"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.
I wasn’t gonna write this
Emotions are stirring high
How much time has passed
Still feel your presence
Of the slowest death
To these present seconds
An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago
So many tears
Had filled the ocean
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
The dam’s of what could have been
Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g f r e e
From its home
Tormented echoes of “why”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”
High pitched resonations
Rafts of secondary importance
This heart still knows
For it will always recall
Played me a fool
While you held hands
Across my shoulders
Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
And all the while
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind
Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”
But I overcame
Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you
Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
You were like Summer & Winter
Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat
Each new arrival
A summer equinox
But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal
But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real
Here I am
52 weeks have past
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest
You are in my silent prayer
Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had
That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011
Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived
Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free
And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine
The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation
Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw
You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart
The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you
A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine
Naked through the streets we shall always dance!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.
If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent
And share it with everyone.
If only I can be
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.
If you permits me to live and die
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.
Copyright © marvin celestial | Year Posted 2012
for the present.
The present through
past and current
our strong foundation.
To my dearest heart of hearts, it
doesn't go in vain the love you’ve
given to me. And I myself must agree, that
as a man, I’m sincerely lucky to be me.
Knowing that…When I stand…
then We stand
singular while holding on
to life hand in hand.
Regretting not anew the treasures
and experiences we’ve shared amongst
each other with no one else
to compare… And for that,
I love you, I love you, I love you
Copyright © Pace INK-U-SCRIPT | Year Posted 2013
There is a disturbing discrepancy
Between mortals and the spirit world,
Such as the eternal salvation of man
From the curse of sin and its hold.
The paradox of a meek virgin conceiving
After being by the Spirit overshadowed,
And then a perfect chap is born in a manger
Is a narrative of its own peculiar mode.
That in death life was made everlasting
And in suffering relief was won,
Is a creed that requires bravery to embrace,
And great conviction to believe in such a One.
Perhaps the reason why I believe in Him
Is because he only asks that I believe,
Perchance I would abandon my little faith
If was not a mortal so powerless and naïve.
And perhaps the reason why you believe in Him
Is because you only want to look fashionable enough,
Or are simply totally unsure of your afterlife
And fear finding the Judgment Panel so solemn tough.
And maybe your preacher finds it even harder to believe
The tall story he has been telling strangers day by day,
And he maybe he would quit being a peddler of funny tales
Had he another way to earn his keep and his expenses pay.
Perhaps the reason why pagans and agnostics refuse to accept
The story of this Immortal Chap who is reportedly the way and truth,
Is because they find it a bit safer to believe in nothing at all
Than to place such great stakes on the escapades of a Jewish Youth.
Now there’s the little matter of the Helper,
The benign Spirit who descended on the Pentecost
To prove without doubt that the Chap indeed was God,
But then He’s still unseen, and any may claim his presence.
I do not write to spurn the endless graces of the sky
Nor to quash my eligibility to eternal breath,
I without blasphemy observe the uncertainties facing man
And his innocent inquiry into life after death.
To believe in this Jewish Chap who forgave also the unborn
Is a risky business, and one of the greatest tragedies by the way;
The only bigger tragedy being your refusal to believe in Him
And yet find Him at the gates of Paradise on the Judgment Day.
Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2015
i sit here thinking about the days.
remembering the time we first met.
i was crying in the rain,
feeling the water and the pain.
until you came, and wiped my tears away.
you were like an angel in disguise,
you never ever fail to make me smile,
you were a stranger in my world,
but you made me realize my worth
when you touch my hand
i know that you understand.
I feel so safe whenever i'm with you,
the way you hug me tight when i feel blue.
you are just like a dream come true.
i wouldn't need anyone else but you.
and from now on i offer you my heart..
so i thank you for coming into my life,
for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive.
you made my life complete,
baby, you're all i need
you are my missing piece.
PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)
Copyright © imee murillo | Year Posted 2014
Freedom I long to hear your bells ring
If you only knew what it would do to me
Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction
And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed
As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets
The organ plays and the funeral starts
As they compete with a man of God
Angel's and Chariots of fire
A demonstration of God's Power on earth
Extraordinary as her performance, I express myself
Court is convened now, she got the message
A star falls, I expand,
Lost Treasure discovered inside ourselves
How could I deny the fact
You gave me strength when no one else was ever there!
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2013
When I emerged from the black ~~~
Acrid smoke and dust impaired my vision ~~~
Once settled ~~~
Iconic giants were no more ~~~
History reminds us, where we were at that time ~~~
(1)~when 2~I 3~emerged 4~from
5~the 6~black (7)~Acrid 8~smoke
9~and 10~dust 11~impaired 12~my
13~vision (14)~Once 15~settled (16)~Iconic
17~giants 18~were 19~no 20~more
(21)~History 22~reminds 23~us
24~where 25~we 26~were 27~at
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
You have permission to use these poems of mine on your terrific sight if you wish, from a series of Desert Poems I have written. Joe DiMino, author.
