My pen strives to flow,
saturate virgin fibers
crisp, cool and clean,
desires to spread
through virtuous threads
with thoughts, reflections,
colors from within -
yet at any given time
I’m tempted to resign;
my thoughts are faded,
my ink runs dry.
When your mind is weary
and words silently suppressed
like an empty fountain
your muse drains with scarcity -
take my palette,
let your artistry flow,
Illuminating barren scripture.
With you, my colors shine
more richly, my ink flows
to satisfy my need
to touch, and be touched
we observe in clear definition
as unblemished pages
are no longer innocent.
Copyright © Becca Teagan | Year Posted 2017
An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the
evening to be appropriate for the purpose.
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by
When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew,
I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true,
A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent
Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent.
I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more.
Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore,
The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry,
As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by.
The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane
As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes.
The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave
And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve.
My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war
But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before.
She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside,
And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride.
Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart,
For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part.
Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear
That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear.
The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years,
Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears,
When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew,
And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.
Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009
SOME STARS SHINE BRIGHTER
Some stars shine brighter
Some waves crash stronger
Some winds blow warmer
Some days are lovelier
Some friendships are eternal...
During our lives we meet a lot of people
But some will conquer a special place in our hearts
They'll be the ones for whom
We'll fight a little harder
We'll cry a little stronger
We'll cheer a little louder
We'll worry a lot over
They are the ones
That will always be there for you
Laughing with your happiness
Holding you during your tears
Some are in the same city
Others on a continent away
The distance doesn't matter
For we carry them always
In our minds and in our hearts
So they're never really far away from our thoughts
So my dear and sweet friend
Thank you for allowing me in your life
For always be there for me
Thanks for being my rock
You've a heart of gold
The most beautiful soul
Your light shine thru your poems
Your care and attention thru your words
I'll be always here for you too
Cheering for you every step of your way...
Take care of yourself and come back to us fast...
And... never forget...
To just be yourself
Because you're simply perfect
Just the way you are...
...and very much loved, my dear friend...
Love you, Darren
March 28th, 2017
Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2017
The Perfect Friend ©
Today I found a friend
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams,
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend,
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror
Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Shannen Wrass | Year Posted 2013
So I walked into my local supermarket
to buy my weekly shipment of Kit Kat bars,
Cinnamon Toast Crunch,
and Ovaltine powder mix.
As I shake off the snow on my fake Timberland boots,
coated in frozen animation,
thaws into warmth’s teardrops from
the supermarket’s 75 degree vents.
This moist sense of happiness was quickly interrupted
when I heard Wilson Phillips, “Hold On”
over the PA system.
Thankfully, the cutlery isle was just to my left.
So, now, I had plans!
But, before I could commit felony’s song,
I saw her.
A Portuguese goddess
with a strut that can ruin a man’s dignity.
She had Autobahn curves,
dark brown curls of hair & visuals,
and thick flesh meat that even Vegans would envy.
Her face lacked Maybelline coated misapprehension.
Cause I never did like clowns.
After staring longingly at her,
like a crack head with impulsive eyes upon a broken/unlabeled bag of baby powder,
she breezed past my stifled posture and clocked in to work.
She didn’t even get a chance to smell my $500 cologne called “Piece of Me”.
So with new-found urges to grab all my groceries,
like a burglar who really has to pee,
I rush to express checkout.
There she is.
Her register beeps in coupon lady’s rhapsody,
while my register needs a cleanup on Isle 9.
Now it’s my turn.
With girlish inner-screams of boy-band intensity,
I say, “Hi”.
She scans my apples, while I scan her melons.
The melons that the customer ahead of me didn’t want…
…they were on sale.
As if she read my mind,
“Are you feeling warm now?”
“All I want is to be the heat in your moment”,
which I almost said.
But, “Now I am”, is uttered.
As she smiled with seductive demure,
she handed me my receipt
with her phone number on back.
As I left the market,
I began to get cold again.
These winds of change
became gusts of numbness.
I locked myself out of my heart.
I turned around to go back inside.
Only to discover,
she didn’t have the key.
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2010
Your words flow freely like a cascading waterfall
Such beautiful writes, I can relate to them all
Words that reveal the pain in your eyes
The hurt you feel you cannot disguise
Tender words full hopes and of dreams of romance
Find the girl of your dreams, then take a chance
I am honoured to find such a treasured friend
Together lets hope our dreams never end
8th September 2014
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
There is a bridge, it crosses over deserts
It cements oceans, binds the icy seas
Flies over fiery vulcans, sings melodious
Breathes over you a cooling welcome song
A bridge that binds where first was separation
Oblivious to race, beliefs, or sex.
