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Details | Free verse |

Bastille 2016

Bastille


Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived

Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free

And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine

The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation

Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw

You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart

The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you

A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine

Naked through the streets we shall always dance!

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


Details | Free verse |

dark surrender


for days he follows   a man dressed in black   eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning    his hunger    and I am smitten    curious
dreading  him yet he enthralls me to surrender-
confusion    fear overwhelms me    he is breathing   oh desire
in his room    whispering my name . . . 

his voice a deep baritone    demanding   terrifying  
those fathomless eyes look down at me    I am lost   I pull him close
he strokes my flowing raven hair    his eyes cold as ice
daggers to my soul    love(or hate)  lust   passion  possession
he wants to control me and violently he crushes my ruby red lips
with a demanding kiss and then the kiss is beautiful
words evil    he is need   lust    he says vile things

oh  those dark fathomless eyes   go away    come back   I love you
he wraps his arms around me   we are spinning and swirling  lost in love
for how long are we locked in that embrace  it seems like days
then he stops     his smile is mean and cruel     he laughs  
I am nothing without his kiss     I am a love hostage held in chains 
and when he turns away     I weep for him and hate myself
dark this lust      I MUST find the strength to leave

there is no sweetness    this is WRONG    lost as his fathomless eyes
must get away     must find the courage to walk away  leave     leave
I hear the door close and quickly dress     the rooms smell moldy
finding the door   I turn the knob    it is locked 
and I am screaming  . . . 

_____________________________
February 1, 2016

Free Verse/dark surrender
Copyright Protected, ID 751068



Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written On Your Birthday II
sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place

_________________________________
Written for the contest, The Dark Side of Life 
sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

Fifth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Created By Choices

Something evil this way comes
Sure as the rising of the Son

A single heart left to bleed
A lost soul with a dying need

When love proves it doesn’t care
In creeps darkness and despair

Angry voices from deep with-in
Scream I’m a fool once again

I now make my soul like a cave
It’s the darkness that I now crave

Around my heart I shall build a moat
With blood sacrifices unto the goat

Deep in darkness as a soul can be
Father of darkness come feed on me

She destroyed the love in my soul
I do pray that hate fills up the hole

Troubled souls with hallow voices
In this life we all make choices

My choices have left me degraded
I now hate the person I created

Into darkness away from the Son
Something evil this way comes


Yea, I posted this for Deborah's contest.
Believe it or not this is who i used to
be. Poetry is a truly amazing tool when
it comes to change, it transformed this
into the man I am. All I can say about
that, "Praise be the Power of God".

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009


Details | Ode |

ISIS

You can behead an unarmed man
You can rape a defenseless woman
You can blow up an innocent child

You can burn a book, or 1000's
Attempt to erase history
Spit on the culture of mankind

Here is what you will never do
You will never catch Charlie Brown
Or behead Allah the almighty

You are an army
Of no hearts
Of no heads

The army of the evil living dead

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Animal of the Night

Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Animal of the Night

The animal of the night has an evil courage as its defense,
And with simple lies it now catches the filthy beast easily,
And can now stand and bask in God’s purest of sunshine,
Whilst valor and glory speak all power to one’s destiny!

Darkness doth now pervade and drinks slowly from that
“Chalice of the Faithless Heathen” who hides among the
Soulless Ones who are consumed by their hateful actions,
And spit thoughtlessly at your good will and human pride!

Hades’ very own dark demons tilt their evil night shades
While justifying the hurt and depravity of an “Ugly Brute”;
A truly lost soul without any mercy, blind—as “He” throws
Freely a nasty spiteful spirit on your earthly fire of reality!

Hence, Hades’ mark and mask of utter darkness and terror
Descend now into the very conscience of your Spirit World;
Burning hot with the force of “The Furies” seeking revenge:
Tisiphone, Megaera, and Alecto all appear sans Merci now!

As their eternal gorgonesque spirits creep upon you furtively,
Your once handsome visage turns into a sad and horrid portrait
Of an old animal soul in the mirror never to see the Light again,
As clouds darkly shade your horizon and fate in Hades’ name!

In this eternal land of darkness, the dead do not suffer this fate
So easily, and cast not without honor in their chains the notion
That fear itself, vice destiny, cries out now for your forgiveness,
As One-Eyed Beggars seek and see the basic good within you!

