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Details | Lyric |
Every successful man had his first time
What happened that day was his experience
If he trailed,then he became resilient
But if he thrived,he became consistent
Every successful man had his first time

Every successful man had his first time
When he trailed,
he refused to flatter-close his eyelid,
when he was feeling drowsy
He was at will and top
to lift that which the world said was heavy
Every successful man had his first time

Every successful man had his first time
When he thrived,
he refused to sigh
Until he inhaled the last air
he refused to smile
Until he felt the last tear drop
Every successful man had his first time

What then is success?
Success is how the beneficiary defines it
Success is the ability to revisit
Success is the willingness to conquer that which is conquered
Success is the zeal to awaken that which is dead
Success is the courage to say never
Success is the stamina to stay forever
Success is the patience to await regardless
Success is the readiness to climb the impossible stairs
Success is you and I
Success depends on how high we can fly
Success depends on how best you can try
Success is what we deserve before we die

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |
On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

i’m lost.

wandering my mind, hollow now.

secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys.

each step leaves an imprint behind,

dust settling into the crevices left by my toes.

the world empty,

immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges.

peace swept away,

pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood.

oxygen dissipates,

I try hard,

harder to breathe.

but all that is left to soothe my lungs

is the empty, grey air,

void of the warmth of shared space

sometimes I sneak away

to send a fluid rush to my veins,

entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy.

alone, I bathe in my secrecy,

cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.

Copyright © Morgan Tate | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatern |

The crowd cheers for another song,
But the singer was too tired.
The ushers said to move along
Just as the band all retired.

I fantasized I was on stage.
The crowd cheers for another song.
I sang of love, revenge, and rage
And overwhelmed the cheering throng.

I dreamed to write and play each song;
Infusing each one with passion.
The crowd cheers for another song
From the headlining attraction.

Someday my crowds will call for more.
I’ll keep writing song after song,
So following each encore,
The crowd cheers for another song.

Encore (MJH 20140512)

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

How many nights awake as thoughts tumble so fast from the heavens that sense just needs to
be made?
Grab the pad always nearby, for when the rains come
and pour your heart out with them.
It’s understated to say inspired,
conversations with clouds,
allowed and understood.
Good. When that thunder rolls you know that flash is going to illuminate a lot.
All you’ve got
is a few minutes to get that down, a word a code a sign.
To remind your mind again.
It’s like that for all of us, but we,
we who have learned to pay attention,
not to mention
that we like it,
we listen. That’s all it is.
Nothing mystic
or fatalistic in it.
We like to dance naked in the rain.
And let that rain wash right through us.
We’re not afraid of lightning, we know it comes from the Earth.
And we’re rooted there. Deep.
So keep
your judgments to yourself about what’s right.
There ain’t no St. Peter checking for baptismal certificates at the Pearly Gate.
And Fate
can be re-written any time by intent.
Well meant
wishes sent to you do good and keep you strong.
So that rain of inspiration won’t burn you up, keep you watered long
After you’ve apologized.
So we let it through in verse, in muse, in story disguised
As truth. Star seedings through us all
Watching as seeds fall
And sprout in the rain
on Earth.

Copyright © Krow Fischer | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
Sing meaning through words 
Sing music through songs
Join us strolling, soaring on the wings of musical strings
While enabling our souls refined to delve deep
As we become liberated with vibrations from within
Doors shall open room for truth to pave way 
In accordance to the sum total of choices that some might have made(have to make)
Metal waves will sing our choruses in response to what we have done
And clanging cymbals will render in one accord
Leaving time and age to a consensus on which is right
Through the glorious asunder divine of that heavenly height
Our thoughts with be inspired with words towards the sight
That blurs our visions with missions of star lights…

"Poetry is the description of an image reverberating with colors and sounds"

"Life is continuous in poetry"

Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Oh winging Heart on a mission
to the edge of forever,
speed to the beloved with a message of Love.

We look in a different way,
with the Heart do we see,
and in that wondrous seeing,
is the feeling of awes majesty!

