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Details | Rhyme |

I Love You

I looked at you when we were young!
I saw a future of love and hope.
I looked at you ten years later,
our love and trust could always cope. 

I looked at you as twenty years past,
thinking then our love could not last... 

I walked away and then came back
to the love we once had...
Now eight years later time flies by,
we live, we love in times good and bad. 

I sit and look at you and imagine ten years from now...
Hoping, believing that time will keep our vow... 

To have and to hold until death us do part,
your hands, tenderness and love keeps my heart. 

Together we walk hand in hand,
forever bound to walk this land. 

To walk in love and faith and trust,
to have, to hold, our love a must... 

You were my love when first we met,
and will forever that is no bet... 

I love you my special friend and wife,
I always will, for the rest of my life...

I love you...

Your husband...

Copyright © Pernell Rodocker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Happy Dress

It’s a mother-in-law’s right, her prerogative 
To ‘drop in’ on her son almost any time,
But a mother-in-law should always be prepared
For almost anything she may find.

So, Mother Cready dropped in unannounced;
But as she approached her son’s front door,
Suddenly it opened.  “Ta Da!  Do you like my happy dress?”
His young wife stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

“Oh, my word!” Mother Cready exclaimed with surprise.
“Why are you naked?  Are you insane?”
Just as surprised, the young wife pulled her inside.
“Please, Mother Cready…if you’ll just let me explain.

You see, when Mac has had a rough day,
When he’s been under a lot of stress,
Sometimes I meet him at the door
With a smile and a kiss in my happy dress.

It always relaxes him and makes him happy,
Then he makes me very happy too.
It works for Mac and me, Mother Cready;
Maybe it would work for you.”

“We’re too old for such.” scoffed Mother Cready.
“Perhaps if we were young like the two of you.”
But, on her way home, she decided
She was definitely going to try it too.

So, she bathed and put on some nice perfume,
Fixed her make-up and her hair.
She was thinking some very sexy thoughts,
But she had to hurry…no time to spare.

She heard her husband’s car in the driveway;
And as he approached their front door,
She threw it open.  “Ta Da! Do you like my happy dress?"
She stood there in her ‘all in all’…nothing more.

She saw a little grimace cross his face,
But that was not the worst.
Then he said, “I appreciate your happy dress, my dear;
But maybe you should have ironed it first.”


“Well…your ‘happy dress’ could use some ironing;
But my birthday suit could use some starch.”
He kissed her. “Bet you and I can work it out.”;
And off to bed they marched.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

A Cave Man Day

            A Cave Man Day

One day long ago a cave man slept uncomfortably
The brutal sun, good for nothing, woke him up abruptly
Ants crawled all over his body and began to bite
He ate every one of them one by one
Using his fingers and his thumbs as utensils
There was no name for breakfast at the time
Or the creatures who ate his parents

Cave man was all alone and had a simple job
To find more food and stay alive
Fire had just been invented and utilized
This miracle he took with him everywhere
The other 2 gods were sun and water
Fire would be his favorite deity

The man was good at picking berries, consuming plants
All of this at great peril and certainly by chance
They could be poisonous or make him sick
All cave men had to do this to survive and take the risk
He used rocks and sharp ended sticks to take down pray
Skills taught to him by his dad before he died

Cave man was short, stout, mean, with green and jagged teeth
And made his way through Stone Age foliage
He had a bushy beard and scratched it
Wondered what he was looking at…  What was that?!
When he met a woman with long legs and tangled hair
She had nice features for a cave girl from that age

He took her by the hair and clubbed her on the head
Dated, copulated and married on the spot
What a lovely wedding day 
They moved into a cave


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.

Copyright © Karan Patade | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |

One Day

You will want to come back one day
Like the crashing of a waterfall
Hard yet soft at the same time
With variations in light
Swirling, reflecting off the water 

You will want to come back one day
Like a butterfly on a journey
Flying high, steadfast
Silhouetted by sunlight at dusk
Elegantly shinning

You will want to come back one day
Like a trees search for light
Extending it's branches directionally
Frantic to find the missing sun

You came back one day
Patina beautiful, aged gracefully
Like the floors in our home 
Beautifully antiqued like our lives

Copyright © Jules M. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Imagism |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Tropical Getaway

Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,             
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,              
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.           
Exactly what have we both been working for?
So many years lost from nine to five...              
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive.

