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Good Night GOD by Simpson, Carlene
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good morning good night by Cross, Jim
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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.


Copyright © Ashley W. | Year Posted 2014

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FINDING ME


To sigh deep in the interlude of time
Before my world of silence closes in, 
As nightfall marks the ticks of birdsong’s chime
And let a North Star bless my world within.
The change of song brings memories’ relief
Asking not what true dreams are all about;
So chant dear sparrows and take flight with peace
And will my wings to rise without a doubt.
Then prayers spill for moments truly felt
For graced tokens of charms are now endowed;
When solace drifts as fragrant raindrops melt
To lounge on twilight’s edge , adorned its  shroud.

Oh, joy so calm beneath the pewter moon
A journey trailed,  where dawn will find me soon.


Where Will They Find You Contest of Marugo Mo
3/18/2016



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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We danced in the downpour


We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving, 
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire tracks,
straight lines on the damp asphalt

Staring up, dreaming,
still feeling your good night kiss,
wondering if you know
I am nothing without you,
my life is because of you
So many years spent floating,
blurs in lingering dark shadows
curbs to sleep in, yesterday's news,
broken bleachers where others met,
and I watched, fearing never me,
darkness would be my hand to hold,
lunchtime falterings on tuna salad wishes, 
a clean plate in line for desert,
they just ran out, 
vanilla pudding disappointment, 
and it was...

I flick the ashes from my damp Marlboro light,
as I notice the lamp in your room is out,
when did that happen, where was I, 
and the drizzle coats my glasses
A chill claims me as the street light flickers
and I suppose it's time to go
in these saturated high tops 
squishing as I pace this sidewalk
of smeared chalk masterpieces

My heart aches again, my life, this night,
every night on an avenue to the border,
is truly nothing without you,
an empty hull hauling cargo of the past,
an existence worth the lint in my pocket,
a poem folded and kept,
written for you in dreams pasted 
on walls of off-white,
in a hallway of desire with your name
layered in patterns that mirror my heartbeat
and I wonder if you know...there is no other, 
none that can compare, 
none that could ever be,
no one will ever touch me, thrill me or
love me like you do and I will not be...
I will not be, I can not be without you

Turning to leave these clinging shadows,
sighing I want you but the hour is now late,
you’re probably in bed, but 
any time away from you is lonely
The rains fall harder now, a liquid curtain
all but blocking my view, blinding me,
when a hand on my arm spins me,  
it is you, drenched, smiling brown eyes 
on this dreary night as you tell me
you know,  you know and it is me
and you mean it, I can tell

We dance in the downpour,
it is us and we are in love, 
to the melody of the rain,
our song, they are all our songs, 
kicking puddles and laughing 
with wet eye lashes, kissing,
soaked with love, 
with devotion and sunny days,
moonlit nights and a lifetime with each other
on a sidewalk, a rainy night, a street light
and forever...you and me


Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Since she is here with me


Since she is here with me Here upon uncharted land I wander as I please Silence comes the morning sun now streaming through the trees Destinations carry me along a sorted way Down the path to anywhere on any given day Corners I may come around are sharp in their design Slowly I do make my way to see what I can find Loneliness I’ve come to know as yet my only friend Days and nights do travel so to greet me once again There beyond a clearing dense the brush so thorned and thick Making haste I follow through, my legs they move so quick For here, but any sight I see to dance before my eyes Thoughts that seem to comfort me when then I realize Sunning long the water’s shore if but a fantasy A beauty drinks of nature’s fair as if she waits for me Now my shadow blends the scene she turns to show her face Like a painted masterpiece my mind can not erase Glowing like an evening star so radiant and true Hair of brown and velvet sheen I’m lost inside her view Then her smile captures me, it holds on ever tight So as I can hardly breathe my head it feels so light “Come and sit here by my side” her words a happy song Sitting down I can’t believe, somehow this must be wrong Oh to feel my beating heart in moments such as this Like an angel sent to me if but to know her kiss As the sun is setting and a crescent moon does rise Watching the reflection glow within her island eyes Now my days are endless as I now know what that means For I will spend forever with this woman of my dreams And we shall go a wandering where ever we may find Down a beach of shifting sand, a mountain top to climb Across a field of daffodils, beneath a falling star No where else shall be too close nor shall it be too far For all along I thought this place was heaven don’t you see Now I know it is the truth since she is here with me Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Come, let's dream


