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I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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My trauma wears the black cloak of night I breathe rapid, heaving sighs of fright Wind is sucked out, my sails gasp in hollow air Bronchi in knots, constriction so tight! Descending darkness with its chill and freeze Lungs pumping storms with a whistling wheeze The drying out reservoir of sustaining oxygen As I struggle to inhale fresh breeze. Spasms haunt my black nights with an alarming persistence Threatening to cut short the chord of existence Draining vigor and vitality, gripping wind pipe in a choke hold Viperous asthma spews venom with vengeance! Panting, doubling over, chest congested with rattling cough Breathless but determined I grope about in darkness, battling Just one puff away from agony, I desperately rummage Magic potion inhaler among medication, mottling! The devil disappears at the first touch of sun ray A little shaky still, yet I waltz through my day Each unobstructed breathe seems like a gift from Heaven Before night fall I shall rid the ghost off my way! 21/09/2012

Copyright © Yesha Shah | Year Posted 2012

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Shikayat Toh Sabhi Karte hai
Par shikayat karoge Kab Tak

Haqeeqat Ki Talaash To Sabko Hai
Par Haqeeqat Talaashoge Kab Tak

Jo Bhi Hai
Yehi Zindagi Hai Bas

Jilo Thoda Iseh
Zinda Ho Jab Tak

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

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Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold!
The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old.
Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages
Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and in bold.

Manifold are images, ‘thrusting now fresh into flower,
To awareness, of precious cargo; as in life’s laden bower...’
Penta metron sketch outlines, though imperfectly employed;
I reach to the stars today; as yet passes my hour!...

Translucence shows within the fading of life’s colour
As this continuing expressive awaits its turn, of another!..
My thoughts fill like pages, to blossoms in bloom
A soft falling, as petals; to your earth, my sister & brother...

To re-count of life’s possibility's... in the Rubaiyat form;
Melding its grandeur; to the bland magnitude of today’s norm!
Opening in its intricacy, the doorway to ecstasy 
Playing many a cadence, relayed from its echoes borne.

Ever may its blossoms & completeness be flowering, 
Entwining with the lines of the sages, to forever cling!
Refreshing the heart; perhaps a world? now tired and worn.
To a climax of prosody, does this weave of true praises sing.

© Joe

I have added notes in the ‘To know more about this poem area’.

Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2013

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Sometimes in relationships

Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.

Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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I Died in Her Teardrops

The Iraqi desert was blowing wind
The bullet tore into my heart
My Commander, she had but one arm
She pulled me to the ground
Holding me tight she saw
I would not make the night
So she did what any lover would
She held me tight
Whispered, "soldier I am with you till the end"
My last thought
Was I died in her arm
As her tears drops mixed with mine

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

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The Dark

I hear outside my window the grey dove cry As sun slides down the mountains, and I sigh Watching night curtaining my city Blotting streaks of violet from the sky Shadows start to overtake the little light Left glimmering as day turns into night. He has left me! Easily the dark Empties out the joy in me that once burned bright. No trace of light remains under the door’s crack. The dark, dressed in ebony, slips into pitch black. Melancholy wraps me in my silent room. In anguish, my brain screams out: I want him back! for the One sad Poem Poetry contest of PD

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Words Whisperer

You’ve swallowed my misery, 
My old self, just by a smile;
By letting me feel the mountains move, 
You’ve freed me, just by a smile;
My twisted thoughts,
Have been untangled by you, with just a smile;
I offer my body and soul to you, O my words whisperer,
You’ve whispered me a new life, just by a smile;
I offer myself to you O, Jamlaila,
You’ve made me your man, just by a smile.

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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No One

Silent screams no one hears
Tired eyes filled with tears
Gut wrenching heartache no one feels
Emotions dark enough to kill
Mental exhaustion no one sees
Strong enough it hurts to breathe
An answer seekin no one speaks
A language spoken without speech

Copyright © bessie kolb | Year Posted 2012

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Night spills over the day like India ink from a well
bleeding into the deep crevasses of hill and dell
running into clear cold streams once shimmering, bright 
painting Prussian blue the trees on the high chaparral.

Night edges the golden hour of Autumn days so bright 
merging with the harvest moon, the solstice at midnight
melting in to sleepy hollows, pale and bloodless blue, 
cajoling colonies of bats to bank and soar in flight.

Night caresses the winsome lovers silhouette.. adieu 
as its hold is weakened toward a shade of baby-blue
A painter's pallet is the night of hues, shades of light
the sovereign signs of fantasy as darkness ensues.

