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Details | Couplet |

A poet, you say? Oh no, not am I,
               There's only ONE poet, He writes on the sky ...

Of sunsets and stars, of space without end,
               A dazzling bright ink, an ethereal pen ...

Rainbows and sun dogs, anvils and rains,
               Mists from the moors, breeze-tickled plains.

Haze-shrouded hills, cloud-crusted peaks,
               Sunrise horizons with blush on their cheeks.

Green flash, auroras, comets, and moon,
               Fair constellations that rollick and swoon.

Bright, stabbing bolts that pierce the dark skies,
               Spiraling storms with the sun in their eyes.

All that He writes is authentic and true,
               Far beyond what MY words can construe.

But every-so-often, He blesses this fool,
               Imparts me the mercy to make me His tool.

I'd love to take credit, but I must keep in sight,
               That I'm just a pen with which He may write.

So, I may seem a bard, with the verses I've spun,
               But regarding TRUE poets, there's really ... just ...

ONE.




* Submitted on January 30, 2018, for the "Premiere Contest Number 16" Poetry Contest, SKAT A, Sponsor. *

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017




Details | Light Poetry |
She's dressed in freshly laundered scrubs,
a floral top and pants pale blue.
There for a moment to hand me a gown,
and tell me what to do.

As I'm getting undressed, she checks on a man,
he's in the room right next to mine.
He's crying in pain and begging for help,
I hear her tell him that he'll be fine.

A few moments later, the crying has stopped,
as she leaves she turns out his light.
Whatever she did, it's done the trick,
he'll be able to sleep tonight.

She's back with me now and with her this time,
she has her tools in tow.
It's 3 in the morning and she must be tired,
but if she is it doesn't show.

Thermometer ready to check my 'temp,
lift my tongue and tuck it under.
As she wraps the black cuff around my arm,
I watch her and I wonder.

Working twelve hour shifts,
three days off then four days on.
Has she a husband or any children,
who miss her when she's gone?

Does she like cooking or singing?
Does she paint or like to read?
The needle, she pricks me, with such precision,
I hardly even bleed.

My IV's in place, my medicine given,
she says goodnight with eyes so kind.
Just as I'm drifting off into sleep,
a thought suddenly enters my mind.

To this woman I leave my health in her hands,
a serious matter, this isn't a game.
It strikes me as crazy just how much I trust her,
when all I know of her is simply her name.

By~Michelle Lacey

Copyright © Michelle Lacey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
My Lord, Just One Day With You..... My Lord, just one day with you will bring my life back from all the sins that I have done myself Its true when you had time for me to talk then I was not prepared to listen to you But now I realized that your golden words are the precious to listen and live in this world My Lord, just one day with you will erased all my worries from my heart which I have made through sins Its true you want me to be good and listen to your precepts but I did not obliged to your words But now I realized that your precepts are precious to learn and live happy life in this world My Lord, just one day with you will bring happiness into my heart from learning all the lesson from you Its true when I am under your shelter then the heaven will keep me away from my worries and fears But now I realized that without your heavenly blessings there is no decent life for me in this world my Lord. Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2016




Details | Free verse |
I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God of order
I delight in repetition
My ways are perfect
What you see a chaos, fits perfectly into my plans
I occupy all the spaces
I exist within each breath
My energy flows from beginning to end and back again
I allow you to glimpse my shadow 
For my full Glory would consume your human form
I am beyond your comprehension
Yet I wish you to know me
Ponder me
Come into my loving arms
My words are written on ancient scrolls
Each verse contains my essence
My invitation to a wondorous feast
Taste the succulence of my bounty
The flavours my affection
My consummate Love
Do not be concerned with the temporary
Trust in my grace
For I know all your needs
This world will one day disappear 
Paradise will reside under your feet
I will be your completion 
Dancing will have new meaning
Rivers will sparkle like diamonds
The skies will no longer need the sun
For I will be your light
We will walk through a new Jerusalem
Streets of gold
Buildings encrusted in precious gems
Trees will be laden with fruit
No hunger
No tears
My children will know freedom
Strength will course through veins
Angels will walk in their midsts
Age will no longer be their enemy
Death will be a forgotten memory
For I am God
My words
My poetry
They can be your reality
Make use of your free will
I am bound by my own promises
You must choose my path
Be a vessel of my Love
You my clay pen
Can flow
With golden ink



For this contest I am asked to write from the perspective of God.
It is an insurmountable task for one as limited as myself. I humbly
submit this attempt and pray that it honors my heavenly Father.




Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars 

A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life

I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years

I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed

We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word

God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God



 

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property. 
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdened. I will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
What i always wanted in life
Was an ideal dad
One who cared about family happiness 
And could cheer us up when were sad.

I always wanted a kind man, one who’s patient
And to him his family meant the world
I wanted a man to validate me 
By telling me i was a good girl.

I wanted a man who’s discipline 
Was never angry or severe
But a type of discipline 
That would encourage good conduct when we are far or near.

I wanted a man to tell me happy stories
And tuck me into bed
A man who always told me he loved me
And kissed me on the head

I still long to be hugged, kissed, and squeezed
But i don’t’ expect my future mate to blow my nose whenever i sneeze.

My childhood was a mess
And i had a dysfunctional family
It is the mighty hand of god
That has come in and set me free.
It is not fair to ask my future husband
To treat me like a child
But if expects to love him back
He must be meek and mild.

My future mate cannot play that role
Or undo the damage that has been done
But Jesus, my adoptive dad can fill this void
And through him my victory has already been won.

Copyright © Shuntae King | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |


TPS..... PLEASE HELP ME GET BACK ALL MY POEMS.

Copyright © Royal Trevino | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
Every time you listen to my songs
I will be sending you a great big kiss
And though I moved beyond your sight
Know all of you I will surely miss

Always remember the joy and laughter
That always found a home within my face
Always think about all the wonderful times
I took your mind and heart to another place

Please try never to shed unhappy tears
Each day my love ones while I am away
For there will be a time in the near future
When again in each others arms we'll stay

And tomorrow morning when you think of me
About the love you always saw in my eyes
Remember wherever you might be in your life
My spirit will never again leave your side

My family I miss all your hugs and kisses
Which I will always treasure, and I am sure
One day soon again we will laugh and sing
Together in heaven with our precious Lord.

A poem i was moved to write for Whitney, a beautiful
spirit, while listening to Stevie Wonder sing 'Love is in need
of love at here funeral!

Wendell A. Brown
Copyright  February 18, 2012,
All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Didactic |
                 Sugar Cuba?
What's so normal about normalization?

We become a little more socialist
They become a little more capitalist

We all meet in the middle and hold hands… How sweet!

They give us Cuban cigars
We give them rap music
A form of torture

We can now visit Cuban hotels
Cubans can visit Disney World

My only question is
Does Cuba have toilet paper?

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I am Reality’s angel resting on the broad shoulders of discovery the truth feeds darkness and engulfs its target ideas and concepts in turn become meaningless to you there is a creator of all things He is just and patient many still have fallen into the masses of shadow wrapped in their own filthy idols of philosophy I have seen grown men fall like rose petals and weaklings rise into unjust leaders forever the follower of furtive evil dominating only to remain inferior the most important answers lie in the unseen regions where no sense can fully give assurance the mind that so many unreasonably twist and turn grows weary because of the distance it must take and truth be told the distance is not what frustrates it is knowing we are seeking something far that could very possibly not exist, that our minds can twist into theoretical, idealistic nonsense it is knowing all we really think we know is meaningless and yes—even a lie all that has been written thus far rests under my wings under the warmth in which you refuse to feel can you believe in me— though I am completely unseen? how much more difficult would it be to see Him?

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Senile and silly are the woes of sage.
Broken on the altar of age.
But the children care not,
They enjoy the silliness a lot.

No matter the weather,
I thank God, our Lord and Father
For the fun
Smiles, water and sun.

But even when all seems lost,
No hope to regain the cost
I'll not regret nor dread the pain;
For in His joy and peace I remain.