Each day now fades into its own doom, into a dark mist of evil,
And hides carefully inside a “Mountain of Consciousness” where
Your ethereal spirit knows who you really are—as black snakes
slither slowly and silently toward your spirit-mirrored reflection!

You—that “Animal of the Night,” wear now your deceptive mask;
The reality of who and what you really are makes my skin crawl!
You can never return from this darkest “Pit of Hell” my old friend,
For thy animal-human spirit is doomed to all this darkness forever!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 22, 2015 
(Narrative Quatrain)

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

Dealing

Old Sin permeates the air
It doesn't go away in despair
To deal with it is a chore
You will want it to go away even more 

The longer it is around is the reason
When not dealing with it makes it poison
But Old Sin gets harder you know
When all you want is for it is to go.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017

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 | Lyric |

I Hate You Cancer

Dedicated to my Dad who lost his short battle w/ Colon Cancer on June 18,2013

I hate you Cancer
Your vile evil and cruel
You don't care who you hurt
I'll never forget that day
I'll always hate you for it

Your heartless Cancer
You took someone important from me
Someone important from others too
Took people who didn't belong to you
I hate you for it

You disgust me Cancer
You had no right to take him from me
He mattered more than my very own life
I hate you for taking my Daddy
I hate you for taking others too

I hate you with a passion Cancer
You took part of my heart with him
You took part of my soul that day too
I hate you for it
I hate you I hate you I hate you

I hate you with every fiber of my being 
Go back to Hell where you belong
I hate you, others hate you
Your not welcome or wanted here Cancer

I hate you more than his doctor's
I hate you more than God
I hope I get to witness that day
Witness the day you fall
And you will fall Cancer

You're gonna lose the battle one day Cancer
I'm gonna laugh and dance around your grave
You'll finally get what you deserve 
And you'll never be able to inflict your disease on another soul


Sabrina Niday Hansel


______________________________________________________________________
Placed 8th in Poet Destroyer A's  2013 "PINKTOBER" Contest

Please Support a Cure for Colon Cancer & every other type!








Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

No Fear

Evil's popular,
But I will do the right thing.
If caught, so be it.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

SO blind

   All this time I have always had my doubts,
Not the person led to believe is what I found out.
   To be deceived and lied to for oh so long,
Down deep I knew there was something wrong.
   Head over heels I had fallen in love ,
Always thought you were sent from above.
   How the knife is twisted into my side ,
So much pain I can do nothing but cry.
   These memories of what I thought was real,
I'm confused and I don't how how to feel.
    Is this really possible that I did not know,
Through all this time it never showed.
    Such an evil thing to do to a man ,
Especially the lies which he could not stand.
    How cruel and cold your heart must be ,
To carry on as you did never letting me see.
     Hard to accept all those moments  so dear ,
Realizing they are now my greatest fears .
     What was to be Joy and Happiness,
Replaced by the feelings of a loneliness.
   Never did I imagine this happening to me ,
Thinking that you and I were meant to be .
   It's a very hard thing for a man to accept ,
When he finds out that he's been tricked.
    Was it the money or the control you had ,
Maybe because you are really just that bad.
    Some day soon for this you will have to pay ,
For the sins against me and your evil ways.
    Goodbye to you  who ever you are ,
For in this heart you have left brutally scarred.
Tac.

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Munaajaat |

Tell Me

I'm lost hurt and angry
Why did you take his life
I want, No I need to know
Tell me, Tell me why
I deserve to know

Haven't you done enough to him
What'd he ever do to you
He suffered his whole life
Suffered more than anyone deserved
Tell me, Tell me why you did it
I have a right to know

Why'd you let him born to them
Born to worthless parents
Parents who didn't care
They threw him away like garbage
Pawned him off on someone else
Tell me, Tell me why
Explain how you could do that

You gave him Polio
You let others treat him like disease
You took away the full use of his legs
You warped his hand and foot
Tell me, Explain to me why
I deserve to know

You let others think he was crazy
You let it go on for over year
You didn't stop it, Why
Tell me, Give me your reason
Answer me God, Help me to understand

You go and make matters worse
You gave him Cancer
You didn't give him a chance to fight back
You just jerked him away from us
Tell me, Tell me how
How you could be so cruel

