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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 | Didactic |

The Moral Point of Cinderella

Cinderella was disliked by her family, 
Her step-mother and her sisters;
Whilst she was kind and generous, 
They were evil and boisterous. 

All her family had a weight problem, 
But she was sim and elegant, 
Amorous and thoughtful, 
Coy, clever and somewhat bashful. 

But she hated everyday living, 
As she was just a housemaid and  a cook, 
So she most definitely wanted to attend the ball, 
Where the prince could at her look. 

But her step-mum said no, 
And both her sisters did gloat,  
So she knew she must escape, 
From her sinking boat. 

If your sociology is bad, 
You can believe in whoever for you so cares, 
And her role-model was her fairy godmother, 
Who in her did hope and for her had dares. 

She made it such that Cinders could, 
Attend the ball looking good, 
By transforming what they had themselves, 
Into a ball-gown and carriage with hood. 

The prince instantly fell in love, 
With Cinderella and her way, 
But she rushed off only leaving him her shoe, 
To follow up on her foreplay. 

Love comes above all else, 
When things are grim and rough, 
And you must determinedly secure, 
Those hope-beads that are made of good stuff. 

When you just can't find morality in your life,
The monarch’s voice stands for you,
And the King said that his son,
Should search for his love in the many and the few.

So he searched for her in every house, 
Finding her in a cold, locked room, 
And she insisted on trying on his treasured shoe,
Taking opportunity which banished all her gloom. 

You need to take opportunity with both hands, 
By its horns, steadfast and sure, 
And even make things happen when no light shines, 
So that you beckon and you lure. 

The prince forced a physical trial, 
Of the shoe on each ones foot, 
‘Cos love is physical, not just social, 
And is not just psychology’s reboot. 

Ok, Cinder’s godmother was a magic one,  
Not real to her step-mum or sisters, 
But when you’re suppressed and called inferior, 
Your thoughts are valid for your interior. 

Your actions are right, 
And morality is with you, 
Not those with money or riches, 
Whose selfish deeds do not do. 

Being born to abusive parents, 
Being born different, poor or destitute, 
Doesn't mean you must be such forever, 
Just that you need to be most resolute. 

So Prince Charming whisked her off, 
Right out of her house and her life, 
And that should be for all of us, 
Where hurt and hardship are rife. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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 | 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 | Elegy |

Rondelet: Yang be evil

Rondelet: Yang be evil

  for the continuously raped and hidden
     minors of India

Yang be evil
Yin acts with rash impunity 
Yang be evil
No power controls the Devil
Wombs despoiled in mad enmity
Innocence: raped humanity
Yang be evil

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haibun |

A Daughter's Protector

quick! grab the soft rose
your hand now aching, bloodied
thorns unconsidered

life's dream isn't always what it suddenly seems in ice cream's melted hope
not when a yearning man is twisted; turning, churning curdles sweet milk sour
carnal captivity, the new little girl's horror, where slavery spreads her legs
life's little trick, survivals mindless instinct, plays it's vicious, ace in the heart card

a zygote's military resolve
an embryo doesn't consider

precious life somehow swims forth in a plastic, kiddie plunge
the wet nurse has no degree, but life hangs, by an umbilical balance

dreams are reality thwarted by circumstance

time bides, love does not divide, it grows feral strong with fowl gazes ever watching
forced sharing, twisted family time, memories remain, an anchor in deepest abyss
forward, for a daughter's faint, possible, distant. infinitely small, maybe someday
light, a pinprick, blind chance, endured, survived, conquered with love alone, hero

Amanda Berry:
"You've been looking for me;
Hurry, I'm free now!"

Copyright © Michael Cahill | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Memoir of an African-American Man, Mother

                     —Statue of Ebony Black—

A woman who cried for freedom,
not for herself but on behalf of her children
whose lives are compelled to lie and rise in the cradle
placed under evil stars, was the woman who was put into 
compulsory labor under scorching sun throws sweltering heat from above.

The woman who was tossing herself on the bed at night
oppressed by night after night’s hideous dream
was the woman who lost her husband 
under the strokes of merciless lashes.

When her son was sold to a slave trader for filthy lucre,
he was shackled and headed to unknown destinations with heavy dragging feet.
When he turned his frightened face back to have his last look at his beloved mother, the gunstock struck him and a whip cracked in the air.

