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I Write Poetry

I play with words, but I’m not sure why I write poetry. One day I just felt the need to try! I write poetry! It fills my heart with such delight. Oh, could I ever stop? Can you keep the sparrow from the sky? I write poetry. With pen in hand, I wait to hear the whispers of my muse. Soon enough, the verses multiply! I write poetry. At times the words come over-flowing; but sometimes a phrase flits as if it were a butterfly. I write poetry. I strive to capture flutter-words! They are so beautiful. Amazed am I when I can’t deny I write poetry! I’ll see a sunset, taste first snow, or smell a ruby rose. Mother Nature I must glorify; I write poetry. A poetess I call for myself as one who loves sweet rhythm. God willing, may I say till I die - I write poetry. For Julie Rodeheaver's 'What inspires you to write poetry' Poetry Contest Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Waiting to be free

             Waiting to be free

I am dying, but not like anybody who died.
     I am living, but in the rainbow I do reside. 
How much longer I will go until secrets unveil?
     My mind cannot comprehend but my heart will decide.
My problems are too simple, my remedy complex;
     Love is my medicine, which I have identified.
Destination is unknown; the journey is too short,
     My vehicle is broken, our driver is mystified. 
My body is a cage, my soul is shackled inside. 
     Speak not of troubles, my pain will be justified.
The door is half open; I can see the ray of love, 
     My heart will take over until we’re all unified.
Tomorrow, I will fly with swallows, they know the path.
     Who can you trust “Haloo”? There is no one to confide.

March 1st 2016   Haloo


I dedicate this poem to Daniel Turner, for all his love and friendship. 


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016



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IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear are gone His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven, always green" Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk, he spinning me round and round in the carpet of golds and green Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs, He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green... _________________________________________________________________ 8:40 pm , April 24, 2015


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Sometimes in relationships

Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.

Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.


Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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Angels

An Angel

Lonesome in the black of night, I think of you, an angel,
there in a river of moonlight. Oh, to view an angel!

A cameo against the dark, face seen just in profile,
its texture gossamer; I'd gasp, then pursue an angel.

Would you come If I hung in the balance of life and death?
Come to me like those of whom there are so few, an angel!

I dream of you; a shelter you would be, to take me in.
You alone could lift me, dispel my gloom, you, an angel.

Here I am, mere Earth Girl, rooted by rationality,
longing for one glimpse of what I never knew - an angel.


April 18, 2010


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Life is a Journey

 
Why do sad tears come to me at night? Life is a journey, is that my beloved in the light? Life is a journey. Oh, turn back the pages of the tangled path I have lived, from a small girl it has been a fight! Life is a journey. In dreams I see the beautiful faces of the long dead, I should be scared as it is a fright! Life is a journey. Come, my ghosts whisper soft to me, your lips we want to kiss, when I try to hold them- they take flight! Life is a journey. Down a long winding road I bring red roses for the dead, and that evening, I will sadly write! Life is a journey. I am heartbroken but I can still fly and soar up high, I can go to an amazing height! Life is a journey. _______________________ March 16, 2016 Ghazal Submitted to the contest, Your Best Rhyming Poem sponsor, John Hamilton Eighth Place ____________________________ Entered in the contest, Give Me A Ghazal Sponsor, Timothy Hicks Honorable Mention


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

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Small Gifts Quilted with Love

Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love
there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love.

Up high in deep where electric wires don't reach where night is dark
and the ridge the deepest blue of spruce hearts are still, quilted with love.

Across the table hewn from ancient apple, rubbed and oil, flat, sweet
lies a cloth that Gram made from flour sacks once filled, quilted with love.

The stream, miles off, had held a mill where wheat was yearly brung
our harvest gleaning we would bring barefoot uphill, quilted with love.

Nothing was wasted then, old clothes, became new, small bits of sacks
bought comfort, hot pots to hold, mended gifts, heart instilled, quilted with love.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

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Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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His Demise

Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.

Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.

From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.

His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.

Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.

The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.




12/30/10
8:20 am
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Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010

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Words Whisperer

You’ve swallowed my misery, 
My old self, just by a smile;
By letting me feel the mountains move, 
You’ve freed me, just by a smile;
My twisted thoughts,
Have been untangled by you, with just a smile;
I offer my body and soul to you, O my words whisperer,
You’ve whispered me a new life, just by a smile;
I offer myself to you O, Jamlaila,
You’ve made me your man, just by a smile.


Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006

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I'm Here For You


I'm Here For You


Your life has been so sad of late, I'm here for you.
Who could have guessed this grievous fate, I'm here for you.

Your husband dear, now very ill with Parkinson's.
So young, just entered 'fifty's gate', I'm here for you.

Too many months to diagnose, but now they have.
Disabled and depressed, lost weight, I'm here for you.

