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Details | Verse |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

She Is Gospel

When a woman is just a woman 
the world waits not for her wishes and woes
It seeks to rape the rose of her youth and ravage her assertive reason,
she must become more than mortal meat, she must rise to where hot spirit flows
accelerating the bloodletting of her zen into a hostile zeitgist, she makes endurance a weapon,
the gestation of her gestalt confronting the civil and savage alike, sharp beauty is all she knows
becoming a love hunter with no remorse, womb driven, wasting no color of season,
learning to weep over the bones of bastards, to scream through shadows,
reaping light from simple eyes, heart uncommon
Eve believes God as she grows -


Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |


a bright sun
danced with the sea

on her shades

eyes spoke feelings 
only she could see

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 

Copyright © Darian Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |


Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…

Couldn't you have found some other place ?

What made you furrow between my eyes ?

And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….

When I look in the mirror, all I can see…

Is a silver haired person staring back at me….

Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose…

Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes….

Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ?

Is nature playing a trick on me ?

Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ?

It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me…

So simple..so free……

Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride…

And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried….

But it should would be nice if I could just see…

Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet

In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift

In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds

In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar 

Copyright © Emerho O. Samuel | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

The Nature of Man

It is the nature of man to pursue
And woman’s to be pursued
Man must do the wooing
And woman must be wooed

It is the nature of man to conquer
And woman to play it coy
He must be the strong one
She must act like his toy

It is the nature of man to explore
And woman’s to be sedate
He must push the limits
She must make him wait

Ah...woman, you are to hold back
And make him beg for more
You must keep yourself aloof
And just hint at what’s in store

You must give a only a portion
To keep him from discontent
Must be sparing with your love 
To make his jealousy hell bent

For it is the nature of man to chase
And woman to lend to the chase
But learn this from me, angel
These notions are vile and base

For if your man has such a nature 
And slights your consuming love
Don’t waste on him your passion
Escape on wings of a dove

For love knows no rules or decorum
It will do what it may please
So do what you fancy best
Be assertive when you tease

For know that when the day‘s done
And you are lying in bed alone
You must be true to yourself
Strip “Nature” down to the bone.

Obey the voice of your heart, love
Don’t fall prey to “nature’s” game
Be a woman of these times
And put these silly rules to shame!

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.


By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.


In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.


In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Heroic Couplets |

The Gods Must Be Crazy

The gods must be crazy to create such bad logic, 
To validate suffering, pain and distress, they tick,
To allow their existence, ‘cos that’s what logic’s for, 
Logic defines the systems and structures which soar.

They must be mad to claim bad weather, all year, 
Intervention only points to their responsibility here, 
Natural phenomena stands proud with autonomy, 
In independence they have expression in taxonomy. 

And those car accidents! Ah, how folks claim them, 
As god’s doing, for the victim’s edification, ahem;
Joni Eareckson Tada thinks her diving accident divine,
And happened for a godly reason, for her to consign! 

Christians are sour to equate a healthy man with god, 
Rather than a woman who’s disabled and LBQT, odd, 
Because worship should elevate up only when it should, 
As it offsets a prejudice, imbalance or personality mood. 

Or even a coloured person as god would be far better,
Than a white male that so permeates art and literature, 
‘Cos the subliminal has such a strong, pervasive effect,
That some gods today should be dismissed as a defect. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

What Am I-Niagara-w

I am the Antiope of Canada, Amazonian, but not breast less, Snowy bosom like virginal gems, Swelling lips moderately full, Savoury odor felt all around, Crystalline throat striking the eyes. Meandering, churning, darting, dashing, Transformed from blonde to brunette. Here alluring, benign, attenuated, There corpulent, colossal, capering, Practicing calisthenics all the time. Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’ Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze, Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy, Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces. Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep, Now bulging belle of Detroit, Encircling the wooing Windsor, Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
============================== March 15, 2014 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Free Verse Eighth Place Win Contest What Am I by PD I have used: Personification,Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

A Departing Memory

I know you.
Candles lit, incense fuming,
You like it when I bite your neck, just hard enough.
Blankets thrown about the room
So recklessly, they refold themselves.

And we roll down a hill together,
Kissing the leaves, tickling with our eyes,
Laughing with our hearts.
"You'll just leave me for the next girl you find."
"Yes," I say. Because only
Lasts forever.
And it spills through the cracks in your hands
The moment you grasp it.
Like water from a stone.
She bites my neck
Drawing lines of ecstasy down my back with her fingernails
Spilling into me, fighting my words.
"I leave when the sun sets."