The mother’s soul wailed without a sound. In her eyes, not of the anger 
nor of the relinquishment but too cruel to say that it is her destiny, bitter 
tears welled up and fell onto spell filled wilderness. 

The woman who never had enjoyed 
praise on her cute trickery at her childhood, 
never given an opportunity to bloom as a beautiful flower 
that bashfully stands in the corner of a fence in her susceptible adolescent age, 

taken her passion of tender caring motherly love for the children away, 
not even allowed to possess a least dignity as to exist as a human being, 
goes after the trail that the son had left in her barefoot, holding an everlasting rancor in her heart, the ill sentiment that will never be lapsed.

At the end, her spirit, such a sorrowful woman’s spirit,
broke the chain of bondage that bits into the flesh
like canine-teeth and locked like a jaw of the fierce beast
for long and tiring years.

She cries out with a painful heart-rending cry,
by the shore where the water surges high,
where the sun rises every morning to tell us
that there is always a new day if we believe in it.

“Send my lost husband back to his beloved wife!
return my taken-away son to his lonely mother!
let’s approve a little space 
that enables us to live as a one happy family.”

The statue of Ebony Black,
the woman who was forced to live her entire life in misery,
now stretches her arms with broken chains hanging from her wrists,
looking in air half knelt and crying
“Let me free from this misery,”
in past, though unpleasant, 
and therefore, no one ever wants to look back 
or recall, yet lives in thoughtful ones’ heart with remorse.

Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

A Mother and Lost Child

Here's  a terrifying piece of news about every mother's nightmare...
Happened in broad daylight with numerous customers everywhere...

A mother, busy festive shopping in a local retail store, was distracted for a couple of minutes...
She had her eyes and hand on her sweet little girl of 6 for all but a couple of minutes..

She turned around, panic rising but her sweet darling was nowhere to be found..
Her frantic eyes scoured all over as she desperately searched the whole floor...

Acting fast, she informed the supervisor of the store, and a alarm was sounded...
Panic button was hit and there was a security lockdown immediately effected...

Exit points were secured and free movement among the customers was curtailed...
An immediate search operation kicked in while a loving mother wallowed in despair..

For some 10 minutes it was high suspense noticeably tangible in the air... 
Patrons and management alike intensified search in rising desperation..

Until a scream of exultation pierced through the tumultuous situation and turmoil...
A moment of pin dropped silence hung suspended in the air as all involuntariy recoiled...

Then a frantic throng of people rushed in haste to the wash room area....
To witness the emergence of a security lady craddling a bedraggled little girl..

The little girl was a sight, her long hair was half cropped, she was dazed...
Gone was her dainty little dress, she was in a garish pair of pants, eyebrows shaved...

There was a few seconds of shocked silence, then the mother rushed forward..
A huge roar of approval erupted and claps of elation thundered in unison...

Loving parents, do take heed for this was no figment of my imagination....
It did happen and the local daily papers headlined this episode for attention...

All it takes is some 5 minutes for a predator to lead away an innocent child...
In their evil ways, predators have endless devious means to sneak away your child...

I hope this little prose of mine is pleasant enough reading but let it be clear...
The message within is a dire warning to all parents who hold their loved ones dear...

Please be forewarned for dangers abound in the wide world out here...
Please be forearmed in order you and your loved ones are in the clear...

Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

I Knew Someone Who Wanted to End It All

I Knew Someone Who Was Ready to “End It All!” I knew of someone who just wanted “to end it.” Giving up on life, and did not want to “defend it.” It was a heart wrenching and difficult situation. He said what he wanted to, with no explanation! I could see his face and the sad look in his eyes! What he was going to do next, was anyone’s surprise. He turned to drugs and encountered addictions. With this brought much disease and afflictions! He gave up on the wonderful family that was given. And turned to a pretty wild and crazy way of livin’! I told him about a God who loves him very deeply. As he listened, he began to grow restless and weary. I reached for his hand and began to pray for God’s power! It was a miracle! The blood of Jesus changed him that hour! The spirit of God brought healing and hope to his body! He was so excited! He rushed out to tell everybody! The “end” that he wanted, seemed to just fade away! For the son of the living God, changed him this day! The glory of God, and the power of Jesus’ resurrection… Changed him! And got him going in a NEW direction! He’s so thankful for the blood of Christ’ atonement! And is a different person now, because of that moment! This same Jesus loves and can do the same for YOU! Through the problems of life… He will see you through! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Carpe Diem |


