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Details | Free verse |
Visited you today
as the sun set in the horizon…

the orange tinged carnations 
were a perfect complement 
for the skies
and for you… 
orange and blue
always remind me of you

the winds softly blew
and I just sat there
staring at the grass,
well more at your name really…

hardly believing
what I am looking at, 
that it’s been seven years

of missing you,
of just putting that reality
at the back of my mind…

But there are days,
such as today
which make me 
confront that reality—

I see your smile,
remember your laughter
celebrate your spirit
and your love

Tears, I tell you I have
the most stubborn tears
maybe because they 
make it so real for me?

I look around me
and look for that sign

Nope, not there…

I say a prayer
and speak to you
thankful for the life shared

I kiss the date that you were born

and walk away

my reflection on the car window

One last look around,

and then I see it…

a cat, as we drive away…

Skies now streaked purple and pink

**My brother would have been 40 today, May 6…

Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |
-The Same Old SongS-

That's all he ever talks about 


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.

Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Brother of the Quill
Join me in a dance
For mother sings nightly
And father sleeps within a trance
Deerskin feet 
they'll never hear our steps
Through hemlock and the fields of wheat
All night long we will dance
Moon Mother lights our way
And our ancestors shine as bright stars
We will run as the wolves
And sing from our hearts
Brother of the Quill
Join me in a prance
We will shoot stars with our arrows
And wish for another dance
Deerskin tents
They'll never hear the swish
Of when we sneak back in
And fall asleep before Father wakes again

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Home Of The Hang Man

The children are so full of doubt
No one is allowed to speak
No one is allowed to shout
Opinions are driven underground
Seems that every time they do it wrong
Always been the same old song
Never get it right
Never allowed to speak
Never allowed to fight

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

The kids just don’t understand
They don’t see that this is the way it’s all been planned
Keep them frightened is the game
Then all those “other” things won’t need to be explained
Why is big brother always mad
Why is younger brother always sad
Why does he sit in his bedroom all alone
Because it’s a strange house
And not a home

It’s a strange house
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Everything they do or say
Is turned into to a weapon to build upon the barricade
And Dad pretends he’s not afraid
Of the sudden discovery of suffocated memories
The dark deeds linger in a cage
Of ridicule and violence that makes the babies cry
So Mum has buried her suspicions worryings away
In Sunday lunches usual farce
A make believe gathering of corrupted loving and pretended merry making

It’s a strange house
The kids are so full of doubt
A strange house

Big brother hit the self destruct
With pills and needles long before he decided he was gay
No one ever asked him why he was so mad
And  no one ever asked why younger brother was so sad
He sits up stairs in his room 
Surviving in a sea of doubt
The suffocated memories have all come out
He’s always sad and he’s always alone
The babies to they both have grown
But he doesn’t know them anymore
It’s been so long since he left that so called home

It’s a strange home
The children are so full of doubt
A strange house

Their children are so full of doubt
Brought up and made this way
All their futures turn to grey
As all the buried memories fight their own way out
Remember why they always felt so wrong
Remember what happened when we were young
And mother just closed her eyes she did not help
All the future turns to grey
Brought up and made to be this way

Father was the hang man who took their lives away

Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
A chain-saw wailed across the fields
while two young men broke out in sweat…
 The tree had grown with leaves of gold
lacing branches, frail and old-- 
   -until its time was spent

He'd been watching from his afghan nest…
with eyes rimmed red from unshed tears
But, age and illness had hemmed the years
And,  just as earth might moan in pain,
    the tree came tumbling down

There had been a day  not long before...
It was before his war began                      
Back then he could lift a saw like that.
Hold it skillfully, carefully, casually……
Angle ..down ,  angle up,  cut a wedge and hear it crack

Now pathos in dust-driven clouds
has shadowed an earth that has lost its sun
It trembles now to catch its breath
and branch by branch it lays to rest 
leaves of courage, the golden crest
that was shelter, a home, a fortress, blessed
A place to lean, and find solace

A tree ……or a man cannot be defined 
by disease, confinement, by age or time

A tree falls down.  It is nature's way
to open the field, clearing the way
What came before, grows new today,
The void that's left cannot be filled
but, tears we shed can hold a smile

His leave will make a louder sound
The dust will rise.  Trees burn to ash
What matters most is never lost

Yes,  it has shattered our fragile hearts
Oh God, how it matters, how could it not?