How can others not question you
When others do it, It's murder
But when it's by your hand
It's your will, Their fate
Tell me, What makes you so different
Your no better than the demons knocking at the door

You heard me beg and plead
You know I'm not afraid to die
I was willing to carry it all for him
I was willing to take my Daddy's place
You didn't even let me say Goodbye
Tell me, Tell me why I couldn't take his place
Answer me God, you owe me that much



Spiritual

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Italian Sonnet |

Evil Basks

It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree Night encroached leaving nothing you can see Its cold, nothing about this place is hot Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught Evil basks within the nooks quite empty She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought Expressionless she stands with great power The tree bows right to her beck and call She stands mighty and tall like a tower Grove seems to be protected by a wall All who happen to see her would cower All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all * Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy! Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

My Dad

My Dad was Chicagoan.
He would light up a room just like my Mom. 
He loved to fish ! He loved his beer .
He also designed a Octagon home in the 70's 
Built custom by hand . I was very proud of Dad .

Alcohol hit our Family , a curse .
He left my Mom when I was 14 in Illinois.
To renew in California , leaving a trail of tears .
Meeting my step mom , my sisters age .
My 2 sisters they were accepted in her world . 

Not I , I looked too much Like Mom . Told this all my Life . 
She a petite Beauty , RN , real estate Broker .
I did not see why it was wrong to be like mom ?

I moved in with Dad, His new Wife , and 2 sisters 
eventually . All three women were competing for my Father .
I was kicked out at 16 yrs.

Years do pass , you try and accept people places and things .
At the end of Dads life , he was calling me once a week .
I ordered a Engraved Clock for the Fathers day coming.
This was a issue for the Wife and sisters , never invited to his new home , 2 Decades ~My little Brother & I , never wanted .

Dad passed suddenly one sad Spring Day . Not one word from his wife , all 3rd party,  how and when,  Dad Died . being denied the right to his address , even to say goodbye .
Not being able to send my engraved clock . 

 "Dad Passed " received call  from sister whom just stayed a week with me ,  I took her all around the sites here . "1st day I get call , you should come , 2nd Day after , Dad's been cremated already . " It was a lie.

I went anyway , finding the funeral home, the Funeral Director was appalled at the denial displayed.

He insisted I was given 10 minutes alone with Dad , my Birthright to say Goodbye , he was in dismay over the Hostility towards a daughter ~

I get to this room of mean relative's. His sisters , Mine, angry looks , hearing from a Aunt "What is she doing Here ! " I can't give nor reason or rhyme. 

 Shame to you and all that participated that wicked day.
 Are you Glorified with Power?  Denied the right to grieve , 

 Left with no sane answers to give in hatred received by Blood . Some , just Spouses , telling me I had no right to Say Goodbye to my own Father , My DAD .

My Dad wanted me there , I know he did . I love Him and will never forget , his youngest girl whom looked like Mom . I know in my heart and dreams he speaks. 
 We all see when we leave . May God not allow any Son or Daughter to go through such Evil.

Thank-you Poetry Soup for returning my voice .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Culture is a fence

Culture       is       a       fence,

fixed     with     giant     stems

and    sharp     barbed   wires

of beliefs, norms and values,

to      set    me     an    insider

and  you  a   bloody  outsider.

Those        that         are       in

look             pretty           fine;

those       that       are       out

ought   to    be    rooted    out,

and  if   anyone        is        on,

they     are    frowned    upon.

 

For     our    benefit    or   not,

it’s      now        rusted      out.

Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

shakespeare parody 2k14

Shall I compare thee to a most foul stench?
A skunk’s sweet-smelling aura more lovely
Than that ugly face which makes my fists clench.
Pray you leave; that we should be so lucky!

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is your pale complexion broiled,
To peeling, pasty, unnat’ral pink lines,
Reminiscent of a red lobster, oiled.

But soon, sweet sleaze-ball, thine sunburn shall fade
And leave in its wake, that china-fair skin,
Which glitters bright e’en in afternoon shade;
So strange I suspect you are but pure sin.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives my complete hatred for thee.

Copyright © Isabel Carlin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Southern Love Southern hate

Southern love,  Southern hate 
they are the opposite of each other 
 I have  memories of both in the State I love dearly.

