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Details | Free verse |

Quarantine of the Soul

-Quarantine of the Soul-


Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost 
Dark
You open a heart under Quarantine 
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and never will be
A contagious disease
I call "LOVE!"

(Past-- you came)
Somewhere deep inside --with you--
The Maverick 
The Majestic
The Arriving Vessel of Light
I separated myself from the world
 --to be with you--
I polished a new diamond night
With pleasures of meeting where our hearts began
Deep like the night, you woke my sleepless soul
Removing it from the safe harbor of the sea
-Isolated from all to see
No risk or chance, of smiling endlessly 

(Present-- you set)
Tonight you fell from Mandalay
You spoke in a way that Cut my throat with truth 
You detained my ego clouding the auspices sky
Allowing a smile
A tender peek into your heart
It spread in ways -- I wanted more 
I kept deep until you found your way past the door
Persistent memories 
In search of eternity
Tonight lets learn to live again
With no fear, I remove all labels
Making the moon and sun rise together
My love, my life now depends on you

(Future-- you left)
With no explanation
The age of Quarantine will forever set

You came to me
Set me free
Just to leave 

Now you are a virus --- Just like them!!!

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015



Details | Free verse |

POETRY FOR POETS: i own this- edition

Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the shit of life
manure

Some grow wild
seeking their light
through a gnarled thicket
of images
and symbolism.
Ill watered
or sprayed with chemical defoliants
they strangle themselves,
few
managing to blossom.

Manicured
Poems thoughtfully precisely planted
to achieve optimum yield
banquet

			though occasionally
		poems require		to be forged
	beaten into shape
like a horse shoe
with a few holes
	accurately placed
		ensuring they		will be nailed
			to their purpose

Pruned
dead words and metaphors 
selectively snipped away
stunning display

There are times when it’s best to live with your poetry
Cover yourself with its words until they stretch and become sloppery
For its comfort increases as the stanzas begin to fray
Patched elbows illuminating what you intend to say
And eventually you’ll have a poem to slip into by the fire
To savour with hot chocolate as it ignites your desire

Poems
more organic than fertilizer
flourish when tendered
with love

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Crofter's Moon

There's a chilly air where it used to shine
There's a misty breeze through the purple vine.

In a fading summer tick-tock sounds
 move backwards marking every hour

Darkness falls down slowly upon each longer night
Stealing beewax gold of sunset's soft -glow light.

Against total eclipse, Foliage silhouettes make their return back 
Bringing to his arms  a Lunar death ...  Her death.

Along empty walks, earthy drops drizzle regret
Regret with every footstep and  heavy inward breath

Regret... Drops  Thunder...  Thunder and death
Death !  Dead !      Gone ..  Gone....    

Or does She live in his forevermore

Is that her reflection  mirroring  affection
Is it her hidden face that glistens in the lake

Is that the crescent moon that once showed him the way
A way to feel    to feel again what it is like to dance and sway

Sway to lilting music nobody else could hear
to flow adrift in  silent pause ,knowing She' s still there. 

Knowing she is with him hovering in dreams,
beaming  radiant shadows all over his cheeks

Believing  She'll get closer without owning his lips
Because their  bond was deeper than just a simple kiss.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016



Details | Free verse |

Those Words

I speak my thoughts with gentleness The things I need to say with care Thoughts held in my hands, gone through my fingers, balanced on my fingertips... ... sent to my lips. I speak my words with thoughtfulness from my faltering tongue The air swaying rippling with meaningful sound I speak my words out loud, they land where I want them to bloom Sometimes as small white daisies Other times as beautiful blue thistles or roses. I watch them grow, my eyes follow their independent will and stubbornness With pride I stretch my hands to pick them and arrange... They grew on me. *** September 21, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Northern Slaves

In the silent breathing of night,
treading through 
the darkness and the hush
(A heavy band of slave)
like black ants snaking
through the forlorn distance.
Grieving with tears
Of yesterdays burning anguish. 
They hum a languid song
On the fragrant breath of wind.
A haunt that invades my trembling eyes 
With a thousand boundless tears
That quivers through the night.

