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Details | Free verse |
Inviting and magnetic the towering awesome sight
A perspective of domineering rock and icy peaks
It challenges, dares and beckons with unfolding beauty
Stretching upwards into shades of blue and puffy clouds. 
Along the winding sloping trail I make my way, the easy
Lower tract encased in green, till rough terrain appears
Then stimulation is released when steep ascent arrives.
I climb and breathe the pure fresh air, intense intoxication
It is so peaceful all around, a place for meditation.
The time goes by. I look for holds and make full use of spikes 
Intent on concentration. The wind comes by and contributes
To the hazards of melting ice and hidden crevasses
The weary limbs in need of rest; a keen lookout for falling rocks
An avalanche of crumbling doubts that slows the pace... 
Subdued exhilaration when the going gets too hard.
At last the top is right above. An added burst of strength
Dispels the peril of defeat. One final forward thrust 
Victory is mine. The summit reached I gaze in awe
Surveying with pride my sprawling kingdom down below.

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Contest: Pinnacle
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014




Details | Free verse |
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Poetry of my inner museum penned by keys, 
to express the prelude to my anxiety and agony.
A panic to release my frightened barbed mind,
no longer to live this awful innermost state.
Uttering my release of grim gruesome emotions,
 and my inner light and dark of my moon,
My secret knowledge deeply hidden and annoying,
opening the tunnel clearing all that is opaque.
Now optimistic I strive to remain victorious,
my oval eye to scan for my minds inner pride.
My right to build my own minds monolith,
no longer patronise and wound me in my plight.
In control, again to be whole not scattered,
in my life that was less fortunate and vindictive.
Avoid dark, a path threatening to destroy my soul,
move to the bright light away from the vicious, and
towards a new beginning, finally living and happy.

Copyright © Mark Paul van der Merwe | Year Posted 2016




Details | Free verse |
The day has been too long.
The promise of a scented dawn
Lost its fulfilment in the dazzling brilliance
Of a hot, bright sun
And the tingle of a moment’s rapture
Flowed rapidly into the throbbing pulse of insecurity.
Noon stretched nerves to a breaking point
And tension clung to the midday air
As clothes stuck damply to the sweating body.
Sunset brought relief, as a peaceful calm
Settled down with the night.
In the silence of my new-found freedom
I gaze upwards into infinity
And contemplate the knowledge
Fixed in the striking monochrome
Of Christ crucified against a paling moon
While in his dreams, man savours
The rotten splendour of success.


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Contest: Impress me (with a poem I haven't read yet)
Sponsored: Poet Destroyer A (2014)
Placed: 5th


 

Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
You Man

-a request by Mam Aiyah

You as a man can fill up this world
With the love of your heart,
Let them flow into your veins
As the oxygen of your spirit
Goes into the lungs of your kindness

You as a man can share the thoughts of your brain,
Even though your memory is not that enough to complete the story
Let your axon abound and connect to the spinal cord of your dreams

You as a man can smile with your lips
Let there be a good quotes for every word
Of your mouth as they slip,
Swallow all the sorrows, 
Cut the sadness of your teeth, make them fly away

You as a man can show your eyes with happiness,
Mix this with inspirations
As they blink in with visionaries

You as a man can smell the fragrance of nice posture
Strain the bad from good using your cilia,
As your thumb and index made it concrete
And threw them at a distance

You as a man can hear solutions,
Can fight all the negative pictures
With your muscles in your skeleton,
You can build a problem killer device
Energy is your emotions,

You as a man can face all of your knotty points
You can hold the sky,
As your feet stay on the ground…
Because you as a MAN,
Is H U M A N…

Copyright © jhucel del rosario | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Traveled long I come afar Guided by a star Hear echoes of voice within I am aching from blues and bruise Yet, I languish to cruise Nothing to lose This I choose Afire you came Bold brave but tame You spun great change Breaking me from woos Melting winter, heralding spring An oasis to my arid life To each ounce of hunger You're there my brave hunter Basking into leaflets of wild Invincible... Fearless... Yet, love innocence mild Like a growing child Unto you I curled No shrives I dive Top of the world, I wholly whorled Visions revived Missions survived You and me, Me and you Perfect Combination Aren't we? Weeps forgotten Cries of joy aglow Begotten bestow
(c) Olive Eloisa 1:26pm June 09, 2014 Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a contest # 7 Sponsor Poet Destroyer A placed 2nd... :) Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings".... :D Thanks Tim.. hugs.. :D

