Red rambling roses.
Pink parading pansies
Yellow yawning ylang ylang
Scarlet shining strawberries
Gorgeous growing gardenias
Beautiful bending bracken
Lovely lilting lilies
Attractive ambling agapanthus
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
The days seem to go by so fast. there is a void in the air, the birds have lost their vibrant beat, the ocean has lost its luster, the soil feels solid and dry.
My soul feels as if it has left my body before my death, my dreams haunt my day, the tears stain my steps, my doctor says that it is depression, I say that it is reality, I am intoxicated by society,I am numb by perscriptions.
Why do I feel so isolated within myself? is there no one in my painfully tight shoes? can anyone understand my pain? can anyone melt in my sorrows? why am I this way? why is the world so cruel? why can't I be normal?
Wait! I am normal, what am I saying, I know now, the veil has been lifted, humanity is my enemy, the sins that drip from their sweat, the dread that follows their shadows, their souls of black, their intentions of greed pull a shade across their eyes.
They are destined for doom, they will not be saved, they will not find salvation, they belittle me, they curse me, they shame me, but they are right about one thing, I am different, unlike them, I will be saved in the last days.
Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013
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Instigation not fun to see.
Nature's nourishing NECTAR needed
Surround sounds astounds naturally
Imagination imagery MAGICAL ecstasy
These are the tides that ATTRACT my attention
More poetry, arbitration prevents LITIGATION
CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHTEOUS affirmation
Wasted human nature
Three pointer shots in the last seconds of
These are the situations that make me
Believe what ever will be will be
The sick the healthy
The convicted WRETCHED the corrected
The movers shakers the claim stakers
The rich the poor
Side by side
Tempestuous tempting tides
STRIDE after stride
Opposite dreams at the ROOT of the NECTAR TREE
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015
CHASING THE DREAM
Sahara like breeze blows Nubian melodies
serenading warm ebony loins. Nile River
ecstasy birth beautiful bronze broods
in the spaces left by wandering time.
Truth etches freedom threading
between the banks of reality;
in the shadows of Moses
the glimpse from the mountain top reflects
fleeing visions of the drummer’s dream deferred.
The morning comes: a new day begins.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
Feels like the end
Scrambling a surety for a bend
Will turn to a trend
Never could feel for pay
But be a bit Daniel Day
With marilyn's kiss each day
All satisfied even just in a bay
Dreaming away peeling
But this feeling
Once like aubrey
Other brought comforting as a
Confident but yet
En route so hot
But worthy as believed
Copyright © Basiru Alumbugu | Year Posted 2013
I dream a kind of world;
where prevails peace and love.
I dream ...
Where nature lives own life
and the human being, own.
No way the flowers wither,
no way the creatures moan.
Springs sing all the ways,
on the trees; chirping birds.
I dream ...
The creatures live for love
no one hurts the other.
No one face the distress
and no one shades tears.
No one lives beggarly,
suffers hunger and thirst.
I dream ...
There's no war or battle,
no arms and ammunitions.
There should not be reason
to have the sort of prison.
To quench their selfish craves
no one shades the blood.
I dream ...
There we have bright days,
happy people with self respect.
Their needs are fulfilled
according to choice of taste.
Every home is filled joy,
illuminating rays of hopes.
I dream ...
Sun gives the warmth to all,
and moon, the soothing rays.
Flowers make aromatic and
shining stars embellish ways.
Everyone is blessed by God
and everyone feels cared.
I dream ...
Vanished acts of immorality,
no one commits the sin.
Everyone goes righteous,
bear the holy souls, within.
Everyone feels in the paradise
they have got their abode.
I dream ...
(C) S. D. Tiwari
Copyright © S.D. Tiwari | Year Posted 2015
FROM DREAMS OF DREAMS OF THE SEA AND ME
(FOR TONI M.)
Standing, staring seaward,
Sore eyes see the horizon resting content
On the frothing pillows of the beaconing sea;
Here I stand consumed in the web
Of lingering thoughts spun from dreams of dreams
Somehow always dreaming back to me:
Drifting dreams deferred.
