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Details | Rhyme |
5/20/17



Consider this
Trying to make a difference
Instead of showing ignorance

Regardless of if we're able to relate
I'm willing to do what it takes
Instead of letting it all go to waste

No sense of entitlement
Just after enlightenment
And to help the environment
Even after retirement

Open to suggestions
In all directions
Paying attention
With much more than good intentions
Call it one form of self expression

One thing for certain and proven
I'm only human
Yet still trying to make my contribution
Near and far from fields of lupin

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017




Details | Sonnet |
In Each Dark Battle Are Gems Still Hiding

I linger far too long in past glances
repairing my heart from such ancient pains.
I that carelessly took too many chances
now look back at far, far too many stains.

No shadows that follow bear good tidings
where tired spirit seeks safe shade and deep rests.
In each dark battle are gems still hiding
in green forests upon snow covered crests.

Long has been the widening path taken
where night-moon and bright sun upon man shine.
All seems so lost but hope is not forsaken
death is dark-food upon which Fate does dine.

Tarry not, road slows, end-game is in sight.
There sleep, basking in its eternal light.

R.J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad |
I'M FOREVER YOUR'S

You always told me your love is like no other
the more I read I discover
your heavenly spirit is all over me
it's the most beautiful feeling 
my spirit feels deep within my soul
your love I never want to let go
I know I am only human 
just a small grain of dust  
but you love me for who I am 
your words are the flame 
that burns deep within me
even when life throws me stones
and my my spirit very weak 
you make way to clean me up 
you are my strength when I have none
you are my protector from everyone
that keeps me on the run
youre my forever friend to the very end
your love is the candle that will never burn out
you give me holy spirit 
you having my emotions in a rush
of goodness and peace 
this world will never tear our love apart
our bond will always be
I know people always seem to judge me 
because they believe they are better than me 
that is fine whatever they think
as long as you judge me for who I really am
you are my everlasting love
your love is all I need
your enough for me 
I know I lived a very painful life
where people were never nice
I became homeless and very afraid 
but you were always making way
you promise me a forever after
that you will wash my sins away
as long as I keep my faith
and walk in your path
I'm all yours forever
my love for you is eternal
you are my everything 
even in my painful dreams
you shine your light 
even in my darkest times
you are always on my mind
I love you Jesus my Lord
I love you Jehovah God
I am your's.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | 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 | Light Poetry |
Quill n hand
Ink is black
Words frothing

Lost in thought
Words breathed forth
And set free

Two souls meet
Blend as one
Passion ooze

In the night
Dim of moon
Lust or love

Writer knows
He leaves it
To our thoughts

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | 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

Details | Personification |
Somebody, please find me;
Here I am hiding.
I am the words,
The poet's handwriting;
Am I dead or dying.


©2014 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
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Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |
Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!

Copyright © Nicolette Holness | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |
remembered lines
of poetry from youth
just pretty poems
the adjectives and  adverbs
hypnotizing my heart

the poetic spell
almost consuming my life
from houseman to frost
and back to shakespeare
and dying inside for truth

so simple and silent
devoid of actual words
so memorable
useless dreams of prized stuff
carried away by wind and stars

Soon I was looking
at real stars and mountain crests
without prettys rosy fins
looking really looking
without judgement try to be

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |




My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.




Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
Gathering grey clouds
Whip crack of frothing thunder
Is this Africa?

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
There's nothing left to write.
No more textbook vocabulary to relay your state of mind. 
No more analogies, similes, or metaphors to convince others that your abstract thoughts could ever be compared to concrete concepts. 
No more iambic pentameter to give rhythm to your flat-line emotions, or play-on words to give your conscience a personality. 
No more diction with an optimistic connotation to give negative issues a striking charisma. 

Nothing. 

No more can be written.

Leave it the way it is. Maybe someday it will grow on you.

Copyright © Kirby Browning | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I thought that it will be just a dream,
That YOU and I will become ONE for real;
Before, the least thing that I could do,
Is to be a dear friend to you.

