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Details | Verse |
There is a storm brewing and it is in my head, Words are swirling in a mighty roaring wind; Like colourful leaves tumbling and twirling, And then it is raining adjectives and nouns; The dark clouds are sailing across the sky. I try to grasp the words and put them together, Now syllables are cascading from above my head; The metaphors, similes, alliterations at my feet, A whirlwind takes them away as I pick them up; Periods and commas and semi-colons drift by. In my head I am putting a poem together, Stanzas like beautiful wet trees are sparkling; And the wind is blowing, the thunder is booming, My dreams of verse gliding away in the tempest; A violet explosion and a thunderbolt, an idea. Leaf strewn leaves utter a wail like a violin, Oh the sky is painfully dark and angry; I gather all my words to my weeping heart; Holding them like precious gems I love, Then I wake- the birds are singing outside. ______________________________ April 18, 2016 Verse/There Is A Storm Brewing Copyright Protected, ID 779037 Summer Premier Brian Strand Fifth Place _____________________________ A Storm Is Brewing Kelly Deschler Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016




Details | Sonnet |
"The best things in life come in threes . . . friends, dreams and memories" Author unknown _____________________ Old and new friends are gems to cherish in my heart, In my darkest hours friends have held me close; Although in time we may be miles and miles apart They have listened with tears to my sad grieving prose. All my days are reverie and my nights lost in dreams, And with my dripping pen I create my poetry; With dream inspired words, lines, emotions and themes, Sorrow has made me the poet I was meant to be. Ah, memories, memories so bittersweet, In my mind I see our old house amongst the trees; I have memories of mom's tangled garden seat, Of bright, heavenly flowers waving in the breeze. And through the years I have learned life is deep, Entangled with friends, dreams and memories to keep. ______________________________ March 14, 2015 Sonnet For the contest, A Penny For Your Thoughts, sponsor, Sara Kendrick Theme - Deep thoughts Third Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epic |
DESOLATION

The orange dusk of light comes to me into the night
Oh, how it gives me so much fright 
but I still stand up for what is right 
where old idea come back to my mind
I gaze to see what is in front of me,

Oh, how the memories kept flowing 
while I write out on many pages of dreams 
I know things are never what they seem 
I see a messenger walking in the mist of the light
the announcement was very swift 
the invisible always is,

the stories are told and the words gone old
but I still stood bold to a world that is cold,
I looked evil in the eyes
where the lies tell its own stories
I seen the lost running in the heat of the night
on this month of July 
crying out I don't want to be found 
while they danced around,

I see how they danced on bones that clutched at their feet
where their hateful words sound out through the darkness
I see a small church burn down 
where railroad where once busy 
but now things are desolated
I see a a rose burn to dust 
where the dead lay,

Oh, how the dawn breaks 
and now I wake on my bed
Now my mind is clear holding no fear
the prophets of my dreams sunk in deep
my words are written in a world of the forbidden.

Poetic Judy Emery (c) 2017 7.10.2017

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017




Details | Light Poetry |
The sun was setting, as it usually does
The town a ghost town, the main street all but silenced
The wind blowing leaves and dreams to and fro
The tension in the air was palpable

The few souls about all peering out shuttered windows
When in from the west, came a storm
Her name was Serena Storm, 
They shivered in her wake, the poetess of dead lovers

Then over to the east side, riding in slow and steady
The grim reaper or so it seemed, hollowed eyes
Dead soul and dark mind, his side arm at the ready
The greatest duel in history, right here

In the town of Nowhere

The setting sun reflected of her dark long coat
The last tear drop, falling to its death in the dust
She stared ahead, face blank
Daring, with a glare, shoot me, shoot me, try

He dismounted his horse, called Heartless Soul
His eyes slits, staring down the curvaceous storm pacing untoward
His hand inside his coat, slowly pulling out a mickey
He belted down a shot or three, 

In the town of nowhere

They both paced, hands at their side
Closer and closer, the saloon keeper
Not quite sure his bottle would be paid in full
Then as quickly at the sun set……

Vaso drew first. 
The finest long black quill one ever saw
His other hand dropped his bottle
Magically a writing pad appeared

Serena drew second, pen at her side
The color of blood, and for good reason
She too tablet in hand, putting ink to paper
As they both furiously wrote

In the town of Nowhere

Hearts were murdered
The meaning of life was hanged not long after
Love was beheaded
The main street a river of blood

A storm of tears washing away crimson desires
An empty vassal, Vaso’s insides already dead
Dropping his pen, he pulled out his sword of mourning
The duel to end, as he lopped off his own head

She dropped paper and pen to the ground
She faced down the grim reaper, and it’s he who is dead
The only one to know, his name was Arthur
King of the dark, ruler of lost dreams

In the town of Nowhere

The poetic duel of the century
Both won and lost
Long ago

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
My own piece of heaven, a quiet little nook,
With only the finest parchment in a leather book,
A feather quill pen and an ocean of ink,
My thoughts would never stop to think,
Every single line I write would rhyme,
My poetry would be beautiful and sublime,
I'd be entertained daily, by Dr. Seuss,
And, put to sleep nightly, by Mother Goose,
Lessons from Byron, Shelley, Coleridge and Poe,
Teaching me every single thing that they know.

