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The New Poet

~Life Support~

Welcome New Poet To Poetry Soup, 
I offer you a warm smile, in hopes you come back another day.
From the moment I spot your name on the new poet list,
I roll out the welcome mat, in hopes you will stay
I am not  afraid of you, I will approach you to say hello
I will Annoy you until you stop by and say "YELL-OW!" 
Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
Don't be intimidated by The Poet Destroyer's name,
I'm sweet looking like a lollipop and fun like a kitten
"Warning!" Don't get too close or you'll be smitten, 
You can choose to adore or instigate petitions of envy
When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee

It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly  
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter 
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game, 
I give, I love, I treat everyone the same

Unwind, Enjoy all the Xoolness coming to your direction
Inspiration, Contest, Friendly Poets, Poems, and Dedications
I am not a mentor, I'm not a preacher advocating the perfect poem
I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car

Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
I call it, Love From PD, enjoying the community 
With a simple hello, and peace out spree
CONGRATULATIONS, to all who made it through the years
Ain't nobody here worth more than you and your poetry
Take this time, and introduce yourself my new friend
Remember New Poet:
If it weren't for you, this place would be 2005 all over again

Always & Forever 
Age Of Poet Destroyer

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

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- Let Go -

A glowing sunset
My summer dreams,
reached the point of parting tears
With silent song from heart
A sigh, let go of all the feeling
In the breeze:
A goodbye ... and one hello

Autumn is coming quietly
A sense of melancholy
The light is different
and the air sharper

Melody's cradle
Heaven clear light blue like an Aquamarine
The goddess of love
A starry sky full of divine power
Life is so valuable ...
must each day be blessed

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

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Hello, January, We Need To Talk

I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
Hello, January,
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
Ah, snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?

Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2014

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               I’m reaching            out to you
         With my warmest          hugs, I say hello
         I hope and pray, you    are doing extra well
    Amidst all joys of life and good health you dwell.
  ‘Though joyful heart sometimes turns upside down
           And we’re despondent, no smile but frown
            Let’s conjure, consult our creative hands
                     To cheer us through arts until 
                       our mind be indulged in its   

June 25,2016 9.05pm
Copyright2016 Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2016

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Linda-Marie, my sweet family

Forever my BFF

Your heart
Your smiles
You cared, when others wouldn't 

You are one of a kind,
No one here will ever come close, to the beauty from your heart
Linda my bff, I miss you, and I wish you were here
You made this place a better place
You made this place shine

One day my friend, I will see you and again, 
In a place, where you are the Angel
Welcoming me' for a second time, 
Holding the door to another home, as you did here on the soup.

I love you my BFF Linda-Marie.


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

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Good Bye, My Love Part I and Hello, My Love Part II

Your Own Favorite Poem Contest Sponsor: Carol Eastman "GOOD BYE, MY LOVE" Part I Written: December 14, 2015 After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms, you were this woman who left by choice, all natural decisions made from a place of despair, darkness consumed you as you fell into an addiction with expressions of deep sorrow and remorse... step by step by step... taking steps... foot by foot by foot, slower than a run, yet faster than a turtle, closer and closer towards your oblivion... Into mysterious unconsciousness, I whispered... "Goodbye, my love," you walked away... After the spring but before the leaves, I found you drained of energy, completely exhausted into nothingness, and through it all, you still loved me... seems like yesterday we walked side by side, gentle breeze... You need not ask for forgiveness, sweetheart, it has been granted long ago, and before you were gone, I already whispered, “Goodbye, my love", as you walked away... After the sun but before the rain, You tore out the pages from your favorite book, You wrote it at such a tender age, Too young to understand, yet too old to make believe, big brown eyes, wearing a ball cap on your head, smiling while hiding and running while crying... I couldn't handle this defeated hopelessness you wore on your sleeves, patches sewn on to cover up the burn holes... I sit at your grave once again, no tears, no laughter no guilt... I stood up and whispered.. “Good bye, my love", as I walked away... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "HELLO, MY LOVE" Part II Date Written: February 29, 2016 After the hot sunshine, but before the icicles started reflecting prisms of rainbows, I was this woman in poor health. I spent days, weeks and months lying in that cold hospital bed. That musty room smelled like disease and loss. After time passed I was ready to fly above. My husband kept his promise to allow me to die with in the comfort of my home. My choice... When I first got the news that I had lupus, my ears got quiet, yet my mind screamed in fear. So, there I was battling this deadly disease. I had been sleeping for three days, hooked up to an IV of pain medicine to keep me comfortable. Once I heard my daughter say, “it's ok mommy, you can let go now, I will always love you”, my left eye opened with a tiny tear falling down my cheek. I knew it was time. I walked into the light and there I saw her. my sweet sister. She wore smiles gleaming and our hearts immediately connected, melting together like wax from a candle. All the terrible memories I had surrounding her death had vanished. All I could see was her big doe shaped brown eyes, staring at me in amazement. There in sweet heavenly bliss I whispered... “Hello, my love,” as I walked her way.... After blue clouds but before the kingdom, she was absolutely glowing in luminescence. I had waited five years for this exact moment. She took my hand and we walked through the garden with trellises of roses and to the left were bright colored lily's. Her favorite flower. For her, there was no more smiling while hiding and running while crying. Her defeated hopelessness turned into a promising and auspicious reality. For myself, there would be no more heavy breathing and muscle aches with terrible pain. Holding hands she led me to the golden kingdom. It actually did have white pearly gates! She walked ahead and turned around to me with excitement saying, “now is the time to follow me, dear sister.” Taken aback by the glorious light, I whispered... “Hello, my love,” as I walked her way... Written By: Laura Loo Date Written: February 26, 2016

Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016

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- Vibrant Intelligence -

The earth has its secrets, we are curious

Being curious is a strong motivational force 

for learning something new

The children ask straight from the heart

because they wonder about life and the world

There are many examples of curiosity - use it sensibly

Questions and answers - a sign of a vibrant intelligence

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Of The Day: 11.01.2018

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2018

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If there is life on Mars they won't want us.
That's because we're so corrupt.
Even mice on Mars would have more sense.
Than we on Earth who are so dense.

If they see us coming, they'll get their guns.
Blast us to pieces, have their fun.
No planet would accept we silly fools.
After decimating, desecrating, leaving pools.

Of blood and bodies on our wasted land.
Earth's survival did not go to plan.
Move over Mars, we're wading in.
To pillage, plunder and commit sin.

Against all living things that breathe.
That may support us, if you please.
So dumb and dimwitted earthlings be
They eat you whole, just for their tea.

Put up a STOP sign, warn them well.
Then empty all your nuclear shells.
If there's life on Mars, they won't want to die.
So, so long earthlings...adieu...goodbye.

Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016

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My Facebook Friends

My Facebook friends,
They are those I describe as universal family.
For, some bring inspiration to what I write
As they motivate what I do daily,
The good ones are like the sugary sprite.

My Facebook friends,
Show concern to what’s on your mind status.
That’s due to their responsible commentary
It determines the vital point of focus,
Obviously, that becomes secondary.

My Facebook friends,
Mostly, live in their countries of the continent.
But, they’re often seen on the social media
Some don’t have enough but they’re content,
I guess, they do like to read as well the Wikipedia.

My Facebook friends,
Bring to bear, some life’s emotions.
In view of what I read on their page-wall
It may be due to some hurts and frustrations,
However, the religious ones make firm decision not to fall.

My Facebook friends,
Make options to block and remove.
Thus, those they later describe as predator
Above all, there are those to share love,
When it comes to the ones they closely monitor.

My Facebook friends,
Have what it takes when it comes to support.
Therefore, the essence of this global village
Some get involve and engage in terms of good report,
With gender equality and positive mindset we can manage.

Copyright © Ike Boat | Year Posted 2017

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From Hello to Goodbye

Life's full of phrases
And life's full of words
But few mean as much
As these two little words

Both can make a heart smile
Or leave you drowning in tears
Its what happens between them
That's not always clear

The first one is the beginning
With the last one we cry
It depends on the between
From hello to goodbye

From hello to goodbye
Can be such a short time
Like a precious child taken
Too early in life

It can hide many mysteries
Or it can all be a lie
Its what happens between them
From hello to goodbye

You can't sum it all up
With just a sentence or two
Cause the important part
Is how it concludes

Each chapter that's written
Leading up to the end
Reflects on the first line
Back to where it began

From hello to goodbye
Is the circle of life
If you ponder on it
It can make you think twice

We were all given free will
To live as we please
So make the most of it all, enjoy every fall
And shoot for your dreams

From hello to goodbye.....

Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017

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Call me in the morning

Preferably 3am

When the world is quiet, your mind cloudy

Your soul is a double agent

He hijacks your body

He tells me all of the secrets you collected that day

Wispy memories float across space

Dreams are classified, he broke the code

For just a moment, he is my hero

He grips the phone tighter

You mustn't awake

He talks for hours until the sky turns gray

Classified information exist, he insists

I write it all down in the book of my mind

We will meet again, he informs

Preferably in the morning 3am

Copyright © Audrey Poore | Year Posted 2016

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Embracing with thy heavenly father


Embracing with thy Heavenly Father, there's no better feeling, feeling that warm, soft, hold in a sisters arms, 
Embracing with Thy Heavenly Father,  only a true sister, child of God would understand, no words needed, just two spirits joined together in His Holy name,  no two people are ever the same.

