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How shall I write for you tonight when the words don't seem to flow? I could write about the moon and the stars and how, to you, they don't compare to those starry caramel eyes that look deep inside of me wrap around my sated heart and fill my life with glee I could write about your killer smile that brightens my every thought that gives me strength to carry on when sad or when distraught I could write about your compassion your powerful soul or your caring heart I could tell you how much I love you and how we'll never be apart I could verse a poem about how I admire who you are your virtues, values, giving of your time what you stand for or how I'm proud to call you mine I could write a song that would praise your love of God the less fortunate, His children and all of those in need. How can I possibly write a worthy poem that sings praises high enough of you when all you do seems right and just and your intentions are so true. Tonight I'll try to write my sweet of one who strives to rid the world of hurt So I'll close my eyes and picture you and hope I find the words

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015




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To make a word mean something new,
With some uniqueness  -
O what genius!
These words are washed of all their color
Black and white, lo, gray
With boredom.
So what’s left to write about,
When words mean nothing more today
Than they did  one thousand  yesterdays,
Where lyrics sung like gentle sparrows
Lifted on a feathered wing
To heights I dare not envy -
                   O such jealousy I carry!
What utterance can be invented 
That will strike a brand new language in me?
Woe, to have just one new word
To write across the clearest sky… 
Mark, until it breaks through  mundane clouds,
I call upon a devil’s darn to sew my lips -
Until righteous words rain down from heaven
Where I shall  taste sweet nectar of fresh letters
Falling into gorgeous arrangements
On crisp white sheets.

Copyright © Tammy Armstrong | Year Posted 2006

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Oh! Mighty kings, how many of you have been cursed by a beautiful silhouette. 
How many of you have willfully fallen unto treacherous ground. 
You have been poison by her pleasures and in her labyrinth you reside, for love is her poison, and desire is a trap.
King no more, but a broken man, for before you a woman exults herself, and in her nakedness –your death lies.
-one

Copyright © juan blanco | Year Posted 2015




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Stand fast, your eyes on the mark, the hammer has fallen
Thor would have been pleased; 
A man, he is born alone, stands alone, and dies into a singularity
The leave falls -it trembles in the wind 
Man, they too- fall like a leave, to glory, some, and to defeat, others
Solitude is the cry of the leave me alone ones 
-one

Copyright © juan blanco | Year Posted 2015

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At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
"disapointment"
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 
Themselves

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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Diamonds and Pearls Intro

He’s a black diamond standin’ on his throne
Platinum pyramids full of rubys and golds
He rolls royces in silks and riches
First class flights fly first…pacific
Atlantic oasis vacations chasin’ him…
From the states to the islands…they paradisin’ him
Crusin’ round the world in his yacht…no glitches
Shinin’ like baguettes on his wrist…past richness
Sun bathin’ over seas…meditatin’ steadily
In mentality of Garnet…pure clarity
Red emeralds green emeralds…purple tanzanite
It’s Taj Majal relica lookin’ in his eyes
Care for a glass of “The jewel of Pangaea”
Toast to the diamond in the rough of ideas
Higher than the pope…king of all kings
I introduce to you…your majesty… King Sesame


Written by: Aleasha Martin

Copyright © Aleasha Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Let it trickle
Dribble a drop
From the Tip
Of the Top
Till it sits
on the rocks
a little sip
then it flops
another is sick
Hit up Doc
here's another hit
Hear it pop
Pills will slit
Big willed thoughts
Like a wrist
Do not watch
the skin split
Like gymnasts' crotch 
Sorry a bit
Going for shock
Not even wit
Just mental block

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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Set asunder, set asunder, a call from echoes past 
The string has its way- it is pleasure and pain  
Pain and pleasure 
The string dances in the reassesses, in the desolation of the heart, in the blood without way
Away with you, even your string
-one

Copyright © juan blanco | Year Posted 2015

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I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

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written by...Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29

As moonlight shines against the stars,
my pen thrush paper blank.
Divine indulgence.
Feet sway from swing in the cool breeze of night.
The stroke of words vibrate to my core.
Enlighten my soul.
Enrich the sweetness of breath.
Sacred words,the essence of life.

