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Details | Free verse |
"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word, 
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio, 
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light 
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, 
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof

My dearest Poet, 
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, 
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes 
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun

pd

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails

This part of you 
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions 
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet:  "Ink Never Lies."

Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sang under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propaganda's
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth

~*~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Tiptoeing towards the edge of the towering cliff I flap my wounded wings and fly over tall two hundred year old oak trees up to the top of the highest of mountains scanning a never ending sovereign sky I glide effortlessly in the strong southern trade winds watching the fawn and her doe in the wilderness My heart starts to beat, and I write I write of the fragrant fancy free daisies growing unrestrained of the sun smiling down reflecting in the fast flowing babbling brook of the doe munching on the savory green and yellow grasses oblivious to her surroundings , the fawn firmly within her sight I hear the songs coming from the red breasted baby Robin calling to her mother wondering when she'll return with dinner my heart beats lovingly and I write I soar higher and higher heading for the heavens past the mammoth yellowish orange coloured moon through the mysteries of the milky way all along thinking of the mysteries lying inside you I open my eyes, imagine I'm with you and I write
06/01/2015

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words... phrases... sentences...
They are screaming to be released
or climbing to burst in climax seize
or if not drifting upon crinkled seas

but how can I? 
When will I?
If within
minute by minute
salty prints roll down my cheeks
caused by bitter-lava  of emotions.

Heart is in state of stroke:
my mouth now mute
my lips lethargic to speak
yet my fingers found the head of a captain:

  wandering, wandering
  'til a shoreline glistens
  in the name of hope

Pressed. Pushed, 
I puddle anew the currents,
nothing but my desire to share;
to live, to be happy, to be healed,
to pour safely  fears, frustrations;
trials, dreams that I always pray.

Stabbed from behind,
bang and troubled by shark sharp words,
the powerhouse I built 
slowly, slowly fell to short.

Curiosity ignited my interest,
I attempt to pass a five stanza rhyme verse
eyes shut, ears closed to comments.
Not long, 
sleeping poems from my head popped,
they escaped

  teasing and tickling,
  unafraid, I bite every challenge
  swimming, soaking, diving deep.

Seven months until I taste glory
excitement crawl and peak
nervous yet I...

   I clamor to learn,
   I clamor to move on,
   I clamor to sing,
   I clamor to run,
   I clamor to fly,
   I clamor to soar

from the bluest ocean to darkest clouds,
from lair of lilacs to fruitless air,
from reality to ecstatic speech of fantasy
with pinching memories of past rejections, lost love 

   I hide behind the mask of metaphors
   I tease torrid with personification, 
   I sassy seduce using alliteration
   I heighten arousal with my pose, my muse
   I recite in my own right the rhymes of my soul

Ring! Ring! Ring
allow my poetry  be the bells
clanging blues echoing hues containing feelings.
Permit the tinkles permeate, 
impregnate your thoughts.
Freedom of expression, 
this you and I yearn.

Here in Poetrysoup liberty, I did earn!

Supporters, friends, challengers, lover I gained
yet these I never ask. I never expect.
They landed softly to my open palms,
I accepted. I treasure them.

Finally, my congested suffering heart 
today, beats systematically:

   gratitude, I can only inhale
   smile, I can only show
   prayers, I can only blow...

I know, 
respect, peace and order we all want.
Your verses and so is mine will be of powder rust, dust
but am humbled to be connected.
Pages I will leave here are my immortalized sentiments,
I do believe not all may agree because...
   
   Each one is unique
   Each one has a style
________________________________________________________
8:21 pm, December 26, 2015



Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I write a poem that will entertain the world.
A poem that will fade someone's fear.
The one that will inspire you to smile.
Something that can make you out of mind.

I write a poem for lovers and friends,
To describe the feelings, how is love moves the earth.
A poem that encourages deads to live.
To keep the sun shines over the fields.

I write a poem that makes the whole world read.
A sentimental of a heart from lover who left.
The adventure of a man who travelled the lands and seas.
The agony of a woman who lost her baby.

I write a poem....
Until my ink gets dried.
Until the sun meets the horizon.
'til there's no tears fall in my eyes.

I write a poem...
To fall in love once more.
To hold the hand of a new lover,
To see the stars, the moon in full bloom.

