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In The Hands Of God by Wings, Broken
Hello, I'm Invisible by Wings, Broken
For My Muse by Mac Donald, Michelle
Behind The Cloud by chizoba vincent, john
There Is No Time Like The Present by Wings, Broken
Lament of your Life by Wings, Broken
City of the Dead by Wings, Broken
Turkey dove by Joe, Sloppy
Why I Am Here by Wings, Broken

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Knowledge is power

Listen to me I a wisdom spreading the message to grown ups and children Mentality philosophy sycologicoly educationaly given My brains spinning working 7 days a week thinking My thoughts are high beonyed the sky it's like an angel blinking Thoughts of determination I will spread knowledge to the nation So all that negative in the world I am replacing With lyrical penatration only spoken by a consealer I can never be the same never follow I'm a leader This world is going down if I keep this to myself I would die a 1000 deaths to help everyone else This life is so amazing while hell's fire keeps blazing Billionars keep getting money and prices are still raising Homeless people craving 3 pennies they are saving I'm getting so pissed I'm about to paint the white house black Uplifting my community and bringing it all back Apply all this wisdom because every word is a fact

Copyright © ikhlas moosa | Year Posted 2014

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Without Anabel's smile,
I am a forest without a tree,
a universe without its golden sun;
and with a loner's heart,
I'll forever search for my lovely and unseen star!
Without Anabel's smile,
I'm tossed by the be thrown into the sea!
and with little hope,I easily lose heart!   

Some women are easy to love,
and Anabel's name fits these tender words;
a real woman stands by her adored man, 
and gives him all she can...
Anabel...lovely Anabel,
everything turned awfully sad...
when our beautiful star fell
from the August sky to the silent earth!

Without Anabel's smile,
life becomes a flower without spring,
an empty hand that holds nothing;
and mine waits for her distant hands
to touch me and make me come alive...
and if destiny is kind, we will dance!

Anabel...untrue Anabel, prettier than an unreal goddess:
have you found another sweet-heart...and settled for less?

Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008

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Why I Am Here

I found poetry soup several years ago,
And it has been a wonderful journey;
Sharing poems of sadness and eternity,
Only here, can I let go of all my emotion.
But treat me with respect so I can grow,
Reponses to my sad writes are wonderful;
But, there are two sides here, one beautiful,
The side where we share poems and words.
With lovely comments like musical cords,
I want support not rules from administration;
And instead of demands give me direction,
And the blog side- well is quite dreadful.
Oh, the beautiful side is where I wish to dwell,
Administration, be fair so I never say farewell.

December 21, 2015


For the contest, Why Are You On Poetry Soup
Sponsor, Jerry T. Curtis

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Sister, Sister, Beloved Sister

Sister, sister, life would be awful without my sister,
She is my rock, the voice of reason, my safe harbour;
Not an older sibling but younger, always my anchor,
Oh, she was born with an incredible inner strength.
She possesses all the beautiful qualities of my mother,
When I am ill, it is my sister who holds my hand;
By my side she will always and forever stand,
For me she goes the distance, no matter the length.
She is my soul's deepest love and greatest strength,
I will always listen and depend on her advice;
It is full of wisdom and is usually quite concise,
Mother must be smiling down from her heavenly land.
Through all life's twists and turns we are one,
Oh, the days of childhood play, until the sun was done.

December 19, 2015


For the contest, When Older or Younger Siblings Step In, sponsor, Eve Roper

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Hello, I'm Invisible

I am the invisible girl behind the words,
Known in every land for my bleeding ink;
Behind self-imposed walls I find a place to think,
Each sad brick is sorrow and betrayal.
Within my strong walls my poems are free birds,
Invisible- I surround myself with beauty;
Music playing in the background, oh so moody,
My writing desk ever loyal,
Lovely, although invisible my portrayal.
I dine with a view of flowers swaying,
On a shady porch my cats are sleeping;
Books on many shelves are my friends truly.
And art on walls are my dearest companions,
I am invisible- this is not delusions.

So invisible-
Afraid to leave my haven.
I am a red rose hidden,
You must be willing,
To peel back each soft petal,
To reveal this girl of words.

