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Details | Lyric |

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012


Details | ABC |

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez | 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 | Ballade |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
money, 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
creativity,
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 
hop.

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
synchronously.
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
ignited.
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
meet.
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
dame.
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
dress, 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
leather.
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

The Apple PASTURE

DONE



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.



                                               Jay

Copyright © JAY JOHNSON | Year Posted 2011

Details | Burlesque |

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Copyright © Albert Shakespeare | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

A Piece Of Me That Stays

To Isoboye Danagogo

Song about you reminds me of Africa
you are an embodiment of African culture
Look into your palms and see the route
of our lives cemented by love...
A piece of me is in you
and a piece of you is in me;
a piece which clamour for greatness
At the cross road where love lines
crossed path, we built bricks of friendship
Remember, the meatless meal we shared 
We coloured our first broken Alphabets
We shared yesterday parrotting the national anthem
which is the symbol of our unity
We sang and clapped together among the congregation,
living in a world of guilty innocence because
we committed so many childish acts
I harbour you in my heart,
hope you do same too talking through poetry
in the piece of me that stays in you.

©John Chizoba Vincent
For Boy Of Tomorrow.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Dilly Ducks birthday

Once there was a little duck
They called him Silly Dilly
He waddled here, he waddled there
He had a friend named Willy

One day it was the birthday of
That silly Dilly duck
He'd always wanted a brand new pen
And today he had some luck

Folk built for him a band new pen
And when he saw it there
He danced around with his friend Willy
And joy was everywhere

They had a party for our duck
And so much food was had
Balloons were hanging all around
And everyone was glad

They all had such a lovely time
Our duck was filled with glee
He loved that little pen they'd built
A happy duck was he

Copyright © Vera Duggan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Hey little horn,where are you born

Hey little horn, where are you born?

Hey little horn,
where are you born?
Hey, little unicorn,
do you eat corn?
I'm a narwhal and want a treat
do remember I can't stand too much heat
I am very sweet and clear
and I don't fear                
BECAUSE I AM A NARWHAL the great

Copyright © Manasvini Kolavennu | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Have you ever heard alouette

Sound poem.

Have you ever been to a party?
Do you listen to its sounds?
The sound of children's laughter 
Ringing through the house, the sound of the meat 
sizzling on the BBQ,the thumping thud of children
Running,the chatter of parents talking,the crackle
Of dry leaves being trampled

The ding of the doorbell
As more people arrive,the crinkle and tear of presents 
being opened, the bark of the dog playing with the children,
The sound of music echoing through the halls,the chirping of birds, 
the cry of a baby.
Do you hear what I hear?

                                                                                    
  

Copyright © Secrets inyoureyes | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

A walnut is waltzing with a willow tree today

a walnut waltzing with a willow tree
A molecule is neither a destitute mop without a bucket house. Nor is it a seven acre field that is very cold due to having no grass. Even the most prepared of ground is a haven for a gloved concrete whose acidic greedy greyness freezes the earth allowing for no breath from the ground. It is located between the purple mountain and hawks head valley. Where the hypotenuse causes a massive erosion and lesion in the wild vibrant landscape. Birds sigh at the chaos. Trees cry for their home. And the dark eyed mystics shaking rattles speak of prophesy that was spoken and handed through time through pictorial evidence, speech, story and song. Moving a large display of teapots in a shop is imperative to create a nice display for consumers. They might buy one so always make sure spouts are facing an easterly direction for this will ensure sales and sales are salivating selfish sea lions with suits. When placing the money. When digging for liquid gold. When leaning on graves. When balancing on a breadstick over a precipice. Exert no power. Exert no pollen. Exert no excretion. And always move to the sounds omitting from a nine mile moon in a cereal packet. Harnessed by wire but untamed. Pockets picketing players. And a nice big soup causing chaos at a roadside. Yachtsman yawning yay. And the gang members are swimming in tutus. Up the mountain down the mountain. Peeling the spoken steely grey suits. Lucid suits. Sinkhole weapons of underworld. Chat chat chat. And an operatic gold star warbling on a shelf or a door. Put into a cake tin then and bake at 800 degrees. Thus ensuring leverage is even. Events equalling extraction. Then boom boom boom. All gone fishing. Xxxxx formulations Z Z Z Z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Pocket Trash

I always have pocket trash
I have little pieces of trash in a mash
Once i put a chicken leg in there
And another time a moldy pear
I always have pocket trash
It sometimes is worth a little cash
My pocket trash always smells
Whenever i got some trash it never fails
It's like a small trash can
I'm the pockets biggest fan
Sometimes we go on dates
and there's those people that always hates
I always have pocket trash

Copyright © Trash Boat | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Seductive sediment