Yeah, that's the way to overcome
the 'thought police' inside the head;
doubt is the Heart killer
and so with this pen,
we’ll write our Hearts out again and again,
and if they judge the words we say,
to dash our Dreams in any way,
then we'll write even more to soothe the Soul
for the writing life is our Loving goal!

This triumph of Love carried to our pen
where in our written words Love lives again ...

A writer writes and never stops writing
and rewrites and writes again and again ...
and he never stops writing except to Dream,
perhaps to reach for that Star in that Star crowded Sky
and bring that Star to the end of his Pen
and write like plasma all over again ...

Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2007

Details | Acrostic |
Slip into the pool of season
Lose yourself in indecision
I'll shake your hand for this very reason
Purity sparks ignite...

For as much as you dissolve me
Abalone shine to guide me
Love the wind through your words tonight
Love the fall and gauge...

Swim like mad through the raging waters
Wishes liquid spiral daughter
I tread soft in the silky shallows
Moon shine - we're all star dust...

Choose my moment,  lose my spirit
Reasoning you'll tread to hear it
Every gulp of salty water
Amounts to my own birth
Tip of your tongue lights the night's blue eye
Each of your words a heaving star bite

Match me in stride and we'll swim 'till sunlight
Enter the current and ride...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |
You're going to be a dead star 
With no life to celebrate 
A self-celebrated saint 
A self contorted brilliant 
Man, who wrote and sought, 
The best he can. 

You're going to be a dead star 
Writing to future generation 
Fair warning theme of repeated 
Tragedies and reoccurring events 
You're going to be a dead star 
A self-distorted brilliant master 
Mind, a dumbfounded, contorted 
Wisdom of word for boredom 

You're going to be a dead star 
Speaking of parables and double standards 
Life lessons and overestimation 
Qualifications and parallels 
They are going to marvel 
At your verse of 
Of fountains 
For lack of better words 

Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Narrative |

I pusillanimity on this winters tonight 
while I watch the fallen star fall from far
as the night air swiftly moves along my skin
while the fallen star slides down from the sky
Oh, how it cough my eye
It reminds me of my pains 
that makes me feel I'm going insane
while this old world has seem 
to have forgotten my name
but I don't hold no one to blame
only  he who onced loved me
somewhere in the back of his brain
he will never forget what we once had
But tonight cynically he has
I won't be offended
He is the one who confined me in this mess
I always knew that the day would come
where love wasn't enough to make him stay
you are now a misogynist that loves to give pain
you told me it's not possible for you to love
but you could participant in darkness
there is no way we could ever end this fight
for who is wrong or right
Oh, fallen star you become the martyrdom of me
where those old memories keep distress
where i'm crown with thorns of a nightmare
His words still cut's very deep within my heart
But nothing is illogical 
just like you falling stars rushing over head of the sea
I feel we had a bound to burn out
while this ancient world turns another page
But in darken dreams time keeps lingering.

Poetic Judy Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |
Yes, I am an addict and this I can't deny.
I love the things that feel good and one is getting high.

Although, I'm in remission on guard is where I stay.
Like a soldier in the field I'm dodging bullets every day.

I can drink enormous quantities and still my words don't slur.
I thought I had a special gift of strength like Supergirl.

I use to pop the pills, oh yes, they are my drug of choice.
They landed me in rehab and in there you have no voice.

I loved the roaring of the crowd, my downfall I admit.
I had this thing called stage fright which made it very hard to quit.

There was no shortage of those things that calmed the silent rage.
My many "friends" were there to ensure I made it to the stage.

An extrovert was my mask and an introvert inside.
So I sold my words to others and I kept them well supplied.

I admit it was fun for a while, but the circle was the same.
I had to make a choice of life or death and left the game.

I could brag and tell you who I am, but I can't you see.
Yes, I would be noticed but it wouldn't be for me.

This does not apply to everyone, believe me I know that.
Just those with bad intentions there to make their wallets fat.

I have gone a different route, another path another door.
I have found out who I am and what I am here for.

It will be about a year and I'll be more than glad to share.
A Children's book will be on the shelf with a different style and flare.