My own piece of heaven, will have to wait,
Until one day, when I must meet my fate,
So, for now I will have to be content,
With my own words that may be heaven sent,
Inspiration from my idols is all I need,
Writing poetry in a notebook from Mead,
With this cheap, plastic Bic pen,
And a dream to be, just like them.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I have a little secret
That maybe you should know
Let me whisper it in your ear
Let me get real close
Promise me you will keep
My little secret please
Promise me you'll never tell
Pinky promise please
This is my secret desire
I want to set the world on fire
Afire with my words and phrases
Receiving so much love 
And heartfelt praises
I want my words to continuously amaze
Affect with each line
With each turn of phrase
This is a silly impossible dream I know
My writing will not get me off skid row
It will not make me rich
It will not make me known
But a dream is a dream
And I must let it flow

Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
(08/10/2011)

I dream in a dream
Where in my dream, I’m a perfect 
already
A perfect girl dreaming about her 
perfection
I don’t want to leave this 
imagination

I dream in a dream
In my dream of a dream, I’m 
untouchable
Where rain can’t wet my clothes 
Where winds can only beautifully 
wave my hair

I dream in a dream
While I'm sleep tight hugged by 
blanket,
In my dream you sleep next to me
I dream I hugged your back before 
dreaming
In this dream of a dream,
In your arms I look flawlessly 
pretty 

I dream in a dream
In my dream, you adore me so
In my dream of a dream, I’m your 
only one
In my sleeps, I repeat those 
gleaming memories,
In this two-stage dream,
You are mine, I am yours
*Aah* my brain is the best 
imaginations factory

For Frank H. 'DREAM' Contest



Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011

Details | Blank verse |

It snowed and snowed on the day I was born,
And for that reason I love falling snow;
In dreams, I walk the frozen woods till morn,
And from my pen the words just drip and flow.

And from a child, I was quiet and odd,
Choosing to read old books and write my words;
I would wander in nature and be awed,
Loving the songs and beauty of sweet birds.

A bird of green is singing me a song,
And on my hand she came to look at me;
I hold my breath and she became my friend,
This gothic girl is deeply sad, forlorn.

Was born to weep, to write my verse in blood,
A cold wind reminds me that I must wake;
And snow is falling softly in my dream,
It snowed and snowed on the day I was born

______________________________
May 11, 2016

Blank Verse

For the contest, I Drew A Blank
sponsor, John Lawless

Seventh Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I have from the earth grown pumpkins
Pregnant with a golden lust for words
And scattered seeds white as stars
Across the long green of desire. Birds
Have left wing loops in my brains, spars
Featherless in the wind for me to sail
But never did I want to be persuaded
For what are our horizons but sweet myths
One flight beyond dream left me jaded.
Words tell such lies sometimes, time sits
In the uterus of its design, being nothing
But memory chasing its ghosts like kites.
Yet I am addicted to the thing like spring
The white mounds melting into green sight
And all the places I want to walk with you
And hold your caress in my fingers love
And drink the melon till we are drunk.
Indeed, better to dream of cataract moons
For all you will tell me
Is ancient medicines in modern spoons
"Farm the earth, the skies, the stars just so 
"You'll be persuaded ..."
What vanity of icicles dripping sunshine
From the rainbow's heart. What blind
Ecstatic before the season of beauty ...

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |

The art of my pains 
is in the blood stain ink of me
while I write day and night 
to give insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads ,
 
this is my own battle cry's 
that are left in my mind 
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,
 
I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me 
oh how the pains had cut me deep 
the words that hurt made bigger storms 
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end ,
 
I now realize as I got older 
you cannot fix anyone 
that don't want the help 
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastated storm 
the past has away to paint my life gray 
this is the art of me that bleeds .
 
Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |
It's here now under a converted sky
Where daylight has loss it’s might
Hours before the green hills had sight, with 
splattered  hints of yellow wild flowers so bright
Now time has casts a different light
  
It here now where the heavens sings an evening song 
With twinkled lights on a moon lit prong
Dancing stars and dreaming of mars 
Its here on this transformed spot 
I will sit and jot

It is here now as I lay back on this cool grass, and write a story 
with the heavens the color of quarry
Of jeweled eyes in the skies 
that connected to stories, some disguised 
With silver spoons and astrological loons
 
On dream away, dream on by
to the earths motions and lullabies
It is here now time to take a brake
from life’s work ,and worries and heart ache 
Try it yourself remember when, you were a child
when you looked up the night and smiled amen
   

 
 
                                       

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
I move, I move, My wheels turn like wild things My hands cry the rims I run in my dreams I jump with style I dance I move, and dance My eyes sing like sopranos My mouth uses color Like a rainbow Behind me I run I run and I run The drip lines in my arm Are parachute ropes I steer them alone To land here I stand I dream, I dream Nothing keeps my mind Inside my faltering Little loving body With dancing Writing pen *** January 13, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
LET THE RAIN POUR

The first thing in my morning is the rain
that grabs hold of me in deep memory
of a world of pain of yesterday's
while I could still hear the angry words
that play inside my head like a sad old rhyme
that fades out with time
I'm tired of the way things have always been
where lies keep seeping in 
while life is on the sail of a living hell
but I am the master of this sea in darken dreams
I was broken from a very young age
but life can easely change
I write my story in poems for all to read
I know things aren't easy for the eyes 
but for the mind it travails through time
I see how others look at me 
like they understand my pains
that bleed deep within me
feelings that burn heavy in my soul
it's hard for me to let it all go
the heartaches from long ago
I take what I know to message out my hurt
that veins around my heart
where age is now becoming a life of lessons
that makes my voices speak out in ink
my brain holds many things
I see the beauty of life 
even in a world that isn't nice
where I look over the pains that made me cry
Pains of love and loss
in the abyss of darken dreams
that makes me scream
I still find away to see the beauty of the day
no matter the pain that others gave
Oh how the bullets fly deep into the night
taken down more lives
Oh let the rain pour 
because evil is always at the door 
for the rich and the poor
my mind is always at work
like ancient clock that never stops
tick , tock another drop 
of rain and pain that came my way
I send out my prayers for all that was shoot
and for the ones that wasn't 
All the hate in this darken world of pain
brings on more rain each day
I was bleeding out like the sea in all my dreams
I had fallen in a cold crowd
that kept screaming out more lies 
just to keep others blind of the time 
I look up at the deep gray sky 
where heavy clouds hang around 
where the wind blows like a moan
where ashes of life spreads upon the grounds
of an old broken town
where all hope is lost 
where feeling are pouring out like rain
where many has gone insain 
but no one wants to take the blame 
of their own shame
but again it is apart of the hateful game 
they love to play
they never did , or ever lived the flow of a healthy life
they only wanted what is bowing in the night
they love the trill of pain they bring my way 
broken is where I lay 
broken is the door of pouring rain.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
Fears of the night
plays upon the mind
casting stones in my life
from yesterday’s pains,

those pains don't ever
want to go away
the old memories
has made a home
inside my mind another time,

playing over time
in the fear of the night
I see you again all over again.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1981
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
LOVE HAS DEPARTED 

Departing avenging spirits
In the dead of winter
love has assumed to know all hearts
But what stands before thee
Are the cowards of the lost?
all they bring is wickedness
what has happened to true love?
Oh, tender hearts
Why did you depart into the dark?
the gentle touch of lovers’ hand
Where the beauty of spring
this old town has humiliated me
But then the knight looks and sees
His love under the leafy shade
Writing her heart away
He looks with a stunning smile
upon his face that couldn’t be removed
if she is near words of anger started to fade
but then he looked around and she was gone
His anger ragged like a villain
He looked at the cowards 
that has been making war
what is it you have done?
That is when the cowards started to run
Then one of the cowards 
stopped and looked back
Saying, Dark Angel is taken his queen home
There was this big hesitating chill
that moved faintly in the knights’ heart
a darken trill of the dead of winter
moved in his soul
The knight heart became cold
loneliness came from love
while the cowards of the town 
laugh so loud towards the knight
he pulled out his sword
and told them if they come back 
they would lose their heads
Clear, loud he stood his ground 
In the old town, he called home
Wide is the rain that brings on pain
that gives free choice to all who bleeds
you can love or run from it
or you can love and fight for what your 
heart beats for and will die for it
like a true ‘’ Shakespeare’’ theme
that has been written in true passion of love
that gives feverish dreams
Dark Angels, deathless powers
The knight takes on his delight 
that verse how he truly feels
love is where his heart belongs
But his queen her heart is no longer function
She has disclaimed her love for thee.

