Amazing Nature Photos

Best Couplet Poems

Below are the all-time best Couplet poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of couplet poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Couplet poems, articles about Couplet poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Couplet poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

New Couplet Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Couplet poems are below this new poems list.

AWE by Enriquez, Leon
ECHOES by Enriquez, Leon
HAPPY CHEER by Enriquez, Leon
INSTINCTS by Enriquez, Leon
SUNDAY by Enriquez, Leon
Spring is Coming by Price, Franklin
Life in Indigo Mood by Thompson, Janis
HOME ALONE AT NIGHT by Ball, Judy
WORDPLAY by Enriquez, Leon
On A Lovely Summer Day Form Constanza by duggan, peter

View all new Couplet Poems

The Best Couplet Poems

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

POOR PETER PUMPKIN

Poor Peter Pumpkin had a very itty bitty head.
So the farmer made him stay inside the garden bed.

The farmer said that he was going to keep him warm with hay.
And there the itty bitty pumpkin stayed for many a day.

Finally, the farmer came to check upon poor Peter,
measured him and then exclaimed, “You’ve grown an extra meter!

I think it’s time for you to finally go and face the world.”
Peter got up from his bed. He twirled and twirled and twirled!

“My,” the farmer shouted, “You’ve grown two legs with feet!
You’re a special pumpkin. My daughters you must meet!”

Poor Peter heaved his hefty bulk, waddling away,
following behind the farmer so he would not stray.

They traveled rather quickly, and soon they reached the house.
The daughters saw the pumpkin and grew quiet as a mouse.

The silence lasted just until at last one daughter spoke,
“A pumpkin with two legs? Is this some kind of joke?”

Her father knelt beside her and whispered in her ear,
“Do not be afraid, my child. You’ve not a thing to fear.

We can carve a lantern. It will be your Halloween treat.
Then we can make lots of pumpkin pies for us to eat."

Peter trembled with a chill to hear their horrid plan.
Jumping out the door, he yelled, “Catch me if you can!”

He ran into the pastures. Then he tumbled down a hill.
As  he rolled he bumped into the couple, Jack and Jill!

“Oh dear me,” cried Peter, “I do not wish to be
a lantern for this Halloween. Please, can you guys help me!”

Jack and Jill then led him to the land of Nursery Rhymes.
His sad fate has now been told to children many times.

For he ran across a man named Peter Pumpkin EATER.
Maybe you can guess now what became of our poor Peter!

10~12~14
Contest: Halloween Co-Writes
Sponsor: Diane Locksley
Written By Jan Allison & Andrea Dietrich
~awarded 1st place~


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Old Painter

 
sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see

where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still

a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun

I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime

I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine

tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!


Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Revelation in the Rain

She briskly walks in January’s rain, which drums the endless rhythm of her pain, pulling closer round her shoulder in the downpour the leather jacket he so often wore. Another day like this she can remember when he had worn the jacket, and against her he’d pressed as they stood kissing in the rainfall. The world could wash away; he was her all! No storm could stop their loving as they raced with great anticipation to his place. Before they’d even reached the bedroom door, they’d flung their rain-soaked clothes along the floor. Underneath the sheets, though cold and wet, they madly kissed. He was as passionate as winter’s storm away from which they’d run, and yet he warmed her like sweet summer’s sun! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She‘s almost home; the rain has nearly died. She thinks of all the nights she lay and cried. While thinking how the rainstorm’s cold still lingers, inside the jacket’s pockets she moves her fingers. In the lining of one pocket, her fingers meet a crumpled piece of paper - an old receipt - its date from when, without a word, he’d left their town and in the city, by a drunk had got run down. The piece of paper gives her now a revelation- A high class jewelry store had been his destination. He’d planned to ask her very soon to be his wife. and bought a ring there on that last day of his life! His parents gave his jacket to her, yet she’d always guessed the worst for why he’d left. What happened to the ring? She cannot know. But now her tears with bitter sweetness flow. For Skat's Epic Only Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

BUTTERFLY KISS

*BUTTERFLY KISS*

I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!