"From Desert Series" by Joe DiMino
Horses have come through here--
no jockeys though--
tracks too free for that;
no grandstand cheering...
but one can tell,
by the long strides,
horses always know:
An eagle steps from the cliff...
struts high above the canyon floor...
shows her young what wings can do.
"From Desert Series" by Joe DiMino
The sun is not too hot, here,
on the lichen side of the mountain--
where the edge is taken off, absorbed
into the oranges and yellows and
greens and blues of my patterns:
There!--I see an Indian woman
breast-feeding her swaddling-child;
and there!--a mystical buffalo,
in marble of color (sort of an
unfinished puzzle): I search for my
missing piece in the shade of a tall
Copyright © Joe DiMino | Year Posted 2016
We treat it like a marble
in our pocket for a while
we win it
we lose it
but no matter where it goes
it always holds
the warmth of our hands
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
We have toiled for long
Our forefathers have trend the path
And made their mark
And the rest is history
We have had our share of sorrows
We have had our share of victories
Battles we won, battles we lost
But amidst all these
All we see ahead is our bright future
Although our dreams may be over shadowed by
the wars we are still battling within
Our hopes may be limping by indecisions
Our stability may be wavering
But we aren't giving up!
And definitely, we aren't bowing out!
Truly, Nigeria has had her own share of war
We aren't retreating!
And we surely aren't going to surrender!
And with every painful but purposeful step
We are claiming our position back
as the giant of Africa!
Nigeria is beautiful
and her people, her glory
Maybe slowly, but definitely, God will heal our land
GOD BLESS NIGERIA
GOD BLESS AFRICA
GOD BLESS THE WORLD.
Copyright © Abosede Ogundare | Year Posted 2016
In the dead of night, the crickets holding their breath
Our love brooding the full moon's tide on our anniversary
The wind stirs our risen ashes and revived passion
That had remained dormant down eternity's timeline
Tonight, we're reunited once more as we'll be forevermore
Our ghosts dance in the shadows of our old, forgotten steps
Down this moonlit, memory paved path to our short lives
Past the traces of chalk where we laid holding hands side by side
Thabang J. Ngoma
Nette Oclaud's Sense of touch contest
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
the swans glided gracefully
making circles on the pond
the sun's luminous glow
a mirror reflection of their souls.
her heart skipped a beat
as her lips parted to smile
his arms wrapped her tightly
tender fingers graced her cheek.
he gently caressed the softness of her hair
his touch, a warmth she always adored
she clasped his hand in hers with care
the feeling electric; the way it had begun.
her hand stroked his lovingly
she beamed with pride from within
slowly she turned to gaze into his eyes
he was her heart, her joy, the love of her life.
he tucked her hair behind her ear
cupped her face in his hands
as he deeply & passionately
kissed her rosy, full lips.
they soaked in the moment
of love's words through touch
feeling the beautiful essence
they had created with love.
with nature as their witness
guarding their precious moment
they honoured their day
their anniversay; the way it had begun.
Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006
I blink back my tears
as I look down
on your frail body.
If only you can understand
what I feel for you,
there's nothing I wouldn't do
to see you healthy and strong,
to see your limbs full,
to watch you walk alone,
to see you eat a hearty meal.
Alas it is not to be.
Cruel father time will take his toll,
and your strength will recede
more and more,
like a wave that strikes the rocks
only to rise and fall.
Yet I shall never forget
I was born in your womb.
You are my life,
I owe you much.
Forever we'll remain,
forever we'll soar.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2017
When first I came to know this world, my eyes were young and hurt,
And O're the years I came to know, the expression in my heart,
I fought my way through love and pain, through heart break, and much worse,
Until one day I found a man, who could love me at my best and worst,
He would drive me to the point of insane, yet bring me back to laughing tears,
He could make my eyes weep in shame, yet hold me close and i would heal,
18 years, it took to know that I would never leave his side,
For when I was born I knew this man; Inside my soul, the knowledge survived,
I found him after 16 years, And knew I loved when i reached 17,
Now the age of womanhood is apon me, and if asked Ill respond,
it is his wife I shall gladly be,
Sweet eyes so young, but aged too,
my love today, I explain to you.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
Today marks the 25th year of our marriage.
Although 25th years may seem like a
short time to others.
But nevertheless- love is not measure by a period of time, but in timeless moments.
And our 25th years have been the wondrous and blessing years to be glad.
Darling, we score more than others did!
A few milestones down and many more
to beat... LOL! Sure we can!
To reminiscing on how this day started its beginning of infinity,
Darling your smile is forever the light of my heart my soul.
