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Soul of the Poet

Invite of the trendy crowd, yearning for acclaim, a common braggart read aloud, to glean synthetic fame. The fellow even took a bow when some had stood and clapped The rest of them were in the know; so mostly they just napped. Elsewhere in a lonely hut, near death’s parting knell, doors and windows firmly shut, a poet bids farewell. Painfully she starts to write, and pens a lovely score, her phantom fans in sheer delight, arise in silent roar.
2nd Place, Put Your Best Rhyme Forward, Just That Archaic Poet

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Farewell to the Vampire

Parted curtains
puff of smoke.
Parlor trick
or cruel joke?

First a bat,
then human form—
eyes aglow,
fangs enorm.

And in the mirror,
no image there;
it stilled my heart
and stifled prayer.

But Drac was old
and suffered so;
his timing off,
reactions slow.

As he lunged
I stepped aside;
mallet ready,
his chest I eyed.

He lay there stunned,
at last my break;
I then asked how
he’d like his stake.

2nd Place, Poems from the Vampire, Just That Archaic Poet

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013

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Farewell at the Falls

Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face, 
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The thundering silver waters
torrentially unkind,
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.

The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.

Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll  live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.

Our souls  will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.

Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014

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Farewell To Her

I grieve a life that can't exist
for things that could not be
of cherished plans that upped and left
of a girl no longer me

I grieve my dreams that slumber on
that I can not wake from sleep
and as another does drift away
for it's emptiness I weep

I mourn the loss of who I was
of possibilities and more
and wave farewell to a life not had
as she walks out through the door

I sit and ache for what is not
for the girl that can't be me
of things that only might have been
for the she that can not be.

Brian Strand's contest 'A first 50 posting' (July 2011)
1st place

Copyright © Emma Mantle | Year Posted 2011

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There is no good in “Good bye,”
only a finality and a cry.
A parting of “See you soon,”
is much friendlier a tune.

There is no good in “Goodbye,”
only someone wondering why.
Let's say we'll meet in a while,
and leave a reassuring smile.

There is no good in “Goodbye.”
Just a notion to jump and fly.
With a wave, you are gone.
It's tantamont to, “So long.”

There is no good in “Goodbye.”
We will meet again, do try?
Drop the bye leave the good,
and say “Later” if you would.

For contest 240     Brian Strand, Sponsor

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2016

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A farewell to high school

What a sad moment to say goodbye?!
And spread our wings so as to fly
Leaving lovely school days away
And tracing our paths in the life way

I will miss you with smiling faces
who draw smiles in school places
I will miss you the shining sky
That with knowledge makes me high

True we may go in multi- ways
But all my life you will be my rays
Forever we'll be as one tie
Never your love in my heart shall die

We may be like fallen leaves
But our stem firm and never cleaves
We will collect drops of morning dew
And warm our minds with learning too

We will join high education 
Then we can develop our nation
We will raise it in the world high
And its progress no one can deny

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2016

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The Indentured Logger- Swap Quatrain

Ten doggone years I've sawed your trees.
I quit. I'll saw my own darn z's.
I'm done with blood and sweat and tears;
I've sawed your trees ten doggone years.

Right out that door I'm marching on.
No use to look, 'cause I'll be gone.
I'm done with aches and blisters, for
I'm marching on, right out that door.

I'll never feel this weary back,
Nor sleep in such a leaky shack;
I'll go and find a decent meal --
This weary back I'll never feel.

With some sweet girl we'll settle down
Two thousand miles west of town.
I and my mule, named Mr. Merl,
We'll settle down with some sweet girl.

I've lived in hell, Mad Merlin Green;
Now I, like you, am strong and mean.
Once shy and kind, now hear me yell;
Mad Merlin Green, I've lived in hell.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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When summertime has kissed the rose, And nestling trees blossom so fair The dappled leaves twirl in repose, Bathed in mist’s spray… beyond compare. I crave her touch on paths winding Like a damsel amid lush grass; Sultry when the vibrant breeze flings, As limbs thrusts in passion’s contrasts. On blushes of night’s wild glimpses Embroidering her russet veil; In slow movement… this enchantress Drops heat’s thrill while she bids farewell. As mornings welcome Autumn’s gold My breath lifts in a mellow way, When tinsels of fog glide… to unfold A silver whirl through fall’s ballet. Kelly Deschler's Summer's End Contest 8/30/2014 by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Lost Hope

On the plight of this garden till when to grieve
Will this nest ever its glory retrieve

The companion birds are all flown away
O cyprus trees and roses! Permit me to leave

(Influenced by a Rubai of an eminent Urdu poet Josh Malihabadi)

Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2013

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On Your Own

While young and naive
I fell for your charms.
And yet now I must
abandon your arms.

I will tiptoe out
when the night turns black.
And scurry away 
without looking back.

