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Details | Dramatic Verse |

Alice Sweet Alice

      ~Alice Sweet Alice~

        *Like Sisters*
   Everyday -- Holding Hands 
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
         *Alice And I*

How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice

The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain.

Together we slept under the same breeze 
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!

Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.

The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!

Now I can't sleep,
Since, Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- this is no dream, it is real!

The rage inside, burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains 
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared 

When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in a darkness where it began.

My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade, I sleep

Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she's exist
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?

This Sweet Girl 
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says 
Alice lives inside my head.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Pigtails loosen yet messed, 
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…  
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake 
this young, tender flesh---
from pink , blood red, to pale yellow... despicable!

Invading her territory,
the blister of muffled silence
grates adolescent wails,yet…
crazed feasting of desire remains.
She quivers under a toppled quilt
brushed in wounded cotton...despicable!
And while darkness slides on metal frame,
he riles, riles with abandon,
grinning under a sinister moon
arsenic as the sweat of male hunger
to ravage a girlish body...  trembling, trembling
while her cupped mouth stutters,
‘Please step-dad, no!’
‘Hush…dear baby, I am your angel,
guarding you from evil wolves..despicable!

Quietly, he pins the knob of conquest
until the frail child's porcelain doll
splatters on the floor, and then…

Re-Posted /1/2017
Contest: Let's Talk About It
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.

All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.

She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.

Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

A child's plea

Dirty rotten scum to take the life of an innocent one torn away from my childhood but not yet thrown into adulthood you've given me a life of pain certain to only knowing, that never again, will the days be the same but I have found my new freedom here, within these mighty walls known as Gods kingdom

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

I lay sleeping

I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.

Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.

Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.

Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.

I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.

And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Somber Tears

As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.

As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.

I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.

I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.

And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.

And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.

He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.

And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.

Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.

She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.

I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.

I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.

The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.

Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;

But we still all cry,
Somber tears all fall in one big wave

crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Like the frightened Jackrabbit, I run away from Love

Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

This Little Girl Inside Me

I have issues greater than you can imagine,
I have this little girl inside me.
She speaks when I don't need her to,
She tells me to do things I don't want to do.

I have issues greater than you can imagine,
I have this little girl inside me.
She is screaming as I write this,
She tends to hate my every surroundings.

I have issues greater than you can imagine,
I have this little girl inside me.
I'd love for her to get out of me,
But I've tried and it seems impossible.

I have issues greater than you can imagine,
I have this little girl inside me.
She told me I'd have to die for her to leave,
She told me I'd have to die for her to leave...

Copyright © Mamelodi Marakalala | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Heaven or Hell

I’m lost, and i gotta pay the cost 
i’m slowing down, tryna make it to town
i keep on falling, looking for panacea, feels like i got more problems than north korea.
nothings been right, always putting up a fight 
looking for a cure? please, go look in the mirror 
and i’m talking to myself, trying to reach the highest shelf.
pumpin up your adrenaline, looking for some medicine 
feeling so very delicate, asking if you’re even relevant
couldn’t afford a vacation, cause you didn't know how to do the equations 
so you drink until you don’t know where you are, but can’t you see you’re a burning star?
we only burn for so long until its time to face our wrongs 
up or down, heaven or hell
you choose your own path, realizing you fell 
and once you’ve gone to the dungeon, you’re gonna wonder how to even function 
you brace yourself for the best, instead you stay falling in the crest. 
a free soul has much time to roam, maybe thats why you have trouble finding stable home
you fall to another level and then you’ll see you have met the devil 
look in his eyes and you’ll see the despise. Hes not your friend, he wants to show you the end.
Eternity lasts forever, so you must be clever.
The question is there twenty-four seven, heaven or hell,  you can choose your hotel.
Be with the worst and you’ll see the curse, but if you stick with the best you need to learn how to face the tests.

Copyright © Merissa Henry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

He Was A Beast In A Dark Lair Unseen

He Was A Beast In A Dark Lair Unseen

He was a dragon beast in a dark lair unseen;
Nights filled with depraved thoughts and deeds;
Mouth burning with bile from his spleen
Gatherer, hoarder,and planter of dark seeds!

A raging beast hiding in a silken cloak;
Breaker of serenity's gentle and sweet mists;
His captured females died with pretty necks broke
With crossed out names on his already dead list!

Late night, dark streets this villain cruised;
With blood lusts burning in his tortured mind,
Pretty victims slashed, beaten and bruised
So careful to pick the prettiest he could find.