But,  he and his tree have earned a rest                                                        

Dedicated with love to my courageous, beloved older brother 
who recently lost his war with cancer.

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
A burst of white light gamma rays, overbearing a flash of brilliance burns through to my soul everything is like hell the world starts to melt in the blink of an eye just the cold blackness of night I don't care if I am not again what I once was, for at this moment I am greater now than ever before I took the path between teetering, tight roping walking right up to my right divined in my unholy state I thought I told you I am your king still you sit there, hesitating I know you hate me what does that mean? I hate just about everything still I'm chosen I did not wish before now bow down to me refuse me no more for I shall always be your demon until you accept me as your King. I don't even know you though you say we used to be best of friends, you and me the day you ditched me I remember now exactly how it played out back when we were just tiny things even back then I still was King you thought me stupid just a ruse I would laugh inside, you see? not one of you single, mean people ever even knew me in a world, mostly seen to me that is why only I can be your true King and bring forth a new source of light everlasting. As two worlds collide slowly aligned one wrapped in shadows one bathed in white evils swirling in the clouds above I'll always be the king you love to hate or despise as in your blood I thought I told you, I am the one I am the way, the way out shall be shown breathe in my spirit as it carries you away breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough higher than you've ever dreamed of for I am king now, and your in my hell your in my imagination, I'll just never tell you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now if you try and see you were always found the most shared in the light cast upon me the last bright star in heaven. Denounce my name, if you may One year later, still not afraid A black sheep, a darkened spade That's just life, I'm not right I'm in the wrong, follow along Like a piper, I'll pitch a song Mesmerized, the weak wills sing I thought he told you, he's still our king.

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011

Details | Verse |

                               The vast and beautiful world
                               The home we share together

                                 Tender hands protect you

A-L Andresen :)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
He woke and saw his beloved asleep with one breast partially exposed

And with his fantastic limp he works his way to the kitchen

He made coffee for her with croissant lathered with jam

Gently he pulled at the exposed women and gestures with the tray

Happily she wakes and with great affection reaches for him

Coffee is second and pastries  with jam come close to him

But he is first and the love hits him like the wind

Gently it began and gale force now

He had to lash himself so he wouldn't be swept away

And it grew

She always lay in their position and there was no other

He would mold himself to her and tease her nipple

He came home weathered from the battle and with grief

Friends had been shot by snipers and the heat

He had seen a woman with a basket approach his friend

And she dropped the basket and pulled the belt

The explosion deafened him and his comrade's face is gone

Fragments hit him but he is running to his friend

But the friend lays silent

Gazing to the wetness on his leg he falls

He is deafened and wakes in terror and looks upon the leg

And finding himself in bed she tries to talk with him

But he claim's it's a bad dream and the basket falling

And later...............

The limp was his reminder of that day and he eats the croissant for his friend

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Brother brother
My brother
Mi Hermano
Man of La Mancha
Fat cat donning
A  gray flannel suit
Slim shades
Fake alligator shoes
Brother brother
Mi Hermano
Sitting behind a desk
Making decisions
For erroneous reasons
 brother with Spike words
Forked tongue
Strapped for freedom
To write abstract words
Words of wonder
From a latter day poet
Creative brother
 for thy self
Mustering words of confusion
Into transformations
Detail lies and half truths
To abort friendship
Brother my brother 
Mi Hermano
There is room
 on this place 
We call mother earth
Let the past be 
The past
I extend my hand 
And in ending this
I say 
Alma con alma 
Soul to soul
Honor and truth
Among men 
Is here for 

