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Details | Free verse |

Cocaine Is Her Name

COCAINE Is Her Name ( Addiction ) COCAINE is her name. They call her COKE for short. She came into this Country, without a Passport. Since then - she has made a lot of scum rich. Others have been murdered and found in a ditch. She is more valued than diamonds and worth more than gold. Use her just once and you too - will be sold. She will make a straight A student forget his books and a Beauty Queen forget her looks. She can make a known speaker become a bore. She can take your Mother and turn her into a Whore. She can make a Teacher forget how to teach. She will make a Preacher - not want to preach. She can take your rent money and you'll be evivted. She will murder your babies or, they will be born addicted. She will make you - rob, steal and kill. When you are under her POWER - you have no will. Remember my friend - her name is BIG C. If you try her just once - You may never be free. She has already destroyed ACTORS, POLITICIANS and many a HERO. She has decreased bank accounts, from millions to zero. Shooting and killing is a common affair. Once she's in charge - you are under her SPELL. Now that you know - what will you do? I tell you my friend it's all up to you. The day you decide to sit on her saddle - the dession is one that no one can STRADDLE. So pay close Attention and listen well - because if you don't - you can wind up in HELL...
05/08/2013 Note: Just hoping to make a difference. For S.K.A.T."S contest

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013


Details | Free verse |

To Be One

Speak in my dark night
   Color your quiet words
      without sight

Touch my wide open eyes 
   without tears, my mouth
      without tongue, 

No words, no sorrow, no cries
   leave your lips, no sound
      bounces around

One time I walked, my words
   had volume, they were proud
      to share me

The hollow sound will echo
   in my head, be savoured on
      my lips

I came you went, nobody
   and everybody passed 
      through me

If you say I am, I will be again
   speak my name and I exist
      in you


***

July 23, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 



Copyright © Jennifer Brooks | Year Posted 2006


Details | Free verse |

When You Say My Name

You wrap my name
In syllables of love
Passion tinged sound units
Caressed by the beauty of your voice
you leave me no choice
but to yield....

breathed into my ear
you release
letter sojourners to travel
down the curve of my neck
to a cadence that captivates
and my heart capitulates
When you say my name....

When you say my name
saturated in n~e~e~d
wanting to be freed....
you make the appeal
wanting healing...immediate...real
your testosterone tempered tonality
temptingly deep...
it sets in motion
Resonance reverberations
that rock ecstasy's epicenter...
my name comes again
riding your waves of want...
it comes
in the full knowledge
that my release of liquid love
will welcome you in
to the inner sanctum sanctuary
where your body is idolized
and your name chanted...immortalized
in the rhythm and rhyme
of passion sublime
When you say my name...

When you say my name
you evoke the spirit of eternity
to dance the dance of life
weaving through and around
two simple syllables
of romantic antics
dancing and swaying
your voice calming playing
the trace of romance
leaving nothing to chance
when you say my name....

when YOU say...MY...N*A*M*E*

Eileen

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Love and Lust

I did not mean to snatch your heart
Like with the claw of a vorocious bird of pray
You fell into my unset trap 
Speared yourself upon my harpoon 
Which had only been hanging on the wall
You threw yourself into my way
stole my arrows and brandishing them with cupids blood
Punctured your heart without a thought 
Other than the whisper of my name 
You claim that I'm a siren
I've led you to your death
But it was the birds i sang to 
Your name did not leave my unforgiving lips 
With swollen eyes from crying
Filled with swirling colors of obsession 
You beg to me and plead with me 
Blaming me and cursing me  
Claiming that i drug you here
Forgetting it was you who snuck in through my balcony 
To watch me in the fountains 
And listen to my voice
To see how the animals follow me
And witness how the moon becomes my robes 
And the stars become my eyes
How the setting sun remains all night 
Within the silk of my hair 
how roses color my cheeks 
In the darkness of the cold 
And the world surrounds me 
And the beauty of the light i behold 
Where in this story did i bewitch you 
Where did i make you call my name 
Did i once respond or invite you to play a game
you claim i did this to you 
When you only did it to yourself 
did you enjoy your gaze upon the child of Cerynian
Did you think I'd become your obediant wife 
When did i claim i loved you 
How quickly you think of these blasphemous lies 
Your not in love you simpleminded mortal
Your infatuated and in lust and your lust is a lie