Poetic Judy Emery © 
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Narrative |
MOONLIGHT REVELS HER PAINS

Moonlight revels her pains,
In a world of shame
where fears lay
in decay of a darken life,

in the storm of hate
where rage is always near
to all that can hear the noise
where rain of agony falls,

Oh, flowing tears 
upon the Mediterranean Sea
in darken dreams;
where screams of swiftly lies
hold deep into the night,

Oh, velvet moon 
you had given bright eye
in late June;
where love has fastened
to a place of faith,

Where the brittle minds
could never find;
where words of hate 
comes to the trackless smiling face
that holds frozen emotions 
of an ancient time,

the sky became more gray
all hearts gone numb 
walking around dumb
being a bum
crying in agony of darkness,

where no love could ever be found,
where hearts are all bond;
in a place, you true decay
to all those who has lost their way,
a place to never be found,

in terror, they all did sink 
but Moonlight she only has 
broken wings in darken dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
THE ART OF MY PAINS


The art of my pains 
is in the blood stain ink of me
while I write day and night 
to give insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads ,
 
this is my own battle cry's 
that are left in my mind 
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,
 
I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me 
oh how the pains had cut me deep 
the words that hurt made bigger storms 
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end ,
 
I now realize as I got older 
you cannot fix anyone 
that don't want the help 
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastated storm 
the past has away to paint my life gray 
this is the art of me that bleeds .
 
Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Acrostic |
I am me,
In dark and light.
I am me,
When I need to fight.
And when the thunder lightning strikes,
I am me in no disguise.
 
I am me,
In joy and sorrow.
I am me,
Today and tomorrow.
And when I suffer from turmoil,
Like a seed I will sprout out above the soil.

I am me,
In new and old.
I am me,
Waiting to unfold..
And if time turned against me,
I am me to behold.

Copyright © Vaidehi Chaudhari | Year Posted 2017

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 | Haiku |
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
I’m riding your horse, no giddyap allowed,
simply plunge into the deepest unknown.

Your voice sets the pace, it whispers 
into the ears of my ride, sometimes they twitch

sometimes they find water, sometimes 
the waterfalls absorb all thought. I lean

over neck, sample horse blood like a vampire, 
like a computer’s command mode

taking over my brain, allowing my heart
to beat in tune, my feet to turn to hooves

and kick up or canter, moving with the rhythm
and flow, feeling the sweat of the sun

overhead and the damp of shady pines
and raking the grasses until they rustle over skin.

This is how I know you: the whisper on the wind
the stroke along my frame, the bed stead 

in which I dream, the places of unimagined
like a lure, a bait, overtaking me, leading 

me down a road I’ve never found
until you lent the movement of ride forever. 

Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Concrete |
Silly ants? 
No. Silly humans and maybe silly ants. 
So egotistical and naive to think we are the grand creation. 
We live in a world where there is hope to sell as many people on the idea that they actually have all the answers. 
If they are unable to find an answer nowadays it is assumed that well, 
someone must know it. 
Of course, this person must be wiser if they have the answer in mind. 
Who knows how much cognitive dissonance leaks out of those who assume they could know everything if they wanted to, after all, a grand creation would hold the key. 
What If someone who has not been deemed successful had the answer to their question? 
They are simply not seen as wiser than the one who asks, 
but merely, an uneducated soul. 
They want you to give into your limits. 
They want them to seep through to all who accept them in order to kill learning and thrive their tools to enslave. 
We must have belief of one's self over open belief itself. 
To be imaginative you must let your mind conjure all the possibilities. 
Considering it all, willing to learn, 
and your mind becomes an open feed to the energy of the evolution of thought. 
To continuously learn you must be open to everything that may hold the possibility of truth. 
How do you know that ant isn't your God, spying on you from the throne? 
How can you possibly think you understand the difference between the microscopic to the non-comprehensive? 
We are but an organic spec to the dominance of these barriers,
though they securely hold us to these realms. 
We must soar past it and realize that we are not alone. 
Next time you see someone looking down on those ants with their horrifying sense of might, 
remind them, someone may be looking down on us with a sure tale of remarkable power in it's true form. 
We must diminish our false sense of power and give way to sincerity to one another and allow ourselves to pick at each others brains in the hopes we learn as much as we can from this life to the next test. 
I like to think that you may have started as a simple drop in the ocean and then you were set free into the eye of another. 
And then a plant and then you died and so on until you found yourself here today. 
Finally graduated to a human. 
Perhaps it was the other way around and you have to learn what it feels like to go from the top all the way to the bottom. 
Again and again until you learn what you're suppose to.
And then, you will be allowed to go home.

