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Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The Dead Of Winter

Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.

Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.

As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.

The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.

Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.

And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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I’m a lonely lighthouse battered by the sea Standing all alone steadfast and strong Keeping guard for souls in difficulty Maintaining my watch all day long Waves exploding but I’m standing firm Salty spray splashes over me A soldier of the sea I confirm I ‘m committed to my duty Storm or tempest I will never fear Tsunami or swirling hurricane Shining my light so you know I’m here For sailors, I will always remain Contest The Sentinel Sponsored by Eve Roper 04~06~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Forever Blue

I am forever blue,
Just like the sky,
All the rain that falls on you,
Is how I feel when I cry.

I am deep blue like the sea,
Barely breathing beneath the waves,
How lonely can one be?,
There's nothing left here to save.

This feeling is not once in a blue moon,
It lasts all day and night,
It's as deep as a blue lagoon,
With no end in sight.

The frosty air is so cold,
On this blue December night,
Here is what my future holds,
And I know it isn't right.

My whole life has been so blue,
With so many turns like a river,
The water is so cold now, too,
It makes me really shiver.

My future is so blue,
And this is my only end,
I want to tell you, I love you,
Because you're my only friend.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Cry In The Dark

As you cry in the dark and your tears find the pillow
You think I don't know, those tears filled with such sorrow
Are for that long ago love, then comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow

Dreams filled with the memory of her face
Wisps of her hair, visions of ribbon and lace
The look in her eyes, another time and place
I wish this from your mind, I could forever erase

But war time came and took you away
And never knowing your fate, day after day
Time took its toll, as time will do
She went on with life, her life without you

As I cry in the dark and my tears find the pillow
You'll never know, these tears filled with such sorrow
Are those longing for love, again comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow

©Donna Jones

Copyright © Donna Jones | Year Posted 2013

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- A Soul Thoughts In A Lonely Night -

When the nights are dark and long
Held on a slim lunar cradle rocking back and forth 
Sleep would be merciful unto eyes suffering fate 
As the lids fall under inside emotions gates

To finally make a break free
Climbing the highest mountain peaks 
Some dreams of angels carry the soul away
Into a world where butter melts into golden visions 

Be with me when the night is dark and quiet
Waltzing  silver shadows eloping stars shooting trails 
A delicious feeling soars on the winds above the earth
Breathless fire burning warm spirit intoxicating timeless

Flowing into a universe with song softly dancing joy
Happiness warmly glows distant horizons 
This dark night will soon end 
As the teardrops greet a new day bathing angels in light 

A Collaborated Poem 15.01.2016
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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The Crone

A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome 
raptly reciting incantations from a frail and ravaged page.

A century past, was the last time she’d seen them roam; 
that cursed dark knight and his dragon with scales of chrome.
Overwhelmed by terror, she’d tried hiding herself in her bed
but the dragon knew…he could sense her, and lit up her home.

Scarred by the inferno, disfigured she looked like the dead.
The whole village feared her, and quickly rumors had spread,
“You’re a witch, you’re a monster, you’ll curse us, don’t venture so near…
stay away from our town, leave us alone.” they had said. 

90 years of solitude, the crone spent every night with her fear;
entrenched in lore of ancients, spells feeble and others severe.
She committed her life to mastering the forbidden art
and now to her dread, dark knight and chrome dragon, drew near.

Though the breeze had granted her time, and a decent head-start,
the dragon had sensed her, and it wanted her heart.
Shaking, she whispered, casting spell after spell in the night, 
transfixed, she fluidly traced out a primeval star chart.

When she had finished, she took up a shawl brilliant white, 
hobbled out of her dwelling, and sang in the twinkling starlight.
Above her, the knight on his chrome beast made a dive
His sword in its sheath; he was expecting no fight.

The crone raised a finger, and with it, her will to survive.
Perseus, Prometheus, Orion, and Apollo did revive;
The lion, the ram, the bull and scorpion, from heaven crept
Beasts and heroes, gods and titans of ages past, came alive. 

The blanket of heaven descended, and all who had slept
marched on the dark knight and his dragon, to intercept.
The battle was fierce, but swiftly it ended.
The crone ended her song, and then finally she slept.

The life she had granted the stars had expended
what life she had left, though that was as she’d intended.
She’d committed her life to protecting her homeland
though they’d sent her away, still their lives she'd defended.