I write a poem....
Until the last leaf falls in tree.
Then my life fades in the shadow of eve.
And every memories be left in dreams.

I write a poem....
Please care to comment and sealed with  a kiss.
Choose one or two to be your favourites.
And dont forget, fave the author of masterpiece. =D



** 2nd Place Winner in Poet Destroyer aka Linda's Contest: Any Poem #28 **

Copyright © Aiyah de Torres | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I write each letter by hand in careful cursive. 
I want every sentence to be pretty,
to look feminine and delicate -
to soften the ugliness you face everyday.
After each line, I let the ink dry.
You don't deserve smudges.
You don't deserve any of this.

My words are foolish, 
full of meaningless descriptions
of meaningless events. 
But I can't sit here at this polished desk -
in this cozy room in this quiet house 
on this peaceful street
and write what I'm really thinking.
I can't be selfish.

So I keep writing my careful cursive
on my pretty stationary.
I keep sending my meaningless letters
into the ugly world - to wherever you are.
And no matter how many times
I open the mailbox, I'm never prepared 
for that hideous stamp,
that heartless phrase:
"Return to Sender."


Written: 1/27/2013
For Michael's "Boomerang" contest

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
If I was to write of love, then from my
nib your heart would flow. Dreams
would be the parchment on which I
scribe, and your fragrance the sentence
formed. A desire and passion would 
flood my page, with intermittent kisses
instead of punctuation. Chapters of 
grace would fill your eyes, the contents
feelings spill your soul. The ink from
deep and pulsing veins, would secrete
the validity of my emotions. I see and 
do not see, for with your absence my
page is blank, yet in your thought reams
I write. Let this page be a blanket on 
which those eyes could sleep, and
realize my love is not a dream, but
reality in reaching words.

Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart. 
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful, 
Vivid tapestries.
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling 
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they 
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.

© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Let me write you a poem.
A poem so great Bukowski would give me a hats off-
And hand me a beer.
A poem so well-written, John Mayer would play me a 
Tribute song with his guitar.
Let me bring Shakespeare to shame-
Let me write you sonnets one and two,
Three, Four and maybe 
Five hundred. 
Let the only alliteration be that of our laughter,
As we exchange puns and stories.
Let the words “I love you” be an understatement.
Let us be the Paradox – and let the popcorn munching crowd watch us with awe.
Let the touching of our lips write Concrete poems.
Let your embraces warm me with Haikus.
Chase me through Couplets where we are the only couple.
Let the only Dramatic Monologue be that within my palpitating heart.
Wrap me with imagery- 
Shower me with smiles and similes. 
Be the Free Verse,
Be the Epic poem,
Be the Ghazal poetry drunkards wrote to their loved ones…
Be the hero in my Heroic couplets,
Be the one.
Just let me write you a poem-
Where your name is the only repeated term.
Where the only irony is the twist of fate that brought us together.
Where the only onomatopoeia is the ROAR of your rusty car’s engine.
Where we stand like Oxymorons- contradictory but side by side.
Just let me write you a poem.
Or a novel
Or a play
Or a song-
Let me write you something. 

Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Inspired by the write of you
creamed through a paper sieve to cup
with both hands the leavings that you trail
 the write of you

like the chewed edge of hand pressed paper
like the apostrophe of lash on the cheeky page
I ogle the syncopated semen-antic drop of
 the write of you

how often does the wonder of you flash
across the film of my eyes unable reach
for I am so enchanted with the coffee-au-lait
 write of you


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Write !


Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid the paints of images
swirls captivated
with great toed boots

I can hear it coming
a hefty heavy steady stamp
and I am almost afraid that it might rack me
hit me hard
and demand some elucidated expression from me
I would shudder
but excitement won't let me

Instead it sets me to a creaking ball points
and tiny alphabets that strain my eyes
while spelling out its diffident request

Write it says

Write, while some half cold sickness grip my stomach
and I wretch on grammar
and thus the great feathers quill
dips in the ink of my soul
and so ineptly scribbles epilepsy
explanation, image, wordage, spillage of sensory lobotomy  
partridge in a god-damn pear tree 

Curl about my finger
and reek havoc through those dictionary brain cells
yer! smash them brain cells
mush, mash and squeeze the last drip
find expression in the gooey lumps that are left

WRITE ! god dam it !
Be succinct, be poetic
surpassing idiom and useless language
for Christ sake just WRITE it !

