An invisible looking glass
Watch's all thing's pass.
Through a cloud of love.
On the wings of a dove.
All spirit's in and out.
Confident and filled with doubt.
A golden aura of kindness.
Shines through the blindness.
As the ocean ebb's and flow's.
The golden hue come's and goes.
In sweetness and distant haze.
Touching souls in magic ways.
Copyright © leslie albright | Year Posted 2018
when life gives you lemons, make lemonade
it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you’re getting paid
sometimes when you’re down, you could really use a dog
without one, your life is like walking in a fog
life’s composed of things that are bland
but things are better if your toes are in the sand
so when you’re feeling low
remember that your life could be as bad as Othello’s
Copyright © dakota allen | Year Posted 2018
Poem …You are Unique
You are Unique, and You know it too
No one thinks the way you do
No one has your exact fingerprint
Philosophers, teachers, Researchers and all
Many discoveries are still on the brink
But compared to you they are quite small
You are unique, this I know to be true
How deep within you'll go, and what will you do?
You are Unique and you can no longer hide
The gifts you hid, the tears behind your smile
No one have your same lips and small ears
No one has shed the same amount of tears
No one will face death the same as you
Heartaches began with an open door to the who
Conspiracy theory or just the Who at the door
What do you think, was it a crime?
You are unique and for whom the bell tolled?
It tolled for thee, an attack on your very soul
But you emerged victorious, poem on paper
in hand
You are Unique and now is time to stand.
Copyright © Ann Allen | Year Posted 2018
Last summer was dry
Grass turned brittle
Beetles devoured roses
Fumes from sweltering engines swept over
dusty streets like ghosts.
The ground cracked.
Bits of dirt crumbled in my hands.
Bone dry desert thoughts
Puffy lip,tongue cleaving thoughts
like what if memories become mirages?
Wild thoughts clothed in sackcloth and ashes
like what if grief grafts itself into my soul
so deeply
it becomes who I am?
That summer,loneliness cleaved to me
pulling me down to the dust
until I could taste it.
It was a dry,sere summer.
I prayed for sun darkening clouds
so that rain would trickle down your body
cleansing you from pain.
Your courage cracked.
As you prayed for death
bits of hope crumbled in my hands.
My eyes searched yours.
Like a vapor or a mist, your spirit left.
In but a moment you were no longer there.
by Barbara Aquila
Copyright © Barbara Aquila | Year Posted 2018
When heer-ranjha eaten poison;
They became immortal.
Lovers knows about love;
who cares about heaven or hell?
World has taken life;
Love rises on knife.
Who lost themselves in love;
They always thrive.
World tried destroy love;
But they always fail.
Still love always thrive;
It's always hail.
Lovers knows about love;
who cares about heaven or hell?
Copyright © Kamaljeet Singh Bawari | Year Posted 2018
Seafaring Foreigner
In steerage on a steamer with
Figs conceiving in Vesuvian soil
Hidden in a pot of a sturdy trunk
Made of hope and adventure. Fear of
Sights unseen and joys unbeknownst
Of sons and daughters yet.
Hazy canyons of skyscraping giants
Overshadow brick row houses
Hard at work, ethnic pride
Shameful bathing, worn-in
Clothing and nourishment
Beyond the return to
Much worse.
Copyright © John Bonanni | Year Posted 2018
Murdered me with your love
Murdered me with your lies
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes
You told me that you loved me
but I just wanted to leave.
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask
While pushing me to my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
Copyright © Kristin Bordelon | Year Posted 2018
The air is heavy here, history hanging in every breath
Shot through with rainbow-hued light
Dust motes, floating, drifting, flitting out of shadow
And in again.
Color, pattern, shape, whirling together in scenes from the past
Miracles, wars, moon landings – even a rock
Once resting on the lunar surface, brought down to earth at last
Now stands as a testimony
Of mankind’s otherworldly conquests
A choirgirl’s lilting voice
Echoes, then falls flat
Lost amid the seven-story chamber
Whose dizzying height dwarfs every onlooker
Towering steeples, vaulted ceilings, beams, bricks, stones
A never-ending labyrinth under the earth
Holding the bodies of 200 perished citizens
Who once walked the halls of America’s history
Forever to rest in darkness’ embrace
The nation’s children gather here
Bringing prayers from every religion, uniting faiths
All one, in this temple
Built for our country, a house of prayer for all peoples
To lift up their pains and praises
Amid shadows, sunbeams, and silence –
The National Cathedral.
Copyright © Kathryn Bragg | Year Posted 2018
You’re the One
You’re the one who is extremely loving and thoughtful,
who makes me feel that I am a very special individual.
By showing your true values and feelings towards me,
I no longer have feelings of doubt or insecurity.
You’re the one who gives me all the attention and affection
I have always dreamed of;
Never before have I ever felt so wanted, desired or loved.
You’re the one who is sincere and honest,
Allowing me to have confidence in you as well as in myself’
Being this way, I can finally break down my wall
And let my buried emotions come alive.
You’re the one who is in my every thought,
Causing wonderful distractions throughout my day;
With your unique, sparkling personality and charm,
I am constantly recalling the great times we shared
And am anxious towards our future.
You’re the one who I can laugh with, speak freely to
And enjoy at all times;
Because you make me feel so comfortable and relaxed,
I can share my thoughts, ideas and dreams with you.
You’re the one who holds me tight, providing me warmth,
Love and a sensational sense of closeness;
With your beautiful body, sensual touch and exotic kisses,
My heart melts in more ways than one.
You’re the one who I am going to keep happy, take care of
And love for a lifetime;
Since we so rightfully deserve each other,
I will keep my heart and love alive with yours.
You’re the one who I’ve been searching for,
Yet I never dared to dream you could possibly come true;
After all of this time of waiting and wanting,
I’ve finally found everything I wished for in you.
You’re the one – the only one – I am so much in love with.
Copyright © Susan Bucsku | Year Posted 2018
Gray bird of loneliness
crystallized in north and south
Figures of useless words
deep rainy bodies.
Lost November
lost oneself
after desired darkness.
Between those lips
starts my daily death.
Copyright © Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio | Year Posted 2018
Poems help you learn,
they help you see,
it’s knowledge you earn,
and it will set your mind free.
They help you see,
what you didn’t see before;
and it will set your mind free,
and it will feed your core.
What you didn’t see before,
will come clear much more;
and it will feed your core,
you will see good much more.
Will come clear much more,
it is from bad that you can earn;
you will see good much more.
Poems help you learn.
Copyright © Emily-Ann Clarke | Year Posted 2018
Constraints of life unlocked by eighty-eight keys
All make a different sound
They put my mind at ease
This is where my hands are bound
My fingers move across the scale
Like serpents through resting grass
Inspiration rushes through me like a gale
I believe ivory to be greater than brass
Copyright © Gretchen Collier | Year Posted 2018