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Yes Friend, It Will Matter

Say not to me, that it will not matter a hundred years from now, that I was here. For surely I have touched one life in a positive way, perhaps in daily prayer I've called your name one day. Having no profound accomplishments or delusions of fame, and leaving no progeny to perpetuate my name, still, it will matter that I was here. For I have quietly endeavored to sow, and I have watered. I love and am loved--should one desire more? Life is good and hopefully God is pleased. The tracks I'll leave, it's true, will not be so ingrained as to stand harsh winds of time and they shall fade as the evening sun, leaving somewhere, only a name and date chiseled in granite. Perhaps, if only in thought, one pausing o'er me should question, who was this man? Let God simply whisper, that I am His.

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

What's In A Name

Find it in an anagram,its a name of French descent It has four vowels in it,and is a long nine letter word. The main noun starts with C , and ends up with an E. Its beauty lies in sugar-coated charm,Its carefree as can be. A melody of lyrics where graceful swans belong If you'll get to know it, it means you found a Song. It owns a friendly attitude like Blossoms of May Pleasant yet stubborn, and does plenty in a day. A bountiful orchard bestowing delightful gifts Of kindness, calm serenity ,and truth upon the lips. It empowers the one who owns it with a will to change the world.Born to be a hidden leader whose voiceless men defends. Endowed by empathy.Spiritually insightful Emotionally endearing ,with a tint of mystery. By Shakespeare ,Cleopatra's attendant was called the same but as the Bard penned , 'What's in a name' Would you treat me differently if I just called myself Madame,Mademoiselle or Dame? Would my light shine brighter if I was called a star Isn't it our heart which proclaims who we are? Isn't it our soul which reveals identity Isn't it our life-lines which prevail our destiny ?
Date :1/15/2017 For Silent One's Contest : What's in a name ?

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

The Flame of Our Name

Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time

Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from top to bottom, see the glorious coals sparkle
Yes, even before their completion into diamonds never comparable,
It is the very time in between the transformation that enchants the very soul

For in this time, I see the very worst of you,
How it shines without shame, aching to be tempered,
Crushing to prevail over its creators,
The tentacles squirming in hollow defense,
Ink spreading in the dark blue waters of deepest sorrow and agony

How your beak ever pecks upon its prey, 
Dashingly exquisite, its sharpness—petulant in its purpose 
And I say to you, as you destroy—come, for I shall not back away
When the weapons you hold fall upon my budding flesh
Growing despite the damages you have made
Come, my love, come!
See how my wounds have me, exalt me, trust me…
Into a reality I deeply fall, forcing you upon your knees
For how I know, through your destructing ways,  
That together I will always make us be

Come, my love, for I die,
Heavy in the ecstasy of grief,
See how the fairy trees dance upon woes and lift hearts like plucked flowers
How demons with tempting eyes move as squealing moths crawl toward our fires
Wishing the burn of the coals, yet never touching such change
How the light floods through and through, to every dark corner and fissure
Licking the bonding surfaces with perfumed oils crackling 
The black tentacles scatter outwards, forming a wall around the growing blaze
My eyes close—from those very eyes you came
Descending to ascend, my love you crave
Trusting the time I have tamed in last feat,
You rise into the everlasting restoration of our name

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Sometimes I forget his name

Sometimes
I forget his name
there are cavities 
in love too

dark gaps 
in the cracking heart
where aching
doubt and memories 
pulsate.


© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © Gry Christensen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Hello, My Name Is

Before I start this is a very personal poem to me. So please be nice in the comments. Also if you have a question about it Soupmail me about it. Well here it goes.

Hello my name is...
Isn't this party great
Hello my name is...
Let's get to know each other
Hello my name is...
Can I but you a drink
Hello my name is...
I think I like you
Hello my name is...
Let's go somewhere we can be alone
Hello my name is...
That girl you won't remember in the morning
Hello my name is...
I can show you a good time
Hello my name is...
I can show you a good time
Hello my name is...
At least until you get tired of me
Hello my name is...
Just keep you voice down
Hello my name is...
No one will ever know
Hello my name is...
I promise, they always promise.
Hello my name is...
I can never recover
Hello my name is...
You stole that chance away 
Hello my name is...
Low self esteem
I feel like I have nothing else to take
So instead I just give
I've struggled for years
But I got tired of saying no
In a voice you never heard
Like I could be happy
Like I could forget the life stolen from me
Like I could pick up the pieces of my porcelain heart
And put it back together
Make it whole somehow
Like I could just forget what happened
Like I wouldn't remember that night
It just doesn't work that way
Now all my encounters start out as
Hello my name is...
I can't even remember anymore
Hello my name is...
Whatever you want to call me Sir
Hello my name is...
No longer a way I can identify myself
Hello my name is Brittany Larson
Why don't you tell me your name
Why don't we get to know each other
Just remember my story is a long one
It all started with
Hello my name is...
And he never let me finish

Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

over and over agin

sometimes i talk to myself, 
my mind is racing,
i dont know what to do...
so hard to explain.
depression isn't a stage
or a faze some kids go through
it shatters you...
i saw it all. 
she cried silent in her bed,
blood stains covered her favorite jeans,
her every shirt,
long sleeve ofcourse...
she suffered through it all with few people to call friend
and more to call enemy
even more to say where quite dissappointed....
FAT
her first name in school,
not started by a bully
or a mean rival,
but by her sister, 
and it echoed through her soul,
repeating in her mind... over and over again,
like the ripples of still water
when a pebble is dropped
flash frozen in time
repeating,
over and over again...
It was the first name they gave her,
millions where created over the years,
some unique
some repeating again, just as the first had..
gothic they called her,
emo, fat, ugly....worse things.
but in her mind, things where worse.
everything was repeating,
over and over again,
finally she believed it. 
she asked for help, from everyone
tried to explain to parents she wasnt well,
got called a psycho for asking to see a theripist,
not from a teacher,
not from a class mate,
but from her own father, who wouldn't, couldn't,
believe there could possibly be a thing wrong....
finally, crying, she confessed her bloody secret to a teacher.
rather then giving her time,
she is sent back to class crying her eyes out, as if she wherent going through enough...
she is sent to the principals office a few minutes later, after breaking down in class...
the princlipal says she needs help,
sends her and her dad for a risk evaluation,
her dads crying as she shows him her cuts...
they walk into a hospital room, 
it smells of chemicals and hand sanitizer,
the lady at the desk gives her a smile.
then she goes into a room with a lady,
her cheeks are sunken in and shes wearing way too much makeup,
the girl is gaging on her perfume,
and she looks really intimidating....
her dark brown hair looks dead and flat
even though its a bit wavy, 
and she wears somewhat of a mocking frown.
asks her all these questions,
is mommy beating her?
no
is daddy raping her?
no
is she doing drugs?
not alot
is anyone beating her?
pass...
did anyone molest her? 
pass....
oxcarbezapine, trazadone, citalipran, clinazapam, colonipan,
valium, lithium, more.......
and thats what they gave her,
more... 
some numbed the pain
some brought it out
tearing through her organs,
she became an addict by the time she was fourteen....
over dose after over dose
some for pleasure
some for pain,
gashes on her legs getting deeper,
this time she didnt tell a soul,
not even those she had come to call friends....
wakeup she screamed in her head over and over again
as she dropped weight like it was nothing....
you cant controll it she argued as things became worse. 
at age fourteen she attempted suicide,
she didnt quite succeed.
the medication took away her aappitite....
she liked it
she hated her body
hated herself
felt out of controll
found a new way to cope
as she shoved tooth brush after toothbrush down her throat
to keep her body from nuitrients...
as she whent weeks and weeks spitting food into napkins and making excuses 
I ate at my friends house....
spoken as a whisper
heard like a sentance
echoing in her mind over and over again,
along with that word, all the words,
FAT!!!!!!
ugy, anoying, stupid, fake, worthless, nothing...
one bite she would say
rocking back and forth
craving nothing but food
her body racked with hunger pain
one bite and there she was again
FAT!
over and over and over again
back to a toothbrush
this time she sees blood
she saw her ribs
she saw her bones,
it wasnt good enough,
she almost died, again....
choking on this deep dissappointment in herself,
gaging on everything they where pushing down her throat, 
their words, and their insults, their criticism.... their drugs
all shoved down her throat like candy
and just as she was was trained to do she swallowed despite the bad taste
or the hurt
or the fact that at the rate she was going she would be dead soon...
and you know why? 
because daddy yelled 
and couldnt accept what was happening
not because he wanted to hurt her
but because it hurt him,
and she let him believe,
because she could take the hurt if it meant he didnt have too.
because mommy didnt want to sit in her room all day
smoking weed
doing nothing,
practically having us raise ourselves,
she didnt mean to take anger, or frustration or hurt out on her daughter
she suffered everyday in her solitary confinement,
and from a young age she accepted her bedroom was the cage
 her mother had created for herself.
because sister didnt want to effect her the way she did
she was just frustrated
fed up with the way things where
scared, she needed someone to take her cruelty
and to help heal her pain...
because people in school
who where so cruel
had to have learned from somewhere
and she wasnt going to play into their games,
and they knew she was an easy target
because she would never attack someone so weak
and she accepted her suffering was a sacrafice
to help all these people....
to help her dad,
her mom,
her sister,
every person who was beaten abused or hurt
 and felt so weak at home they wanted to feel strong in the one safe place they had.
because depite the fact she had died inside,
and almost passed away on the out,
it was a saccrafice she was willing to make
so that no one else would have to feel that kind of pain,
and they all inflicted it and broke her down'untill there was nothing left but a shell
of somthing that could have been
and never had the chance
and why? 
because she would take it and wouldnt strike back,
because sometimes "just taking it"
isnt so much about the weakness not to do anything
but about the strangth not to hurt others the way they hurt you...