Does not care for timidity, bravado
And all it sees is sheer humanity
This bridge is art, its splendor shines in silence
Its poetry is love, its words seduce
This bridges arms wrap tightly 'round who needs it
And on this bridge we feast in harmony
Let's fill a glass, cheers to fraternization
To poetry as art that builds this bridge
'Tween worlds and people, far away and near
To friendship, love, and friends so very dear.
Blank Verse Iambic Pentameter
8th place in contest: Blank Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdi
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
Jan and Daz are so so happy
United are Jadazzle
Many months have passed
Poetry writing has been put on hold
It's been over a year... but we
Never gave up believing we would write together
Good times are just around the corner
Friendship oh so strong
Overt faith in each other
Radiating from united hearts
Joyous in our reunion
Optimism will be our byword
Yesterday is but a memory
12th August 2015
This is our first poem in about 14 months - writing together again was a dream that has finally come true - Jadazzle are well and truly reunited.
Written by Jan Allison and Darren Watson
Copyright © JADAZZLE UNITED | Year Posted 2015
To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask
I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing
A month after I joined soup an e-mail appeared
It said I was a ‘Premium Member’ it was so weird
I contacted soup said a mistake has been made
I’m a Premium Member … but I haven’t paid
They said the donor of my gift didn’t wish to be named
But I had no way to thank them, I felt so ashamed
I wrote a thank you poem so that they would know
Someone made it a favourite – but their name didn’t show
I later learned it was FJ Thomas, but by then she’d left the site
I wanted to make her proud of me, so I tried very hard to write
I’d not written a poem for many years,not since I was at school
Began writing when my hubby got cancer – a disease so cruel
Flo’s gift to a complete stranger meant the whole world to me
Writing became my lifeline I hope I’ve used her gift wisely
Since joining soup I began to collaborate
You really should try it - it really is great
Teamed up with a guy called Darren Watson
His sense of humour was awesome oh boy we had some fun
I was a complete beginner and Darren encouraged me
Telling me how well I wrote and he loved my creativity
We began to collaborate as Jadazzle United
Our friendship blossomed, we were simply delighted
E mails would fly and my self confidence soared
With Darren around there was no time to be bored
My world was shattered when dad was diagnosed with cancer
Darren was there to comfort me, often with a witty answer
Sadly Darren became ill and our writing came to an end
I spent many many weeks trying to trace my lovely friend
Contact was established with his family and after over a year
I got an e mail from Darren, I was overjoyed to hear
Darren’s positivity for the future gave my heart a lift
Our friendship is so precious just like a priceless gift
We’ve both had ups and downs in our lives recently
We're writing together again and we’re as happy as can be
Contest:- Poetry Soup Heroes
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
My Poetry Soup heros
F J Thomas
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~
When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!
Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree
Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show
A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart
Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!
I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh
Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand
Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?
Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream
Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down
She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain
Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!
We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1
A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!
And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.
You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!
Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!
You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!
I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.
Yet I had left.
One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.
Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.
Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.
The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.
You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.
I dreamed a dream of you.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013
Well, it has been one year since I joined Poetry Soup.
I smile now, because I have met this wonderfully diverse group.
August 7th, 2013 was a day that would change my life.
I finally found the place where I could express my cares and strife.
I know that I say this often, and yet it is still not enough.
Thank you all for bringing me happiness on days that were rough.
To Linda, The "Poet Destroyer" and her sister SKAT.
You both welcomed me warmly and I will never forget that.
To Chan Hurst, who is much more than "Just That Archaic Poet".
We will always be friends to the end, and you know it.
To Nature Boy, .... well ..... what more can I say?
You have helped and inspired me to blossom in every way.
To Gail Angel Doyle, Debbie Duncan, Cheryl Dunn, and Michael Clarke.
Thank you for knowing that good things can come from the dark.
To John "Jake" Posey, who mentioned Poetry Soup while on another site.
You were actually the first person to tell me that I could write.
To Isaiah Zerbst, with whom my first collaboration would be.
Thank you so much for seeing the poetic potential in me.
To Mustapha Mohammed, a true "partner-in-rhyme".
Thank you for allowing my poetry to take up some of your time.
To Peter and Vera Duggan, Liam McDaid and Carolyn D.
Your kindness and friendship always meant so much to me.
To Bindu Vijayan, Johnny Rhinem, Yasmin Khan and Becca L.
Thank you for truly understanding my words so well.
To Andrea Dietrich, Nette Onclaud, Debbie Guzzi and Giorgio A.V.
I truly appreciate the encouragement that you've given to me.
To F.J. Thomas, Mystic Rose, Richard L., and Anne-Lise A.
Meeting kind-hearted people like you has made me want to stay.
To Thomas Simunsen, Karen Anglesey, Dr, Ram Mehta and Drake E.
I think you have read almost every poem ever written by me.
To Matthew Anish, Charmaine C., Shadow H., and Dave Wood.
