Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eye'd,
Such seems your beauty still.
~ William Shakespeare
I have looked into the mirror
Looking for a trace....a trace of my youth
A trace of the girl that I used to be...
Is she there? Buried deep? Is she still part of me?
Years can't be halted, change can't erase..
And there...in my face, are the lines of experience
Stories and time...I see staring back at me
A part of me wants to grieve for that girl
The girl that I was.. Has she vanished for good?
Oh, I do understand....
That I can't hang on to "then"..
To days long ago, when time was our friend
When summers, together, seemed never to end
But, then............ , here by chance, we meet up once again.....
Our friendship born in childhood..so young, and carefree
You...with bright eyes, and brown hair that fell long
Around your high cheeks ...and a wide, gamin smile!
You were the one who's light shined so brightly
Who's charm, laugh, and wisdom I fondly admired
A girlhood where we danced together in sweet grass under sunny skies
And under nighttime stadium lights, to the music of the high school band
After years, that have taken us to separate worlds
In my mind, and in my dreams you have always been
The fair maiden, the one who held my hand
Two girls who made promises...who sat in the dark, under a summer sky
And talked of our "somedays", of our future, our hopes
By the light of the moon, we wished upon the stars
Now here in this moment, I have found you again
And here in this moment, I have found "me" again....
I can be that girl again....as we share our history
our moment in the sun, ....I am "her", again!..
I can be that child, I can be fifteen, I can wear a crown, upon a teenaged throne...
And I can still dance to the sound of the drum, and the tuba,
I can sing football songs, and gossip about the boys,
and make fun of the stuck-up girls
and laugh about the teachers we didn't like,
and about the night of the prom, when I cried in your arms
I can hear Johnny Mathis singing "Misty", and the words will make me weep
I can hear "Canadian Sunset" as it lulls me off to sleep
Perhaps the stars have faded a bit...but beyond the weary miles
They still shine when I look into your eyes...my dear friend, from the past...
They will shine through the ages.........where a summer will always last....
For Frank's Contest:
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
by: Eric L. Boddie
Love for this girl has already set in
It is friendly, but I still have to grin
God Is In you, I don't have to pretend
Every word I have read lets me know that I will win
Long after our connection, your words will still begin
Lasting inspiration as if it were the newest trend
And I will be the perpetrator....killing them with my pen....
Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2015
The evening star glowing in a dust choked sky.
A girl stands by a window, with a tear in her eye.
She stares at the scene, hardly visible through the grime.
She whispers in the wind, “Bring my Dad home this time”
She opens the window, and climbs outside,
Having a flashlight, in her hand, as her guide.
Its glow shows the sides of the street.
She’s afraid for what the light will meet
Bodies piled everywhere she turns,
She wants to go home, and never return.
What brought this fate upon her town?
All her emotions are stripped and torn down.
A frightening sound explodes in her ear.
Shadows in the road now appear.
She run and hides behind a broken wall
Praying to god the rest doesn’t fall.
Footsteps coming closer to her
She can’t tell who because it’s all a blur
She backs away further so not to be seen in light,
Quieting her heart pounding from fright.
Gun shots and screams fill the air,
All these sounds, her ears couldn’t bear.
A slight whimper slips from her lips,
And over the broken stone she trips.
The shadows run closer, showering her heart with fear,
She wishes they would just disappear.
They pass by her; she fills with delight,
She just wants to see her dad tonight.
She shines the light, to show her place,
And to the shine comes a familiar face.
She doesn’t understand who’s to blame
Because on the tag shows her father’s name.
She holds in her tears and refrains from crying.
She falls to the ground where her dad was lying.
She lifts his arm and buries her face in his chest.
She closes her eyes wanting to forget the rest.
The shadows emerge yet she doesn’t see,
How close the end for her would be.
They look down at her, aim, shoot, and fire.
Being with her dad is her only desire.
The night had ended causing a little girl harm
But she took her last breath, in her father’s arms.
Copyright © Candice Vega | Year Posted 2009
For a girl named Debbie; who won me over with her words-
Damn girl you know your way with words,
the way they explode with power and feeling
just gets me entangled in the flow of your poetry.
You're good girl, your a woman who knows her stuff,
I like that in a woman,
whose not afraid to show her heart,
to burn up a piece of paper with hot glare of emotions
of love and hate and everyday life.