The illusion of being separate,
Is the source of all our misery.
We are imprisoned in a periphery
A shell of limited moral/mortality
Our mistake was to divorce nature.
To create a space so separate.
In order to emancipate
A self-serving space,
Out of order, out of place.
We are one.
With Nature loss,
And space:
Capricious and alone,
The cost of creativity 


By Joel Thornton

Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |


Somewhere in Africa, the cries of a woman
Bearing immense cutting pain
Wishing life not as cruel as it is 
And forgetting the excitement
That came with knowing her man.
Alas, it falls.
Almost like a creature, 
So bloody yet so fragile
Tiny fingers, tiny legs, tiny arms; 
Whatever shall I call her
“Naa awula” indeed, 
She will be my lady; my only lady 
Spread the word my dear sisters, 
For today a new member has joined us
Seven days, seven days it will be.
 And the world will say her name
Pray we must; 
My little lady ought to dwell amongst us
Let no evil eye beseech her
Let no evil mouth revile her
Let no evil hands stroke her
For seven days it will be
 Just seven days.
Hail to the sun, for we present Naa Awula
Truth she must know and truth she will speak
Her feet shall flee from the wicked 
Lest she be bewitched.
Make merry, for she comes to stay.
Come round and present your gifts and blessings.
She will grow into a very beautiful maiden
She will know no pain
 But happiness
May she continue in the league of child birth.
Lest her face be drenched
 In the mud of mockery.
Lighten your hearts and grease your faces
Herein rises An African Woman.

Copyright © Victoria Nunoo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

The Bulldog Chomped The Boogeyman

There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble 
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.

The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear 
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.

He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight; 
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.

He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;   
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.

The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016

Details | Blank verse |

Blinded By Darkness

I was blinded by darkness
Not knowing where I planted each footfall
I had a body I had a heart
I had a mind and most of all a soul
I thought I was alive with happiness and joy
Alive with peace in my soul
But I was wrong dead wrong
I was all but dead to the world
It was Death that captured and trapped me
In a grave not letting go of me
In the end not knowing it was little ol’ me
Trying to breathe trying to fight my way out
Thinking I was almost there to the top but not even moving
I thought I was justified by my negativity and actions
Not knowing it was trapping me further down
Displaying the ignorance of my ways without caring for the ones I loved
The pain of it that was caused went noticed 
Everyone telling me but not realizing it until now
Letting the deceit and evil willingly roll off my tongue
Thinking I was always right on everything
Thinking that all I need was the trust of man
No matter how long I sat by the fire I was cold
Even when the sunlight was resting upon my skin
I was still ice cold as Death’s very own 
I did not think that life would be this dead within
The darkness of the ice cold abyss of the grave yard
Picking and choosing what to do seems right but it wasn’t
Trying again and again until finally picking up the one thing 
That I thought would not help me in the long run
Thinking that I had all the love in the world 
Knowing that nothing can bring me down was one
Of the biggest lies I made myself believe for so long
Thinking I had fait and love in my life but I was wrong
And in the end all there  is was nothing but darkness 
Deceit and evil rolling off the tongues of you so called 
People walking blindly through the shadows
Of the ever present grasp of Deaths darkest abyss
Of all the wickedness that has been committed in my life 
Why now has the Mighty Father and Mother given me a second chance 
Why have they forgiven me of my sins without a second thought
Have I really forgiven myself so the Father the Mother and the Divine
To enter my body my mind my heart and my soul
Has the Lord and the Lady really seen that I have been trying to 
Change and to become an adult woman mentally so my 
Husband can rely on me in the time of need like now
I thought I was ready to begin a life with kids 
Until I realized that I am still one myself
How will the Lord and Lady tell me when I am ready to have
The family I want with my husband who is my soulmate 
All I can do is wait ever so patiently for the moment
The Lord and Lady will tell me when I am ready 
Inside that dark grave a white light came to me
With a hand to pull me out of my hole I dug and saved me
From my own condemned version of hell after praying 
They deliver me from my sins and the trespasses I’ve done
What are people going to do when they see me 
Completely changed after the long visit to LCJ
God and Goddess thank you for saving my when I thought 
There was no way for me to be saved and unworthy of it
Again thank you for everything I currently have
In my life my wonderful loving husband that only
Sees the potential in me all the time and the love he 
Gives so unconditionally to me even when I 
Do wrong in his eyes or the law’s eyes please 
Show him the same lovingkindness and forgiveness you 
Have so heavily laid on me to realize and forgive 
Myself and those around me like I should
Have so long ago when you tried to show me the light
I have forgiven myself of the anger and hate I had
For my adopted family and now it is in the past I cannot 
Change that but however I can change how the future 
Goes by what I say and plan to do now today
I can look back not so long ago the darkness that 
Covered my eyes then and hope the light keeps the veil away
I can see all the negative emotions that were running 
And controlling me I had no idea what to do 
Now I am grateful for the things I have for 
The things I have come to realize on top of everything
I am the most thankful to you in my life 
When I thought I did not deserve the love 
And the care you have shown me 
Love is for an eternity, not just a second, minute, hour or even a day. 