The joy of all the ups and downs we've had that made us even more appreciative and love deeper- for those we are very grateful!
Year after year we're making more memories that are priceless and so precious we'll treasure them to infinite length- for those are the treasures to our hearts!
May we continue always, to take time and pursue each other to understand one's need
And may we continue to fulfill our dreams to a length of time.
Darling, thank you a thousand times for being my champion of heart,
I love you beyond words can express
but you already know- "Forever is how long I love you!"
Happy 25th year anniversary darling...
A friend asked me to write her a poem to her husband of 25th years of marriage. She loved it and told me I should post it here on PS...
Akkina R Downing
Copyright © Akkina Downing | Year Posted 2017
This morning I
Allowed God to open his hands
I wanted to see
My space in the universe
To find some meaning
For the the sixty years I traversed his grace
And never reached the edge of it
I wanted see again
The zig-zag path of my search
But the water gnawed the sand
Where my footprints were stored
In the world of God's hand
This morning I
May never know where the road bends
Or where it will go up a hill
I only know that I follow a calling
That following it before
Make all meanings strange to me
For faith determines nothing
More than an agreement to be pliable
No matter what
The sunrise comes to me
And the sunset leaves me here
In God's hand I
Have no where to go
Nothing more to know
Than there is no edge near my feet
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
April 12, 1861 the cannons could
be heard for miles around,
the war had started,that
led both sides to a long
and hard struggle.
Why was this site
chosen to start the fight,
it may have been that
this fort was not prepared
for a battle of any kind,
a shortage of cannons,
and other weapons,
hardlyl gave them any
chance to defend the fort
Abe Lincoln later in
his most famous speech,
said A Nation divided cannot stand,
which is a true statement.
The Civil War was to become
the bloodiest war in our history,
before the firing
on Fort Sumter
it was an unknown place
to most of the people,
now it stands out
as a major landmark
in our country.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."
"I see her still despite the sixty years,
a taintless angel clutching there a bunch
of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of
magnets that had drawn me close and
closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss."
"The kiss, a flash of light, and all from
senses blotted out, save for warm, tender
lips on mine, my body backward bent
in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent
of roses crushed between our breasts."
"Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in
between; how long did we remain thus
still in time? For but a span of breath
commingled, held? A moment's measure
of twined heartbeats kept in trance?"
"In swooning trance, then rudely snapped
out from by surging mass, rejoicing river
crowd, there wrenching him away, and me,
still stunned, forgetting there to hand him
but a single, breast-pressed rose."
"A single rose, if but to press to lips, or
in between the pages of a book held dear,
a keepsake from an angel kissed but with
no name to call in sleep-failed nights,
for failing there to even give my name."
"My name, I wish I had the sense there
but to whisper to his ear then yet so close.
Perhaps, it would have been the key
to worlds away from lonely wards and
wakeful nights with just the sick with me."
"With me is but the memory of lips, their
warmth the years have deftly dimmed;
that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now
wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time,
one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."
Copyright © Miguel Mendoza | Year Posted 2007
(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)
--- Note: "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as well as to his karaoke
equipment and his nickname at bars that featured karaoke nights. ---
You fancied yourself a singer,
and indeed you were.
What songs we heard from you
you had made your own,
and you gave them freely
to all who would listen
(though we were just a few
who were, at times, inattentive.)
Time and remembrance may color
the images you left behind,
and the sentimental songs
you sang (and scribed on silver disks
for us to hear when, and if, we will)
may prod us to recall
your willful, dour demeanor
which could bloom into benevolence
or darken further in stormy sneers
at tardiness, or at perceived
maltreatment of any sort.
You were your own arbiter of behavior
who kept before you expectations
of what was appropriate, for yourself
and for us, the others of your kind.
We were few (still fewer now),
who flocked together on occasion
to celebrate, in quiet fashion,
whatever anniversary we chose --
perhaps your passing date
will become another to be marked.
And your voice, reproduced mechanically,
amplified, may remind us of our loss,
and of yours.
Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012
Government Sales Tax GST
Since the introduction of GST, a sales tax newly introduced back in April 1st last year,
GST or Government Sales Tax has wreaked untold financial miseries all thro the year.
Despite the various publicity shows and nationwide tours to dispel citizens’ early misgivings,
What was feared and dreaded is now an unforgiving yoke of taxation in most daily dealings.
Through the supply chain, with this imposition of this 6% tax at each level, everyone suffers,
The debilitating effects of its cumulative nature has given rise to spiralling price increases.
From services rendered to most consumables and non edible goods, top it up, GST is a must,
And when crude oil hit USD 100 per barrel, from a sedately USD40plus a barrel, we curse.
All retailers were quick to raise prices, citing the drastic rise of petroleum to justify rising costs…
The ordinary citizens, as consumers, we can only mutter and curse impotently at the costs.
