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Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed

Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006

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Harnessed to the Sun

(Excerpt from “The Dreadnaught”)

We are all harnessed to the sun
Strapp’d to fate’s elliptical orbit
Held by a captor so immense, so torrid,
That we’re flung to each moment,
Delightful or horrid.

Little slack has the harness of fate
Every ripple of change becomes, by its motion,
A billow in Fate’s turbulent ocean
Like Philosophies created by idle notions.

Often wishes pervade the air
For reversal and for altered direction
Of our destined path, for a predilection
But this would cause a dark inflection.

Time the embroiderer weaves our thread
In inimitable pattern till the fabric is done
(As poignant as love, yet lethal as a gun)
Let us not unravel a single one
For surely it is better being harnessed to the sun.

Copyright © Garth von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016

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Into The Sunset

I have the need to feel free
like I've got nothing to lose,
I just want to get into my
blue convertible and cruise.

I'm growing tired and bored
of this same old abode,
I want to go much further
than just down the road.

I ease my dark sunglasses
down over my brown eyes,
as the summer evening sun
begins setting low in the skies.

My hand grips the steering wheel
and my foot holds the throttle,
as my lips take a long drink
from a cold Coca-Cola bottle.

I reach over and tune my radio
to my favorite rock station,
now I feel like driving through
every state in this nation.

I won't know where I'm going
until I finally get there,
All that I want to do is enjoy
the wind blowing in my hair.

I hold my hand out the window
to feel the air through my fingers,
I wish that I could always be
where the free spirit lingers.

Around the endless curves
my car disappears into shade,
far away in the distance
my bright red tail-lights fade.

I pass by rows of green trees
and a thousand birds on a wire,
the sky blazes a yellow-orange
as if the clouds were on fire.

I could not imagine anything
better to end this perfect day,
than an amazing view of sunset
out on this lonesome highway.

The air is becoming cooler
as the day blurs into night,
I feel so awake and alive
in the sun's fading light.

I keep traveling on down
this lonely two-lane road,
I drive into the sunset
and forget my old abode.




May 8th, 2014

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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When The Sun Rises

Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.

I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.



©2013 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2013

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A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

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The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Shades

a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

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Dreamer

Close your eyes for awhile my friend, I heard there lies a moon far behind the black sky, I heard lovers were dancing beneath, can you hear them singing? I can feel their tipsy steps making rhymes on floor, and smell of perfumes filling the air, I heard a sun rises to brighten up their world, and birds do sing them charming melodies at morning, they say they have roses in colors and beautiful trees in the streets, and have they told you about the sea yet? They say it smells so wonderful and the delicate air of seas caresses their cheeks with soft wet breezes, oh my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the fragile ghosts that we are!

“Hush” whispered to me, “I lighted up a moon inside my heart and I smell lilies and jasmine in my nose, my dreams play tunes my heart dance on, they speak to me all night and there I see a starry night floats above, I feel the warmth of a sun in my soul as it hugs tight, whispering to me hymns of love and joy, lightening candles for hopes which had accompanied me amongst the dark, why have you closed your eyes my friend? Look through the colorful roses I painted for you with eyes wide open, let the lights off so you would see clearer, let the lights off so you can brighten up the world that hides with you, for my friend, what have we seen in the dark but the free spirits that we have become!


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Copyright © Samar Saleh | Year Posted 2013

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Patradoot or The Messenger 38 /Many

Patradoot or The Messenger 38 /Many

English version by Ravindra K Kapoor 
Originally written in Hindi by my 
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor


The charm and beauty of her lovely eyes, dear,
I could not find even in the loveliness of a deer,
Such are the fascinating charms of her eyes, 
Even the Sun would not come out feeling shy. 

If any tears would appear in her eyes by mistake,
It would get burnt by the shine of her eyelids, dear letter,
Even the bunch of deer moving here and there
Would feel shy to behold the beauty of such eyes.

Such lovely pairs of my beloved’s eyes would be luster less
Because of her long waiting for me and her silent sobbing,
The moment she would see and hear you, dear letter,
Tears would start coming out from her eyes like rivers.

Her face use to shine like the full Moon, dear letter,
After the tender touch of my love rains,
In compassion of seeing such beauty of her, dear,
The Moon too would feel shy to appear before her.