Dedicated to *My Babe*


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Humanity

If we don’t feel with our hearts, we don’t belong
If we don’t see as one, the world is wrong
Beyond the wars and the hate and the insanity
We are all connected as humanity
We are the child with cancer who still wears a smile
We are the kid from the projects facing trial
We are the pregnant teen feeling lost and used
We are the elderly man in a home abused
We are the young couple, marriage on the rocks
We are the homeless one in a cardboard box
We are the cold and hungry, sad and depressed
We are the lonely child who never felt blessed
We are the woman whose life was filled with pain
We are the man standing alone in the pouring rain
We are the child who struggles day to day
We are the teenage girl who ran away
We are the soldier killed in an unjust war
We are the young man who can dream no more
We are the inmate locked away for life
We are the old man who has lost his wife
We would be better off without our vanity
And have a sense of belonging to humanity.


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Under the Same Moon -3-Way-Collaboration-

 ~Under the Same Moon~

P.D.
Our days are different, living under the same moon
Down here in TEXAS, life carries a different tune
This world spins on its lovely axis
Listening to our Tex-Mex of our English lexis
We share a world made with the trust of God's hand
Revealing the beauty that life continue to expand
Don't underestimate our football image of our Cow Boy land
A mysterious Mockingbird only we Texans understand
Surrounded by the sweetest Pecan trees
The Northern Winters come in like a breeze and a tease
We also have them Blue Bonnet fields that come and go
Tell me about CANADA, what makes its motion flow?
Branded like a Long Horn, with my Lone Star State pride
How about you, CHRIS A. What's up on your side?

Chris D.Aechtner
Different lives, different lands, living under the same moon,
waking up to the ghostly calls of the wild loon.
Look upon mountains and forests stretching into infinity-
mighty Sequoias and tall Douglas firs stand majestically.
I could offer stereo-typical images of hockey, snow and moose,
or sockeye salmon, maple syrup and the great Canadian goose,
but we Canucks are becoming tired of idly standing by
as the rest of the world dips its fingers into our Northern pie.
We are a nation of peaceful, open-minded hospitality,
shying away from brutality by offering liberal neutrality.
Before I blow my top as my strong emotions collide,
I should definitely step away from my nationalistic pride,
and ask about the Philippines and its tropical flair-
how about you Nikko, what is happening over there?

NIKKO P.
Oceans away, here I am, living under the same moon
Sun’s rising over there; here, dish runs away with the spoon
My sleep is whacked, so I’m wide awake when you are,
amazing how we can all be in one place even if we’re all very far
Where islands form the shape of an old man, waters hug our shores
Tropical Paradise here, when you explore the great outdoors
Awesome sunsets, bountiful fiestas, the warmest smiles to greet you...
We here just love to eat when there’s nothing else to do!
Colorful rice cakes, freshest seafood, the most succulent mangoes~
Sunny days or rainy days, the creativity here just flows.
Resilient. This is a word that pops to mind when I think of us Filipinos-
We bend and bounce back, no matter how hard the wind blows.
This is just a sneak peek, but I’d love to know more about Utah
Care to share what’s on your side, my dear friend Andrea?

      ( 3 Way Collaboration )


