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Details | Dramatic monologue |

On One Knee



if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i climb 
a mountain 
warm at the bottom
freezing at the peak 
i'd buy you a snow globe
turn it upside down and up
hold your hand warm 
watch the freezing snowfall
climb your suggestion creatively

if you mentioned 
you'd like me to paint your portrait 
i'd buy every different colour of acrylic paint I could find
blend them on a canvas
paint your colourful internal portrait
every crayon in the box 
that's who i see

if you said move me
i wouldn't hire a truck
or even touch one stick of furniture
i would write this poem for you
put a bow on it
fingers crossed 
i would move you

your lips are always on my mind

if you want a man
willing to do...
...a man...
...hold you gentle but firm

i'm here 

ring in hand 
on one knee

November 28 2016



Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2016


Details | Free verse |

BLUE MOON RISING ON A STORMY NIGHT - TITLES CONTEST

Blue moon rising on a stormy night I sit sobbing without you Sadness, when we fell out of love The point of no return, drifting apart You broke my heart, my fragile heart Now you're gone, I'm missing you Guess it's over Tell me why Whispers on the wind Words: disappointment dejection disillusioned rejection A true tragic tale heartbreak loneliness, sad eyes a single tear Reflections in the moment precious moments carry me away... The scent of your soul breath of love shadows from the past personal memories After the rain I will survive letting go Spring is coming soon a new beginning inner peace Best Titles Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo (Every Line used is the original title of one of my poems) June 11th 2017

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Quatrain |

Photos with Glitches on Invisible Wings

You're a camera obscura, a broken bell's rings,
You made me dance slowly on sad phantom strings.
You always had the slightly off-color touch,
Your insensitive skin never softened up much.

Our meals were quiet with subtle trespass,
Off like a mispronounced requiem mass.
I corrupted your files, threw you askew,
You knew my pictures weren't entirely true.

We never could see in each other's mirrors,
Our focus was broken, our lenses were tears
That clouded our vision, that shrouded the past,
Our statements were false, or if pure couldn't last.

I voided your interest, the chasm was steep,
You fell into boredom, I put you to sleep.
You woke up translucent, you dissolved in the air,
Did I ever see you, were you ever there?


December 17, 2016
For Daniel Turner's contest - 'What was I thinking'

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016


Details | Epic |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

I'm Letting You Go


I’m Letting You Go Teetering, daringly, at the edge of this precipice— clouds shrouding me in their sullen hue— contemplating liberation from a love so necessitous, as it nibbles at my subconscious, like addictive fondue. Cold as a granite headstone, mid-December, a unity sewn from misshapen adventure, now nothing to show, but the rains of November, though fluidly, I danced a decade of prefecture. Tinkering, now and then, with the idea of not free-falling, splendidly, into metempsychosis, but seeing strewn petals, of love, you forgot: no butterfly gains wings without metamorphosis And with this in mind, I brace for what lies below; sweet dreams, darling, for I’m letting you go. 16th February 2017 Again haven't gone with restrictions of syllables, etc. in format. Just went with the flow :)

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song

Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only learn from a past mistake
Hope for better days with less heartache

We cannot predict what the future will bring
But I hope in time your heart does sing
And you find the one that you’ll adore
Restoring happiness to your life once more

Jan Allison
24th August 2014

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

LET THE MUSIC PLAY ON

In this old sensing bad world,
Old is good,
The old culture,
Listening to a song nature,
Music their literature,
A violin at every home,
Like one with Nero Rome,
Violin in feminine for the men then,
A fiddle in the middle of hands,
The four strings of violin like four nerves of women,
Carrying not blood but fear,incomprehension,shyness,
And loathing no men but own men,
The women were pure like music from violin,
The old not violent,
But a good violin,
Oh Girl! let the music play on from the old violin!

(Basing on the culture of our South Asian bounds)







Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Love On Solid Ground

On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake

He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth

She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She can't head off the fight
Does he enjoy being out of joint

She wants to walk on solid ground
To no longer fear the cracks
She deserves to live happily
Not worrying about his attacks

Finding the courage to walk away
When the heart wants to remain
If only he could change his ways
Love her without causing any pain

She would more than gladly stay 
Embrace living happily ever after
But as important as true love is
Equally vital is trust and laughter

06/09/2013

Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Moving On

Moving On
Unfulfilled dreams and wasted time, Found out the hard way that you were never mine. Moonlit nights must have made me loca, Stupid me, next time I’ll definitely be smarter.
How could I ever think I was your love? My mistake - I was a blind judge. Took me a while to see through your silly, fake smile; Took me a while to see through your practiced guile.
A masterful seducer, bet you think you are so cool, Yes, I feel like such a damn fool. Weaving a web of deliberate lies and deceit, Your best subject is “How to Cheat, Cheat, Cheat!”
Don Juan has nothing over you, Your middle name is “Master of the Game Two.” But never mind, Lothario, revenge is a dish served cold, And you're nothing to me now that I've broken through the mold.
Blowing your cover, It’s your loss, lover. ‘Cause I will certainly recover - Faster than you think, - Faster than you can blink, - Faster than a shipwreck, you’re the one who will sink.
But forget you, fool, I AM MOVING ON! I’m outta here – GONE!