You can write about anything and everything,
and have it sound good to the reader's heart,
Damn girl you know you won my heart,
your way with words is like a hot knife slicing though cold butter,
and my nerves rattle and my heart skips a beat
when you start writing about love.
Damn this girl is good,
she knows her stuff,
with a portrait of Edgar Allan Poe hanging over her wall,
as she sits with lights dimmed, she writes of the darkest days,
she makes 'em and she breaks 'em with her words.
And she writes whatever comes to her mind,
a day taking her meds,
or a day with or without love,
or just another day living her life;
she speaks out to whatever comes to her mind,
and that is what I admire in a lovely poetess like her.
This poem is for a girl named Debbie,
a girl whose words won me over.
-a dedication poem to one of my fellow poets; Debbie Mills-Kelly
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
Baby girl...I need you to know, that daddy will never leave again.
I've loved you since you were an embryo, and I'm hoping we can now be friends.
Baby girl...I want you to feel comfortable with me, and talk to me about things.
Things don't always fall into place so perfectly, but you're the melody playing on my
Baby girl...People are not perfect, even daddies make mistakes;
But my love for you is 100% correct, and being without you has caused so much
Baby girl...I'm so dang proud to be your father, and I want to be a figure you look up to.
Jasmine if I didn't care, this poem I wouldn't bother, and I'll gladly lay down my life for
Baby girl...I'll be behind you through it all, and you can always rely on me.
If you stumble, I'll catch you before you fall, and I'll try to be the best daddy!
Baby girl...Please smile for me and just know that although I secretly wanted a boy;
You're all I could ask for in a family, and you princess, are my pride and joy!!
Dedicated to my oldest daughter, "Jasmine Ann Anderson"
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2010
With long blond hair
And eyes of blue
This American girl
Would light up any room
With a complexion so fair
She walks tall and proud
When i see her picture
I want to sing out loud
If you happen to see
This American girl
She has much more beauty
Than a string of pearls
Romantic and kind
With a heart of gold
Pure and refined
To this American girl
At Christmas time
I'll be thinking of you
At Auld Lang Syne
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
I do not know?
I hope that
your Personal New Years
was everything a sixteen year young, lady
could ever wish for on her
Special New Year.
When you were a baby
I used to run into your room every time I heard you cry
Now I wish that I could embrace the
presence of your smile
of the bright shining star
brings warmth to the world and helps to
brighten, nourish, and replenish, every creature imbued by
the selfless rays induced by the presence of
her radiant glow.
You are that bright shining star
Though many may try and dim your light
It is the essence of an amiable heart that emits such an
Glimmer till you gleam, Flicker till you flame, Sparkle till you shine,
but never lose your glow
Dedicated To My Daughter Azariah
Copyright © AC Benford | Year Posted 2016
(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.
(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.
(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.
(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.
(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.
Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013
I was just trying to remember the past
trying to remember the good people
and the bad people,
that i came across on my way,
i want you to know
that you are among the good people
that left a good trace in my life,
once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.
Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012
I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...
While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...
Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved
So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving
You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...
Goodbye My Love...
Copyright © Andrew Shannon | Year Posted 2013
A Beautiful woman
Sweet Voice, Hypnotizing eyes
Displays of smiles
Emotions of lies
Life seems normal
No obvious dismays
Yet you have no idea about her life or necessary ways.
You would never know what story she has to tell
You would never know how she lives so well
Not an average career Yet one so real
Only the true Lipsticks now she truly feels.
Shadows with no name
Conversations with no face
Only thing relevant is the action taking place
Makeup just right
Hair up tight
Along with whispers in the night
They want to know more about her
So they try and converse
She accepts no emotional visitors
Strictly business & Dead presidents to place in her purse
Her lipstick leaves her mark
Dismisses those nameless shadows when the magic is done
Strictly pure survival
All work no fun
It Keeps the luxury in her pockets
A smile on her face
She a woman of strenth and undeniable grace
Sweet woman by day
A Beautiful host by night
Welcome to her world
Of a Lipstick Night
Copyright © Kioshi Love | Year Posted 2013
Based on a true story from a television documentary on Human Trafficking...an international crime with participants from a broad spectrum of society...occuring on a daily basis. I have only seen documentaries on the trafficking of young girls between the ages of 5 and above!! Law enforcers, it seems are fighting a losing battle against the men and women who sell and enslave young girls and I have no doubt, young boys as well.