Now, let Love abide!
Never to leave His side.
Overflowing from the Holy Spirit forever
I will not fail; not ever!

Aging gracefully, I'm ready
To step into Eternity; it's heady!
Happy and excited to be
With my Lord, eternally!

Copyright © Helen Reimer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
  There are plenty of Ayn Rand followers around
but there is something called "Art for Art's Sake"
   I have gotten paid for writing - even sold some poems
However, I feel that Art for Art's sake 
   is not a lot of nonsense 
Poetry can liberate the spirit 
  and bring to life feelings that money just can't buy 
   So does Chock Full of Nuts coffee
However, I don't drink coffee 
preferring to mellow out with some tea
        "the green kind"
I certainly wish success to the Green Pavillion poets 
    All the time realizing 
   that 
   writing is a great escape from the troubles of life 
I. also realize that there are some 
    very great poets out there in the darkness 
        who never get up and read their work
who will become known in the future long after we have returned to dust    

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Ding dong church bells...... When the sun rises in the morning then the church bells begin to toll in the tower These church bells are the voice of God They make people to assemble to sing the Divine praises Ding dong bell, Ding dong bell Its a divine sound of a church bell in the village Calling people to come for prayers and telling people to have faith in God Ding dong bell and the sound carries all the way These church bells sound remind us the love of God and make us to believe that we belong to Him Bring our God above to have mercy in our soul and let the spirit to make strong in our heart Ding dong bell, Ding dong bell Its a sound of a church bell in the village Calling people to come for prayers and telling people to have faith in God Ding dong bell and the sound carries all the way Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka All rights are reserved @ 2014

Copyright © Ravi Sathasivam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
You know faith is a substance
Yes, a spiritual law
They say it moves mountains
And, I’ve seen it before
You see without prayer
It’s not going to work
Words without actions
Are dead and desert





They say it moves mountains
But faith needs to grow
You must hear the word
Then the mustard seeds’ sown
It starts off little
And then branch’s out more
Becomes part of the vine
Like a true devout it soars





Love is the answer 
To a lot of our prayers
But faith is the action
Upon mountains we stare
Words of the spirit
Righteous and true
Become like the Father
Yes, me and you





You know faith can move mountains
Let’s all pray together
No matter the mountain
No matter the weather
Big or small
This problem we face
We can do better
With the gift of God’s grace 





© Copyright KC. Leake
20th December 2014
All Rights Reserved

 



Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.

*

Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Life has a meaning that nobody knows, like the past and the present everything comes and goes. your life is a mark that can't be erased your problems get worse and they need to be faced. you think things over as you lie in your bed your whole life flashes in your head. where did the madness ever start why won't the pain go away in my heart you ask and you ask when will it be gone, will the hurting inside ever pass on. no one knows the answers except one God, so just live your life to the fullest and try to have fun. because then you may find a love that eventually falls apart and again there's a aching deep in your heart. once again there's that meaning that nobody knows like the past and the present everything comes and goes.

Copyright © tiffany franklin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
***This poem is to all of my fellow soupers who have 
kindly and generously read my poems, and lifted me up
with your kind words and opportunities....you are all 
appreciated***

Tears of joy do linger
In the corner of my eye
The support that's offered here
Makes me want to cry

To all my newfound friends
on this godsent poetry site
Thank you all so much
You truly are my light

I was deep down in the dark
Seeking proffessional help
Then I came accross the soup
And you all read what I felt

Some Comments on My poems
Lifted my spirits way up high
I don't even "know" you guys
But still your always nigh

I dont need a therapist
To listen to my grief
God showed me this place
where I would find the most relief

I had to let you all know
My faith has been restored
It's a real tough year
But now I can thank and praise the Lord

He brought me here to you
From the pits where I was consumed
He knew you all would listen
And help me through this doom

It may not be much
But this is coming from my heart
Soupers, you saved a life
From you all i'll never part!!!