The dreaded echoes came down the black pathway
Like a thousand men 
Galloping through the sultry breeze
(Were the heartless whips that toiled)
With dumb hands,
Feeding paled pink flesh 
With endless stings of cruel misery.

The stars curled around their naked feet
As they trampled the grass 
Wet with lurid dew and the masked
Beds of fragrant hues
Prancing in the hallowed night.
I could feel the storming of their sorrows,
The rock of their heart
Drooping with defeat.
Despair a master to their fading hope
That sailed across their faces.
Oh those foul notes budding with despair
Branched within their eyes.

The lulling whispers of their shackles
United with their treading feet like hooves
Cloaked with heavy weariness
(It surrounded the dead of night)

I hung up my fears
For I was bright with their pain
Oh I died that day 
Oh I died that day
While drifting to the helpless East
To that damp cold earth filled
With drowsy mournful Asters
Then the smell of dead men came alive
Black dogs clustered to the earth
Their children beside them with gripping hands!














 

Copyright © Mustapha Mohammed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Solace, A Poet's Thoughts on Poetry

The wonder of nature you describe with the color of feelings that even the blind sees the beauty, for you anoint with your sight. From my forgotten core, words you inspire gush forth in indignant prose like the lion who protects her young, who roars in warning lest she devour. You lend me insight from your wisdom and give me laughter with your wit, you pump the pulse in my veins when passion and sensuality is lit. You kindle the fire in this heart when love is found and collect the ash from the burnt cinder that haunts, when love is lost. You hold my breath in exhilaration when I soar to triumphant heights, the balm that soothes my pain when I’m down, your song remains the solace I have found when life is hard, and the one profound expression of the myriad emotions that defy words of common use. O Poetry, you bring tears to my eyes, when in your lines I feel God cries as I endure and withstand the ugliness, the haughtiness, of someone’s pride. Yet with the turn of page and time, you coax from my lips such radiant smile for with each stage in this life of mine, a poem is birthed, flutters, and flies.
24 May 2015 Poem of the Week - 31 May to 06 June 2015 Awarded 1st Place for both A Poets's Worth Contest and My Favorite Poem Contest

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Snowflakes

Sunlight glistens off crystal snowflakes
As they float and flutter through the sky
Like butterflies in their freedom of flight,
Never knowing where they might alight.
They leave us awestruck as they join
Together turning the landscape white.

Closer view reveals no two are alike.
In this way, we as tender human beings 
Have much in common with snowflakes.
We treasure our freedom, we are each unique,
And there is much beauty as we unite as an
All encompassing gift to each other 
Bonded by the strength of coming together.

Winter is a time of rest and rejuvenation,
A time to prepare for rebirth in the coming spring
As the first bulbs push their way through the 
Snow covered ground, slowly rising up in 
A blaze of glorious colors, exalting spring hope.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Poem of the Day February 25, 2017

Thank you Poetry Soup Team!


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Poet -This Poem is About You

-Dear, Mr & Mrs Poet- 

Do you ever question where it comes from?
This poem's about you, sit down and get a load off 
Tranquilize your pen, take heed to the ecstatic applause 

The things in life we take for granting, in time get worse 
From WHICH' our lives transverse, ascends a deep poetic curse 
You write almost everything, rehearsing every living verse 
Embezzling words, like Martha Stewart, ---NOT YOURS!
Withdrawing from your substance, 
--yielding it to others, who aren't devoted lovers 
Spacing your lines, ready for reader's digest, 
Educating the mind, like Albert Einstein

You paint a different horizon for the color blind,
Drop a note, forecasting the news, that brings, Spring to mind
Your adrenaline, leaves people with a feel good faint.
At this level, Poet you're better than high speed Internet,
Anything that makes you feel this is the real deal, 
Today, you write like there's no tomorrow, borrowing yesterday's clay
Inspiring ink, left to right, feeding the need to breed a poetic degree 
Your dramatic dialogue, deserve 'The Peoples Choice award."

