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Details | Free verse |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |


A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Return Of Your King

Reflections of imperfections have shown me a way that I can move mountains through my power of faith even though I can't see him I know he is real through the power of prayer and a Love that I feel It's growing inside me like a flower in bloom shall I reveal my powers or is it too soon I am reading the signs through my darkness I find a reason for belief in the light of mankind that I know shall overcome the greatest of odds the Love I seek amazes me especially through the flaws because now I am inspired through the hero's that bring my throne through the darkness on which I return on as your King.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ode |


Time is a great cure 
For what I'm not sure
Time is only for this minute
If you live another a cure is in it!

Life is time and living it is the cure
Working is the blood of being secure
Money, money, money needs no friend around
Good health is times only sound!

So,  P.S. My friends have the Time of your life!

The Silver Scribe

Copyright © R.Barry Love | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cinquain |

Cinquain One

Pursue celebrity
Across the sea,... stadium. And dread
For hints.

Just an attempt...

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |


Success never depends on
The way you dress or speak
What it demands for
Is your happiness at its peak!

It never comes to a person
Who thinks of himself to be the best
Life instead proves to him that
Over confidence has made him an unwanted pest

Success never chases the one who gets
The literal meaning of dedication
And the one ehose hardwork
Never takes a vacation

Burning the midnight oil
Is the first lesson for success
Hardwork is the only thing
Ehich does not harm
Even in excess

The second mantra to succeed
Is to build self confidence
But if built in over
Can prove to be an interferance

Following the four D's
Dedication discipline devotion determination
Will lead you best to dream completion
And will givevyou power
To overcome fear of tough competition

These mantras, if accomplished
Can cause you to succeed
But only if you don't let
Pride to breed
This will destrot your future with a thrive
And may cause you to strive

Otherwise, noone can block your way
Even oroblrms will tend to stay away!!

Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Dead City

Calculations of grief take stock in the supermarket pavement
midnight streets first impression to the concrete placement
black recycled oil stains painting with wires tired and lazy
contained by the curves a labyrinth never ceasing to amaze me
lights like traffic dividing and conquering political geometry
Swamping gutters that clutter to find thicker narrow cholesterol flow
her chambers revolving inconsistent choking the pollution control
grinding and teething on the construction houses like shallow holes
where the ghost engage in masquerades of timeless music searching for a soul
I once was a member of the census proudly standing above the cellars below
now I cringe hidden in the chimneys  industrial disaster of the acid bath
Our hearts no longer echo off the gravity now rusted by the aftermath
tomorrow I know how sad ill look back at the present auctioned  to the past
I could of done better had I convinced my heart sooner than last
But like lovers who waited too long in the snow I over endulged arrogantly masked
Defeated and broken by the machines of the cold driven under by the murderous frost
In a dead city buried alive haunting  progress unforgiven like always and completely lost

Copyright © Matthew Lang | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Little Green People's Work Is Never Done

          Little Green People’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls on little green people, to work, to continue
As everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate comatose leader 
Normal people rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move along the traces of old age 
And breaks the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on little green people for anything
They work for nothing.  They work for free
They cut trees down in forest with their teeth 
Place them into piles for safe keeping
And by the way
Arrive from outer space from other planets to take our place
Little green people take our jobs
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired 
They must line up to be deported as per orders
You can’t count on little green people 
Without proper documents
It is illegal 
They never sleep but hang out inside of freezers
Or cold, in wooden boxes, toxic beyond their borders
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Pretend to weep, pretend they don’t have matches
Call it an accident as they move from house to house
No one keeps the peace and secrets like little green people
You can count on that
They press their little green suits with tiny irons
And eat their greens.  They even kiss your feet
Some pray for peace in churches
Just like the rest of us
Little green people will never move back home 
Work is finished there
Their suns burnt out
But other work still needs to be completed
It continues on the foreign dawn