*Interlocking Rubaiyat where the rhyme of lines 1,2&4
of verse one are taken from the end word of line 3
in the verse before, the last verse returns the end rhyme
of line 3 ;)

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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Light of Day

Back rubs are given, pills have been handed out, Patients settled, some won’t sleep, I have no doubt, Fear paralyzing their being when darkness falls, If they close their eyes, will night terrors sprout. Night lights shed a little peace over their bed, The medication eases the pain or so they’ve said, Someone to sit by their side would ease the fear, They worry, wanting to awake, not ending up dead. For they know that death will come, it’s not far off, They work to breathe, chest heavy, the rattled cough, Sunlight drifts in the window, another day, more life, Eyes slowly open, blackness gone, at death they scoff.
Written September 23, 2012 For Craig Cornish’s contest “Night-Dark-Black-Happy-Sad”

Copyright © Lee Ramage | Year Posted 2012

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Poetry in an Urdu Nutshell

stacked high
scribbled stenos of
an automatic act
of little understanding or thought-------------

visceral finality       
zero return
zero reward
and then there's
a learning disability hindering the reading-------------

is taking a dump, 
except after wiping, I tend to take a peek
this creative act ill affords a 2nd glance
a good day and bet the writing stinks... boring
jail or hospital equals readers galore 
could correlate with occupancy rates
what a sorry excuse of a poet I am 
damn if that ain't sayin' much.-----------

~editor's note: Poetry Soup would not let the beautiful Urdu script be seen, so I substituted Maori~ :(

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

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I try to reach profundity
but all around make fun of me
for living life with simpler goals
like learning and tranquility.

So now I'm leaving all I've got 
to quest for my own Camelot.
Requiring only books and pen
I'm setting off to find my spot.

Copyright © Michael Muzilla | Year Posted 2012

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I Must Go

---inspired by a story character of mine
Losing reality, losing my mind I try to stay with you but I'm falling behind This fate's going nowhere I'm left hurting inside Tomorrow's not coming What are you becoming Nothing is out there Pain and suffering forthcoming Nowhere to hide, I'm on my own Feeling so empty and alone Your hatred shines bright Your heart, a deadened stone This pain you inflict upon me Hurts greater than I'll ever let you see But still I love you so Though I know you can-will never love me I just hope you know That even though the love I want from you will never be so I'll always love you But now, before it hurts anymore, I must go...

Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012

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Why All the Pain

I look all around the world
And ask why all the pain?
With snow comes happiness
But with rain comes much pain.

I look all around the world
And ask why all the crime?
Either suicide,or murder,or maybe even robbing,
But crime is all the time.

I look all around the world
And ask what is the "Game of Life"?
Is it a simple game,
Or a trial before your eyes?

I look all around the world
And ask the question why?
Why do people tear themselves down
Without even a simple try?

Copyright © Briana Richardson | Year Posted 2008

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We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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I Miss You

When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fills my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
At least tell me this much,
That this moonlight comes to you,
And wakes up dreams in you,
And teases you too,
I miss you…
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fills my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
When the moments of those days, 
Come by and touch you,
The memories of past days,
Take my sleep away,
I miss you…
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
When my memory,
Brings tears to your eyes every moment,
When every breath of parting,
Becomes difficult to breathe,
Then forget everything around you,
And return to me,
Break every relation
And come decorate my dreams,
Don’t leave me after that,
When the moonlight in its fullest,
Is spreading over the night,
Your memory at this point,
Pains my heart dearly,
I miss you…
The stories of spring,
Of these past beautiful views,
Return back to me,
And fill my eyes with tears,
I miss you…
My heart aches for you…

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

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Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much


Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

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Oh Love

They do it without realizing,
They don’t really have a clue,
Reading between the lines,
Is something they just can’t do.

When there is an argument,
They think they're always right,
No matter what we say or do,
They didn’t start the fight.

They blame it on our hormones,
And never take the rap,
If they call us moody *****es,
Then they get a slap.

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

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Suburban sidewalks

Observe the bending of tree & flower.
To rages; a gale… in tempestuous hours.!
Rain deep in curtain, makes interplay;
Fresh night skies, await the sun in power.

Morn air stirs, Lady’s chinking; breakfast crocks.
Day-streams 'cross backyards, endless blocks.. 
Splashes as sound; tables, are scrubbed..
Cars all hues; white thru red, too! radios rock!!

Sprinklers now silent; birdsong calls,
Gardener’s clipping the creeper on walls
Children’s cries are echoes around
Fountains splash in foyers & malls!!

Gundog flushes the dove; white ahead!
Tools are re-sharpened in timber shed,
Lilac buds blossom! Midst threaded verde,
In abundant gardens, Man & Woman wed.."

© Joe

To know more about this poem (well you know)



Copyright © Joe Maverick | Year Posted 2012

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You Foolish Men

You foolish men who lay,
The guilt on women,
Not seeing you're the cause,
Of the very thing you blame;

If you invite their disdain,
With measureless desire,
Why wish they well behaved,
If you incite to ill.

You fight their stubbornness,
Then, weightily,
You say it was their lightness,
When it was your guile.

In all your crazy shows,
You act just like a child,
Who plays the bogeyman?
Of which he's then afraid.

With foolish arrogance,
You hope to find a Thais,
In her you court, but a Lucretia,
When you've possessed her.

What kind of mind is odder?
Than his who mists,
A mirror and then complains,
That it's not clear.

Their favor and disdain,
You hold in equal state,
If they mistreat, you complain,
You mock if they treat you well.

No woman wins esteem of you,
The most modest is ungrateful,
If she refuses to admit you; 
Yet if she does, she's loose.