I love the sweet audio, when you lowercase every word
It's done so well, hell, let's never capitalize another word
Reaching a point across, when capitalizing every letter, 
This is your world, take it, manipulate it, with the perfect stanza
Produce it like a poetic film, imagery, action, CUT it like Jerry Bruckheimer 
One day Hollywood will incite a roll, looking for the best poetry soup rhymer

Your tears and affection, you pour on partial paper,
Showing every word you want to enunciate
A SHOULDER-- gone cold, drowning, forgetting the normal way
Writing about the pure religion that meets your light, 
A beautiful flower under the moonlight
Hear the bells, Poe wrote about, adding sprinkles to the twinkle in your eyes, 
A redolent scent not meant to be forgotten, from Eden's garden
Taking nature, by course, granting her a crown, before slamming us down
I will call her out --The evil and the fury of a goddess, a beast
This is my feast, I welcome you to my jungle, and the outer bounds of time.

If you ever question where it comes from?
Sit down and get a load off, listen---Where's the ecstatic applause?
I'm not afraid to say, -----I'm Proud to be A Poet Without A Cause

by;PD
I do it for fun

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Frozen Howl

Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel
born from the darkness a heart rules supreme
fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love
All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance
kneeling weak alone humble and meek finding a balance

Weeping rivers flow haunting sea waves turn the key
truth is something beautiful touching deeply chords
Chilling whispers rise warm oasis warmly embraces hold
creeping inside beauty beams within shadows 
Dancing starlight kissing ocean reflections twinkle
sparkle glisten teardrops coldly ripple out

Floating on a cloud of breath precious beauty
a mystery that means something special 
finest mother of pearl gem coloring rainbow jewel shines forever
Frozen dew quicksilver lining echoes time answers always
cold as ice crystals dazzling diamond stillness pure 

Frosted vision clear cutting ivory white one cool snowflake falls
baptism in regal glowing crowning full face splendor enchants a ball
walking along golden strands looking across the sea midnight strikes
Sleepless nights held over and back destiny calls your name
utopia faraway dreaming our love complete


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No. 2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

On Such Divine Evenings

Aye ...
On such divine evenings, thus,
Are perfect odes not freely spun?

The Perseids, dancing their jigs,
Fleeting stripes of golden ire
Under a tapestry of wonders.

Watching rapt, ever-attentive,
Streaking, burning ephemeral,
As if the gods themselves

Trace their fingertips gently
On a phosphorescent brine,
But this, yet, a sea of suns.

Could it be they are fleeting?
The hopes of angels, perhaps,
Dying bright in the veil of Zion,

To the earth, fallen, as if mortal.
Perchance they're pearls of Sol -
Strands of liquid morning, pure,

To adorn the breast of Heaven.
Could be they're forsaken souls,
Given one last chance to burn,

And sign their id on the firmament.
Or even yet, the wishes of children,
Sparkling to life in the midst of their

Deepest dreaming, and then gone.
Oh, surely it must be that, just ...
Their bright, momentary glory is

Meant for such tender fancy alone,
The imaginings of youth the only
Fit and worthy vessel for such runes,

And I but an ever-willing caretaker.
Thus, on such divine evenings ...
Aye!



** FIRST PLACE in the "Cosmos" Poetry Contest, Thvia Shetley, Sponsor. **

** Featured as "Poem Of The Day" on August 7, 2017 - thank you, admins! **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

If I Let My Mind Meander


If I let my mind meander - like a river backwards through time - past rocks and turbulent waters and also through the calm times when the surface of that river was smooth as glass - I go further back to a time when my life flowed like a stream, less complex and rolling on with hope. Always, though, I end up at the source - at that place of splendid sweetness where the water was a clear fresh spring bursting forth to feed the passion of a glorious waterfall. And always I remember you, sweet darling, as the shimmer of the sunlight on that fresh and sparkling mountain spring. April 2, 2017 for John Hamilton's Lost love 2017 Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Fragile

Tenderly ...
As if robin's eggs ...
I consider the brittle fragments of her heart,
Cupped in my tarnished Tin Man hands ...
Not taking for granted the entrustment of their care,
I lay them out like priceless puzzle pieces
Upon a surface of loving intent.
She is but finery, fragile,
And I her fool.

Considerately ...
As if leaves on water ...
I recall the women and passions squandered,
Encounters and affairs and intimacies ...
As spicy, splendid and varied as an artist's palette -
Some, immutable as acrylics, others fading like watercolors in the sun,
Swept away by life's intrepid courses and floods.
Love is but portion, fragile,
And I its fool.