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Southern Charm

Lies saunter through bent brow’d occasion,
teasing the elegant disposition of 
wilting Dixie flowers.
Glass clinks together,
in unison with a common cackle.
Snakes in the grass;
Coming to suck their eggs,
but there’s no ruffled feathers here. 
It’s just another warm southern night,
amid the fire;
Nature will take it’s course.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Avalanche and Aurora

they were up there, on the stage,
" exotic dancers", the term they 
gave; the tall one "Avalanche", 
the shorter, "Aurora"

long black limbs , Aurora's, graceful
steps so Avalanche, her marble feet 
pure snow

they intertwined and caught our men's 
eyes, as we looked and fantasized of 
being with one, or the other, (or both)

and the tepid rhythm rumbled on, from 
speakers in the curtained roof, while mouths 
dribbled and trousers moved, like stallions we 
trampled hooved

and as the caravan of tempting lust, swung the 
hip and charming bust, the distant sound of beer
and jar, chinkled from the busy bar

and down the mountain slope she came, Avalanche 
a wild chicane, lit by Aurora's northern light, 
G string gone and tassles free, thundered on
the mountain slope and sky, 

and soon on trapeze across the room, over tables,
drinks, and cloudy hush, the twin nature's beauties
wearing only their bush, and below, the valley
the mountaineers, sweating in expectant gush

and when I trek among the peaks in dangerous 
snow and coloured skies, I remember the twins,
one black one white, their avalanche and northern light

Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |

Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

Details | Senryu |

A Straight Man's Weakness

A young, lovely girl!
(she's a femme fatale, a vamp—
still, Men adore her).

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Sea Lion Woman

Silver women with fragile spines
Lonely during the week, they must be doing something right
The loneliness doesn’t affect them, and they don’t want to scream and shout
Daily feelings of sadness, sometimes are beautiful and sometimes are loud 

These women transformed themselves in statues made of seam and dreams 
So they can stay in their days willing to give, care and redeem
Time isn’t the problem, but let there be courage to move forward old days of resembling habits 
Make them brave, and they would be the Sea Lion Woman of their own credits

Copyright © Andressa Monteiro | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |


Where I come from
Women are morale formed
Symbol of sanity
In a world of insanity
Mother Nature in personified
Mother to old and young alike
Better half of a man 
A man ages above her
To be better, she is submissive
Submission, made possible by respect
Through the ages gaps the respect becomes natural

To love a man ages younger is unnatural
Therefore unwomanly, though women are blameless
Blinded by the illusion of sexual expressionism
And freedom which is not needed
With the presumed weakness, comes the strength
The strength that is fast eluding us

You don’t have to be men women
Because we men are jealous of women
For they always stoop to conquer
Who ever said age is just a number lied
Age substitutes wisdom and experience
Nature made it so and nature is woman

Offor Ujunwa
on the contest- Cougar Effect

Copyright © offor ujunwa | Year Posted 2011

Details | Concrete |



Hurl me stones as much as you like
To shear my skin from bone
Bereaving me, you can boast of your custom
Your end is just,
Theirs to make me silent
But millions to millions crawls,
Same way every day and night
Might be there, your pebbles storage can go empty
Nature should remain thinking to construe stones
In faster rate to heat me like desires born again
But my liking, desires cannot go in vain
There is back up of almighty pushing me to do
Being forwarded again and again
Don’t be afraid of them they are thieve
They loot bag satisfy them self every night by same routine
Only they publicize you in the name of adultery
Penalising killing, devouring your flesh with stone
I’ m behind you to support my dear
If this time they peel off you
Next time I scrape their mind with same and right vision
They are doing wrong, wrong worse
What you liked is nature, my system
How they dared to halt, my other beloved
I ask to creator think in it, and change the devise
About such timidity where is weak
In your generation, stop to fill cruelty.

Copyright © Deepak Chalise | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

A Rose

Some people see the thorns;
others the succulent petals;
others smell the melodious fragrance;
perceptions to what a rose really is.

A woman is like a rose….
Some people see her beauty;
others her vulnerability;
others her dressing;
others her personality;
others her dangerous seduction;
others her voice……
perceptions to what a woman really is.

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sedoka |

When the Rains Come

When the rains come down And the dark clouds fill the sky The old men go walkabout When the rains come down And the earth no longer dry The old women praise the Lord When the rains come down And the dams are overflowing The young men learn the secrets When the rains come down And fertile fields start growing The young women long for love

Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

Copyright © Chelsea Westerfield | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


A VIP while making pee 
looks like a not-quite VIP.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epigram |

Unquotable quotes: Gals, Dolls, Bitches and Broads - XXXVII Part Two

Unquotable quotes: Gals, Dolls, Bitches and Broads – XXXVII

An adulterous couple soon make lying, cheating and downright treachery (not to mention their role as carriers of germs within the orbit of the family) the principal characteristic of an ethic which is underwritten and buoyed by hypocrisy. It may appear legitimate for the Sartre-Beauvoir tandem to have advocated the tolerance of one another’s emotional and sexual lives, but they should also consent to bearing the responsibility (since they became, whether they wanted it or not, the role models for the intellectually-inclined youths all over the Western World which the East replicates apishly) for the wanton rot corroding societies all over he world.  

Being or becoming “intellectual” is not necssarily the hallmark of the possession of “intelligence”: it’s everybody’s responsibility to everybody else to foster the “health” of mores and morals in every society.

It would therefore follow that sexual freedom is perfectly alright for those who don’t have or don’t want children, provided those who practise this art form don’t impinge or impose their craft
on those who accept the responsibility for the upbringing of children.