Copyright © cassie hellberg | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

POWER IN THE NAME OF JESUS

There's power in the name of Jesus
There's power in His precious blood
His word is power when you begin to speak
There's power within His name.

There's healing in the name of Jesus
Authority is yours to take
Satan is DEFEATED the victory is yours
There's power within His name.









This poem is also a song and is now on Youtube

Copyright © LEON WILSON | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

My Real Name

		
	
	
	
	
	
	My Real Name
	
	All I want from this life 
	is that you know my real name, 
	not the one my mother gave me 
	in remembrance of no one 
	she ever knew other than my father, 
	but rather the one which says 
		that I once lightly touched 
			something divine, 
		that I lived too long 
			in the sticky pit of addiction, 
		that I was a high-diver, 
			easily piercing the
			membrane of reality,
		that I was once a magician, 
			a weaver of incantations, 
			the alchemist who found gold, 	 
		that I danced with you 
			among the eastern clouds 
			on those fine mornings, 
			my suit of light glowing 
			yellow and orange and red, 
		that I lay with you 
			in the chocolate darkness 
			of summer’s night, 
			dew like starlight in your hair, 
		that I was cloud-shadow 
			flying up Yellowstone valley 
			on cold mountain air, 
			vanishing over the near horizon, 
		        and gone. 
	
	That’s my name, 
	all of it and more that I can’t recall.
	I know you will remember.
	
	
		
	12.10.2013




	
	

	
		
	
	
	
	
	

Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Don't leave me hanging

 Don't leave me hanging sis!


I came out of nowhere with an agenda on the mind
Joining the soup to be near my favorite love
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
Then came round three and more. 
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happens naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name 
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me 
Inside me, she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyone mind with words


I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joking way back then


(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

POET - STAND - Your name is your seal

                                                    Poet, stand up! 
                                             Your name is your seal!
                                     Your works let their story reveal.
                              Though you be enamored by great poets,
                                   don’t shy away or get disheartened.
                           Rid your heart of nervous anticipation and forget
                                            about word-perfect dictation.
                     Through your internal debates and bouts of indecisiveness
                                      Find a style that’s uniquely you. 
                                        Make your stance stronger.

                                                      Poet, stand!

                                     Stand aside when it comes to gossip.
                                       Stay away from petty jealousies.
                                Too much connectivity hampers creativity.
                                                     Stay focused!
                            But by all means know when to pick up a fight.
                           Stand back, ponder, and align your ammunition.
                                        Then be ready to stand up for
              what you believe in and make a passionate defense for what is right.

                    Accept correction – it is the heart of positive retention and
                  the means to sharpen your abilities and enable your work to
                                              stand up to 
                                                criticism.                                                 
                   Smile at genuine curiosity but never tolerate ignorance.
              Or how will you stand up to bullies intent on creating havoc and those
                                    quick to impose their sense of ‘correctness’?