Our family cannot believe all this is true.
The children sad, for dad's poor state, I'm here for you.

There is no cure...a downhill trend until the end...
Just some good days we all await, I'm here for you.

Sandra, your mom, is here with love to help you through.
Good days we need to celebrate, I'm here for you.
 

Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Give Me A Ghazal
Sponsor: Timothy Hicks
Judged: 03/26/2016

12 Syllables per line as checked with "www.howmanysyllables.com"

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Our younger daughter's husband, our son-in-law, was diagnosed with early onset Parkinson's disease this past November, both motor and cognitive.  He turned 50 years old last July.  Luckily, they live close by, and we are here to help with him, our daughter and granddaughters. Very sad...

 


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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THE POINT OF NO RETURN

I tried to reason with you, but you turned your back on me Tears formed in my eyes so blue, but you turned your back on me. When I arranged to meet, you said you were working till late - Then I saw you out with Sue, but you turned your back on me. What went so wrong between us - I thought everything was fine You swore rumours were untrue, but you turned your back on me. Our son misses his daddy; he’s too young to understand I prayed each night we weren’t through, but you turned your back on me. I can’t understand why you walked out on your family Why you’ve bid us both adieu, but you turned your back on me. Syllable checked with how many syllables – 14 per line. Ghazal form H/M in original Contest which was judged in March Submitted to second chance #2 contest Sponsored by Broken Wings awarded 1st place 4/14/16 Submitted to First place only contest sponsored by Laura Loo 03~19~16


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Lavender Rain

Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain

Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain

As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain

DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain

ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.


Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

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Desiring

Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my 
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.

Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on 
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.

Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.

The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble 
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.

Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no 
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

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You Take My Breath Away

Seductive verses written with strong attraction, you take my breath away,
lingering kisses beyond Venus, loves distraction, you take my breath away.

Passionate intentions between two loving souls can last forever and a day,
you are my everything and that is only a fraction, you take my breath away.

Unleash my  desires swaying to our song, please promise to always stay,
sweep me off my feet, while we create interaction, you take my breath away.

We can create a steamy island with palm trees and become castaways,
intense devotion brought from strong satisfaction, you take my breath away.

My olive skin started glowing under the stars, there are no words to convey,
you long for the treasures in my secret contraction, you take my breath away. 

Date Written: March 16, 2016

For the contest, Second Chance II, Sponsor, Broken Wings


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Apologies to My Mother





I didn’t appreciate you enough;  I'm sorry, I didn’t know 
Difficult  times, raising us was so tough; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Little money, food in limited supply, yet you never complained
I didn’t notice  your hands were so rough; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
While working two jobs as well as keeping us all safe, fed and happy
You always seemed calm , never  harsh rebuffs; I’m sorry, I didn’t know
I don’t think you ever had  more than one dress or a new winter coat
We had more love than material stuff; I’m sorry I didn’t know
Jeanie now a mom herself and understands what it must have been like
When I speak of mother my voice gets gruff; I’m sorry, I didn’t know….



Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2016

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My Love for You Remained

My Love for You Remained

What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.

Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.

Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.

Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.

Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.

Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.

Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.

Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.

Adoration ended as my heart maintained.  
Defeat proclaimed.  But my love for you remained.



© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010

Poetic form: Ghazal


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010

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He Turned Away: A Ghazal

A Ghazal, rhyming the first line of each couplet, beginning with the 2nd.

I stand before you to beg and plead, but you turn away.
Your pride refuses to let you concede. You turn away. 

You continue to pretend that everything is alright.
I can't give you the help you need. Again, you turn away. 

You are losing the battle but I keep holding you tight. 
I love you, though you made me bleed. And still you turn away. 

I'm trying to help you by telling you that you must fight. 
Stop giving in to the habit you feed - you turn away. 

You need the will to leave the darkness and search for the light;
from evil demons you must be freed, but you turn away.

I have to leave because I can no longer bear the sight
of you killing yourself... drinking with greed.  You turn away.

Catherine lives in constant fear for her own life;  and despite
her pleas you will not take heed. She's sorry you turn away. 


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   March 21st, 2016               Ghazal Contest for Tim Hicks
   14 syllables per line: Checked with howmanysyllables.com


Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

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The Stranger

Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart

He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty

The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar  have given my thought’s idol such glares

Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound

Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role

Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.

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Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity









Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2008

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I remain

                          I remain…  

What is this cane? What is this pain? I remain.
Within my house, mirrors complain, I remain.
My spring gone by, summer was dry, and now what?
The winter cold, my life disdain, I remain.
The sounds are dim, the sight is gone, the grey hair;
Nothing feels right, crying like rain, I remain.
My nights veil fear, the end is near and so death;
Within each step a major strain, I remain.
What is this life? Suddenly changed, mere lies;
The things I loved never sustain, I remain.
My youth is gone, the thing is left is called pain.
The life of pain it’s so mundane, I remain.
Nothing seems real, bitterness reveal, and so!
What else can do? If you explain, I remain.
Tell me “Haloo” from this life what I should seek?
It’s only love that will remain, I remain.

