SONNET – SCARRED LAND
The trees were leafless, burnt, the branches charred,
the ground covered by blackened forms; ashen.
The golden soil turned gray, the earth scarred,
nature’s conversion in fearsome fashion.
But then the world opened for a new life,
first the harshness of land, and of being,
to discover the richness, culture rife,
of life, a land of plenty worth seeing.
Landscape sculptured like a woman; to see,
with beauty and form for eyes to adore.
Breathtaking was the view, vast land and sea,
life’s gifts as female form‘s love to explore.
Scarred would be life before revival,
an inherent part of love’s survival.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016
The weathered years passed with silent restraint
and left an impression that time stands still
I have counted sunsets without complaint
While life washed over me testing my will
I've crossed boundaries of unimportance
and found wisdom at the iron gates of age
I've laughed on the dark stage of circumstance
and know life's curtain falls on the last page
To play a fool in the turmoil life gave
and paint graffiti on its coldest walls
I've been my own master, been my own slave
I will open the aged gate when death calls
To allow my mind to cross many years
and find a mixture of beauty and tears
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
To forgive or not to forgive, that is the question.
When you are offended, whether real or imagined
by a loved one, a friend, or by someone esteemed,
do you confront the other, or resolve to be patient?
If by some stroke of luck, the offender apologized
but turns around, talking glib gobbledygook,
do you keep silent and still, looking cool as ice,
or do you tell it to his face, that he’s more than a crook?
At such time as this, or any time for that matter,
it is best to forgive whether he asks for it or not.
Do not poison your heart with cyanide blather;
bitterness can bother like a bat’s up your butt!
Forgiveness frees the offended from the devil’s deceit;
and makes you smile at the debtor, as his debt, you forfeit.
A modern sonnet.
06 October 2015
Poem of the Week - October 11 to 17, 2015
Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015
Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.
A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance. One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.
For what could man want more than such as this -
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . .
His gaze is fixed on her who shines above.
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.
the moon- old/new poemsPoetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
The void calls through gossamer veils and widow's peak.
Shifty-eyed now of necessity I lie, bone-wrapped
in rosaries black as my rheumy eyes, death speaks.
Uncomforted by down or velvet, role trapped
corseted, board stiff with age like calf skin vellum
peeled and bloodied by the dual edged knife of man.
The scene is set and I shall not whimper, as do some,
or call to God, or blame the fates of those whose clans
remain earth-bound, when I have left this mortal glade.
Pigment on canvass, linseed loosed, stretchers taut, displayed,
all of this, I've had a plenty, and been royally paid.
My life was art, and it was art that fanned my life's flame.
So, stretch me on the pine boards and lay my edges down;
monochrome me in umber, drench me in shades of brown.
Self Portrait See About the Poem
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
Winter cloaked in the whitest lace
Spreads its folds across the land
Transforming the earth's tired face
In beauty she makes her quiet stand
For those who weep for summer lost
And long for days of idle breath
Those days come at winter's cost
She sings the songs of living death
For naught we argue with the wind
And rail at ice that will not weep
Hoping these days will soon rescind
And her buried promises keep
Winter dances with solemn grace
Dressed in her white gown of lace
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
The candle burns down long into the night
Its life waning in a flickering flame
As I etch these ink stains of black on white
On pages that will never be the same
For I will fill this empty space with gold
Treasures - my soul now feels the need to share
Before the embers in this fire grow cold
I give to you these precious gems so rare
And when this candle dies and darkness falls
My pen will finally rest without regret
Left with the knowledge that I gave it all
My life in words until my dying breath
And in death I will live forevermore
For the pen is mightier than the sword
Written: April 15, 2011
Elaine Cecelia Geroge, of Canada
The Famous quotation 'The pen is mightier than the sword' was written by:
Edward Buliver-Lytton in 1839. Those words still live on today, proving that the pen truly is, mightier than the sword.
First place: Brian Strand's 14 line contest
First place: Razzle Dazzle Contest sponsored by Linda-Marie
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.
Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning
Trying hard to get up on my leg.
Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment
Your love has given my heart a lift.
Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
Here in the final pages of her life
She stops to rest a spell on empty lines
Reflecting on the chapters left behind
In valleys of a mind deep in contrite
Where shadows battle with a blinding light
Conflicting egos fighting on through time
Their argument life’s reason and life’s rhyme
They battle for the end that she must write
Two equal pens held tightly in her hand
Tears mingle with the ink spots on the page
One pen telling truth one pen telling lies
Her bleeding words like footprints in the sand
On lines between a novice and a sage
One pen she puts to death before she dies
Author: Elaine George
Written: April 20th, 2014
For Miltonic Sonnet Contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Awarded: First Place
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014
Transparent smiles and fragile paper eyes
adorn a tender beauty, as a tear
of dew upon a rose in cool sunrise.
A sweet yet clear disguise of yearnings near,
secreted 'neath so tenuous a veil
that slight of breeze would surely discompose
and tear and crinkle. Milky shades of pale,
diaphanous, untrue (as truth’s cast shows),
serve only as a means of self deny,
a flimsy shield against a whispered voice
that sighs a threat to air life as a lie
and deliquesce remaining threads of choice...
except the choice to live, as such a breeze
undresses faintly covered dreams with ease.