The Reich-ian Sexual Revolution, to all intents and purposes, aimed at undermining and dismantling the authoritarian state’s strangle-hold on the defenceless individual without proposing a substitute to replace the family-unit structure as the principal incipient force in the shaping of individual character.

The Reich-ian solution of the orgasmic release as a cure for emotional blockages and all sorts of other psychological ills and phobias and neuroses has also accentuated the spread of venereal diseases, indulgence in perversions and sadistic behaviour which continue to find a repetitive crescendo echo in films from all over the world.

Whether we like it or not, we have a duty, first and foremost, to ourselves, even if Nature has already devised its own overall plan for us in the long run. 

GOU - Hexagram 44: “Coming to meet.” One Yin associates with five Yang (might even mean more). Beware of the lean pig in June hoisting and flaunting her haunches in mid-autumn. The Yin’s shoes fit the male’s feet as well. Whatever fascinates makes you forget your own embattled situation. The quality of life depends on who is mother. 

No child can outlive the reputation of a mother gone totally or even partially astray.

Curiously enough, though, if it were not for gals, dolls, bitches and broads, LIFE – as we know it – would not be perpetuated on earth. They are the principal drivers of the Yin’s motor: they entice, rivet, pollute, distract and entertain and sap the Yang forces, and all they have to show for it is their ephemeral flicker of 
fun and release from the cares of the world; all to no purpose for they are made to self-destruct themselves unless they drag the Yang down with them, too; their saving grace being their role in the perpetuation of the human race, for better or for worse.
Nature makes certain they don’t wreak havoc all their living days. They may and do reign supreme between the ages of fifteen and, say, thirty-five, leaving them alone to their abject fate and their wiles in managing their own pleasure and pain thereafter. A sad plight! A very sad fate!

© T. Wignesan, Paris, 2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Leap Year Beckons Women to Propose

The newest Leap Year beckons women to make a heartfelt move
while promising to be true to the soul and actions
I have knelt down because it's time that I propose to you, 
even impromptu, promising to say "I do" with Celtic words: Aoibhneas, Baile.
I love you for your distinct virtues. Please, do not misconstrue this vow that I now renew.

You're likely to be amazed by such words of praise coming from me
But you should know that I love you verily; I've reappraised the situation, 
And I'm all aglow when I think of the stargazed dream 
Such a marriage could set us free and raise our expectations, we who are Vikings!

If I don't take the chance to propose during our dance, four years will pass again with less romance; thus, it's best I write these words of confession to you with my own pen rather than to keep them suppressed, all the while, 
Promising that my vow will be acknowledged by God above who blesses our love, still expressed while un-professed 

My mind reaches out to you, boundlessly and timelessly, no matter what you say or do, thereunto, without any borders to keep my love away; I invite your imagination to fly with thoughts of the magnificent adulation and how I'll reveal my heart to you, going on a mountain rendezvous, with vegetables overgrown in your garden where they thrived,

Undervalued for such a long time while nature embraced you in a breakthrough,
Growth arose with the sound of bells nearby--chiming, dancing, and chanting in rhythm, the mountains, all the time, dipping into the valley to meet you in peace.

This year will be Leap Year, it's true, and all I want to do
Is marry you. No more, no less, only to achieve heartfelt happiness.
I'll view you through the misconstrued residue of my own true love.

Copyright © Laura G Sweeney | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Emma was asleep in 
an unrealistically graceful position
It had much to do with 
the calmness she felt 
as she listened to the sound of rain 
hitting her window 
It seemed her mind was always so 
that the slightest moment of peace 
brought about 
an intense euphoria 
So the moment at which she fell asleep was 
the only pure one of 
the entire day

Copyright © Emma Caparula | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |


                     BIRDS SING LOVE
1.	All fowls in the air
What they sing do you hear!
If you are not dumb to cheer
Open your eyes and ear
To discern beauty so clear.
Whilst imitating them dear.
2.	For you they all sing.
Before you is a dancing.
They play love and convincing,
Not for nothing
They are troubling
But, truly offering
Free essential learning.

3.	Birds are joyful all over,
Not a sobering is either.
They sing for you to hear.
All the day is
“Love your dear”
“Love her prettier”
“Make her appear
A lovely miss cinthier”.

4.	In the morning they sing,
“Take her along”
“Give her a song”
“Make her sing
“Make her swing”
“Make her smiling
Like a life long king”.

5.	In  the afternoon they cry
“Make her cry
With a madly cry”.
“Make her fly
A dreaming sky”.
“Make her spy
And feel so shy
Of your eyes so dry”.

6.	In the evening they dance,
“Tight her close”
“Touch her nose”
“Pull her blouse,
Make it loose
In a deem-light house”.
“Ride her course
Like a champion horse”.

7.	At night,
“Keep her bright”,
“Keep her right”.
“Blind her sight
And caress her tight”.
 “Block her fight
To let her fight
In a jolly light”.

Copyright © SAMSON MANYALA | Year Posted 2016