Somewhere this day on planet earth
A Mother-to-be, while in labor, cries
Not so much for the mounting pain
Nor the fear of possible death
So many fears for the future…
“What lies ahead in the coming years?
What “fate” will meet my child?”
And added to all her heightened fears is…
Will she be there to protect her child?
Those dark years have now passed into decades
When Tanya walked the shadowy streets of the city at late night
While kids her age slept peacefully in their beds
They made her dress up so she’d looked twenty one
Days were spent locked in a room, under watchful eyes
She was fed cheap fast food to her young heart’s content
Soon she'd lose all hope of liberation
This was the second man she had been sold to
And after a while she’d adapt to the situation
Still fresh in her mind was that last day at school
In her backpack was her favorite teddy bear
Her Mother had chosen to believe her step-father again
Now that her twelfth birthday would be in a month
As no one cared, she decided to run away
While at the bus station she met this “nice” couple
Who listened to every word she spoke
They promised her a ride to any place she wished
And she’d always wanted to see Disney land
“Maybe, she thought, it’d be a birthday treat”
However, that would be another promise broken
Weeks dragged on and they bought her “stuff”
Although treated well, sometimes she still felt alone
Then one day came the grown up clothes and make up
That night her innocence was stolen once more
Later she’d try to make an escape
Only to be caught and tied to the bed post
‘Make it easy on yourself and accept your “fate”, she was told
That was years ago, although it seems like yesterday,
When arrested by a new officer on the vice squad
Who saw the flaw in the picture before him
The pimp gave no reasonable answer to the simple question
‘Why are you parked late at night on the street corner with a minor?’
Looking back over the years, she came to conclude that “Fate” is just another word, made up to cast aside blame; when we do not want to see the path we’ve chosen which has led us to our present state
When Pilate symbolically washed his hands, though he had power in that moment to act..
When there before him stood truth and innocence,
Yet, he chose to make a comfortable bed for his conscience
Today, Tanya is a college graduate and a Mother who has vowed not to leave anything to “fate”. She’d teach her children to take responsibility for the choices they make…
She would teach them that no one is of lesser value than another..
Male or female; black or white, all hues; rich or poor
All have a God given right to live free!
For: Richard's "Girl Rising" Contest
(3rd Place Win)
Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013
She smiles like nothing’s wrong
And pretends her sorrows would end soon
She laughs like there’s no tomorrow
Never minding life’s unpleasant blows
Yeah, she’s no different from you
She’s no robot, she has a heart too
But she will never bother you with her sadness
She cries inside while deceiving you with her ‘happiness’
You think she doesn’t grieve but she actually does
She does it in discreet as quietly as she must
Either to give you the impression that she’s strong
Or just so you won’t worry and ask her ‘what’s wrong?’
Yeah, she’s the one who easily laughs at small things
The one who comforts you when you’re down and hurting
Yes, the vibrant bubbly girl that you’ve always known
Is the same girl who cries a lot in silence when she’s all alone.
This is dedicated to my friend Karenjoy D. Viloan.
Copyright © Rainbow Moonfire | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Allow girl the strength to answer questions
she cannot fathom
Allow girl the spirit to know His needs.
Allow girl the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow girl the love to show Him herself.
Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let girl be able to show Him each day her
love of her service to Him.
Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Him.
Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman.
Let girl learn to please Him, beyond herself.
Grant girl the power to give herself to Him completely.
Give girl the strength to please us both.
Permit girl to love herself, in loving Him.
For it is her greatest wish, her highest power
to make His life complete as He makes hers
Copyright © Dana S | Year Posted 2009
Daddy's Little Girl
By Elaine Roy
O Daddy, how I remember how your smile, always shined down on me
How you told me, that I was the best Birthday present, you ever got, the day you adopted me
When I would drive you crazy, asking why questions. You would tell me, you had to think about it and when you found the answer; you always explain it to me.
You always made me happy, just being around you; you always filled my heart with joy!
I always enjoyed listing and learning, through the stories that you share with me!
You never stop believing in me, even when I did!
You show me, hope, when I couldn't see it!
You always, found away, to make me smile!
I remember, how we danced at my wedding, to Daddy's Little Girl!
I’m so proud of being “Daddy’s Little Girl”
Yes, I’m “Daddy’s Little Girl, cause I was born from his heart!