Thank you for making me smile more than anyone ever could.
To Robin Davis, Danesh Morgan, Roger H., Litan D., and Sara K.
I appreciate all of you visiting me nearly every single day.
To Christopher Thor Britt, Carrie C., Justin Bordner, and Craig C.
None of your written words have ever failed to inspire me.
To Casarah N., Robert Lindley, Paul Callus and Arthur V.
Thank you all for just being so friendly to me.
We all share a common passion through the writing of a poem.
I am so lucky to have found a place that feels like home.
There are many friends that I have met along the way.
So, thank you all for brightening up the last 365 days.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014
I don't have nothing really to post right now
However, I will read your poems first,
In hopes inspiration follows and falls into place
Please do not think I'm here to drop a bomb
It's just a fair warning on how, I'm here
"To Rock Your World"
Allow me kindly to introduce myself,
I'm as Sweet as they come
I'm not the enemy, but a poet friend
In time you will see, and hunger my name
I'm not new to any poetry world
In time you will notice I am not your average girl
I will play fair, If you do
I'll be true to you, if you are true
I'm not here to judge what I can't see
However, I will reply and enjoy the imagery
This Destroyer is not like a lawyer
However, mess with me or my sis
I'll chew you out like the D.E.A.
I'll mess with your mind
A brain storm cleaning you from bottom to top
I am the POET DESTROYER
Admiring those who love the world of wordplay
Today, I will end my WORDS
With the quote I've always wanted to say
"I am no poet!"
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart.
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful,
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.
© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2011
"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories"
Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart,
In my darkest hours friends have held me close;
Although in time we may be miles and miles apart
They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose.
All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams,
And with my dripping pen I create my poetry;
With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes,
Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be.
Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet,
In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees;
I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat,
Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze.
And through the years I have learned life is deep,
Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep.
March 14, 2015
For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Theme - Deep thoughts
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
Now I ask you this
A more common name you will not find
Cities have thousands of them
Small towns have at least one
Why pretty much everywhere you go
You will find a Mr. Smith
Why once in china
In the middle of nowhere
This old Chinese man came out of his hut
Shook my hand
Said , Ni Hoa me Mr. Smith
I was truly and duly shocked
Being a Smith, he made me tea and served me lunch
Go to any hockey game and I will tell you this
In the stands
There will be 1000's and more
of Smiths, Mr. and Misses and all manner of Smiths
Why even the Montreal Canadians have one!!!
Now if you turn around, there will be a smith behind
The odds say this is true, and thankfully for all,
To hold a door open
To help an old lady across the street
The Smiths are gods angels
Lending a helping hand
Love and good cheer, you know a smith is near
Now you may ask me how I know all this to be true
The answer is quite simple you see
I know a Tim Smith
A kinder man you will not find
A family that loves him
Friends that appreciate him
A tavern that knows him by first name
Someone who always buys me a DRINK!!!!
A man of loyalty this is for sure
What else explains a Blackhawks fan?
So I tip my hat to my friend Tim
I raise a glass of good cheer and salute
To a family man of honor
With a heart of gold for those lucky enough
To know Him
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
We could pretend it’s the end,
start loving each other all over again
I know you want to,
you still look at me in that way
as if to say, "I want to make you mine"
I knew that day I've lost it,
could not control the beating of my heart
they say a woman's heart beats faster than a man's
that first night I couldn't tell the difference
it was like your heart knew mine needed yours
the music it made, had me floating
all I could think of was how handsome you looked
still don’t fathom, you thinking I had this to die for smile
I just knew you held me captive,
chemistry never played a part
we were just two parts of a puzzle
in the end answering all the questions my
heart once asked
now here we are, it's been a while
yet it still feels like it’s that first time
when I realized without question,
you are the beating of my heart
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012
Campfire And Tall Tails
Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo from their long day’s hunt
Around the crackling campfire, they all gather and sat to warm their much-needed cold wet bodies
Keeping warm with a bottle of Jack Daniels or Black Velvet, and a can of Mountain Dew being passed around
Adding more wood to the campfire so it would last through the night
With the sons poking sticks into the embers and watching the flame spark, pop, and dance in their sight, while others roast marshmallows at the end of their sticks
The men are fixing their evening meal for all to feast on
They all gather around the campfire and sit,
Teasing and telling stories of their day’s adventure out in the woods,
Of a long, exhausting hike around the mountain,
With a vision of elk with a large crown of horns
The stories are told big and small
of the one they saw and had in their cross hairs, but a calf with its mother
who walked in front spoiling their shot
Or a bee that stung their hand when they were ready to pull the trigger
When they‘re all done, they crawl into their sleeping bags so they can do it all over again the next day,
Watching the campfire and teasing and telling their stories
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
I post my poems on poetry soup
About farting and guys with brewer’s droop
I’ve been given a crown
And I won’t let Flo down
Be assured I’ll keep on posting my poop!
