It crawls upon cold paws
To clutch with talons and claws
Nearing its prey, it hunts
With opening eyes and jaws
To shove with power and thrust
Upon insatiable desire and lust
It thrashes again and throws
Ardor so unjust
It bursts in colors of mist
In crimson hue and amethyst
Its forces like fireworks rise
Within emotion, organs, and amidst
In body it lies, in surreal disguise
Leaving no chance for mind to coexist
Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009
That sad day when you said, "It's just not there"
Such sentiments seemed pulled out of the air
For many months we'd loved and lived as one
Sharing dreams under the Florida sun
Our hopes were cast like nets into the sea
Never did I think they'd come up empty
What caused this shift was not for me to know
As 'neath the rays I wallowed far below
Searching for answers, wiping tears from my eyes
I longed to make sense, but reason defied
Until I found the hidden doctor's note
And learned your survival now seemed remote
I fought my way back into your strong arms
To stand again with you and ease the harm
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
Inspired by the following quote: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." — Helen Keller
Why am I crying now; there must be a reason
Is there something my conscious mind’s trying to hide
Or could it simply be this humid, warm season
The torment of seeking answers can’t be denied
There are days when I wake with a smile on my face
Grateful for many blessings that have been bestowed
But after nightmares, I feel I’ve fallen from grace
Anomalies exist in my genetic code
Like my Mom, I struggle to break from depression
Never understanding why feelings overwhelm
Perhaps I pay for a forgotten transgression
Is it a smile or a frown today at the helm
Sometimes I have tendencies to internalize
But the causes of these I cannot analyze
*Written March 14, 2015, for Sara’s “A Penny for your Thoughts” contest.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015
I must carry this torch down to the cave
To shed light upon the walls of my heart
For, if not, I will take it to my grave
And on that path may make an early start
I cannot think of love, when love is what
Consumes my every thought in every hour
I gambled all I have and took my shot
Chanced my wretched life to fate’s cruel power
But love is what I deeply need to give
My life is not my own unless it’s shared
This aching heart with which I have to live
Must find his mate if he’s to be repaired
But first I must let go the one I crave
And leave this burning torch within the cave ~
Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2008
The knots have knots…God?
Threads of needing, want, desire;
passion spent on barren sod
left to burn on flaming pyre.
God, the knots have knots?
Nodes and nodules, full of spoor,
planted upon poisoned plots
hoarding, warmth, desire and more…
God, the knots have knots!
Pulse, and pump; push, and explore
lose the beastly cankerous clots
excrete angst, open the pore,
Free the knots, God, please…
By root and rote, the seedling pleads.
Contest: Me Against Myself
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.
Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015
You wish to reach the deepest parts of me
To lure the abandoned child from her eternal sleep
To protect my shrouded frailty and soothe the storm within
But through no fault of my own, I could never truly let you in
You will underestimate my devotion, and burden my heart
Shatter my delicate trust, and at your hands, I'll surely fall apart
It would be wise for me to forget
Your eyes, your arms, your lips upon my neck
The heart knows no rationale, unlike the mind
But it holds the answers that logic unceasingly struggles to find
It's in my nature, it has always been my way
To seek comfort in solitary darkness, I find no refuge in the light of day
In my earliest years I discovered that no matter which love I chose
Far too many thorns mar a single rose
Copyright © Briana Collard | Year Posted 2007
Countries should be inclusive
And not make millions flee
Of fear for an elusive
I am not sure of country
Or city, street or home
What is my nationality
I do forever roam
This means I cannot give you
One contest rule you need
I wish I could, for I, too,
Want roots under my feet
Family's all I have here
A treasure that I hold dear
January 1, 2017
For contest: Sonnet about where you live
Sponsor: Silent One
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN
February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;
and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.
They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!
And when the fire consumed all that it could
the winter of their lives was understood.
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012
No more this verdant sight no more the sound
No more the heart of mist at nature’s dawn
No more victims of constant pressure found
No more the fool of man’s enactment borne.
To worship a foundation so ancient
The last bastion of one’s ancestor
Then one bears scars of prudence so poignant
When complied to appease the molester.
Our Fathers who wove within nature’s loom
So soon eras of memories destroyed
When at the mercy of Europe’s new broom
Leaving many dreams retrenched redeployed.
Hearts and minds linger still at Purple Haze
Ghostly cascades of falling tears amaze!
For all the farmers systematically force from their lands
in a orchestrated albeit subtle way
after the UK joined the European common market 1970's
A Poem about of one of those farms "Purple Haze"
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2011
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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
I despise sonnets, and they despise me.
So obnoxious with their fourteen line rhymes.
I’d rather be attacked by a banshee
Than be subjected to my mind’s rhyme-crimes.
Fingers tapping to the ten syllables.
Dead to the iambic pentameter.