Cellotape a cornflake to a six inch singular cheese packet then swing under and over the metronome roundabout. And a coffee coloured synonymous character can be overlaid with biscuit coloured charm but lying down on an apple cake can be most advantageous in the winter season. Bloom then blink. Wrap then warm. Wow. Now watch out please and do not skid on a skating path. Ok. Do you understand that a ground is not a grin and a grin is not a gravel so jump three times singing alleeee allloooo allleeeee ok then. Oooh nice vocal touch there. Very harmonising. I shall try something else now. Repeat after me. Porkus porkus porkus peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooo oooooooooooooo then aaaaaaa eeeeeelay eeeeeeluuuuu elllllaaaaaaaaaaa. Great that sounded good and now we should have alerted that blade of grass over there. Look. That it is time to grow. Ha. Fantastic. It is so pleased by our harmonics that it is taunting the garden tools. Un unified is a unnecessary undignified angle in whorls of self dignified aspects. Glow then. Feast not a fracked out field of polluted ingested soil. Eradicate this in a compost heap. Composure is neither costly nor counterfeit. But a oneness with a cooker is very useful when twirling a twig in a bush.so don't clean a fridge with a dirty fridge magnet. Instead use a very large long embroidered cloth. Cattle fish cuttlefish in a heap then. No ha. Jumping baked bean yes ha ha. And eleven acres of fortified wine can bloom in a bacon organised cellular tart structure. Hahaha now eat a blamange under a blanket. Hahaha weaponry whipped cream cantering. Todays bulletin brought to you by p Y Q at %unknown. Xxxxx phosphorescence z and polishing a glove is about as important as riding around and around a left handed triangle on a three wheeled bike backwards carrying nineteen turtle doves, a dice set and a carton of the most exquisitely tasting papaya root. Ha ha true. Sediment.

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

the news today

The News Today 
Louvre in Paris has closed its door the staffs stand 
on the steps and sing the national anthem they have 
no lifeboats and can`t stop Louvre being filled with
the art of debris, cleaning up will be a headache 
what is art and what is rubbish.
Meanwhile, 80 million rats have sought higher ground 
occupying rich people’s homes sleeping and eating silk 
sheets and Foie gras get drunk and aggressive on rare 
wine and defecating on Persian carpets  

Also in the news, a boy in Japan has been dancing with
bears and eating their blueberry jam.
The boy says he will be a zookeeper when he grows up 
to put his parents in a cage. The rest of the news is boring 
the routine stuff about useless wars on sand dunes

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Spring

The snow patches are seen
They are spread out everywhere
I see the brown grass that has appears
All buds on the trees ready to grow
Everything is being reborn again
This is a welcomesite to see

All the birds that flew away
Have returned from the south
Home once again rebuilding nests
For the little ones to nestle in
And they will soon be born
In the early morning dawn

The mother bird will fly
Searching for their food
Filling their bellies full Then they will sleep
To be hungry in the dawn
Chirpy loudly to be fed

That is the sign of Spring
All the birds are singing songs
It happens at the crack of dawn
What a joyu it is to hear
It is music to my ears
To the songs of all the birds
To listen to the songs of birds

Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

B25-POEM 24 WHAT IS LOVE J

POEM 24 WHAT IS LOVE 



WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A NEVER ENDING SUMMER.

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A TROPICAL FOREST IN THE TUNDRA. 

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A HEALTHY OBSESSION. 

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE SNOW FALL IN THE SUMMER. 





MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 

Copyright © Jerry Wells | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

since

SINCE

SINCE I WAS
SINCE I AM
SINCE I HAVE BECOME
AND YET SINCE I AM
SINCE I JOINED
SINCE I SAW
SINCE I HEARD
AND SINCE THEN....
SINCE THEN...
SINCE THEN I AM
I AM WHAT I AM
WHO I AM
AND SINCE...
SINCE THEN..
I BECAME A CHOICE
SINCE THEN 
I BECAME A WINNER

SINCE THEN....
I WAS AN AM
AND I AM STILL
AN AM....
SINCE THEN
SINCE THEN.....

Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

An octagonal Oh is often a yearly yawn pattern but not a trend

You cannot shift a mower with a motionless stance but a stance is not a stanza nor a stem so never put fifteen flowers, blades of grass, and a sweater together in the washing basket. And a shard a second is a sword that is entrusted to overlordship who's antics please only those that wound, scar and cause misery. It is wise then to put umbrellas over beds for the water will rise up in mass protest and sheer indignation too for the treatment of tailored hands is the testament for tomorrow. And now it is the morning and the verses are sung. Yes sung. Not hung. And a sleepy little blackbird is not in a four foot cage. Ok then. Now to write a thousand word essay on a grain of sand meeting a ten cubic measurement of concrete. Cloves are very very popular at a welcome game of croquet. For the many silver flies enjoy the power of the balls. Fascinating isn't it? That a silver tongued fish with a dramatic energy can sway snakes to a portion of global globules. But a lobe loping is a lecture leech. And a musician making money is magnificent. When all is quiet listen intently for the fall of a dust particle. Landing learning leaving lecherous leftovers. And a single spray from a carnation is a cake calibration in first gear. So heard by all. Wow. Good work for the drivers. And a massive score of an ever circling zero in a swoop dive over the diversity of the oceans waving plastic around. No ha no x no z. Monopodium
Well welcome to NOTHING..............................O