This is not a reflection on those who have shared their poetry with me and were 
kind enough to respond to mine.

Copyright © Astrid Ivy Gibbs | Year Posted 2008

Details | Terzanelle |
Twilight slowly arrives with quiet sadness from afar
I look up at the sky and ask, why, why, why?
People caring less, but together we are all a shining star

Stomping on other’s feelings, is an outcry
With respect fading behind lines that are blurred
I look up at the sky and ask, why, why, why?

The birds have gone silent, there is not a word
As if they flew from an aura of sadness, on the hill
With respect fading behind lines that are blurred

Nature speaks to me kindly, maybe people will 
Let's take flight and fly together with all our might
As if they flew from an aura of sadness, on the hill

Encouragement matters to us in all levels of flight
We walk our own paths, but these open skies we share
Let’s take flight and fly together with all of our might

We can learn to fly, migrate together with special care
Twilight slowly arrives with quiet sadness from afar
We walk our own paths, but these open skies we share
People caring less, but together we are all a shining star

Heidi Sands 


Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Fallen Stars / Forgotten Dreams.

Who are you to come to me?
To tell me that it's me you see,
Just laying down there in the street,
Upon the cold hard floor of defeat.

The freedom you see in me, is a memory of a forgotten dream,
Of all the things, you never did.
You tried to become just like me,
But we both know that can never be.

So wish away your every dream
And no longer wish you could be, just like me.
The star that you used to wish upon;
The fallen star, who used to sing your favorite song.

The one who got, what was on your mind;
The one who keeps writing the words, you simply can't find.
Those words that get stuck, upon your silver tongue;
The one who clearly, is good enough

(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The sky filled with a dark haze
As I continue to star gaze

Feeling the pulse within my heart raise
While animals inside of a park graze

Does being smart pay?
Or does it only go part way?

Intending to not be bothered
Where the horizon is even broader
I ponder for even longer
Beside the water
Before my mind begins to wander
Over yonder
Towards subjects with an impact that is stronger
Before the opportunity is squandered
I continue onward
And make sure those that passed are honored

By: Dalton Ogletree

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |
Lights shine as life breathes
Energy extends in movements and sounds constantly colliding-intertwining-vibrating, making
Melodious vibes now in display, disperse, spread and descend from across renewing ancient skies
In flashes of down pouring visions present in the sounds of sanity
Star lights of fissions disperse regularly with rainbow intuitions
Sounds become clearer recurring regularly like memorial re-unions
Scenarios of dreams revisit hollow grounds to deposit, fill, seal
The beginning of a new dawn has finally arrived
Now they are saying good bye to war, hatred, lies 
Isn’t it beautiful that they are free from every form of dismay?
The sweet scenting melodies have taken flight from heights and have finally returned their essence with meaning-colors
They have come to settle and play today
Victory from on high is readily displayed
Indeed the beauty of sorrow is the lesson learned
In the end they made it with the victory earned
As they are sure tomorrow returns to them the freshest perfume of the dew
And the signal will be perceived soon in unique scent of the rain
That finally love has forever come to stay………

Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010

Details | Blank verse |
Each inspiration, a different star point
tenderly dipped in leaded glass 
and allowed to dry.
Star skins unmolded birth devotion,
breed insurrection,
and are extremely edible 
(though they never pass through you)
They go down sharp and imbed themselves
into your throat, your lungs, your very being.
Each point of inspiration a delicacy,
a mood swing in transit,
a feast.
Spread me this feast in a famine, 
starving of long burnt out star shine and glass
I am filled up at each point of abandon,
glowing white heat and still spinning...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |
As I walk along the beach,
You seem so out of reach.
Maybe it’s the way you shine
That tells me you’ll never be mine.
Your beauty will never fade.
That’s just the way you were made.
I only get to see you at night
When, from above, you shine so bright.
Long after I’m dead and gone
Your light will continue to shine on.
For you, my life is the blink of an eye.
For me, you will forever be in the sky.
So, no matter where you are
Whether very near or very far,
You will always be my shining star.

Copyright © Philip Scheidel | Year Posted 2017