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A Triolet for Linda

To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! I pray you find a way to mend your heart. To those you care for, always you impart poetic gems! Return to this, your art. Grab hold of words and shine again, a star. To those you care for, always you impart deep love; how beautiful and sweet you are! Written 12/6/14 for the Fighting Depression(poems for PD) contest of shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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To Take Each Day As It Comes

To take each day as it comes
To gratefully praise The One
Joyfully face the new dawn’s grace,
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To guard my thought as it roams
On anything or anyone
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To be careful with my words
To use the value of my hands
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To do everything I can
And bring a smile to not just one
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
To celebrate other’s gain
Not consciously cause another's pain
That's now my everyday plan.

To take each day as it comes
Not all the time comes the sun
For sorrow comes to everyone
And that I must understand.

To take each day as it comes
And know that I’m but a man
I will be glad, life’s not that bad
And do my part in God’s plan.



*A resolution during a time of disappointment.

Kim Patrice Nunez
04 August 2015
image credit: Edwin Hofert

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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My day as a woman

When I awoke, a woman I'd become
The spirit of many, contained in one
Strength and beauty, mystical tears
Magical entity, who hated mirrors

Looking at reflection, I seen my flaws
Yet in the background, I heard applause 
Others seen me, with much different eyes
I listened too their voices, discarded my lies

The blood of creation, flowing in my veins
A brave warrior, a vision with brains
Nurture and strength, complicated friend
Passion personified, a master of pretend

Layers of lovely, deeper than a well
If you love me, I have a secret to tell
Loyal and fierce, sometimes hiding my face
Push me to far, I'll be gone without a trace

My day has ended, time to go to bed
Still words unspoken need to be said
Yet in the end I turn back into a man
Enriched by women, I am who I am

For Women Only Contest 2
By: Richard Lamoureux 
Perhaps you will allow me to be an honorary woman 
Either way I enjoyed writing this poem. Thanks for the inspiration.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014


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The Crossover - Collaboration with PD

The Crossover 
By Kim Patrice Nunez 
26 August 2015 


Come, let me join you in your world 
beyond the glow of crescent moon 
I won't be stopped by words you hurled 
my love enfolds you silent soon. 

I felt the anguish of your mind 
and heard of secret crimes you hide 
Turn not away, the truth let’s find 
You’re still alive, they thought you died. 

Healed of every sin from my life 
Entwined by death the heavens will subside 
In each soul resides purpose and strife 
Walking in a new world side by side 

In a world, making any kind of sacrifice 
I found forgiveness beyond the night 
By the gates, love waits in paradise 
Crossing over into the light. 


A Poet Destroyer Collaboration

Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez | Year Posted 2015


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Silent One

This is the first of my ‘l'hommage’ poems to the many fine poets on this site.

Skillful poet, with a depth of heart
Intuitive grasp of beauties unseen
Lovingly crafting his creations with care
Encouraging others to blossom with joy
Nothing of harshness to mar his fine work
Touched by the Muses with creative fire

Originality of expression, not mere novelty
No mere scribbler of vain, empty verse
Energy of Spirit, dancing with life

Copyright © Michael Spangle | Year Posted 2016


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Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems

Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,

Hair falling out in the shower poems

 

And I told a half truth

When I told you I could write you one

In less than six months (It's been eight)

I apologize for being so late

 

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful

Like those ribbons

I see all over the internet

Filled with cheesy generic rhymes

That could get me hired by Hallmark

 

 I just know my metaphors will start melting

And that my similes will get all soft

 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 

I went to Google

And the typed in the word 'happy'

Three billion things came up

Not a single inference to

Breast cancer, hair loss

No redirects to mastectomies

 

The only thing research could teach me

Is that a good day on chemo

Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black

And has no blood in it

Or when your urine

Smells better on Wednesday

Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours

When 24 would be better

 

Still I refuse to finish this poem

Without something bright and hopeful

And I know I'm doing a horrible job

 
America has more poets

Than it does alcoholics

   And Pot smokers combined

And you chose me to be

Your Breast Cancer

Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem

About the biggest battle in your life

 

And don't think

I didn't notice your Facebook activity

Had decreased by 88%

In the last three months

 

And you aren't really

Coming to any more of my poetry shows

Ever again. Are you??