Posted in conjunction with my blog about my amazing gifts from F J Thomas
25th January 2017
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Or maybe enters your life is
not the right expression,
waltzes with you, opens your eyes,
confronts you, questions and
challenges you, inspires you,
accepts you fully and completely,
And all the while the wind blows
over this world,
erases love, children, warps war everywhere
forgets the helpless,
dwarfs the powerless.
It's too easy to hide, turn your head away,
in enjoyable pastimes
But tomorrow it is
you, your house is gone
You are exiled, your children
are hungry or killed...
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Someone who with gentle force opens your eyes,
With beautiful lines, books and music.
And perhaps that is painful
But remember this: it is because he
has a beautiful heart, he
wants the world to be a better place.
April 23, 2017,
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
MY UKHT AL-KUBRA
I have one sister in my home
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
With dark brown eyes
And an inviting laugh
And a passion
I have a sister at Soup
Sweet, loving, with open arms and heart
Both my sisters are so different
Yet one thing is the same:
I love them both
With all of my heart.
My sister at home has her Arabic name.
My sister at Soup stil hasn't.
To me she is an inspiration.
So, my dear inspirational sister,
Below your name in my language:
ILHAME - INSPIRATION
The picture is Ilhame in Arabic calligraphy
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016
Lovely little songbird
looking in my window
smiles in your eyes
warm thoughts flowing
with marmalade skies
Pretty little songbird
singing subdued kisses
come make me whole
be my one and only
peek into my soul
Time ticking on the wall
starlit strummed melody
daydream dancing again
float alone in ecstasy
along with my gifted pen
Night time serenade
lift me up with the starshine
sprinkle tiny gifts of glee
love spread so sweetly
come drift away with me
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
Teddy lives in a world of strife,
Where fight for existence is stiff.
He writes poems that show his daily struggle,
As he tries to understand why there’s no mingle
Between different tribes and clans;
God, well maybe has better plans
His eyes are black, and his skin brown,
Like the Mother Earth he has grown.
Poverty and corruption is the norm,
As crime gangs day to day always form
His world I say, is so different from mine
Jan tries hard to make folks smile
Forget their troubles for a while
She writes poems that may make you weep
Other poems she pens you may wish to keep
Her eyes are green, her hair is titian -
The color’s out a bottle - that grey CAN be beaten
She lives on a little Island surrounded by the sea
where the air is fresh and there's no poverty
Unemployment is low, there is little crime
Her world is so very different from mine
We share a love;
A love for letters, words,
Knit together to create a deep message
That forever echoes deep within our souls.
Difference in race, nationality and ideology
Are all fused together in rhythm and sonnets,
Making us citizens of the world,
Enjoying the anarchy of love.
We are miles apart across the sea
But we share a love called poetry.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
We wrote together
You became a cherished friend
Then there was complete silence
Remain on my computer
I miss you so much my friend
We always had so much fun
You are often in my thoughts
I visit our page
Those poems remain forever
Such treasured memories
Oh How I miss you Contest
Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
The long and short of it
I find the poetry I read
while running through this site
Takes my breath away from me
and makes me want to write
But when I sit to do the same
with thoughts I have to share
I drop the pen and realize
that I can not compare
For here I find so many words
from in your hearts so deep
Emotions put down on the page
within my mind do seep
Amazing is a word I’ve used
describing what I see
Every day there’s something new
right there in front of me
I’d really like to name you all
but please don’t take this wrong
My list would have so many names
and make this thing too long
I know that none of you would stay
and read this to the end
So I’ll just say to everyone
my thanks to you again
And those of you now reading this,
to each and every one
You make this site a special place,
each day with you is fun
So now with that I’ll end this piece,
I’m happy to report
I managed to thank everyone
while keeping this quite short
Soup Poets…there are none better
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
I had nowhere to turn, had nowhere to go,
this is just something ,I think you need to know!
I don't know what made me trust you,
I still remember the day, when I told what I had been through!
I thought, I should jump off, or go hide in a hole,
but then I followed whatever you told!
As each day grew longer, my trust became stronger!
Each time I wanted to cry, you stayed there right by my side!
Then I moved to the twelfth grade,
I was really afraid, that my trust would slowly fade,
But I was very wrong, the bond is still strong!
Even Though you don't have time, you at least ask me if I am fine!
You are just seen for a while,with your contagious smile!
And then you walk away and you are out of sight,
I smile and then things are alright!
I am so glad,that you were there when I was sad!
You are the one on whom I can always depend,
And this is what makes you...MY BEST FRIEND
Copyright © sakshi sitoot | Year Posted 2014
My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!
© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008
L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
N-urtured from cradle to
entity with a new world
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
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