Copyright © Amber Stratton | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Said the New Jersey Bomber A Terrorist

Said the terrorist,
Terrorized and
radicalized by what the mind dictates.
Spreads it’s evil into the eyes,
stares into arrogance
justifies presumptuous actions 
and forces you to comply. 

Did I not think?
Once done,
irreversible these actions?
But no,
this rude bravado
assumes it carries the weight of God.
Who am I to dictate such ignorance?
They do on to me and so I do unto them?
For whom?
Did God ask you to take revenge?
No that is of your choice.
I chose my actions.
The devil speaks into both ears,
into your eyes,
into your visions,
into your hands,
into everything you do.
You become the devil’s advisory,
a chilling killer.
Think again!
God is not on your side!

Why do we do what we do?
our infectious mind
spreads through the eyes,
motivate our visions 
till we comply.
© Al. Juman  The "said" Poet  7/7/2016

Copyright © Al Juman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |


Oliver came to the final decision, that he 
would never find the long lost son of the 
queen.He searched and searched but 
continued to hit a brick wall. All he had to 
go on was the address of the home for 
unwed mothers and the date the male 
child was born. The home was no longer 
there it was now an apartment complex. 
As he was deep in thought his phone rang.
" Oliver you have to get home now"
"What is it mother?"
"Son it's the queen.  She is in real bad 
shape and she has been rushed to the 
hospital. Oliver she needs you dear."
"I'm on my way mother." He stated with 
tears running down his face. Although
the Queen was from royal blood, she 
never treated him or his family like the
help. She treated them like family, to 
Oliver she was the grandmother he never 
had. A few hours later the dark shadow
that followed his every move placed his
own phone call.
"Sir I don't know what has come up but
Oliver is at the New York airport.  He's on
his way back home. He looks terrible and
you can tell that he's been crying. To put it
bluntly he looks like someone has died."
"He must have heard about my poor aunt.
The Queen is gravely ill if you know what 
I mean?  That crown will be mines in no 
time and I can't wait."
As Winfred hung up the phone two single
tears ran down his cheek.  He loved your
"grace" too in his own special way. He was 
also sad for the kingdom because he knew
Prince Jacob had a heart of stone.

Alexis Y.

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Nothing else matters

I feel your breath, still frightened to death, But as long as, I have faith in my prayers. Nothing else matters. The rivals don't know, the power of mother, Who stands by you, who loves and cares. Nothing else matters. You are safe in my arms, open your eyes, Let me kiss your forehead, wipe your tears. Nothing else matters. I shall shield you, from devil's dark shadow, I believe your say, not what said by others. Nothing else matters. World is evil, I am afraid of your innocence, But I will make you strong, in coming years. Nothing else matters. Trust me for once, you are my reason to live, Wake up my child, and give me all your fears. Nothing else matters. April 18, 2016. Song: Metallica - Nothing else matters Cliche: Frightened to death Image: #1 Lyrics cliché image - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One Any Poem Written In April 2016 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Laura Loo

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Child to Mother

Why must you hate me
Show me that you love me
Why can't I get close to you
Hold your hand and comfort you
Why do you throw me
and savagely beat me
All I want is a little love
A small gesture that you care
Why do you show me so much hatred
Why do you abuse me
Is this what life is
I'll be free of you one day

Now that I'm older
Is that you dying 
Why can't I feel anything but relief
I can only stare at your suffering
Karma got you in the end
I'm still confused 
did I, or did I not love you
I never did understand you 
One day a forgotten distant memory

Copyright © Tahira Parveen | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

secret letter to you mother


I don't know why I bother to try

even though I know, you'll never be satisfied.