April 24, 2016

Canzone (Rhyme scheme ABBCAEECCFFEGG)
and Choka (5/7/7/5/7/7)

Inspiration - Image #1

Entered in the contest, Being Invisible
sponsor, Skat

Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Blood Dripping

Let me remove the sword from my back dear friend,
The blood is dripping and I am full of sadness;
Seems that loyalty is just a thing of madness,
Oh, the pain in my heart is shattering.
I must learn to never ever trust you again,
You say one thing but you do another;
It is raining on my soul, I thought we were forever,
Your words are just senseless dribble scattering.  
My disappointment is sadly staggering,  
So I must add more bricks to my high wall;  
And should you try to climb it you will surely fall,  
I know the Lord up above makes me always stronger.
But I must thank you for your cruel deception,  
As sorrow always gives my writing direction.

December 3, 2015


Submitted to the contest, A poem written on a rainy day,
sponsor, PD/Skat

Fifth place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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Over Energy Transfer

Fact none the less science has proven
That forms of energy does so change
Overly abundant is this synaptic spark
Power be contained in thus rotting shell
Only one knows thus where energy goes

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2012

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Godly Men


I speak thy name so often, you’d think I’d know the spell; but so help me, I swear I do; I
saw it this sullen
Mourning standing in the cue – the gaunt brother of commerce’s inclusion aching with
regret; I could smell it on his breath – Lord, the world devoid of love drains my brothers
blue – they seek you in such vacant places – they see you where they are, not: a subtle
telling sub-plot of longing and regret; oh how they adorn such phases: the raincoat, the
cup of coffee, the last great event of yearning; the wrong turn not taken; for all is
gone, forsaken – in the void that seeks consume them one, two or three. 
This is the last remark that can be spoken on the subject, for to lend it power is to doom
those brothers bold who beat thy rhythm true – those saints who ply a trade unique – to
stare at Godly men’s best intentions and render them oblique.

Copyright © Joe DINKI | Year Posted 2008

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be smart stay in school

see spot see spot run, wow mom i can read
yes but you must go to school to get all you need
at home i can teach you how to tie your shoes
but they can teach you why one and one makes two

back then getting an education was so clear 
and we didn't bother to question why 
as we learned the different between hear and here 
and of course how to multiply

but now it seems school is not what we pictured
no more recess where we run and laugh
they have brought in American literature
a when will i use all this math

then you must combind all you know and more
just to try and get a deceit S.A.T. score
which they say is based solely on your knowledge
and it's very important when choosing a college

this is why we must focus on our priority's
in order to get into a good university
and in these times you need a college degree
that's the only way to make it in today's society

you'll have plenty of time to have fun 
so don't be anybody fool
it time you start looking out for number one 
be smart ! stay in school

Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2012

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If tomorrow I’ll be late for a coffee to "The Greek"
Do not wait
Above Olympus of pain I make portrait of Mother
In the loneliness I knit nostalgic mosaic of Father's
To the Children we build together the statue of longing
Let we kiss a lot Grandmother but not let us kill the exile

If after tomorrow I will be absent for cappuccino to "The Italian"
Wait me a bit
To save desperation about homeland
I will ride crazy within Dante’s circles
While daughter of Tyro’s King wound words from haven
Kills me every day and Kosovo in daylight

If today again I’ll not come to “The new club”
Don’t think that I don’t want
But there are gossips, rumors and fog
And I pray for everyone, even for those who only speak Albanian
Wait me to the field of the church where our childhood suffering
To make toast of tears; why we haven’t had the beautiful youth age

Copyright © bekim tocani | Year Posted 2012

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the Sun is shining brightly.

when the sun is about to rise above, one can see and admire the beauty of the light coming
out the sun which is like gold colour which is covered all whoever it comes on. all the
birds meet on the trees nearby singing with perfect cordination with each other, saluting
the sun, one can also feel the heat of the sun  on those who shining on them. some
passerbys drinking water to quinch their thirst because the heat is going very high as soon
the sun goes up little by little, and when the sun goes down in the evening, one can feel
the light heat and the light that seems to be very golden  yellowish on the fields and where it
passes leaving a spectular beauty looking at it, by going up little by little till it vanishes behind the sea for good

Copyright © kenneth mahoney | Year Posted 2010

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Put A Ring On Your Finger

When you kiss me
I get high like I could 
touch the sky.

When you touch me
I get them butterflies.

Something about you 
really turns me on.

Might be your looks,
or the way that you 

But one thing's for sure,
I can't get enough of you.

I can see myself spending
the rest of my life with you.

You're driving me crazy,
I'm in need of you daily.

I'm hoping that you feel 
the same, so we can make 
things official between us.

Put a ring on your finger,
and become husband & 

Then live our lives 
in paradise.