Pilloried on my own sheets of paper
by my own pen
because it never catches enough
as it twist this origami of words 
i-n-t-o  s-o-m-e-t-h-i-n-g
I want to express
I need
I want
To etch with you
A moment of perfection

I need your voices
I need to hear you sing my poets
I need these scratching and scathing claws
and I need your delicate dance
I need something to end this misery
and I need this piquant
this ever enlightened soul search of words
to wrap up this bundle of love

And toss me nonchalant into eternity

Lest some madness of bantered insanity

Takes hold of me

Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Write a poem for me from the bottom of your heart, look for the words still there waiting, waiting for your nod to bloom into flowers like the roses of your garden, give them a chance, place them one by one carelessly stitch a poem with those flowers to be. Write a poem for me, listen to the words deeply embedded in your heart, their desire to become a stream and dance down a mountain's lap to drench you,to drench me. Write a poem for me carelessly picking up those words may be with some mistakes I like as they are I will touch them and watch how they bloom into flowers, and everyday among those words my undestined walk to reach to a stream and wait under a mountain's lap to get drenched. =============000============

Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
The poem must begin with .. And the cemetery was then continue with your poem

And the cemetery was shrouded in a veil of early morning mist which rose eerily from the grey granite and marble graves. Desperately searching I crept silently from gravestone to gravestone. My breath came out in tiny white clouds as soft white snowflakes performed pirouettes, falling like a downy blanket over the cold marble. Eventually I came across your final resting place I recognised the two golden cherubs, carved on either side of your headstone Gently I brushed away the snow and traced your names with my fingertip It had only been a few weeks since you had fallen asleep forever How I longed to hold you and sing you both a lullaby But it was too late and you lay together in the arms of Jesus I placed two red roses on the snowy pillow Then lay down and waited for the sleeping pills to take effect So we could be reunited in death Submitted to Laura Loo's Best sad poem ever contest. Fictional write for ‘And the Cemetery Was’ contest sponsored by Broken Wings 05~17~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Trickling over my mind
Came scampering the question
This dilemma of a heart
Come running into my embrace
Stricken with fright

It asked me
Father, why do we write
And so I dipped my feather in the darkness of my mind
And brought forth my answer 

I wrote of fear and the love that comes at a dreadful cost
Of meaning and of the fight for knowledge 
I wrote for voices unheard
I cried for emotions long forgotten
And the answer came to me as the tears wrote their own tale
Painted in pain was the image of a long forgotten glory
Of emotions left unstirred
Come to see what these words have conspired 
Come to see how these words have called them from their sleep
To ensue in them an undaunted hunger

Well my dear son
Here comes my answer to you
I write not for you
Nor for me
I write for what is within you
What has bubbled forth within me
I write to stir the masses
Unchained, unhindered
Willful subjects of our being
They huddle in wait
The towering limestones of their cave grow eon by eon
As they rot away, moment by moment
I write for them
We write for the grim
The unnoticed prestige
We write for what you have neglected to see
To bring it forth before your eyes
To fix your head with an iron collar
To make you a slave of our direction
We write to be your masters, when you need one most
We write to fix your gaze on what you have never lost
We write to drag forth from the depths of your inky heart

We are the harbingers of emotion
Be it hate or lust
The unseen veil of ignorance, or to shatter the blinding globe of pride
We are the harbingers of sight
With our binding collars, our guiding feathers, dripping the black sweat of our labored toil
You will come to see
What has not been seen before
We are
Fathers of a relationship sown by words, sealed by the dawning of the sun, the dawning of 
realization
We are 
Your feathers, to your wings or to your ink

And feathers will flutter
Bearing you into the frigid embrace of the skies
And when the winds will them no more
We will descend upon the ground
And speak to the earth as we are reclaimed in its rough embrace
We will write to the trees, when we cannot write to the birds, the sun, and the sky
And through the trees we will see the stars
And to them we will write about the shade
Harbingers indeed.

© Samir Georges
2010

Edited for Deb's Free Verse Contest on why we write.

Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
I have entered a room filled with handshakes and friendship Sharing hugs here and there, there's a buzz in the air Soupers queued, center stage, with a rhyme and a theme One is reading a poem with applause from the wings There is laughter, and sharing......and a microphone blaring A few poems being read, but no one is hearing, since the chatter is loud, and the crowd's having fun! I'm checking who's here, are they cool, are they new? Is she who I had dreamed behind her avatar screen? Is he who he had seemed as his poetry deemed? How great is this chance, to catch a real glance and see all those faces, my computer just beamed I look for a friend, who has traveled quite far Taking trains, or a plane, in a bus or a car I'm happy to say, they are nicer by far than I'd ever expected.......these Poetry Stars! __________________________________________________________ 10/31/13 ......for Yasmin's Contest: Meeting the Soupers

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I regret not writing you down,
You swam through my mind
Linking words and thoughts
With gossamer chains
That glistened with meaning,

But the kitchen can was calling my name
Using the voice of my wife.
There were skinned knees to be kissed,
Equations to be sorted out,
House rules to be followed.

Has the opportunity passed?
Have you flown, like a caged bird
Through a conveniently open window?
Are you even now winging toward
Another poet, a different writer?

I have the scraps, the fragments,
The word-pieces I had intended
To build you from.
I will try to arrange them so,
In hopes they cast the same shadow.

Like my grandmother’s smile
You linger just behind my eye,
Waiting for me,
Wanting to be released
In just the ‘write’ form.

Copyright © Christopher Reilley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I think it’s time I write
Write you OUT
Of the coming pages of my life
Oh…you linger
On every page
that's ever been
Keeping the plot a disguise
Unexpected events
My heart's demise
Slowly but surely
being written
By your unseen hand
I reread chapters
You were in my yesterday
You haunt my today
I don’t want you in my tomorrow
Not when you only bring me pain

No
I’m going to write you out
Cause I couldn’t write off
The debt of pain
I STILL OWE
To your oh so exacting heart...
I can't write it off
and so...
I’ll do the next best thing
I'll write you OUT

Out of the next scintillating sizzling sexy sentence
Out of the next dreamy dreamscape
Out of the next contentment compartment
Out of the next feminine fruition fantasy
For you've written only fragments
Sentence fragments of the greater picture me
Oh my!
Oh me!
I’m going to write you OUT
Of MY book 
Of rememberance
The book of ME
Oh, it could have been
The best seller of your LIFE
But now you'll never know
Cause the coming pages are clean
for some beautiful soul
Some expert author
With the plot of pleasure 
Bursting from his heart 
Onto me
I'll LET HIM
Scribble his lines
Those glorious curves and dots
all over my body and mind
all over me...
Yes....spill his passion inked words
ALL....OVER....ME!!
And him..
HIM
I'm going to write IN
Oh...so deep and gloriously...IN
The book of ME

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I fell in love with you the second you were born With light brown hair and sapphire blue eyes I thought you were perfect! Over time it became evident that there was a problem Test after test showed that you had profound autism You didn’t reach your milestones like other babies There was no babbling; no social smiles only a vacant look in those huge sapphire blue eyes You were locked in your own little world just content lying in your cot playing with your fingers As you grew older you found comfort sitting rocking on the floor You hated physical contact; if anyone tried to hug you you’d go rigid Arms remained straight by your side like a soldier on parade It’s been so difficult to come to terms with the fact You will never say “I love you momma” or let me into your heart Fictional write for Let me into your heart contest Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver 08-20-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
                                 A love poem
                How do you write a love poem

                                                              First of all:
                                            You need inspiration
                                             The best inspiration
                                                             Is a person
                                                                     to love
                       Or to hate even
                       Yes, even hate or jealousy
                       can be an awesome prompt
                       to write about 
                       whatever
                       you once felt

                     Or perhaps puppy love
               for that little boy with braces
                 two blocks down the road
                      from where you lived

                Or even secret love for that
                   stud that never saw you
                because you're that wussie
                     that nerd that stutters

                           So how DOES one write a love poem?
                           Never EVER use the word 'love'
                           it's a cliche
                           all critics in the world agree 
                           on that one
                                                                    also never use: 
                                                     "kissing your moist lips"
                                                           'kissing' is a gerund
                                                                   'your moist lips' 
                                              is a cliche worse than 'love'

                               Then how to write a love poem?
                                          How would I know?
                                I've never written a decent one!