We’ve known each other for almost a decade;
Classmates, Groupmates, Schoolmate that’s our label.
And after graduation, I thought it will fade,
The relationship we built that started out late.

Our lives shifted from highschool to college;
I’ll never expect that we’ll still see each other.
Then just from a single text we got this privilege,
Of continuing to get to know each other deeper.

We usually texts every now and then;
And we only just tease each other often.
Then to our cleverness, we come to an end;
To call each other “CHURA” by our pet name. 

But our journey to love wasn’t that easy.
We had our own relationships in between;
Still, I believe that we both own each one, kinda silly;
And maybe we prayed in God’s time we can call each MINE.

Unexpectedly God came in our way,
From a single question that I throw away;
We started to build the strong foundation,
Of genuine trust from our constant communication.

Trials came but still we stand firm;
Because we face those hurdles with grin.
We may not be the best couple,
But we are stronger and better if we’re together.

As you mentioned in your poem:
“That we don’t know what might happen next,
But let’s be patient and think for the best,
And be thankful coz we’re blessed
By loving each other and the rest.”

Yes! We really don’t know what might come;
But we could make things happen if we remain calm.
Let’s set aside our fears and give ourselves a chance;
By trusting each other and we’ll survived this romance. 


Michurz ko, I really do appreciate everything you do;
From constant reminders, teases and sweet nothings from you;
Even your efforts to make me smile everyday;
And off course to be there full of love on my birthday. 

I really don’t know why I do love you;
But one thing is for sure, I want to grow old with you. 
I will embrace the negativity and fears that you shed,
And make those scars you have mended.

Let’s be strong for each other.
Remove “I” but used “WE”
Coz we’re ONE in this battle;
And together we won’t’ be rattled.

Thank you for loving, trusting & inspiring me;
The smiles we shared and the problems we faced,
Only makes us stronger and wiser.
A couple centered in GOD and constantly understands each other.

I love you, I love all of YOU, Forever.
YOU and ME everyday. 

Michurz mo.
7.25.2013
#weeksaryceleb

P.S. Imissyoumuch. :(

Copyright © Michurz Mo | Year Posted 2013

Details | Personification |
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |
>>1111>>WORDS<<1111<<

Time for WORDS to get together, 
Energy through my pen whenever, 
Understanding they hold great power forever,
Dexterous infectious combinations so very clever, 
Hard to comprehend? Nevertheless, I charge on, 
Vocabulary getting stronger, no longer no one, 
Fun circuiting, rewiring firing cells really well and filed,
With ill style, goal to have WORDS dialed.
Piled up and never stopping as I’m rhyming,
Yeah, got the keys to open up my subconscious mind……… with WORDS…..
Reads and rereads when conscious time is heard playing out,
Without them, throughout a consciously aware life, would bring about bugs,
WORDS.......... a drug to my senses, 
In seconds, in sequence form sentences, 
Are my words only from physical experiences?
Nah they’re heard in answers in glances as I ask,
Questions, for explanations before the process of dissection,
As comprehension advances WORDS start to dance,
Enhanced and financed by WORDS in circumstances when confronted by WORDS,
They disturb everyone and deceive those who run from them, 
Lemons, sour within their own Kingdom, unclean concept of life attempt,
Dreamt dreams and dreams, saved in the deep plains of my hard drive,
Surprised all the time as I weep knowing as I’m trying, what remains is in disguise,
Questioned WORDS using WORDS as WORDS comprehended make me wise,
WORDS unconditioned, I write these down because I’m bound, straight up no lies,
I have ties with letters forming visible underground bait! Here to vitalize,
Not to be idolized because I realized something, WORDS are to be crowned King,
So rise, create new life that’s alive, and fill your kingdom with WORDS at this very instance!
WORDS are like an amusing substance, tearing down untrue, false perception and this is why,
Subliminal weapons of deception wanting us all to die,
Words used in disguise saying they are from the sky, straight up denied!!  
By the unified WORDS my mind flies through space and time,  
With WORDS using my third eye I groom myself like my bonsai.