Asleep with your dreams
you lie unaware.
And it hurts, because
inside I still care.

All of my hopes were
scuttled in mid stream.
And there's more to love
than a worn out dream.

I can’t live a lie
or try to pretend.
Yet you’ll always be
much more than a friend. 

Tomorrow you'll feel
confused and alone.
Yet you’ll be better
off, left on your own.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Cupid Shot My Girlfriend

Cupid shot my girlfriend.
He hit her in the head.
It must have been for love
she laid down and she bled.

It's almost been a year
since Cupid found my love
and being with her near
She smells from up above.

I never want to touch her.
I'm frightened of her look.
But still I remain faithful.
My love upon the hook.

I'd hoped we would have children
though now it's much too late.
I've talked to her about them
but she just lies in state.

I miss her perfect kisses.
Moistened, warm and wet.
Though wouldn't give one now
for fear of what I'd get.

I couldn't even hug her
if I was in the mood.
she's covered all in worms
all using her as food.

I say I love her often
and hopeful she will hear.
Though if she were to answer
would be my greatest fear.

She is my darling soul mate
cupid can't be wrong.
Through sickness and in health
and days becoming long.

So thanks I say to Cupid
for finding my true love
but if he'd spare an arrow
I'd love one with a shove.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2015

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Human Truth

Don't look at others from a high place
Is it a shame to be so humble?!
We all together one human race
So don't make others from you grumble 

Recall once you were in a dark cave
No one knew whoever you would be
On feeling hungry you used to crave
For mom's blood and she gave in glee

You were only a very small slave
Tied to your mom with a blood key
Supplying you with an affection pave
She was merciful, don't you agree?!

Then you came to life with a loud cry
And grew as a bud in a tree
You will pass as a cloud in the sky
And vanish like a bubble in rushing sea

You will sail as adrift leaf with days
That swiftly wave you ups or downs
You won't have rest in earthly ways
Unless you draw smiles not frowns

Remember you came to life to die
So make your life shine as a star
On your grave so beloved people will cry
Recalling who you were not who you are !

Copyright © sherif goda | Year Posted 2015

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For almost two years we sailed  
Over the Inspiration’s divine sea
Enjoying the sights of all beauties 
That poetry offered to you and me

Now the time has though arrived
For me some peace just to seek 
To relax, to ponder, to create 
Till sturdy storm becomes weak 

First, I would love so much to say 
To all my real friends a huge “Thank you”
For honoring my poems with their comments
And adorning them with their view 

Certainly all of you I will be missing,
Chiefly those with love in their heart 
For they are honest and devoted, 
Hard will be for me from them to part 

Farewell to all of you Poetrysoupers
Regardless if you loved or hated me 
For because of you I have written
Words that of some value might be.

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     18 APRIL 2014


 *If we wish, God our Lord, to spare our planet and us then
we have to give Him a hand!  

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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Saying Goodbye Was Hard

I dearly miss my friends at The Glen Where we spent eight very happy years Never realized how happy they were Each day was filled with good cheer Friends galore, lots of things to do It was our choice to join in or not Help was there, if we ever needed it The friendships were over the top The choice to sell up and move away Was certainly a difficult decision Financially things got overwhelming So the logical choice was written Truly wish we could have stayed forever But sadly it just wasn't in the cards I'll always remember all the good times Saying goodbye was oh so hard! <3 <3 <3 © Jack Ellison 2013

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013

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Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems

Copyright © Kristy Burgess | Year Posted 2013

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Grief greets sorrow this sad sad day;
Broken hearts feel the dry March air;
A taut hollow now comes our way;
A certain chill brings death to bear.

In the last light when sleep brought rest,
Your soul found ease in silence grim;
We mourn your flight to yonder quest;
So Rest In Peace with your sweet dreams.

We want to say how proud we are
That you were here to help us grow;
It's true to say you were our star;
You loved us dear in selfless show.

A people's man who served a cause;
Your death our loss beyond measure;
Your forged bold plans and stayed our course;
Flowers we toss to one treasured.

Farewell fits feel as we mourn and sigh;
No words can sum the impact here;
Will our hearts heal to bear new highs?
We feel shock numb with loss of cheer.

May your soul rest in higher spheres:
May you find joy in love's embrace;
Fly to a quest as twin flame cheers;
Bear love's employ in ample grace.

Here and there see your face brief;
Teary eyes spy man in the street;
Just everywhere your face floods grief;
Singapore cries as the times greet.

A nation mourns a patriot son,
Father figure who made us feel
Great and well-known in the long run;
Fact now triggers a dirge and will.

Leon Enriquez
25 March 2015

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

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The Country, Not the Fish

The time for departure has come,
Can you believe it?
It's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!

It'll be 25 hours worth of flying
And layovers... (I too question my sanity)
But what fun it will be
To defy gravity so effortlessly!