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
The brother In - Law Part I A long time ago, there lived a young couple. They were very much in love. About a year after they got married - they had their first child. It was a lovely baby boy. They named him Christian. He was loved from the start. The father worked hard in the field and the mother in the house. Five years went by and the wife told the husband that she was expecting another child. The husband was overjoyed. He told his wife - I hope it's a girl this time. The day finally came and a daughter did arrive. She was named Christine. She was beautiful and a gift from God. Christine was loved from the beginning. They were all very happy. Life in the farm was good. The parents saw their kids growing up. They all worked very hard to keep the place going. Little did they know that destiny would change their lives. The parents were very proud of their children. Christine was going to be fifteen years old. On her Birthday - her parents gave her a big party. She wore a beautiful dress that made her look like a princess. Two days after her Birthday, Christian had to go to town. He invited Christine to go with him. she accepted and the left very early. It would take them most of the day. While they were in town doing their errands, back home the mother and father were doing their chores, when some outlaws came, robbed them, killed them and burned their home. When Christian and Christine returned - they could not believe what they saw. nothing was left. They both cried a lot. Christain burried their parents. They both prayed and said good bye...
To be continued.... I hope you are enjoying this...

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
" I remember that day
As clear as the crystal springs in June"
only it wasn't June, It was August
the morning air was thick like smoke
it choked me awake

the first blush of day
flushed across the sky
blood red clouds 
colored her path

I lay still
like the air
without a hint
of summer's wind

the clock on the wall
tormented me 
with the tick, tock,
tick, tock,
its bony hands
seemed to skip along
until I arose from bed

I sipped on coffee
as I took in the news
unsure what my day would bring

...and then I could hear a buzz
as if a fly was making circles
beside the bed, then a ring, ring, 
ring echoed within my purse

I stared at the clock
my heart began to beat
faster then time

was it my father
did something happen
I worried as I listened

the voice
was indistinct
as if being choked

I struggled
with my ears
to make sense
of the words
that fell

...and then silence
fell all around
as if deaf
and mute
unable to process
and conceive
the message

my brother,
who turned 49
just the day before
was breathless
like the august wind

no more jokes
or laughter
or candles atop cake

his wick had burned out
within that last breath of air
and it burns, slow
as the years pass
still to this day
yet I'll remember that day
forever more....

pick a line contest
Mustapha Mohammed
"Reflections when the summer breathes"

Sandy Adams  8-22-2013

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
One of a kind So rare today
A privileged to have known
A true gentleman in every way
So gifted
His poems so uplifting
So full of love and appreciation
Would brighten up our darkest days.

I never was lucky enough to have a brother
But Erich was a brother to all like no other
So caring he gave so much
Even though we live over oceans
Everyone still felt his special touch.

Sleep now our brother
For it won't belong
Before you walk through natures garden once more
And hear the bluebirds song 
When tears of sadness are  turned to tears of joy 
As  we see your smiling face again.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
A Kite by Weston Gregory 

Gamed and played, swift to flight
a kite outbound disengaged from 
gravity's might
A laughter of sort at least a smile
that by and by we can untangle 
humanity's plight

By swish and swirl and crazy hoops
a kite lighten burden inspires hope on 
journey not new
yet, ever changing when life's wind blew
until all's but distant sight, held by cords 
and glue 

Above horizon daunting for me and you 
but, a cinch for a kite with faith inbrued
a chime to dance the rhythm which 
nature taught true.... 
w. gregory