But we still have January, February

 

And how do you write

A Breast Cancer poem

With no references to breast

(I get embarrassed)

 That would be some kind of Oxymoron

I guess

 

But even if you had one breast

Or no breast

or if you had less hair than I do

I promise to look only in your eyes

And never ever even notice

Or even think about it

And never for a moment

Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 

But I don't suck at loving you

Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning

 With no Cancer at all

And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside

Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you

Holding your hand while we look down on Paris

And you can impress me with your French again

 

And if I ever make it

To the Pulitzer Poetry board

I might lose a thousand points

Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten

And some old person with white hair will say

That this was the worst love poem ever written

Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2016


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PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010


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Make It Count

line count and word number are equal in this selection....

"Make It Count"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

A
Man may
Come to play
But if you say
Oh no baby, not today
Do you think he would stay
Or would he go so far away
In search of another lover he could lay
Doing everything associated with rolling in that infamous hay
And if push came to shove, maybe he would pay
To relieve all the stress stemming from your hips' distant sway
Because something must give, there are more than fifty shades of gray
That's common knowledge to the freaks and all those upon which they prey
And once you learn them all, I promise your lover will never ever stray
But if you miss just a single one, then you may experience that dreadful day
Where you lose it all so try to find True Love and remember to always Pray

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015


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MY POEM, MY CHILD


Conception and perception swell 
til my poem is born, squalls at its own thin skin.  
Happiness! This is how art begins, a verse 
to nurse, to rock, as wonderment slowly opens. 

Soon, a stanza toddles, uncertain of where to go.
See the twinkle, the peek-a-boo dimple, the stubborn 
try-try again?  Hear the burble, the wail, 
the fumbling whimper, the haunting murmur?

The imp is mothered, though not smothered 
with too much affection or too much pride. 
Love urges exploration, evolution, 
as the poem grows, dares to climb and reach,

and though wayward, I kiss its uplifted cheek, 
send it to school, where great numbers 
will teach it a thousand concepts, a thousand 
possibilities; it may squirm on its seat,

scrape its knees, stammer, develop a crush,
stand all alone while the well-meaning ridicule,
then laugh at its own absurdity, bravely change,
rearrange itself without my permission

as it matures, outthinks me and leaves.
I gift it independence, never overprotect.
It will pack its bags and find a lonely reader,
who will circle words, add question marks,

a ridiculous curlicue, where there was none,
and six odd words will woo a highlighter,
a last line might be underscored,
beside it, a grumble,  Why isn’t there more?

The question will grow, far from the page.
The reader will awaken, pick up a pen,
and though I am dead, long forgotten,
my little poem might grow within him. 




Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2015


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The Poet

The Poet

Tribute to
Tim Smith @ Poetrysoup.com

Seeking inspiration
in the darkness of the night.
He listens to the shadows
to give him words to write.

A longing somewhere in the wind
a broken heart cries out.
It's captured his attention,
now's not the time to doubt.

He listens to a love gone wrong
he hears the teardrops fall.
Still he cannot turn away
until he's heard it all.

It speaks to him of anguish
and of a broken will.
He feels a soul begin to bleed
but he listens still.

When silence again finds him
in the shadows of the night.
He speaks for the voiceless
within the words he'll write.

Sending hope and faith and love
on wings of butterflies.
He reaches out to broken souls
then he helps them rise.

For deep inside he holds a key
though many may not know it.
The way to mend a broken heart
is the heart inside the poet.

Edwin C Hofert 

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015


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Unraveling Self-Esteem

When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?

The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.

You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.

The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.

The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.

Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.

With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.

You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.