Now there’s a rare constellation of a gnarled old hand
choking out a chrome dragon which appears to be manned.
Written somewhere on a frail and ravaged page,
is a spell to summon her...though that book has been banned.

Submission for: FANTASY
Hosted by: Mystic Rose

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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Wallflowers with their faces raised, 
     and others too, with heads bowed low;
          the weak, the stronger, eyes all glazed... 
those flowers there all in a row.

Wallflowers placed against the wall, 
     stems bent and twisted, on display.
          In a long row, they line the hall, 
like wilted plants, no role to play.

Wallflowers there lined up as eight; 
     tomorrow perhaps there are less.
          So soon replaced by whims of fate...
more added flowers in distress.

They stab the heart of those who pass; 
     eyes look into our depth of soul.
          Blank eyes that glare like faded glass...
sad hearts that know there is no goal.
Wallflowers there against the wall;
     from wheelchairs come the quiet cries.
           I hear their silent, pleading call...
My anger I cannot disguise.

Sandra M. Haight

~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Weepy Quatrain
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 05/21/2016
I wrote about this moment, which is
intensely frozen in my mind, because of a visit to a local
nursing home. (photo from Goggle images.)

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Okay, Just Drop One In

Okay, Just Drop One In Okay, just drop one in his cup, or maybe two or more, in trembling hands that he holds up, while begging eyes implore. Wrapped up in tattered coat, his home, wherever he may end; cast out by fate and all alone... this cup, his only friend. Okay, just drop one in his cup, a bill or batch of change, to see him smile when he looks up... as fear with hope exchange. To see eyes sparkle and well up... perhaps today he eats. Okay, just drop one in his cup; revive this heart that beats. Sandra M.Haight ~10th Place~ Contest: Okay, Just Drop One In Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 10/04/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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The Lonely Poet

Paste on your passion smile
Crisp all your words
as you settle yourself 
to be self-consumed, heard
Whisper sweet nothings
which only you know
Don't stop the banter,
the words or the flow
You've reached the summit
of the loneliest point
You're king of the vacancy
best in the joint
Write all your poems
on the back of your hand
and read them at supper
of cream pie and sand
Your siblings will stand up
and whisper applause
You've felt all emotion
and ridden all stars
They bid you good-bye
for you're out of their league
and to think you just wanted
to be heard, succeed...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

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Jailed Innocent

Never thought I would adorn prison stripe
of black and white without fashion or flare.
News coverage was an exaggerated hype
that could give me a lifetime to wear.

I proclaim that I am blameless and innocent
with no record of violence anywhere.
My heart is heavy with sorrow for this gent
whose loving soul I did willfully snare.

I didn’t know his heart was weak and frail
from loss of his aged dying wife.
I plead don’t incarcerate me to lonely jail
for the rest of my young passionate life.

I have given my all, consoling lonely men
who have lost a loved one present or past.
Do not belong in jail, haven’t committed a sin
please reconsider your honor, I asked.

The old callous judge scowl faced with denial
sentenced me to life of community service.
Since the old gent died with a smile,
jail was not my rightful justice….

Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Tenth Place Winner ~ "A poem that has never been entered in any contest” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer 
March 24, 2013

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Only the Seer Says

The day is beckoning and it's dawn shall awake For I to arise to knowing where my head will lie Is it my fortune to eventually feel I to forsake Will I be dispositioned to feel I to despise To acknowledge the one that will I succumb Shall it be Dark or Light, allow the clouds be If such confusions become temperamental Look into my eyes, such hunger you will see When seen I draw nor Light, nor drawn Dark Leaving my open eyes to declare whether Allowing such hunger in eventual see Only the seer influences, such can sever .

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Darkness into Light

So many things in life I’ve seen,
So many hearts been broken,
Not least this slab of ice in mine,
Used often as a token.

Assume not that you’re all alone,
There’s darkness in us all,
On long black sleeves, the helpless wear, 
But it shan’t prevent the fall.

Those who hide the wretched beast,
Donning that halo of light,
Where happy little bluebirds fly,
Are suddenly struck by night.

They say two wrongs don’t make a right,
But who are THEY to say,
Take my hand, and cry no more,
For the light is on its way.

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

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Tears In Heaven

Lovebirds sing a duet up in the clouds
tulips pucker up to kiss the butterflies,
I am surrounded here by serene beauty
with the tears of heaven in my eyes.