Copyright © Weston Gregory | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The Brother In- Law Part II christine asked Christian - what are we going to do now? Christian answered - I will take care of you. I will leave you in a safe place, while I go look for fortune. They left in the wagon they had and went back to town. Christian found a Convent and he talked to the Mother Superior. He told her what had happened and asked if he could leave his sister there, while he went to look for a new life for him and her. The Mother Superior said yes - that they would take care of her. Christian left and went far away. He was twenty years old. he was young and very handsome. he soon found a job and worked very hard. After ten years, he became very rich. He had a car, a home, nice clothes and money. He said to himself - now I'll go and get my sister. He started his journey back. When he got to the Convent, the Mother Superior did not recongized him. He told her who he was and why he was there. She told him - I'm sorry - she can not go with you. He asked why? She said - because she got married last week. He wanted to know - who the hack, she got married to. The Mother Superior said - she got married to JESUS. She took the vows last week. He turned around and looked at JESUS and said - I couldn't have picked a better Brother In - Law myself. He went back to the place where his parents had lived and everything was reconstructed, only better and with a bigger house. He soon found a girl and and got married too. He went back to the convent and donated a lot of money to help them out. Everyone was happy. His sister and him would always stay very close. The end....
04/24/2013 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo A story/poem that I hope you enjoyed.

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
They are playing their music in heaven Loud music drifts from their guitars How we wish you were here so we could hear you play Tragically MDMA stole your lives away The Jactor Project keeps your memories alive Jactoributes hidden in over 60 countries across the world A year has passed since you both fell asleep You cannot see the silent tears we weep Jacques and Torin you are always in our thoughts. We all miss you so much Jan xxx RIP Jacques and Torin Lakeman who passed away aged 19 and 20 on 1st December 2014 1st December 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Here you are, only twelve, at our kitchen table.
Such a carrot top you were! Strangers used to think
you were our red-head mother’s natural son.

And here’s that photo you took of me at college.
Though you’re not in it, how could I ever forget
it was you in front of me that snapped that shot?
For I’m laughing and so glad you came to see me!

In this one, all ten of us are in the back yard
dressed in our Sunday best - our first big reunion!
I’m nearly 30;  just look at my silly perm!
Folks still mistake me for Dori in this picture!
Look how Mom and Thea - for once - are smiling!
You’re standing behind me, in a lovely grey suit,
only 32 and almost out of law school!

Here from more recent pictures, this shows a rare time 
we  were joined, but sadly,  for Dad‘s funeral.
You‘re not in this one, Dale . . . nor in any others.
That picture in our back yard was to be the last.
My dear stepbrother, the best man I ever knew -
Taken from us so young. . .  you remain beloved.

Written 10/9/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Was it all that long ago
  when we drove thru the streets,
Singing those crazy drinking songs
  that you taught me?
Oh, how I wish for those days again
  when the boulevards came easily.
Our voices in the open air as we sped
  in that sports car of yours.
Your death gave me a voice that
  I did not know I had until you left me in that void.
Now, words fill the pages of a writer
  instead of the notes of a musician.
Sometimes the tempo rises 
  Other times it is staccato and slow.
How can I tell others my memories of those days
  as I watched your courageous battle.
Your voice still sings those songs in me
  from I know not where.
Was it all that long ago...

written: 8/11/2015

Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

I am black,
and you are white, my friend
On the surface, it would seem
we are two completely different human beings
But cut me,
watch me bleed
This is where we share our common bond of unity
It's in the blood, brother
Our blood is the same as one another,
our blood is all the same color
Scarlet are my sins,
color me bloody red ...
I have been spiritually dead
But I got revived,
born again
Now I have a new set of eyes;
I see everyone as my sister and brother,
my family is your father and mother
Yes, cut me,
watch me bleed
My heart bleeds for peace and harmony
Blood brothers let us all be,
let love multiply, let love abound aplenty
It's in the blood, sister
Our blood is the same as one another,
our blood is all the same color

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.

I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill me, 

besides myself I would forever blame.


Even though it’s been ten years, 

my face still feels the pain.

Having to go through high school 

with a scarred face is just lame.

I’ve got the body of a goddess; 

I must admit I’m beautiful from the neck down, 

but the hideous burn scars 

on my face have remained.


Months after the accident 

weeks before school started,

a knock at my door came.

An anonymous donor sent a box

 full of beautifully hand decorated

Mardi Gras masks made for only the fairest lady, 

that’s the day I got my new name.