Having a dear friend, care about you, with asking nothing in return, time stands still, for life is beautiful again, pray, He is listening, speak, HE is there, He made you for this very reason....

Embracing With Thy Heavenly Father, where ever two or three are gathered, There I will be, it's o.k to let go, for I see your tears softly falling, It's my Spirit filling your Heart, fear not, for I will Never Depart...

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2016

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A brief message

                  "After the tone, please leave a brief message."

                   Hello?…..Bob?…Are you there?
                   This is Charlie, and all mine have a tear.
                   Call me back and we`ll talk underwear…


Copyright © Charlie Knowlton | Year Posted 2018

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A tale of a friend

Every day when my eyes feel full,
Comes a moment lost in between,
I have every reason to lash out,
But holding me back is my friend.

She keeps fighting like a hero,
She does all by herself,
She is stubborn, 
She is my best friend.

Like the rain, she brings me hope,
Like the rain, she brings me pain,
Waters drenching me all over,
Wet and cold.

But where there is rain, 
There is sunshine waiting,
Rainbow comes in waves,
She brings all that with caring,

Can a woman be so bold,
Can anyone face the world head on,
People I know fail like anyone,
I know not much, her strength I do,

She believes she is all alone,
No one understands her pain,
If she would just look up,
I’m waiting for her in the rain,

Times fly by, they do much more,
If I could stop time, I’ll do it for her,
If she wants lonetime, I’ll wrench it for her,
If she craves happiness, I burn the world!

Nowadays I feel happy,
Looking back my memories,
Soon all will be gone,
But remain standing my best friend.

Copyright © Aniket Narain | Year Posted 2017

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Gray Man

His hair is gray, his face is gray, his demeanor is gray.
His pants are gray. His jacket is gray.
He sits on my slow-down-corner a lot in his gray hoodie.
His sign says ‘hungry’; after a few weeks, the sign is gray also.
I drive by him every morning irritated that he sits there, with
That sign and that shopping cart.  I feel irritated instead of grateful.
I feel miffed instead of sorry for gray man.
Gray man sits on this corner for weeks.
It is getting a little bit colder.  I wonder if he is homeless
Or just trying to fool us. Does he have a truck parked around the
corner? He has a dog with him today, a black dog who looks as
drab as gray man’s dingy clothes and un-soft-looking gray hoodie.
Gray man looks up to see if I recognize him but I drive past, without making
eye contact, afraid of his situation, afraid of his begging ways.
Feeling annoyed and angry instead of recognizing my fear and feeling compassionate
And helpful. 
God introduces me to His Son when I get to heaven; but I do not recognize Him for I never made eye contact, remember?

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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Not Again

When I first met you girl
My heart skipped a beat
I was so sprung
I was down to massaging your feet
But if you try to play me
Not only will I flip
I will come back to reclaim the beat
That my heart skipped.

Copyright © Tyanna Thompson | Year Posted 2016

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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don't be afraid

I live to please you, 
I live to see the best in you
You and I are the best match
Havens have open mountains
Heavy rains ought to end us
But don’t be afraid

I have created tents to keep you safe
The safest place for you is in my heart
Where only my thoughts and blood play
My blood oozes with oxygen and love
Don’t be afraid this love is forever

I have devoted all my love to you
The clouds have surrendered its beauty for us
This is all for you
So don’t be afraid

This is the love that children will fantasizes 
This is the love that you wished for
Your wishes have come true

Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014

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She's Gone For The Day

You could see the look in her eyes                  
why'd you look away too soon?
Now you realize           
that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

You could  read her life in her eyes
why'd you look away too soon?
Now you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Time how it flies! How it flies!      
She was gone, before you realized!

You could have the love in her eyes 
But you look away too soon
Then you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Time slips away, slips away.
She'll be gone before you think of anything to say.

You could have the love in her eyes 
But you look away too soon
Then you realize that she's gone for the day
and before you could say something to her.

Yeh she's gone for the day 
and before you could say something to her.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2014

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I'm Home

Listen to poem:
Pointed white ears - distorted
Through a window pane,
Twitch to the sound of
Footsteps on the walk way.

They wait - still as twin statues
Carved in alabaster.

Then - eye contact
Through a glistening glass.

Not a muscle moves, not a sound!

Key into the doorway of their world
Turns swiftly,
Its companions jingling impatiently.
Click, click -  then,
Nails - tough as nails,
Rake the back side of my front door.
Stir up the cooling embers of my heart.

Enter now into utter frenzy
Served up nightly.
A raucous welcome home party.

Whining, whirling, dancing, twirling.
Extreme tail misbehavior!