Delicately ...
As if disarming a bomb ...
A Muslim man cleans the lifeless body of his little boy,
Killed by a roadside explosive device while riding his bicycle ...
A mine left behind by an enemy brigade, retreating his town as part of a truce,
His Hindu brother's brigade - the brother he loves ... and despises.
Washing his son with his tears, he thinks of naught but vengeance.
Peace is but sufferance, fragile,
And I its fool.

Exquisitely ...
As if fine goose down ...
I scrutinize the keynotes of my existence,
Turning them gently over with the voltaic breath of my thoughts ...
To the effectuation that none afford me the broadsword of achievement,
That the faults far outnumber the fortunes ... successes, far short the falls.
Still, I've known the passions and shadows as deeply as any,
Formidable joys, exquisite agonies, and sublime oblivions.
Life is but passage, fragile,
And I its fool.

Poignantly ...
As if fine lacy crystals ...
We gild the memories of lost loves and those passed,
Consummate hurts and piercing heartaches ...
Each and every one a precious memento of the depth of affections realized,
Scars and wounds, the invaluable proofs of how profound our devotions, thus. 
Oh, how intensely we love! How dearly we grieve!
And how acute our need for BOTH!
Pain is but love, fragile,
And we its fools ...

Its sad, happy fools.



** FIRST PLACE in the "Fragile" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

On the Horizon


On the Horizon

My limbs and leaves are trembling
My green days of shade and blue shadow near gone,
For on the near horizon lies
The first cold flail of fall.

To compensate, my Maker made 
My edges to wondrously curl and color
Dipping and spiraling as butterflies,
‘Ere I am browned and blown
To the ground.

I remember when I raised my head
After dark winter’s bitter gales,
Stretching my arms and blossoming,
And being caressed in warm sun, adored.

From that gracious beginning adulation,
Rich maturity and pride were mine,
My limbs grew long and reached strong,
Higher and higher to the sky.

From days fast passing, I must then bid farewell
Grandly with gold, blazing red and orange
To let winter have its hibernate way
As I Leave this short life behind

And pray for one more.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Not Missing Loves Beat

Not Missing Love’s Beat

Not missing love’s beat . . . .
Sails to you this golden bright morning rising so high 
Sails waving with light, joy, and such promise and hope 
One smile gasping breathless always for you my love

As you walk with me deeply into Eden’s very paradise
Dancing my heart love on that yellow brick road of dreams
Dying to be with you my love forever and ever and ever 
Dreams inside of eternal youth with my heart pounding so	

Awaiting the very day to come when I stand before you 
Down on bended knee holding your hands warmly smiling 
Kissing each and every single fingertip so exquisitely 
I shall ask you to be forever and always with me my love 

You will be my Queen with dazzling jewels of an ocean wide 
The other heartbeat echoing as two becomes one complete
Our thirst for love and passion is almost unquenchable
And my very psyche is afire with excitement when we caress

Sleeping at night my love brings me into your dream world
Where it’s me and you and you and me together floating
Through the very ether of time breathing rarefied air so
Deliciously as we’re hopelessly mesmerized in true love 

When I awaken from our nocturnal dream trance so joyously
We hold one another so lovingly and caress so warmly at once
We kiss passionately and longingly in a most sublime spirit while
Not missing love’s beat . . . . 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 24, 2014) 
(Free Verse)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 



Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Creative Inspiration

Creative Inspiration Inspiration where do you go when you leave and your dry, barren riverbed causes blinding dust storms in my mind? Do you evaporate into mist, become a gray dense fog lying heavily in the air, intangible… floating like a cloud, ever changing shapes? Are you carried by the wind, held hostage to feed another storm when lightening strikes and your deluge once again swells the river to overflowing, racing free and wild, reaching out beyond all boundaries? If so, storm of inspiration, please deliver unto me your monster category five hurricane! Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 2 Sponsor: Broken Wings Judged: 10/14/2016 ~NA~ Premiere Contest: Premiere Contest Number 12 Sponsor: Skat A Judged: 09/24/2016 ~First Place~ Contest: “I Do Not Know” Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Judged: 10/25/2014 Rules for original contest: First Stanza, 6 Words per line; Second Stanza, 5 Words per line; 3rd Stanza, 4 words per line; Fourth Stanza, 3 Words per line; Fifth Stanza, two Words per line; Sixth Stanza, one Word