The sun peeks out under shades of clouds reflecting
Sable apparitions: Beautiful blackbirds’ breasts
Gleam with ebony luster:
Sweet silent stares shatter.
The chilled ocean breeze conjures
Whispering echoes of screams:
Ancestral moans and groans echo
From the bowels of sunken ships;
Staring seaward, stepping sand
Backwards, I leave fading footprints.
The echoes follow.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 9
Hope and faith for The masses
Recreation of. Liberty and freedom
Long life and prosperity in future
Smiling birds with songs of Praises
Clothed children with Assured future.
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 10
Freedom of the Press as a watchdog
Freedom of speech and freedom after speech
Freedom of movement to recreate and renew
Freedom among the poor and The voiceless
Freedom of choice and peace for all
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 11
Power supply And good atmosphere
Table for all, love and unity
Unity in cultural Diversity
World class citizen, world class Nation
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 12
Faithfulness among the leaders
Drive to maintain harmony
To satisfy the masses of their quest for goodness
Humbleness not as crafty as the fox.
There we climb Above the ground
To recreate excellent spirit of the tradition.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015
When wise winds whispered
touched the tall tree tops,
branches opened like arms
to welcome the silent snow.
Night was all dark and grey,
moon buried in loneliness,
rugged roads remained restless,
while wild winds whipped.
In the night's silence I slipped
into a dream where you amazed
me with a sensuous sweet song
and secretly soothed my soul.
March 2, 2016
Night Silence - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016
A heated rush,
Pink tinted flush,
Reflection as is,
An insights quiz.
Who art thou,
Hand across thy chest,
A promised test.
Channels to choose,
Casting unforgettable news,
Rose pedals fled.
As the dreamer recieves,
Their reaction achieves.
It takes a dream to make a dream possible.
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013
Snowflakes smoothly slipping
From the shiny,soft and silky sky
Swaying silently and skillfully
so spectacular swirling
Copyright © Pattapol Somprasong | Year Posted 2013
Ahead of the game,
Shown by evidence,
Body filled; tense.
I'm clear of doubt,
The rippled sheer.
Unraveling down West,
Opening up; tall,
Best of the best,
If I can't walk, I'll crawl.
There's intense steam,
Common ground; team,
Haters will hit;but choke.
Phrases by action,
My hand flow,
High to low.
Artistic up front,
Surveying for you,
Messages to hunt,
Head of the crew.
Unwind to heal,
Natural mind at work,
Beauty to kneel,
Intentions to merk.
Tinkering my brain,
On paper to strain.
I shall generate,
The emphasis expectations,
Stirring up bate,
Hear my unique creations.
Copyright © Stacey Behal | Year Posted 2013
I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better.
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.
Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012
(Dedication: For Tim Smith, my PoetrySoup buddy)
Sun steers shadow
Moon mimes mellow
Firm faith follows
Day dons deep daze
Hurl hollow haze
Mist meets mind maze
Describe dream dance
Passion's plush prance
Chasing charm's chance
Curves charm clear choice
Play plots prime poise
Next norm now noise
Time transits trip
Life loiters leap
Soon season sleeps
Make motives meet
Start story sweet
Touch tender treat
Be bold belief
Rest ripe relief
Glimpse gloomy grief
Pain paves pathway
Cheer calms cold clay
Deuce detains day
Death deals dire deed
Nurture notes need
Flesh finds fine feed
20 Feb 2014
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
The taste of passion drips down a paintbrush,
Stroke after stroke with emotion in each drop.
A story told without words,
Is one to be ravished.
Can you feel it?
The change of heart within each pigment.
Fighting between love and hate,
Deciphering the symbols against a stigma.
Do not question creativity.
Question what makes you creative,
Then chase it.
Copyright © Evan Mattingly | Year Posted 2017
Dreams dashing in daring dragoon
People prancing in purple picturesque paintings
Tourist touring transubstanciating terrain
The world is not just an oyster
The world is my oyster
Like a sunrise in aix
Or a sunset in Florence
It connects my inwardness to the vast labryinthe of world consciousness
World capitals and ancient villas spread out before my soul
I am the dreamer who dreamed himself into his dream and loved it so much it became true.