Quincy Mac

date written: 30.11.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |
It's quite all right I self assured
That I not be like a kite so easily lured
Accolades? Accomplished? mere 
sounding board?
Outa side of the neck dished yet I don't giddily
gallup with the rest after the hoard
Simple for me I pop a vitamin C a couple 
of aspirin downed with a swig of diet Coke
my pen languishing laying there like 
a rusty bike
hmm little elbow grease n' some steel wool
n' tightening of the spoke
A little kid again barreling down the hill
nuns in their barred window still across from
the boneyard
My friends n' I yelling hurry as the gravestones
flew past all blurry in our little game of 
outwitting the deathcard
'Til the Dakotas? Iowa? Big Sky Montana 
up twisting gravel road hill to sit on a rock
breeze whisking by cheeks n' my gaze
transfixed on panorama valley below
toy like canoes at whim of the winding river
in recreation area known as Beaverhead
Wondering where my irregular route muse
would take me next instead 
The big blue long hooded Peterbilt 379 
18 speed with the yellow n' black Cat wide 
open throttled power
On The desert flats of AZ or West TX chugging 
along at well over 100 miles per hour 
Or mighty rugged Rockies loomed ahead
in their formidable stand tipping whitecaps
in summer still
As I wound up n' down the 4th of July hill 
lugging on the incline to apex 
then brief reprieve before I enacted 
Jake brakes the reverse compression 
of the engine on descent pounded like a native
with his wet drum
Or following the river through curves 
on Hwy 12
through Idaho there I'd go with the mountains
n' cliffs heaped up on either side on that 
Lewis n' Clark exploratory ride
Was this the dream fulfilled I had as a boy 
flying over mountains n' hills but if I recall 
I was levitating 
N' it's not for everyone-most somewhat content
pushing carts n' in cubicles adorned with 
family pictures escaping briefly to the 
water trough or to sharpen their pencils on  
quitting bell waiting 
But for me no matter what color she is 
oh like ships I always name my rigs after girls 
whether Detroit Cat or Cummins see the 
road is distantly callin' gotta be up n' runnin' 
n' the diesel perhaps little diluted
but courses through my veins still
Was this the dream I had as a kid? Foolish to 
think I could attain it without the proper tools 
of the trade that I could fly of my own volition?
Yet I know somewhere she sits n' waits n' with
The Good Lord's grace n' strength I'll be rollin'
soon-just hope she's in good road worthy 
condition.
Nov 22 2016 DRMF

Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Carpe Diem |
Words are far from true.
They disguise.
Wise stain eyes until real is all you need, free from salty cries.

This language spoken, only speed bumps the weak for weeks.
Years multiply by division of fear postulating theorems we could never speak.
WE, the freaks, magical, lucid and fragile.
Agile.

And they say, "Yeah kid, ya' really figured it all out this time, haven't ya'?
Peddling your flocking art through highway streets intergalactic! Tough shit eh...
Pandering, shove it in, push it down, sandpaper hard. Oh yeah, yeah, yes kiddo of the hour, stacked and flaccid at the same god damned time. Look at your rhyme big guy, talk of the town, pull my finger, wear the crown, funky clown!"

I say:
 "WHO IS THEM ANYWAY ANY DAY? Wear your prose go man, even if it dampens their day. WHO IS THEM? WHO IS THEY? Keep on that art, words down, write 'em if ya' gottem', and when they don't understand, comprehend, two middle fingers, watch 'em fly sky high, watch 'em pretend, see 'em bend...get yir' gleam, enjoy that grin. Let them do them man, you do you! Art is pure, Art is true, Art is YOU!"

One more tid-bit of truth...
If skimming through someone's poetry is yir' game,
 ta' get plays, 
cop-a-feel 
steal love for your reel...
 I say:
 "Peace out! Keep the grease out! 
Shift gears, peel.
Do something real, or...disappear... like David Copperfield."