I'm not what you want, and I'm not what you need.

but you're twisting and turning my reality.

I'm lost in the shuffle,

buried with my troubles.

you're killing my emotions, and  losing my trust.

and you look at me with a sense of disgust
this is my world, and  you are my fear.

I think things would be better, without you near.

I'm losing myself and cowering down to you.

you're words they are permanent to me, just like a tattoo.

you're always right behind me, pushing me way to far.

cut me open, see the pattern of my scars.

all these people that think they're so tough.

try being reminded that you're never good enough.

you're killing me slowly, and I'm almost dead.

I imagine you smile as you drift off to bed.

this isn't right, this isn't fair.

it's nothing, I don't expect you to care.

I'll paint this world, with my list of regrets.

I'll burn this city with my ashes and I'll forget

that you weren't fair.

 and maybe I'll be saved from this horrid despair.

I know who's right and I know who's wrong.

but you'll figure it out, once I'm finally gone

Copyright © alainey craig | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse |

Random jibberish

You tell me to show you my pain,
Declare me insane when I bleed the veins,
Weather change as I speak the rain,
Stand over Judy's grave,
As I become society's slave,
Apply the stress to my chest,
Nest and rest as I play with your ********,
So dangerous when you live spontaneous,
Don't be oblivious and remain cautious,
Read the red lines in real times,
Don't be unkind to the blind,
Cast no judgement because only god can judge me,
Speak your hypocrisy so religiously,
No real Christianity when it's all corrupted by society,
The democracy has brainwashed humanity so cleverly,
Money is taken from the poor and given to celebrities,
Government acts so rapidly to bail out the monopolies,
No one speaks against... afraid of a treason offense,
We steadily sit on the fence avoiding deadly objects,
Much respect to mother ****ers who are the "rejects",
Avoiding the evil serpent is my main objective,
From a different perspective you might see evil from different directions,
Causing the cancer infection hoarding the evil since we find it collective,
Body's torment keeps your emotions dormant,
Looking at your friend knowing the mother ****er is an informant,
It's important to keep your friends close... enemies closer,
Life imprisonment is the jury's final verdict,
Try to predict actions from foreign objects,
Can't stop it so I just try to remain constant,
The instant you take a infant makes you an evil sergeant,
The youth get pregnant and claim an accident,
Such a statement doesn't justify the child abandonment,
Mankind is heading for damnation constantly giving into temptation,
Avoiding hatred constipation you become a self medicated patient,
You claim I have no advancement since I work at a fast food establishment,
Bet you feel real accomplished since I make more then you washing dishes,
****ing *****es don't know the changes I made with multiple faces,
I broke out of the cages just to be rejected on blank pages,
I crawled out of the quick stand but apparently that means no ambitions,
Keep the cheek to tongue speech to all those who remain to leech,
I'm not bleak when I speak... Go suck off someone with vanerial disease,
I persuaded mother to provide you with visitation,
So your frustration taken out on me isn't appreciated,
It's so strange how incapable of change mankind remains,
Try to rearrange and steer away from the same,
Keep unprotected as the semen is injected,
Responsibilities neglected as you remain an adolescent

Copyright © Eric Petry | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |


Long ago in a small village lived an Innocent good and true and demure
She denied an unwanted suitor making advances she could not endure
Rejected, the enraged suitor swore revenge relishing his role as Accuser
He rumored:  “She’s a witch” and persuaded other villagers to condemn her
The day for the burning of the Innocent falsely condemned as a Witch
Drew a restless village crowd whose mood reached a fevered pitch
The edgy villagers await Accuser’s nod to finally set the fire
While a mournful dirge is tolled from the town’s sole church spire
The faggots collected are piled high to prolong the anticipated ordeal
The Innocent has no hope there will be any last minute repeal
Behind the edge of the forest the Innocent’s daughter (The Witch) stands
Preparing to overpower the Accuser’s Evil Deed so close at hand
The Witch’s Power forcefully ignites, often sizzling, sometimes bitterly cold 
And as sights and sounds mute and fade the Witch’s commands are told:

