My darling enigma, my dove
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white
Pale skin shines and glints in the light
Silken locks, obsidian flow
Eyes just like ice, crystalline glow
Peals of laughter ring like a bell
Enchant me; I’m under your spell
You walk with a musical flow
Tiptoeing with softness through snow
But, alas, you open your mouth
Utter tripe spilling out
If only you’d keep your mouth shut.
(Love from Anonymous)
Copyright © Laura Hannan | Year Posted 2008
Each day marks an earthly rotation full;
The ascending sun warms, and setting cools.
This day is pinnacle, hence above all;
Our star’s broadening smile turns to you.
Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such:
The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale.
To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much;
For it is rare a human knows its luck.
Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours,
(‘Though the seizing of days ought be common).
Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores—
The persons willing: rejoice by side you.
Happy Birthday is all I wish to add,
Along with the regards of a young lad!
Copyright © Alfred Wilmot | Year Posted 2011
I smile without acknowledgement there of
With simple joy all I can do is shrug
For love, I can’t tell where it is above
With sweetness and kindness like a dove
For why am I smiling surprisingly?
With this wonderful joy and lovely peace
And all the contentment that’s inside me
I’m glad my heart is no longer feenin’
Please don’t block out love, that’s what you do best
Relax your mind and give your head a rest
Organize your life, for you need no mess
Really… I cannot believe you can smile
Determination… I can spot a mile
Now, take a picture so it can be filed.
JazzieAnn Brown 2/23/12
Copyright © Jasmine Brown | Year Posted 2012
So long ago when just a teenager
Wanting all the things that spoke to a girl
I decided there was only one way
It seemed I should give employment a whirl
Small town, not many jobs to apply for
Finally got hired at the coffee shop
Found out I was the worst waitress ever
My humiliation just would not stop
I spilled almost everything I touched
Orders were often totally mixed up
The just would not let me make the coffee
Usually nothing in my tip cup
It was a learning experience though
And helped me learn about myself I know…
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
The Good Shepherd
Christ is the True Shepherd
"Amen, amen, I say to you, whoever does not enter a sheepfold through the gate but climbs over elsewhere is a thief and a robber.
But whoever enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens it for him, and the sheep hear his voice, as he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.
When he has driven out all his own, he walks ahead of them, and the sheep follow him, because they recognize his voice.
But they will not follow a stranger; they will run away from him, because they do not recognize the voice of strangers."
So Jesus said again, "Amen, amen, I say to you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who came (before me) are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the gate.
Whoever enters through me will be saved, and will come in and go out and find pasture.
A thief comes only to steal and slaughter and destroy; I came so that they might have life and have it more abundantly.
I am the good shepherd. A good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.
A hired man, who is not a shepherd and whose sheep are not his own, sees a wolf coming and leaves the sheep and runs away, and the wolf catches and scatters them.
This is because he works for pay and has no concern for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and I know mine and mine know me, just as the Father knows me and I know the Father; and I will lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that do not belong to this fold.
These also I must lead, and they will hear my voice, and there will be one flock, one shepherd.
This is why the Father loves me, because I lay down my life in order to take it up again. No one takes it from me, but I lay it down on my own.
I have power to lay it down, and power to take it up again. This command I have received from my Father." (Taken from JN 10:1-5, 7-18)
The Unjust Steward
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
Being Prepared for Judgment
"Gird your loins and light your lamps, be like servants who await their master's return from a wedding, ready to open immediately when he comes and knocks.
Blessed are those servants whom the master finds vigilant on his arrival.
Amen, I say to you, he will gird himself, have them recline at table, and proceed to wait on them.
Should he come in the second or third watch and find them prepared in this way, blessed are those servants.
Be sure of this:
If the master of the house had known the hour when the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
You also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect.
The Son of Man will come."
But if that servant says to himself, 'My master is delayed in coming,'
Begins to beat the menservants and the maidservants, to eat and drink and get drunk,
Then that servant's master will come on an unexpected day and at an unknown hour and will punish him severely and assign him a place with the unfaithful.