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

A Ripple In Time

A new borns cry
Tearful last good bye

Swaying waves of golden prairie grass
Shifting desert dunes - an hour glass

An acorn dropping among forest leaves
To mighty oak - a lifetime of dreams

The changing moon - to full again
Each morn' the sun - new skies begin

Eagles soar high - our hearts go there
These ripples in time - we all share

©Donna Jones


Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Universe of You

THE UNIVERSE OF YOU I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue and held it there a prisoner captive to my view. I have always heard the song that's in the autumn breeze playing taps in harmony with the forest leaves. I love the smell of rain that brings the springtime into bud and swells my love of nature into a teeming flood. I celebrate the cycle of the daytime into night and find an equal blessing in the shadow and the light. I've always felt affinity for all created things and surrender to the pleasure that their beauty brings. And though I could spent a lifetime sailing drops of dew I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you. I've often sat myself by gentle mountain streams and overflowed the dams that were holding back my dreams. I've breathed the scented forest on the mountainside and washed away my sorrows in an evening ocean tide. I've laid down in a meadow and debated with the moon and spent some quiet moments on the surface of Neptune. I got married to a zodiac with one of Saturn's rings then spied a super nova and went on a cosmic fling. I've run away to nebulae in galaxy brochures and bathed in scenes of wonders on distant planet shores. Every cosmos in creation could parade before my view but I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you. I've never seen a tree once withdraw it's shade and deny a creature the comfort of its aid. I've never seen any anger in the sun at noon when it burns relentlessly on the desert dune. At sunrise I take an oath to live with all my might and reinforce my gratitude each and every night. I could spend some hours riding on a crystal flake drifting wildly in a gale mindless of my fate. Many times I've been through trials of wind and rain and snow then sentenced to the splendors that the seasons show. And though I've searched throughout creation, I must say this is true I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.


Copyright © John Wilowski | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

We Rulers Of The Earth

Listen to poem:

Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?

We're working hard to conquer space—we landed on our Moon.
We better solve our problems here, or soon we will face doom.

New industries and factories constructed every day,
And poisoning the air we breathe—is this the price to pay?

Energy sources are shrinking—what happens when they're gone?
Will Man of Earth ever learn to work with Nature as one?

Some in this world are starving still while others hoard their gold.
Intelligent and civilized, at least, that's what we're told.

We cure disease with drugs that may cause sickness as result—
How many dearly paid for this ‘experimental cult’?

We have become a plastic world where everything is fake,
From the foods we eat to how we look—when will we awake?.

We're civilized we tell ourselves, but fight our fellow man,
If only we could solve world stresses through a better plan.

With government corruption and morality sinking low…
The price of progress we may say—is this the way to grow?

We have upset Earth’s balanced ways, destroying Nature’s scheme—
We’re intelligent and civilized—is it all a dream?

Will we ever walk on Nature's path, take her by the hand,
Restore the beauty meant to be on Earth, our dying land?

Homo Sapiens we call ourselves, rulers of this Earth,
Intelligent and civilized, but what is all this worth?


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Best Old Poem
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 12/17/2015

~2nd Place~
Contest: Let ’er Rip – Shoot from the Hip
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/06/2015

I actually composed this poem 30 years ago…but it is still appropriate today for venting because nothing has changed.  Homo Sapiens means “man of wisdom” in Latin.


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Grandpa

 


The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little boy while waking from his nap
Then reached down with a sweeping move and placed him in his lap

The child was carrying a book that he wanted him to see
He held it up and  asked him “Grandpa, will you read to me”?

The old man cleaned his glasses then opened up the book
And suddenly the two of them a wonderous journey took

They ventured lands so far away, sailed seas not sailed before
Met knights and kings and wizards on every distant shore.

Together they fought dragons, saved damsels in distress
Freeing lands of monsters and the treasures they possess

When the old man closed the cover to end their magic ride
He told the boy “We're much like books, what's important is inside”.

But one day when the boy arrived and rushed to Grandpas chair
Much to his disappointment, his Grandpa was not there

He ran to find his mother for surely she would know
Why the chair was empty, where did his Grandpa go

She sat him down and asked him if he remembered in each book
The adventures and the journeys that he and Grandpa took

He took you there to show you the things that you can find
The wonders that are yours to see if you open up your mind.

But he still walks beside you in the stories you have read
You're not left to go alone, he’s just gone on ahead

The child then went and chose a book and climbed up in the chair
And opening up the cover whispered “Grandpa, are you there”?


Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Your Child's Eyes

The innocence lost so long ago
The undying faith we used to know
The gentle rain of a summer's skies
You can find it all in your child's eyes.

The world was right one time it seems
And we could reach beyond our dreams
To meet a challenge of any size
That fire still burns in your child's eyes.

In a world of anger and miscontent
And the frustrations of a life misspent
And you wait in fear as the storms arise
You can still find peace in your child's eyes.

Take the time for all those things
Hear his words: feel the joy he brings
There is no hate; there are no lies
There is only love in your child's eyes.


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Like Cleansing Rain

Such contemplating that the poets do. They sing of God, our spirits to renew. With Mother Nature often they’re in tune And offer up their verse to sun and moon. They praise the sunset over a blue lake While pondering man’s purpose, and they ache. . . They ache for all that earth can never be, For dreams they’ve lost, and for humanity. And when they ache, their words are filled with pain Which pour out from their soul like cleansing rain!


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Farmer and His Corn

The Farmer and his Corn


Snug and warm beneath the earth
The field awaits the coming birth
It holds the richness that they need
Provides the anchor for the seed

The farmer by his hand did sow
Soon he knows his seed will grow
When length of day and rain is right
And sun above shines warm and bright

The rain has come the soil is moist
New life burst forth, it has no choice
With a sudden wondrous surge
A field of green does emerge

The farmer feels it in the air
He comes to see his field so fair
Quietly, just after dawn
His brand new field of corn is born

Quickly grow those humble shoots
Drawing goodness through their roots
All hot and hazy summer long
The shoots thrust upward, straight and strong

Golden now as flaxen hair
New seeds upon them they do bear
The farmer picks an ear to eat
To check then that, his corn is sweet

The farmer comes to field one morn
Another with him that day drawn
No face had he and yet was grim
The corn all knew that it was him

A shrouded hood, his face to hide
He follows just two steps behind
The mice whose nests the stalks had borne
Know soon there will be no more corn

Not daring now to take a peep
They know for them they’ve come to reap
Both the men they carried scythes
They know they’ve come to end their lives

The farmer lifts the implement
To cut them down is his intent
A shadow fell, with mighty stroke
The farmers gone, with man in cloak.







Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

MOON and SEA

~Moon & Sea~

Hey, boy won't you open that door?
Let's sing and walk by the shore

Come and spread out your eyes
Block looking for reasons, and ways?

The cosmos are more than a space to explore
Don't hide when I need.... Plus more.

Finish playing a master in disguise!
Let's find the perfect sunrise, sunset surprise. 

Put your arms around me
Allow your moon to reflect off my sea

Too much time has passed you by
Come outside with and view the horizon up high

I've got my eyes set upon you
There's no need to feel blue

Hey, boy comes, climb up this tree!
I'm going to show you all the things you can't touch, you can't see.

Let's fit the luxury and beauty of this world into our play.
Don't say them words that will set me free to walk away.

Take this kiss and see how it feel deep within your heart.
Close your eyes in my garden, and draw with the fragrance of art

I want to take you into that space, astronomy love.
Making it easy to float with the clouds way up above.

Glide away from the blame of gravity and self-destruct.  
A bounce of the dust of hurt when you fall and get cut.

Boy, let's hold in this perfect air together.
Leave the cold end of someone else's weather.

Follow me beyond the distance of chemistry.
I will expose your moon and explain the physics of my sea. 

Give it another chance and you will see!
Your moon, is skin deep, needing water from me. 

Turn on the tune in your heart, and listen to me. 
In every sunrise, the moon entwines with the sea. 