                          Build yourself up but desist from putting others down.
                     Identify talent and stand over a budding poet, gently giving
                   them directions but be careful to let them choose their path.
                               And when the time comes when your light dims
                    and all you can do is ruminate mentally on things already past –
                                                 Poet, stand down!

                                          Yours is a life truly well lived!

Copyright © Vicky Tsiluma | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Name of the Rose

Life was never boring
Selling roses from my shop,
You were invited to visit and
You’d learn men’s secret affections.

The first to arrive was the usual fare
A well-built hunk of a man.
Tall, dark and handsome that women adore.
Twelve orange ones, he asked.
Amazed I wondered what he had in mind,
Must be a new fling no doubt.
For orange means enthusiasm and desire.
He knew well the language of sweet buds.

A newbie arrived, so shapely and cordial
A lady I knew not I was sure of it,
As she asked for a bunch of yellow blossoms.
This feeling was so hard to explain
For yellow stands for many things
Joy, gladness, friendship, Welcome Back, 
Remember me, or ”I care".

Tommy, the shy one, tip toped inside,
As usual he chose the lovely pink.  
It was his way to say thanks and hope
That she will always believe in him.

A couple of coral ones, how abrupt Peter was.
He knew they meant desire never lasting love.
I’d rather he never entered my oasis
For all he deserved was arid sand not bliss.

Martin was next, and how he beamed.
It was love at first sight, said he.
So I suggested as I knew,
That a lavender rose would please her most.

My friend Elise had made a coup. 
So I gave her a bunch of mixed flowerets.
Peach for appreciation and white for purity.
Wasn’t Elise delighted that day?

It was almost time, needed to close shop.
When the outside door opened for the last time.
The lady I had seen early that day returned.
“You did not like my flowers?” I asked.
She nodded and then stuttering said:
“My mum has died.  Just one black rose please.”
I don’t know why a tear trickled down my face.

18 January 2016
A SKAT CONTEST Theme # 7 Colors
Placed 4

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Name of the beast

Falling like lightening 
he who was cast forth 
from the greatest heights 
behold a pale horse 
and the name of him who sat on it was death

Hades followed him 
killing with the sword of hunger and famine 
inflicting such pain the beasts of this earth 
understand this he's a fallen angel 
Let them with knowledge and wisdom 
understand the truth reveals our end

Drinking from the wrath of the anti Christ 
waiting in the wings an agent of unimaginable evil 
possessed by Satan himself
I believe the board is set in the return of Christ 
as pieces are about to move

A sign of modern times 
he promises peace and persecutes those left behind
destroying to an unlimited degree our planet 
prospering through greed his legacy 
The end game has begun
once he appears a seven year reign will begin

Our Holy Master has spoken his name in Hebrew
he beheld Lucifer as lightening falling from the Heavens
I will ascend from the heights above the clouds 
I will be like the most high sacred place

one quarter of the planet will bow and worship him

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Her Name Was Rain

 .                 

Like the disappearing sun of yesterday                           (           )
So has her childhood dissolved away                          (       //       )
With two white steeds that are the trees                       (   / /       )
She is the leaf, marauder of the breeze                            /  /   
She rides against the wind
                        /  /  /
        Her name is Rain
        Born with the grain of knowing
        Sight to the blind who cannot see tomorrow
        Or view the valleys of the past

/  /        Tho', ...be not envious of her rampant blood!
            Where origins are buried in another world
            Where voices speak in lost syllables
            In a language of no forgetting
            Where the laughter of the birds is still
            And clouds shed only a torrent of tears
                                /                   / /
                    For she would rather turn her face to the sky
             /      And feel the gentleness of the mist
                    She has a burning desire to be free
                    Free of the gift
       /  /         Free of the burden
                    Free of the knowledge that has taken her innocence
                                     //    //                 /
                        A voice of the thunder calls her
                        Invites her to fly beyond the clouds
                        So the earth can be beautiful                                    
                        Where the sun comes after the rain                         
                 /      Where the drought is over at last                       
/                       Where rain becomes rainbows                                   
                        She is the leaf.....maurader of the breeze                   
          /     /       Her name is Rain     

                                                    ____                                              
                                             
For Constance La France's contest "Rain, The Story"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

DESTROYING the KID

  DESTROYING the KID

It’s about time you came around.
I have waited long with my pants dropped down.
Did you say, “CHICKEN!" Mmm, I love chicken.
My favorite comes in white meat.
My fingers I'm still licking.
I read your slam it had no defeat.
My little Poet Destroyer friend, you called me.
I am not the one with the Kidster name.

