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Details | Quatrain |

Yellow Shoes in the Darkness

Walking through the land of shadows 
wearing my yellow shoes
With each and every step
I created color and hues

The shadows started retreating
As color permeated the ground
Out of the shadowy darkness
I heard a horrible sound

"You do not belong here
I command you to go away
You are in the land of darkness
You must listen to what I say"

I kept on moving forward
Not sure what I would see
Where was the voice coming from
I looked behind a tree

Light and color expanded
Traveling up straight to the skies
The entity that so scared me
Was right before my eyes

As my shoes banished the darkness
The entity was reduced to tears
Without the aid of shadows
He couldn't tap into my fears

I then reached down to touch him
I told him that he was safe
He looked up with confusion
As I gazed upon his face

"Are you here to destroy me?
Have you come to take me away?
There is a purpose for shadows
They create hope for brighter days."

I heard what he was saying
The shadows have their reason
In order for spring to come
We need a darker season

So I removed my yellow shoes
Watched as the shadows returned
It was time for me to go home
With this strange lesson I had learned

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |


the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Open Ocean

where the open ocean meets lush lands in between are the constant shifting sands among the reeds and rushes creatures leap like fleas scales not skins things with fins swim in azure seas shoreline so pristine crystal clear and clean

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |


I left my heart in Thessaloniki;
I left my love by the Aegean Sea. 
What in the world, 
what in the world,
is happenin' to me?

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

His Love is a Red Sea

His smile is like sunlight
He moves like poetry
His voice is an Arabian night
His love is a Red Sea

Copyright © Cameron Hartley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part IV

Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

What Am I-Niagara-w

I am the Antiope of Canada, Amazonian, but not breast less, Snowy bosom like virginal gems, Swelling lips moderately full, Savoury odor felt all around, Crystalline throat striking the eyes. Meandering, churning, darting, dashing, Transformed from blonde to brunette. Here alluring, benign, attenuated, There corpulent, colossal, capering, Practicing calisthenics all the time. Raquel Welch in ‘One Million Years B.C.’ Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze, Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy, Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces. Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep, Now bulging belle of Detroit, Encircling the wooing Windsor, Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
============================== March 15, 2014 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Free Verse Eighth Place Win Contest What Am I by PD I have used: Personification,Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

This City Inspires Me

The Chicago skyline.
You symbolize home.
You are me and I am you.

There you are Sears Tower!
Just like you I will stand tall and strong
Even through life's toughest winds,
I might sway back and forth,
But to the ground which I was built on, 
I'll remain.
Even when people try to change my name, 
I'll just reply "Watchya talkin bout Willis?!" 
Yeah, you'll always be Sears to me.
And I'll always be Joe to you. 

Thank You Chicago.

I promise I will get as fast as 
The trains and planes that transport your people
And when I get caught up in life's traffic,
I promise to keep my cool and my destination in mind.
I promise to get as strong as your culture is.
I promise to always be filled with as much vigor as 
Your raging college students are.
I promise to stay as passionate as
The struggling musicians that serenade your "L" subways are.
I promise I will work as hard as 
Your workers that are just trying to pay their bills do.
I promise I'll always stay as hungry 
As the poor that beg on your streets are.

And I promise I'll make you proud of me.
For I am proud of you!
Chicago, don't you know? 
You will always put the "O" in Joe.

Copyright © Josef Rau | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Dessert in the Deserted Desert

Boiling, baking and blazing,
               Other synonyms for heat.
My camel is happily dazing,
	He was not a restful seat.
Poolside I’ll later be lazing,
	Resting my sunburnt feet.
Air conditioning is amazing,
               Ice cream is a lovely treat.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

There Is No Now

The pollution is psychedelic
Hell, you could even say poetic nature
Terms of enragement
Definitely not engagement
Can suffice in describing the depredation

Fire from the skies
Burning through the system
Dropping through to nothing
Learning not what’s in them
Always running from them

We may hide our voices
But you hide your souls
Torturing us with woes
Never able to feed our hole
Scars bleed out like coals

Paint it any color you like
Doesn’t change a thing
This war that you’ve brought forth 
Has killed us all
In the past and future

There is no now…

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

I Wish

I wish I was a mountain
Majestic, far and high
With a frigid, distant beauty
That reaches to the sky
To be that grand sierra
That you could never change
Oh I'd give it all to be a mountain range.
I wish I was a country
Where you have never been
That your heart has always longed for
But your eyes have never seen
I wish I was a country
As distant as a star
Oh I'd trade it all to be a land too far.
I wish I was a flame
That you could never harm
Dancing in the darkness
Clear and bright and warm
I wish I was a flame
I'd burn away your ire
Oh I'd give up all I have to be a fire.
I wish I was a stone
So you could kick me down the beach
Throw me to the deeps
So my heart was out of reach
I wish I was a stone
Silent, cold and hard
Oh I'd trade it all to be a rocky shard.
I wish I was a knife
With edge of sharpened steel
So I could cut your heart out
And you'd know how it feels
I wish I was a knife
To sever all our ties
Oh I'd give it all to be a blade as wise ...
Cuz my WILL is lost ...
When I look in your eyes.

** FIRST PLACE in the "Any Poem Written On Your Birthday II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor. I'll never forget when I wrote this (January 20, 2016) because my heart was broken on my birthday, with a "Dear John" letter in my birthday card, (true story). **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |


The washroom at the mall
is down the hall beside:
the square from in the building
that's big and long as wide.

A section on the outside
down on past the wall.
Too long from on the inside
and outside where it's tall.

A cube to take you one side.
A thin and narrow place.
Behind the stores own south side
and built upon it's base.

