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Details | Tanka |


LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |


I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Truth About Love

Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is time apart
Trying not to drown
Praying to stay loyal
Holding on to lover's promises
Dreaming of reuniting
Crying tears of hurt and joy
Thinking of you constantly
Asking God for all the best
Love is difficult
Love is not easy
Love is hard
Love is faith
Love is hope
Love is trust
But love is beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And love is worth it
Oh, so worth it
Love is in God's Hands
Love is protected
Love will come back again
Reunion again
For God is love
In Jesus' Name
We pray

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.

Copyright © Nya Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Dear Furture Mr Right

Are you even out there 
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to 
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure 
But can't your hurry already and be 
It's hard when God made every 
male with so much appeal

It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of 
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself 
Nothing physical of course, just 
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend 
But don't worry my love I'm still 
waiting for you

I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was 
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to 

But don't worry future husband I'm 
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed 
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled 
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and 

So its all good

I know its not the destiny I need to 
But its hard hanging around friends 
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling 
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after 
come true
While I sit around waiting like a 

Trust me okay, I understand the 
But if I give my heart to God who 
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling 
choice to make
But one of determination I must 
So I'll wait, for your sake

Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be 
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who 
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I 
can love as myself

And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every 
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I 
Have for my Christ

Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy

Copyright © Jessica K | Year Posted 2012

Details | Quatrain |

The Heart Of The Ocean

You pick me up and fly me away;
Oh my baby, what a beautiful day!
Like a rock, you are strong to withstand the motion,
And your love runs deep, the heart of the ocean.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Pink all day

               The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest 
                always warming my soul on a winters day 
                Ice skating with your true love hand in hand
                frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks

                Anticipating that very first date 
                first glance the color lightens your way 
                as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other
                celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever

             It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)

Copyright © Florence McMillian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Bourgeois and the Spinning Wheel

In a room filled with a solitary red hue
The bourgeois spins a wheel
With no destination, nor need
She will spin until her brittle Hands bleed
Just to satisfy her ennui and artifice
But she does not see - the rien I see
The monster approaching her empty dreams

Spinning still - she does not know
The insomniac rose will begin to grow
The thorn of clandestine and ebony
Ostracized for he began to realize
What lies in nonsense is decadence
Which sparks interest
Who's lover is a dadaist
But his story is over now
As Seth lead the way
A poet dies in dismay

The thorn as she spun penetrated
A distraction and a lack of action
She knew the temptation for she so loved the sensation
Of crass, rebellious - ways 
The thought laid it's seed
In her Gaulish mind it breeds
She has no other need and no regrets
So she proceeds and the smile lets
With full intention and desire
Caring none of her fate that will transpire 
She presses her finger on the thorn 
So now she bleeds knowingly
she did not recede

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

True Love Can't Be Made, Bought or Traded

Many call making love, from a physical reaction. As many try to find a loving satisfaction! True love can’t be bought, paid, or traded This is something that shouldn’t be debated! True love is from God, and freely given! His love can change the way you’re livin’! Only God’s love can cleanse the heart from sin! And bring true satisfaction deep within! If it’s “cheap love,” you seek… You can find it! But you’ll end up empty, hurt and blinded! If it’s true love you want. Look no more! Jesus is here... Knocking at your heart’s door! Won’t you let him in? And let his love touch you? He wants to do this. Because he really loves you! He loves you so much, he bled and died! In him, you can be made whole and sanctified! Won’t you accept the love he freely gives? It will bless you each day that you live! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

Pages of the Book

On earth on a Mission
purpose redefined with singleness of vision
clarity came cause i sat to look
through the pages of the book

Some days skipped with nothing to dine
some nights slept with nothing to wine
yet more nourished than a royal cook
for i am best fed from the pages of the book

When I lost focus and fell
drowning in the depths of the well
yet I was lifted by an unseen hook
as i flipped through the pages of the book

What about you my dear friend
when the terrestrial race comes to an end
and death vomits all that it ever took
will your name be found on the pages of the book

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Lets Fly Away

I spread my wings to fly away,
I spread my wings not to die today. 
My soul is being torn open now,
My soul will break free and not come down. 

Noise and music fill my ears to a point of over flow,
it run's through my veins and pores out so slow. 
It runs so wild and free,
not knowing where it wants to be. 