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
CELL PHONE

My people are destroyed because of lack of knowledge and understanding

It is now easier to lie on cellphone
It is now easier to cheat on cellphone
It is now easier to steal through cellphone
It is now easier to insult on cellphone
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

How far you - are not far, you lied
Where are you-I am here, you lied
Who are you with-alone, you lied
When are you coming-today, you lied
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

Because of cell phone – SMS, divorce occur daily
Because of cell phone – a call, adultery occurs daily
Because of cell phone – what’s up, pornography occur daily
Because of cell phone – Bluetooth, the abominable occur daily
Because of cell phone – my son/daughter got a wrong soul tie
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

Who do you blame-the cell phone or your attitude
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your behavior
Who do you blame–the cell phone or your perception
Who do you blame-the cell phone or your lack of character
Who do your blame-the cell phone or your lack of principles?
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

It is not the circumstance that made you lie-it’s who you are
It is not the anger that made you react that way-it’s who you are
It is not the temptation that you sin – it’s who you are
It is not the phone that makes people cheat or lie, - it’s who they are
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

Circumstance, cell phone, money – it is not evil or bad,
And these cannot change you, or make you to lie, or cheat or kill
These things just reveal and enhance the real person inside you,
What was met for good has brought more evil than good

Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly to release their swirling spiral tendrils,
Tendrils that will adhere and entwine and entangle you in my words.

You have whispered to me a challenge and I quiver with joy,
My need to capture you is overwhelming, I am driven to win;
I will do anything you request of me to impress and to please you,
But to lose, it is unfathomable and I can become hostile and clinging.

Can you not see my words so lovely, like wandering thread,
I am tranquility and you can rest in my coolness and my shade;
Hugging, caressing whispering to your muse my beautiful wordiness,
Come wrap yourself in my words, be entwined, there will be no escape.

I was born to write innocent words, to give my writing power,
My need is great, to be acknowledge and known is my one goal;
Nothing else will be acceptable, I crave your muse to hear my cry,
Take my wild poetic words and poems high and let me shine in the sun.

Let's make a deal, if you release me on my upward journey,
I will not encircle you in my wandering seeking green tendrils;
Withdrawal of my choking, hanging greenness will be your reward,
You will be quite safe after I withdraw my clinging hold on your muse.


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September 23, 2015


Verse

For the contest,  You Want It Bad, Then Bribe Me, Casarah Nance

4th Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
fall
rise
fall
rise

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Yesterday I was at the bottom
The dank, dirty bottom.
The rubbish heap
Of wasted dreams
And failed attempts
And hearts depleted of hope.
There I lay
Wallowing in despair
Submerged in sadness
Clinging to the filthy ground
Like an insect.
Yesterday—I was there.

Last night I was in the middle
The vague, vacuum middle
The empty space
Between the beginning and the end
Where you find…nothing
But air
There I was
Hanging in nothingness
Meandering, floundering
Aimlessly searching
For what couldn’t be found
Like a piece of laundry
Forgotten on the line
Neither this nor the other


Just…there
Last night—that was me.

Today I am at the top!
The beautiful, glorious top
Where idle thoughts and fancies
Take shape and become reality.
Where your name is not forgotten
But engraved on stone,
Your words everlasting,
Your face a permanent picture,
In the hall of winners.
Winners.
Today I am a winner
Not lying at the bottom
Of floating in between
But dancing on rainbows 
Being free—being seen
Today is for the winners
Today is for me.