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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Inscriptions

Light breezes moan through dawn's cracked window
I, wrapped in ivory silk, you as always, linger in place
Anticipating our morning ritual, sleepy desires move
Pleasured senses guide our thoughts in sync

Rhythmic expressions, elated vibrations
Fidgeting fingers lightly caress
At last the font gushes, between unfolded pages
Wherein chapters of new life begin






( A writer's affair with the pen)

Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Joining the Pieces

Sometimes we sit alone,
quiet, trying to figure
out who carried a piece
of us with them, as we try
to put ourselves together again...


Date: 24/02/2016

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Phantom Slippers of Thoughts

Without soul nourishment our spirits shall wither and die.
Words are a mere instrument, but can reflect truth to power. 
Of our faith within love and understanding—truth begs mercy, 
Whilst melting honey-sweet crystals kiss thy soft warm cheeks. 
We dream and bathe inside the sun’s most radiant gift of desire. 
Cool waters of divine creation lovingly quench this desert fire, 
And the haunting spectre of death shall never be an end to us!
 
Winds of such deep-thoughts softly and sweetly sting at once, 
When I show you a mirror-image of what our destiny can be. 
Adrift in storms of fervid emotions I give in now to your love. 
I see a temple of beauty I once bowed down to under your gaze, 
As your red-hot daggers strike deepest cords in this coldest breeze.  
Now holding hands sunlight-sparkled with you inside this dream,
This heartfelt satisfaction’s worth more than all the world’s gold!

Riches fall from Heaven now in shining jewels of misted pearls,
Whilst I walk alone in deepest thoughts in my blue suede shoes.
Living-loving inside a sole-soul of dreams—true and unbounded,
I hear songbirds whistle and whisper in such joy by God’s grace.
Our souls may nourish themselves on the eternal power of our love.
With God as our witness—we fear not what death shall bring to us,
For our love and true destiny exist far beyond this mortal world!  

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – May 15, 2016
(Free Verse)       

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

This Crazy Heart Of Mine

My heart        a sky of sunny spells
Of passing clouds and  falling tears

Sometimes it shines     Sometimes it rains
on our dried river and fading flames.

Sometimes its still as a night could be
At times it feels what it can't see

...and then it beats its rapid beat
Inhaling yesterdays    Breathing the breeze

Sometimes an ocean  in tides of blue
where silver linings of hope flow through

...And the beginning and end is you.

My heart     a sky in shades of black    
a  married widow mourning life's death

Other times restless      Mistress in bed
A pure desire  of a newly wed.

My heart ...This heart... This crazy heart

At times so strong    as old oak trees
At times so weak     Down on its knees

Farther  than distance      Slower than time
Deeper than absence      this heart of mine.

Sometimes like cinnamon    scenting so sweet
Other times sour like rising yeast.

My heart...a sky of crimson spells
where all suns set  in  empty wells

My heart  a sky where moons will hide
yet their last whispers      your eyes will find

It seeks to reach all lonely hearts
and bliss them with soft blinking stars.

My heart   This heart  This crazy heart 
which keeps on drumming its songs in rhyme

No matter  how I try to silence it
 It keeps on echoing a love sublime.

My heart   This heart   This heart   of mine

It keeps on  going  to moments far
It keeps on showing me different faces
till I am back right where you are.

My heart   This heart    This crazy heart 
keeps acting faster  than my own mind.
It is a clown playing all  games on me
This crazy heart    This heart of mine.








Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

To Tame the Tempest

They know how to press those buttons,
With just a familiar chosen word or two,
How to enrage one's spirit with a tone,
A glance sharp enough to pierce the skin.
A will that screams, I am better than you,
Stronger, louder...how they deftly dominate.
 