I wanna find us some tropical getaway--        
Somewhere lost where the locals play;
With fishing boats and mango trees,                 
And spicy scents carried on the breeze.
I wanna find us some island Shangri-La—      
A quiet spot with no hoopla...
Some place where it’s easy to hide,                   
That can’t be found in a tourist guide. 

I wanna find us some tropical paradise             
Where nights are warm and folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies                
While monkeys play high in coconut trees 
We could lounge in that tropical paradise,         
As bonfires spark like fireflies;
Watch lovers dance while steel drums play        
Calypso tunes from dusk till day. 

I wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,               
Grown-up kids, and annoying jobs,
And swing in a hammock made for two—         
And snuggle close,  just me and you. 

Bamboo torches and starry skies       
Will be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’ll dance away each endless night,              
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight. 

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

2 Peas in a Pod

I thank God every morning we have met
for the fun we have doesn't have a price
and the love we have we'll never forget
we both love sweet and sour chicken with rice

It is true we are two peas in a pod
and we both know that life is never fair
and we don’t share the same belief of God
Having you in my life brought it some flair

I’m almost a decade older than you
I know now age does make a difference
I know my love for you is always true
Maybe someday we’ll have that picket fence

This is much more than a marriage my wife
This is the greatest adventure of life 

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Gold Picture Frame

The sun spills through the window’s pane
And settles upon a cherry wood cane.
And on that cane an old woman leans
As she stares out the window at trees of green.

Her mind drifts back to much younger days when
Her hair was blond from a summer's sun rays
She'd skip and sing as little girls do
When the days were long and skies were blue.

She smiles for a moment in spite of herself
and blows a kiss to the garden elf.
With a turn she shuffles toward her chair
Her days are spent most often there.

On a small wooden table by where she sits
Are cards and letters, old newspaper clips.
There’s a photo there too, young couple in love
He, in a dark suit, she, a white gown and gloves.

Her memory fades as dreams do at dawn
So few of are left, even fewer are strong.
Often she loses time and place,
in the mirror she doesn't always know the face.

It puzzles her now as she holds that gold frame
Who can they be, what is his name?
He looks like groom, and the young woman a bride
How handsome he is she thinks misty-eyed.

‘Hello my love’, a gentle kiss to her cheek.
She looks up from the photo but does not speak.
‘Our special day” he smiles and whispers to her
“The day that we wed, oh how happy we were”.

She takes a moment to let his words sink in
Another glance at the photo, the memory begins.
An evening in summer, the church was white
The violins played underneath star light.

“We married” she says and touches his face.
“We did” he replies, “You wore satin and lace.”
“We danced and we danced” has he takes her hand.
“Come dance with me now”, and helps her to stand.

He hums an odd tune no one else would know
Because he wrote it for her many years ago.
In each other’s arms they slowly sway
And in her mind she relives that day.

Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

My Mama and Papa

My Mama and my Papa. They're good and kind, pure and refined. 
Sixty-three years together, their loves become genuine.
Like sweet expressions of art; Papa a poem and Mama a song.
With me, they share their wisdom. I listen and see their words take wing.
This is their story, spoken through his poetry and sung through her song:
Once on destiny’s field, a confident Poem chanced an eloquent Song. 
By providence divine, the Jasmine intertwined with the Muscadine. 
A Ruff-neck blue-collar, beholden to a bride of serene waters. 
Two artists with a portrait in progress. Colored in Faith, in Trust, in Love.
One child comes. Another. Then two. Dressed in his rhyme, kept by her tune.
Four paved paths; scented with sweet Jasmine, bearing fruits of Muscadine’s.
Their children are raised and grand-baby’s grow. A harvest, good and kind.
Their past has become distant, but that love so genuine continues on.
It sails over waves of struggle. It conquers, even in the brutal storms. 
Through the trials, the Song acquired her virtue and the Poem gained his grit.
Like royalties of time, Crowned with gray hair and cloaked in old skin.
To open-eared youth, they offer insight and share their understanding.
His wisdom speaks thru weathered words. Her sweet song waters thirsty ears. 
Their portrait, is still being made. An aesthetic piece of art, valued thru time. 
Sixty-three-year journey; their bodies display age, but their spirits are primed.

