Best On Writing And Wordspoets Poems
A Mountain forever
stands over me,
holding a treasure
she wont set free
Deep in her heart
beats a flame,
the organ of life
pumps into veins
Boating the breeze
blowing through caves,
passing the bones
of work weary slaves
Working a trail
through darkness
and fright,
playing her game,
long into night
The treasure I seek
isn’t of gold,
not of this world,
and nothing you’ll hold
This precious gift
I seek to find,
a poets heart
that flows divine
Seeking forever
in this poets hand,
I’ll walk to never,
as my shoes fill with sand
NEED HELP! I can't stop thinking
and I don't know what to do
the words they keep on coming
seems that they are never through.
How they grow and multiply
and fill up all my brain
which is now in overflow
and driving me insane!
I think they plan to drown me
in a poets wordy sea
need a way to slow the words
still growing inside me.
I really need some answers
and I really need them fast!
Can anybody HELP ME?
Worried how long I will last!
Trapped in a poets nightmare
knowing if they go away
I will want them back again
and for them I will pray!
Beyond the poet
A poets fluid pen
creates memories of when
A scribing of facts and fiction
Every word written from conviction
Poets are a sensitive breed
Writing clusters of precious seeds
Forever opening fertile minds
In journeys that magically unwind
They see the world and all its color
Enlarging life or making it smaller
Centuries have proven the poets worth
Wrapping words around us as our girth
Every ear enjoys music poetically sung
A universal language touches all as one
We are a budding society standing tall
Leaving legacies for the future of one and all
Carole Cookie Arnold
By Michael J Falotico
I write for people to see my life..
Some poems are on sadness, others my wife..
I found a place where around the world Poets read..
A place where I could grow and in return be another Poets feed..
A contest win is all well and fine, but to touch a soul across the pond is divine..
A soup mail from a teen saying they get my write..
It's such a joy to know I could touch anothers life..
I have spilled on these pages my ups and downs..
And also hope I could make a smile from a frown..
I'm no White Knight as the Sweetheart proclaims..
Just a man and his mistakes who now has a sharper aim..
I have traveled through anger and despair to find love and peace..
Now a gift with my pen, my life folds with no crease..
I search for that poetic parasite,
For I want him to meet a real samurai.
I've done what I could to pick a fight,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
That poet knows he can't touch my poetic skills,
So he wrote a poem about my butterfly.
I need the satisfaction of this kill,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
I'm flattered poets enjoy my rhymes,
but right now it's do or die.
For that one poet focused solely on my crimes,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
I've slammed each member of his group,
Smashing each poet like a house fly.
I'm the slamming champ on Poetrysoup,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Bob H. labeled me "King of Verse,"
But I want to hear it from this other guy.
My demonic rhymes are a curse,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Telepathically I get inside that poets head,
And the pain I cause will only intensify.
I want to bathe in his bloodshed,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
Halloween is gone but I'm still his spook.
Maybe that poet will fall over and die;
For I wanna see him drown in his own puke.
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
I got the wind to my back,
My head is held high.
I await for that poet to attack,
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky!
*Wrote strickly for Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest;) that
The first time I placed a poem
For other poets to critique,
I did so with trepidation,
As I felt my knees go weak.
I feared they would think it childish,
Quite old fashioned, a bit crude,
Unaware that well run forums
Insist comments be not rude.
I posted it and then I left
Without looking back that day.
I was so afraid of what I'd find
When the poets had their say.
When I found the nerve to look again,
My poem was waiting there,
With comments and with compliments
All extremely kind and fair.
My first poem having survived it,
Gave me confidence to dare
To enter others on the web.
Today they are everywhere.
I've had some minor triumphs,
Won some contests, made new friends.
That first poem has now spawned thousands
And that first thrill never ends.
placed 2nd in First Time contest