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Gold Leaf

            Gold Leaf

Gold leaf frescoes on a church wall are very lovely
Saints and angels on display at a pretty price
Just outside, mold takes over, clings to surfaces, settles
Poor people float inside like famished spirits
Transformed with tarnished shoes and souls 
They see the glow of heaven at their heels
Marbled floors and altered states of grace
Collection baskets fly by, gobble up dollars
More gold leaf is needed
Walls must be fed
Outside mold clings and grows
Ivy also, on the ancient structure, very pretty
Gold leaf comes at a glowing cost
Lovely frescoes, angels and a cross 
The priest promises to feed the congregation
Perhaps next season 
Hunger must wait, we understand 
More money is needed immediately
Gold leaf angels are more than mysteries
They are financial emergencies, for gold leaf frescoes 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Sheep's Work Is Never Done

            Sheep’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls after sheep in morning to continue
Everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate coma for awhile 
People rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move the traces of age around
And break the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on sheep for anything
They cut wood down in forest 
Place it into piles
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired 
They line up to be deported
You can’t count on sheep when sleeping either 
They wake up freezing cold in wooden homes
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Weep with matches hidden in the wool
Call it an accident
No one keeps the peace and secrets like death and sheep
You can count on that
Death takes everyone with it, with or without their visa
Sheep move back to their own countries 
Work is never done there either, but
To be continued

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |


Human way to just dictate
Robotics way to translate
Technology being a relay
No physical office workers to be there
Robotics will be the new twist
This is something no one will miss
Efficiency faster than human labor
Dictation will be more of a snap
There will be even time to research a destination map
Business letters electronically typed by using your voice
How the business letters are arranged being your choice
Imagine financial statements being precise to the T
Everything ready for presentation for all to see
Human speed won’t be needed anymore
Labor physical employees will be given the open door
Office automation being office technology of tomorrow
But to the human employee force meaning sorrow
Technology being on the move
Efficiency in precise and decisions in never have to think twice.

Copyright © ANTHONY BLAKE | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |




Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

The Pool

Sooner or later we all come to the same point in our life,
When we look purposefully into the pool,
To study the ripples, we have made in our lifetime
And to relive the key moments,
Where things could have gone either way for us,
The moments that leave notes that will turn sour or retain their purity.

We would do well before we reach that point,
To take note of what those who reach the pool before us,
Are extracting in the way of regrets or high-fives.
Before all our key moments have come to pass,
With enable editing no longer an option on our file.

I have stood beside one or two who have made it to the pool before me,
Even held the hands of a few.
An experience I will never regret,
Though I came away with notes I did not expect,
On a common theme that stirred up ripples in my own part of the pool.

Who would have thought that in both regrets and high-fives?
That University life would feature to such a degree
And that one University above all others is linked to so many key moments.
I am still pondering on that.

Maybe if more of you stand beside those already at the pool
And tell me what you have seen and heard,
To give me more of a guide on how to up my grades in the University of life,
Before my final exam.

Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |

Ambition Broken

We make up our minds and fight so hard to be who we want to be. We play the games and take our parts and change reality. When finally we've reached the point where we are who we admire, we look back at what we are and all we are is tired.

Copyright © terri stiles | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

Space Age

The mystic lips of the moon
Propelled man to races
Sucked...lost...ended dust
In the silence of darkness

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Time Clock

Time clock

We all have a clock
Its not set at the same time
Only god knows when the clock should move

It may not be your time to move forward 
It may not be your time for a job promotion 
It may not be your time to have a baby
It may not be your to fall in love
It may not be your time to buy a house

Whatever it is and its not happaning right now
It may not be your time.
Just hold on and your time will come
It may not be right now
It may not be tomarrow
It may be a year from now
Just be patient your time will come
And it will be 100 percent better.
Only time will tell.

Valerie Rose 
#time #clock

Copyright © Holly Moore | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Remembering the Glory Days

To lie in all my golden glory,
My former branch left bare;
I remember my crisp and fresh green unfolding
Into delighting you, serving you,
With my shade and perfume.
And through the black green year of blue shadow,
And devotion when you loved my doing as you bid.
Before heartlessly you let go and I spiraled 
Drifting, drifting, landing and now
I lie here in all my golden glory,

Longing for those useful days.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017