During the chewing of beetle leafs dear letter, 
Her lips used to get red,  darker than the lotus petals,
Seeing even Sun with its alluring redness would feel,
Shy to come out before my beloved,  dear letter. 

Ravindra

Kanpur India      09th Sept 2010                     continues in 39

Based on the true freedom struggle story of Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor

Protected as per Poetry Soup’s copy write protections 

Note:
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Send me an email on kapoor_skk@yahoo.com

Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father 
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.

He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom 
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned 
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath 
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in 
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas, 
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary 
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990. 
He left this mortal world in 1994.

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2010

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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Where The Sun Shines

It's okay now, for women to go topless
Oh my how the world it has changed
Some boobies are perky others floppy
With the help of gravity some rearranged

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining
The female form is a delightful sight
Yet sometimes I need to shield my eyes
Those white boobies are awfully bright 

Us male drivers, completly distracted
Concerned for safety we have all slowed down
Many come from all over in hopes of a peek
They say kelowna is their kind of town

Please forgive us we don't mean to stare
It's just our way of showing support
When it comes to rights we'll gladly take part
We would have fought to free boobies in court

So ladies I say walk around with pride
You are an inspiration to everyone
Be careful to apply a whole lot of lotion
You don't want them beauties burnt by the sun



In sunny Kelowna it is now legal for a woman to walk
topless down a public street. Sadly no women
have opted to take advantage of this new found freedom.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

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Ocean Dance

Soft sun, dripping through 
the trees, landing on
her smiling face.

Waves made of laughter
crashing down in dreams
lost in the cool light.

Gone are the days of
fanciful sights and gold memories.
Now she has seashell thoughts and
ocean air dreams.

Wind and salt against her skin,
soft, crushed powder beneath her tanned feet.
Smelling sea breezes calms her mind.
Melodies that the ocean plays just for her,
making her soul dance.

Copyright © Jae Airgead | Year Posted 2013

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Pouring Sun

Breathe in and out and don’t fall for the lies of society
We are breathing in pollution of poverty
Heartaches are blameless, but I am blameful 
Shattered and insignificant…left on the floor…wasteful

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

You’re so distant and far from my reach
Your love, your kind of dynamic love I beseech
Fast speed of shapes shape-shift right before my eyes
Love is working and you run me over by your lies

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

Pouring sun drenches in my eyes of reflections and shadows
Collecting woes…bruises and clues of faithless woes…
Holding unto me once more, winter froze me long ago
Shades and hues of uncertainty clothe us all…so? So?

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

You ignored my calls and messages of a billion light-years of love
Don’t you know, you little sparrow, that wings of flight comes from up above?
Sacred sanity crowns my head and I pray you sift out the dread
Shielded by God’s royal grace, I see your face with an outlandish, yet total trippy trace

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

Beautiful as you were to me,
You’ll never, ever see it, the beauty
The beauty
The beauty I long to be…
I long to be…
Free,
Can’t you see?
Will you ever see?

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

So blue…if only you knew
So blue…if only you knew
The dark secrets of time
You got to try…
You got to try to fly
Internalizing isolative comments
Negativity and what not
Has left me to rot

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

Enflamed by encouragement
Deflamed by discouragement
Holding in resentment
Deceived by the heart many-a-time…
Pardon my lack of enthusiasm…sin is crime
Sin is crime
Sin is crime
In a flick of a dime

Apparently, you are different and better than me
Aren’t you lonely and fading?
Running my mouth and flipping out frankly, frankly
Can’t believe you’re miserable and hating!
Press your body against my own…
We are one, no longer two
Like black and white skies…we blend…you’re my backbone
Right in front of the insanity of my sadness so blue

Whatever or whoever you want to become,
Be that person, not the numb victim of dumb
For you are not dumb, you are smart
And smartness comes from the heart
I memorized it by heart
The moment we both broke apart

“Be a dream-catcher, not a dream-destroyer”

“Demolish not and construct a lot”

Pouring sun has won
Dim moon has lost

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2015

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Goodbye Sun

Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and nerves
of this vessel- 
To my untrained eye the confusion
of cables overhead is bewildering
This black ship of stealth
tracks the world outside,
silently invisible itself