I've never flown before
So wish me the best of luck
I hope my debit gets accepted
Because I'm bringing digits not bucks!

My uncle, aunt and cousin will greet me
When I get there,
As I take it all in, at long last breathing,
That European air!

You're probably thinking geez, another rhyme!
What is it with this guy?
But you see I just recently purchased my ticket
So... bye bye!

I've been saving my money
A couple years for this!
So it's off to Wales I go,
The country, not the fish!

NOTE: I'm very happy to say that this is not fictional on my part. I'm actually going to the UK in none other than 5 days!! I'm very excited and wanted to let everyone know that I'll be on this trip for a good three and a half weeks (so I will not have a lot of time to get on P-Soup... but rest assured I have not left the site!)

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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For I Had Lied

Dada was everything to our youth
Our wide faculty was his help
Our recognition was his sooth
Nobody does it than his rep

Many youth he carried up there
Without seeking any penny
Many services he rendered
For free. All of which we did see 

He was not a king or a prince
Perhaps he was just a God sent
To his community, king and prince...
He begot not but was begot

Mindful of his predicament
But dare not showed it on earth
Till that Friday night he drove out
Of town and took to a scar oath

The next hour we heard he had died
And left us belated letter
"Don't cry for me, for I had lied.
...I'll die now before later"

*cry for...: Mourn


Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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I look beyond my haggard domain
Glorious in arrayed ideals and name
Seeing my toils decay into sad sighs
Living my life imprisoned by seasoned lies

Good luck some say never runs out
I flee before the armed flint of your shout
A bitter cry for battle and casualties
To heap our dreams with wild perplexities

O! why do you mourn my friends
Rejoice for all things good must truly end
Rejoice for a dusky change is at hand
To dry up the rivers of blood flowing in our land

I step aside for my quest for restive peace
As I survive the obsolete night of hopeful bliss
Beyond the clouds and high mountains that smile
Peace may reign over our land for this little while

Do not fear for the dawn brings sweet light
where all things good are alive and bright

Copyright © IFEANYI AJAGU | Year Posted 2015

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Play with the Cards You re Dealt

The second time we met, I call him Bob
Just call me Robert was what he replied
We shared model plane flying with the guys
And we all had fun, that can’t be denied 

There were words of wisdom, he spoke one day
He didn’t mix words, that’s just how he felt
He was already under Hospice care, when he said 
“You’ve got to Play with the Cards you’re Dealt”

A pilot during WW2 
His memory was sharp, his recall was clear 
He shared past history, during our visits
Occurrences from his Marine career

When those challenges of my life occur 
Should thoughts of ‘giving-up’ be sometimes felt 
That phrase that Robert said will come to mind
“You’ve got to Play with the Cards you’re Dealt”

Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2013

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October Fire

Dancing smoke
black as night
floats above flames
burning bright
twisting wind
spreads the fire
fueling life
to dark desire
the nights are dark
with moonless skies
shadows see all
with empty eyes
fallen leaves 
make trees bare
the flame still burns
but the heats not there
blazing touch
meets hearts of frost
the burn feels sweet 
but then it's lost
now hands of ash 
reach out once more 
for October Fire
as they did before

By Morgan Mise
Written April 25, 2012

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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Future Shock

Future Shock
Scheming together years ago, before the weekly executions,
dreaming of days we'd lift the fog of ignorance from the masses
and paradigms of stagnation shifted with cerebral solutions.
To no avail our heady course in theory only passes.

We knew the day, the hour, the minute how texts would be rewritten.
The generation of our spawn in classes they would read it.
History so enthralling, with learning would they be smitten.
Instead the propaganda beast so ravenous and we must feed it.

The old men while away their time with tales of a foiled coupe,
and students smile and avert their stare, it's better to be a number.
The One he loathes such minions who wish to think or do,
so all the day of arduous labor leads to fitful slumber.

Yes you and I, my loyal friend, matyrs in the making,
outwitting cowards that march us to the death of liberty.
But threats and greed lead to your word finally forsaken.
In brutal death at least my soul will wonder this world free.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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(Dedication: Memorial to LKY)

"Death comes in time to each man,
Dear memory transcends span."

Glimpse of familiar face
Gone to eternity,
Fond memory we trace
Frames immortality.

This much we all know:
We thank you gratefully
Though we did not know
You personally.

Our hearts feel sadness still
Where secret tears still flow,
Our loss finds deep reveal
No one can ever know.

Thus we do remember
How we got to now and here,
Our people now ponder
How to live purpose most dear.

So here we now forge anew
A bold Singapore story;
Fondly we remember you:
Etched our living legacy.

Leon Enriquez
21 March 2016

(Note: LKY are the initials for Lee Kuan Yew,
the founding prime minister of Singapore,
who died on 23 March 2015.)