Sometimes a controlled backfire is needed 
To control the intensity of growing flames.
A tempest tipped to dissipate, to drown itself 
In blending the cold air with welcome warmth
As atmospheres of milder temperatures prevail,
Mildly melding together, creating a balmy breeze.

© Connie Marcum Wong

Note:
Those couples who argue and make up will relate to the metaphors
used in this poem. A definition of *backfire is for those from other countries.


NORTH AMERICAN
*backfire: a fire set intentionally to arrest the progress of an approaching fire by creating a burned area in its path, thus depriving the fire of fuel.

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Door To Your Heart - Collaboration with Chris Green

In silent hours till nightfall
When shadows grow long before fading
Heart thumps, a deep longing,
a soft knocking on a door still closed
Shy and introverted
As if saying: if I knock too hard
will I knock you over
and send you away forever?

I listen quietly as moon light
creates lonely silhouettes
on the far wall where your picture hung,
a faded rectangle, bleached by evasive desires
wondering who could be knocking
as I have been lost for so long,
to be found again is as frightening,
as it is dream-like

Fear to open the rusty door
to a heart, starving to find you.
Caught in a lullaby of moonlight
louder than fear can sing
Reunite me with you, hammer
your imprint in me, on the
bare walls of my loving soul
where you still live

And I hear the breathing 
in a once empty corridor of numbers
random order, tarnished brass digits,
above patterned carpeting
foot worn and tattered,
I have heard them all, never once
stopping at mine, the one without,
unassuming, invisible to most,
slowly opening

Near the defensive rectangled door
I sit fending the creaking,
of the almost lost voice that's mine.
And while I search on the worn wall for 
fringed marks of years past, you enter.
I find in your face the wrinkles
of time, wondrous ripples in a soft smile
And I am lost in you.

***

Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
May 3, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Your Fly Is Down

I know
I know
You didn't mean to let me in
And you

Could have crushed me like a bug

Instead you caught me
Softly
Saved me
Trapped me
Ogled me through the glass
A while
Then sent me on my way

I'm free
But a little crushed just the same.

Copyright © Maureen McGreavy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

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

Details | Free verse |

Out of Control


I spin, faster and faster… losing control, I am a propeller rising. Once, you were my mystery to solve – my challenge, my highest vista to climb. You lifted me to your private skies. Spread out before me on red-winged flights, eradicated stars came back to life, painted iridescent by your own two hands. What could only be crayoned by inferior men. All aglow, the universe circled my head - round and round till the dizziness came, infatuation only to blame. I spin…slower, rhythmic, scraping. I am a pinwheel on softest breeze. memories come…memories go. With a crystal crown of constellations, you adorned my flowing hair – locks spun golden, locks I loosened for you. I became a glowing body for you to orbit, a fiery flood of sunlight traveling, Venus gifted in violet dusk, auroras of ribbon braided… I spin…slanting, lower, on tip-toes. I am a ballerina with an audience of one. I watched you watch me in light of all things. I wanted to be center of your universe… rings of Saturn encircled you and I. Mercury’s fire blazed through what was us. Blue-silver splattered moons orbited our sleep. I kissed the moon rock I named after you. I kissed you and only you until dawn slipped between the warmth of our linen sheets. I caught you in my arms time after time, clouds dappled with your eyes floated by… doting, they released scintillating showers upon a wilting flower. When it was time for you to catch me, you were gone…taking with you part of me. I fell hard…back to earth, stained crimson, star-struck. Forever is a long time to chase shooting stars through echoing space. I trusted you, trusted only you, trusted you with me. I rusted, no protection from your harsh elements. We all come back to reality of a spinning earth… we rise or fall, move or hide, heed the call or lie. We come to the self-sharpened point of swim or die. Time rushes by… I sat next to you, held your hand, feeling like my own miraculous sky, regaining my identity… while you read Hemingway, a man’s man you’d say. I spoke of the poem I wrote for you another day. “Yeah, yeah…Aha”, you whispered…my words dismissed, a foreign language never understood. Space and time altered our skies; below, your lies became our demise. Our footprints disappeared before my eyes. In my own miraculous sky, I have slowed my pace, aware of my mistakes, my fear, my grace. I embrace beauty, peace, tears I've cried, the ride… Dawn came early this new day, I drove away, weaved around a pothole, almost crashed. The gravel road rattled my faith. I started to spin again…disoriented, I faltered, but I never turned back. I wonder if I avoided my own catastrophe, saved face, or a little of both… I remember how I asked you about the meaning of love. You turned away, reading Williams that day, madness and genius you’d say, I planted my feet, met your eyes, then marched away. Head held high, you dimmed under a starlit sky. I searched myself and found the brightest star… it led me home. Now, I brush my fingers lightly across a constellation on high… Pegasus, I think. Only to realize, it’s reflection mottles in a rippling puddle below... beauty awakened by my grounded feet. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 4/11/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Candy Store

