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Details | Prose Poetry |

A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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 | Limerick |

Lucy's Goosey

There once was a gal named Lucy,
Who had a beloved pet goosey.
The goose learned to fly,
Which made Lucy cry,
Now there's no more Lucy's goosey.

For Blackeyed Susan's limerick contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Oh sea of love!
How bitter the mem'ries I have!
This place reminisce the pain
Of not seeing my love again.

Your birds up high
Remind me of his goodbye.
Your water so deep
Makes me yearn and weep.

So let your breeze blow,
And dry the tears that flow.
Let your waves take away
The griefs and sorrows that stay.

Oh sea of love!
Erase the mem'ries I have!
Wash them out of the blue,
Take them away with you.

Copyright © Flora Mae Gudez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Two Hearts full of Love

I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Senryu |

Lonely Girl

Lonely Girl
wrapped tight in brown cloak, flashing Mona Lisa eyes - lonely lioness

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |


Out of the dark, you'll hear my whistling,
this night bird searching out the heart of you,
who knows the song is you, and meant to sing,
and I, who feel your words, forever do.

In love am I, with all you'll ever be,
though you don't even count me as a friend,
I come and go, throughout your life, 'tis me,
you'll only know as steady, to your end.

This night bird knows the deep inside your breast,
your secrets never shared with anyone,
each tiny pain, you've thought to be a test,
each answer from each question--Life goes on.

         Out of the dark, you'll feel me spread my wings,
           In love with loving you, and what it brings.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Samantha's Tree

Samantha once scampered a tree
To see whatever she could see.
So far up did she boost
That an owl came to roost
On Sammy's precarious knee.

Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

The Garden

All day she watches, feeding on greed,
but she would not pick any of the flowers.
These are flowers that fly and all but sing.

For flight and honey, dazzled so in quest of sweetness.
A bird, one that gathers its wings
and flies higher and higher.

This lovely flower fell to seed.
Work gently sun and rain.

Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |


There live a girl, oh yes, a girl
Head so big with one thing
Intoxicated by every full moon
She likes the light from the moon's beam

Everyday she wanders, oh yes, she wanders
Downtown London, where she finds life in the streets
She waltzes down alleys, backdoor galleries
And practice losing her virginity

She stole away, oh yes, she stole away 
Like a thief in the night she borrows
Borrows the innocence of others
While lie the rest left in sorrow

There live a girl, oh yes, a girl
Who possess a trusting wink
One quick glance, trapping trance
Then she's in the wind before you blink.

Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Purposes Incomprehensible and Wonderful as These Purposes

Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask, I'm from Mars.
Orbiting your planet, admiring the girls.

Selecting poems by George Herbert to share
with Jesus believers on poetry sites
where we try to bring our lives into expressible states
before it's too late and climate change inundates us.

If you're just making lists it doesn't matter if your cysts
are malignant or benign. One day you're feeling fine
and the next not. We're pretty matter of fact about
the fact of death. Once you're gone most of us forget

your face and previous accomplishments. The place
you lived is repopulated with the next generation (of aliens)
and that ought to be a comfort, a sort of restful
certainty all is well, nothing special need be done.

Bluebirds are back, crows are mating on the sky
and chasing hawks away from their nests. Juncos
and sparrows glean together. I hear pileated woodpeckers
jackhammering and barred owls hooting soothingly.

Herons smoothing feathers and spearing fish.
Everything is as one would wish.
Numberless are the world's wonders
but none more wonderful than aliens.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Raven and the Girl

The Raven flies, and people duck under it’s presence, 
“If only the people could understand me, I’m not harmful.” 
The Raven wishes to express it’s feelings to them. 
“A place to go where I’m not feared would be wonderful.” 

The Raven flew and flew over every land, every forest, every mountain, 
But wherever he went, fear struck the hearts of mankind. 
The Raven couldn’t stand himself, he just wanted to die, 
“If there was one place I could find.” 

The Raven’s wish finally came true when he found a lonely little girl. 
“Young girl, are you an outcast like I?” 
To the Raven’s surprise, the girl could understand, 
“Yes, I wish I could just die.”

The Raven was sad for this girl, but also overjoyed, 
“Young girl, can I stay by your side?” 
The girl smiled and held him close, filling him with a new warmth, 
“ I would love that.” But life lied…

As the two grew older, more people in the land noticed,
“That woman talks to that Raven all the damn time, she must abide!” 
That day, the girl was burned at the stake, but she was not alone, 
For the Raven burned as well, they stayed by each other’s side. 