3/16/2016 Haloo

Give me a Ghazal poetry contest
sponsored by: Timothy Hicks 


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016

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Caravan Friends

Truly, the bee hive innards hum 
Truly, the body inside gurgles 
Truly, the cave echoes the vortex 

Truly I know these sounds 
from last night 
4 cackling creatures spewed 
their saturated sayings upon 
the floor 
upon each other, upon me
the hammering of the gong 
the stampede of a thousand 
African Elephants all were 
asleep in my head before 
these 4 opened the flood gates 
of the Mind and the sudden 
rush of tidal-wave trumpets 

I had to leave, flee, rush 
walking, against stone and 
broken checkerboard spot-
lights I saw you. 

Latin King of knowledge 
and intellect came down 
the Cardio-Hill and embraced 
the darkness with refreshing 
light. Saving me from ignorant 
swine and masses of greased
filled bodies a pool of stale 
eggnog that once seemed 
white in the moonlight 
now floats dead and 
stale, a growing vile mass 
unlike its former self 

Breaking free from this 
chain of emptiness I 
went with you, oh one
from another land, took 
me to a land of distant 
memory and dreams 

That bubbling feeling of
the Reed-Flute crying 
the Baby also crying due 
to separation. It was this 
sound that rose higher then 
the rest. That sound 
propelled me to leave. The
nosey throng and join the 
party of Lovers as they 
dance. But this dancing 
does not have to be 
physical, but in the mind 
that fluid motion of 
loving mind-numbing Dance. 
created a sensation in 
my heart and soul that 
the Hernia of Pestilence 
was healed and I
could then, after exile
with the Latin King, return 
to the normal mortals 
and once again brave the 
slow Caravan's journey 
against the concrete sky.  


Copyright © Colin Amato | Year Posted 2009

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Fifty Fifty

I asked my heart
Do you love her?
He says love, help, and save her.
My mind wonders!
After all that!!
All that were fifty-fifty 
My heart replied.


Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2016

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Give me an Ghazal

Truth

You know I did my very best, but the best was not enough.
I climbed the highest mountain crest, but the best was not enough.

My aim was not so easy, since truth is not easily found,
Yet I plodded on my hard quest, but the best was not enough.

I read books, all sorts, both on philosophy or classical
Until I thought I needed rest but the best was not enough.

Plain truth was notion so elusive, a concept hard to find
I asked the eminent professed but the best was not enough.

My dear Victor, stop now this useless search on absolute truth,
As Pilate rejected truth in jest but the best was not enough.


12 March 2016


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Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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FROM THIS LAMENT



Midnight breezes echo a snuffed demise    from this lament ,
While time hangs amidst moments on pale skies from this lament.

A  lone ibis drifts on weeds reflecting my emptiness
When summer dreams grow dull through ashen eyes  from this lament...

How bitter this  grief of  a mother stripped by  innocence--
To touch   to nestle a child without cries   from this lament.

I recall laughter shared before eve’s veil wrapped my babe , cold :
Now , plush dawn gives way to angst of  goodbyes    from this lament.

And each bursting tear  stains a frock  I wear to memorize
The hour I closed life and prayed for  what’s wise   from this lament.

Till a little voice hums  like a cherub across moon’s view
Allaying glum heart    taming breath which sighs    from this lament.


Form G Contest Or Give Me An N/A   2/07/2017
Sponsor: Broken Wings
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2017

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Panacea

                                          Panacea
       
Goodbye my love, do not fear, no more pain and no more tear.
   Go my dear, no more fear, in my dream, reappear, reappear.
Wake up dear, can you hear? Wake up my love, fly like dove.
   I am here, full of tears, mommy dear, I am near.
With my two eyes, I taste your lips; panacea was all your kiss.
   To God I swear, I meet you there, go my dear, with no more fear.
Your love my world, your love my book, you're the world, I was the look,
   Your voice shall chant in my silence, I can hear, deep and clear.
Come back dear, I am in pain; I need to see, come back to me.
   Pain and darkness, night and silence, all are here, I am here.
Lonely I am, silent shadows calling your name, always the same.
   Go my dear, go to heaven, all the angels full of cheer.
Without your touch, nothing feels right, panacea! My days are night.
   My nights are long, full of fear, the thing I need, a burning spear!
Your world “Haloo” shattered with pain, tears falling, falling like rain;
   Panacea, is just a dream, I just want to disappear.

For Mom
11/7/16    Haloo


Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016