Satanic power given, he could change forms quick;
A blink and he could fly with his prey;
This real power, evil fed was no parlor trick
Such savage nights cutting his victims his play!

Unlucky girls lived on to spawn his impish kids;
The creatures that roam about Halloween night,
Under his spell each one doing evil as he bids
Racing into is lair before dawn's saving light!

He was a beast in a dark lair unseen;
Nights filled with depraved thoughts and deeds;
Mouth burning with bile from his spleen
Gatherer, hoarder,and planter of dark seeds!


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Girl

She was very beautiful;
she looked like a goddess.

Her eyes were emerald,
lips were red and sweet;
but her shadow was absent!
her image was absent in the mirror!

Not many people who knew the REAL her,
except for her victims who turned out to be 
like her; immortal at the expense of warm, fresh human blood.

Her heart pulsated in excitement,
as her fangs sunk into a man's neck;
a man who had fallen trap to her sensual nature.

A beautiful girl she was,
but her past so dark, such that the darkness' texture could be felt!

Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Monorhyme |


Diamonds are a girl’s best friend they say.
I know of a story that’s filled with dismay.
A girl worshiped a gem in abnormal way.
Many never believed how she went astray.
Only one man knew of what she did pray.
Now she began her destiny to begin to prey.
Devil’s diamond was her private bouquet.

Daring spells spoke, never served allay.
Universal demons took her soul in decay.
Spells drove her gem to dust, then to clay.
Traces of her body did discolor and splay.

Disheartened love broke, as he turned gray.
Evil will always win over any precious array.
Veracious greed drives away personal cliché.
I know now not to worship any gem or pay.
Listen to hidden words in this poetic play.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Harpy Girl

Harpy Girl

You girl are a harpy. A woman who steals from those with nothing to take. You always find something to harvest. If you robbed a rich man, you'd leave him in debt. 

How do you do it and why?

Becoming the femme fatal injured beach siren. How many ships have you wrecked? Sailors think you're a cheap whore. You target their basic desires. How smart. Not.

And when you become the pretty air stewardess lady, no one is safe. You slit the pilot's throat and Jumbo jets fall like shot crows. Only you walk away unscathed.

I came across you once. People ask why I'm alive? That's easy. I ran like the wind and am paranoid to hell. I know we'll meet again. Till then dear harpy, the news headlines are full of your work.

Death, mayhem, maiming, destruction.

Even when you sleep it continues. I wonder if you'll ever get bored of this harpy lifestyle? Take time out to talk to my friend. He's a shrink; the best. Hey, he cured me. But back then, I was sane compared to you, the harpy girl.

Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

But with the evil, came the good

All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.

But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

The Girl in a fallen Angel red dress

September 16 ,  2014 12:15 pm
The Girl in a fallen Angel red dress
I witness these guys looking at this beautiful girl she seems to be trouble. What I see in her is that she is so beautiful but deep down in her heart something’s missing like a positive mind and her love has been removed. What I see in her is depraving and a deceiving sight of evil that should be destroyed. These guys that are flirting with this woman should leave her alone because they don’t know what they are up against. The girl in a fallen angel red dress was a beautiful decent young woman but when she did deceitful things her courage and kindness sealed forever. Now She has overcome to be more dangerous and more vicious. Legendary says  that in the story she flirts and sometimes mate  with the  virgin  men first when she is pretty and irresistible but when she turn ugly and unattractive she kills the men and take away their semen away . Every men that she kills reminds her of the time that she was slaughtered in the woods by other men that just took advantage of her what they didn't know is that she wasn't no virgin to be sacrificed so their repercussions cost them to be killed.  The girl in  the red dress has been lost into the Concrete of Hell where she lays and lastly rests. 

Copyright © Cmack Estevez | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Femine Fatle

She got a pile of
pictures to pick
All types all ripe
searching for a
Silently striking
Vixen soiled Viking
She easily takes a
To anything fruitful
and frightening
The lady is a
parasite in paradise
Dicing life
Such a perfect slice
Too late she took a
And ate the pie
Troubled herself
with why
Can’t afford to cry
So she’ll leave you
high and dry
Still trying to pry
Knowing when she
grooms you
You’re soon to
regret it.
With her lit
cigarette she smirks
at your feelings
Faking hers so she
can keep you
Her target is your
heart that she will
be stealing
And once it’s been
taken you’re forever
Just like the rest
of them 
Then like her you
will never use your
heart again