For The ''Inspired'' Poetry Contest''...
sponsored by..Miranda Lambert

Copyright © Kacey Greenlee | Year Posted 2011

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I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
At this hour of evening
Can't stop wondering
What to write about
Without hesitation and doubt.

I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
Either 'bout love or family
Adventure,politics and society
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.

I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About a man who feels in love
With a woman who looks like dove
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.

I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About a boy who makes magic
And a certain place so romantic
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.

I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
About the countless stars that blinks
So bright that my heart would sink
But what to write about?
Without hesitation and doubt.

I'll write a poem,I'll write a poem
Of every little things on earth living
And every living things on earth dying
These are what I'll gonna write about
Without hesitation and doubt.

Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015

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I hope you remember all of the bad things you have done so far
I hope you still have the chance to fix them 
Im sorry it took me forever to write this letter to you
Ive been meaning to save you from what your about to become
For some reason i cant get a grip on it
I dont know what i want to say
I dont know how to help you
Im about to tell you about some of the things you are about to do
Right now your 16
Right now you are sitting on your bed listening to music
Reading a book on your favorite band
Smoking that cigarette
That will soon get you into all the other things that causes more problems for you
Try to avoid the guy you are about to let into your life
Remember that your not allowed to talk to strangers
Remember your mom told you that when you were 7
Its about time you listen to her
You will meet a girl
And you will end up hurting her
Dont take her to that club 
Where your band is about to play
Your not good at singing
And your bass playing still needs some work
Dont embarass yourself
It lowers your self esteem
And you will try to committ suicide
Multiple times
But dont worry 
It doesnt work
So stop trying to 
Kill yourself
Remember the night when you ran away
And went to go live with your aunt
Yea...
Shes about to kick you out
Look under your bed
You will find 500 dollars
You put it there when you were young
You forgot 
Thats why im writing you
Remember it
Take it and use it wisely
Dont use it on the drugs 
Dont use it on the beer
Use it towards a better future
So then i dont have to write this letter again.

12-13-12

Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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A Ride With Mom


All alone in bed
Tonight I am dreaming of the dead

Mom and I were in the car driving
I had no idea where we would be arriving

It was a sunny day
Mom didn’t have much to say

Then suddenly I awoke
This ride was no joke

All these questions in my head
This always happens to me with a visit from the dead

What did Mom want to tell me
Did she just want to share Thanksgiving Glee

So now Mom’s presence in my dream
Sends me to my desk to write down my mental stream

I haven’t dream’t of Mom in years
Not since the Funeral Fears

It’s Two AM in the mourn
Writing this poem is this how Love is born

I will tell my new Lady Friend
About my dream and what I have penned

Did Mom want to hear about Caroline
The Spanish Mexican Beauty who is Divine

Long Luscious Black Hair
A Beautiful Face Beyond Compare

An Angel’s Voice
I have no choice

Her spell is starting to take hold of me
The sight of her can send any man to his knee

Her aroma is intoxicating
I think she is much more than a Fall Fling

Saturday I will give her a purple and white rose
This woman has driven me to write prose

Well I guess it is my turn to take a Female Chance
Maybe we will both find romance

Is this why Mom took me for a ride tonight
To show me my search for Love is finally in sight

Only time will tell if Mom is right
That Caroline will be my darling delight

Copyright © Joseph Elward | Year Posted 2010

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The beauty of life
"
"
The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.

It is nice to have enemies,
when you need love.
It is nice to have opponents
when you need support.
It is nice to have critics,
when you want to be great to a fault.
It is nice to come across a dead sheep,
when you need a living dove.

The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.

It is nice to have murderers,
when you need life.
It is nice to have trouble makers,
when you need peace.
It is nice to have adversaries,
when you need success keys
It is nice to come across heart breakers
when you need a wife.

The beauty of life
The beauty of life.

It is necessary as you live
For it helps you carry on.
It helps you retrieve
when they think they have won.
It helps you reach destination without looking back
for you have conquered what can conquer.
You arrive when water off a duck's back
for you have overcome what can hinder.

The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.