Copyright © Jonah Guinn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Our Love Endures

Our Love is sure, as sure can be sure.
Our love is pure, as pure can be pure.
Our love matures as we mature.
Our love endures as we endure.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Triolet |


We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters
Having written since nine and ten
We went to a fortune teller
Marriage was her main prediction
We married with complete conviction
We went to a fortune teller
After we met through penfriend letters

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Will You Stand By Me

Darling will you stand by me
in all the days of our lives
in dark and glorious days ahead
will you be always at my side

When life will take its toll on me
and confines me to our bed
when I can no longer walk with pride
darling will you stand by me

When age has its mark upon my life
and I'd be more dependent on you
will you hold my hand so tenderly
like the way you used to do

I need to know and be assured
that you will always be with me
I can face the storms that life will bring
as long as you will stand by me

Contest:Stand By Me
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler

Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

as i grow older

the tree's grow taller than the sky,
then slowly as time goes by they die,
the people in my life i thought would stay forever,
but nothing lasted i just thought i was clever, 
my dreams evolved faster than i had ever imagined,
nobody seemed real anymore,
am i fake or are they,
am i real or are they, 
is this even real,
this life we live daily like a wheel,
why did you change,
why did you leave,
why did you promise me,
and then act like you dont know me,
why did you come in so pure and left so clean,
the disaster made me grow,
now i am like the sunshine with a glow,
i look at the horizon and i know i own it,
i know its mine,
i know i paid the fine,
i know i gave you everything like my life was on the line,
i changed i am older,
your words made me bolder,
my dreams made me colder,
as time goes on i will evolve more and more,
nothing will hurt me,
if they do they can leave out the back door,
as i grow older,
as i grow older,
my dreams become further and further,
the feeling of a broken shoulder.

Copyright © Iqmar Mustafa | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

When death do us part

If I go first
Don’t weep and reel
or let sorrow fill you.
Keep your tears.
place my picture on the mantel,
remember summers in the sun,
and smile.
Though I won’t see it
it’s comforting to me now
to know you’ll remember me
with joy.

If you go first
I will not cry.
I’ll be dry and dusty. 
like a forgotten room
in winter
I’ll keep your photograph
on the pillow
where your sleeping head should be
And dream of when
we were young and smooth
and love was all we knew.

Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |

What Makes Me Tick

Sun and Earth spinning, universes burning, inwardly yearning
Knowledge and learning, warmness in the darkness turning

Spirit and soul, love kept beside my bed in a bowl
A cold winters night and stove full of coal 

Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

Rhapsody In Gray

     Rhapsody In Gray

Last night,
my soul shamelessly spilled
its reservoir,
cascading into a dry riverbed…
thirsting waters of love long gone
with the misty winds of time.

In the moment,
we sailed teasing tides teeming
with primed ecstasy;
and what was once thought
a swan song sung
became a melodic rhapsody.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

In our future

I see her in my future/
Her smile still has that same smell/

Her wrinkled voice still shines in my darkness/
To the countless souls she’s granny/

She’s my baby/
To the world our love was greedy/

She’s nobody’s ancestor she’s breathing/
She’s my wife that’s why we look alike and kinky/

I see her in my future/
She still reminds me where i left my poetic underwear/

She’s my lady/
I see her in our future/

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


There's so many things about you I could say
But I'll keep it short and in a nice way
You took me from child into womanhood
Taught me things I doubt you really should
But unknowingly you taught me your game
Although I didn't really play it the same
I gave you your first and only son
A daughter later , wasn't that alot of fun
We've grown older over all all these years
We stayed in touch thru joys and tears
But that's just us and it's not a sin
Unlike your other ex's and women 
Was even dad to my oldest who wasn't your son
A father figure that's how we had begun
Well here's to you Jerry may we keep in touch
Not being able to hear your advice would be too much!

Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

The hazy moon

The hazy moon (In moments of glory)

You took my hand walking in the darkness together, 
And I saw Your tears shone 
When the hazy moon appeared from the clouds

Short Version

The hazy moon
shines tears of
a strong man

There is a husband who always loves and supports his wife. He seems strong, but his wife sees his tears when the hazy moon appears among the clouds.

Copyright © Felicia Jarvis | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

Endless Summer Love

Walking with the love of my life in light drizzle, hand in hand to breathe the fresh damp evening air, and view the late sunset's glare as the end of summer preludes with crickets' hymn and night birds sing that razed the fire trees last majestic bloom Amid the howling cur, not a care in the world, we share one heart for that is all we have and need, so richly blessed we found True love Though seasons change, as they surely will, when leaves shall fade and fall to icy white, well keep the warmth in each other's hand. Till the last twinkling moment, we let go, to walk ahead, and wait until once more hold hands, to walk in love on that endless summer day that never fades away

Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

My Judy

Beauty flows from her every caress
Elegance displayed
Soft skin exposes her feminine dress
A Queen made

Greater beauty now emanates
Her Flowing Hair
An artist can’t create
Her Motherly care

Thirty Years have past
Since our first drive
Even today my eyes cast
Together We are alive

One flesh we are
Love you near or afar

Copyright © Joseph Guth | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

There Was No Wrong

I once was eight
standing in sand.
I remember,
winds vibrations
across my cheeks.
My eyes watered.

I had mother,
I had father.
They had love.
If only, they 
knew it was for 
that brief moment.

It was a point,
there was no wrong.
No wrong in him,
no wrong in her,
no wrong in me,
no wrong in sand.

I remember,
I once was eight.
There was no shame.
No wrong in me,
no wrong in him,
no wrong in her.

My eyes water,
I once was eight.
No wrong in her,
no wrong in me,
no wrong in him.

I had father,
I had mother.
If only I
knew it was for
that brief moment,
I would stay eight.

I remember
when I was eight.
Love was in her,
love was in him,
love was in them,
there was no wrong.

Copyright © JP Armstrong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Just For Me

Everything has a beginning and an end
So drop the facade, we don't have time to watch everyone pretend
Here we are in college, partying day and night
We wake up in strange places, knowing it isn't right
Yet here we are, still being fake
We all know what we truly want, do we hide for our own sake?
Scared of what the future brings
We talk like we want the car and a shiny ring
Let's all agree to just be true
It just makes it easier for me and you
Let's paint a picture, of where we want to be
The start of our story, beginning with our own family tree
Here I am alone, but along comes Sally
I want something more, no time to dilly dally
We start to talk, we start to date
And somewhere along the way, I realize this was fate
I buy a ring, I want to propose
But I get so nervous, and on one knee it shows
Before I can finish, she utters one word
She quickly says "yes", is that really what I heard?
I stand on my feet, we kiss for what feels like an hour
Being around this woman, I feel like I have a super power
I feel like this is it, I am truly whole
I feel it in my bones, and in my very soul
So we get married, and a year goes by
Then something happens, my oh my
My wife comes to me in awe, an expression I can't explain
She looks so shocked, almost insane
She show me a little stick, it just shows a little plus
She says it's time, it's happened to us
We look forward to dressing our own child
A life so calm, but yet so wild
We all were children, till our children smiled
Something so innocent, something so new
And you have your significant other standing next to you
Two people, and now three
And years ago I thought I'd be living my life... Just for me

Copyright © Matthan Atherton | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