Rows of monitors, sonar devices
high powered periscopes
all with a myriad of buttons to push-
A marvel of technology -
yet men are the heart and soul
of this great ship

They are Submariners

They say goodbye to the sun
for months on end
Week after harrowing week they spend
day after day on grinding drills
where the only thrill is their daily meals
Systematic, methodical
They are human- in a ship of war
but a ship that exists for freedom

The Officers guide us through each section
The ship at rest has released them
from an endless commitment but
with a practiced eye
they are still attuned to every detail


Commanders almost prescient
so in step with every procedure
they can sense malfunction in their sleep
I notice the commitment to excellence
I note the pride behind the
preparations for our inspection
Blue curtains with the ships insignia
are drawn on bunk beds
Shiny copper engine parts, clean bright paint
reflects the values of those who
keep their vessel, ship-shape

Now I stand in the nose where the
weapons rest
The metal tubes look benign
for all the power they contain
Ironically in rows, directly above,
the crew's bunks are located-
in tiers of three -even sleep
 is regimented
Photos of family are the only
human touch in
this dark, black, whale 
of a vessel

The sense of duty for each individual
seems overwhelming
There is a spirit of complete trust
between them
This is a world for honorable men

"Victory is Silence"
I try to imagine daily living
the self-containment
the steely discipline
the choosing to go forward in the face of
uncertainty
Precision and man - morphing
The pact between Submariners is
absolute. 
They move as one.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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The Well of Dreams

Black foggy darkness swallowing me whole
enveloping me in madness I can't seem to control
dripping smoothly down my throat it stings
horrible grotesque aftertaste it brings
clamping tighter can't breathe, lungs burst
grasping the lasting soul dream to quench my thirst
plunging head first I tear through asunder 
crashing off these empty walls like sharp lighting and thunder
light breaks, a dawn thrust forth and born again
Ascending I break the surface towards the sky 
a blue and white rhapsody of ribbons floating by
sparkling droplets shimmer in my eyes
i awaken, my dream has ended.

Copyright © Elya-Destiny Wren | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lanterne | |

Sun





                                              Suns
                                          Warm glow
                                          Sandy toes
                                        Beautiful beach
                                              Breeze

  



                                    © Copyright K.C.Leake
                                      30th November 2015
                                        All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

My Sun

In looking and looking and looking for love externally, 
I feel I am seeing the light of the distant stars. 
In doing so, it takes the night to be present. 
In the night of human darkness, 
I see the beauty of the distant Suns. 
In knowing of them and in my admiration of their light, 
I learn about the night of my own nature. 
It is this learning that will turn my Earth round, 
and it is the contrast of which I've learned, 
that will teach me of the daylight of my own Sun.

Copyright © Nat ST | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry | |

Crisp winds

I wake to the crisp winter air

I feel the wind so cool in the night

My soul seems to want to take flight


I hear the lonely winds so cool in the clouds

the  birds chirp a song to waken the others

two hungry shadows lurk in the breeze


So dark this morning in time

waiting for the sun to rise

I hear scampering around the tree's


Hoping to hear your voice

hoping to see your hand in my day

seeing the shadows keeps me longing for your embrace


The sun rises and the leaves seem crisp

ready for snow this morning

the clouds are grey and the wind seems to have

went away.


I close my eyes and see the sun

the sun shines deep in my soul

waiting for my master to take control.



Written by©Betty Bolden

11-11-04

Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013

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Sweet Remembrance of You

Caught between the sun and pavement, 
Hand in hand and yet apart, 
Each one’s friend, but each other’s case,
To the end from the start;

There was no other door, 
There was no other way, 
For us to live;
We triumphed in the night, 
Succeeded in the light, 
Each time;

We knew only right and wrong, 
Would forever keep us strong, 
Never quizzing the road ahead, 
We resolved to proceed; 

Finding friends and finding knowledge, 
We would feel like man and wife, 
Resting on each others’ minds,  
We declared truth in life;

No matter where we were, 
No matter how we did, 
We knew we were tall, 
Whoever would inquire, 
Whoever would aspire, 
We loved;

Sometimes hand in hand together, 
We’d assert transparency. 