     

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

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The string is moved and we tremble by it. 
To the abyss, cast yourself. The fractured bone is a necessity- the string is broken-
All things have been written –for by the word we live and by the same word we die- even the string
-one

Copyright © juan blanco | Year Posted 2015

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 HOW TO WRITE A LOVE SONG
I know the hurt belongs, 
or it would not be here.
when life is always going wrong,
then nothing's quite so dear
as hope, there is in loving you,
if only to survive,
the only thing in life  I have
that's keeping me alive.
I know the pain belongs
or I'd not feel a thing,
each time I write another song,
that only I can sing
to let you know your song is here,
this love I've known so strong,
this hope, this pain, this feeling I
have loved you for this long.
I know the hurt belongs,
or I'd not feel it's touch,
and never write another song,
revealing just how much
I've loved you and for all this time,
you'll hear it in each song,
and listening to the words, you'll know
how much, and for how long.

© rom wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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Good-Bye God


One day I fell into a well of despair
Why God does no one care
I am finally at the end of my rope
For me there is no hope

My only sin was looking at the pretty girl
Her face more beautiful than a pearl
Want, Desire, Lust
If only I could have won her trust

I asked her to release me
She smiled and stared
But refused to set me free

Obsessive thoughts way to deep
Mind and soul heartbreak weep

But I now know I will never have her
I fear soon I will be dancing with cadavers
I long for death eternal peace
Only then will this female obsession cease

I was taught it is wrong to take a life
The priest told me to find a wife 
So this is the end
The damage I will soon do will never mend

Should I die by gun, noose, bottle or pill
Or take a leap from a high hill
Maybe God will send me a sign
Maybe a Heavenly Angel will throw me a line

Soon my suicide will fill Satan with pride
My Soul in the Lake of Fire will hide
Did Jesus ever Love me I cried

I can't go on like this
This Blonde Temptress
Robbed me of all bliss
Her beauty tormenting my soul and mind
Unholy woman kind

So I slowly put the gun to my head and said
Soon I will be dead
Good-Bye God
Now I am really going to blow my wad

But wait a voice said
Putting lead in your head will turn your rug red
The only thing that can save your mind and soul
Is to write your way out of this Obsession Hell Hole

God why did you put me down here 
At the bottom living in fear
I must write of these bastard evil thoughts
The Devil tried but my soul can not be bought

I will not let the demons win
I shall not kill myself it is a sin
So now I will become a writer
Keep writing mental fighter

Even if my written words make no sense
Writing makes the mind less tense
Someday my obsession will be lighter
With Heavenly Help
My future will become brighter

So
Damm the Demons
I’m through scream’n

God thank you for finally making my mental suffering go away
So I can stay here a little longer and play
And if no one ever reads my words
At least writing has made my mind 
As free as a bird


Joseph Adam Elward


Copyright © Joseph Elward | Year Posted 2010

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Written October 7, 2012


My soul burns inside
And it comes comes out to hide
When its so shocked to hear
That the darkness is here

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I just want to change the world

Is it too much to ask
Too abstract to grasp
This idea that's been running
I promise there's good change coming

With a bullet and a gun
You'll get any man to run
But it takes diplomacy
To get a real man to see

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I could really change the world

Is it too hard to be
The man I want to see
When I look in the mirror
Lord I pray it was clearer

With a permanent marker
I color in darker
The world that I see
Ain't what it should be

Would you believe in the words that I say
Even if they aren't diamonds and pearls
With a paper in front and a pen in my hand
I am going to change the world

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Was thinking long and hard about giving up writing.
Convinced myself that I'm a quitter and there's no sense in fighting
To keep the only thing that kept me far from the edge
But I can't pretend.
Pretend that it isn't my Fortress of Solitude 
That's honoured me with solemn servitude.
That it hasn't helped put me to rest, thought and mind,
By accepting the past on paper and keeping it close behind. 

I was thinking logically and analytically 
Because it seems to be the only thing I'm good at. 
Thinking about everything I've seen and everyone I've fought to keep,
They're all gone now, only to be found in memories. 
They say Poets and Artists are the architects of Heaven
And only they know it's the hardest when no one buys what they're selling. 
No one wants to listen and no one wants to see 
Because everyone's so sure of what you're supposed to be. 