Copyright © Frisk Carris | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


In the elm outside my window, roosts a mysterious bird.
I listened as he squawked and fluttered. This is what I heard,
"If God had given you wings, would you fly away with me?"
To have wings and fly like a bird? What a gift that would be!

He perched on the window sill when I raised it to climb out.
"Your arms will turn into wings if you trust without a doubt."
I closed my eyes in anticipation and flapped my little arms.
My body started rising above the elm tree and then the farms.

"Oh  goodness!" I cried out to the bird, "I see so far and wide!"
I soared on wings over fields,  the mysterious bird at my side,
and when we passed a flock of geese, they honked in surprise.
What a spectacle I must seem to be, flying high up in the skies.

"Watch out!"  Too late did I see the reason for his warning, 
for right into a cloud I flew. It hadn't been there this morning.
I was lost inside the cottony layers and couldn't see a thing,
when suddenly I felt the gentle tap of the beautiful bird's wing.

"This way. Follow me, and please tell me, what's your name."
I told him it was Mamette, but all my friends just call me Mame.
I asked his name because I didn't want to call him 'bird' all day.
He flew around me in big circles before he told me it was Clay.

Clay and I flew all around the coutryside, creating quite a stir.
Sometimes we zoomed so high that everything became a blur.
You should've seen the faces of people who stared in disbelief
and I heard them shout at me, "That's Mame, oh good grief!"

We landed for a moment, but only for Clay to catch a worm,
he swallowed it and offered me one, but I could only squirm.
Into the sky we rose again. I wish this day would last forever!
I wanted to find a way to keep my wings, if I could be so clever.

Clay started flying faster and I followed his route as best I could.
"What's wrong?" I asked.  He said the weather didn't look good. 
Dark clouds were moving in.  I heard the roar of mighty thunder.
"Let's find a place to land," he said, "a roof we can stay dry under."

I was more than a little frightened of the lightning bolts that flashed,
so I told him I wanted to go home and then away I quickly dashed.
I spied my open window and flew in when raindrops began to fall.
Clay was not behind me so I put my head out of the window to call.

There he was, up in the elm, with a wing protecting another bird.
He whistled at me, nodded his head, and this is what I heard.
"Go back inside, dear little Mame. Don't you worry about me.
We'll fly the skies again some day when you feel like being free."

<>         <>        <>         <>        <>       <>         <>         <>

  January 26, 201 <>  Imagination Contest  <>  Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme royal |

Baby Girl

She's my baby sister,
although she's nearly forty years old
She's the youngest one of thirteen,
and I love her more than words told

She's a master communicator,
she's a skillful motivator
She's a teaching innovator
She help young minds
reach their potential,
to become greater and greater

She takes young people
and turn them into thinking phenoms
Here's to my baby sister with love,
for taking them from K1 to the senior prom

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were our parents last beloved child

Baby sis
Baby girl
You were the last sister born,
you were the girl with the golden smile
Baby sis
Baby girl
You were more than our parents last child,
you were a sacred vow kept by God
Reminding our family how
He still remains with us now

A tribute to my beloved sister Tiwanya

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Pastoral |


I saw a bird fall from the sky, I watched a grown man 

as sit on the corner with his only possessions left in his 

life as he cried…I meet a girl who had never seen a sun 

rise, because she was blind. I watched as a mother as 

she held her only son as he died, he had been the victim 

of a drive by. I meet a man who had lost both his legs 

because he had been hit by a drunk driver as he cross 

the street...every time he would think of it, he would 

grind his teeth. I meet a man who was once a Priest who 

had he lost his faith in God because of a thief…With all 

these things that I have seen, you would think or wonder 

how I could still believe that there is a God that cares? 

I stopped I paused as I started to think. The bird that fell 

from the sky, had baby birds that had just left the nest 

and that man on the corner was still alive and he could 

walk, the blind girl smelled things I could not see, the 

mother who lost her son, was now an advocate to stop 

violence on the street, the man who lost his legs could 

still think, the Priest was not dead and his faith was not 

suppose to be in man, but only in God… and we all seem to 

have forgot, God had not failed them but he was building 

them up, for each one them that had something taken from 

them, but they still had their life…all, but the bird…except 

for her baby birds that had just left the nest. God had not 

forgotten those people but it seems that they had forgotten him.

Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |



       Restless river winds.
       winnowing valley farmland.

       In Father's garden chickens squawk, squabble.
       Silver sunlight dances.

       Hens spurn gardens bounty,
       for girl in dusty pants,
       rattling evenings grain bowl.
       Prancing single file behind
       fowl feet indent narrow path.

       Wind rustles treetops.


Copyright © Eileen Bell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |


                                           A dollar

                                           Birds yellow
                                                  Tree of life
                                                      A painting


                                              Two brothers
                                                     Beautiful woman
                                                                War war

                                                 Blue eyes
                                                      Red boobs
                                                         Sky apples

                                                   Heaven dews
                                                            Silky grass
                                                                  Autumn girls

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

a girl lost

a girl lost

A girl lost in space and time
is often fond of love and rhyme
there is some fear some faith
she just don't want to be late
by the unknown that sustains
in the depth of her mind and inside
unravelling of tide that is quite high
comprised of thoughts and unexpressed 
which is like a story holding a lot
turning her mind and emotions into a dot
where the time is static 
motion of world is pathetic
she than finds solace in her loneliness
and a kind face is just like holiness
to her it is like expression from a stranger
that often ignites the spark of being alive
but the feeling takes a dive 
screwed by the realism of meanness
often accompanied by growing loss of hope
a touch of emotions soon act like dope
good enough to sustain and cope.

Copyright © anurag bansal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Diminished Hexaverse |

The Bird and The Moon

(Re old poems)

In the middle of a dream was I when, suddenly a sound, which I thought profound, woke me up at night.. Squinting my eyes, got up to sight, bluejay shrill on, my window sill; air wrapped in, a fine mist, it sparkled, like pearls, on moon- beams.. moon- dust shone through the window as glistening long white trail.. Down swooped the bird, looping cold rays, I fell under magical spell; Fumbled for my limbs, wibbly wobbly things; held fast on the bed, I was covered in fine silver cobwebs ... ~ Form : Diminishing and Advancing Hexaverse (3/20/12)

Copyright © gautami phookan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow

I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)

Copyright © Tyrone Johnston | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |

Dana Feeds The Hungry Ducks

Dana sits alone on the wooden dock 
she has fun throwing breadcrumbs  
to the hungry and excited ducks;
they rush to catch them in droves
so confident she won't hurt them unlike
the other naughty kids who throw rocks
scattering them through the big park...
and spreading their wings they croak.

Dana, try to keep those menacing boys away,
tell them not to hurt any of these cute ducklings;
they are very gentle and love to swim in small groups...
this blue lake is their home and they deserve to play.

To harm these creatures is like harming babies;
stand up and catch those stones, stop their pain;
in their kingdom they must be free as the others,
sing them your song and they will gladly refrain.

Dana, the more you feed them the more they come;
and racing, they splash water under your dangling feet;
they are your friends now, and this bond builds love...
something that delights even angels whenever you meet.

Written on 5/6/2016


Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

my girl

In this life partners come and go
But im pleased to say I have Jo
She has been there for me
Through thick and thin
If she hadn’t been there
Where would I have been

The love of a good lady like her
Theres nothing else I can compare
A real woman with a heart of gold
Im a lucky guy even if im old

Shes a legend with a real fight
But only for the things that are right
Im glad that im the one for her
Im her man and that’s a fact
This bloke here aint turning back

Josette Jo bird I love you so
Together our love will but grow
As tall as mountains and wide as the sea
Together forever you the world will see

As a couple we are so strong
Together is where we belong
I know a lot of people will doubt
But you know what hear me shout

I love you Josette  you are the best
So let them come and try and mess
Our humble home is full of love
And kindness, happiness a laughter
This is the beginning of our chapter

Until the day when we pass 
Our lives will be good 
As we kick ass


Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016

Details | Epic |

I Awake To Darkness (part 7)

I awake to the girl sleeping by my side
The clouds are everywhere within the blue sky
I wake the girl and her eyes open slow
As we stand her and I have no place to go
We start to walk and I begin to hear
A message being whispered, the end you will fear
I grip the girls hand and then we start to walk
Then the spirits enter my mind and they begin to talk
I try to ignore what they say and something catches my eye
Leaving the ground to the air a sparrow begins to fly
The sparrow can talk and it calls out my name
This treacherous bird seems to be very tame
It perches on the branch of a locust tree
Asking us both if we want to be free
We agree with the bird and nod our heads
Everything goes black and we wonder if we're dead
Our boundaries brighten the surrounding land
We both are standing on ground covered in sand
The spirits tell me that I'm still a fool
I respond quickly this is my mind and here I rule
Their whispering voices fade away
I check on the girl and she seems to be okay
We both lay down right next to each other
We hold hands and look to the water
Now is my chance to make things right
I kiss her lips and then we fall asleep through the night...