Copyright © Drew Rutherford | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it

I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too

To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life

I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
She has so much pain inside of her,
she doesn't know how to address it.
So she turns the pain into anger,
after she explodes, she becomes quiet.

She goes up to her room, upset.
Why does the world hate her so?
She thinks to herself, “That’s it!”
But in reality, it isn't though.

She lies on her bed,
Pulls out her book and reads.
As she turns the pages, she loses her head,
In her mind, she thinks “This is what I need.”

A place to escape the world,
Somewhere she can run.
For it seems everyone hates this girl,
And nothing she does is fun.

She plays her cello 
And loses herself in the music
She does this when she feels low
Then she plays the song of her pick

She listens to the beat she makes,
Trying to make it sound perfect,
But oh, she keeps making mistakes,
She thinks that she will never get it.

She leaves the cello alone
And watches her shows
She then grabs her phone
And tells her best friend the show as it goes.

She leaves the TV on, 
Then she enters her laptop.
She stays on till dawn,
She just can’t seem to stop.

She loves the idea of leaving the real world
And entering an imaginary one.
That’s the story of the girl,
Who is never done.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I had this crazy dream
It's the one that keeps you interested
If your me, you'll know what I mean
To ignore your self resisted

So deep in slumber I went
On this night of required sleep
It's the snooze we always dream of
Into dreams of abyss deep

Through pages of looming clouds
As they fluttered in dreamy breeze
Many words I could see in my reach
Like winter leaves, on crying trees

Enticing in dream like flow
My two eyes can't be everywhere
I'm like a Rabbit caught in dreams headlights
In slow motion action I stare

Scattered yesterdays are all around
When I grasp they crumble to dust
Past words in anagram free
My steel beams now reduced to rust

In drift I try to imagine
Day to day life without the soup
It's a sentence I Just can't comprehend
Once tall and proud, I'm painful in daily stoop

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2012

Details | Shape |
Is 
This real
Or am I
Just dreaming now
Can you please tell me
Or wake me up from this
Terrible nightmare I have
Letters tie me against my free will
The words can’t form right tonight
Being trapped from freedom
Can anyone release 
Me from this cage
Unlock it
Release
Me

Copyright © Christian Guild | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I am a heart full of love
that shook the pilars that held her colussium up
her heart filled with sorrow,
I swing such fury toward her heart and soul
she cowards away from me,
in fear of falling in love and not knowing what is in black
and not searching what is in the light of pure white.

I am a heart full of love,
she runs and takes the long dirt road,
through the raging mountains of the quiet countryside,
as the meadows of lilacs slowly die when Spring comes,
the blooming of the rose,
like the blooming of my heart,
a blossom on a cherry tree fall and harbour in the wintertime.
I swing toward her, she falls in fear of wanting attention and love.
Lost in the midnight twilight,
the flaming torch guides her through the dark holes of meaningless souls.
and like a frightened hummingbird,
she flees away from the secrets of falling in love.

A heart full of love ready to love,
it is diffcult to feel and to show,
but as if a rose that blooms in Springtime
my love is ready to bloom.

Pettles lay along a darkened atmosphere
lit up only with four wax candles
a portrait of a woman hung over a mantel piece
in honour of my one true love.

As the twilight shine though my bedroom window,
I show a heart full of love,
to take and to hold for eternity.

And as she slowly moves forward,
she takes me home with her,
and opens her chest and shows me her heart
with a glass of red wine and charming cigarette.
She sheads tears of pain and sorrow on my broud shoulder,
I curise her hair, silk laced hair,
shining against the twilight and the moonlit sky.

My heart full of love,
so divine, so original
a one of a kind.

We make love in the midst of the twilight,
as my dream girl is now reality and my pain is no more,
her pain is no more.
Too show such love makes a man feel free
and his soul lighter.
She holds him there,
as the sun rises over the mountains.
The birds sing a tune of cheerfulness,
and they talk about everything beautiful and kind,
that is still left in this cruel and empty hearted world.

Romance and love shared
with a heart full of love,
smile and kiss upon smooth lips,
feel me against your tight body,
and love me till the morning
when Blue eyed Death is staring us in the face.
and we go with him,
and play a game of risk,
and together forever,
onto a diffrent world
we shall love each other forever,
for you and I both have a heart full of love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013

Copyright © Christina McCullouch | Year Posted 2013