-Miranda Lambert-

Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011

Details | Ballad |

Fairies are beautiful creatures that live a world of their own
Some have powers and do magic some even get full grown,

These are creatures that have wings that sparkle with a bright light
They even have little wands that light up at night,

I believe in fairies as much as I believe in myself
Some fairies even have small friends called elves,

The small creatures are beautiful and free
People may look at you funny because they don't believe,

I will always believe in all mystical creatures
Even if some of them have funny features,

If we all could try to believe in something they may not be real
Just maybe then the world would be a better place and we can express how we feel.

Written By:Unique Poetry 2015

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
This is the tale of Sandy the snail...
Who always wore her hair in a ponytail...
She was different from others and I’m sure you’ll agree...
As her colors were bright neon fluorescent green you see... 
She wasn’t content just moving slow...
She wanted to run like a Marathon Pro...
Up early each morning...
When the Sun arose...
She did pushups, pull ups and touched her toes...
Alas... it was then she realized this was futile...
As everyone knows...
If she had feet, she would be more mobile...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I can imagine : staring in the eyes of : Elizabeth Barret Browning
Seeing the " Glory of LOVE '; bring on the " Sorrow of LOVE "
The sweet outstanding " Black LOVE " of Edgar Allen POE
" Edna St. Vincent Millay " and I Believe in GOD'S Creation

To  sit beside Carrie Richards; Watching POETRY Created
To Live , In the mind of  the Teacher “ Carolyn  Devonshire”
To Understand the Language , as the  Great Master “ Dr. Ram Mehta “
To know ,FOREVER LOVE as the “ SweetHeart” ~ Linda-Marie ~

I have Forever Dreamed: of someday being a POET Laureate
How silly is my mind, when Emotions, have Died Long Ago
Words are Earthly : I can not understand their meaning, “PURPOSE”
If Only the HEART deep with-in the Soul  : could write POETRY
                                 “ I Could “

Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet |
"The Law of Faith"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

I would like to inform those who just don't know the half
Man can corrupt anything except for Truth and math
But when it won't add up, they start to multiply their lies
So in order to have something real, division must arise
And just think of the remainder, a mere fraction of self
Always needing common factors to feel complete breath
Some will use substitution, others will choose elimination
To solve the system of Life's complex equations
It just depends on the situation, how was the problem derived
If it can't be integrated, it must have come from inside
That is called false pride, that's its natural base
And to calculate E, you need infinite space
And you only have one face, you can only subtract one Life
That proof was in the Induction Of Jesus Christ
The Identity Of Sacrifice As Given By The Word
The Co-Sign Was By The Father, The Son, And The Holy Spirit, How Superb

Copyright © eric boddie | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
Children are Precious

Children are precious
They are gifts from God above
We must nurture them 
And shower them with love.

Children need guidance, support, discipline and God’s grace
When they are younger, we must help them tie their shoelace.
We must teach them what’s right and what’s wrong
We must watch their shows with them and listen to their songs.

We have to make sure that they’re on the right track
We have to make sure they have food on their table and clothes on their backs.
We must provide for their physical needs and their emotional needs too
We must often praise them and spend time with them
And we must teach them that when it comes to serving God and reaching goals
They should always stay true.

Copyright © Shuntae King | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose Poetry |

                                          
                            Swallowed by the night rain;
                       I chased the light.
                 Though you knew I could not trust it.
               It changes itself when it meets a black hole.

Copyright © Umme Salma Alam | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Why is Soup alive and well?
Was it dead?
Or is it dead?
Then don't say it's alive and well
When you say it's alive and well
You meant it's not dead
Well it's not dead
Then don't say it is alive and well
Unless it's dead
Then you can say "it's alive and well"
It's my take on it
You can say "it's alive and kicking"
But who is kicking?
You?
I am not
Because I am hitting the town
Living about
And I'm definitely not kicking
Unless I kick you
For saying that
"It's alive and living"
Then say "live"
Poetry lives

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Each morning as my eyes awaken
A lovely song in my heart is heard
Its melody is more than enchanting
It inspires me with amazing words

How could I ever live without you
Lord, why would I ever turn away
From your spirits song of deep love
Which within my heart simply stays

I deeply breathe your perfect harmony 
Accepting your kiss of a love divine
Happiness paints my world beautifully
Since your wonderful gift became mine

Lord, I will always let the world know
How truly blessed my life really is
From that very first perfect moment
As you spoke to me the words I forgive

All that I thought would not be possible
Suddenly in an instant became very true
As my heart humbly responded joyfully 
How much in life I really needed you

I will seek new ways each morning
To happily lift up your name in praise
Thanking you for making love a reality
As a treasured blessing which now stays.

Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
While taking a well-earned break
Enjoying the warmth of a sunny day
Feel the soft breeze brush against your face
Catch a glimpse of life renewing itself
Budding flowers, trees and the constant chirp
Of new born chicks tucked in their nests
I am grateful for all these simple things
Another day given with eyes to behold
These magical beauties of God's creation
A feast for my soul and eyes each spring

~*~

Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2011

Details | Prose Poetry |
wake up to serendipity
ignorant and unknown
shaken and not stirred
blond can be bond

Reality, metaphor and cliche
cheesy juvenile decay
Love, care and hate
past the use by date

of fights and torment
and well deserved lament
salute to the solitary reaper
with Metallica... I disappear

Copyright © Anwar Hussain | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
Good morning Father, may I have a talk with you because to my self I need to be true. For Father I am living in a world of shadow and doubt and I thank you Lord for straightening things out. I have been looking at my life thinking I was living it right, I thought I had the scoop until you started to show me the truth and I was thrown for a loop.

Now I have listened to people who sound intelligent and some not quite so, some could prove what they said and others I know were just putting on a show, but there is none in worst shape than the ones who think they know. I know this to be true 'cause I thought I knew. So your laws I did forsake and that was a huge mistake. It started while growing up in the hood, where up is down and bad is good, It's no longer just there, so it must be in the air because everywhere it has spread now ain't that a kick in the head. 

When I was a child I heard screw discipline and run wild. Well life burst my bubble and I stayed in trouble. Then why work when you can get over and you can do it while getting high, forget being sober. Well, I ended up on the rocks 'cause that took me to the school of hard knocks. Then I heard drown your troubles and rebel, that took me through a living Hell. Now the world makes this easy to believe, you think you know but you are being very naive and totally deceived.

Lord I thank you, for showing me, in this life which has so many ways you can go, to take it slow and whatever you do, Don't Think You Know. Now lord I see we are living in perilous times with high and heinous crime. People are turning cold as ice, many are saying down with Jesus Christ and the whole world is about to pay an extremely high price, At The Rise Of The Anti- Christ. For without you Lord He's an unbeatable foe and one of his most powerful weapons is To Make You Think You Know.

This comes with a twist, 'cause He will also make you think, He don't even exist. For he know us all to well and his mission is, To Send Us All To Hell. Now I thank you Lord for showing me, That The Holy Bible is the key to unlocking life's mysteries. With you my life was a waste and whatever I face, I now know, I can do nothing without your Grace. And I thank you again for clearing things up for going the way of the world, you will drink from a very bitter cup.

Now I am all aglow 'cause walking with you, I No Longer Think I Know. Thank you again, AMEN.

Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
Why do birds have wings,
Did you ever watch them fly?
Gracefully they fill the air,
Beauty in the sky.

Why do puppies wag their tail,
Their happiness so pure?
The little squeeks and special sounds,
Steal your heart for sure.

Why do trees have leaves,
Their branches reaching far?
Their start in life a tiny seed,
Their growth wonder and awe.

Why does the sun rise in the East,
Brighten our life each day?
It then sets in the West,
When it is time to go away.

Why do flowers only bloom,
For a little while?
We enjoy their beauty,
They soon go out of style.

Why is there a rainbow,
Whose colors have no end?
Why is it not straight,
Instead of in a bend?

Moses brought the Israelites,
Out of Egypt's land.
How did they get there anyway,
We do not understand.

Thomas, do you believe,
Because you see and feel?
Bless those who accept the Son,
For it is God's Will.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014