But what are you supposed to do when you've dedicated your life to understanding?
When you can empathize with your brother, but your own sight you can't stand it. 
When you feel that there's a missing piece and so the wholes hurting.
Swim out long past the reef and any safety that you keep to do some soul searching.
Days and months fighting fears, love and tears, digging the hard soil.
Only to find that missing piece you desperately seek is hidden deep beneath. 
When you've found the straw that broke the Camels back
Only to find there's a million more underneath.

What are you supposed to do when you follow the chains
Long past the plains in hopes to break the link.
Kill the ties that bind and have held you for so long,
Only to find there is no ball, you were free all along.
And in your days of darkness with no life to sip or sup
All the hands around your back were never meant to keep you up
And all of those who have kept you down will fight to keep you dancing to their beat.
Any impenetrable man once stabbed in the heart, will crumble with defeat.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

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I write with the legends, their numbers amaze me
Their minds, i wish i could sit and pick one by one
Their souls, i wish i could swim in their oceans 
So deep, i have to sharpen my swimming skills to reach 
Their creative dramatic entrance, baffles me
It ignites a power in me that i want to learn more
I want to write more and more
Sitting on throne with them, in their supremacy 
A legacy to follow.

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

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How can you say the things
that make me want to scream?
How can you hear the words
that make me want to cry?

Why does my life
feel like a constant cliche
and why are you
content to care
about a creature who cares
about nothing at all?

i said i had lost my priorities
but i know i just finally
realized what they are:
"wallowing in self-imposed misery"
ranks first
and manipulation
and selfishness
come in a close second and third
if there is much difference
between them at all.

Can you tell
that i'm out of words?
all i can do
is scream and cry
sigh at life's inevitability
about the mess that is me
and i wish sometimes
that i could let go
float on the flow
of my tears and waters
that teem with my screams
swim
and actually get somewhere.

i try to return to the past
but my creative juices
have fled
watered down by time
and repetitive experiences
and this is new
but not so much so 
that there's anything more
to say
that hasn't already
been said.
i've related to you
the over-used lines
i seem to spill at these times
don't be surprised if
i am reduced
to repeating 4 words:
"what do i do?"
'cause that's all it comes down to.

i write because
it feels like something accurate
-- and that still effects deeply and intensely --
might come out
the next time
or the next time
when really
i read over my old poems
and realize
i've exhausted my supplies
of deep, intense effective poems
and all that's left
is just chicken scratch.

i
don't want to
am not able to
write anything more
all i can do
is lay my head
on the naked pillow
and hope that i won't rise
or if i do
i won't be me.

i can write the words
that make me want to cry
i can write the things
that make me want to scream
but how you can say and hear
i'll never know
'cause i've gone
far beyond the realm
where that is
a plausible
possible
option
but here i can retreat to 
and "fire at will
from behind my hideout
of faux-i-don't-care".
and as i write
i realize that that is the one thing
i can say
that is utterly true
because i am
sorry
and there's nothing i can do
to change that.

Copyright © Allison Kinzy | Year Posted 2007

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Ashley Plotczyk
Inspired

I write, inspired by my heart 
my thoughts only able to be expressed 
through my poems
The best time for me to write
is when I am emotional 
The paper serves as my relief 
It takes my struggle away from me
I love to write when no one else is around me
My thoughts only heard by me 
but read by others once I have mellowed down 
I enjoy sitting down
being only surrounded by silence
This is the time I take for myself
I take the pen and I write until I've found the right words
The only words that can soothe my uneasiness 
from my busy life and hectic mind 
My favorite place to write is anywhere I am able to write 
at that moment that I have the urge to release my feelings 
Like my busy life, I do not wait around to write
I write poetry everyday and I will not always be in the same places 
But my mind will always know how to trade places with the paper in my lap

Copyright © Ashley Plotczyk | Year Posted 2011

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Written by: Treasa Jarvis
Contest: Inspired

Living Here in the Country
is a laid back kind of way
I like to sit under the old oak tree
and write my cares away

I listen to the cheerful  sounds
that nature offers here
I am reminded of simpler times
when I didn't have a fear

Summer breezes blowing
inspires me to write a song
ignites a fire inside of me
gives me strength to carry on.