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain |

Experienced Female Mechanic Goes on a Man Hunt

	

			I'm searching for a new man.
			(My lemon quit on me.)
			I'm a discerning seeker.
			(The smallest dent, I'll see!)

			I want a younger fellow;
			(Low mileage is a must.)
			Required is great get-up-and-go
			(an engine with no rust).

			He should desire me in his lap.
			(Seat warmers feel so good.)
			He's gotta be in tiptop shape.
			(I'll know what's under the hood!)

			Low-maintenance, I value.
			(oil changes quarterly)
			He must look good and make me proud.
			(Buffed shine, I love to see.)
					
			Trustworthiness, I so desire.
			(Don't like those tow truck calls!)
			He must always keep pace with me.
			(Don't want a thing that stalls.)

April 1, 2017--entered in Brian Strand's April 2017 Premier Contest
			

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A boring life

I was moving way too fast for you,
it took me a little while to realize 
you had reached your plateau.
My sights were on the infinite universe,
but yours was always without goal or prize,
our love became a coffin and you were a hearse.
We once made love under the stars and the 
Milky Way was reflected in your pale green eyes,
you failed to comprehend the majesty of infinity,
and sulked about the wet grass and humidity.
We sailed along the Nile to wonder at ancient
temples and walk like an Egyptian in the 
Sahara Desert, "Could have read about this place
in a book", you did frustratingly assert.
I rhapsodized about the beginning of deep time to when
mankind will be superseded and obsolete, yet your passion
was for a silly T.V show called Coronation Street.
I felt my zest for learning and life slowly evaporating from
my blood and bones as I watched you eat your daily 
4 PM butter and scones.
I was slowly becoming asphyxiated by your insipid routine, 
your life ruled by the clock and nothing shall come between.
Those months slowly turned into dreary years and I was resigned 
to a death by boredom, I prayed to the Grim Reaper,
I was slowly dying of ennui and you were insouciant and blind,
my penchants for discovery were locked away and you 
became the doorkeeper.
The fire in my belly was merely a dying ember gasping for air,
I stumbled upon a provocative and tempting fate who was 
beyond compare, secretly charming me to end this nightmare.
Patiently, I plotted my escape from your castle of lackluster
dreams and its moat of banality, over those humdrum hills
to a land overseas and renewed vigor and vitality.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Collaboration Poem - Our first meeting on the Isle of Man by Jan Allison and Darren Watson

Such a beautiful morning 
So quiet and serene 
Contented and yawning
I'm living the dream.
I lie back in my deckchair 
Emitting a contented sigh 
When landing on my chest from nowhere 
Came an exquisite butterfly. 

The butterfly landed upon my hairy chest 
I looked at it’s exquisite beauty it really was the best 
It nestled in quite gently then fluttered in the air 
When a beautiful young lady came running past my chair 
She really scored a perfect ten - my jaw was open wide 
I wanted nothing more than to have this beauty by my side 
I stood and showed my great physique and strutted round with pride 
I wanted this lady for myself one day she'd be my bride 

The butterfly heard my heart beating so strong 
It lifted its gossamer wings and the butterfly was gone 
As if giving thanks to my exquisite guest 
I caress the spot where he came to rest 
Whispering my gratitude for him revealing to me 
The beautiful face of my bride to be 
Now he danced on her breast and she wasn't wearing a bra 
What jammy gits those butterflies are. 

Our hearts beat fast and they entwined 
We went to a restaurant and wined and dined 
It was a special moment I didn’t want to miss 
For there we shared our very first kiss 
One thing lead to another and we headed to my room 
I grabbed my little blue pill – I wanted va va vroom 
This stunning young lady pulled me swiftly to her chest 
I could feel her heart beating underneath her thermal vest 

Ok Daz I'll put you through your paces 
Suspend you from the lampshade by your braces 
Set you bouncing then I'll slip under 
but was it worth it I'm starting to wonder 
All that gossip is just idle chatter 
I have to inform you, size does matter 
When I agreed to this afternoon of sin 
I never thought I'd ask , is it in ? 