O Daddy, I miss you every day and I can still hear your voice, after all these years!
Now, you live here in my heart forever, reminding me why life is so beautiful and treasured
Copyright © Elaine Roy | Year Posted 2013
A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears
Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth
I’m giving you
Despite of all the stress
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.
Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
I never had a girl in my life that understood me,
I need a girl to feel me anytime Im uneasy.
I want to start a family together and everything like this
I want little kids and and something to smile at and kiss.
A girl friend is no good for me anymore,
I am tiered of having my heart broken and feeling sore.
I get everything that I need except for a main squees,
I need someone to lay in bed with every night and not freez.
I want to go grocery shopping and throw birthday parties for my little ones,
I want to hug them everyday and tell them, they're special in so many ways.
I need a wife to take care of me in time of need,
And a wife to love me anytime I bleed.
I want to fall in love with you,
I promise that I will only be true.
I will love you till I'm gray and old,
And I want to die by your side so pale and cold.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Let the Deicide commence.
You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.
I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways
Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own personal reality
Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2013
Let me tell you about, this girl I know,
that has a heart colder than snow.
She live's the life of the street's,
that's all she know's, that's all she could be!
She stay making move's...
It's now time, to play the game by her own rule's!
She drops out of school, in the tenth grade...
Money is what she know's, money is what she made!
Get's engage to the street's,
tried of all the lame's,
tried of the weak!
Her life was remade,
It's now time to pave a new way!
Reborn... right from of the grave, of life!
All chip's in... She just rolled the dice!
Here come's new life...
At the age of fifteen, here come's a new scene!
Her first son was made...
Now it's time to step up the game!
Had three car's, all in her name...
The car's was never legit,
A chop shop, made all those serial number's fit!
As her baby boy, had the Jordan's he couldn't even began to fit!
Paying all the bill's, even the rent.
Both brother's on the block,...
for the crib, wouldn't get hot!
A dopefiend dream, If you know what I mean!
Living the life...like scarface wife!
Pushing key's of coke,
rocking fur coat's!
Going on boat ride's, with white guy's!
Now the landlord, smoke's...
Renting the Lexus, for a dub of coke!
*****es envious, Nigga's is scarred!
Fronting' pound's, to help nigga's get on!
Baby's momma's, eating out of plams.
Wishing they can take her on!
Her baby daddy, is proud to have her on his arm!
Living the life....
Coming from the project's, to owning, complex's.
Strugling from being a minority,
coming from society,
living in poverty! ...
Copping to Drug Court, while other's do, 2- 4!
She's taking trip's,
Living hood rich!
Devoted to the game,
living all the hood fame!
Putting, Erica Cane' to shame!....
My swagger so tight,
It's cutting into you, like a knife!
You can feel it swelling,.....
Cause your girl "TWANNA" is so .......
Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011
She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.
She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.
She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”
A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.
She plays her cello
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick
She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.
She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.
She leaves the TV on,
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.
She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.
Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013
There is a mud brick house
With roof of palm fronds and thatch;
Behold a little girl named Marie
In possession of my farthest dispatch.
My picture on its pale mud wall
Above her barest earth floor bedding;
I hope one day her crying tears
Will be tears of great joy shedding
On darkest Africa's west coast,
A small Temne village in Sierra Leone;
Gathering windblown palm nuts
Or fetching water to carry back home.
Grandmother inside making oil,
And villagers irrigating planted plots;
Marie and her busy little friends
Are chasing the birds from the crops
The Port Loko District foothills
In the Kalamera Development Project:
Home of tribesman shepherds
And witch-doctors to malady correct.
From day to day her people lead
Alas a subsistence life with each breath;
Might Marie and her family live
Till next harvest to again cheat death
I lie awake in my bed at night
With my mother's book of English verse;
It is then I think of you, Marie,
And am reminded whose plight is worse.
God bless you my sponsored child,
And cheerful speak your native tongue:
The greatest gift you give to me...
That you grow to be your tribe among
Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014
In the beginning before you, there was only the desolate darkness.
Just like in the Bible, two people were created for each other.
The creation of a beautiful paradise just for you and I.
To spend our precious time together in lovely bliss forever high.
The only differences are that it ain't called Eden, I'm not Adam, you're not Eve.
And a place where evil cannot enter to taint your pure and jovial soul.