That servant who knew his master's will but did not make preparations nor act in accord with his will shall be beaten severely
The servant who was ignorant of his master's will but acted in a way deserving of a severe beating shall be beaten only lightly.
Much will be required of the person entrusted with much, and still more will be demanded of the person entrusted with more." (Taken from LK 12:35-40, 45-48)
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
Remember when we acted so sly,
Going to lunch and getting high?
Remember when we camped and drank all night,
All of us glowing in the fires light?
Remember the girls we used to date,
how they never used to make us wait?
Remember the time we all skipped school?
Always together, forever, free and cool.
Remember how we all dressed the same,
and thought those over 20 were lame?
Remember that awesome party we had,
and you got busted by your mom and dad?
Remember when you went away?
I have not seen you since that day.
For the "Do You Remember" contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2013
Some boys forget their mom's words,
they leave for school in a mad rush
with uncombed hair looking like nerds;
in the classroom they have a crush.
Liz, their teacher, wears tight jeans,
they can't concentrate on the test;
she's happy for attracting the teens,
their girlfriends notice their unrest.
They hate their beautiful teacher,
but her vulgarity makes them sneer:
her character isn't worthy of cheer.
When paper planes start a warfare,
Liz's hair seems a style so rare;
all the boys laugh: it is a snare.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Define your lovely, soulless heart in death
To take my heart would be a risk; a storm
You licked your lips to taste what i had left
And jumped from cliff to rocks, i was forlorn.
Upon my lover; roses wilt in pain
For I’ve lost the one whom has no soul, and
Was all this give and take with us in vain?
I loved your soul and heart, we joined by hand.
The brewing storm that took a life, took two
For deep within your heart was love,
And deep within my heart was you
I’ll see you soon, i promise; heart above.
For without you I cannot survive
For without you I will not strive
Copyright © Clare Doyle | Year Posted 2012
All you took went in your bottle
The energy is full throttle
All those feelings mixed together
Will explode on the road of the nether
Never thought you’d let them leave
It’s happened but you can’t believe
That the damage has all been done
And the pain is yet to stain the sun
Now you see why you must vent
Half of what’s said is ever meant
The other half reflects your age
Embrace what can misplace rage
Release all that encumbers
In the greatest of numbers
And tell the trusted what’s wrong
Because life is brief, but grief is long
So don’t conceal
How you feel
Or you will peel
Mixed with potions
You’d never heal
Copyright © Rob Washick | Year Posted 2014
You learn how to crawl before you can walk
Then pull up; let go; give a step a chance
Little by little you’ll learn how to talk
And you finally stop wetting your pants
You’ll be starting school in just a few years
Give Mom a big kiss; on the bus and go
I know it’s scary and you’re full of fears
All alone with kids you don’t even know
Enter puberty; hormones give a shove
Remember the day you shared a first kiss
Followed by those bouts of puppy love
Now you seek true love, one you can’t resist
You’re reached adulthood, physically true
Mentally you’re still got growing to do
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2012
Some Advice in This Sonnet
A few words of advice in this sonnet:
Don’t hurt, if you too don’t like to be hurt.
When bad deeds return, you might regret it.
So watch your deeds, and take care of your words.
Always know that from above you’re being watched.
On your right and left are angels writing –
Collect whatever good deeds you may lack,
To please God and meet Him while He’s smiling.
Avoid supplications prayed against you,
Especially those of righteous Muslims.
Beware of everything you see and do –
Know that on Judgment Day, you’ll be questioned.
Obey Allah’s Rules, and good you shall get.
If you displease Allah, yours is regret.
Miriam / Mariam Mababaya
Copyright © Mariam Mababaya | Year Posted 2012
We Must Make Good Use of Our Riches
Then he also said to his disciples"A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property.
He summoned him and said, 'What is this I hear about you?
Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.
' The steward said to himself,
'What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me?
I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.'
He called in his master's debtors one by one. To the first he said, 'How much do you owe my master?'
He replied, 'One hundred measures of olive oil.' He said to him
'Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.'
And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently...
The person who is trustworthy in very small matters is also trustworthy in great ones;
the person who is dishonest in very small matters is also dishonest in great ones.