Come, let’s dream Wept this dream, my thoughts they fill Take me from this weary place Where darkness screams a painful chill In torment of the mind does race I wait here thick of splintered thorn My tears they fall upon the seed In hopes the bloom of perfect dawn Will light the way of what I need My hands are sore of calloused fear Scars my skin they carve a line Neath bramble branch of broken cheer Abreast of this near mortal time Your hand I long of feathered feel So soft the touch, my heart does wane These eyes, a love to then reveal Within your arms, ignite the flame Lift me, I am frail and weak Desires but the breath of you To breathe within this soul I seek Allowing dreams to mend the true Or shall I die alone this eve Beyond the moon of wicked glow Lost of every captured dream And nothing more I need to know I fall to this, my final peace Lost, the dark impedes the light Then bow my head, oh fear, now cease And bid farewell this lonely night When there, atop, a shadowed form With torch in hand of flickered fire Eyes so wide to fend the storm I reach for her with deep desire Upon my brow a single kiss Of angel wings in silken twine “Arise” a voice, melodic bliss “I’ve come, my love, to make you mine” The sun appears on northern trace As flowers bloom in petals fair Of wishes I do cast this place My fortune now to find you there “Come, let’s dream, let’s dream as one” You sing to me harmonic voice “And fall in love till time is done” My heart has only but one choice We leave this place of fractured doubt My hand in yours, no longer pain A feeling but the need to shout Dear heavens, thank you once again For I was lost, a wilted soul Alone of this and every breath Of counted stars to take their toll Awaiting but my coming death And now my world has filled the brim With love I find so full inside My dream is you, has always been No longer do I run and hide So now we dream, we dream as one Such beauty does my life exceed Perfection to my sight has come Sweet angel, all I’ll ever need Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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Stand your Ground, even as the world Falls apart

There is a fracture to my heart, oxygen deprived to my brain.
It just won't let me love again. 
Is this where I fool myself to believe, this is the fun part?

My system is in repair, It's not A-Okay.
I don't care what people say.
I will not become part of the jungle out there.

Maybe i'll shed a few more tears,
and as they evaporate into thin air with every care.

I remember that...

It was my decision to take the fall,
because even now, I want her to stand tall.


Copyright © that Twistedthought | Year Posted 2015

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn


Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had 





Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015

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Midnight For Me

It's now, once again midnight and yesterday is all but gone. The beginning of a new day a little peace and quiet until dawn. It's the time I like to take a moonlit drive, with the windows all rolled down. Feel the breeze upon my face as we are headed out of town. Rolling through the old places, we used to go, when I was young. Where we used to all meet on the back roads, looking for anything to do that was fun. It usually involved beer, and some cool rock'in tunes. We would party until the break of dawn then sleep till just about noon. Those were the days when midnight, was the beginning of my day. We would be cruising down the back roads, just letting the music play.
Dan Kearley: 11-17-15


Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2015

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Goodnight to the Moon

Another night has come and gone
Sleep tight old friend the moon
The sands of time are running fast
As days turn in to dunes

Yellow takes away the black
Today is but a breath
Yesterday will not be back
'til shadows dance of death

Fret not my ageless sleepy friend
Sands will cease not falling
Dunes fade to beaches at the end
Dusk tides will soon be calling



    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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It is Book Year

>Most fictional books are pretend.
The hero should win in the end.
Unless you write a trilogy.
Each must end on a cliff hanger, agree!

Then the next one, you must buy.
Hoping the hero does not die.
But as it is a trilogy.
You know you'll have to buy book three. 

I am not advertising books on here.
I would not do that, do you hear?
Although I do have books of poetry.
Like this they are in print you see. 

Today, I am writing on here.
So all of you have nothing to fear.
From Smarty my Search and Rescue Dog.
Not a poetically minded dog.
Although some of my books, he likes to hog. 
This verse is getting far too long.
Any more a book will come along. 

So thanks Poetry Soup from poet me.
For allowing me to write on thee.
All those words inside my head.
Allowing me to write them here instead. 
So as i'm laying in me bed.
Perhaps I will fall asleep instead.
Of keeping them, stuck in my head.

Zzz Zzz Zzz Stanley  (The mad Author)<



Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Silently - we - discover - love


Silently ~ we ~ discover ~ love Silently floating on a lily pad softly atop twilight waters, drifting a wind swept current meandering between pine needle shores we gather moon beams, wishfully gazing upon reflections of stardust tapestries saturating cosmic dreams, as the two of us discover whispering ripples flowing, formed of heartbeat echoes, tranquil rhythms weaving through the serenity of the night in quiet persuasions of love Good Night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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A big heart in the sand


A big heart in the sand Beyond the weary water line alone in quelled explore These footprints lead uncharted miles, the first of many more To wander in a time once known, reflective worries gleam In sand dune wishes washed away and thoughts of what they mean This setting sun shall rise again, bring mornings to their due Softer shades to paint the way hypnotic scenes to view While on this beach of moon lit swirls I count each star above These tiny lights of missing you, still glisten of our love When now this silent vacant space, misplaced of harmony Where shadows play of times before and what this world could be Sitting here these shifting sands, my heart does swim the tide Ebb and flow desires sung, of tear drops cast aside When there a distant light appears, so deep within my stare A silhouette of fantasy approaching glistened flair I rub my eyes, once blurry, cleared for this that I now see Along a coast of sea foam dreams, you walking here to me To take me swift into your arms dark eyes to meet my gaze Longing for the past returned of brighter sunny days With lips afire on my own and rapid pulses pace The glow of evening’s summer light awash upon your face I watch as you proceed to draw a big heart in the sand Encompassing the two of us within it we now we stand Lulled of curved horizon’s smile, immersed this blushing sky Drenched in breaths of only you and every sultry sigh With midnight song and passion’s bliss we stroll again this sea Like waves that fall our endless strand forever, you and me Good night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Indecision No need to read between the lines

Indecision!