Written by: Poet Shi

Copyright © Poet Shi | Year Posted 2014

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Love Spell

A love so zealous
Can defy a thousand men

But to whom shall I give my love
If no one wants, what I have to offer him

I lay awake at night
And cry a million tears
My pillow cries back at me
Because it hears my fears

At daybreak, I lay awake
Heartbroken, yet I persevere
For I will never give up on finding him
Not for a hundred years

Today, I passed a man, who gave me a wink
I think …

Copyright © Nicole Signorelli | Year Posted 2010

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Ready for Love

I've loved you for awhile.
I know now I can share my heart with you.
You have proved to me that I can trust you with it.
Can you help me put it back together again?
All i ask is for you to handle it with care because it is fragile.
So here it is my heart open but broken.
Ready for you love.

Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2012

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The WORLD beyond WORDS

WHY she doesn’t understand? I want to speak something, Unfortunately she gets something. Why is there a gap, between our thoughts? I went for a nap, Hoping everything will be fine afterwards But…nothing has changed As if I am cursed, I am back to hell. Why I am like that? Why can't I make anyone happy? Why my life has become so sad? Where are those joyful berries? I am so scared From all the directions I am so dumb That I can't believe on my own self When will the light of glory, Come to my life For which I have always thrived. When will I be able to convey my feelings Of love & care for her? When will I be able to share? She behaves as if I don't exist Like I am out of her life. This makes me feel , As if my heart is cut with a knife. Talking is far... She doesn’t even give a glance How can everything be alright? I can't even see a trace of chance. My eyes are swollen because of tears. They have become red But I don't think she cares Which makes me tremble with fear.. I never wanted to hurt you I am sorry if I did I know it was my mistake to some extent I am sorry.... I am rude But I don't pretend I will try to be polite As per your delight Please please please don't walk away I am ignorant Instead help me to find a way Help me to rise, Take me to paradise!!! ~~~~~@!<@!\!!<$!-!@ Priy@

Copyright © Akanksha Priya | Year Posted 2010

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A lot of us,
forgot to live,
knowing that we must,
do whatever we can,
all to give.

Forgot about,
what was important to us,
always doubt,
what we think of,
we knew it,
wasn't love.

It's time we change,
find a way,
to arrange,
what has lay,
in our past,
needs to go away.

I say we start,
what is there to lose,
we can all,
be a part,
of what we choose. 

Copyright © aya darwish | Year Posted 2014

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The Naked Truth

The stories I could tell and having told
of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path
within the skin and to the core the soul
through torrid memories of the long lost past.

I'd speak of Joseph whose passions prompted bliss
of kisses deep within this form of Eve 
of baths with gentle hands, where my soul heaved 
as fingers traced each mounds earthy contrast.

 And so that, days pleasures not bow to nights repasts
I'd share with you a tale of sun baths in rye fields
laying au naturel in hip high grass, as caution yields 
to tender taunting's upon an oh so, rigid mast.

Truly, I'd say for bold I am, and never cold,
the naked truth should never be, left undersold.  

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Lord Valentine's Heart

To thee, my love, I send a well worn heart
though wrapped in crimson satin and unbeating
I fill it with sweet meats and love's entreating's
Oh please return, we've been too long apart.

I brood at break of dawn and setting sun
behind the velvet cloth of our bower.
I stare from arched turrets in our tower
and strain to hear the homeward hoof beats start.

Hear me now return, I'm left with but a part
of a life not worth living without my dove.
Your Valentine is but a token love,
for needs be, I've much more to impart.

To thee, my better half, my sweetest bride
will you return to me, will you homeward ride.

*A Canzone is a pre-curser to the sonnet
and has 10-11 mixed metered lines, I have used
Dante's end rhyme pattern [abbcdeeccffcgg]

Contest: Your Best Rhyme
Poet: Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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If Love

If love was a river

I would pour you
an ocean.

If love was a planet

I would give you a

If love last forever

Then forever is not

When you feel
how we feel...

Love means more 
to the heart.

If we love to be loved.

Then the feeling is 

A feeling incredible...

Magnificent, beautiful.

Written by: Poet Shi

Copyright © Poet Shi | Year Posted 2014

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The Unwanted Visitor


He is slow and fast and always comes so sudden
If he pays you a visit, he will be an inevitable burden
He visits everybody he wants to, there is never exclusion
There is no age-bound; the old, young and the unborn are an inclusion
Everybody knows this visitor and why he visits and never wishes he visits
Death; the punctual visitor that leaves his host and hostess late when he visits.