The little girl stood outside the candy store
Pressing her nose against the window
Her lips wet 
Trying hard to swallow
What the sight of those candies 
Produced in abundance in her mouth...
The liquid anticipation of taste

It had been a long time 
Since a candy 
Had slowly dissolved
On her playful tongue
Oh, the bliss 
Yet she knew….
She could not have one

She looked longing at one particular kind
Her friend had given her just a lick of
Oh…it was so divine
She wanted one…all to herself
Not to share with anyone
To savor…..alone
To savor…long
Tasting every single flavor
That would burst on her tongue
How she wanted it
To fill her mouth with sticky sweetness
To help her forget
The bitterness of her days and nights
A little tear trickled down her cheek

Slowly she pulled herself away
And trudged on past the candy store
Perhaps, she was just not meant
To have certain treats
She smiled through her tears
As she kicked a stone aside
Now that she had seen it
At least she could dream
Of floating away
On sugary cotton candy clouds
Of wispy pink
Savoring in her mouth 
the glorious sweetness
Of her forbidden treat

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Wings Of Deep Beauty

One floating away into the stars 
magically opening up windows 
a fairy princess flies royal
in a realm crowning regal kingdom 

Dazzling beautiful moonbeam's 
sparkling dew petal soft starlight 
touching moments gleam diamond 
caressing thoughts sweetest heart tenderly
 
Magic weaving ribbons spell
in desire softness shining warm light 
stroking warm dusting angel feathers 
enchanting lips under spell 
falling kissing beauty
 
Sweetly waves dance 
sure as the moon reflection rises 
a fairy tale dream begins gleaming
She stands there motionless form 
sparkling jewels spell bound blinding grace 

Sweetly filled by waves emotions pop from his kiss 
Pink champagne bubbles bursting flavors and roars in her blood 
Sensitive skin like a stormy sea crawling warmly underneath 
silver glittering dazzling in moon light reflections 

A golden rain with white water lilies 
Romeo and Juliet at the Opera - to be or not to be 
all waves crash and land on shores 
A beautiful love story under the moonlight 

Paddling lonely on his lily leaf 
he tasted lips the frog 
But this is something bigger ... 
touches heart and soul walking hand in hand 
paradise a droplet of dew falls spiritually 

Spiraling rippling fingers of energy 
a really beautiful adventure begins 
four chambers magically open up 
Touching warm caressing emotions softly 
inside an unknown world redeemed in light 


Time has shown me this simple truth 
That the light that shines from high above 
makes the whole world bright 
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows 
Waiting to blossom at the bright coming morn 

So true even in the darkest pits walking towards destiny 
eternally shining forever in the house of beauty 
Always warm miracle embracing 
rays flutter warmly angel feathers 
wings touching inside feathers of soft satin silk 
Dewdrops rainbow bouquet color sun shining gold 
brightly glimmering with hope 



a co write by Anne Lise and Liam Mc Daid

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

I am With You Always

I am with you always...
You think I'm far away
I'm closer than you think
I'm just a whisper away...

The breeze is my breath on your cheek
The rain is my passion that wets you
The sun is my warmth on your body
The scent of flowers, my perfume
I surround you
I touch you
I fill you

The starlight is the shine of my eyes
The moon, the fullness of my face
The sounds of nature, my voice
The stream my hands that caress

I am with you always
I'm just a thought away
A line or two of a poem
A dream for your night or day


I'm with you always...

Always
             Always
                           Always…..

                                   I am with you always....
                                                                       My love....

Eileen Manassian



Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014