But Jan sweetheart, Please hear my rebuttal 
That wasn't my willy, Just my belt buckle 
Now I'm determined you will feel my passion 
Flip you over and we'll do it doggie fashion 
A contented smile replaces the scowling 
The janitor rings, Will you two stop howling? 
We are perfect together but I know after tonight 
There is just no way you can get married in white.

 Oh Darren my darling forgive me I pray 
I’m not after marriage, just a roll in the hay 
I’m sorry if you were after any more 
But after a few days I’ll find you a bore 
Come back to bed and let us not linger 
You now know I don’t want a ring on my finger 
I hate to feel you have been mislead 
Lets just have a little more fun in this bed 

Just like a man I'm becoming possessive 
In pursuit of my goal I'm vain and aggressive 
Wishing to own you to declare you are mine 
Wanting a wife not a concubine 
Not seeing the faults and the change in me 
I take your hand and fall on one knee 
Presenting the ring I bought from EBAY 
We can marry next week Jan, What do you say. 

Oh Darren in you I must confide 
I can never ever be your bride 
Although you think my name is Jan 
Before the op my name was Stan 
I thought I really must confess 
Before our lives become a mess 
I think we have reached the journeys end 
I will never forget you my handsome young friend 

By Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Collaboration Poem - submitted to Jared Picketts contest by Darren Watson
Achieved 4th Place
~ Please see notes above ~

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

Letters On My Arm

you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through

Copyright © Erin Evans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

IT'S IN HER EYES

You’re wearing clothes I’ve never seen before Hide your phone when I walk through the door Furtive conversation’s I’m not meant to hear Text’s are received but these you soon clear You smile with your mouth, but your eyes are cold Cos it’s him that you want, not me you want to hold I’m sick and tired of your stupid lies It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Your lyin you can’t disguise It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Listen up honey to these words I say I’ve packed my bags I’m going away You don’t love me no more Of that I’m sure, Yes I’m sure, oh so sure So I’m walking out the door Then you can’t hurt me no more Any poem written in June NOT for a Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo 06~01~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Acrostic |

Who Are You

 How dare you take advantage of me like that ,
Leaving me stranded with no way to go forward or back.
   Using the friendship that we had led me to believe,
That there was trust and honor between you and me .
   How you layed me aside and left me for dead ,
You have caused these hateful thoughts inside my head.
   Never could I have done this to any man , 
I can see you have no concious so I know you can.
  There just one thing I really want to say  about this ,
It's been a long time since I have made a clinched fist .
  You have no idea how much hurt you have caused,
It won't be me you'll have to face That's up to God
   But you will regret mistaking this kindness for weakness girl,
Bad Karma will surely consume you this is my word.
   Yes you were able to catch me completely off gaurd ,
Never again because now I know who you are .
TAC

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Teenage Love 10: Interracial Teen Couples

Once again, young love has affected the lives of all teenagers, but this time, it's also
affecting the lives of all young interracial young lovebirds. All types of interracial
relationships have been active since the ending of the 1960s and when all of the schools
and other places have been integrated. It seems that two young people (a teen boy and a
teen girl) would rather date someone outside their race than dating the other that's
within the same race, that includes African American and white teen boys and girls. Like,
for when a black teen boy were to get into a real relationship with a teen white/Caucasian
girl, a teen Asian girl (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese, Malaysian,
Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic girl, or a teen Middle Eastern girl, that would be
great for him. And if a black teen girl were to get into a real relationship with a teen
white/Caucasian boy, a teen Asian boy (Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Taiwanese, Vietnamese,
Malaysian, Thai, or Filipino), a teen Hispanic boy, or a teen Middle Eastern boy, then
that's great for her, too. What love is trying to do to all teenage lovebirds, including
all interracial teen couples, is to have made them happy, especially when they're around
each other.And what this type of young love is also doing is promoting interracial love
around the entire American nation, including Massachusetts, Texas, Alabama, and
California. Interracial relationships among all teenagers are increasing in not just the
United States of America, but the whole world, as well. It also seems to everyone that
both lovebirds of different races will never stop loving each other, not even before the
year 2019. But then, interracial relationships among all teenagers do have a good impact
on then. Their parents (the mothers and the fathers of all different races) should be very
happy for their teen sons and teen daughters, especially when they know that their teens
are in love with each other. And if love among all teenagers continues to grow and grow
without stopping and that all interracial relationships were to increase, even before and
after the year 2020, this is going to be the greatest thing that has ever happened to all
teenage lovebirds nationwide.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC |

A Shady Tree

I know its the summer time because of how naturally 
Your beauty compliments the caress of a summer breeze
As I watch the world from beneath a shady tree
I take in the delightful comfort of everything I see
But in the same breath I am holding up my hands
Lord will you please give me back the things I no longer have
They are even more a part of me now that they are gone 
As the sun falls below where the horizon is still holding on
Somewhere between the falling light and a star lit night
Is a dream that last forever and will never say goodbye
As the wind gently blows through the brush and shakes the leaves
It begins to hum a melody that I want to sing
At that very moment I smile for all the joy I have
Its so uplifting for me to see melancholy dance
Soon the morning sun will rise and capture my eyes
As I watch the hand of God paint a brand new sky
With every stroke of color I swallow all my pride
And I find a new place to dream of endless times
If I should ever get to the place I left my broken heart
Only then will I believe this brand new day will start
Again Im reminded of why my heart beats so restlessly
Only the speed of thought and my soul beneath this tree

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Reflections on Divorce

We took each other for better or worse, til death do us part.
Little did we know, instead it would end with a bleeding heart.
Today the final papers were signed
Hoping it will give us final peace of mind.

You were the man that could do no wrong.
The husband that I thought would be lifelong.
The affection and friendship has now fled.
And now we will have new lives instead.

Bitterness and resentment are in each other’s eyes,
While we both try to forget the deceit and the lies.
We both don’t understand and are quick to blame.
But really what happened is that you extinguished the flame.

There is a season for everything, this is an irreversible conclusion.
Could it be that our happiness was just an illusion?
Anticipation for a new life awaits, on that we both agree.
God has a new plan for me…this decree has set me free!

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Acrostic |

Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
!!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Dead On My Own, Alive In Him

Faith is not failing me,
I am failing Him.
Why do I refuse to accept His grace?
Why would I rather live my life on my own
When He is extending a helping a hand?
I am depressed,
Dead on my own,
But I am alive in Him!
I give my life to Him for real;
I give Him my all,
And now I'm alive
Because He gives me life!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral |

The Sun In My Face

I awoke this morning to the sun in my face ,
   Quickly I sat  up for I knew it was late .
My sleep  has been so good since we came together,
    The rest I get the peace I feel will be with me forever.
Can't remember when I have felt so good ,
    Finding you has changed my life , I knew it would .
This is not something I would ever take for granted ,
    Because I know the seeds of love have been planted .
It will grow and blossum into something so grand ,
    Always glowing brightly no matter where I stand .
Not a worry or care do I feel on this day ,
    Only joy and happiness will come our way.
I can say this from the bottom of my heart , 
    Never will I feel alone when it's cold and dark .
To be awakened by the sun in my face ,
   To be honest with you , it matters not if I am late .
TAC
 

Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Move On

So you sinned?
Well, that's done and over with!
Keep it in the past
'Cause that's where it belongs.
But ask Jesus for forgiveness;
Don't dwell on mistakes any longer
Because He makes you new again:
Renewed.
Love is the outcome;
Forget the wrongs,
Love and move on!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Turn On The Love

Turn on the love to motivate me;
There's no energy on hand.
When work to be done is shadowed by rest,
Remember you were saved by a crucified man.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Trip on, Trip up

Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to be hit by lumber.
Going to become a dreamer.
I hope that I do not become a screamer.
I got new shoes.
With colorful strings that are loose.
I am slow on tying them.
I feel they are harder than stem.
String are not new.
They smell pew.
I walk once again to journey.
That means I need some money.
Trip up again with meaningless acts.
Walking with out trust that lacks.
Shamefulness I speak.
I go behind a tree to leak.
I have no home set in stone.
Wheeling and dealing always alone.
Since I was a child that was left on the street.
I became a street beat.
Strolling with confidence to day.
Making my way.
Some law men stop me.
I was so out of it that they can see.
They thought I was on drugs.
I was really itching bugs.
Stumbling because I have not eaten.
So they grab me and I got beaten.
They finally found me innocent.
So I told them to get bent.
I was a good citizen with high hopes.
The society today thinks I am on dopes.
Can I be help with no pain.
Will they put me some were I will gain.
So I was put into a helpful place.
I was then able to eat and say grace.
Some crazy person came in and started shooting. 
So people ran and started looting.
Cannot get away from bad luck.
Sure enough I feel so stuck.
Knowing that I was fleeing.
I became worth not seeing.
I lay there my time just feeling has pass.
Losing my mind and running out of gas.
Finally I hear a person the sound sounds so weak.
A life time that I wanted to seek.
Found myself in a bed.
Down to nothing I was shed.
A person with white clothes that said your in luck.
You survived and now you owe some buck.
So sad not really glad.
Bad thing was the kid that was shooting was my lad.
Time really passes I just want to walk.
To see my kid to talk.
Why did he do what he did.
Dad he said I was starving and I am a kid.
So I have turn to a life time of crime.
Dad do not give me your time.
Because when we talked long ago.
You just left home with all the doe.
Hope you have a good life.
Because mom had been a good wife.
Now it is your turn.
So you can walk into the fire and burn.
With out a doubt you will walk away.
Trip on and Trip up and you will never pay.
Now dad keep your love.
Because I seek my mother above.
You will be chain.
Down you go insane.