*Authors Note:
This is part of a
collection of poetry
about how women can
be just as evil as

Copyright © B. Maxine Revolution | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |


The story starts last year 
I had you as my friend
I had it all, you want me more
I trusted you again
You came along wearing angel’s smile
Was thrilled back then
You took me faster and
Grabbed the game of sabotage

I never saw it flashing
Would not so expected it
I underestimated who I was
troubling with 
I had to know that she was
player played me like a numb
Now every story made feel like 
I’m the worst and dumb

She’s better actress
Wearing a mask
She’s my tragedy, no!
She’s better known telling things
that can cause to madness
So she’s going to find 
Cleaning her name when stains on
I won’t play with games 
with you again
She should bear in mind, better bear in mind
There is nothing trust left 
Unfriending you right now

She looks my life like shining gold 
She needed me again
I gave it all, she wanted more
Find it’s so overrate
I think her presence bit so scary
and it’s troubling
She thinks I’m smart for I can
write deep thoughts from my mind

Sophisticated thoughts are things	
that you want to know
But pushing people down is thing
that you want to do
Oh did they tell you that you’re 
best in making world fool?
No amount of money can stepped
to your ill dignity

She’s better actress
Wearing a mask
She’s my tragedy, no!
She’s better known telling things
that can cause to madness
So she’s going to find 
Cleaning her name when stains on
I won’t play with games 
with you again
She should bear in mind, better bear in mind
There is nothing trust left 
Unfriending you right now

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Free me

Free me, I say free me
from the enternal damnation
of her death grip.
(I have no use, for love with her)
She does not know me,
She does not love me,
For if she would love me,
I'd love her back.

Come now, someone free me,
free me from the eternal hatred
that has grown between us.
I cannot take this torture anymore.
(My heart grows weak, my heart grows weak... I can't breath,
  I can't breath. She is crushing my windpipe! HELP ME!)

Listen I do not love you,
My heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who understands the pain I face.
I cannot love you, and will not love you, for my heart does not belong to you.

I pray to everything that is holy in this Godly, green Earth
Free me, free me!!
I say free me from this eternal torment and execute this monster!
(For my heart belongs to someone else.)

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sedoka |

Lost Eyes

lost eyes
of native girls enslaved
by traffickers
beaten and forced into sex
and I grew up complaining
of harvesting beans and corn

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth

Copyright © marinescu victor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |


She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers.  Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you.   With eyes no one could ever   fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean.  Such solace, just breathe.  Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

A girl on the road

She was on the road
When they allure,
Seeing her alone

They were four
She tried to ignore,as they felt bore
She warn,i m not whore

Then,she implored
But they shut the door 
Said once more

She lied on the floor 
Yelling for help
They were as drunk as a lord
At the end ...she had to pulled the cord.

Copyright © Puja arora | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |

Mean Girl

Beautiful as rose
Hotter than Venus
Physically attractive
She’s dangerous!

Her words are bad
Like perfect thorns
She’s prettiest of all
Loves people to mourn.

She’s Regina George
Wearing white coat
She’ll turn at your back
Showing her black clothes.

Loves to ruin
Messes people’s lives
She’s a mean girl
With bunch of sharp knives.

Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Return Of The Bright Red Sun

Return Of The Bright Red Sun
       (first half presented)

Dark Days
(Robert J. Lindley)

The Red Sun had hidden away for some years
no blood red to inspire with glowing sheen.
Back again, those fiery red crocodile tears.
Love had died, she was only a lonely teen.

Dark days, she cried - please give me Light
her sobs fell upon deaf ears- apathy reigned.
With no heart, no purpose- no use to fight.
Bleeding heart, torn dress and life stained!

Hiding in a dark and badly painted room 
shadows raced above her small trampled bed.
So nasty, a curse repeated about her doom
wishing death, she refused to ever be fed.

As sad dark curtains slowly dropped down
blasting forth a wave of Red Sun light.
Set aglow, the red rose adorning her gown
Her heart rose to follow this divine sight.

Her sweet soul, raced into the soft clouds
with a renewed happiness gracing its path.
No longer alone and blue in earthly crowds
left far behind was pain and abusive wrath.

She looked back and in merciful pity asked
forgiveness for her evil abusers be given.
That darkness in their hearts be unmasked
And they heaven blessed new lives be given.

Upon entering Heaven's wide opening gate
chorus of angels sang love in her praise.
Admiring her faithful refusal to ever hate
evil abusers she had been given to raise.