Copyright © Robert Sebastian | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |


i like to dress for an imaginary girl
(we will meet each other soon)   by putting on
a silk tie with subtle Chinese birds
sewn in.
she may be picturing me in her mirror
as she applies exactly the necessary line
of mascara to lengthen her lashes and darken
her eyes.
whatever begins as a mystery ends as a
blind, the nuances so well known
that birds chirp violently at their mirror images
but the pools
as they are revealed in the sunlight of
every accidental nod of the eyes remain
calm as a mirror in which there is no
image ever seen.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



you can't question her: the crow caws
when she wakes to fight the world.
she's vulnerable with a heart wrapped
in barbed wire,
walk in her country shoes,
you'll see the wear and tear is her life,
her country shoes are made of steel.

you can't question her: her arms swing.
her fists hit in defense,
her eyes are closed, teeth are shown,
she fights for more than truth.

you can't question her: her smile
is the guard of dreams. 
her dreams dance and play 
like children under the sun, 
the fools laugh, judge and hate,
as her resilience weeds out the dead 

you can't question her: her fight 
is the strength others carry,
her spirit is the standing of sequoias,
her purity is the snow on the first day of winter,
the crow caws when she wakes to fight the world.

By: Chicano Eddie

Copyright © CHICANO EDDIE | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Firefly Girl

A million lights shine in her eyes,
They twinkle so bright like fireflies.
Alone at night, she takes to the skies,
She soars so high, and opens her mind.
But she is blind to the fact that she cannot try,
For she has already died.

Copyright © Autumn Patrick | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Once I Sought But Love Ran Away

Once I Sought But Love Ran Away

I sought peace by way of knowledge
the well was full but the peace it did so hide
I ran races after peaceful horses but 
the saddles fell of and trampled was my heart
I sought love by way of exciting sex with 
beautiful vixens but satisfied I found love hiding
I ran after soft girls with hard sexy bodies only 
to find sex great but true joy O' so elusive
A journey lead me into a wild life looking for
clues to peace and love. I found great pleasure 
no real gain. I sat for years begging for an answer
when suddenly a little bird told me-
Stop, you are trying to force it! 
Love flees from force. Settle down, look around 
and you will see Love seeking you out! A great
truth hit me like a ton bricks. I obeyed that 
little voice and now married ten years to the
 Love that searched me out! 
Hallejah and I praise her with a Shout!!!!!

Stop, open your heart, look and listen.
That same little bird just may speak to you!

Robert Lindley. 08-13-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

The Mocking Bird

The little girl has never spoken
Not even a single word
Her voice since birth was simply broken
A sentence was never heard

She liked to watch the birds each day
As they played in the summer breeze
They'd always take her breath away
As she watched them in the trees

The mocking bird, her bird of choice
Would make her smile appear
She loved to hear his magical voice
Each time that he came near

And though her voice was far away
She'd whistle for his reply
She listened to every word he'd say
Until he said goodbye

He made her feel like she could speak
A language only they understood
And though they used their own technique
They spoke every chance they could

A little girl and her mocking bird
Has quite the conversation
They talk all day without a word
Through the gift of imitation

Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

The Bird

She was the knock on wet wood after a thunderstorm. 
Soft and muffled from the layers of dewdrops and tears from the heavens. 
Dark and frayed like the ashes of a split birch tree after a fire in the valleys. 

She was the feline, black enough to melt into the night, 
uncalled for, 
not desired for. 
A secret, kept within the chamber of not knowing. 
Not knowing where or who or how or why she was. 

She was the trust, broken and left unhemmed.
Naked and barebacked for the gods to shame. 
Unholy for the soul to flee from and the sinners to ravish. 

She wasnt one, she was of one. 
Of three or four or five,
Lost within a crowd of seekers, 
who sought only the feathers of a bird but not the creature on the inside.
Left to the world, alone, feeble, and frozen.

Copyright © Fareaa Usman | Year Posted 2017