Now I’m praying for the running of bulls.
A better poet would make my freezer.
o, I know Shakespeare would be so ashamed
To read the words that lay upon this page.
They do not stand to the man they are named.
A Shakespearean sonnet on rampage.
I know the man himself would not agree,
But thank God for rhyming dictionary.
Copyright © Kara McLain | Year Posted 2012
Briefly we bonded in the passage of time
Dancing with laughter and its joy we found
With hearts willing to touch in subtle rhyme
Until their beating slowed and lost its sound
You were a true lover, before we wept
The nights we attended, memory hides
Days are now buried with the time we kept
This graveyard will vanish as pain subsides
Shall I LEAVE YOU A KISS before I go
or disappear in silence, no return
Tomorrow's winding road I do not know
Every footprint left will have its concern
I'll leave you my tears with deepest regret
To repair the damage I must forget
Theme..Leave you a Kiss
contest.. Poet II
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
Sight disappears, irrelevant as dust
determination makes one crazy or brave
snatching the light anyhow, is a must
sensing danger even if it is a wave
compensates for survival which is just
but not independent from an unknown grave
restlessness available for a kind lust
as understanding extends its hands to save
view the chronicles of a struggling boy
thinking hammer is needed to break small nut
nothing then is as temporal as joy
each promise comes with a coma and a but
a sorry mind turned into a bad toy
strings of slavery only clarity can cut
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Are you the one?
In time gone by we where as one
As my lonely heart does cry
For understanding what has changed I can only try
The days together in the sun
Now alas, is it all undone?
It’s only you I will stand by
As my faults you do decry
Yet the heart stays fast, not to run
What’s past is dead and gone my love
It’s forward we should move
The future is bright as shining snow
Let it take flight as the mourning dove
I pray you’ll never disapprove
Of the love I’m trying to bestow
Copyright © Russell Smith | Year Posted 2011
Choices, Voices and Bad Company
Bang , bang , gunshots in heated night air sang
jump back , be careful where you nightly hang
Fun, fun , going where the night action stays
danger waits hidden when nights replace days!
Kick it, kick it, time to chase the gals
beware safety gone if you hang with pals
So carry a shooter , step up your game
name in the paper soon may be your fame!
Hold on, hold on, your future life has game
you grab future rejecting drugs so lame
Stand up , a man that carries his own weight
yield not to greed, lust and all useless hate!
Live on, living to find your star and shine
Live on, love in life , love so very fine!
Robert J. Lindley 08-24-2014
Note: A sonnet that presents today's life choices are
often far more serious when made than young
people can realise. Seeking action and thrills
always come with a cost. Quite often a deadly cost!
Don't freely decide to get yourself so lost!
Been there, down that, long ago..
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...
If anyone eats this bread
He will live forever
Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"
Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine
Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union
with the Lord God.
Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ
It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ
The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.
Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar
He is to be honored with the worship adoration
To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude
Expression of love
Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012
I looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!
Copyright © Karlo De Leon | Year Posted 2011
A wave that grows from deep inside of me
to bring me down--I feel it start to grow;
its only name--is called--Anxiety,
where it comes from--no one could ever know.
As tiny needles prick my skin--I feel
sensation of a drifting tenderness--
all hot from here to there--and so un-real--
it leads my mind to only second guess
at what's invading to the soul of me,
those tingles from my fingers, to my toes
abducted from my world of sanity,
I fall into a darkness no one knows.
And shaken to an end I can't embrace--
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016
A wave that grows from deep inside of me
to bring me down; I feel it start to grow;
its only name--is called--anxiety,
where it comes from, no one could ever know.
As tiny needles prick my skin I feel
sensation of a drifting tenderness
that goes from here to there--and so un-real,
it leads my mind to only second guess
at what's invading to the all of me,
and tingles from my fingers, to my toes;
abducted from my world of sanity,
I fall into a darkness no one knows.
And shaken to an end I can't embrace,
I feel its kiss--but never see its face.
© Ron Wilson aka Ron Arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
He stood bravely before me
with a medal of honor in his right hand
and a bandage of agony around his left knee
It seemed like he had struggled to stand,
his crutches lay useless on the ground
I found it hard to understand why,
a soldier in pain didn't even frown
With a voice firm but dry
his words shook me like thunder
"You're now the man of this house"
he uttered like a worn-out hunter
quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse
Drowning my mind through cold ears
he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears
Copyright © Moi Kaira | Year Posted 2012
Indigenous, the people pay homage
Their sacred songs filled with ancient wisdom
Mother earth wrestles mankind in bondage
Throughout the lands of her earthly kingdom
She stretches dry fingers, through valleys
Before she lays, her head down to sleep
Is saddened the world fails to rally
And nobody shall, witness her weep
Her resources are used and abused
Oh Mother Earth, what has mankind done
Forgive our shame, for we’ve been confused
Wipes her tears, before the morning sun
She will soon, unleash all of her fury
For mother earth is now judge and jury.