***

August 5, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
Some write to write, others to please their own romance and love
I write to enchant thy heart, and thy imagination, thy vision
To tell yee the truth I write to please my desire, to fulfill a personal mission
For I am to touch the souls of men into the right path with God our lord from above

When yee find thyself in the open pause thy heart and look at your surroundings
Pay audience to nature herself, for she comes alive but by His breath of life that creates
Open thy ear, feel the peace that flows in the open air, hear yee not the wind it sings!
Whom but all poets shall come to open eyes, for their gift is to see and write to appreciate

Walk in thy own path, make thy own life come to life
Thank Him everyday for thy joy, for thy own peace
For sooner than the sun sets for eternity will His return be, and all time will cease
Drink thy wine, live life with joy, and be true to thy wife

For it is promised that yee shall receive no more than thee can bare
As He knows of thy hearts smallest desires, and will provide, if thee seeks Him first
Jump with tears of gratitude, for He promised a Bright tomorrow
Will no one believe, as in the times of Noah? Believeth so for all must end, all sorrow

With each passing sun He nears
Yet the world stands idly by, no one even fears
The heart of the earth finds itself celebrating and ill in fake cheers
Little do they know, that He will arrive in times of sleep and with an army of spears

Hear the message for it is not I that write to thy aid, but our Lord himself for he loves us all
as all men were created equal, and some to speak to hearts
Feel the burden that dwells on my heart, and read on before thy soul departs
Rejoice in my art, as I bring about the art that comes from the heart

Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Poems flowing from my heart
Words filling sheets of paper
Feelings pouring through stanzas
Until rhymes make sense

Who says what should be written
Who says what should be felt
Only who writes knows the first
Only who reads capture the last

My words can resonate in some hearts
It can pass unfelt through the rest
It'll grow roots in someone's lives
It'll be ignored by the mass

And that's okay, you see
Because it's impossible to please everyone
I hope who matters will read
And my words will have a life of their own...

****
November 11, 2016

Copyright © Claudia Polydoro | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
In a world where we are constantly told how we should do this and that, 
we must learn to thank them for their opinions…but, to listen to our own 
hearts and THINK for ourselves. 

There is a difference between guidance & being told what to do; where 
opinions are sometimes, sadly, just glorified pre-judgments in hiding. In this 
world today, more than ever, we must stand our ground and water our seeds 
with our own heartbeats. 

Because in the time one could spend listening to loud/louder/loudest opinions 
of why one should or shouldn’t do it someone else's way, one could have 
already done it their own way. Always move in the direction of time:  
Forward

...

Another herd of evaporated soliloquies
Flashing warning signs of good-will
Unto the lost

The deaf
The mute
The righteously blind

They simply ask for a sip of strenuous cognac
To lighten regurgitated burdens

Yet, throats become condensed with 
Good intentions
Under a cratered moon, afflicted with two-faced vertigo

How can one stand in the face of adversity
When our legs are kicked from the same foundations
That opinion’s high court built

How can I be told to write with syllabic serenity
When a rambunctious rhyme 
Would be the socialized death of me

“Guided” by educated parchments, recycled without signatures

…

If poetry is freedom,
Why do critics scream in beer-battered rings of opulent contradictions?

If poetry is freedom,
How is one frowned upon for speaking the word of Life, the word of God

The same God who told us to speak upon epiphanies’ climactic pain
Towards the same “heaven”,
They swear,
They’ll arrive at.

©Drake J. Eszes 

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
                             Stranger
                           I adore you
                      Because you think
               I said something worthwhile
         And your unsolicited uplifting response
           Was that I strummed a chord inside
                    And made you smile.

            Such are the curiosities of chance
                  Encounters from afar…
               As planets and stars collide
                      Among the stars.

                Though we know not why,
                      When or where
                         We may be
          When the unforeseen collision occurs
            Changing the course and destinies
                Of traveling bodies forever…

                               Still,
               There’s no denying you and I
   Were spinning uncontrollably ‘round and ‘round
                ‘til we both hit solid ground
         As the pull of gravity brought us both
                                D
                                o
                                w
                                n
                      Into the infinite
                Azure blue atmosphere
         Where ideas and words roam free
            Waiting for the dust to settle
              On poets like you and me.