                P.R.Deremer

Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015


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Jan's Sonnet Sedan - Tribute Limerick

When an Ode Operator named Jan
hits the road in her Sonnet sedan,
she keeps Lines in their lanes
riding Rhyme's rough terrains
and drives home every Poe'm that she can



************************
This limerick was written 
for my Soup buddy Jan Allison. 
Thank you for your playful 
input and positive support - 
you are appreciated! xoxo

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015


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tribute five

"Please Allow Me to Speak for Him"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Strength is boundless within his words
In the hearts of many, he should be heard
Lent me his pen one time in the past
Even his dark stuff reveals the awesome skill he has
Nothing can destroy a heart that's really pure
The Answer Is Christ, The Only Known Cure

Once He Arrives, everything makes sense
Nothing but his pen can get that intense
Each selection I have read makes me more appreciate what his pen invents

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015


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What is Life

What is Life
	
Life is a gift, with many ups and downs,
Its mysteries and wonders keeps’ us spellbound; 
It takes us on adventures, that were not planned,
It has twists and turns, that we’ll never understand;

Life never stops, no matter the time or season,
Its existence is evolutionary, like the “Garden of Eden.”
It is a story book, pages full of complexities,
It baffles our minds, and exposes our insecurities

What is life? It’s beauty, change, imagination, too,
An everlasting rollercoaster ride, experienced by me and you!

Written: © 9/8/15

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015


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Pessimist or Optimist

When young I heard the glass was either ½ empty or ½ full But with time I learned… to believe either one makes you a fool My health made me battle from the almost empty place But I came to see that… your life is not a glass or a race I always worked to fill my cup to the ½ full point… and beyond To compare my life to others always made the pessimist spawn Optimist or pessimist is more than some kind of… point of view They are each an integral part of what makes you… you The pessimist is a part of everyone’s make up… that can make us give up The optimist is an acquired trait… that has to be constantly built upon Fight the pessimist who can bring you nothing but sadness and despair Nurture the optimist that gives you the chance… to do and go anywhere The optimist can give you self-respect and the chance to do great things It can make your heart and your soul soar… and to grow great wings It’s a way of life that can add to your existence and also others Which way of life, you cultivate, says how much, you’ll see of life’s wonders You see: Your cup is never ½ empty or ever ½ full… Life is a work in progress So never give up… Look for ways, in this world, to bless And why let anything stop you? It is a hard fight, to some times win... But will be very gratifying… if you keep trying… until the end. Written by Carol Eastman 11-7-2015

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015


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of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014


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A good night wish

As I lay here to sleep
I have thoughts of someone far away.
Holding them close to my heart
So the pain will go away.
We smile but so far away
how to see it until I dream.
Wish I was a great eagle
so I could soar upon the breeze 
and land close to her side .
The nights would be filled with joy
as we walked side by side
talking about life as I gaze into her eyes.
Through her eyes I see the scars
soneobe left behind
which only be healed by time.
We could dance the night away 
if we were side by side
but I can only dream
of this enchanted angel 
that is so far away.

Copyright © Michael Byte | Year Posted 2014


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A poem for YOU

In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013


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My Perfect Story

The Perfect Story


Ingredients.... My Epic Melody!

 
I spread my wings, 

To carry you into that perfect ride.

Allowing you to communicate with my mind.

I'll show you what my perfect story would have in it.

With the world's enigma not everyone can find.

Words twisted with reality and beauty divine

The majestic ways to live with fairy tales combined.

Show no weakness towards the mercy of my gift.

Unleash the lightning, leaving all competition behind.

Pierce every word with my gleaming eyes.

You'll find yourself in the ebony of the blind.

A space passing every constellation with no regrets of return.

Assault the moment of the mind with the perfect line..

Expect pain, love, death, and desires that burn.

A trap for the follower to sink in.

Losing yourself to the evil garden underneath the green fern. 

Falling in love with the mental link of my imagination.

Rising from the ashes that killed every demon in my nations.

Rescued by the light of he who rode the wind of fate.

Breaking an oath to give every perfect story a-

 "HAPPY ENDING!"

 
~SKAT~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011


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My Christmas Thankyou

Thankyou 

How do you thank someone for giving you twenty-five  years of extra life


Yes twenty-five years extra, Of  being a Mother, Nanny and Wife.

How do you thank someone for being there for you
.
When you were so ill, you didn’t know what to do.

You thank them by, now being the person you want to be
.
And showing the world on live TV.