If this visitor visits you, how will you welcome him?
He comes always to take not to give, what will you give him?
He is the time-keeper that doesn’t state the time and season he visits
If you happen to be the unlucky host, what time will you wish he visits?
The august visitor that visits every month unannounced to his timed hosts
Death; the wicked visitor that causes sorrow to all who relates to his timed hosts.

He does not just make things seem bad, he makes it worse
He is always the necessity that leaves every choice a curse
There may be but haven’t seen anyone who wants him around
In a twinkle of an eye, he can make a noisy hall absence of sound
For every suicide; seconds to go, anybody on suicide will wish to be alive
Death; the unwanted inconsiderate visitor that never leaves his hosts alive.


Copyright © Victor Alexander | Year Posted 2013

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Time pass by

A crazy gloomy highway,
Whacky streets of birmingham,
Catostrophe like winter bloated in winds
Tremble like passion cursed to flow,
Sounds where i heard the first smirk,
Her eyelashes twinkled like whisky sky,
An irish coffee mocked me to look,
Her raindroping hair wrinkled my eyes,
An smothering  truth or a soothing lie,
Sip on sip coffee hanged me high,
It was a rainy day,no one to say ,no one for bay,
It was her tranquilizer which made me die,
on the very moment which now pass by
That love on sight like a first pie bite
I hinder this road to look for her,
Which now looks like a labyrinth masscara that she floss on,
Roads came narrow, i glazed on to follow,
She moved to a door,that went inside lamped on floor
It was lazy  me ,sure she was nice and it could have been a night
but now its better begin for my Redbricks lane,
My days are bad and luck is hard, let it be let time 
pass by
coz her eyes are still in my eyes,
and its still a long winter and coffe shop is just two blocks aside.

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Copyright © vaibhav zawar | Year Posted 2013

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I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder were you are; were you might be.
I wonder if it is possible for you to still think about me.
I wonder if you'll love me forever, like we promised to; or if that all faded the day I lost you.
I wonder if I'll ever see you again, my husband, lover and best friend.
I wonder alot of things; but most of all, I wonder why you; why you at all.

Copyright © Vanessa Bailey | Year Posted 2009

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Life is a Game

The grief and sorrow came into my Life,
Turn my soul change, Sharp like a Knife,

Never let down, Before the Game End,
Play it in a real, don’t left it as place we Lend,

Try your luck, For Even at last Minute,
You don’t know life after death is Infinite,

Every moment you think positive, You seems to be Fly,
It vision You strong, Put Through Your Aim High,

Don’t count what you have lost, Just see what You have Now,
Future can give back your lost things, You have to searched How! !

Life is a Question, Just like a playing (Cards) Game There,
Answer is, right now in Your Heart Here,

Life is Game, its all about Your Aim!
Burning every thing around us Just after a Flame.

M. Shahid H. Chouhdry

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

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Love is like a flower
It needs room to grow
kept in a pot of soil
to watch over, has nowhere to go
It stems become lifeless
petals scatter and no longer vibrant
A boquet it will never blom into
I wish I never met you
Can't believe I let you
Suck the life right out of me.


Copyright © kimberly andreasen | Year Posted 2012

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A change in Me

i've always been one to have his head on straight 
maybe i've done a few things that was quite irate
but regaurdless i've always kept my faith
even when life was'nt so great.

to me growing up in charleston was'nt so bad 
had just about everything any other kid had 
a wonderful mom and a decent stepdad
even though i did things to constantly make them mad

i've always had good teachers and preachers and such
between my  mom and them i 'd learned so much
and even the feel of God glorious touch
to whom i knew i could rely on when life got rough

then i moved away from the country 
because i figured that was'nt the place for me
there was so many things i had to do and see
so i decided to move to the big city

for me as a youngster i was so amazed
i got myself into so much,in them days 
totally forgetting to give God his praise 
and Lord knows this was'nt the way i was raised

i started looking at my life and the situation i was in 
knowing i;ve commited so many sins
pretty much lost all my friends
thinking to myself is this how it's going to end

now the question that was really in demand
was why have i  strayed so far from life's plan
it was even hard for my mom to understand 
 why i had become such a changed man 

but right when i thought i nothing else 
God stepped in and said son i never left 
i was just waitin on you to ask for my help
but you had to experince things for yourself

then i was hit with a dose of reality
and it feel so good to be set free 
knowing i have the love and support of my family
and with him i can be all that i can be

Copyright © Robert Walker | Year Posted 2012