Going back to a old plantation home in the South ,
as a child I played in the many Pecan trees , collecting baskets upon baskets of fresh pecans .

the smell of fresh pies , of pecan and rhubarb , oh my Mom took the prize .

One afternoon , School was out , it was in summer  , reminisce of fresh lemonade 
My Mother called my name 'child come in here now " in the middle of the day ' 
she many times called and I would hide in this paradise full of honeysuckle and pecans .

This time the tone was one of fear , and alert , "come inside Now"
 I ran to the top of the old plantation stairs to my Mother .
I saw in the distance what seemed to be a parade in the day .

This time the parade was of people in "white sheets ' going door to door,
just like salesman they would knock , they would greet .
my Mother said " We have no time for this here " leave now , and leave fast. yours is only teachings of Discriminate .

she sent them quickly away , giving back the paper , the invite 
These people dressed in funny white  sheets .  
only later I discovered what this was about 
Your Parents do their very best , to keep any Evil out .

These people are not just from the South , they are all over the World 
Leaving me that day with no doubt . Make the choice you have , we all do
Remember Gods Children are innocent , and many a color , they could be Blue ~

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

SUFFER NOT

SUFFER NOT

Suffer not o man she cried desperate for consolation
Compassion twisted and tore at her heart 
but the world she knew was silent.

Painful sounds from death filled wars, would wound her more
than jagged poison tipped arrows that pierced much too deeply.
And yet she carried on in quiet song as the world she knew kept silent.

And if the dying weren't enough, the sight of bloated bellies
and distraught mothers and sacked villages laid bare
by the unwilled force of child soldiers, would crush her spirit. 
How could the world she knew keep silent?

Thinking that God did not understand her despair 
She wept with abeyant tears that could not flow 
as the world she knew kept silent.

To live, to die in the soiled spattered flow of time
passing through, passing through
Is the secret so sublime? Cannot she grieve? 
Then silence no more was heard.

Instead a curious word within emerged 
from her meditation of life's graces
a Hebrew word "Bitachon"
What was not known in agonies 
was revealed in her silence.

C.A.K. 1-9-201

Copyright © Allan Koven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Voodoo Doll

There's a person you'd like to curse,
so a voodoo doll, then make first;
Upon that doll now cast a spell, 
summoned from the wicked in hell;
Now you need some pins and needles,
bring the pain of pitch forked devils;
The length of pins make sure are long,
the devils pain will be more strong;
The more a needle's thick and round,
will make the pain be more profound;
Must take your victims' lock of hair,
attach it to the doll to wear;
The doll, up high, hold in the air,
Into the doll's eyes, you must stare;
Call the doll by your victims name,
while at the doll, the needle aim;
Curse the name as you stab it in,
twisting and turn it as you grin;
With needles stuck about the head,  
each needle deeply did embed;
With legs, all over, stuck with pins, 
you now must wish the curse begins.

Copyright © Tony Sampson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tail-rhyme |

Tragedy in France - Rime Couee

A concert hall was filled to capacity,
with revelers unaware of the atrocity,
they were about to face.
Evil dressed in black, intent to kill,
aimed their weapons with precise skill,
and fired into that place.

A favored cafe on a Paris street,
where friends, loved ones oft would meet,
drinking their cafe au lait.
Assassins came and took their position,
to kill and terrorize their intention,
on that tragic day.

Chaos ran rampant in Paris, France,
as ISIS took its murderous stance,
against humanity.
Many were wounded and many died,
and all the world was horrified,
at such insanity.

Anger rises alongside mourning.
Retaliation swift, without warning,
the French fight back.
The world must stand up to these thugs,
destroy them, squash them just like bugs.
We can't be slack.

We mourn with France for those who died,
and we will stand close by her side,
until we win,
this war against cruelty and hate.
Annihilation will not be our fate.
We won't give in.