No servant can serve two masters.
He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon." (Taken from LK 16:1-6, 8, 10, 13)
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
what is my purpose in this thing they call life
i have tried to commit suicide but it seem i didn't die
i'm on the edge of disaster and it seems i have nowere to go
i feel as if a bullet hole is the only way i have to show
but is that what my whole life is what it's made out to be
die by a bullet and be another victim to this society
noone ever listens to my side of the story
see all i ever wanted was the fame and glory
but i guess im just to poor and that's the way it's going to be
i'm never going to make a million records and be in rap history
i'm just white trash and never amount to nothin
that's what everyone told me and now look at me runnin
from something that i allways wanted to be
the only person that loves me doesn't even seem to trust me
i have no money and i have no job
will somebody at least give me a break and listen to my thoughts
it seems that this world is not ment for me
eather your rich or die trying that's the way it seems
my life iv'e never had a father to be there when i needed him most
it seems as if he never existed as if he was a ghost
my mother see that's another story
see she allways worked and never seemed to have the fame and glory
she would allways bring men home and hope they would be our new daddy
have alot of money and drive an expensive caddy
but no they used to allways beat her
throw her around and allways be cheaters
that's the men my mom would allways bring home
it seems as if it was a never ending road
my brother corey was the only smart one in the family
he got away before his life turned out to be a tragedy
my family is crazy and so am i
no wonder i've tried to kill myself and it seems i won't die
so im down on my knees wondering what i need to do in life
is my life destined to be the next rapper or just another bussiness guy
that's the last thing i want in life so what should i do
please answer my riddle and maybe even solve it to
this is the last thing that i have to say
so i'll make it really short and go on my way
i don't want to live this life and allways be poor
i am willing to go the extra mile and i'm ready to endure
i know this sounds crazy but that i know i'm for sure
please give that chance and maybe you'll be the cure
Copyright © sean wight | Year Posted 2006
(Another Name for Gen Y(My Generation)
Beer goggles and Whiskey Rivers,
Pain numbing remedies that exude depression,
Marijuana oxygen and pain killer shivers,
Innocent faces with devilish expression,
Blood red eyes with cocaine explanations,
White lies, cooked up in haste,
For the aforementioned, sell your feelings for a taste!
Young lady, young lady, impossible to find,
What has become of “Daddy’s Little Girl?”
Grew up as billboard, all body and no mind,
Succumbed to degradation just to fit in this world,
Princess? No More!
With bitter wounds and sans support,
Responds to “bxxch” labeled as “whore”
Sex for poison and sex for sport!
Young man, young man, could you bear to walk alone?
With choreographed legs and clay molded spine?
Quoting the majority, speaking with your friends’ tone,
Holding onto shirttails while blindly disregarding lines,
Unprotected sex just to help you feel alive,
Forced to buy diapers with the pennies you have earned,
From one into intoxicated night you did not want to be deprived,
Came a baby by a girl whose name you had to learn!
Young lady, Young man, both working like a slave,
To provide for a family that neither wished to know,
They scream as their dreams get sealed within a grave,
Essential sacrifices because the baby has to grow,
A self-destructive generation, corrupted and vexed,
Generation Y, is Generation XXX
Copyright © Audonus Taylor | Year Posted 2011
Rejection of Christ
Then he proceeded to tell the people this parable. "(A) man planted a vineyard, leased it to tenant farmers
Then went on a journey for a long time.
At harvest time he sent a servant to the tenant farmers to receive some of the produce of the vineyard
But they beat the servant and sent him away empty-handed. So he proceeded to send another servant, but him also they beat and insulted and sent away empty-handed
Then he proceeded to send a third, but this one too they wounded and threw out
The owner of the vineyard said, 'What shall I do?
I shall send my beloved son; maybe they will respect him.'
But when the tenant farmers saw him they said to one another, 'This is the heir
Let us kill him that the inheritance may become ours.' So they threw him out of the vineyard and killed him
What will the owner of the vineyard do to them? He will come and put those tenant farmers to death and turn over the vineyard to others
" When the people heard this, they exclaimed, "Let it not be so!" But he looked at them and asked
"What then does this scripture passage mean:
'The stone which the builders rejected has become the cornerstone'?