So let me fly for Christs sake, all i want to be is free,
you hold me down long enough and you'll see that I'm a monster like you never seen.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

living in a dream world

you were there
and so was i
you in youre world and me in mine
yet somehow we werent there at all
and our worlds were just to small
together we would unite
leaving our old worlds behind
creating a new worlds together
one that we would share forever and ever
now here we are
as we have and always will be
in a world that we created
for only you and me
no longer in our own worlds 
but in our dream world

Copyright © stacy wampler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Imagism |


Please never ever tell, you love me
When it's all but your words
Better I do not hear nor ever read
For words are useless 
They are all meaningless
When no actions are made
No actions to back up your words
Do you just tell those words
Because of how you see in my face
Or because you want something from me
Or because you just like how I talk
Or because you like my body shape
Or because you like how I dress
If these the only reasons you are near me
Or you ever want to be near me
I am asking you to please
Please do just stay away
Do just stay, stay so far away
I am tired of guys just playing around
Tired of guys who are only "MAN OF WORDS"
Tired of guys who are only "MAN OF EROS OR DESIRE"
Tired of guys who are only "MAN OF THERE MONEY"
Mind you, I do not need all those sweet words
When these words are just use 
to fool..
To hypocrite..
To play..
Or to mock...
I am so sorry for your heart...
I am so sorry for whoever girl you used..
And I know God doesn't sleep..
He never sleeps....

9:06 pm

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Forgave Me and Gave Me

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Presented In A Posy
Tied With A Bow and Knots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Fragrant Forget-Me-Nots
Picked Fresh With Daisies
… That’s What I Got …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Plucked Fast From Wild Fields
and  Planted In Posh Pots

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Posed Pretty In A Vase
To Withstand Wilts or Flops

Arranged By Pure Patience To Care
By A Professional Property Shop
With Prayer-Cards & Poultice-Packets
So Finger-Pointing & Pain-Poking Stops

Petite Flowers Under Peace’s Pillow
and Some Beside A Puffed-Cushion Cot
and Some On Pages of Perfumed Memory
or Scattered On Silver Platters Like Props

Some Petals Were Pictured In Pewter Frames
and Some Line A Pink Velvet Box
and Some Are In Porcelain Bowls
or Are Attached To A Pendulum Clock

… Or Pinned To My Ponytail-Hair
with A Pearl-Toothed Comb On Top
And Some Are Placed In A Promise Note
where Mercy & Hope, Ink–Blots

Thank GOD, There’s No Patch
 of Leaves That Chop
Just Slender Stems & Roots
and Seeds That Drop …

… to Form Silken Piles
Soft As Rain Plops
Yet Has The Power–Proof
of Ground-Truth In Plots

And I Was Pruned
and Paired Among This Crop
To Remind Me Gently…
Of What I Nearly Forgot

That Love Is Not Only
The Turning Pass-Key That Pops
Love … Is The Prime Slot
and The Platinum Lock

… Oh, He Forgave Me and Gave Me
The Fairest Forget-Me-Nots
Oooo, Land Sakes Alive!
He Loves Me – He Loves Me Alot!

And I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Medicine Loves Pills & Shots
Yes, I Love Him – I Love Him!
Like Pyrotechnics Loves Hot

and Because …

He Forgave Me and Gave Me
Precious Forget-Me-Nots …

        Written & ©:  6/14/2013

             By:  The MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


#Christian #firstlove #HeLives #God #young #Kenny

I remember the stories I made up to escape my childhood.
I thought that would ease the pain and for a while they could.
One day I realized my soul was hungering for so much more.
It was then I found myself standing in front of a small church door.
It was there I met a sweet boy by the name of Kenny.
He was my first love and helped me to see so clearly
The thing I had been searching so hard for years to find
Had always been there and all I needed was a made-up mind
It would bring tears to my eyes to hear Kenny sing "Because He Lives"
And it was through that song that I discovered the ultimate gift God gives.
One day I was so humbled I made my way to an old-fashioned altar
Quickening with each step as to ensure that my legs would not falter.
It was there through salvation; I discovered his mercy and grace
I now completely understood why because he lived tomorrow I could face
That night the words in that song began to hold a whole new meaning for me
The words which were sang so beautifully by a boy named Kenny
I know that God had a purpose when he put Kenny and his family in my life
It was so I could finally see his goodness was there even in all the strife
I am blessed beyond words could express to have found Jesus in that church
It was on that special night in August 1994 when I first felt his majestic touch
I do not even know how to begin to express how much it still means
As his new lamb, my sins were washed in the blood until I was spotless and clean
Kenny, even though we may have not meant to be anything other than friends
I now know he had a purpose when your family into my life he did send
My life was completely filled with darkness until that one glorious day
When Jesus came into my heart, shined his light, and showed me the way
With such sweet grace when we ask humbly in his name he forgives
And Kenny, you should know my life is worth the living just "Because he Lives"

Copyright © Valerie Cochrane | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |


For Cecil...