11/24/15
For Debbie Guzzi's Rime Couee-tail-rhyme for France contest

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Tired of Explaining

Tired of explaining      (a twist from ND. poem)

Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness== 
Your radiance is no longer true== 
A melody with seduction over due== 
The song so bad wiped out by you== 
Rotating my abdomen== 
From the soul==
The worms inside== 
They all die==
Under your control== 
Separating the way==

Is as if though== 
All the beauty in the world== 
Up and lived==
You are more than I need== 
Drowning in my own abyss== 
Judging you one==
Right after the other== 
A hellish so profound== 
Revelations passed so suddenly== 
Expression of limbo, I replay== 
The revenge== 
The revoke== 
Suffer catting my oxygen==

They illness== 
Then lifeless== 
They identify== 
Then disgust== 
Never play the sensitive== 
Feel my needs==
Like the wound full of abscess==
A sore to never go away==
Yes like the illness== 
Then lifeless== 
Dropped addict== 
These shivers down my spine==
Identify, escape, abuse of certain== 
Announcing it even more== 
Proof that I am found== 
Out of love==
 
The mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes== 
The heart is trapped to proceed== 
Cleverer than the open skies==
Old sweat glands in my hand== 
Retiring the mind== 
The best of my heart has no stand== 
Died from your retrieving cries== 
Advancing to my knowledge== 
The darkness that you lend== 
DISCLOSURE== 
to== 

In the depth of your eyes ==
I run before you hypnotize== 

Oblivious to the Valley of your wits==
 
Refusing to relive the song== 
Feeling that are gone==

Never will it feel right==

I still feel the rotation==
Exhale went out your soul== 

Exiting far from sight==
Revoke an end to your light== 

A kiss of death to your good night==
A kiss of death to your good night== 


(To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Trump Defeats Terrorism

Yes the war on terror is over
It happened on the Canadian border!
Youssef, 5, was denied
For shopping for toys and terror thus implied

Now Youssef, 5 finished his chemo
The border patrol said oh no, oh no, no no no
No Arabs must be allowed to shop for toys
Not even ones getting chemo and seeking joys

The Mothers family lives in the US
She’s a Canadian for twenty years in her dress
But Trump stopped her oh yes oh yes
From spending her money in Vermont, poor little Youssef

Terrorism has been defeated, Trump does declare
A mother and her kids on a spending spree affair!
So evil to want to buy USA goods
You’d think Donald builds his stuff in the China back woods!!!

Note: I wrote this Free Verse, also something Trump wants to eliminate, the Free Press and the Truth.


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

propaganda the ultimate weapon

In every war
propaganda has spread
many lies and fabrication
to rally support and justify war
to a misguided nation
Feeding fear hate and patriotic pride
for lawful genocide.

Power self interest and greed
motivate those in the shadows
to sell their souls
and squabble like fat pigs
from the overflowing  troth of profits

from which they feed.

The real enemy is not
The man women or child
on the street
but Satan
through the powers that be
that lurk in the shadows
in obscurity.


Peter Dome.copyright.2014.March.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014

Details | Acrostic |

Fear of Terrorism

Fear of Terrorism

T raumatized tortured tumultuous feelings of trepidation
E ncapsulating effervescing emotions everywhere eventually
R esponding rapidly to ruthless and relentless repetition of
R evelations of  revolutionaries remorseless rapaciousness
O bstreperously obliterating outrageously the innocent
R etributions replicate as ramifications remonstrate
I nsurrection insidiously intensifies as ideologies immortalize
S trategically surreptitiously suffocating silently sons sanity
M ankind muses meticulously as methodologies morph into misery


John Derek Hamilton
March 24,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Family Matters

In the attic, above wooden floor,
through the hallway of psychotic, locks upon my door,
near the broken window and glass of the sore,
hiding in the shadows,
bloodstains on the wall.

 Number nine,
house at the end of the street,
where lights are low,
where silent never sleep.

Copyright © Miche Ulman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballade |

fire angel

It’s the story of an angel with sparkling white feathered wings,
Whose halo shines bright & voice is enchanting when she sings.
Her eyes had a glint that makes you fall in love,
She brought with her all the peace that was above.
In her mind, earth was a place full of joy & happiness
Until a day that erased all her glee, all her gladness.
She used to think that all people are beatific & pure
Then she discovered most of them were cruel and insecure.
[She became a]

Refrain:

Fire angel
Her wings have turned to flames of hell
Fire angel
In her mind nothing goes well
Fire angel
When you see her you can tell
She’s a fire angel, a fire angel
Fire angel
Anything she does turns from good to bad
Fire angel
She used to laugh now she’s always sad
Fire angel, fire angel yeah fire angel