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Here, My Dear

Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier. 
For beyond this stable armor of masculinity, 
existed a worst case scenario that I had obtained. 

It is no fault of your own, to interpret me with the 
simplest guess, and yet, it would be the greatest 
therapeutic comfort, knowing that you recalled my 
brief torture. Here it reads. 

The cruelest servant was obviously day one. 
For as I showered in my own gloom, the clearest 
joy accepted no hint of my presence. 
The hours worked overtime to deplete every page 
of life, that bordered around this broken clockwork 
of loneliness. 

By now I merely existed by priorities merciless 
hand. As I forced myself upon my studies, there was 
no absence of absent guilt on call. 
I realized this inevitable misstep, the moment I 
stumbled into a single entity yet again. 
By the time I found a conscience to shave towards 
a better day, spring had already departed, 
and I was just beginning to exit sobrieties 
unbearable cliff. 

The cause to blame beyond myself was tempting;
to see the bewildered scene, as opposed to feeling 
its complex wounds. 
I yearned for this flood to cease constantly, in 
retrospect, prematurely. 
However, the suffering hadn’t pierced my spirit just 
yet. That cherry that ultimately left a mark on top 
was my sick eyes. 

Perhaps defined as the perfect fate for the already 
faltered, was my cluttered throat, which 
allowed no apologetic cliques to exist in air. 
The devil’s vomit that would not pause until 
more suffering regurgitated, and lastly, 
the mindful ache that vibrated at its own
intervals. 

Friends could sense the hell that plagued my 
sleep. So much that they offered their similar 
battles to my faint ears. 
I heard their souls, but never their hearts; only 
mine was selfish enough for that luxury, despite 
its hostile coma. But then, 5 months, 22 days, and 
4 afternoon hours later, another chapter was introduced, 
and it was entitled The Aftermath. 

The acceptance of what could only be formerly 
beautiful, came to be the answer that cured me. 
In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and 
overjoyed that these words could be written from 
Solomon’s throne. 

Previous rose, as you open and fold these heartfelt 
abrasions, be mindful of these moments that are no
longer bleeding, but rather teaching, of those bullets 
that never truly miss. 

Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Put On Your Warrior Spirit

Don't let him sway you with his sultry rhymes
Don't let him woo and steal your heart away
Don't let him touch your soul with soulful lines
You know, my dear, he only wants to play

Don't let him tell you that you are divine
Don't let him make you think that you're unique
Don't let him say your eyes are pools sublime
You know, my dear, he wants to make you weak

He wants to break defenses and come in
To taste the hidden pleasures of your heart
He wants to take, to conquer, and to win
and then to leave when you've been torn apart

There is no greater pain than wounded pride
When truth reveals betrayal's sharpened knife
Revenge will be the thorn there in your side
For he has taken love, and dreams and life

So do not let him win in lover's game
Pick up your sword and gird yourself to fight
If you succumb, you will not be the same
I urge you then to vanquish with your might

Then still your heart and let it dormant lie
Let not your eyes take in the beauty there
He will not stop; he will most surely try
To ravish you and leave you naked, bare

So fight with all your might this war to win
Don't let your guard now slip; be strong and brave
take heed to what I say; don't fall in sin,
for none but you, your heart and soul can save

Eileen Manassian

This poem has 1470 viewsm and I posted it some time ago. In preparing for my program, Rhymes of the Times, I'm often at a loss to know which of my poems to choose. This happened to be POTD, so I thought to include it in this video. I hope that you enjoy the program. The link for the original poem is below. :)

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/put_on_your_warrior_spirit_681331

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013



Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Great expectations

Great expectations
of all metals to win the clay:
Seasons`cuneiforms ...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2013