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016

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Free from mortal constraints,
At peace with spirit form;
Rise beyond sad restraints
Exult in spirit norm;

Work is over at last,
Enjoy sure release from form;
Live now from body past,
Love returns that soul norm.

Deed from a thousand toils,
Impress this memorial;
Rich traditional soil
Gains from firm tutorial,

Exploits of seasons then.
Touch sought a better world,
Observe the landscape then.
Mind and heart caused a swirl:

Rich progress fits endow.
Whither blows the cold winds?
Extend the fate right now,
Yield bold effort and dream.

Note the harshness that breaks,
Apply the heart to drive;
Urge the people to take,
Keep the will to survive.

Expose true destiny,
Etch a grand harmony;
Love and life spur glory:
Opt true humanity.

Leon Enriquez
24 March 2015

Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2015

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Terror Within

Trying to make sense of senseless murders...

among the flock there seem to be
a few without remorse
they want their name for all to see
no matter what the course

so silently they await the day
they've planned down to the minute
misfortune soon has it's way
with the poor souls caught up in it

and families left to grieve alone
while a killer still remains
with empty eyes and face of stone
he most certainly is insane

but deep within his twisted mind
lies coherence with evil purpose
psychopaths aren't well-defined
yet another will surely surface

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.

Copyright © dani wil | Year Posted 2013

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Her Reluctant Farewell

I take one last look at your disappointed face
As one glistening tear slides down your cheek
But I no longer wish to stay in this place
A life of adventure I wish to seek

The romance we kindled must come to a close
Our relationship ends now that I’m to depart
I do wish that this breakup were not so morose
Only I have committed that my life shall restart

As you look at me from the balcony above
And I at you from the street below
I bless you with my everlasting love
Adieu, my dear for now I must go.

Copyright © Savannah Rose Harper | Year Posted 2010

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Letter to my Ex

Love, is it possible?
when heart is unable
to speak and to feel
whether us is for real

Trust, faith were torn apart
left me behind, so dark
is it my fault or yours?
blame myself, yes of course

I cannot give you all
dream house, cars, can't afford
Home is enough to live
Walk together indeed

I can't buy jewelry
'cause I gain less money
Wish you understand me
this is reality

Free my heart from hatred
He's the one you've chosen
handsome, and no doubt, rich!
I am down, and low pitch

Hope that he will love you
I don't want you to sob
although my wealth is few
but you felt true love

Be happy and be still
live your whole life with him!
and continue our dreams
That's the last I can give

Lost, but finding my way
got a few words to say
I love you and goodbye
keep this letter. . don't cry . .

Copyright © Jeriel del Rosario | Year Posted 2014

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Farewell, Sweet Summer

Farewell, Sweet Summer!

Autumn near, flowers bent towards the sun
Almost prostrating themselves-so distressing 
Like beggars clutching at Jesus, craving the One
Sunbeams turn their backs without even a blessing

So the brightest star pulls away, off somewhere else
It’s got other appointments to keep
In the distance toll the old mission bells
Like a dirge, and the whole garden weeps

Alas, summer is dying, sucking its last muggy breaths
As crickets scrich their sharp taunting jeers
Not many seem saddened at all by this death
And for this passing mourners won’t raise a bier

Autumn is born, its gestation complete
We excitedly awaited your cool advent
No longer stuck in thick, cloying heat
Gone is the summer of our hot discontent

Yes! Fall is born! Let’s give it a name!
It will spend its time blowing chilled breezes
Soon it will set the landscape aflame
As it whirls all the kaleidoscope leaves

Freed from arthritic twigged branches
As fingers release shiny gold coins
Nature’s allegro pirouette dancers
Auditioning for the autumnal Bolshoi

Others float gently through brisk afternoon air
Like large brilliant harvest snowflakes
Landing softly on a grassy blanket there
To wait defenseless, for the merciless rake

Copyright © Tess Norton | Year Posted 2014

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Sleepy Sasquatch

Sasquatch; please don't follow me.
Turn away; and go.
Take your shaggy hair away.
You frighten me:  you know.

Please don't growl about me,
stalking me so far.
Try to keep your distance.
I have no wish to spar.

Where have you come from?
Far; from in the bush?
Hiding from us humans:
eating swamp-like mush.

What has brought you out here
circling me from far?
Have I ticked you off,
or where your nestings are?

Here I come to shoot you.
I'll fill you full of lead.
And if it means I kill you
you'll be the proof as dead.

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
I didn't mean to shoot.
I'm sorry that I shot you
and filled you full of soot.

Only now; we know you're real.
Your body final proof.
And when they stuff and mount you
we'll growl at you and woof!

Wake-up sleepy Sasquatch.
Why won't you speak as proof?
Don't make us tease and taunt you.
It's not the same to spoof.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014