You play this gambling game so well.
Like a convict, you will be the first to bail.
Giving you pleasure, making your slam sound so innocent.
You make the Kidster name band from hell.
Hitting you with a slam, that makes your tear drop like hail.
Stick to nice poetry, your slamming just got stale.
In the middle of your so call slam. 
I felt you tried so hard you broke a nail.

In the meantime, this is what I expect.
The freedom so you can speak nice to me.
Like Kid Rock, the real red neck.
You also cannot slam what you cannot see.
Do not destroy what can't be destroyed.
I am always one-step, on top of this deck.
Kidster you’re hot just got watered down to mild.
You have a short hand when it comes to a slam style.
Flip me over and yell, "This Jokers Wild!"
Kidster I lightly slam the cards you dealt me.

This Destroyer is going to slam you back.
Like a trip with tricks and treats.
A slam so hard you will not be able to stand on your feet
Come back when you are ready to get up off your knees
For you I'm rolling up my sleeves, I will not stop until you retreat.
What about my mama?
I thought we were on the same team.
You slam just like my grandma.
Wait! I take that back, she always slams my grandpa mean.
Hey Kidster do me a favor, put your head on a DONKEY.
Show every one there is two sides to you.

By the way, Kidster just with your name I can have fun.
I do hope they let you read this in day care.
I hope you were not expecting a nursery rhyme.
You know better we grownups do not play fair.
Hey, Kidster after this you may need to change your diaper!

              This has all been fun and games.
              Billy the Kidster if you are up for tag 2.
              I will come back as JESSE JAMES.
              Making you a fool..
By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

In Your Name - The Prayer Style

~In Your Name ~ (Prayer Style ) " Dear Lord " May your abounding love, peace, our hearts fill And not evil, hate anywhere cause us ill May all grow closer each day more to you Let's not be rash in everything we do Let love, laughter, joy, walk with them and me Let love shine for us all and always be O Lord, vanish from hearts, minds, all that's wrong Let love, hope, peace, reign and live like a song Dear Lord, help us grow more in your wisdom And please heal everyday our hearts and qualms. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2011
July.31.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's notes: The "Prayer Style " is a poetry form or style created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth - Simpson.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered...  My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her...  So sad to still have these things going onin our world...

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

If you name a poem something cheesy like--- Venus --- it Will only get twenty reads

"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back


Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

His Name is Poetry

                   His Name is Poetry


I have a new friend, a new love
He dances with his pure and honest heart
And strokes me with his gentle words
I crave him, desire him more with each passing day
Oh, what deep feelings he has stirred within me
He carries me joyfully, sometimes sadly, on a journey
From moment to hour to the day’s end
With his words, rhythmically he calms and soothes me
As does a mother cooing to her precious newborn
With a love as strong and as real
I can not, will not, be without you
You have entered my life swiftly, silently
Yet your power yells loudly, beckons me to follow
In your footsteps, to see where you go
Where you will take me, my love,
Poetry

Copyright © cynthia ondrich | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

What is in a Name

Either silent or eloquent
A name there must be
To be a speck in the infinity
Without the speck, high or low
Where the heck you can go

So I have a name too
Denoting both red and blue
The colours of courage
To struggle in the race
Of pleasant survival

It is elimination in namelessness 
Disintegration like disgrace
A shame
It is integration in a name
Sometimes toward the hall of fame
May be in a global group
Or at least in Poetry Soup

So I have a name too
In order to be distinct to you
In dark and dew
Though doubtful in poetry soup 

Again a disintegration in a name too
In the zoo
Of religion, cast and creed
Instruments of power and greed
Namelessness here might eliminate
The black holes of disregard and hate

I dislike the surname of my name
Indicative of higher caste claim
A profound nonsense
In Indian culture


A rose or a non-rose
A name must be there
To get close and warm
Into your charm

Silent or eloquent
Strong or faint
In paint or poetry
Alone or in a tremor of chemistry
Mere you and I will not do
We need a name
In the eternal game

Hence my name
Pointing towards radiance and spirit
Though I am nowhere near it
Still trying for some resolution
Of restless conflict
_____________________________
 