Running, jumping, licking, barking,

I'm Home!

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

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Please Help Me, Re-lyric

Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.
You're just so damn sexy,
That's why I'm hittin' on you.
You don't have to love me,
Some good sex will do.
Please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You.

Yes, you turned me on
When I saw you walk in...
The face of an Angel,
A body just made for Sin.
Now, I may be real horny,
But one thing is true:
What would satisfy me, Girl
Would be to satisfy You.

So please help me, I've fallen
In Lust with You; 
And I hope that you're fallin'
In Lust with me too;
But if not, then please fake it,
Please don't leave me "blue"...
Please help me, I've fallen
In  Lust  with  You.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

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He said, I said

How the housefly gets attracted to organic decay and an infant child traces the voice of its mother are nothing compared to the intense attraction Michelle and I possess on the guy owning not a strand of hair on his head but is in command of all forms of feminine arousal Our weakness was too glaring; our lust, too embarrassing the chance to act rare and expensive we've lost. All we've got is to dance to the tune of his authority as he smiled and consented to our 'not so hidden' desires. Now, he walks straight at us his every step, an additional load on me I seem to carry the entire solar system on my chest. My heartbeat, pulsations and breath are as loud as a live rock band "I've never seen you here is this your first time?"......... He said "Yeah, actually!".................. I said. My friend and I responded simultaneously our answers gushing out like a group of running horses, mine seem to carry more weight as it tames any challenge from hers. "So, how did two love Angels fall in such an unworthy place as this?"......... He said "How unworthy?"........................................... I Said. I've championed the game of words and emotions and just as what inevitably defines the day is sunlight so is my testament. Michelle showed glimpse of disapproval to my replies but my exclamation of her name gave adequate caution. "yes, this place is unworthy, because I need to pass through seven Oceans and seven hills to see someone like you"........... He said. "Then you'll never find me there. I'm not a specie going extinct." ............................ I Said. The gods of luck have smiled on the Lions once again in preference to other cats. The father of favour, shaking hands with the Eagle while by-passing the other birds. This is my exact situation as jealousy builds a castle in my friend's heart. "So, what's your name, sweet damsel?"...... He said. "Anna"........................................................ I said. This is a familiar routine, his plan is as detectable and as obvious as watered grass but letting it turn green is what I must not allow so that the security of my reputation is not compromised. "Anna is a lovely name, do you like poker?"........ He said. "No, I don't!"........... I said. The looks of my friend, spoke 'awe' mine replied in aggression then she flowed in complete understanding on its message on not acting cheap especially to the one we've shown so much likeness. "So what do you like?".......................He said. "Going out to the Cinema or the beach or engaging in salsa".......................... I said. Already scoring goals and dominating the game, I felt my opponent was completely toothless and flattened. But playing along is my aim to make him beg on his knees which adds to my fame. "Can we try any of those sooner?"......................... He said. "How do you mean?"............................................... I said. Another punch brings about another shield and sometimes a strong defence feels more fulfilling than a heavy attack. "Let's go out to the movies this night"............. He said. "I'm busy tonight!"........................................... I said. It feels like punishment to him but he takes it like a challenge and this keeps me far from winning. Being on top is my birth right and a step lower is deemed a sacrilege. "What about going to the beach this weekend?".................. He said "I'll be out of town"................................................................. I said. Persistence could be rewarding but my protective walls are just too thick for any form of penetration; too high for any form of infiltration and too deep for any form of condemnation. "Then, when would you be free to teach me Salsa?"............................ He said. "I'm not stable, neither can I determine my free time"..................... I said. The game of attack and defense is never absolute as the attacker may fall victim of a rare counter attack or the defender, gets wary of his defense with no chance to pull an offensive string. Either, ending up as the vanquish despite the brilliant strategies being set up. "Michelle, are you also unstable like Anna?"...... He said "What!"............................................................... I said. Envy plans on a historic transfer while my friend poised not an aota of difficulty and this makes me extremely furious. She was just at the corner waiting for this opportunity and even before it avails itself, she snatches it into her well guided belongings. Looking at both in confusion and disappointment; they share contacts and crack jokes. "I'll give you a call this evening".................. He said Nothing I said because now, Michelle is running the show.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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Find a good phone for me,

Only two rings!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

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Sound of Colors

I woke up to the sound of colors
from a misty dream 

heard the blue bells ringing
and a trombone playing the cream

a pink rhapsody kissed my lips 
as the sun climbed into our bed

whispering a love song 
in yellow, orange, and red.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

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Vous pouvez sentir l’amour
petite fleur

Je me sens quand nous nous
et quand nous nous


Pour moi,
juste l’odeur de vous cheveux
mon amour pour toi


*Pour la fille Francaise

Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015