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

- Valentine Jewel -


A timeless sense of joy a magical fairy dust sprinkle from the stars
My heart's flame one rhythmic and sensual warm dance

Listening to our sweet music echoes magic whispers inside the mirrors glow 
Power stands within the beauty romancing warm waves uniting flow 

In a halo of silver light shining luster deeply sparkles over wishes beam 
Each new moon embracing forever spotlighting precious silver ball in one dream   

Our love brought us together through life's destiny
Two souls have united entwined in love's single embrace
 
Beautiful snowflake you're one of a kind always unique falling true rings 
Softly warm melting desires lovingly touch gently finding Heaven sings  

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours
You bring me joy and happiness my dear valentine






A co write written by L. Mcdaid and A -L Andresen :) - 06.02.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved



Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Fiddler's Cat

An ebon sky, darkness to light
Diamond stars, mosaic night
Bright lunar sphere of brilliant white
Floodlights a scene of will and might.
The Fiddler’s Cat, sips warm Bordeaux
Fiddle to chin, strong paw to bow
Rosin to bow on amber ice
Wide upward swing, long downward slice.
A rotund dish, the restless spoon
Race through the night below the moon.

Ah, Fiddler’s cat empties Bordeaux
Strikes violin strings, with Dante’s bow
He plays of sorrow, he plays for chance
As spirits soar, he plays to dance.
He plays of peace, he plays for hope
To love and trust, he plays the most.
Fading ebon screen, pale ginger sky
An exhausted shrug, a weary sigh.

A new ordinance decreed by spoon and dish
Keep catnip away when serving fish.


Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

- The Princess Of The Sea -



On the beach I found a seashell
luster of colors mixed with gold illuminate 

Washed by the sea millions of times
tides turn as gentle footprints remain

I sit and ponder, how could it happen
salt breeze within an ocean's breath inhales 

A journey of unimaginable time
drifting murmurs echo against waves crashing 

In the sunlight it shone with many shades
satin pearl treasure heart between two shells 

Carefully I opened and found its soul
it was then as one on whitewashed wings we flew free 

I found a beautiful princess of the sea
Upon a sigh or dream revealed its inner secret









A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
15.05.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

At the End of the Rainbow

At the end of the rainbow, dreams unfold.
And some people say there is a pot of gold.

How well I recall a rainbow one day
that shone in the sky when a storm went away.

Rain pelted my car; I felt so afraid.
But as I neared home, it started to fade.

The sky, once so dark, grew more and more blue.
I thrilled next to see a rainbow arch through!

It bent toward the mountains, so beautiful,
a peace and great joy welled up in my soul.

No pot of gold at its end did I see,
but still there was gold and it beckoned to me.

The mountains were gilded with a bright gleam.
This is the magic that makes poets dream!

When I got home, I took paper and pen
and wrote of that beauty, God's promise to men.

Again I recall how my soul lifted.
At the rainbow's end, God's love is gifted.

Written Jan. 22, 2016
for the ANY COUPLET YOU WISH II Poetry Contest of Laura Loo






Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

SIMPLY TOO GOOD TO BE YOU

I guess we can all struggle when we sit to write But use your own words - to plagiarise isn’t right When I read a poem that’s simply too good to be true I then begin to question, was it really written by ‘you’ Googling a few lines will give me the answer You’ve been caught out – you were a chancer I just want to read poems that I’ve never read before If I find copied poems I won’t read ‘yours’ any more Why claim words from another writer, for it is a crime You’ll never find it happen in any poem of mine 7th February 2015


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

- Every Breath You Take -

To get my heart in the right rhythm, I have to catch your inner you
Holding hands kiss colors inside sunshine warm paradise 

Together we share our dreams with a glass of pink champagne
Celebrating a living memory of eternal beauty sparkling gems glisten

We will find ourselves in an everlasting magical journey
Where the golden barley shakes silken softly whispers in our breeze

I'll walk with you through ages of time
Uniting as one shadow embraced dancing silver treasure

Pure angel of dawn, you've stolen my heart
Weightless without body floating beautiful falling inside the soul's desire 







Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  18.04.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

- In Norwegian it's called - LYKKEN I LIVET -




How blessed I am that you are in my life
Amazing grace whistles through the valleys one tune

