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PREMIUM MEMBER
A little thanks to the anonymous character
The one who decided to pay my premium price
Being on my way outta here
makes me say HhMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!
why? did you do such a thing
this one has my mind in rotation
knowing I had no desire or sensation
to have a star right by my name
all I can say is THANKS, THANKS, AND THANKS!
for the one who does not want me to know their name
it does not come clearly to me
whit all the wonderful Soup mails of thanks that i get
to many members run through my head
who would do such a nice jester for P.D.
adding more fun to my game, and name.
I have no passion, i have no lust
To do the things you members trust
I will give thanks once again
To you anonymous among my friends
Paying for my Premium Member price
Makes me think you want my games to really begin
Bringing a different meaning to your contest
With lots of joy and fun, to Hhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!
imagine A contest with slam,..L.O.L.
Thank you my anonymous friend,
But, this still MAY not change my plans
a letter from: P.D.
of thanks to: ANONYMOUS
Categories:
premium, thank youme, thanks, me,
Form:
Free verse
You bring the mail unfailingly
In sun and wind and rain
With cheery smile and bright “Hello"
And "Turned out nice again"
May I suggest a strategy
To brighten all our lives
Bring a million pounds from Ernie
Instead of twenty-fives!!
Categories:
premium, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve been made a ‘Premium Member', but I haven’t paid a fee
It’s a very generous gesture, I am sure you will agree
I have no idea who has paid for this – I wouldn’t know where to start
Thank you for this incredible gift, from the bottom of my heart
Jan Allison
8th March 2014
Written with tears in my eyes, but a massive grin on my face!
~ Please read about this poem ~
Categories:
premium, thank you,
Form:
Rhyme
but no monies
I spent it all on honies
sad times
Categories:
premium, betrayal, green, hate, heartbreak,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Like when Texas passes a law of if you get an abortion, you’ll get jail time and fined.
Like when a man can rape you, do no time, turn you in and collect a reward, if he is so inclined.
Like when Coldplay uses a Metaphor like line
To entertain us and try to inspire us to pass some wretched time
I just wrote this today to prove that I exist
In a world, where people are passed by every day and just to be missed
Welcome to part two of my rhymes with a little twist
Let’s go for some positivety now in a world that insist
The ego likes words like you are pretty, handsome, thin and fit
To blind the mind of not being genuine and quick with witt
Though you were always enough and needed no ones approval
For their on-going games of brutal with some jewels
If no one told you today you were always enough, deserving and loved
I think its time my soul asked for a world refund
I hate that so many people are fighting a constant battle of being comfortable in their own skin
But I completely understand especially when you have those who swear you are committing a MAN-MADE sin
Look I get your religion is sacred to you till kingdom come
But everyone deserves to feel like they have a place in this world and living to a beat of their own drum
Like Billy Joel states
I’d rather laugh with the sinners and cry with the saints
Sinners are definitely much more fun and know how to relate
For they were shunned from their, loved ones when they were just trying to be transparent and great
Sinner is such a wide open term
Used deliriously by some with wretched germs
Some have never even committed a crime
Just self-inflicted wombs to pass by the time
Some labeled as saints have committed some heinous crimes
For which they never got caught to do any rightful time
I’m going off on a tangent but my point to this is
Sometimes those who try to bring you down
Can’t even stand to look at the sight of themselves
So, they have to try insult you in hopes that you rebel
So remember that you always shine bright
Like a star when the moon is out at night
I’m done now and putting this poem to rest
Let’s see if I get accepted and pass this premium test
Ciao!
Categories:
premium, africa, america, england, life,
Form:
Free verse
Ur car should be burning it
It's Top of the line when referring to my whisk(e)y
Regular, average, standard means the opposite
It's like a hundred dollar bill not a fifty
An A+ on the Final Test
Writing for the few
Show them who is the best
Anything less than Premium will not do
My internal engine burns E85
Cheap and isn't made for certain cars
I don't need Premium gas to drive
I can go just as far
Struggles and challenges give my wordz drive
Money hasn't brought me this far
I write these wordz & those wordz to feel alive
Not having natural ability so u pay to be a superstar
I won't be great until after I die
Sometimes they r outta Premium & u gotta get mid-grade
20 cents less but I'm not good with numbers & percentages
Paying more for Premium gas doesn't make u great
Membership has it priveleges
It's ok cuz my diamond shines even in the dark
Don't need the Big City cuz I'm fine in the Villages
Set fire to their city and my next line is the spark
Without money, I guess my poems are only Mid-Grade
Categories:
premium, confidence, discrimination, money, passion,
Form:
Free verse
I should be entitled to a free Lifetime Premium Membership according to my wife and friends around me. My father CPO Arthur Frederick Horn was killed on active duty on the Carrier Intrepid after 20 years of service. He could have retired. I, myself, am a retired veteran whose Poetry Soup total just exceeded 800 full length poems. My poem was Poem of the Day on August 16th and two of your other poems had received honorable mentions and one a first place. I am supposed to be making the other person think this is their very own idea. Not only that, I am writing this in a free verse format so I will receive a free membership. This is a great idea you have there. I had to re-write, re-design and straighten the whole poem out. Oh, also my grandfather Jacob Horn was a Spanish American War veteran and six family members of my mother's were in the Civil War. One was killed at Gettysburg. Another person on my mother's side was a surveyor and on the staff of George Washington. Don't you think that I should be entitled to something?
James Thomas Horn
USAF 13735656
Retired Veteran
PS. One day you won't be able to find any of those
numbers anymore. They are all being replaced with
Social Security Numbers.
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/search/results.aspx?keyword=Veteran&form=&category=&words=Exact&max=5000&min=10&sort=ASC
Categories:
premium, history,
Form:
Free verse
What crap.