“I order that my Mother’s tortured body be caressed by a healing sea breeze
Sprinkling her with misted moisture to protect and give her ease
I command departed Witches to lift my Mother off the deadly pyre
I vow her Accuser will one day expire in a spontaneous-induced fire
All that may frighten or harm my Mother has been commanded to disappear
Her hands are freed of the binding ropes bound so tight that blood did appear
The female form now bound on the stake is naught but an empty shell
I charge that Accuser’s Evil Deed shall in like fashion be his death knell.”

The loving sanctuary of the Witch’s Mother is protected by The Witch’s Rule
Another Rule ends the Evil unleashed by Accuser, a devious sadistic Fool
The Witch commands the villagers to leave and they go but know not why
The Accuser is horrified that his intended revenge has gone completely awry
Accuser’s Deed is defeated; knowing not his deed is ultimately self-corroding
The Accuser swiftly takes his leave overcome with great fear and foreboding.
The Witch will seek justice for her Mother and doubts not it will be attained
For she faithfully obeys The Witch’s Rule so it will be eternally sustained.

The Witch’s Rule sought Chosen Ones who evolved and came to be
Its Ancient Essence soared the Ages reaching Home in its Devotees
Securing an unbroken succession only its Chosen can perform or decree
In each Generation only One Witch is Chosen as The Witch’s Rule ordains 
At the Heart of The Witches Rule is an edict the Text contains
“A Ruling Witch is required to destroy Evil so Justice and Goodness reigns.”

Copyright © Carol Zic | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Now tell me what is this thing, what does it represent?

Will we be able to comprehend it’s meaning to our heart’s content?

Why does it fill the soul with such a strange wonderment?

Making us feel and cherish our life’s every moment


The way it makes us feel is like we are being nourished

The earth’s love and warmth making us flourish

Thinking of mother earth’s love that we all cherish

Without the gifts of the earth humankind will perish


It is but truly fitting to make a bell out of the image

To wake up those whose thoughts had been sleeping in this age

We may not be as wise I and as intelligent as the bygone royal sage

But we should know that a battle against evil in this time should be waged

Now even the weather system is suddenly changing

Our dear mother earth’s health is slowly failing

We are having worldwide disasters that are alarming

Effects of what is called everywhere as global warming

Do we stay deaf to the earth’s mournful call?

Can’t we hear it calling, can’t we hear it toll?

Will we be a part of mankind’s end, the human race’s downfall

In saving our dear mother’s life shouldn’t we give our all?

There is evil destruction being done to nature and we know it well

Destroying trees, killing animals just to have something to sell

Destroying the environment wantonly, creating our own hell

It’s time to hark, and hear the call of the earth mother bell

Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

A Cemetery's condo

Every morning, an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my window taunting 
and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss.  The worst case is not this thing called death 
but the abuse of love that my parents fill into my bruised soul, a child I am no more but I 
can still remember the time I cried as one and cried and cried until the face of a frustrated 
mother came to ease my pain, and her own unease mind.  Disorder clouded my mind but as 
a child I did not fully understand what these emotions where, for is a mother not there to 
ease her Childs pains, and is a mother not there also to ease her children’s emotional pains.  
I can vouch that my physical pain was eased but spiritually my emotions ran wild like a pack 
of wolfs searching for the hunter who wielded with him the ax grief.  I respect my parents 
like any child should, and I disobey them like any child shouldn’t, but what I feel towards 
them is different than disobedient and anger. It feels as if loath itself is creeping up into my 
heart then into my head like the words of a woman who clouds all sense of reasoning.  I 
laugh but I cannot truly feel happy even when they do try to appease me in the way I want 
to be appeased or so they do think for we never truly speak. I love them; I loathe them, for 
I am an outcast even amongst outcasts for they say they know pain but not all pain is 
physical for trauma has kissed and slept inside my heart but has it done the same in theirs 
also. I shall never know for trauma has chained us into the comfort of its hellish bed and 
sealed our lips like everything that is true in life. I am loath now, I am pain now, I am evil 
incarnate, but I am an evil whose pain and loath seek nothing but the comfort of peace. 
Every morning I wake, and an overview of death’s tombstones is perched outside my 
window taunting and haunting me with the scent of a hollow kiss and I wonder when is the 
day that I will fall prey under the temptation of its kiss. Death is literally around the corner 
for I live by a cemetery’s condo.