This cuby-hole for one sake.
To take a simpler path.
A passage for all reasons,
to make a place of math.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |

Bloodbath in Parliment

Destiny stretches its twisted arms
patching together its wounded flesh
Mercy cries out with mere oblivion 
Watching it dragging  its impotent body
And slowly gasping  for breath.
Stupefied souls hanging on to shades of doubts
Erupts with an anxious shout
ridiculing the contemptuous house.
It roars, it bellows and it clamors
clenching its punch-less fist and pacing towards
the hopeless ditch while muttering angry words
as it heads towards the agonizing cliff.
Destiny kept tussling them around
Soon none of them were to be found
Roll call once, roll call twice  
they were out rolling  dice
Stripped of their jackets and ties
bow legs looking like mice
pants and shirts wrapped up in arms
While the danging beast stared reprehensibly
They have played the game for so long
And couldn't find a place where they belong
Empty seats lingering all around
Too scared to leave the desolate house
Destiny has ransacked their providence.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Valley of High Places

From any and all who can see 
as I see,
From most definitely me; my 
furthest, darkest recesses 
buried deep. 
To they who worship at the 
high places of the Valley;
To the bright cultists from the 
third tribe, second family of 'P'. 

I write this to you from all we 
who are forsaken sons. 
You probably don't recall us, for 
as you see you shun. 
Stare down long noses that, 
unbeknownst to you, run. 
Snottishness and snobbery to 
which you are blind, as Saul to 
the sun. 

I grieve you, our loss, as you 
are engrossed in your web. 
I weep over you because your 
child, Intellect, to you is dead. 
Come down from your high 
places; be united once again. 
Leave your 'god' and surely by 
your child you will be forgiven. 

Cut down the poles, break the 
altars of Fourteen. 
Leave the idols and temples; 
escape the obscene. 
Flee, fly, from its clutches steal 
Perceive cold truth, see how 
the worship made you stray. 

Raise your head, unstrain your 
eyes; come now, reconnect. 
As the chains fall off remember 
the world and reflect. 
Realize who you are, and could 
be, and then conform. 
Not to me, or any ideology, but 
to the better you transform. 

Dear Reader, if my scribble you 
comprehend, please one thing 
To all who use the tools of the 
Valley, this is not a reprimand. 
I only beseech they who 
worship to retake command. 
To rise up in their life and no 
longer take their 'god's' 

The gifts of Fourteen truly they 
are great. 
But do not offer yourself over 
to Fourteen, prostrate. 
Leave the high places of the 
Valley, I adamantly pray. 
Find yourself out of the web 
and finally in sun's rays. 

From any and all who can see 
as I see. 
From my pen, directed by the 
longing within me. 
To those lost in the temples 
and high places of the Valley. 
The forsaken ones, and the 
dear Child, miss you fiercely.

Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |



in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.

in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.

in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.

in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.

in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.

in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The book the wizaed wrote part five

But you cant keep this book intact its not allowed 
your soul will not bear it 
do you keep all the prophecies to be a part of the truth 
do you tear out the love and find just the directions to eternal youth\ 
do you keep the satanic metaphors to reveal the author had a horrible soul 
this test upon humanity is sitting by the riverside
Love for sale in western mail
Love for sale in western mail
Watching it all go down is given to every woman child mother father adult 
and then you create how its passed down to the future but its never whole 

one day I will write this book and you will all dream 
Pushing the limits
So many nights crying
The limits that limits that change
About its entirety 
go from house to house 
to read the book 
with pages missing to compare it to yours 
to fathom family legacies and opinions 
Born to please
to try to understand the truth of oppression and decisions and accuracy and 
and in this book I will write stories and I will write traditions and I will write games 
and I will write sanities and insanities 
but what you keep and what you throw away 
stay away from the river man
The water is cold
Don’t ever set me free
Born to dream
Of those days of warm rays
No one has a clue
You’re safe when they hear me
But they’re gonna clue in
When they see the sneak
They clueing in
All their strength not to fall apart
Satellite secret moments shadowed in the heat of the afternoon
To the holiday
They will always want by their side

they’re cluing into the bird lady

Doing things my way
they’re cluing in to little miss daisy
is another test 
another dream another curse 
another prayer of metaphor 
another chain 
of soft spoken words
to never have answered 
something this generation had that memory can only answer 
and the death wish of not cooperating leave you upon a grave of cand’lit flames 
and hells passed on to legacies of hell the arch angels tell you to tear down 
walls to cripple you all 

Everything blue eyes
Unbelievable ways
Sky of white stars exotic
Magical times

Broken faith makes me
your new book of god 
And I’m running out of here
Or no way at all
Running out of here

makes me

And I’m running out of here
And I’m running out of here
Come to the reason
You really got me
I wasn’t fake
come to the light
back to the middle

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |

a poem for Em

the Empress stands tall
gazing on her domain
she beckons the clouds
to shelter and shroud
the city over which she reigns
a beacon to all
who at her shine would stare
she faithfully guides
with a glow that abides
and a softly affectionate air
my heart she enthralls
when in red she is gowned
and I live for that night
when in violet and white
she salutes me and I too am crowned

Copyright © Brandi Elizabeth Brown | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

In easy street

He who lives in easy street
gives himself the biggest treat.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


We are protetive right from birth
Of care there is no dearth
As they are most precious  gifts on earth
We feel such joy n mirth.

As they grow thheir demands increase 
Interest in us is on the decrease 
They do whatever  they please
Love for us  will slowly  cease

From teenage  to adults they grow
If they care they don't  like to show
Wont share remain aloof even if stress they tow
Theres always crease on their brow

When they have children they realize
How parents fussed  over their cries
Then they show their family ties
Parents give in after a few tries.

Copyright © bawa talwar | Year Posted 2017