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

2

A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves. Harp no more sang to a lute at a castle. For harp was too busy restringing and replacing for often strands should be sitting in a neat formation so never whirl around whilst sewing, knitting or braiding a horse's tail. Especially not in a typhoon for a typhoon is often a tycoon and tycoons are really toucans in very smart hats. Now audiences singing to nova scotia are often in great voice. But voicemail from a silky seagull is neither rushed, accented or delivered at the correct time. Drink no cup of mildewed coffee omitting from the horns of a bull. Horns of bull should only be shown on humpback whale variety shows. But not in showers of rain. Trains taking turns tinkling tantrums. And a wide variety of beaks, snouts, and hooves meet with many paws but not in a zoo or a circus for these places are now closed due to a booooom from a book. State no stench and stick no stink. It is the mass availability of a wire that moves the grid into a pineapple formation. Wow. Legs arms and torsos make fairytales in a large luxury room but the rhombic pentameter is waiting in the wings in the theatre to perform a dance. 656 eagles plus 800, 000, 000, bison arriving with a horse, a rhinoceros and a little pickled gherkin in a suit. Fascia fashions fantastic fake frogs. But a pill on a hill is not a pillow nor a pillowcase nor is it a ten thousand kilometre pillar. Rather great to watch the auras of apples spinning over the grass being chased by the caterpillars and huge crowd of pigs. Erogenous earwigs eating everything. Haha pile the plates and dance. Haha silicon tango opera. Hahaha left wing tight wing flap flap flap. Cluck. And a click in a clock is a clock tower chatting. Xxxxx institutionalism Z Z Z Z

Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

no more happy

You make me say
really bad things
you push me
to where i don't want to be.

you won't consider
how i must feel
my words are still
no big deal.

you do what you want 
but questioned me
your not getting
anymore happy.

26-1-2016

Copyright © hayley webb-myers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Personification |

Comets

We come from the Kuiper belt,
Or from the Oort cloud,
We’re bodies of the solar system,
Guess who we’re?

If we’re short lived,
We come from beyond the Neptune’s orbit,
If we’re long lived,
We come from that spherical cloud.

We’re filled with ice,
And we’re so cold,
And when we pass the sun,
Our tail we show.

We wander here and there,
As we’re the child of our space home,
But we’re so selfish,
As we’re rarely visible to you.

Sometimes we’re visible before sunrise,
Or after sunset,
And you look at our tail an’ see,
Our beauty.

We’re icy,
We appear to be white,
Like white dust,
Or like white feathers.

But we’re so sorry,
We know that we hardly come to you,
But don’t mind that,
Because it’s our Nature!

Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

My Puppy

He is a ball of fur,
from head to toe

with small tiny eyes
and a pudgy little nose

He is friendly , but barks at passing cars
running around as much as he can

Jumping on walls and into the van
there he goes my little Sam.

Copyright © helen boyle | Year Posted 2017

Details | Epic |

To my daughter Sabrina

To try through pain for survival 
To dry river banks of my eyes, 
Being broke no joke was a yoke, 
Until your birth spoke of hope. 
So of you I forged how to cope.

Happy birthdate my engine heart 
One my blood could virtually art. 
I've been weak until 1st of October, 
Of all fears October made me sober.

May you be the best among the rest 
Of all obstacles you face as a test.

Copyright © Lunga Mokoena | Year Posted 2017

Details | ABC |

Heaven and flower garden

This heaven and that flower garden.
Both are incomparable.
It seems like one pe flower 
One tailed stars thousand.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

Details | Blank verse |

reflection in a phial

Reflection in a Phial 

I look at my hands they are brown as a farmer`s, this pleases me,
although, I have no land to plough, a tractor or a mule,
a workman`s sturdy hand; all socialists should have hands that
have harvested potatoes or carrots.
I flex my muscles of my upper arms, see a faint movement
like a mouse moving under thawing spring snow.
Glorious vanity I used to do hundred press- ups, a day in the hope
to look strong and furious. I think of sex sadly I wasn`t any good
at it, after the act, I looked for a book to read.
The squalid side of life has always mystified me, why does 
a person chooses a path that leads moral disgrace and ruin?
I have always been lazy, strenuous effort will not touch me,
 but I would like to pull up a few more carrots 

Copyright © jan hansen | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

When he hurt my heart

When he hurt my heart, 
from whom I had loved,
Than I drank ,cup of sorrow.

When he made fun of me,
Which one did I believe?
Then I hate the stage her,
Which every second I done,

When he told me to go away,
Whom I love instead of god,
Then I did the stage of pains.
But I did not say anything to him.

When he forgot my love,
I had waited for that.
Then the earth slips beneath my feet,
But still I did not fall in.


Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017