I took my wife to breakfast

                      I took my wife to breakfast   nearby two lovers
                      briefly nibbled on each others ears   we ate 

                      our pancakes and our sausages were sweet
                      as candy-apple lips and forgotten flowers

                      from the mornings of our youth
                      their ankles and their knees

                      caressed beneath the table-top
                      while the sugar in our coffee soon dissolved

                      I ate my food and made small talk
                      but wistfully my hearing strayed

                      the restaurant was good
                      where four lovers might have been

Copyright © hans devos | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Blue Daisy Bouquet

Blue Daisy Bouquet Back in the days of ‘62, she carried daisies that were blue, a blue bouquet to match her heart. Marriage wasn’t very smart. Both sets of parents did agree, married these two had to be. Dispensing all the guilt and shame, from a child with no last name. She was nineteen and still a child. Inside her bosom, dreams ran wild. Yet said she, “I will” that day, trembling behind a blue daisy bouquet. Aged hands hold an open book. In a lonely moment, she takes a look, to touch a petal, far from new from a bouquet of daisies, that were blue. Then a deep, strong voice fills the air, with heavy footsteps on the stair. "Mama, I came to see you today." Quickly she puts the blue petal away. 6/18/17

Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |



forty years of love
between the two
I ask him as she watches 
the television
is it the sex?
is it the money?
is it the cars?
is it the fact that you erased 
who you are to love 
and found purpose in the 
no, he says.
I listened to my heart 
and got everything.
I gave myself to her
and she returned herself
to me.
later that afternoon
I took a walk
I thought about all of the times 
I listened to my heart 
and never got anything.
I thought about all of the times
I gave myself to someone and
they gave themselves to 
someone else.
since I've bagged nothing but
cheaters, liars and the malign,
I realized this was pointless

as most of the females 
in my life had been.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Dying Trades

Dying Trades

The stone mason

he was old now
his hands unsteady.
The eyesight fading.
in winter he worked
inside his barn.
it could let the rheumatic
cool down to let him work
for an hour or more.
His grandfather had
apprenticed his father.
and he had apprenticed him.
and now his son was apprenticed.
The tools were the same.
no room for technology
Here only artisan skill.
The polished marble slab
was taking shape.
a headstone that
would stand proudly
in the cemetery.
like many of his others
that he had made
in over fifty years of his life.
it was almost finished
possibly the best work
he had ever done.
the N was the final letter
he tapped it with the iron
rounded chisel.
just hard enough
to create a perfect slant
in the marble.
her name a thing of beauty
His wife
he was careful to leave
space for his own name
below hers
his son would chisel that
when his time was called.
rubbing the marble to a high gloss
he whispered
see you soon my love

Copyright © Jude Kyrie | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |



At first, he, smells her sweet perfume, eyes curves,
long bashful lashes, smiling eyes, red lips.
He, falls so hard for her – unsteady nerves,
and moves to grasp the sun, the moon – he flips!

On knee - he bows, proposes on a whim.
He will find, life is hard – he screams, they clash.
Each storm, he tethers faults – the light grows dim,
but then he questions mind - has he been rash?

She’s so fun and he laughs at her smart joke,
adores the wrinkles on her face – they smile.
His heart beats strong, beneath his shattered cloak.
old man’d do all for her - his domicile.

He was drawn, at youth, to her beauty fair.
Autumn’s aged wisdom, breathes, of love’s affair.

~~	~~	~~	~~	~~	~~	~~	~~


Her muscled hero, working strong, and cute.
He lifts her high, with just one hand, in use.
With windswept hair, a toothy smile – to boot,
he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.

A ring of solid gold, at first they thrive.
Invasion of stiff habits -  trying, rude!
Aglow his balding head, his hair deprive!
She opens eyes,  asks self - why dost thou brood?

After all he is human, she proclaims.
He takes out trash, mows lawn, provides, is kind.
He’s always by my side, thus she reclaims.
He is the best! None better she will find.

And strength is found, in given years of life.
Blind eyes, love opens wide. She, smiles – his wife!

Two English Sonnets Contest/Sponsor – Mark Massey

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016