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
Prolog:   This poem is about how much you need to struggle to ‘survive’ as an accountable and matured man. Child demands what he desires and the man sacrifices his desire, to fulfill the child’s.  It’s funny how you would be made a king for a day, and then a ‘somebody’, or even a ‘nobody’? Moreover, as you grow up, linearly, the problems breed exponentially like bacteria. Yes, it is true that the assimilative power to bear the offsets increase as you grow up too and how we breathe with the mere hope that one’s integrity pays back at some point in life. These verses symbolize the seldom hidden pain as adolescents in antithesis to the trouble-free life of a kid. Being a four year old playing with crayons, it’s all about you and your own little world!  
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
From learning to put on the bow-tie,
To responsibly having the handkerchief in your pocket,
From experiencing the toughest times
And still standing upright like a ship in a storm
Like never before,
Manhood, here comes, like a raging warrior,
Resilient in form, stronger than its former,
And kills your innocence; darkens your heart.
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising
 
Life slips by ‘unlived’ and under cut-throat competition
Little merry-time, patchy hangovers and a far-fetched ambition
In trying to enrich and reclassify his social status
Life is yet adventurous, travelling rough miles
Reshaping himself, constantly adopting new lifestyles,
Every so often, he needs a little time, damn-it
In the end, faith grows numb in breaking the habit
It’s flabbergasting dad, how you stood up on your feet
Such burden of liability on the shoulders, how can one keep?
 
Politics was detested, conspiracy unheard of.
But now only has become an essential strategy for survival
Pain only makes him stronger,
Thanks Kelly Clarkson; that makes our belief finer
And brings a hope of fresh revival
How true Darwin sayeth!
Fittest subsists, and the rest are extinct species.
However, gratitude to such reformation
The inception of adulthood, cognizance!
Teaches him to be & believe himself; thus push his limits farther
Only critical moments, binds his relationships sturdier
 
The journey is tough, the journey is loathed,
The journey is necessary, the journey is promising.
 
 
Inspired by : friends, fam, eminem, linkin park, my fellow poets, my world

Copyright © Dhruv Panchal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |
What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |
Why do I visit here, it’s mostly for self-reflection
First through my reading , that I’m able to explore
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

This not possible, but I still do tedious inspection
Over time I do notice that I am better than before
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

This pursuit does require the very finest selection
Time passes, less and less never more and more
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Although not attainable there are many a detection
New truths revealed, I’m a kind in a candy store
Why do I visit here, it's mostly for self-reflection

What I read, what I write, in me it causes reaction
Patience I didn’t have before, allows me to endure
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

Many reading this might react with some rejection
What does your soul and mind ask you to implore
Why do I visit here, mostly it’s for self-reflection
Then writing with the goal of reaching perfection

penned 2/3/2013 by Wayland Bunch

Copyright © wayland bunch | Year Posted 2013

Details | Footle |
Summer

Sunshine
moonshine


Children's dreams

Happy
scary


Discovery

Fearsome
awesome


Ocean

Rolling
foaming


Mother's Love

Immense
intense



Life's Pleasures

Eating
loving


Spring's Arrival

Cheerful
lovable


Poetry 

Soulful
music


Vanity

Empty
ugly


Mothers

Loving
giving


Corporal Desires

Lustful
sinful



Child

Happy
teary


Writer

Thoughtful
lyrical



Golden Years

Deserved
reward

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Monday 25th November 2013 - a date ingrained in my brain forever This was the start of a trip of a lifetime for me, a voyage of discovery For it was on this day I wrote my very first poem 'Splendid Isolation' I look back on my words but I wouldn’t change a single one How I wish my husband had never got cancer and needed surgery, but then my journey into writing would never have started. I have had my ups and downs Good times and bad now my trusty pen is forever by my side A constant companion - with me every step of the way I have learned so much, not only about writing, but about me… I have an inner strength I never knew existed Creativity that has lain dormant for many years like a volcano Now words flow from my pen and erupt onto the page Writing poetry is a journey I never want to end Contest: The Journey Begins Sponsor Matt Caliri Entered into The day that changed my life forever in a positive way Sponsored by Cindi Rockwell 11~14~15

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.

Copyright © Ag Ki | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |
The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013