You always are so foolish,
Your censure is unfair;
One you blame for cruelty,
The other for being easy.

What must be her temper?
Who offends when she's,
Ungrateful and wearies,
When compliant?

But with the anger and the grief,
That your pleasure tells,
Good luck to her, who doesn't love you,
And you go on and complain.

Your lover's moans give wings,
To women's liberty,
And having made them bad,
You want to find them good.

Who has embraced?
The greater blame in passion?
She, who, solicited, falls,
Or he who, fallen, pleads?

Who is more to blame?
Though either should do wrong?
She who sins for pay,
Or he who pays to sin?

Why be outraged at the guilt,
That is of your own doing?
Have them as you make them,
Or make them what you will.

Leave off your wooing 
And then, with greater cause,
You can blame the passion,
Of her who comes to court?

Patent is your arrogance,
That fights with many weapons,
Since in promise and insistence,
You join world, flesh and devil.

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

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Why Poets Write

Why Poets Write

Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?

So, why do poets write?
Do they write because the moon shines so bright?
Do they write because water falls with such grace?
Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight?

Poets write because that’s what we do,
Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku,
We see things through our own prism,
And write about it in our creative point of view.

This is why I write,
I write because I see beauty in the moonlight,
I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall,
And the majesty of a hawk, in flight.

I write because it feeds my soul,
Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal,
I write, I do my best,
The rest is out of my control.

The perfect words, in the perfect order,
Follow the rules, no pressure,
Slowly see your creation come alive,
When it works, there’s nothing better.

Poets, generally, don’t write for the glory,
We heal people by proxy,
We are emotion peddlers,
And we do it all for free.

I can’t speak for everyone, nor would I try,
My urge to write is something I’d best not deny,
Or things go drastically wrong,
Like ice, in the middle of July.

So, regardless of why you write,
Keep your vision in sight,
Take criticism with a grain of salt,
Never get discouraged, never get uptight.

© 2011

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2012

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Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna

Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna,
Woh tera dekhna he kamal tha,
Meri justajo kay ahsas par,
Tera lamss bhi tu baymisal tha,

Meray saray jazboon ki dilkashi,
Teray ashiyan pay aa kay simat gai,
Gar main ruk na jata iss taraf,
Tu meri hasti pay pher zawal tha,

Teray husan ki sari tajaliyan,
Kaisy ho gayen mujh pay mahrban,
Meray zehan kay neha khanoo main,
Yehi chupa howa aik sawal tha,

Woh jo chaltay chaltay thy mil gaye,
Thy meri chahatoon kay silsalaye
Jo tera sang na milta mujhy,
Tu pher jena mera muhal tha.

Shabeeb Hashmi

Copyright © Shabeeb Hashmi | Year Posted 2013

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The mind of a madman

This is done in the Rubaiyat style.

The mind of a madman

Lurking deep within my mind,
Are demons, sometimes hard to find,
They go by many names,
And they come out to visit from time to time.

The demons are angry with me,
Transformed me into what you see,
Their names are Anger and Rage,
They haunt me deeply.

These two emotional fiends,
Make me seem awful and mean,
That’s not me!
It’s these two, they go unseen.

Anger and Rage are brothers; Twins,
They have hideous faces, evil grins,
They fight with each other, all day,
I am always the villain; I can’t win.

God put me in this room,
A nice little padded tomb,
They make me bang my head against the wall,
” God, birth me from this horrid womb.”

These people come at night,
You know, the ones in white,
They stick me with needles,
They have to tie me down, the demons hate the light.

Anger and Rage did a bad thing; awful.
One day, they started to rumble,
Things got way out of control,
Cain killed Abel.

Now, they think I’m a danger.
Justice is what they hunger,
For the bad things these demons did.
Why can’t they understand my horror?

I want to end this pain,
It is time for me to kill Cain,
But the people in white won’t let me!
They just call me insane.

Written By: Samual Ronthorpe
© 2011

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2012

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                        ATLAS SCRUBBED         

            Let’s all sit down and discuss this rationally
Since it is of import internationally
And hysteria will get us nowhere
So let’s get a few facts clear
First of all, from the first of us to the very last, we are quite frankly, 
F*cking up
Wait………… before you fly off the candle
Allow me to defend and amend my statement
What I really meant to say was we are all f*cking up this atmosphere expediently
And exponentially
This is an emergency of preeminent planetary proportions
We are inventing diabolical devices that scar the flesh on the pride of Atlas
And hold our grandchildren hostage to a hoard of hedonistic heathens 
Who mar the face of even Mars
As if f*cking up the earth forever isn’t near enough
Perhaps I’m not making myself clear enough
We don’t hold our environment dear enough
And flocks of flagrant fools don’t hear enough
As the magma is moaning
And the crust is turning to dust
Because countless millions of mindless men decline to design what they must know
For absolute sure………..
that there is an absolute cure
But men don't listen and will come to rue what must eventually come to pass
Because their all f*cking this f*cking planet straight up the f*cking ass
     © 2012…PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2013