Each month a new box of masks 

would arrive and I would wear everyone.

I became known as the royal shapely, disfigured lady. 

Mardi Gras was my fame.


One night a mysterious white box appeared, 

inside rested the most unique and intricately 

adorned mask of all.  It was a pure white mask adorned 

with a delicate French ivory lace, fluffy pure white 

dove feathers and shiny white pearls outlined the mask.  

White is normally considered lame 

but this was breathtaking, nothing plain.  

Inside the box was also an

 invitation, asking me to attend 

the prom with "Masked Bandit" Lane.

 I couldn’t believe it! All along it was 

my handsome next door neighbor and

 Chris' best friend, who had been sending 

the ornate masks to me.  He was my hero now, 

my enthusiasm could hardly be tamed..  

Lane had always adored my brother Chris and seemed 

to like me too. I always knew he had 

a crush on me, but I never knew to what extent. 

I rushed over to his house where he was playing 

with my brother Chris a heated basketball game.

I hugged him and told him that 

I would love to go with him to the prom.

Just between you and me, 

Lane and I will always be the 

masked King and Queen of Mardi Gras 

and forever in love we will reign.



Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

You asked me the other day, my friend, who 
I am  
I replied: I am you in another body!
Yes, it is true  
Look how much the same we are,
No matter what the color, the creed, the race, the status
Look, I am born and die, suffer and enjoy, love and hate just
Like you!

I am a father, a brother, a son, a mother, a sister, a daughter, just   
Like you,
Happiness I seek, family to raise I wish, peace to find I look for, just 
Like you
I yearn, I abhor, I fear, I hope, I bleed, I heal, just
Like you
I believe, I doubt, I accept, I refuse, I laugh, I cry, just
Like you
We are alike, we are the same, we are brothers, children of 
A unique father 

Why have we:
To oppose, to fight, to hurt, to destroy, to eliminate 
One another ?  
Are really our seas that narrow, the oceans that small, the lands so
Limited to contain all of us?
Is it the case that our hearts are not big enough and our minds are not 
Wide-open to enfold all men ?     

It is up to us, my brother, to change this world we have inherited, with its:
Virtues and vices, history and culture, sins and merits and
Try to make it better, nobler, kinder and more caring world
Obliterating harmful beliefs, 
Demolishing injurious divisions,
Destroying detrimental distrust 
For to
Bring the dawn of a new loving world, 
A world of acceptance, of respect, of justice and of
Universal brotherhood
So as 
With peace in our hearts, liberated would we be
From past’s deleterious tribulations
For myriads of years, have kept apart!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
     24 OCTOBER 2013

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
He is the silly brother of death
is never seen around the cradle
and has never turned up for the
first smoke
first beer
first love

He is waiting for you with jester cap and painted grin
Roaring with laughter he pushes aside

Together on the seesaw
he pushes you higher
and higher until you
dangle over boundless
gorges until you
scream you have to go because you
so many things to do
so little time to spend

With both feet back
on solid ground you buy him a
for his big brother to arrive

Copyright © Niels Blomberg | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
The black river mills are seen in the distance
The red skies show spiraling, gray clouds
The earth is man’s canvas
And the mills slowly mix the paint
We have seen the devastation
We have felt the desperation
Some of us wallow in our watercolor
And leave the canvas blank

The mills crush their bones to the bottom
Mixing them nicely into the paint
People are pushed in without thought
Others go in willingly

The river mills are closer to my view
And my brush is stiff and unused
Women and children walk alongside the rivers
The elderly follow and sometimes shake their heads
On a cliff, I watch them all
My brushstroke stiff and worthless

Shakily I climb down the precarious cliff
Brush in hand
Canvas in view 
Watching people suffer in the paint of their mistakes
People wanting to be part of the picture

I never desired this. . .
I wanted to create a masterpiece 

The women and children are gone
—except one
I see a little black boy standing alone
He is watching me curiously
Tears in his eyes

He is a watcher
He was born to suffer
He never desired this either

“I’m sorry.”