* Just a story but i have put SOME of my feelings and my own life experience in there.

Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |


Joseph-----born in October 1994—to your Mother and her family.
When I collided with your Mother—in 1993—all she was-
absence for------was you!
All she would declare is---She needed a child to complete her- 
A Son or Daughter ----that did not matter to her!

If this echo is all too familiar--- I assure you--- it is NOT!
You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
You have only known one view of this great epic —But--- today—you 
will hear of THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Forced by your Mother and her family to NEVER--- have communion 
with you!

Given your Mother’s madden name at birth--- you lived in her- 
Unable to communicate with the out-side world--- forced to never-
have communion ---with me--- MY ONLY SON!!
You see my dearest Joseph--- you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 

It would seem some evil force be-hide the whole perplexity.
You force by your mother and family---- into--- a fatherless child’s-- world
Me forced to live with-out----- my only Son—which cause YOU to be-
I am sure reality has been restrained from YOU-----your entire life.

 Only one BEING would know my PAIN--- without you-- MY ONLY 
But---- HE sent HIS-- only SON to the CROSS--- To die for you and me.
Beaten, bruised, tormented and Crucified----beyond recognition---for OUR SINS!!
ALL THANKS be to HIS Heavenly Father----because with-out HIM---
you would not have a Padre.

You see --my dearest Joseph --you are THE MISSING -- FATHER’S SON.
If some evil force is present—he would know that the HEAVENLY—
Father is your father ------after all.
Because HE -----and HE alone ----can only be a Father to the 
I leave with you my final plea—you would KNOW HIM as your- 



Copyright © Wayne Mattison | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Not A Mother

Your smile held the sunshine
Clearing the clouds in the sky
Your voice a singsong
A quiet comfort in the nighttime 
Your grace unmatched
You were beauty all on your own
Yet your beauty was illusory 
No one knew the truth
It was a rouse to hide the hate living in you

Laughing with me at a passing joke
Then spilling your words of disdain down my throat
You would giggle so sweetly
Then be enraged within the blink of an eye
I never knew whether to laugh or cry
Nor could I predict which way you would sway
So I never wanted to face another confusing day

But your deceitful beauty held my heart
I could never separate illusion from the truth
Surely such an angelic smile could not disguise an evil mind
Surely such soft hands caressing mine
Could not be the same ones bruising my skin

One could see how that would confuse
But now with age I can comprehend the truth
You were not a mother, you were not yourself
You had an illness for which you would not get help
I choose now, Mother, to see you in Heaven's light
A beautiful soul no longer trapped in your own mind

Copyright © Claudia McCracken | Year Posted 2017

Details | Didactic |

Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt

With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,

For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.

Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;

The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.

Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2006

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Unclean to the evil....

Young girl watches as her mother is raped
The blood in her body runs cold 
Her fear is shown with every tear
Noone there to stop the crulity that is taking over
A village being cleansed of culture
As my mother lays dead 
I scream to the demon 
You may take my body to hell
But never my spirit 
As the life is removed from my being
I am free of fear no more a single tear
From above I watch as my village is slaughtered
The clearest of river now pours red
The beauty of my land is now devils land
A domination of men of power I spit on them
A dirty word as they are nothing except murderous evil souls
Day by day year by year hour by hour minute by minute 
So many lives are tortured as they die with the massacres
An elimination of ethnic wonders are now silent
Men women the youngest of child and the oldest around
All to be set aside in a grave of brutal domain
Fire burns its fiery its vision is angered
Savage men violently eliminate the undesired ethnic ones
They hold inner weakness of a blinded power
To intentional murder in such unforgiving crimes
There is no excuse for man to be so unconcerned
An intimidation far from beauty as nature once conserved
Now my innocences within my spirit walks by holding my mother's hand 
As we now are free from such evil times within man

All love and blessings to the victims of Ethnic cleansing may there souls now run free ...

Copyright © sarah hales | Year Posted 2010