Lyrics for Sweet Remembrance of You contest
Lyrics start when violin begins



Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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We Are The Sunset

I'm all his and he's all mine
Together we spend all our time
This is it were in our prime
Minds linked to one another
Bodies may go their separate ways when desired
Come home to each other 
The love indescribable
The freedom; limitless
Mental connection unimaginable
Understanding at its highest peak
Feelings so strong, unbreakable
One incapable to fathom the idea of our bond
Night and day, yet we are the sunset
Separate lives, yet we are one; a strong unit between sun and moon
We set the mood; new style of living
Within the depths of an ocean; a relationship 
While swimming freely throughout the sea of fishes; solitary
It's what many covet
This fire of love for one another so strong, we set each other free in the same 
breath
A form of happiness higher than what's considered happy.

Copyright © Alyssa Marie | Year Posted 2014

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Freedom Light

Freedom light

Now and Then I wonder about life, and about death.
And then I start to ponder, and then take a deep breath.
I wrap my arms around myself, my head falls to my chest.
I give myself a warm embrace and wish all of us the best.
For life is now, and only now, which is the only way  to live.
The sun will shine on you somehow, if you take and if you give.
And when it does you'll know it, the person you become.
And when you do you'll love it, and now it's just begun.
So take it all and use it up, do what you want to do.
Go down that road to fill your cup and you'll discover, too, 
that life is free, alive with light, calling out for you.
Your sun and sky, your land and sea, are only for you to move.

Copyright © Dina Cassiano | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku | |

Sun Of The Freedom!

Say to me that our love will be so beautiful as our blue sea,
Whisper that the new, tender light will be our big, high delight
And forever would be an outstanding Sun of the Freedom!

Copyright © Atour Tamrazov | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse | |

the sun is not yet able to rise

cold, dark night is upon us

the dark night of humanity is upon us

the sun has a long time before it is ready to rise

the cold, dark night is upon us

and it will envelop humanity

before the sun is able to rise.

the sun will not be able to rise on these great shores

the sun will not rise on this great land

yet.

it will take time.

it will take time before truth waves her magic hand.

i walk and i think, i think about humanity alot

i think it will take time

i fear the bloodshed

i fear the evil in the world

it takes great courage.

Copyright © John Goodman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Freedom writes

Freedom sings in the nature of things.

Warm gusting winds. 

Bash against the leaves  of a tree.

It makes a sound purposely calming to the ear.

Beneath the trees roots do grow.

Freely and free.

Free burning flames of the sun blind the eye.

As free roaming clouds set free the sky.

Plants of the earth dances.

Its partner the free blown breeze.

Hump back whales jump above the sea.

Are you as free as nature and its unpredictable course of dances.

Can you stare into the free burning flames of the sun?

A stare of freedom,the sun has won.

Will your eyes stay open,like wildly free tides that hit the sands.

Stroll with me in freedoms steps

A freedom nature kept.

Pick up a pen and set its ink free.

Or use your blood on paper and set your self free.

Many say they love to write free poem verses,but they erase and cross out their free poetic verses.Oh come write with me on natures freedom leaves.Let free blown breeze run up your sleeves. 

Erasing and crumbling paper, a freedom tease

Borrow  my free pen and freedoms keys

                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom.
                        Oh freedom 
                           please.

A free flowing freedom cant freeze,nor cease

Take my pen and write with ease.

No crumbling,no erasing. 

                            Just freedom please

Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry | |

Sun Kissed

Sun Kissed
By Curtis Johnson

I once dreamed of a land and a time                                                          that were entrenched by the beauty and the beast.
The beast did not attempt to cause me to fear,                                             nor did the beauty charm me to bow to its demands.
Both the beauty and the beast joined hand in hand,                                        to acquaint  themselves, and enjoy the feast.

The land itself was a special place, most divine and serene,                              so preserved, secured, and protected like no other
There were traces of human failures and misfortunes;                                    There were tear filled bottles, indicative of prior pains,                                   but peace was clearly present, and hope was detected.

Faith was genuine; love was pure and painless;                                             and the entire atmosphere was heavenly directed.

The beast was not in that land to do harm to any,                                         but to remind everyone how life once was for many.

This land of wonder was never spanked,                                                      But always awakened by the rising sun

Cool breezes flowed in the afternoon                                                         Inhabitants were kissed by the setting sun,
And they were shined upon by the moon

The beauty was not there to model ,                                                           but simply to demonstrate what life                                                            was always meant to be for everyone.
cj051908

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Freshness Of The Dawn



...." The Freshness Of The Dawn " ...