Where bright rainbows never fade away
and stars twinkle in the moonbeams,
yet, what is all of this beauty worth
if there is no one to share my dreams.

Still, you shall find me there someday
and maybe want to stay for awhile,
making sure that my tears in heaven
accompany only laughter and a smile.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Never a Doubt

I'm no longer afraid of being lonely
Since you became part of my life
You gifted me the promise of forever
When you said you would be my wife

All the moments that have been perfect
Come from the smile you gift each day
My love, you are more than amazing
You have blessed me in many a way

When the two of us came together
Many wondered what it was all about
There were those who thought we were crazy
But my darling I never had any doubt 

Together and yet unique people
I've learned so much by being with you
Authentic and oh so amazing
I'm inspired by all that you do

A love that is meant for forever
Leaves room for each person to grow
Each day is a true celebration
With you, that's what I've come to know.

Dedicated to my sweetie and inspired by listening to
"And I Love you So" sang by: Perry Como
For Teppo Gren's Golden Oldie Contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2016

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Last Night

Last night your faded memory came to me,
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
?As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze,
?As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace…

Copyright © Reshad Yahyaie | Year Posted 2013

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The Legend Of Lonely Street

The night was dark the moon in hiding, squeals and giggles around the streets 
All the children dressed in costume begging sweets on trick or treat.
None dared to go to Lonely Street, no treat could entice them there
The legend of the cloaked man with a staff still lingered in the air.

The riches of the gilded street does not welcome Halloween footfall
Lonely Street would remain so, this year none would call.
The legend said the cloak-ed man glides along the street
None heard footfall, as he followed those indulging in trick or treat.

A blood curdling scream assaulted the ears, followed by another
Children ran and scattered, screams and tears they could not smother.
Along Lonely Street the cloak-ed man was heard to give a laugh
“Why scream my little ones?” in his hand he raised a staff.

“You are here to celebrate the waking, and walking of the dead
Come hither my little ones this is what tradition has said.
You dress as ghosts and spirits long gone, begging for some treats
But then when somebody refuses you, you trick them, that is weak.”

To do this on the night that we, the dead awake
You should surely know its time for us to teach you your fate…
I am here to collect all your souls, you will join us in the flesh
You celebrate and dress to please now you will visit the devils crèche.

He raised his staff high, his cloak opened wide
With a howling wind the children were blown inside
His cloak was full of all the souls of the young 
Their screams were heard, to the night they clung.

No more was there a Halloween night in that area or surrounding
The souls on Lonely streets stay  in and still their hearts are pounding.
The Cloak-ed man is waiting; he is waiting each year on Lonely Street
For the sound of children laughing as they dress as ghosts on trick or treat…

© 29/08/2012.

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012

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Lonely Soul

A well-worn path
of one lonely soul,
a solitary journey that
begins to take a toll.

A lonely soul that
was left an empty heart,
on one darkened day
when true love did depart.

A soul left lonesome
to live a painful life,
where a scar remains
like a cut from a knife.

Dark days turn to night
teardrops falling like rain,
no umbrella can shield
perennial tears of pain.

For a lonely lost soul
no comfort can be found,
there is no more love
when no light is around.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Coral Pink

It's still alive, the rose he gave 
Coral pink like the blush of our cheeks
It's life makes my own so worthless
Thriving upon nothing, for weeks
They say that colors make the mood
I don't live by what others say
I only pick the ones I want to hear
And then I go on my way
If he is happy I know not
I only know this old rose is still pink
If the sky is crying, let me cry too
Washing away each tear as I blink
Fading as each day passes by
But faithfully retaining it's hue
Lying nostalgically beside my bed
Stunningly against the wall's blue

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013

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Lonely No More

It was hard to accept my husband’s death
I believed I could never love again
At the age of twenty-four I resolved
I no longer wanted to bond with men

Birthdays flew by with no celebrations
Though I was the youngest of three children
I never had a family of my own
Holidays made me feel loneliest then

It took more than years; decades in fact passed
Before I noticed elderly couples
Walking hand-in-hand, strolling city streets
And my feelings of loneliness doubled

When the old woman next door died alone
So few came to her funeral service
I brought flowers, knelt gently by her grave
Bowed my head and realized I was nervous

All of my friends were happily married
And though they invited me to their homes
For many picnics, weddings and parties
I was never comfortable standing alone 