        PS: This one's for Delysia Hendricks

Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
And I love you
Like a dog’s first date
With a fire hydrant

No, that’s not right.

I worship you
As if you were a wine collection owned by Jesus
Minus the prerequisites

Better.

Wait, it’s you again, my yesterday.
Why are your eyes seducing my stanzas?

You linger in my mist
Equivalent to a bipolar lighthouse

Blinking rapidly for hope to notice your sadness
While your light bulb remains cracked

Go away!

Ok, back to it.

No longer do I need careless whispers.

I just want to hold your hand
Swinging life away from skeletons’ demeanor

Be my sun, as I rise
I’ll be your sun, as we set

Damn it, I smell your unwashed lyric again!

Why do your illiterate, colored eyes remain atop my mountain?!

I tossed your heart off my peak
That humidified night in June
When God’s tornado told me to stay away from your fallacy!

You’ve become a rejected stranger, stranger.

Sigh, ok, one last try.

You want me to be your diamond
On platinum band

But, I just want to be an “I miss you”, tomorrow.
I can ask no more than this. 

To be a chorus in your daily songs,
I request

ENOUGH!!!

You continue glazing my thoughts
Hang gliding your way through my handsome vernacular

You were an exclamation point
Turned into closure’s period

Now, my fortitude shall delete your dialect
With whimsical laughter compiled
From shattered dreams of old

…

An illuminated solstice
Waving goodbye 
To onyx, cotton puffs in my Ionosphere

Please
Return
Nevermore

My Angel, I’m sorry I drifted against my sea of distant memories.

Love does not frighten me.
But, it tries.

I can only be certain of today.

I will sacrifice my pride
To become a pauper in your royal presence
If it means our eyes can become a correlated breath

I implore,
Be my tomorrow
These stanzas were only ever gifted for you

Be my tomorrow
For I’ve dishonorably discharged my yesterdays

©Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |
I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with one eye
I see a blurred pillow
And one corner of your mouth
Your hair resting on the side of your face
Your left eye closed 
In sleep

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with one hand
I can reach beneath the sheets
And touch your smooth skin
Run my hand along your side
Over your shoulder
Up to your face

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because with a word
I can call on you
And rouse you from slumber
To receive your sincerest regards
As I bid you farewell
Before an unwelcome day

I don’t write about beauty very often
Maybe that’s because it’s become so familiar
I live with you every day
And have grown to expect it
Maybe even treat it too casually
Should learn to appreciate it
And be thankful for it
As it’s you
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I'm away now for 5 weeks. Upon my return regular transmission will resume. Enjoy, enjoy.

Copyright © scott thirtyseven | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
On the Mussetle Train I go Going s l o w l y. . . going nowhere Where can I take this train, pray tell? Prayers are needed for this trip! Tripping on words, I run off course Of course, I can get back on track But tracks for this train are not wide Good width would help me move better The best I can do is stop now! for the Mussetle Train - Poetry Contest Sorry for the train wreck, Richard!!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I write all kinds of things, about my husband.
He does not have a clue, to what it means.
If he was to sit and write.
I wonder what he would write about me.
Thank GOD for poetry.
A language that not everybody get.

S.K.A.T. POETRY
2-26-10

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Paper Plate

serve me well friend poet;
flavor anew words I've
eaten all my life.

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
July 16, 2011

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Love poems are not written by poets in love;
They are written by poets infatuated with the concept of love.

Poets write of their dreams;
Poets write with their imaginations;
Poets write of hope and fantasy.

Only poets who dream of love, write love poems;
Only poets who imagine ecstasy and passion, compose love sonnets;
Only poets who hope to love and fantasize about love’s allure, pen lyrics of love.

Poets who are in love write poems of butterflies, bubbling streams and blooming blossoms;
For, when you are in love, butterflies fluttering by fulfill your dreams;
Bubbling brooks of cool, effervescent water engage your imagination;
Fields of flowers in bloom with rainbow hues and fragrant bouquets are what you hope for and fantasize about.

Poets in love, live love and write about other wonders;
Poets dreaming of love; imagining love’s splendor; hoping and fantasizing about being paid a visit by Cupid’s arrow,
And, only those poets,
Write love poems.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014