So worry not about the evil snake because I'm there to fend it off.
Your safety and sanity are my utmost priority for eternity.
God gave me full responsibility to ensure this world does not fall into calamity.
I shall share all the burden that you carry so that you can be happy.
To ensure that you and I can sustain our dream to be happy together.
Because only when you're happy then can that dream truly become our future.
For this is my holy duty as your soldier of pain.
This is a slightly modified verse from a rap I wrote (under the same title of this poem/verse) dedicated to my clinically depressed ex-girlfriend whom I loved dearly to cheer her up but ultimately made her feel worse for some reason and she broke up with me. The verse is about me trying my absolute best to protect my ex from all the pain or sadness that she may be susceptible to due to her depression as making her happy was one of my promises to her, which I failed to honor...
I'm not here for sympathy but I'm posting it here so that at least someone else can read it and hopefully enjoy it. :-)
Oh and it's not meant to be religious either since both of us are not, I just used the Bible as an inspiration for this verse.
Copyright © Shawn Tan | Year Posted 2016
fall in love,
often and deeply
but don't even bother
to adore anyone other
than your mother.
Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.
Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.
Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.
Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.
What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.
My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.
Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
I remember the day I thought I'd
never fall in love.
You are the girl that fell from above,
The day I thougnt my heart was
You showed me I wasn't alone,
I dont know what came over me,
I don't know how this could be,
I cant explain what you did to me,
I just hope you love me,
Like a light shining in the dark,
You are the girl who touched my
In a blink of an eye,
You fell from the sky,
You are God's surprise,
Because of the way you are,
You shine like a star,
And your eyes glance so light,
Bright as an angel,
My twisted heart untangled,
I was blessed from the start,
You are the girl who touched my
Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
It goes back to time
Of ages compacted with lime
Aiming an arrow to the pupil of the bull’s eye
Or poaching the miniscule creatures above
It was us! Remember?
-me, you and others.
We never played the piracy game
Or threw bullets at one another on horse backs
Nor did we travel on jets and took ‘others’ lives
By our tiny manipulative bombs.
We shook the world like solders marching through ‘E’vans Avenue’
We filled and enlivened the world through the
Melodious tone of our souls
And, as firm as rock we spiced and tuned others lives
Leaving only one word from those who analytically witnessed us
the Victorians of those gone days
-thanks for the origin of the name
my gratitude and appreciation goes to you, others and I
That crowned on it the fruits of our youth
Creating, building and leaving
an Avenue of memory.
this was a dedication I wrote to my high school classmates. it was a boarding school for girls only.
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
A Girl and a boy both go to music school.
The boy and girl get an audition for a Record Label.
The both go to the audition and both of them get the chance to go and record there own album.
The audience loved them and all the judges voted for them both to win the audition.
They both go back to there homes in the ghettos of Brooklyn New York City.
The boy was warming up for the Record Label by singing. The girl was also doing the same.
They both take off at the same time from there houses.
They both get on the same train and ride together.
They both see one another and walk up to each other and shaking hands and nodding at each other as a signal to sing in the train in front of everyone.
The boy pulls out a stereo out of his back pack and turns a a song and they begone to sing while all the people on the train looking at them and smiling. even all the gansters and emo's were looking with an aww.
The boy and girl got so into singing together on the train that they got really close and personal, making it look like they were singing to each other.
They touched each other and almost looked like they were about to kiss.
The train stopped and they both stopped singing to each other.
They both got off without saying anything to each other and went there own way's.
The boy met up with his boys and went to the ally to smoke some weed before the recording starts, and the girl went off with her girls to do a touch up on her nails.
Again they start walking to the studio at the same exact time and showing up there at the same time.
The girl gets to the booth first and than comes the boy right behind her.
Than the boy says, "wait am i singing with her"? and the answer was "yes".
The girl was already in the singing booth and the boy and his friends came and started laughing at her in the booth.
The boy got mad and went into the booth to show his boys that she is hella good at singing.
The both stand right next to each other and being hearing a melody comes out from the song No Air, by Chris Brown and Jordan Sparks.
The girl started singing first and the boy followed right after her.
The boys friends had there jaws dropped by the amazing voice that they both make together.
The DJ had a smile on his face and everyone was stunned by the way they sound together.
They both got really into it and started do what they did in the train.
By the end of the song people were crying of what beauty they just heard.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012