I write of this and that
the dog, the birds, the cat.
In these random fluctuatinos
can't imagine where to be punctuating.
Use the comma, colon, apostrophe for contractions
as i slip and slide to my own in-actions.
A cap, a misspelled word
what I was saying is so absurd,
A cadence, a rhyme,
slip of the tongue un-twined;
some sarcasm to be less benign.
A dot, a dash,
some humor splashed.
What the hey
let me write a least a poem a day
Good or bad,
a message happy and sad;
to tweet a word, a rhyme or two -
Ironic Zink, this one's for you!
Categories:
premium, crazy, poetry, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Premium members
can read the words below that
you see as three x's
There once was a French
girl named Nanc who set sail from
the west coast of ***
Seven sisters swam
in a race, but only one
finished in first ***
Cym went to the store
to buy shoes—but instead bought
two liters of ***
I saw her today
at the reception, waiting
for her ***
Drey was driving her
Lexus when she saw the sign,
"Don't mess with ***!"
Rhonda was riding
in a Caddy driven by
her Sugar ***
Categories:
premium, poems,
Form:
Haiku
WELCOME PREMIUM MEMBERS.
I welcome you all
For with you we will stand tall
And we will never fall
As poetry soup we have it all
WELCOME PREMIUM MEMBERS.
Poetry soup
Is a group
Of every poet
Whose words are correct
Words they wisely select
Make them perfect.
WELCOME PREMIUM MEMBERS.
We write inspire
that which all will admire
We right right
To make wrong right
We write to make black white
We write to shed light
That beams in the dark night
We write to give insight
For we are bright
Like the high blue sky.
WELCOME PREMIUM MEMBERS.
Categories:
premium, poets, pride,
Form:
Free verse
Take society’s attitude
Towards indifference as given
Although women abhor gratitude
For societal foibles forgiven
In the face of the Christian faith
That burns within a woman’s soul
When Providence breath
Scores a salutary goal
In consonance with the motto
One cheek slapped, the other cheek slapped
In a pilgrimage grotto
Where 2Pac rapped
All eyes on me
As though a woman were leper
Society loved to hate with glee
Alongside a pauper with no caper
To boast of
In the sight of men
Who grudgingly brandish love
As an inducement to women
Treated with contempt
Used, oppressed, dumped
In a haughty attempt
To get machismo start-jumped
In the full bloom of the sickness and ugliness
That womanhood suffers
In huge doses of humiliation and sadness
With no compensatory offers
For remorse unfelt
Hair tousled and unkempt
Expectations raised and unmet
In an egregious event and attempt
To gloss over injustices
Unleashed on the fairer gender
In equinoxes and solstices
That demand women’s surrender
Although the new millennium
Demands fairness
In the cranium and premium
For women’s unstinting happiness with boldness.
Categories:
premium, poems,
Form:
Free verse
T The gift of Premium Membership
H Has brightened my day but need tip
A Anyone who has knowledge on how
N Now to get my pictures to come through wow
K Kool pictures of nature that are just waiting
Y Your eyes to fill with color poet's duty
O Open your heart to the bounty of beauty
U Universally available to all if only open your eyes and see
(Someone gave me a gift of Premium Membership...I want to say thanks for it
made my day...)Sunflower/Sara
Categories:
premium, happiness, life, mystery, on
Form:
Acrostic
Poets
Reviling
Each
Memory
Into
Unique
Mysterious
Making
Exquisite
Memoir
Belonging
Everyone's
Rhyme
Categories:
premium, motivation,
Form:
Acrostic
As a regular unleaded gaseous,
(i.e. papa's seminal afterthought)
begat male genetically wrought,
I valued myself as naught
with abilities pegged
at being average,
yours truly sought
to camouflage himself
ducked as if a scared mandrake,
and/or, who oft times
didst cower, and shrink wrought
mine puny body
into an homunculus, methought
to imagine myself
as an invisible boy, when cornered
and nearly caught
as dead meat, (especially
when threatened by bullies,
brandishing their taut
fists, this then wimpy
kid never fought
peers that seemed big
as a dreadnaught),
essentially, I wished tubby
totally tubular nonexistent,
and as a poor substitute wrought
natural inclination took root
re: blend with background,
sans wallflower, nee weekly fought
the irresistible urge
to begone, what meth
hood would make
Matthew Scott Harris
permanently vamoose, hmm...
how to stop breath,
thus hit on what seemed
timely novel idea,
without asking Seth
Thomas, viz lit up, asper
starving body to death
hence final solution,
would put to rest,
and terminate subsequent cruel
shocking one after another
electric kool aid acid test
solely predicated on feeling
insignificant at best
basically a sense of resignation
lacking any outstanding trait, lest
you count picking nose,
where underneath desk collected nest
of buggars, thru deep digging,
but never finding gold,
via nasal passage quest,
hence reiterating existential theme,
aye felt no good
even as a nobody,
but more akin
to an unwanted guest
secretly embarking on a
deadly mission fed in part
by lacking athletic skills,
particularly addressed
when sporting rough
necked bruisers oppressed
to destroy any vestige
of self worth, this former
pint size lad,
who lastly mentioned hapt tubby,
the but of every jest.
Categories:
premium, 3rd grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Bio
ALL HAIL OUR PREMIUM MEMBERS
CAUSE THIS IS THEIR WEEK
THEY ARE NOT JUST CLUB MEMBERS
BUT MEMBERS OF A SITE THAT SEEKS
EUREKA THEIR MOUTHS EXCLAIM
TAKE ME WITH YOU POETS SITE
AS I CLAIM
THAT FRIENDLY RIDE
Categories:
premium, happiness
Form: