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Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda

Details | Blank verse | |

All I See Is Beauty

All I see is beauty in the burning of her words,
The flickering of flames,
Constructs of fires licking at the night
From snow white sheets of dreaming.

The senses of her bleeding, ink and roses,
Sensual vibrancy,
Gliding rails streaming to the stars,
The links between the earth and heaven’s tide.

All I see is beauty in the visions of her art,
The tenderness of angels,
Architects of chapels wrought of lace,
An arbitrary grace of love.

The impressions of her breathing, saffron breath,
Exhaling of her soul,
Bestow of sleeping kisses to the lips,
Priestess of the mind and loin.

Copyright © Tony Bush

Details | Acrostic | |

Poet Destroyer A

Poetess she is, whose magic is cast with great ease
Opulent in words, charming to the utmost degrees, 
Engraving hisses, silhouettes, images of natures surreal
Trespassing horizons never stretched out to an ideal 

Destroyer as known for, although she's here to compose
Enchating poems and songs her beautiful soul bestows
Such a fusion encourages poets to hold their inks and quills
To write 'bout nymphs in seas or orchards filled with daffodils 
Rampantly defeated by her as what often happens, except
Of all practiced skilled writers she's definitely the most adept
Yielded in a words-battle having a single acknowledged end
Efficacious "She" is by far a star who can simply transcend,
Reproductions of literary stylistic forms in her magnificent way

A lady I know as Linda with a pseudonym Poet Destroyer A!  

© Guru Jad 2013


Dedicated with Admiration! :)

Copyright © Guru Jad

Details | Monorhyme | |

From One Poet to Another

From one poet to another
Your words in me are a thunder
That fills me soul with wonder
As my open heart you plunder

Though I cannot see your face...
Through my poetry covered lace
Your deep feelings I can trace
My heart beat quickens a pace

Your every line scintillates
My wayward heart subjugates 
My inner thoughts punctuates
My very soul confiscates

Your heart’s rhythm and rhyme
Not bound to moments of time
Makes each encounter sublime
Holds me with imagery fine

Addiction is my sweet game
And your poetry is to blame
My life is no longer the same
My high begins with your name

Each word is just meant to please
Makes me fall down on my knees
My hunger I must appease
Oh, feed me now, if you please!

I travel the paths of your mind
Treasures of worth my great find
To all else I am now blind
Our twin souls have intertwined

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Free verse | |

What Does A Poet See

What Does A Poet See

What does a poet see?
It is a consciousness others lack?
Is that how we see beauty in everything?
The hidden world inside a blooming flower
So many colors in a sunset
Even the reflective surface in an ice cube
Our minds see so much that others do not see
Our words describe the reality we see
A reality we created as our own
Our pens are the paint brushes of the gods
We share feelings no one will talk about
If they realize that they even exist
What does a poet see?
We see beauty and hope in everything
If not for the lowly poet
How would the world know that beauty exists?

Copyright © R. e. taylor

Details | Free verse | |

Beauty

I stared in the eyes of Beauty, and she was...
Everything I thought she would be
But when I saw her I was speechless
She noticed me I noticed her
Her fragrance was beautiful 
She smelled like frankincense & myrrh
We made eye contact she gave me a lil smile
And kept walking 
Then and there I knew I had to have this woman
I wanted to smell her beauty
I had to feel her touch I want to 
Fall in love wit her not lust
I want her to fall asleep in my arms
Not just have sex & bust a nut
I want her to be my everything
I want her to take refuge in me
I wanna hear her say that she misses me
When I'm with her I wanna feel like I'm free
So I call out to her and I say...
I been looking for you 
She says I been waiting on you 
We converse in a conversation
And all the anticipation is thrown out the door
You see this woman just makes my heart soar 
And her personality just makes me crave for 
Her love even more 
We exchange numbers and we go our separate ways
I know she's different from every woman I met 
Because I ain't thinking bout gettin laid
And all I keep thinking bout is will we last 
Or just be another fling 
But a couple minutes later my cell phone rings... it's her