Remember when your in pain , 
The beauty of every drop of rain ,
Or the sight of every day break , 
A glorious sight when you awake ,


The sun has started to rise ,
As a reddish orange glow fills the sky ,
There's a lovely quiet all around.
And fresh dew shimmering on the ground .


You know the day is fresh and new,
Feel the stillness is there just  for you 
Breath in the freshness of the morn
As mother nature gives you a new dawn 


Welcomeing you with open arms.
Showing you all of her precious charms .
Making you feel born again , 
Even in the light drizzly  rain ,


A tranquil quietness like no other
Like the bond between a child and their mother ,
When everything brings a smile to your face ,
And your proud to be part of the human race ....

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Copyright © Jim Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? | |

Darkness and the Sun

Slowly darkness reaches out

gently killing all thats bright

pushing out all the light

filling  everything with night.


wait I call out to the day

please can't you stay

or at least take me away


but the light 

the light does not respond

instead countiues to fade


only the night

only the night wind answers my plea

saying whoo? Whooooooo?

Whoooo are youuuuu that youuuu shouuuld go with the light?


Alone i'm left.


When the darkness comes 

it reaches out for me

wrapping around me 

I feel the gloom breaking down my shield


So one more time I call out to the light, 

Calling for the Sun

Please Please rescue me from the night!


Then suddenly I see the Sun,

Rising,

I feel the warmth of His rays,

wrapping around me

holding me in the Light


I am here

you are not alone

I will always return.

Never  fear for the Night is the one that will always fade away.


So when the Night comes

When he steals everything that sparkles

Remember that you are not alone

that the Sun will soon be hodling you.




5/29/08 




Copyright © Desvin Umberger | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Freedom before my lost brother

Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to the same drum? 
When my hand have been blown off for beat
The beat, the beat, the beat

As he races from the explosion of freedom in his chest
For freedom
To escape this tide of hate
That swept us slaves of red, white and blue

And he is nothing like before when hate took him away
He is a man at six and we are still children as adult
War took my hands and feet I am no solider
I fight for freedom not money
You fight so this tide will not cross-oceans and sands

We fight here for food and light
And light, to breathe, to die for family
Across the ocean hand my son an ak-47
And he will march and kneel before God for forgiveness

Hand my brother a ruger and he will stand in the shadows for American greed
Greed in the land of freedom and hope, black in the shadows
And mother can mend wounds here across the oceans she can only dial 
Extensions..... 
Of relief
Mother over there must know how to be doctor and surgeon, and warrior for the 
Next 
Generation to survive, to live

We cannot procreate; we are the ends of mankind
With bombs in the hands of babies
To extend our left hand of hate across the ocean, across towers of hope

We must all be the same here a million mile from each other
My skin dictates that I hate, be hated, I rape, be raped
I bleed red, white and blue
Watching in shock, disbelief as red, white and blue goes up in flames in the 
Ashes of the wind just like you

Freedom can never come to me here before her with that torch 
My mother across  the ocean must be sending me a package of death to kill my 
four father
Your four father because my complexion means that no one can see me
 I am a lost brother, forgotten sister 
 Hated child with no hands, no hands in freedom

March me before television cameras, signs of peace, and words of love
I am still a lost brother............ before truth
But you knoe me so well..
From the the same box that caused my cousins in your land to be hung
Money means nothing here, Money means every thing beside her with the torch
Pass it to me so I may freedom---the truth

Copyright © Toya Williams | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse | |

Promise To The Sun

I kept looking up
and seeing the night sky
slowly being robbed of its stars,
One by one
they faded as dusk turned to dawn.
And in that moment
I knew you were giving up
your cold darkness, 
Promising the sun it could keep your soul
for all of eternity
if you didn't love me
as much as it's light did.
Dawn slowly faded into dusk
but you weren’t there in the sky.
You were beside me.
I looked at you
and for the first time
I didn’t see the moon in your eyes.
Instead, I saw a blazing fire,
a present from the sky
and a memory of your eternal promise to the sun. 
Then I knew, before you even spoke the words,
that I would never have to look up ever again.

Copyright © Brianna Wahlquist | Year Posted 2016