17/01/2017
Silent One’s Poetry Contest
What’s in a name

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

In The Name Of Love

I was only sixteen when I gave birth to you a child having a child - my parents made a decision for me I would give you up for adoption and that is what happened the days after, I was lost confused and questioning the decision but I knew I could not care for you I was just a kid . . . part of me would never forgive me a part of my heart was forever missing when I got a bit older without my parents knowing I tried to find you but got nowhere then much later- I told my mother and father that I wanted to search they did not stop me . . . I searched for years not a day went by my son that I did not think of you I loved you although I never held you I was your mother . . . should I find you, I would not change your life perhaps just be part of it time went by and life went on first father passed and in time mother I inherited the family plot one day, I went to visit with roses and for some reason before leaving I went into the cemetery office . . . I asked for a list of who was buried in the plot as the lady read off the names, I nodded then she said, oh yes, and there is the baby boy a dagger stabbed my heart I asked the date- I could not breathe I had tears in my eyes I had found you, my baby boy the lady showed me your birth certificate and your death certificate and there was no doubt you died at birth . . . I know my parent lied to protect me in the name of love and I will never know why . . . why did they let me search the world could they not tell me the truth in my mothers dying breath could she not tell I will never understand the why and never forgive it made me so sad and that sadness still lingers I had "baby boy son of . . . and your date of birth" engraved on the family stone, after all I was the owner you were never given a proper name now, I know where you are and my search is over although you dwell in another realm you are my son and I am your mother . . . how many times did I stand at that cold tomb not knowing your bones lay beneath my feet I go often with a white rose for my sons because in time, I had two baby boy angels buried there, both loved . . . ____________________________________ July 19, 2016 Free Verse For the contest, Long Lost Family sponsor, Silent One Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Say My Name

Curiousity is definately an understatement,
an obsession, or crazy desire. More like it.
The smell, the sound, feel or taste.
All senses working as one to create it, 
a higly addictive state of mind, full of haste.
Anyone can or can't, make it happen or work it.
Expressions, and high emotions 
or is it just the motions?
Is it your surroundings that create, this 
vindictive passion?
Or is it words that get this fantasy going?
It's a different motivation for everyone, 
result is the same.. I want you to say my name.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

What is Your Name?

What sort of name do you wear?
The kind you can spit out absently
Then wait for a reply?
Perhaps a name should be boxed
Or roughed a little before it can be worn  
Make the wearer a prophet in pain, then let him be
But it is not to be tampered with.  
This name, was it born of a fiery Viking baptism in steel and fire?  
Or a God or Goddess?
Or a constellation of stars? 
Perhaps worthy of your grandparent, and is carried with honor.
It may not seem impressive or awesome,
But the energy inside this humble
Exterior is raw and uncorrupted.
Generations of generations upon
Generations have perhaps strapped it on
Like a breastplate.
It has weathered a thousand storms
To return, as ever,
Your name is a badge,
Wear it proudly, for it is
Easy for people's handling to
Tarnish it.

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

IF

VOICE:  Ahmad Razvi

I write a few words every day A few words Sometimes not even words Just to remember what it feels like Elk ilk This is a pen This is paper These are little drawings Raw wings Only a few you can arrange and rearrange Rear gear and then the meaning changes It's a miracle Clam realm I write some of them To not forget Forge fog I arrange name mane If I don't write I might forget my name. If I forget my name Forge my poetry Pry me open Pen my words Worthy am I Write my me. *** January 14, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

My Name

She smiles and my name is said with such unbound glee. 
Though not the one I was born with, this one that holds more meaning.

Alike her brother too will call it though in harmonized repeat like waves in slow repetition. As his bare feet slap surface and he approaches.

The understanding of it's meaning escapes me for the moment, though my heart knows it's significants, my mind can't wrap around it.

They hold the key to my day and in their actions can build me up or break me. But when happy I too am happy, the world's a warmer place.

In thought alone, I then reflect on my comings and my goings. My name is mentioned in parting sorrow and in joyful arrival.

My name eluded then, bright illuminated now. I know my greater purpose. To teach them of moral and respect, to teach of right and wrong.

My goal is to teach them to love, as another FATHER shows me. Though I may often falter, I am my children's "Daddy" as they so heartwarmingly remind me.

Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2017