Brilliant it blossoms,
Struggle and cry out for help.
Shattered,
But alive.
Willingness forgotten,
Try to huddle as would a whelp.
I'm not flattered,
But I survived.
Killing season,
More losses,
Mother may not recognise my yelp.
Not everyone has heard,
Feels like everyone scattered,
I conceded to the night cries.
Categories:
9, allusion, analogy, angst, farewell,
Form: Free verse
You look like a Viking
Or like a Greek god
Not my usual type
It’s actually kind of odd
You’re masculine and kind
Like yin and yang combined
Sound body, sound mind
Just a man so refined
You have a sweet smile
And a great sense of style
Gonna think about it awhile
As I melt into this pile
And when I hear you speak
Of course it makes me weak
I follow the sound of your voice
Now there’s redness in my cheeks
I block out the noise
And I try to stay poised
But I crash and burn
When will I learn?
You’re crafted like a work of art
An inspiration from the start
Whenever you’re near or we’re apart
Thoughts of you whisper to my heart
I want to tell you how I feel
But you’re not mine for me to steal
Your heart belongs to someone else
You’re under another lover’s spell
There’s nothing I can do but pout
She’s a lucky girl without a doubt
I can’t ever say these thoughts aloud
So I’ll just lay here dreaming on my cloud
Categories:
9, dream, for him, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme
A Porch Swing's Tale
The sun hangs low, a bruised peach in the sky
my old boots are caked with the red dust of a journey I never started
three
This here porch swing rocks on, steady and slow
but my soul feels like it's caught between the back porch and the front gate
somewhere between a hello and a goodbye, a solid six
And the cricket's song ain't a happy one, it's a lonesome, weary sigh
I'm stuck in the middle, still waiting for the rain to wash the road clean
This ain't a home, but it's not the open road either. It's just a place.
Categories:
9, sky,
Form: Other
Oh Palestine!
your resilient people
hungry in rags still steadfast
steady prayers kept
Categories:
9, 10th grade, chanukah, death,
Form: Haiku
You said I never tried enough,
But I thought showing up was love.
I held your hand through quiet storms,
But never knew how deep they cut.
You wanted words —
I gave you time.
You wanted truth —
I gave you signs.
You asked for more than I could name,
And all I gave felt just… the same.
I saw your tears, I heard your cries,
But all I did was memorize
The way your anger masked your ache —
I thought, “She’s mad. I’ll give her space.”
I didn’t read between your lines.
I thought we’d heal with passing time.
But silence grew where warmth had been,
And now I hear you… in your pen.
The book you wrote — it speaks of me.
A ghost of what I tried to be.
You say I vanished, broke your heart…
But darling, I was torn apart.
I wasn’t right, I wasn’t kind —
But I was scared and misaligned.
And when you said you'd tell them all,
I built a wall. I let us fall.
You called it love. I called it pain.
Two hearts that broke beneath the strain.
We both were right in our own way —
But I regret I walked away.
Categories:
9, boyfriend, break up, care,
Form: Rhyme
Backlit in life’s shadows –
the exacting burden of responsibilities –
you are lost.
Bathed in light amongst shadows
of trials and tribulations that
internal hope defrosts;
one can but surmise
your inner strength,
as the light bends to reveal the cost.
Categories:
9, appreciation,
Form: Other
MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND A POW HE AND I ARE CELEBRATING OUR 9TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED ON THE 4TH OF JULY BUT DECIDED JULY 8TH 2016 POLK COUNTY WHERE WE SPENT SO MANY YEARS VOLUNTEERING IN OUR CHURCH MILITARY ORDER OF THE PURPLE HEART SPECIAL OLYMPICS ROTC SUN N FUN AEROSPACE ACADEMY WE ARE VERY EXCITED AFTER EXTREME DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AS HIS WIFE DIED OF MS THE MANY POEMS I WROTE TO HONOR MS SURVIVORS OUR MEETING WAS DESTINED OUR LOVE IS AN AWESOME LOVE WE BOTH COPE WITH PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY ITS AMAZING WE SURVIVED JAMAICAN DEALERS BREAKING IN OUR HOME JAMAICAN FEMALES LEFT OVER FROM MY ABUSIVE E. HUSBAND PLOTTED TO HARM MY DISABLED VETERAN SPOUSE TODAY WE ARE STILL STANDING WE ARE AMERICANS ALL ARMY STRONG 101 AIRBOURNE POLK COUNTY VETERANS I ADORE FLORIDA WE ARE TRULY BLESSED CELEBRATING SU. N FUN AND US HOLY MATRIMONY AGAINST ALL ODDS WE SURVIVED THIS SENT MY STALKER MY FATAL ATTRACTION INTO A RAGE SHOOTING UP OUR PLA TS MY PRAYERS ARE WITH MY ENEMIES MY IDENTITY THIEVES IMPERSONATING MY IDENTITY HACKING INTO OUR LIVES FINALLY POINTING AN ASSAULT RIFLE AT MY POW HUSBAND HE CRIED IN MY ARMS VERY BRAVE GOD HAS BLESSED ME A D MY HUSBAND
Categories:
9, allah,
Form: Naat
A pair of pretty hands with precision
shoot daft sunshine-filled sparks.