When I am feeling overwhelmed 
dont have to look for me
just across the meadow
I'll be sitting at the old oak tree.


Copyright © Treasa Jarvis | Year Posted 2011

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If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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*Sandra and I decided to write a song.  It's always a pleasure writing with her.

On the Outside, Looking In There once was a time when my yesterdays were full of joy feeling alive with love when I had my family near I shared the dreams and expectations of every girl and boy today I think of those days and fight back the tears the streets I walk are unchanged but no longer the same around me, the world I knew has spun out of control I question all that I know, do I belong in this game when what's shown to me is starting to take its toll (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in With each breath and step, I feel out of place each second feeling like a crime for which I pay a little more I slip away with each tomorrow I face the dreams I've had, have long since faded away (Chorus) So many roads still lay before me as I roam (give me a sign at the end of days light) but now I'm lost without a sense of direction (I'm feeling empty and cold tonight) Loved ones have passed; there's no place to call home (show me a way through the night) caught in a world consumed by an apathetic affliction (someone say it's going to be alright, be alright) (Chorus) Don't know how I ended up outside, looking in the window of this soul has clouded, I know left my heart at a standstill, losing its will at the end of this road, where now do I go? tell me, when I'm on the outside, looking in don't want to be on the outside, looking in....
*Not for any contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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I am following the footprints
Of a shadowed spectral shape.
Through every line and passageway
She sings to me in daydreams.

Songs of virility and violence
Of sexuality so savage.
The grousing of the planet,
Her heartbeat cracks the fault-lines.

She walks under an orange moon
In cornfields in November.
Singing soft her siren tune,

So I may listen and remember
That she may always be pursued
Until my bones like glass will shatter.

Copyright © Samuel Lee | Year Posted 2015

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I write to write...to tell you the truth, that's a damn lie.
I write to express myself, to let my soul breathe a little.
I put love and memories into these things.
I call it, "My Way Out."
It's my ticket to give back to my community, but on top of all that it keeps me away from a gang...a life I never want to live.


John Monteblanco

Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2011

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I was only nine years old when I first met you,
with brown hair and big brown eyes.
I was the smallest and quietest girl in your class
Sitting in the front row, always staring at the black board,
As if it had hidden answers for the questions you asked.
You always said “You never fail until you fail to try.”
And I don’t know how many times I’ve lived that one down.
I remember you reading a story about a young boy,
Who had a dream of buying the two finest hunting dogs.
In time he earned enough money and bought those dogs.
Living out his dream of being a hunter.
Like that little boy I had a dream of being a poet.
Writing poems that people would like and want to read out loud.
The fun part about your class was writing poems about anything and everyone.
I never liked to write but I soon found out that writing was my passion.
And maybe someday I’ll have my poems published so every one can read them.
But it was you, who encouraged me to write more in class,
Giving us papers to write almost everyday.
When it came time for me to move to fifth grade I begged my mom to put me back into your
class for another year.
So I could hear you read poems about other people especially me.
Who knew that some day that little quiet girl, who sat in the front row, would be a semi
finalist in a nationwide poetry contest and have you to thank.
I hope that former students of your class come to visit every day like I do, and tell you
what a wonderful impact you have made on their lives.
Telling you that they took your advice and listened when you said, 
“You never fail until you fail to try.”
Thank you for the little bit of encouragement you gave me and for reading your poems out loud.

Copyright © Stacie Fry | Year Posted 2010

Details | Lyric |
If I could write a song and keep you from leaving
I'd never write another line
If I could, I'd haunt your peaceful dreams
Forever taunt your fragile mind

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

This bed that you once called home-
Its emptiness feels so divine
This heart that you once filled whole
Its emptiness, is mine

If I could see through your bleating 
I'd have never called you mine
If I could bring you all you're "needing"
The universe would be thine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Loving thoughts, once dwelt on you
Have slowly morphed with time
Wrought with disdain, I can say:
I'm thankful I drew the line

If I could be all you wanted
I would be God
If I could be all you wanted
Who I am would be robbed

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
I'll give praise that you aren't mine

Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2010