But visiting St. Patrick’s Cathedral
I realized that I'd not been alone
I lit candles for departed loved ones
And basked in glory of the light they shone

Comforted by the presence of our Lord
I turned and opened the cathedral’s door
When a kind man retrieved my fallen scarf
Together we remain, lonely no more 

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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In the quiet he sleeps

Darkness abides save flickering candle light
Illuminating his silhouette of masculinity 
exhaustion renders an end tonight
Supplanting all previous antiquity  

In the quiet he sleeps 
Leaning close to steal his breath 
As the wanting piques 
With the rise and fall of his chest

My lips fall slightly upon his own
Sleepily he begins to stir
For his pause my darling he soon atones
As his hands they caress my curves

You set my passion ablaze again
Our appetite whet for more
Soon transported to a lovers realm
The key which unlocks my door

Though intimacy sweet
It's ecstasy adored
Permanency is what I seek
Our days and nights in one accord

In times passage you'll leave and then
My eyes will covet your face
Abandoned and lonely  I'll pick up my pen
Repeatedly this scenario retraced

How I long for the time
Your wife I'll be named 
Together our lives redesigned 
A longing no more to be feigned

When all our tomorrow's 
The missing knows no place
In your arms I know no sorrow
My home in your soul interlaced

Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2013

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Faces of Lonliness

A soldier breathing his last breath

A scarred wife left behind

A father-less son now contemplating death

A son-less father losing his mind

                             ~Christopher Thor Britt

Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013

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The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter

...for Carson McCullers

Terse language scored to the bone   
with naught leftover, 
truth suffusing every word 
without a shred of platitude.

She faced her ghosts with fortitude,
hope and loss a perfect blending.
Straight to the point she spoke her mind,
no careless gesture or equivocation.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2012

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Hope's Waning

You daydream of falling in love
and two hearts bonded for all time.
Yet find yourself wishing for wings
to escape anxiety’s climb. 

In this state of unhappiness
you miss what you never possessed.
And heartaches trigger depression  
leaving you feeling tired and stressed.

Innocent fantasies flourish
played out within romantic dreams. 
And passion smolders in your heart
despite nightmares and silent screams.

Magic still exists in your world
although reality's gaining.
For it is hard to keep smiling
when time’s ticking and hope's waning.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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The Old and Lonely Poet

On edge of arid desert set
a trailer aged in rust
with tires flattened long ago
and covered thick with dust.
A friend I'd known for many years
had lived alone inside -
and if his lamp was burning, then
I knew he hadn't died.

The lamp seemed always to be lit
but never did complain.
Then sure enough, I saw him there
through dirty window pane.
The Great Depression hurt him so.
I saw it in that place.
I saw it in his lonely words.
I saw it in his face.

The mental stress that he went through
was far too much to bear -
and would have been for anyone
if they were sitting there.
But they were not.  Just he alone
survived his great ordeal.
And his reward?  An empty can,
a cold and meager meal.

The old man couldn't hear too good.
The years had quickly passed -
so catching his attention, I
tapped loudly on the glass.
It seemed to take forever, but
he made it to the door.
Black cobwebs hung from corners and -
newspapers hid the floor.

He greeted me with friendly eyes,
skin wrinkled deep from sun.
He made me feel welcome, though
his work was never done.
I visited for quite awhile
as he kept at his rhymes.
He changed his thoughts, his lines, his words
at least a thousand times.

I said, "It must be good enough."
Replied he, "Not at all.
It doesn't capture God's great love.
This needs an overhaul.
For God is love and God is grace
in absolute perfection -
so how can I write something less
to add to this collection?

"This poetry I write for God
must always be perfected -
or basket, full of waste, is filled
with poems I've rejected."
I fell asleep while sitting there.
I woke at 3 AM
and heard him mumble something like,
"...to change the hearts of them."

Observed, I did, his wise old ways.
I'd learned all that I could -
but never measured up to him -
my writing, not as good.
I saw his great intensity.
I stayed with him for days.
I watched his sacrificial work
I saw his humble ways.

He strove to write in perfect words,
expressing his rare love
for all of those who'd done him harm
from politics above.
Forgiving them of evil deeds
had given him such peace -
that each and ev'ry word he wrote
became a masterpiece.

I once decided to return -
to visit one last time.
The old and lonely poet, though,
had written his last rhyme.
The years have passed.  Such great respect
I had for that old man.
Could I improve my poetry
for God?  He proved I can!