Given a new body, one whole and unbroken
she begged yet again, forgiveness for all.
In loving true faith such words were spoken
Merciful God smiled upon hearing her call!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-21-2015

Note_Revised, second half added. 

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |


Beyond the dark t’ward light of day
There is a land far, far away
This place is known as Shandamaire
A little castle’s nestled there

Around this castle dark and tall
There is a garden still and small
The flowers there no longer bloom
Within their little garden room

But it was not so long ago
That you could see the flowers grow
The blossoms there were bold and bright
While welcoming the morning light

T’was then a princess young and fair
Strolled the grounds of Shandamaire
All of the birds and creatures small
Would answer to her lilting call

The princess loved her favorite toys
A dancing doll that brought her joys
With a button where one eye had been
And a sturdy soldier made of tin

The kingdom loved the charming lass
With hair of gold and skin like glass
And everything was perfect there
In the lovely land of Shandamaire

Then came an evil prince one day
To steal the princess’s land away
At first he tried to win her heart
But with her land she would not part

He decided then to make her leave
So as the kingdom knelt to grieve
He’d take it for his very own
And seat himself upon its throne

He chased the girl with golden hair
Through hallways in the castle there
Out to the garden she did flee
And begged the prince to let her be

The soldier and the dancing doll
Heard their tiny princess call
And hurried to the garden path
To stop the evil prince’s wrath

Next to the garden’s old stone wall
The princess saw the dancing doll
But the doll and soldier were too late
To save her from her awful fate

The evil prince gave her a shove
And rocks fell down from up above
The sturdy soldier made of tin
Kept the wall from falling in

But while he held the wall in place
A smile came to the prince’s face
He took the girl with golden hair
And left the land of Shandamaire

And now within the garden small
A rusting soldier holds a wall
Through winter snow and summer rains
Sturdy and stout he still remains

And high atop that garden wall
Are the remnants of a dancing doll
Its face you see is never dry
As tears fall from its button eye

Eternally they stand and wait
For their princess by the garden gate
And if you look they still are there
In the far off land of Shandamaire

Copyright © Stephen Washam | Year Posted 2010

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Something wrong in the house on the corner

He walked past the gate which led to the door to the cellar

Remember, remember, remember!

The bird call cried to shatter the still quiet with high pitched thunder

Raindrops fell to create a slither of water

Remember, remember, remember!

The path glistened in the sun under falling water

The bare feet splashed that path as she was pulled down and driven under

Remember, remember, remember!

In the dead of night the walls of that room cry and shudder

Somethings now dead haunt the dark of that cellar

The barn owl avoids the route through the pane-less, broken window

A moonlight silhouette of girls lined up in the cellar

Remember, remember, remember!

A boy he was, not past 8 when he saw something wrong in the house on the corner!

Like a cat curiosity drew him over

From what he saw he will never recover!

Remember, remember, remember.

Copyright © T.I.R.O. JY | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


This anger that is inside me now is tearing me apart,
    After all this time I find you had been lying from the start.
I am hurting so much from the pain you have caused me,
    By using your beauty and charm so I would not see.
All the lies and deceit while loving you and giving all my trust,
    I will expose your evil ways and mean doings this is a must.
Never  should another endure what you have put me through,
     This I will make sure of if it's the last thing that I ever do.
How dare you break my heart and then treat me so bad ,
      It  takes a lot to upset me but girl you have made me mad.
You've no idea the rage that I am carrying inside me now,
      I will make you regret this one day I will figure out how.
If it's the last thing I do I am going to make a example of you,
      How and when I am not sure of but trust me it will be soon.
You walk away from me as if you've done nothing wrong,
      Believe me girl I will show you and it wont take me long.
Seriously do you think you can get away with treating me this way?
      So wrong you are for that and you will know this one day.
That deceiving the man thats so in love with you ,
      Is something you are going to learn not to ever do.
Why would you ever do this to a man that loved you so,
      I guess this is something that I am never going to know.
This anger inside that is slowly tearing me apart ,
       Blinded by your ways I was completely in the dark.
Just one more thing I must say to you before I go ,
       You are evil  and that's something everybody will know.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

The evil

This is the evil that come out
From their mouths, and they
Made you feel the things wrong way.
You are a believer, sister.
Better put your faith in God than people.
Then you will survive.

Copyright © olga kushnirenko | Year Posted 2013