Copyright © Phillipe Foucher | Year Posted 2015
Golden dream of my recreate heart,
alike sui juris chow coram craving character .
Lacquey unaccustomed grow dumb art,
endure canoodling for chronic creature.
Reimbursing my biotic lacunae part,
gotta exhibit usance's unblemished picture.
Copyright © Madan Mohan Upadhyay | Year Posted 2016
BLUE MOON TREES
whistles and wings
love to cling
to branch trampolines.
like humans, they hanker
for adventurous voyaging.
here’s where the story takes flight.
you see, they wade and wander,
into the genius greenery of central park,
that is on the Oasis ship - docked.
trees are silent at sea,
as little shuttles lift off,
as the vainglorious ship
departs port, and dark deepens.
lavishing love and holding hands,
wet whistles of whiskey and wine.
clapping and high-fiving wings,
in disbelief, of their uproarious adventure,
climb ever higher, as high as possible.
alight on the prime pinnacle
of their favorite trees, to fantasize.
one lone bird, closes his eagle eyes.
as the stars, billow away below,
he stretches his wings and soars,
at tremendous speed, a first bird
landing on the blue moon trees.
he preens himself proud. Evermore -
angels with wings, whistle and wish.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
I see myself first class relaxing in my own plane
Having my own estate walking with pride down my own lane
With fields and servants working on my plantation of sugarcane
Then all will bow to me even that silly boy in my class....Lexy Kane
My siblings are at it again, they just shouted "dream on!"
I wish i was a Sheiks first son
No siblings at all...OK to play with maybe just one
With maids and bodyguards till even after the sunlight is gone
Again they said it! "dream on!"
That i will definitely do
At some point,some place, possibly the zoo
I'll figure out a way
To ensure come what may
My dreams are realized
And my company will be prized
Important things discussed and spoken on
Instead of my sisters irritating "dream on!"
Copyright © Oluwatomisin Oyegoke | Year Posted 2011
I rise, I rise, on a redwood ride,
Pages dropping aflutter;
Clouds cloaking, angels singing
Filling the air with ethereal joy!
Through wings of winsome warblers, I rise,
Through showers of diamond drops, I rise,
On their way to dress diamond lakes.
No weight of worries, light and free.
The horizon hides and falls away;
Colors stripe as soft as a babe’s blanket;
Clouds cuddle against the cool night;
Woes of the world have taken flight.
Come with me on a redwood ride.
(While dozing on the deck.)
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...
Copyright © Michael Grugan | Year Posted 2007
Heart flutter hopes
like wind scattered leaves
tangled in dream twigs
By breezy adversity
Clinging and clutching to branches of memory
of yesterday's sunshine in torrents today
Glimmers so golden they flicker so faerie
As dream dazzled tears yet drip in dismay
Tempering splashes of minor discomfort
Mocking the mind games while three moves ahead
What will it matter when every thing's dead
Ride with the flow living the now
In a present so tense it's teaching you how
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
I feel that someday there is gonna be a change
A change of mind
A change of thought
A change for love
The voices in my head
Leaves me with no meaning
It tends to disconnect me
From the present
It calls me
It calls so hard
That I could hear them from the whispering
Of the ants on the ground.
I know for sure that this struggle,
This depression & poverty will soon be gone
And one morning
The sun will rise
In my abode.
Copyright © tonye george | Year Posted 2017
15 June 2017
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
You’re the god send,
You’re often lost in your own thoughts,
For something bigger.
Don’t have to be the leader,
but your often the one that’s sought
more often than not
you ask the question, what if it were true?
The appropriateness that truly, truly defines you
You long to get out of the darkness
And into the light
God of your dreams
God of your domain
the truth will set you free
Hope is all that remains
It's not literal movement
Only a state of mind
Subtle of the myth
The gods stood looking at the light
But not from the window
It’s the brightness of the night
To find that one inside
It’s a gift that you can’t buy
This is what belongs to me
This is where I fit in
We’re right they’re wrong
That’s the way it’s got to be
Make the most of the dream
Make the most of the night
Just because there’s darkness
Doesn’t mean there’s no light
It’s the ever changing longing
From here to where we go
Copyright © Gregory Horn | Year Posted 2007