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
In pre-ghost era of my sowing days,
and long before my crumbling had begun,
my feeble goals sparked insufficient blaze;
the avenue I chose was not hard-won.
I packed a suitcase but misunderstood
the purpose of my journey from the start.
And though I tried to do the things I should,
I needed more to listen with my heart.
Now feeling unfulfilled is what I’ve earned
by carving fate from means with aimless end.
In contrast, some with fervent dreams have burned.
Their minds are set; their time they don’t misspend.
I took the first broad road that I was shown,
so paths I sacrificed remain unknown.
For the choices we make in life Poetry contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
I savor my precious, quantum bliss;
the vibration of the strings, echo Heaven’s kiss.
In parallel worlds, are parallel lives;
With them, I can identify.
I’ve passed through, many walls of stone;
through countless lives, I have roamed.
I’ve tasted every experience,
I found, that some, I still lament.
A molecular epiphany, I have received.
My life’s frustration, is appeased.
Pure energy, is what we are
and we can visit, every star.
Quantum souls are limitless;
join me and pursue your bliss.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place among the leaves.
Past toasted rooftops, twilight bids the sun
must softly slip away to realms afar,
with liquid grace, sun-kisses fall undone
and drench the dusk in honey-toned memoir.
Time lengthened shadows whisper to the moon,
enticing her to wear her slender smile.
With reticence, she answers to their tune,
enriching night’s black canvass for a while…
still wearing notes of summer-sweet bouquet,
recalled from painted echoes of the day.
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
I wait while wandering in empty dreams,
where everyone is lost and dying slow.
And in the distance are, unheard, the screams
of anguished souls I’ll never come to know.
The winds blow hot or cold here, rarely cool.
Leaves flutter out of sight, disintegrate.
Relief, if ever found, is minuscule.
I do not even know for what I wait!
I’m drifting with the leaves as they change hue,
concealed among them as they fall to ground.
And as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too,
alone (as souls unknown hear not my sound).
And still I roam inside this wait I keep,
unwilling to awaken from this sleep.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Back To Basics
Let's walk the country road and faithfully
keep cadence with the heartbeat of the wild,
where life, unveiled in naked truth, sets free
her gift of innocence. Just like a child,
unblemished...pure in body, mind, and soul...
finds simple joy with each new day unfurled,
we'll stand alone with nature and extol
the basic, priceless treasures of our world.
We've built our prison-cities; in their hold
like programmed flesh-machines we stop and run.
The human longings in us soon grow cold
as we turn switches on for work and fun.
Let's walk the country road...let's laugh and play
before the tears of time wash it away.
Sandra M. Haight
Contest: Poem That Time Forgot 2
Sponsor: Silent One
Old Poem - Not Entered Previously on Poetry Soup
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills
Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.
Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your name.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shame.
You walk along a dark, forbidden path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.
Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!
Robert J. Lindley
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart
I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.
So in love with my sweetheart but soon hope gave way,
when drug induced Nirvana flew into our home.
Easy now to see it in slow motion replay,
when I groped in darkness wherever I dared roam.
Raging clouds gathered within the uncertain West
as thunder spilled over into each haunting hour.
No joy in simply knowing that I did my best,
while I saw the destruction of my wild flower!
I remember fierce storm that blew my life apart.
Its massive crushing winds destroyed my aching heart.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-11-2016
Form- Sonnet, I used 12 syllables instead of ten.
Syllables Per Line:
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 124
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
What tomes in lonely corners dwell
where undisturbed and rimmed with dust,
forgotten tales that once were held,
and stained with tears and love and lust,
now sit untouched like aging queens -
more interest in apparent heirs
like Kindle tablets with pageless screens -
dull bootless script where no one shares;
so empty when a page is turned;
no weight of paper in its place,
and when it's done, no conference yearned;
there is no book, just empty space.
The halls where all the books are kept
will haunt until their dust is swept.
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2016
I wonder whether this is love or lust,
If rain reigns in the day or dark night,
Confused as I lay low without foresight,
My soul sails through the sea of metal rust,
Clean my lens and brush my hair just to adjust,
Hoping to see my diamond shine so bright,
This passion can`t be hidden but brought to light,
as I look at the sky to know who to trust.
Heaven smiles at me as my joy abound,
This reminds one that shinning stars are few,
Knowing that goodness and bliss will be found,
I walk towards my pearl for the time is due,
Her beauty and traits spin many heads around,
For her benevolence you have to take a queue.
Copyright © olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2014
She wakens to the most ungodly ring tone-
her husband's cell phone left there by her bed.
And next, her damn alarm clock's blare is fed
by noise of the neighbor’s lawn mower’s drone.
At work, suppressing groans, she is a clone
who answers e-mails, and with silent dread,
takes clients' calls. Guff fills her pounding head;
again and then again that ringing phone!