Feelin' like a moose, I drank too much o dat juice
I was kel on All That but now I fell flat
What happened last night
Will I ever feel all right?
Lubricious waves of melconcoly cascade like a torrent of falling stars
What happened last night
Now I'm hung-over, and last nights bang is over 
She kicked me out of the room 
Boom boom boom
A sigh beneath the sheets. I just want to weep. When will this be over?
My brutal hangover.
What happened last night...

Copyright © Kbear Matthews | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |


My heart is beating fast,
My adrenaline is surging.
I feel my pulse in my fingertips.
I am alive.

My senses are aware,
My brain is wide awake.
My eyes see the world's vibrant colors,
I am alive.

Nature's sounds are music to me.
The dripping of rain, the howl of wind,
The exotic sounds of animals,
I am alive.

My eyes see a variety of colors,
Blues, greens, purples, reds,
Each color has a different meaning,
I am alive.

My fingers feel many different textures,
Rough, soft, silky,
Each feeling is extraordinarily different.
I am alive.

I smell delicious scents.
Sweet roses, earthy rain.
Each scent brings my nose to life.
I am alive.

I feel Jesus in my heart
Protecting me, saving me from harm.
Because of his sacrifice,
I am alive.

I feel every light breeze,
I hear every whisper.
I feel like electricity.
I am alive.

My mind is buzzing,
My body is numb.
I feel every breath,
I am alive.

I can feel my families' love,
My friend's care.
Everyone's support,
I am alive.

My own feelings
Boil up inside me. 
They feel like fire and ice,
I am alive.

My blood feels like lead,
Heavy and solid.
But yet I feel as light as a feather,
I am alive.

All of these feelings
Come to me when I'm with him.
I am filled with adrenaline,
I am alive.

Copyright © Shelby Truelock | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |


I was born a
It does not mean
I have to stay  a

Stop making excuses

Copyright © edward johnson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Hanging In Christian School

Have you heard about the  little naughty boy...
He had one trouble too many at a school for boys...

Playing truant and neglecting his school work most of the time...
Out of desperation, and at their wits' end and hardpressed for time....

The parents quickly  registered him in a nearby school run by nuns...
Over the week, the little boy was suddenly a model student...

Impeccable in his behaviour, always on time and school work all done.....
Perplexed at this sudden reversal of his naughty behavior...

They sought an answer from their now angelic boy....
He replied, the nuns in his school are dead serious about misbehavior...

They even have a hanging man on a cross on the wall  as a savior...
I now know I always  have to be on my best behavior...

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

never quite

when care is pressing you down a bit,
rest, if you must-but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
as every one of us sometimes learns,
and many a failure turns abut,
when we might have won had we stuck it out,
don’t give up, though the pace seems slow-
you might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
it seems to a faint faltering man,
often the struggler has given up
when he might have captured the victor’s cup,
and he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
how close he was to the golden crown.
Succeed is failure turned inside out-
the silver tint of the clouds of doubt-
and you never can tell how close you are,
it may be near when it seems afar;
so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit-
it’s when things seem worst that you ’t quit.

Copyright © buggie Felix | Year Posted 2014

Details | Bio |


                  - BASUNDHARA BAGH

A era of year,
  A girl was born with new tears
She decended from heavenly kingdom,
  With all his wisdom
She was blessed with dreams and power
  Thirsty of nature and wants to be a good creature.
One day he warned through her dreams,
  But the girl reacted like a bad dreams.
She went to a walk in her world,
   Attracted by devil whorl.
She was happy in a wrong way,
She left the bright,
    Started to feel dark in a closed eye.
Devil stretched and asked "MAY I”
    Smiled and opened her sight,
With no might,no grace,no light
Demon laughed , “ONE MORE IN MY HEART"
 I rose ,i failed.
I walked,i stumbled.
   And she turned back.

Copyright © Basundhara Bagh | Year Posted 2017