The boy smiles sadly and takes my hand
“It’s okay. I understand.”
I shed digital tears
And program some control

It is quiet, save for the sound of the river mills
It has mixed well
The colors are astounding

“Are you sure you want to stay?”

The boy nods.
“No one wants me mixed with them.”

He is a creator
He is a watcher

I dip my brush into the churning waters
I then hand it to the little black boy

“The world is your canvas now. . .” I whisper.

It was NEVER mine to meddle with. . .
And we are set apart for a reason

But together we are incomparable

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Dramatic Verse |


Hear the travails of a single mother 

Traded her heaven for love 

But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran 

Now she cries aloud to every woman 

Be ware of a promising young man 


He promised to move me mountains 

He vowed to spring forth like fountains 

At my faintest whisper when in need 

And called on cupid to strike him stupid 

If he is short of a word or letter in his creed 


He stands and mopes as though lost in lust 

 It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust 

He calls my left keg wonderful 

And the right he christened as powerful 

Both together he called beautiful 


He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes 

That heaven is hid between my very thighs 

And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven 

He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven 

Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven 


He said my presence did make him shiver 

And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river 

If only I would be his all in one miss 

He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss 

And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss 


Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan 

Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone 

From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven 

Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven 

He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven 

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
In my dreams we sing and play, Chase each other like we once did. lying on the hill at night we would dream about another life. A place beyond the stars, a place that only we knew of. We grew up and our priorities changed I never expected our paths would not cross again nor did I picture bars separating us. In my dreams is where we meet It's the only way to touch your face, see your smile and hold your hand for we are living in different lands. You are my brother and brother you'll be and I will see you again in my dreams...

Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
I was all excited when I heard you were on.
I sent you positive things to decorate your wall.
I gave you pictures to remember the loved ones lost.
We have chatted and started to catch up.  

 You told me something that broke my heart.
I can’t believe you are willing to go back.
What do you miss about the place?
The waking up and going to bed in a cage?
Walking the same corridors wearing the same thing as everyone else?
Being alone while your thoughts beat your mind up day and night?
Having no way to call to say hi?

Your decisions run your life here is your turn to decide.
Chose wisely from here on out.
Say no to the games the devil plays.
Remember the devil took 5 long years away.

Believe in your father and defend his name.
He will forgive you for all your sins
He will show you a love you’ve never known.
He can open doors for you to walk through
He can open windows for your spirit to fly through at night.
He will send angels to guard your dreams from the demons you fight.

I have learned a lot since you have been gone.
I was at a fork in my life where I needed peace of mind.
I turned to my father in the sky for guidance to get by.

He sent an angel to guide my way
Someone to help build up my confidence and trust
My foundation is firm and my faith is strong; my spirit grows with a deeper love.
I see things others don’t see.
I understand things others long to know.
I am one with my world
I am a child of god’s love this I know.

I will never need or want again.
My lord has already accepted my hand.
He will provide when he feels fit
And hears every one of my prayers I say.

I understand you only know pain.
But don’t you get sick of the struggling?
The way you battle yourself inside?
 I know it ate me up at night.

So do me a favor before you have that drink?
Remember all the promises you have made.

Go out and help someone in need
everyone needs help back to their feet.
I will be here to listen to you,
I will be here to help you through.
But I can’t make the decision for you.
It is you choice so decide.

What means more a drink or goodbye?
You have one chance left please choose right
or off to jail you go for the rest of your life…

I LOVE YOU!!! Don’t drink please 


Copyright © cory long | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
How rare, how innate this journey 
manifests to be, the foreshadowing 
of a loners blessing. 

That intuitive thought to travel 
with when my third eye seems blemished. 
A mannequin of myself hidden in 
longevity, that has yet to spoil. 

I sometimes allow thoughts to slip 
away from this safe haven,
thereby welcoming consequences,
consequences only an amateur 
would allow. 