You make my body sizzle with your kisses
Fireflies light up blazes in a night sky faraway

I enjoying my dreams and fantasies
Where the sunsets and kisses the moon goodnight 

And everything  will happen because of you
Within starlight flashing blossoms explode beautiful 

No mountain's reach so high
On the peak of every promise colours rainbows 

I love you for many reasons
Some beyond the human grasp of reality 

I’ve never had such thoughts before
Holding hands walking away with sunlight 

I listen to the sound of your heartbeat
Golden tasting chocolate melting echoes 

A sweet and soulful symphony
Reaching the highest temple of an angel's choir 

On a thrilling journey to a  lovely place
Distant drum rolls howling chants in winds of time 







A Collaborated Poem 18.12.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid :)
(Unrymed Couplet )


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

I See You

I See You...

Wanderer, wanderer, lost in the haze
void of direction, succumb to the craze.
Give ear to my madness, so deftly designed;
deception de-jour: aimed to muddle your mind.

Hocus and pocus no need for free thought, 
erase your opinions, your conscious to rot.
As sugar and soda your smile decay,
a hoax and swindle, then off on your way. 

Smoke and a mirror, please don’t look too close.
The truth makes one banal; drugs for the morose.
Illusion can conjure emotions untapped
a quick misdirection, now I’ve got you trapped. 

You think you arrived here, quite all on your own
you’re one of a billion, another sad clone…
I’ve stolen the treasure that once made you free
brainwashed you to thinking all’s as it should be.

Gobbledygook and hyperbolized drivel
platitudes, platitudes, mentally shrivel;
accept what I tell you, and not an ounce more,
wanderer, wanderer, you’re lost evermore. 

07/12/15


Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Within the realms of LOVE

Love is not a spoken language nor can it heal like a bandage Affectionate actions and self sacrifice should come naturally - not at a price Real passion is not only lust and desire simply two souls connecting to inspire Unconditional love is the foundation of trust to learn to forgive in actions deemed unjust A gentleman is always thoughtful and genuine sincerely seeking a beloved, elegantly feminine After all these years you are my only dream the one wish transforming my life into supreme When burdened hold my head upon your chest peacefully listening to your heartbeat as I rest With soft hands stroke my heavy head lightly my heavenly sanctuary embracing me tightly Those beautiful lips tender, rosy and calm yearning to be kissed, like a healing balm Even though you remain a dream in the distance this heart craves for you with daily persistence My sweetheart, merge with me without resistance celebrate our love - gently breathe it into existence 1 January 2016


Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Even The Angels Wept

The day you died you took me with you.
The way you lied shook me black and blue.

The sorrow you felt, I felt it too.
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.

All the good hellos turned into dying goodbyes,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.

You thought you were so sly, but I always knew.
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.

Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell.
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.

Deprivation of your soul saving wonder.
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.

Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists.
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.

Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul.
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.

Bleeding and burning and living and dying.
Needing and turning and giving and crying.

It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept.
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.

Date Written: May 1, 2016

For the contest, Any Poem You Ever Penned, Sponsor, Broken Wings




Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

That Period of Life

Orange is more appreciated by the tongue that tastes lime to do so, if not now, when would be the time? Senses and instincts are the same to all gender deaf ears are given to morality sender. So much energy seizes from the heart its license exhibiting any act irrespective of sense. The road to harm and danger is direct to such travels, curiosity stands erect. Every bad move has an allocated score a rotten seed spreads its allergic spore. Hate the rules, damn the instructions utilizing body parts to their full functions. Following the media and not wanting to be left behind slippery rocks and rusting metals placed around the mind. In the room of so much entertainment, bodies lay hoping the pleasure will be long and will stay. Drugs, sex, alcohol and violence all giving this shade time passes, leaving the young heart the need of an aid. Habits learned and adopted to make or to go astray when maturity sinks in, the wise simply walks away


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016