Except for some basic consumables that are classified as essential goods, all others are taxable,
When one settles payment at the check out counter, there is a 6% additional payment for the government.
So to the man in the street, there suddenly is a double whammy to the rising cost of living,
A consequential price increase in goods attributed to rising fuel costs, and a 6% tax for sales servicing.
It is just a 6% service tax, replacing the 10% service tax, so the cost of goods would be lowered,
A reputable minister, in his fervour to curry acceptance from all Malaysians, blared loudly all over.
Despite the opposition political parties and their vehemence against this 6% GST tax,
The ruling party, with its overwhelming majority, approved and passed this GST tax.
One year down the road, petroleum prices are down to about USD40 or thereabouts a barrel,
Surprise, Surprise! None whatsoever any lowered prices even when petroleum dipped down to USD25 a barrel!
Today, Malaysians all over are struggling to stretch the buying power of our hard earned earnings,
If there is a corresponding rise in monetary pay, rising costs and GST would not be so demanding.
And of course, if only there is less profiteering or greed to lower the much risen prices,
Government Sales Tax of 6% is acceptable for it is much lower than in the other neighbouring nations.
Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2016
All of me loves all of you;
My Love for you,
Is more than something I do.
It’s who I am;
It’s the breath I take.
It’s my happiness;
It’s the memories we make.
It’s the good times and bad;
It’s the steepest of hills.
It’s the joys and the tears;
It’s the never-ending bills.
It’s the wind that is blowing;
It’s the twinkle of stars.
It’s the depths of the ocean;
It’s this journey of ours.
I’d rather have the
hardest of times together;
than have it easy apart.
I’d rather laugh and cry;
and feel the beat of our hearts.
Devotion and pride.
No journey too long;
No desert too wide.
My Love for you,
is more than something I do.
All of me,
Loves All of You.
Copyright © Danielle Fenske | Year Posted 2015
Our anniversary is in a few days…
Paula publicly became my wife
that day and the rest of my life!
Yeah, she kind of found me adrift…
although I was still a float,
there were no real coordinates.
I am not sure what she saw in me,
but maybe a puzzle worth her energy.
Yes, yes, yes, she did say yes;
We have pictures to prove it!
It has been simply wonderful, a journey.
Thank you for sharing your life my beautiful wife.
I Iove you very much, your husband.
Edward J Ebbs - June 6, 2015
Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2015
It has memory's
It has anniversary s
It has deaths
It has births
It has a lot for a little clock face.
It has weddings
It has dates
but above all else it stop us from being late.
Copyright © Samantha Cook | Year Posted 2012
Regarded as cruel
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
Scaly small lizard
Eats bugs, but not very often
Where’s the beard?
It has no hair
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
I had a candlelight dinner last night. My love and I was feeling alright.
Neither one of us was frustrated. We cherished the moment and our
love was so elevated.
We both stared into each other's eyes, our heart racing oh so fast, just
sitting and thinking how long or love would last. We each touched each other
and felt sheer pleasure, we could not forget about this special moment we
both enjoyed, it helped relieved some of the pain and struggles that we
had confronted that day, right at this moment nothing seemed to get in the
The candlelight shining so clear and bright gave reflections of the way in
which we felt that night. It was so peaceful and serene, nothing but our
souls and spirits feeling one another, there was no trouble.
We both felt blessed to have enjoyed such memorable moment at the
present time we were in, just he and I sat there sipping on some gin.
Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012
It's like the same ordinary day,
When pen and thoughts unite.
Muse and views haunt my mind.
This is a day I celebrate and write.
One year of expressing love,
One year of creating rhymes.
One year of friendship on line.
Counting more happiness to find.
November last year when I took a path,
towards serenity and blissful life.
The only site cradled me in storm.
Oh Poetrysoup ,my finest home.
Remembering the sweet comments one by one.
Numerous name came in and out then say goodbye.
But the memories remain here inside my heart.
And keep visiting pages of my dear ones.
A year of struggles and defeat,
A year I love to celebrate.
Thank you for the opportunities.
I learn to write and express my self.
Happy 1st Anniversary in Poetrysoup ...
One year and still counting.....
THANK YOU FOR THE VISIT. Til more poems to share with you dear friends.
Thank you Nette Onclaud, Anne Lise , Deb, Andrea , Vie , Aileen Ghali, Olive, Giorgio, Chuck, Richard, Dr. Mehta ,Sara Kendrick, Dr. Sharma , Verlena, Inner Whispers , Jake Ponce, and to all the Souper Poets who supported my poems .
The honor is mine to have you and to be part of Poetry Soup.
Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014
Great online resource to swapping your poetry books!!
The norton anthology of poetry
Copyright © greg pete | Year Posted 2008