Then finally she’s home. Ahhhh. . . . time to dine -
except the children cannot break away
from Face book - and the oldest starts to whine.
Her hungry spouse then walks into the fray.
Amidst it all, as if to underline
her plight, that neighbor’s dog begins to bay!
For Cyndi MacMillan's
TIMELESS YET CONTEMPORARY, A SONNET THANG
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
When precious children look into my eyes
They should not see things I despise
Rather love should always be
In my eyes for them to see.
But should I fail to satisfy their gaze
And somehow in their eager minds I raise
Questions left for those who follow soon
And with their precious spirits will commune.
Let No one take these innocents astray
Or change their golden skies to shades of gray.
Let no path to riches for them be denied
And in their hearts may love always abide.
By their holy innocence we're awed
Surely they are precious gifts from God.
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2012
If love does not live so that love may live,
Wrecked on rugged rock like a pirate ship;
Tiresias speaks to hearts—no love to give,
Darkness and void with no inspired lips;
If love is quashed short of its golden prime,
Like dinosaurs smashed by a meteorite;
Crushed from its age of blossoming on time,
Like breath strangled from life not to unite!
Then O’ love, send me Pegasus to ride,
Spread your wings—lift us to Zeus in the sky;
Touching constellations with them abide,
Creating cherished crescendos for weepy eye:
Lightning life beaming love from golden clouds
Descending passion upon earth erasing shrouds!
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2010
My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!
© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008
There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight
A crimson feel that envelopes alright
I love the sight of every form of red
Yellow seeps in with orange that bled
World moves effortlessly along with this
The colors of majestic times you wish
I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee
Seemingly to make me complete and free
A crimson sky beams with peace and delight
Sun dips into the ground and out of sight
Birds recognize this beauty and dips down
Reaches in the heart of the glow around
Tranquil with love through the entry parlor
The sky is filled with an awesome color
Contest: CRIMSON SKY old/new peom
Sponsor: S. K. A. T.
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
***Sponsor rob carmack
Contest Name Screwed IV
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
11:02 pm. April 24, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015
Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation
Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song
Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days
My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you
Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold!
Robert J. Lindley 09-24-2014
note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around.
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
It was very hard for me growing up
As had to raise my two months old cousin.
Me! An adult at the age of six, yup.
After three years, my aunt gave birth to twins.
Then, three years more and their sister was born
To get trained after getting a degree
In the populated house, was forlorn.
Thought for a job to have my own life’s spree.
Then, the uncle and aunt died suddenly
Leaving my four cousins under my care.
And my dream to have my own died wholly
Though my head said, “No, It’s not fair, not fair”.
But my heart won over my head duly
Now the four cousins are my life only
Based on a true story
December 8, 2014
Form: Sonnet: (Tetrameter)
Second Place Win
Counted on howmanysyllables.com (Total 140)
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
How grand it is when blue sky meets the sea,
may sky and sand and water ever be,
reflected in this topsy-turvy lea.
Oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Will you meet me where the foam froths and roils,
where waves pound upon glistening soil,
and seagull's squawk in mismatched harmony;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Sea tossed, the dross shines upon the strand.
Gemstones are born, where the sky meets the land.
meet me down by the rush of lulling sea;
oh, let the stars fall down, and over we.
Here we will lie for all eternity,
with life and death, and our love of the sea.
Scenic Point by Robert Butler
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
If ever pain shall strike my wounded soul,
my consolation is you are my cloak
Your calming presence mending any hole,
protecting me from chills it might invoke
If ever moon and tide shall be at war,
and convolutes my tattered, wrinkled mind
I’ll plunge it deep into your ocean floor
of soothing words, ‘til sweetest peace I find
If ever sun shall fall upon its death,
my only prayer is that you'll be with me
For light within your heart is like my breath,
and this will last me for eternity
I know that life shall cease for me one day
But love, ah love, forever it shall stay...
--English sonnet; iambic pentameter :)
**thanks so much to Kash for the heads up on the syllables, and also to Jack for "it", and also to Sara and Carrie for your insights :)....it's looking better now, thank you!!
again many thanks as well for all who's passed by and left inspiring comments :D; Debbie, I nudged the comma & tweaked that other line and Andrea, thanks so much for the additional wonderful suggestions-- sorry I am a bit stubborn with some of the lines ;)
Copyright © binibining P.iNk | Year Posted 2012
(The Relativity of Beyond)
Bacteria, too small for human eyes
Engage their fight for life within our midst,
So unaware of Earth's gigantic spies
With microscopes and slides, who co-exist.
And tiny fish contained by walls of glass,
Oblivious to all that thrives outside,
In world of colored sand and plastic grass
Know not of ocean's roar or rhythmic tide.
And we, the wisest brothers of life's sea,
Who travel well the wonders of our home,
Are blinded by the endless mystery
Of space and time--horizons we can't roam.
What great dimension of the vast beyond
Makes Earth a microscopic vagabond?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: A Penney For Your Thoughts
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size,
then the one thing it cannot afford to have is
a sense of proportion.”
Douglas Adams, Author: 1952-2001
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015