©2015 louis gander / ganderpoems.org

Copyright © louis gander | Year Posted 2016

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High atop the mountain's peak
Where the wind does softly speak
Brushed against the midnight flower
Locked up in her mighty tower.

Copyright © Kaitlyn Barr | Year Posted 2014

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Drunk at Fourteen

I wondered home one night with the stars, 
With my kingly rugby shirt on encompassing, 
My blue Bec 40 electric wheelchair, no bars, 
Which I was also the king of notwithstanding. 

Irrespective of my supposed bad hand spasms,
Irrespective of my enforced silence regarding,
Irrespective of my female sex and mannerisms, 
Irrespective of my eccectric mind and thinking.

I'd been told by cool dude Neil, sanity’s head, 
That I should only journey out with an adult man, 
But I was toppled by this statute and his med, 
Such that I was quite enraged and wished to pan. 

I was really testing mum and dad’s foul bribary, 
‘Cos they desperately wished me to be Christian. 
Born again at that, or is it really quite obviously? 
I think there’s nothing in god, trinity, or religion. 

So I drank peacefully that evening at the Italian, 
It was my Italian to me ‘cos we’d visited, family, 
When both mum and dad had a rue spartican, 
With the waiter and I'd apologised deftly, calmly. 

So I'd had a few drinks and one majestic pint,
The Bec was beautiful to me, flowed with love,
Because it had a kerb climber to kerb’s mount,
‘Cos it showed my real hand dextrosity, glove.

When I returned I interacted with my born parents, 
As if they could acuse me sanely of being drunk, 
But they were just awkward, not nice, not cogents, 
Acted as if it was ok for me to become a drunk!

I was a dumb to them but got angry in my room, 
And never got drunk again at home until I was 18,
And that agitated them until their madness did loom, 
With questions on how to live collected and clean! 

I chose to wait until Neil spoke to me again, walks, 
Which he did rather lately, after three whole weeks: 
“Did you get your dad to take you out, Rhoda?” Stalks, 
So I quietly replied that I took myself, the cheeks!

We are one of many, and various functionality’s exist, 
Some use our feet to type, we're still physically disabled, 
Some use another to write and live, ‘cos carers persist, 
Some use our mouths to write or do sport, enabled. 

Why were my friends at school all ginger nuts, dippy? 
When I never suggested I didn’t have a faith problem, 
Not a psychological question or daft personality loopy, 
But a pit to rise from separate from my parents’ religion.

Contextualisation frees you into a sense of self-worth, 
‘Cos differences are evolution’s pride and mannerism, 
And if they become boastful diversities that we birth, 
Then evolution sets our ID above others in catechism. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

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How To Live Alone

Can I wrap my hand?
Round orb, in this
Can I walk on arid
As a prisoner desire
to land,

Can I be in
To my ending love
and attention,
Can you sign this
letter for sanction,
Inside, I sentenced
your detention,

Will my wrath and
anger end,
Can anyone make me
So I am able to walk
or wend,
As I have nothing to
write and send,

Can you give me a
piece of time,
Nib now dead, So I
begin with the lime,
To write a slaying
tale of love crime,
But contrary to
sime, (Simenon)

But, Now I give up
all this d*mn
For which I ruined,
a treasury,
So-called love with
all its brutality,
So begin to live
alone fiercely.

And call it quits at
absolute span,
So a balmy turns to
amiable man,
And love hangover
shed lightly,
So I can live alone

Shahid Hussain

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013

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Autumn Breeze

The shades of autumn, beautiful to see, And I hear your whisper from fallen leaves, I wish you could come, to be here with me, So lonely and cold is the autumn breeze. I miss your smile your joyful summer songs, And I look for you in old memories, I wish you were here, to enjoy the fall, So lonely and cold is the autumn breeze. Red and gold leaves, circle above the ground, While sobbing and silent stand the bare trees, I wish you could come, and sit beside me, So lonely and cold is the autumn breeze. Second Place Only II - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Laura Loo Each line has 10- syllables. May 2, 2016. Sponsored by: Teppo Gren Second Place, Contest judged on May 22, 2016. Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies) # 2 - Poetry Contest Inspired by the song - Autumn Leaves by Natalie Cole

Copyright © Meenakshi Raina | Year Posted 2016