March.06.2016 Element Earth Contest
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
We didn't start the fire
we just built an empire
of people who can't read, or spell
that's why they go to jail
and then die, and burn in hell.
Books like Fifty Shades Of Grey
now, everyone is gay.
We've become a broken down system
the 7 deadly sins,
can you list em'?
I bet you can't even read
you rather sit at home and smoke weed,
that makes you're lungs bleed.
more people like me
that write poetry,
can't you see
what has happened to our society.
2Pac for president
not some idiot,
who isn't even a legal resident.
We like music
by artists who can't sing
now, we trash Stephen King,
what does this mean?
People go insane
when they look at the bullet,
in their best friend's brain.
We need more changes
and less gun ranges
all this anger
putting other people in danger
is only cool for a fool
that's why we need to go to school.
Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016
by~ Edward McCormick
Disdainfully negotiating gain,
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone.
An obvious destruction they attain
Through dialogue with underlying tone.
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds.
Enlightenment is key to comprehend
So very little satisfies our needs.
by~ Poet Destroyer
Heavy and alone, two "Spiteful minds",
The worthless moments in the skies.
With no reasons and why's!
The warning sounds of midnight, thick and blind,
Giving our hearts away, a solid sign.
Wicked taste mountains of lies.
Satisfaction In our breathing eye's.
Waiting for our gushing needs to land unwind;
Stiff like the blood beneath the sea.
"Spiteful minds" rising beyond to morbid moon.
Destruction in the slowness of ones purity
The world, is a gift one prolongs to see.
A music box with no tune.
Needing and spending, we lay in spiteful tears of misery.
a collaboration with * Edward McCormick
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
Happens every day- WHAT? Confrontation
‘A’ism Vs. ‘B’ism- ‘X’ ism Vs. ‘Y’ism
Thesis- Antithesis; synthesis- isn’t it consummate?
Nothing exist called anachronism!
Conflict; is the child and also father
She is no Marx; Engels or Lenin oh folk!
Pacific community is her one desire
She’s not only red; also a capitalist bulk
But, her much tilted eyebrows; heavy eyelids
Wet cheeks- red eyeballs
Desert- drought suffered those lips
Through eye lashes acidic rain falls
Blood stains; she stares at how bad they scent
Sursum corda so that this ugly color may faint
Copyright © Pushpa Palanchoke | Year Posted 2013
Whats the point of being so alone?
Its what makes me sick inside.
Running away is something I can't condone,
So I'll search for where my pain resides.
The feeling cuts through me.
Like a rusty blade,
It'll leave a mark you'll see,
And send me to an early grave.
This emotion is like a sea of black arrows,
Sailing through wind,
They leave me stiff as a scarecrow,
When will this end?
Cross my heart and swear to die,
The end is nowhere nearby.
Copyright © Timmy Mahfood | Year Posted 2013
The celebration cometh as Christ
was nailed on the cross of cavalry
carrying our burden of sins.
Everyone was bitter sad and
He spoke out is last storming statement
That was stamped by heaven and
gave up the ghost.
On the third day;
He resurrected and appear to his
people, who is he”JESUS CHRIST”
he is alive, he never dies but slept!!!
Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele | Year Posted 2014
What if I took another turn
Walked up straight and never
What if I closed my ears that
everytime you yell it echoes
back in your head
What if my heart was made of
steel That when its broken it
and stand still
What if this wasn't real
The feeling, and emotion
The action and drama all a
What if I lied to my own self
This doesn't make any sense
Because what's done is reality
All I just wish for is clarity
Some closure to hide this
Since every day its getting
Copyright © aphiwe sikobi | Year Posted 2013
Shame was simply seen after two fuse in.
Father! I called aloud for heaven's sake.
Sorrowed tears adhere to path with no chain.
Born days passed and shared were chocolate cakes.
Mounts couldn't reply, then anger aroused.
More often, callous is that agony.
Little one grew up with one special need.
Joy crushed in pieces from the balcony.
Perhaps no connection from the voices,
Nor dainty affinity living him.
Now antagonism is little one's choice
Because of daddy's tiny common whim.
Amazingly pen's ink rinsed confussion.
Amazingly Mom's love showed impression.
Copyright © Thabang coleen | Year Posted 2015
To Err Is Human
Would if I could, earn a spot
in the farthest part
of your bleeding heart
to bridge the gaping chasm
that for so long separated
and kept us apart.
What fate does the future holds
for a weary father growing weak and old;
while the whole story has yet to be told?
Through the prism of my aging tears,
rainbows color the present delight
radiating in the remaining waning years.
With a love that is pure and divine,
please forgive the painful err that was mine.
Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015