                                     "TO BE CONTINUED"

Copyright © Tahir Hashim Zulu

Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words

Copyright © humble b

Details | Lyric | |

From the Inkpot

Oh yes! Poetry is still alive and well,
And in these modern times a poet may tell
By picking up any near-by pen
To express the beauty felt with-in.
Of these often troubled times, 
A quiet place to compose rhymes 
Blocks out the chaos of the day,
And lets the beauty steal away.
Tranquil waves upon the shore makes silence fall
On dirty city streets where roaches crawl.
The lovely mountain mist roams unaware
Of the voggy, sultry, humid air.
The graceful movements as cotton clouds drift by
Alas, defers to ‘Time’ on a pedestal set high.
Yet moments stolen from a hectic day
Keeps poet’s hearts safe from the fray.

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Dark Fairy-tale

A Dark Fairytale

As I was chained, I breathe in.
As I was burned, I breathe out.
As I was cut, I looked down.
As I was broken, I looked up.
As I was destroyed, I closed away.
I had killed myself damaging beyond any repair.
To keep myself closed I chain, cut, burned, and destroyed what was within me, isolation my fear around me. But suddenly as I had nearly been kindled to a shivering light, something braver and stronger then I appeared and took me and held me and once again I was fixed and this is what happened; 
Suddenly I breathed in as I was unchained.
Suddenly I breathed out as my burns disappeared.
Suddenly I looked up as my broken body mended.
Suddenly I looked down as my cuts faded.
Suddenly I was opened up and my destruction was nothing more then a dream
As my knight, you entered that shadow and held me now I grow with a unprofaned radiance.
I was held once more, and my soul emerged.
I was spoken to once more, and my mind went blank.
I was kissed and my body reacted without a second hesitation.
And before I could run away once more, I was trapped.
Unlike my prison I lived in a fairytale, in were I don’t want to live this place anytime soon. What happened then and what happening now are so fair apart it hilarious.
 I’ve forgiven the past, not forgotten it. Prove never to make the same mistakes or else be locked back inside that tower I call my mind. 
Let me in brave knight, into your mysterious ways.
Let me in brave knight let me have secret passages into that world of yours. 
Let me in brave knight so I can truly capture you. 
I was as cold as ice even more then winters hail, but you with a ridged past that icier then I could have imagined is as warm as the summer sun and sweet like spring air.
For saving me, for taking my heart, for releasing me, I’ll become everything you want and then more, I’ll stand by your side and hold you like you held me and I shall be everything you need.
My sweet Knight.






Copyright © Marcedies Rhodes

Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa

Details | Free verse | |

Rivers That Flow

Hands anastomose, 
bifurcating the rivers that flow.

Copyright © Johnny Pyro

Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Haiku | |

All About the Music: The Infinite Magic of Lyricism

Pop may be catchy
But not lyrically deep
Case in point: Chris Brown.


(N.B. Poem written after hearing "Don't Wake Me Up")

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Clerihew | |

My constant mirror

My constant mirror from heaven, 
On earth and in the sea,
Only you can be;
But can you see yourself in my poetry? 

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa

Details | Monorhyme | |

The Beauty of Gifted Poetry

There are only so many poems you can read
Then your heart just starts to bleed
Because you still have that burning need
You're trying so hard your soul to feed

Your husband is so far away
Your night is longer than your day
You wonder if God can hear you pray
Or if always alone you’re meant to stay

The words just do not come out right
You dread the long and lonely night
The joy in your life has turned to blight
Your choice? To die or to take flight

Then healing words appear on your screen…
That wash your heart and make you clean
You feel like to heaven you have been
A angel's ministration you have seen

That’s the charm of gifted poetry
Makes you live sheer ecstasy
Wipes from your heart the drudgery
Makes you taste eternity!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Rhyme | |

IN A BRIGHT STUDIO OVERLOOKING THE NOISY STREET

In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat;
loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark...
very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark.


Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome:
watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress 
trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome
when every audible sound is hushed by stillness. 


How lovely it is when happy faces peak from windows!
They may seem immensely surprised or stupefied;
and some even open their doors and come outside
to observe the fluffy snow descend on the pines' boughs.   


I pause for another minute, then resume my writing...
it's profound observation that inspires the heart and mind,
giving this motivated poet many ideas of positive feeling;
I sense and absorb them, not noticing kids getting wild.   


In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street,
I fear shadows towards evening when feet
make deep footprints that lead to my stairs... 
and afraid of ghosts, I begin chanting prayers.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

Details | Limerick | |

Poetry Soup Beauty

Ooo a blog to do my duty
To vote for the Poetry Soup Beauty ~~~
     I must not sit on the fence
     Or deep splinters I sense
I'll watch the winners shaking their booty ~~~








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php

Copyright © James Fraser

Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in living

Tossing words up
Letting them fall
Softly on paper. 
They whisper of mysteries.

Winnowing grains of thought, 
Felicity in writing, 
Seeds grow to bloom, 
Unknowingly into a garden.

My soul decorated.
Dreams intersected with reality
And I saw, the beauty in living.

Copyright © raskin bobbins

Details | Free verse | |

Golden Wings

Pure hearts unite
to metamorphose wings
and completely dance golden.

Copyright © Johnny Pyro

Details | Free verse | |

The Beauty in the Mirror

In this reflective stare
Mind numbing thoughts
Of what is now
Of what once was.

Years gone by
With a blink of an eye
Torn between
Here and there
To learn to go forward
One must learn to fall back.

Chasing dreams
Lines framing time

Chasing rainbows
With no end in sight

Chasing butterflies 
Fantasies delight

Copyright © Shannon Deane

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Do you like my raven eyes

As I walked down the street 
this morning 
I tried to be polite and inconspicuous 
You stare into my eyes; 
My brown eyes speak louder than my 
Husky voice ever will 

What are you looking for? 
Do you liked what you see 
Pain, shame or a sense of connection 
Love, nowhere to be found 
It ruthless, it vanishes, it disappoint 
By now us all know the stories 
Of lost-love, 

It begin with a smile 
A kiss, a warm embrace, 
Then tear and fears 
Do you love the raven in my eyes 
Sorry stranger! 
I paid my tithes, 

However, 

I lost my loves 
Caw, caw, caw! 
Do you love the raven in my eyes

Copyright © Annie Lander

Details | Free verse | |

Your Words

Ah…those nuances of words
Those subtle meanings
That draw the reader to
The heights or depths
Of emotion
A exhilirating ride
Along curves and dips of the letters
Those hidden messages
Waiting to be discovered
Those hints
And alluring peeks
Into someone’s mind
And what really resides
In the heart

Words
Those little messengers
That belie professed
meanings
And show
The real intention
At times
A select choice
Of delicious morsels
Of truth
Beautifully arranged
To appetize
And delight
The reader
And to satiate

Words
The little particles
Of the human 
Soul
Exhaled onto the
Page
Carrying the essence
Of the spirit
And the heart
Living and beating
Separate entities
That captivate
In their simple
Yet profound
Beauty

Words
YOUR words
Have become
Explorers and have
Navigated their way
Into the inner sanctum
Of my soul
Where they are treasured
Venerated
And worshiped
Perfumed with the incense
Of my love.

Words…..

