016