In this game of similar links,
I’m quickly reminded of a presence 
bestowed upon me. 
Those allies illustrated for battle.

Only a true soldier could retrace these 
portraits, heavy pages of uncertainty that we failed 
to erase. I’m grateful however, of the genuine flame it 

We defeated the irrelevant 
hazing, and found the blueprint for 
A groundwork for future war scars discovered
in our spirit. Overtime we prayed, and
received that undaunted 

Still, perhaps in this physical scene, 
There lies too much symmetry for this 
parallel vision. 
Some fade away as a result, 
anticipating a reunion in higher 

But as this masterpiece continues to illuminate, 
I praise God for this muse called friendship.

Copyright © Jiril Clemons | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love. 
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been  lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have 
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
 Isn't there another way?
 Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically 
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's  left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's  now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain 
 When, oh when will Peace prevail.

Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
Dale, as your birthday fast approaches, just think! You would be turning sixty-four! Maybe by now, you’d even have retired from a law practice I’m sure would have been successful. It’s easy to imagine this since in my lifetime, I’ve never personally known another man with as much intelligence and integrity as you had. Dale, so much of life down here on earth you’ve missed! You left us (or rather, you were cruelly snatched away) still in the bloom of your youth. To think that our time without you here has now exceeded those 31 years you spent with us on earth! And of those 31 years, I only knew you 21 of them. Remember the time when before your dad married our mom, my sisters and I met you? We saw just a scrawny redhead ten-year-old. We had no clue the huge size of your heart! You loved so much of life: school classes, games and competitions, debate, church dances, serving a mission, and above all, family. Born to be a leader, surely you must know that your influence on others has lived on and on long past your untimely death. I think of you, recalling those nights talking at the table of our tiny kitchen. You and I, and sometimes Mom or one of our sisters was there. Like me, you were a night owl and how we loved our movies! Oh, Dale, so many great movies and songs on the radio you have missed. So many things we could have talked about these last 33 years! When you went to college, I didn’t get to see much more of you again, but I treasure that one year when my own college life intersected with that of yours. You got to see my children too when they were very young. If only you had lived to see your many nieces and nephews yet to come! Dale, I wish that you had lived to see the growing acceptance of that thing with which you struggled, How horrible it must have been for one so religious as you were, feeling compelled by church and society to date so many women for whom you could feel nothing more than friendship. You never talked to me about your being gay; I wish you would have. Everything was closeted back then, but we all knew, and we realized how hard it was for you to stay so strong inside the church. You loved God so much, as I know you love Him still, for your spirit was dynamic and indomitable. How I wish you’d lived to see the changes (at least the good ones). With your love for politics, you would've been amazed by the fall of Berlin Wall. You absolutely would have loved the internet and smart phones. As the lawyer you were soon to become, you would have championed the underdogs! Maybe you’d have even helped affect changes in certain laws which in turn would have helped yourself to find a life of happiness with someone you could call your own true love. So many things I’ll never know because your life was cut short by a stupid drunken driver. Dale, I imagine you beyond the veil. You are there in Paradise helping other souls. I know this, for on earth you were a leader, a helper, and a friend to all. When I pass away, I hope to go where you are, for on that other side, yours is the first face there I want to see. 7/29/17 'Sad Free Verse in 2017 only' Poetry contest of Laura Loo.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Matthew, Beautiful with his hazle, brown, green, eyes.

He has been a favorite of the ladies since my mom brought him home.

The darkness of the brown in his skin, but the light in to, is so raidient.

He can make one laugh, like no one else. 

He's ten, but man he can act like a little old man that has gone through life.

He try's to boss me, ha! that little reble.

Somtimes I feel like I'm a bad example For him.

I wonder if he loves me, I know he does, but I just wonder sometimes.

My baby brother  he will always be, and I will love, even when he hates me.

He will suceed, for sure.

Baby brother I love you.

Please love me.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009