Everyone who falls on that stone will be dashed to pieces; and it will crush anyone on whom it falls
" The scribes and chief priests sought to lay their hands on him at that very hour
But they feared the people, for they knew that he had addressed this parable to them. (LK 20:9-19)
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
I would be standing alone with a plea
Like a frail structure in solitude,
If had not you helped me so nicely.
My heart is filled with humble gratitude.
When no one did appear to be mine
I was really alone among crowd,
Then you appeared as a silver line
Being so friendly, in the deep dark cloud.
Your sweet words, filled with real sympathy,
Soothed my heart and saved my sinking hope.
You helped me forgetting the tragedy
And encouraged me with strength to cope.
All these support made me obliged to you
And I can never forget your virtue.
Copyright © Jyoti Sonnet | Year Posted 2007
Looking nowhere and feeling empty
My life was boring and monotonous
It's like the universe won't give me glee
It seemed that having joy was ambitious
And there was a light outshining dark days
Making me blind of my old and sad thought
It felt like I gone out of my old maze
This happiness which can never be bought
These things happened the day I saw your smile
Your smile was like a sun that never sets
It was like magic that brought me beguile
It gave me bliss that I considered depts
What you did was what I want to tell
But I can't talk, my soul has turned to steel
Copyright © John Cidro | Year Posted 2016
Unladylike though to speak this heart of mine
for a certain man who makes my day shine.
I admit I'm just being true to myself
to this indescribable feeling for you that I felt.
Honestly, you caught my eyes at first sight
from that moment I wanted no more nights
only to see you even at a glance
and know your name if I have the chance.
Man, I don't want you to have hard time to think
for there are a lot of girls in this wide space
"you don't know my name, but you know me by face."
Before I leave you I want you to know --
"I think of you everyday, now and then
hoping that we will cross our path again..."
Copyright © April Joy Chancoco | Year Posted 2008
You carried my emotions from the start
Each emotion bound in the small black note
Each one coming straight from my chilly heart
The music you make is my antidote
Through the preludes my comfort softly lay
By way of mazurkas my soul does fly
But to divulge you must learn how to play
Although learning is not a piece of pie
Piano brings emotions around town
You have the power to bring my heart up
Or throw me on the floor and beat me down
There are hard times when I just want to cup
My hands in my face and rock back and forth
And think Piano is a friend of worth
Copyright © Anashe Bartonia | Year Posted 2012
Abuse of God's Grace / Necessity of Righteousness
One of his fellow guests on hearing this said to him, "Blessed is the one who will dine in the kingdom of God."
He replied to him, "A man gave a great dinner to which he invited many
When the time for the dinner came
He dispatched his servant to say to those invited
'Come, everything is now ready.'
But one by one, they all began to excuse themselves...
The servant went and reported this to his master
Then the master of the house in a rage commanded his servant
'Go out quickly into the streets and alleys of the town and bring in here the poor and the crippled
The blind and the lame.
' The servant reported, 'Sir, your orders have been carried out and still there is room.
' The master then ordered the servant
'Go out to the highways and hedgerows and make people come in that my home may be filled.
For, I tell you, none of those men who were invited will taste my dinner.'" (Taken from LK 14:15-18, 21-24)
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2011
Friend, you want to know who I am behind these walls, I'll tell you some of me, and my secrets, but not all. never all.
My eyes tell the story, they give my lies away, when their green i'm unhappy when their blue i'm full of joy, but only one person makes me that way.
Ill tell you little lies about my feelings and yourself, so you wont have to feel bad, but on the inside, i'm still just mad, at everybody and myself.
I'm severely self conscious, though my boyfriend loves me just the way i am, though i'm provocative with my 'lovely' body pressed against my man.
I see you in your pain, and I laugh sometimes, because I feel like you don't know what its like, to truly want to die.
I'm such a hurt, worried, bruised soul, but I'm a hippie don't you know, always thinking about some sort of peace and love.