No need to read between the lines.

By Stanley Russell Harris
(the new mad author)
and (Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned)


No need to read between the lines.
There is nothing to be found.
Right way up, sideways, or upside down.

What you read is what you get.
There is nothing hidden and yet…
You are looking, I know you are.

Sorry, there is nothing, I know I am right.
As this is all what I do write.
Now day has turned into night.

So please digest what I have wrote.
As I lay here a simple bloke.
Although my writing, is not a joke.

Just read the words I did write.
They made no sense to me tonight.
Was just that writing bug, alright.

I thought, what the heck, I’ll let it write.
Although I have nothing to say!
That bug will write until its day.

I will, have the last word today!
Or was it night, I meant to say?


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Find Everyday


Find Everyday Come walk with me to a heart beat in blossom Dance in the streets of a new foreign town Welcome the evening with moon beams now swaying Under the stars when there’s no one around Singing a song to a melody’s whimper Sigh on the eve of our first kiss delight Wander an island, drink Pina Coladas Sit by the shore and be one with the night Follow a scent down the road to forever Write poetry with our hearts as the pen Whispering love while the other is smiling Promise it true and then do it again Cling to a dream we’ll relive in the morning Capture the breeze that does tickle your hair Swim in the love that now washes our bodies Find everyday is a new one to share Good Night Soupers See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Dreams of perfect love


Dreams of perfect love Beautiful endeavors this path on which we stroll Tempting are the visions on flowing fields a’ roll Echoes sing our praises of worlds we both have seen Now we are together and life is but a dream Sunset early evenings soft the twilight breeze Rustling poetic through patterns in the trees Shadows sing so sweetly as they dance upon the view Now we are together its like a dream come true Love beyond the borders into our hearts does leap Glistening on amber waves forever we shall keep Atop the highest mountain we call down from above Now we are together in dreams of perfect love Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Forever as I fall


Forever as I fall Upon this land of evergreen, lone of seeded desperate aching formed in shadows of lattice’d phrase Poetic pleasures a’ cast the trees Echoing…calling…beckoning, as your voice it sings to me in mesmeric lyrics Tissue paper lanterns sway in stardust breezes, softly illuminating a canopy of desires Angelic sighs float on wings of enchanted dragonflies soaring to my heart in whispered stanzas As melodies of effervescent glow, accompanied by strings of spider’s web and dew drop wishes harmonize I shall remain within this endless dream forever as I fall in love ~ with you Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR

we got it on
mabe it was wrong
it was at the fire place
sitting face to face
than we kiss nuthin we miss
we started to do more
as we begin to go
we had 
PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

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Good Night My Wife

So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.

Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.

To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.

Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.

The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.

But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
©Anees Rahman


Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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- Nothing To Fear -


    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    No creepy troll 
    under your bed                                                                  
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    There is no tiger
    under your bed
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    The dust dots under the bed        
    That is angels slippers
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    Let the moon and stars
    be in your dreams
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near




    - A good night comfort ....... many small children need
      some comforting in the evening - Small simple words :)

    18.02.2015
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved




Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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I Lost You That Day

I lost you that day 
when it was 
raining, 

And drops 
of your face 
clumsily, 

r o l l e d away.


Copyright © Ammy Avocet | Year Posted 2014

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- Small Steps Walks Carefully X 2 -

 
  


    NEW

    Hush my little child 
    No more tears 
    Your mother and father 
    will be your guide 
    Beautiful as an angel 
    Fragile as glass 
    Like a little bird 
    that will learn to fly 
    Sleep now my child 
    Dream about tomorrow 
    Angels of the night cradles you 
    On the path to the dream of paradise 
    there is no fear of the dark 
    Small Steps Walks Carefully 
    Tomorrow is a new day
    together we will be 
    Dear child one day you will be brave




    OLD

    An old man
    He is more than 80 years
    Alone - His wife's death
    Sitting in his chair - has difficulty walking
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    The phone marks with red tape on number one
    Number one is his daughter's number
    He remember that
    Diapers Size X-Large, he sits in his chair
    Evening comes - the old man is tired
    He is not afraid of the dark
    But loneliness is painful
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    He has his dreams
    Wakes up in the middle of the night
    and look at the stars and the moon
    Tomorrow is a new day
    Alone

    Life ....




    14.05.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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Bedtime At Grandma's

Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Listen.
Inside closets 
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye
Morning. 

Butterfly Cinquain

Gene Bourne.
07-05-14


Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014