Her heated strut creates a collision
between what’s frozen and a wildfire.
Lightning rod with the sound turned on
an interstellar quake…
Bringing about melodic destruction
and that season built for heartbreak.
A moving summer solstice vision.
Categories:
9, magic, seasons, summer, sunshine,
Form: Other
Written: May 26, 2025, For contest By Brian Strand
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Categories:
9, adventure, analogy,
Form: Haiku
O MY (ETERNAL) GOD
I love You above all things
With my whole heart and soul
Because You are all good and worthy of my love
I love my neighbor as myself
For the love of You
I forgive all who have injured me
And ask pardon of all whom I have injured
Amen
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Written: May 18, 2025
Time Written: 9:28pm
Categories:
9, christian, community, god, jesus,
Form: Free verse
Spring Hiku 9
spring sun sets down
sleepy wrens dream in their n e t s
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river e v e r f
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Categories:
9, appreciation, bird, dream, river,
Form: Haiku
Planting my flag atop my sonnet’s peak
and outward gazing at the vales below,
I hear the rambling rivers, feel the faux
flow and fumble of their groping technique;
From high on up, I trace the snaky sneak
of weak words—and weaker metaphors,—slow
conclusions, mirroring the so and so…
I am compelled, my judgement thus to speak:
I declare war on free verse poetry!
Ach! scourge on rhyme, blight on rhythm,—I’ll beat
back the long-winded flood of half complete
thoughts. With respect to whom I name my foe,
if here you hear your name,—at least you’ll know:
In the formless form—I find my enemy!
Categories:
9, conflict, hate, muse, poetry,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Elusive, quick, a wisp of spectral smoke,
you, as a twinge that flickers in the eye,
haunt the corners of sight; you mystify
perception—such the awe you so evoke.
Arcane, abstruse, veiled in a phantom cloak,
you, as a fleeting shadow passing by,
confuse the intellect; you do defy
detection—all instincts you ill provoke.
In those moments, when(briefly)you appear
as a fast flash,—only to flitter from
reality,—a momentary zap
in a surging current,(you’re hard to hear,)—
yea in those moments, left behind, struck dumb,
I wonder mutely,—“have I made you up?”
Categories:
9, beauty, crush, love, muse,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt.
Blink razors carve her iris script.
Rib stars ovulate in feral grates,
mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath.
Keystroke ruin writes in collapse,
a waveform lodged in sternum glass.
Lipsticked rodeo—a gash in faded denim
Banana-knuckled hands torch filterless ghosts.
Tree-call through copper root systems.
Wire-pluck storm,
vapor chews the stock market
Cancer caught in molar hush,
brined in citrine static.
She opens her throat like a coin purse.
Spine bows in semaphore.
We dismount the edge—
An incisor cusp,
the confession still blistering
beneath the flesh of no language.
Categories:
9, absence, conflict, corruption, desire,
Form: Romanticism
NO NO NO NO FEAR OF CIRO GARGANO HIS UNDESIRABLE BLACKS HE HIRES BLACKMAILS TO TORCH BUILDING FALSIFY HELL EARTH OR LIKE ME FORCED
TO WEAR WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN BECAUSE OF YOUR FIRES OF HELL MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS GETTING YOUR PRISON TIME CUT IN HALF I AM CERTAINLY NOT SURPRISED THIS UNDESIRABLE BLACK JHORE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS THREATS FALSIFYING HELL AGAIN TO COVER OF ARSON MURDER OF 8 RESUKTING IN 9 VICTIMS I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR MURDERS SO STOP BULLYING ME I'M SURE JHORE GOT A LIGHT STOP BULLYING ME .STOP INTIMIDATING ME BURN MORE ELDERLY PERSONS ALIVE WHY DO I NEED TO BE REMINDED OF SOOT ON SUITS FROM THE TAILOR SHOP
Categories:
9, allah,
Form: Naat
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