I love this man more then life, though he's six years older then I am, but it really doesn't matter to me, because one day I want to be his wife.
My life has been hell, over and over again; I've joined the devil for tea, he tries to strike a bargain, but I know he never does succeed.
I smile on the outside when my inside is full of tears, and I never tell anyone all of my fears; I didn't use to tell anyone all of my fears.
Ive been hurt and abused and its left me full of scars, but every one has scars, they all receive from their own personal wars.
I had a child growing, she was a little bit bigger then a pea, her name was Hazel and she died, while she was still inside of me.
I've been getting better, but my family's falling apart, why is it that in chaos i survive; I wonder if that means I've got no heart.
So now I've told you just a section of who I really am; you have a puzzle piece to my soul, and you don't have to kiss my hand.
Now ill be getting married in a few years, I know that's not a lie, are you glad now, you know some of my secrets, are you sure you wont cry?
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2010
Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air
A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew
Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink,
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite
So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease
Copyright © Rashana King | Year Posted 2010
The love that kisses with a tasteless tear
A pain that can’t be painted on the soul
A longing for a place without a fear
Longing for a feeling that makes me whole
Beloved, words can’t heal my tattered heart.
As thorns pass me by the pain cant compare
That of the pain of being torn apart
Even the wind howls about it I swear
Tell me was falling in love my mistake
I chose my own fate and decided to stay
I will not let this love become forsaken
Love can’t just get up and spirit away
Love is worth overcoming a mountain
My love for you flows like a vast fountain
Copyright © Ana Ramirez | Year Posted 2011
it was saturday morning about 10 'o' clock
you were in the doctors where you had a shock
you couldnt believe what you had just seen
a pegnant girl at the age of thirteen
she claimed to be drunk and it was a mistake
but now all her dreams seem so fake
that night of fun was now the night of hell
just when she thought she was doing so well
how can she be pregnant? shes still a baby herself
now having to make decisions towards her health
now her heads confused and really messed up
this poor young girls had enough
what about the dad will he stick around
or will he be gone without a sound
just like her parents who kicked her out her home
now this heartbroken young girl feels all alone
as the days go by and her bump gets big
she starts to cry and realises shes not ready for a kid
she really needs help and no-one to turn to
all her happy days seem to be through
this young girls all alone with no-one to care
stuck in a circle going nowhere
she needs to make some decisions but doesnt know how
the question remains what to do now
Copyright © kelly stokes | Year Posted 2014
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
Take me away from that Place.
Take me away from my Aches.
Shake me awake from Reality.
Shake me awake from my Nightmares.
Place my memories back to Hell.
Place my memories back to the Cell.
Hold me in a Forever Embrace.
Hold me in a Forever Place.
Push me back to Start.
Push me back to his Heart.
Throw my heart Higher.
Throw my heart in a Fire.
Put me in your Arms.
Put me in your Heart.
(thank you for reading :) it really means a lot to me.. if you please dont mind commenting and rating :) thank so much)
Copyright © Brittany Andrews | Year Posted 2011
You were the gasoline
To the flame inside
I was lost in between
Your fame and my pride.
You want me back
Your interruption is late
This heart is turning black
As corruption spawns hate.
But I'll let it go
As we all forget the past
Only if I surely know
This time it's going to last.
Copyright © Chad Ross | Year Posted 2007
i am alone,
it is quiet and isolated
i like it like this,
i can think,
true, i may be insane,
insanity goes a long way
until you share yourself
with the one you love
day after day,
for now, bask in the isolation,
stretch your muscles in the quiet,
alone for now, isolated,
but not in the shadows,
surrounded by friends,
such feelings are
nothing compares to
always feeling insane.
Copyright © Princess Corazon | Year Posted 2010
A creative mix of oil and blood,
for it only matters whats under the hood.
And the smell of gas,
and the smell is good.
Eight pistons tunring,
the rich fuel burning.
The need to race,
the urge thats churning.
The stretch of open road,
to only go fast, I make an ode.
The acceleration that stops,
the blood that once flowed.
Driving is not a sin,
it just shows where I've been.
Copyright © Dillon Mills | Year Posted 2007