Red eyes, black hair, always in the shadow
Instead of feeling high she’s always being low 
Don’t get too close to her she could burn you
She’s a volcano who erupted & destroyed everything too 

What could change her back now?
If you know please tell us how
To keep her from being rude
Wickedness has filled her heart
And now she’s falling apart
Please change her bad mood

*Refrain

After she lost each & every bit of hope she had
And when nothing could convince her this world isn’t bad,
She found a bright light in the dark; she found her soul mate
And ended up forgetting all spite, anger and hate.
[She’s no more a] 
Fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel
Extinct fire she’s angelic
[Again…cause she’s no more]
The fire angel
Whose wings have turned to flames of hell
The fire angel
In whose mind nothing goes well
Fire angel,fire angel
Now her heart beats sound like music
Fire angel
Now she’s ambitious, strong and epic
Fire angel

Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Wasted Life

Wasted life is wasted time. 
Bullet freed can't be undone. 
Method of a senseless crime. 
Muzzle flashing from the gun. 

Screaming curses fill the air. 
No sense is there to be found. 
Silent mouthing of a prayer. 
Lying frozen on bloody ground. 

Riots explode flash to ignite. 
Stand in the shadow of the law. 
Faces glaring out from midnight. 
Pain exposed like a fist to a jaw. 

Lights flashing and sirens wail. 
Helmets looking out over shields. 
Lifeless body of a young male. 
Jack boots stomping killing fields. 

Sweet Charlotte weeps tonight. 
Hold her tight in a gentle caress. 
Find the answers to make it right. 
Lift the feeling of us under duress. 


Written on 9/22/16

Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Disdain from a Bull to a Cow

To stay right on one opinion, all must belong deviations and differences no matter how logical, stay wrong. Socializing with others is a forceful and noisy drag integrating is impossible, rather prefer to be an isolated bag. Based on accent, appearances and names to others, these men treat the societal value of some, measured by what they eat. Strong opinions in opposition to reasoning for logic to marvel humanity, one step towards tragedy in life’s endless Novel. A strict brotherhood with an ideology as its drive having a dangerous will to hinder any other’s strive. Human manipulations and disasters to change nature’s stage systematically cutting off the rest to give theirs undue advantage. So much lessons we have to learn from the past yet the exhibition of man’s cruelty still lasts. Evil doers, acting as nature’s sons in disguise making it shocked and look in surprise. All lives are cultivated by God’s tractor yet discrimination and persecution lay on him as the factor. As the Earth becomes smaller, civilization and globalization cope actualizing a world of fine mixture which is our hope.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Scars Left Behind

Fear, Terror, Agony then darkness
This night I will never forget 
You ruined my life, you hurt me so bad
You left my life in ruins; you bruised me black and blue
Now I hate you with a vengeance, because you 
Chose to sexually assault me on this very night
Your strength to great, your body so large,
I could not move an inch, I was pinned down hard.

Ripped blouse, skirt torn, no buttons left on at all
Begging you to stop you just went on telling me to shut up
Your evil sperm had entered into my body so pure
Without listening to my pleas, you ignored my cries of pain
You had one thing on your mind, to get inside of me.
I prayed to God give me strength to get me through that night.
After you had done your worst, and glared as if you’d won
You drove me home after that, nothing was said again.


I’d hoped that some way, someday that you would be hurt back
Or maybe even worse, because of what you did to me 
Would forever be a reminder of the agony I felt that night.
Feeling sick after a few weeks, the Doctor told me the worst
I was eight weeks along, he expected me to be pleased, 
As he consoled me, I sobbed out my sad tale about that night
He'd told me to  report you, I said,” I can’t do that he’s my boss.
He’d say that it was consensual and deny it, if I said a thing.”
 
Now you know why I hate this man so much
He stole my innocence before I was ready to let it go
I hope someday that he will pay for this hateful evil thing
I pray by now that he has paid for all my pain and grief.
If someone had the misfortune of having this same fate
My heart goes out to all of you, for all the men you must hate
Hopefully by now your wounds are healed or healing has begun
In addition, you’re filling your life like me now, with lots of love and fun.

By Beauty28

Copyright © Pam Woolford | Year Posted 2013