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Rhyme | |

It Lives In Us All

My brain is blocked off by this wall, and if anything,
I can think of nothing at all
I'm trapped from my own mind, with nothing but the wrong key,
I'm caged inside myself, where I'm anything but free

So I pick up a pen, new leaf, and I give in,
where I don't need a cut to bleed, all I need is emotion
So I bleed, and I bleed, until the ink runs thin,
then crumple it up, and start over again

It's like my escape - my outlet you could say,
a feeling that you have to experince, because it's impossible to explain
It's like you're free again, you're finally sane,
where you can fit an entire sculpture into one little frame

The world is outside of you, and you're alone with your thoughts,
everything is blocked out, and you're content in your spot
You can write a whole story, with a little or a lot,
or you can just write, with no goal, at all

But as long as you're writing, nothing could be better,
you feel like you're alive, and you could live forever

And then you run out, or you lead goes dull,
the feeling is short lived, but It Lives In Us All

Copyright © Aaron Guttery

Details | Free verse | |

I Want to Write

I want to write something
Of breathtaking beauty
Something of value
That will nurture a soul
Assuage a pain
Tug at the heart strings
And bring release

I want to write the words
That someone will cherish
The words that will bring light
To the dark crevices and corners
Of a battered heart
And bring healing
And peace
And light
And joy
Indescribable joy!

I want to write
About the enchantment of love
And being in love...
About fluttering heartbeats
And quickened breathing
About slowly reaching that melting point...
The mystical moment of surrender
Surrender with sweet abandon
To another
Knowing...
That you are safe
To experience
To know
And be known 
Completely
That pleasure is waiting
To be mastered
and to master
and to obliterate all else
Except that moment
in time


I want to write……
But the words
Won’t come
I’m empty...
Parched to the core
And desperately in need
In need of those very words
That will bring me back to life.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Narrative | |

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Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart

Details | Rhyme | |

That Angel Smells Like Lotus Flowers

I know not her name, 
But I can trace her by scent, 
She has driven me into a smell-at-them game, 
And am attracted to her a hundred percent, 

Stronger than my very own Chase, 
But am unable to keep the pace, 
The scent, be it expensive, I'll buy on higher purchase, 
I just want a glimpse of her face, 

Is she a material girl in a material world? 
Who taught her to smell so sweet? 
Whatever the case I'll buy her the world, 
And place it beneath her feet, 

I spoke with the wind to reverse her scent, 
And I followed it to a mansion so beautiful, 
It is here that I'll pitch my tent, 
Till I see this angel that converted me to a beauty fool, 

Alas! A master piece, 
If she isn't a runaway angel from heaven, 
Then God must have really been at peace, 
And created her in days more that seven, 

Introduce myself I shall, 
Even if its only for a while, 
Am Leonardo da vinci, please Monalisa smile, 
But she disappears behind that great wall, 

Copyright © Billy Simani

Details | Free verse | |

Look for Me

Look for me, my dear
Look for me…

Not in the New Poems’ link
And not in answer to a post
Look for me by name

Look for me because…
You love my little rhymes 

Look for me because…
My simple words
Dance in your heart
To a curious rhythm
Charming in its
Imperfection

Look for me because…
My pain and agony
Are your soul’s siblings
Waiting for comfort

Look for me
Look for ME

I’m waiting…
Right here
Hoping to spin
A web of magic
To capture you
In silken threads of 
Joy, love, and beauty

Look for me…
Oh, please look for me
I’m waiting to be found.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Tanka | |

Potpourri of Poetry

In the magic screen
A potpourri of poems
Words once alive in the heart
Textures, shapes, sizes
Pieces of our different lives
The fragrance lingers with me.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

Details | Blank verse | |

Breathless

Sometimes when words escape
They leak back into the echosphere
Like a lost soul with a task unfinished.

Their absence haunts us, those words we thought
And let slip through our fingers before articulation.
They want to be spoken: need to be spoken into existence,
But never were given the chance to mature
Beyond the simple state of being an idea.

When they eventually return from their metaphysical journeys
It'll be too late to make a difference or prove their point.
The timing will be wrong, the context unnatural.
It makes me wonder if the world might have been better off
If those pesky words would have stayed lost,
And not come back to remind me 
That it's rude to stand with one's jaw dropped
When a beautiful women is speaking to you.

Copyright © Andrew Repenning