You thank them by doing all the things you never got the chance to do before.

When you couldn’t even venture out the door.

You thank them by living your life  in the fast lane again
. 
Now you are free of the nightmare, free of  the pain.

You thank them by shopping at a packed Sheffield Meadowhall
.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, you are having a ball
.
You thank them by going to see your fav’ourite singer Cliff
.
You sit there with 12,000 people just to do this.

You thank them by running a helpline for others

meeting fantastic people along the way
.
You thank them by living your life day by day
.
You thank them by just being you,

You thank them in everything that  you do.

Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2014


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SOLDIER

Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die.  Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper?  Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose. 

I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds.  Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED.  I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines.  All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead.  All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION, BRED TO SUCCEED.

I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bubonic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG.  We APPROACHED the enemy 
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army.  All who volunteer to follow fall in line.   .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION BRED TO SUCCEED.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015


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Patience

Patience

Here is irony.
Patience waits for no one.
We must wait for it. 
It decides how long we must walk or sit.

Patience to wait.
Patience when it seems to be too late.
Patience when happiness plans to elate.
Patience in its most perfect state.

Patience to get the job done.
Patience to walk when we must walk.
Patience to run when we must run.
Patience to be silent when there is 
a never-ending urge to talk.

Patience to live.
More patience than we wish to give.

Patience,
Oh yes, relentless patience.

Patience when pain has taken center stage.
Patience when anger has turned to rage.
Patience to keep writing one more page.

Patience is a virtue.
We all know it's true.

Patience.
Oh yes, relentless patience.

Copyright © Princess Poetry | Year Posted 2014


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FORGOTTEN TREASURE

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I've found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right smack in the middle of everything
Was what I thought to be a wishing well
I immediately tossed a quarter into the sea
Looking down, puzzled as can be
I peeked in to see where it fell
I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was in there waiting for me
The reflection in the water was me before this day and age
I thought, what could this be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

             SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010


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You Can Hug Anyone You Want To

(This poem was inspired by my friend's grandma who said, and I quote, "You can hug anyone you want to." I dedicate it to all the sweetie poets who give "hugs.")


You can hug anyone you want to.
It's something everyone can do.

(There are many reactions from one act.
Proceed with caution so you don't get smacked.)

You can hug any way you like.
Keep it loose, or grab 'em tight.

Hug with a manly guttural noise,
or hug like a lady with grace and poise.

Sometimes just one hand will do.
Hug the way that best suits you.

Hug to ward off tears and sorrow.
Hug like you're going to die tomorrow.

Hug sister Suzy. Hug uncle Al.
Hug anyone to make a new pal.

Hug 'em big. Hug 'em small.
Hug 'em one. Hug 'em all.

Hug 'em in a group or two by two,
so the pleasure's not all about you.

Hug with a spin. Even make it an art.
Just make sure you hug with your heart.

It's as simple as a shoulder shrug.
Everybody could use a hug.

You can hug anyone you want to.
Watch your back, cuz I might hug you.

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2013


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BALANCING THE SENSES




This sitting takes me to an attic of raw light bestowing foams of quiet glow for travelers unyielding to a precise compass of direction, a spaceless space nourished as it were, losing the self to Bodhi-like clouds and nomadic lotus spreads. I release this soul buried in the kundalini to a congregation of ambient tunes saying nothing, taking flight unto a hymn of unknown obedience moved by elemental balance: no more weight or cities divided, united by forms of one, one core. My malleable flesh dissolves into tiny breaths; it comes and leaves with floating grace ascending the next chi , as I go deep, deeper… high, higher centering second, fourth, seventh chakra until this my body- mind- spirit marries in a ceremony of calm traversing zones unnamed by time, one with all senses, bliss or regrets… the airiness of journeying through this unshaped season fed by something unbidden in my life so blessed. I step outside my body, somewhere… without a trace that realms chop my head, searching for a mantra of stars… stillness fed.
* chi – life energy * kundalini--a force which ordinarily rests at the base of the spine. *chakras-major centers of spiritual power Roy Jerden’s Religious Poetry: Non-Christian Buddhism 10/18/2014

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014