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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 will I 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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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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Satisfying founts of passions, a celebration remains unattainable
Like admiring the unreachable, possession remains unattainable.

Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As pleasure of the mind its satisfaction remains unattainable.

Passion and reason within a soul, harmony far to reach
Ever refining a beautiful soul, perfection remains unattainable.

Poetry, language of uncontrollable words, a wonder to uncover
Soaring imagination, the destination remains unattainable.

Beauty, a value of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction remains unattainable.

Love, that’s Life in motion, the soul rebirth and growth
Occupying all Love chambers, a dimension remains unattainable.

Nature speaks to silent hearts and feeds restful souls
Walking on Nature’s path, the last station remains unattainable.

In the temple of Light, one Besma raises passionate a sight
Abiding in blessedness, her plea of emotion remains attainable.

September 14th, 2018

Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018

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A repost of “Unattainable” with special thanks, sincere recognition and due veneration to our fellow poet and friend, Pashang Salehi, for his constructive critique.. valuable remarks.. precious time devoted to my humble work to let it meet the form of Ghazal.


Meeting passion founts, elation unattainable
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.

Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.

Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.

Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.

Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.

Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and growth
Winning love chambers, dimensions unattainable.

Nature speaks to the silent heart and feeds restful souls
Walking Nature’s path,  direction unattainable.

In the temple of Light, one Besma raises a sight
Abiding in blessedness, detection  unattainable.

Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2018

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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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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

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Inside The Mirror

                       Inside The Mirror 

Mirrors are the biggest liars in our world,
   You don’t want to look them, when you are old.
I will break everyone, they show an old man, 
   The man that was full of youth, as some have told. 
Can you see what was there? Now all it is gone.
   There is no more fire in life, it’s just cold.
Tell me what do you see when you look at me?
   A pile of rust that was once as good as gold.
I wish my mirror is showing what it was,
   Now is too late and I’m too old to behold.
What is this life that you don’t know, who you are?
   Until you wanted more, when gone and it’s sold.
I sold my youth for what, some bricks and now pain,
   Tell me “Haloo” how this journey, will unfold.  


The Painting is called Inside the Mirror or reflections. It is acrylic on canvas.
This Poem is in the form of Ghazal without refrain with 11 syllables in each line. The rhyming of Ghazal is always aA, bA, cA, dA, eA etc. 

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2018

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Sour Fantasy

             Sour Fantasy…

I saw you there passing by.
   Walking graceful, kind of shy.
Body gorgeous angel face,
   Hair was so long, dim the sky.
Breasts like lemons marble legs,
   Rosy lips with tender thigh.
Looked at me with eyes so blue,
   Blue like ocean, my my my.
Words failed me to make a sound,
   I called you with yearning sigh.
I was silent, you disgust,
   You ignored me, I asked why.
You told me that I am mad,
   All I have to do is, try.
I am old or maybe drunk,
   I can at least dream to fly.
Let my fingers touch your skin,
   Kiss your valleys mountain high.
I am in love with my love,
   Even though, she thinks is, lie. 
Love that hurts will never pass,
   Cross my heart and hope to die.
Haloo, go to sleep, is late.
   She is gone, just say goodbye.

8/12/18 Haloo

Note: This poem is a short form in "ghazal" 7 syllables.  The rhyming in Ghazal ends with AA bA cA dA eA etc. It comes in two different forms with and without refrain. (Poetrysoup has a great explanation for this form of poetry).

Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2018

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Under Temptation

Like shakespear i could never prose
Nor shall i Romantic poetry compose
But versing just abcs in childlike way
Openheartedly can i speak rightaway

The flame within,for poetry burning still
Fostering hearfelt desires, a pain to heal
An unsatisfied ghoulish need to feed
Beside a lover and poet's signal to heed

Yet, a muse devoted to God rejects love
Rejects any temptation not sent from above
Wrapped in mystery peeping thru a smile
Scratching my desires, while after while

Running out of time, unable to endure
The burden loaded more, lost is the cure
While poetry is messenger in between
Blow out your desire, let love be seen

Copyright © Poetic Flame | Year Posted 2018

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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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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 © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2016

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An Angel

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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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.

8:20 am
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010

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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

12 Syllables per line as checked with ""

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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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 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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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 © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016

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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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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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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

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Copyright © Pashang Salehi | 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.


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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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