Copyright © Susan Piwang | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            Winter Bound

Hindered by depth and breadth of winter
Blocked doors and windows on the cabin cliff remote
Imprisoned by three feet of snow and all those inches
Piling up outside, no where to go
Pines cling to memory of icicles below the tundra line
Like all good trees they freeze but never die                                     
Over sleeping kept me from hunting deer
The realization of how quickly drifts can rise 
Shear numbers of snow flakes conspiring 
Cruel nature with wind and sky to hold me in
Now stuck inside the simple shelter fixed
Riffle and ammo sitting useless by the common fire place
No chasing prey this season, no reason to shoot the snow
It would only blow around and settle somewhere else
Winter bound, oats are my only sustenance, companion
Along with tea and lemon, not exactly the best of company
But will see me through, till things turn about
Closed in times advance   
I become a captive audience of one
The only show in town watched now in wonder
On snowy mountain counting down the hours

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
It is insane to do the same thing again and again and expect a different result

Unless the thing your trying to do is overcome an addiction 

In which case you must try again and again

Don't expect a different result immediately

But just know that it will come

Just keep trying and trying.

Try and become addicted to quitting.

As you free yourself from the addiction

A hole in your life there will be

Your addiction will try to trick you into thinking it can fill that hole

This is the addiction on its knees weak and almost unable to breathe

Replace it with something pure and true.

And remember that if you relapse you have made progress

It is not that you tried and failed 

But that you have gone through a phase and made progress

You have to quit in phases.

Recharge through the relapse and stay in control of your thought to quit

And start the next phase

It may happen a number of times

It is not you failing

But a boxing match with a number of rounds.

Stay motivated and just keep going

Believe in yourself and just keep going

Endure the pain and just keep going


One day you will get the result your seeking

I know because I have done it.

The buzz you get once you are free is better than anything in the world.

Trust me, I've overcome it.

Copyright © Nick Trim | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Set, spike, serve,
Volleyball is full of nerves,
Shoot it over the net,
Wait but not yet,
My turn to serve, 
My stomach is full of nerves,
Watching and waiting for everyone to see
I made it over and won it for my team.

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The will to win will ebb and flow throughout our lifetime.

Where the will to win settles is determined by the purity of the heart and mind.

The will to win can be compelling, stout, and awesome as a redwood tree.

The will to win can be insignificant and unimpressive.  The size of the will to win is individually controlled by you and me.

The will to win can move with grace, dignity, and magnificent fortitude.

The will to win can be noticeably clumsy and overbearingly rude. 

The true, respectful, and heartfelt will to win may bend, but always refuses to break.

The will to win may crumble from the least bit of negativity, losing all progress it has made. 

So, let each of us make a vow that will be etched in stone for the duration of time. 

Our will to win must never falter or descend.  Our will to win must always radiate, by being nothing short of sublime.
          
Al Johnson, aka Alfredo Leon
       

Copyright © Al Johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
As I roll out of bed tomorrow
I’m gonna say goodbye sorrow
Fare thee well Mr. Cynicism
See you later Mr. Pessimism
Adios to Mr. Skepticism
Exit negativity, enter positivity
No procrastination and inactivity 
An idle mind is the devils workshop
That’s why I’ll exert myself nonstop
No more misery and depression
As exuberance replaces dejection
Success is around the corner
It’s coming now and not later
Victory is surely heading my way
No matter what people may say
I quit banking my future on luck
Time has come to break the duck
A new dawn has shown its face
My home will be a better place
I’m a potential winner, a true born victor
Within me lies a superstar, a megastar
No I’m not building castles in the air, 
I’m not dreaming, I’m not hallucinating
I have to earn my place in history
Put a good ending to my unfinished story
My story is about confidence, not arrogance
I advocate humility, not vanity
Trials and tribulation come and go
Sticky situations are not unique to you
But we all know as well as you do
You need hard work and determination 
For the youth, education is the only solution
You’ve got to make the decision
To extract yourself from destitution 
Leave nothing at all to chance
For fortune favours the brave
No sweet without sweat, no pain, no gain
Each time you fall recollect and try again
A dream doesn’t become reality through magic
Lazy genius is not only sad but also tragic
Stay focused, keep your eyes on the prize
There is no substitute for hard work
There are no secrets to success
Only in the dictionary does success precede work
We are all gifted, skilled and talented 
Unshackle that innate ability 
Let loose that latent capability
I’m gonna prepare, plan and plot
Execute and give it my best shot
Until the day that I hit the jackpot

Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Our heroes roar
There they are
Flags held high
Voices raised too high
Eyes raised so high
Heads up in the sky
The spirit of football so much
They are our heroes
To play it all
All mouths are wide open
Throats always yelling out
Our heroes truly roar
Our hearts stir to the rhythm
While we watch the ball
We widen our souls in the stadium
One world on the pitch
We catch the ball in our eyes
We all kick it
‘****in **** we goin to do it’
The cries of victory make us sane
The laughter for the goal
The red card curse
The yellow fuss
It’s in the news ;’what a hurray’
They win or lose
The heroes kick up the wind
And kick up the sun’s rays
Till the sweat reminds us of the power
We want them to get the cup for us
When they do we promise to hail them
Though not all of us can have it
Those who lose want to kill
But we remember more excitedly
It’s better than the world war three
It’s the world cup
Those who put their lips to it
Will play it and play it
Because our heroes roar! And roar!







Copyright © joyce wolayo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I have heard of it,
I was in it,
I have imagined it,
But I am yet to experience it.

What is this dream?
Who is this dream for?
Is it a dream for the wealthy and the powerful?
The politicians and the Gangs?
The Cartels and the Mafia?
Drugs and substance abuse?

Is it a dream for organized crime? 
Murder,
Robbery,
Rape,
Kidnapping,
Child molestation,
Sabotage, and hopeless?
What is this dream?

Is it a dream for big cars?
Credit card debts?
 Foreclosed home? 
And joblessness?
Is it a dream for freedom and justice?
Inequality and racisms?
Or is it a dream for peace, unity, love and compassion?

Some people have been dreaming too long,
 And it’s time to wake up to reality?
Everyday hundreds of people are killed in the streets of America,
Children are murdered in the schools
Businesses are robbed,
And illegal schools, and colleges are established on a daily basis,
Innocent people get hurt every second
And the security system is tainted with bribery and corruption
What is this dream?
Rags to riches or riches to rag?

Aunt Mary is a successful doctor;
She left her beautiful home by the beach;
She resigned a good paying job; 
She leaves her husband, and children
 behind in search of the American dream 
But she ended up in a rat infested brown stone, 
apartment in lower Manhattan. 
She works three jobs,
 flipping burger and scrubbing floors to make ends meet,
 And at the end of the month she can barely pay the rent,
 She cannot eat a proper meal
 she has to pay it back to the American dream.

My ink has been dried up for many years,
The weather was perhaps too cold for my ink to flow,
I have resorted to the computer 
but the keys were frozen too.
What on earth had gone wrong?
I might have been in America too long
My creativity was put on hold 
 because I was too busy trying to achieve my dreamless goals

Everyday thousands of people from across the globe
 landed on the shores of America;
Thousands of people have lost their lives
 in sunken boats, and extended journey across desserts
 some people have spent months travelling from country to country
 with the hope of reaching America 
only to be subjected to the materialistic dream.
A dream that will one day reduce them to nothing,
A dream that will make them work night and day,
A dream that will cause them earn their bread the hardest way.

Somewhere along the road
 the real essence of this dream has been destroyed
 And new meaning has been added to i.,
What happen to the ideals of America?
Where is the success and upward mobility?
Where is the fuller,
 and better life that everyone anticipated?

Can we still achieve prosperity and success?
Does this dream exist at all?
Is it a dream for some?
 Or is it a dream for all?
Open your eyes and recapture the American dream.

               ©2013 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Copyright © Darian Rehder | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine

Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic Verse |
>It started with a lump you see
By Stanley Russell Harris
(A poetry Soup Honourable Mentioned Poet)
(The New mad Author)

It started with a lump you see.
As I was old, I just thought it part of me.
You know as old age goes.
Middle age spread!  Begins to show!
Of course I thought that was just part of me.
Oh!  Have already told you that I see.

As time went by, I do not lie you know.
My middle age spread began to grow.
Was not in pain, all was OK.
As was retired and enjoying my days.
Until that day when I did see.
My middle age tummy lump. 
Had moved to the left hand side of me.

And that insignificant middle age spread.
Changed my whole life instead.
Of course to my doctor I did go.
Straight to hospital he sent me so.
I wondered why, but I did go.
For a year I had examinations and scopes galore.
My mind a whirl, never knew the score.
Then one day a specialist said to me.
Stanley you have cancer you see.
At that moment my world did stop.
My mind went blank, could not think a lot.
Was a bit like having writers block.
But then I knew nought of that.
And my cancer news was worse than that. 

Six years have passed since that sad day.
And thanks to all in our NHS
I am now out of that mess.
OK I might not be quite alright
But of that cancer there is no sight.
I always pray and thank my God.
But the tears still run, I kid you not.

I cannot speak as I use to do.
I do not pass by if you speak as you do.
As if I know how it must affect you.
I know you are feeling just like hell. 
I only pray you will soon be well.
So like me you can others tell.
There is life after cancer.
So fight it and get blinking well.



Cancer is life changing I know dam well.
Some go to heaven; I know my sister is one of those.
My turn to join her has been postponed.
I know not why, I did not die.
Was it to say, do not cry?
I do myself I cannot lie.
Surviving is life changing, it has happened to I (Me). <




Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
DEATH'S SHADOW!

Death has a shadow of an effervescent wall.

A whore is defined but to never exist in the world.
This child is of spirit and soul but death’s shadow savors her.

A girl lies in her resting place,
To sleep and dream up beautiful images.

Where the darkness is light relishes.
Brothels of men appear.

She is only four years point six months old.
Prophecies begin to unfold.

Was she the chosen one?
She does not enjoy what has formed.

She runs into her mother’s room.
Highly favored, she is consoled.

She is held closely until she falls asleep.
Her mother tucks her in.

Phantasm is this girl transition into her spiritual orbs.
She sees each body normal with her bare eyes.

She does not ogle.
Through fear, she embraces slumber.

Dynamism will be known.
Death’s shadow is unveiled.
\___________\______________/
 Penned on December 06, 2014!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!

Copyright © Rajat Singhal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Whimpering           
Sounds escaped,
As I walked on vast layer 
Of permafrost.
Beyond the horizon,the 
World lay bare.
With my heart in my 
Hand,I passed thru 
Argyle And Hellas,amid 
eerie Sounds echoing as 
dust
Storms circled,forming 
Shadowy figures.
Storms etching
The terrain,light   
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this 
Voiceless world?
Three thousand miles, 
Across is chasm;beneath 
Lay the throne of Hades
I thought.
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
            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~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Baby steps lay firm ground for success

Copyright © Mohan Chutani | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

When moving up in the world
Ensure that you build bridges
Don’t burn them
Your actions might serve their sole purpose today

But someday you might need
 	Someone’s assistance that’s below you 
Don’t let them forget your good of yesterday
Just for your success today

None of us can make it on our own 

©144810042015

Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Clearly I am I.  
Carrier of EARTHS  NECTAR.
CONSTELLATION AQUARIUS.
Truth turns a TRANSPARENT BLUE.
WATER BEARER  I AM.
AQUARIUS AM I.
HONESTLY NO SCHEMES ALLOWED
I  AM  I, CLEARLY I AM 
AQUARIUS I  TAKE  A SOLEMN BOW
AQUARIUS  TO  AQUARIUS
AMEN 
AGAIN
AMEN

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
WAVE DANCER In the stillness the sun smiles spanning wide her golden yellow teeth blowing wind is shadow quiet she is waiting waiting waiting.... Waiting and feeling.. slowly the stillness trembles! It is disturbed... little waves begin to creep and crawl.. Unabash! She goes! Brave and graceful to take the ride... Daring and excited to play with the waves... Up. Down. Left. and right sways... A rollercoaster along the foamy surface of sea She was not taken aback by what she lacks... An arm bitten by a stark sharp shark long ago Instead, She pursues the waves Fearless to stand - tango with the wave curves! a ballerina with a surf board moving ahead.. ahead ahead each tunnel wave... balancing on side and top of the wave.. power hugging made by the currents.. mind blowing love affair with the tides!!! her missing arm not forgotten but a precious welcoming history in embracing the world with her inspiring story of not ever ever quitting! of keeping the faith afire with each rough tough situation! of trusting Gods' reasons and purposes to everything.. of making the most even when something is lacking!!! a conqueror of weaknesses! a wave dancer of water tides and beyond! She is BETHANY HAMILTON!! ______________________________________________ Best free verse poem - Poetry Contest Sponsor SKAT A ~~~7th Place~~~ Olive Eloisa Guillermo 3:04 am, July 18, 2014

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014