Best Sociallove Poems
It’s New York’s very own,
Making Poetry-Soup his home.
For we all know his caring heart,
From his loving, caring, honest remarks.
Not only does he remodel homes,
His watchful eye loves to roam,
On Poetry-Soup late at night,
To bring us humor and delight.
There’s times he speaks of things,
That pulls on our heartstrings.
He’s his own masterpiece,
With loving beauty that’ll never cease.
I read his comments everyday,
And love what he has to say.
Michael Torres you’re our friend,
Someone special I’d recommend.
You’re a kind and loving soul,
That we’ve all come to know.
And a fine contemporary bard,
This poem’s for you, with my regards.
Michael, this poem is for you and it's my way to thank you for all of your beautiful and loving
comments. You have been a blessing and an inspiration in our lives and in our poetic
journeys. Your love overflows in every area of your life. Poetry Soup would definitely not be
the same without you, my friend. I hope my words are accurate to some degree, if not drop
me a comment and I will correct them, Your poetry and comments are more than a piece of
literature, They’re more like the chronicles of Michael Torres. With love, peace, and respect
from one poet to another...Raul Moreno
Spent your whole life scrawling runes in the sand
your whole world etched out in tropes
arcs from beginning and end unto skyline
been there done that, I can comprehend you
don't wanna ever be there again though
I miss my time with you
I loose my skin to let some air back in
sinking in at the speed of time
what sound does it make when you stop to look at it
not the steady tick of the clock at all
more a soft scream into the thickening moonlight
I tense at the chill of the megale wind
dead men studying dead men that studied dead men
but who here really wants to live forever
raise your hands and we knock you off
overboard, buh-bye
Hygieia, for the breath in my lungs
Dionysus, for the drink in my veins
Le Moirai, for the lines I've crossed
Tyche, for the lines I shall remain
The blood taste in my mouth makes me wince
it's not overbearing, it's just that
it's barely noticeable at all
so I think of the one and his taste for blood
perhaps not lust, but a form of negligence
The crescent wisp, the knife in palm
striking earth where the crumbs have fallen
yet I meet you here and now
on the waves with no ship
dance of the salt and sun along the northern branch
Mon coeur est triste
j'espère que vous savez mon chemin
ma naissance est une disjonction
entre l'honneur et la famille
Artemis, for the food in my belly
Demeter, for the crumbs in my bowl
Hera, for the woman of my life
Eros, for our love and love alone
We clad ourselves in colors as we march,
saluting independence through a foggy dream;
gazing at the night alight with flashes,
sparkles,
and firefly screams.
Rockets made in China, cascade/
to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner;
a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil
and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel;
(made in Mexico).
We stand on oceanfront (it’s owned by France)
gazing ‘pon the open sea,
the port is owned by Saudis/
but at least we stand here free.
Our hands steadfast upon our chest,
saluting whichever freedoms still remain,
those freedoms, their going fast;
and they’ll disappear one day.
We gaze into the abyss of night,
the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek,
immersing ourselves in awe of moment,
before it fades our dreams to sleep.
We stand enamored with this land,
the love that lurks within our hearts,
we celebrate this love/
...in part;
fore tomorrow, standing is banned.
Form:
Examining love from all different angles, one can come to appreciate the connection
how it is so often used as the vehicle, by which we share with others our deepest
affection
and this love no matter how much we have, never do we seem able to get enough
yet had we been forced to live without it, we would find living in starvation just too
tough
This constant need to possess a measure of love in our life, must be part of that
divine plan
enabling us to maintain our emotional health, and affording us a way to become a
better man
perhaps an additional reason might also be, to share a little of our love with those
in need
we can become so lost in our materialistic world, easily forgetting to pursue this
noble deed
The greatness of man’s creation exists from within, and lies dormant for us to find
accepting the fact that we are spiritual beings, and the most unique of our kind
innate potential to reach the highest of heights, in the service of our Creator
choosing wisely to do good, while rejecting evil, and thus becoming even greater
Fooling yourself with alluring transitory pleasures, this world leads you astray
fleeting momentary happiness, causes you to believe you are here to stay
furthest from the truth you could never be, because ultimately all will see
when the end of that long road arrives, you too, will be just another deportee
Only with constant toil and unremitting effort, could we think it possible to overcome
to successfully subdue evil that is now a part of you, would be nothing short of
awesome
better to consider the end, when your immortal soul will be in need of an abode of
its own
what a tremendous loss it would be indeed, for your soul to be left in the dark and
all alone
I can pull out your heart.
Then if I wish I could put it back in.
Then mend your skin with love because I am a man.
It’s a two way street the lying and cheating.
Then honesty comes - then learnt eventually wrong most always win.
A soul bouncing on fingertips needs time to heal and grow.
The pain, gain, agony, blindly - deceit
The love people spare just not to be alone - the unknown fingertip sweep.
Can anyone or should they say anything about loves effect.
Only one issue I feel is important, that they are both adults.
Undeniably love knows no bounds, or even any sect.
Granted in the bible, they chose younger women with respect.
Age is just a factor, when it comes to loves depth of realism.
Reason, whether be older men or women, having no schism.
Each day that passes unhappiness rages, in relationships of close age.
Forever love is in the heart and soul; it really has no classic cage.
Forever love is even rarer these days, than ever before.
Every soul has a soul mate, this I do believe with Heavens score.
Craving the closeness and touching of spirits bound, with true tenderness.
Taking to name this the cougar effect, is lending thoughts that are lecherous.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name Cougar Effect
When i say hello,
You have to feel joy
because i love you
and when i become sad,
you have to be like me
because we love each other.
Form:
I no longer feel numb...
Because the waves are dancing,
and crashing into the shores,
Robins are chirping sweet melodies,
songs that I cannot ignore,
Bliss is a high mountain,
and I'm at its ultimate peek,
I can now love myself,
conformity... I no longer seek,
The floras spread their scent,
while smiling up to the sky,
The ships are sailing, and arms are flailing,
it's time to say goodbye,
I can now love myself,
conformity was a foolish ally.
Crowded rooms, though full, know many lonely hearts.
Smiling guests mingle; laughing, dancing, they sing.
Imaginary friends strange solace imparts.
Nonetheless, loneliness grips its painful sting.
All around cupid’s arrows take aim; love starts.
Sadly, upon the friendless there is no ring.
It had happened many times over and again.
Thank God, life and love began as you walked in.
© January 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.
Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.
Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.
Unique and historic our house served a mission.
Provided warmth; whipped into submission.
Words whirled around like a centrifuge.
God’s loving Son was my soul’s refuge.
Escape came young, but I finished school.
I learned to love and live the golden rule.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Natural love is worth living for
Lets get back to time we were one
I wish to retrace to that pure
Embrace the basics and relearn
Principles we made but forgot
Running in the mad race every time
Lost self and truth in thought
Lets go back to those sublime
Equality of all we do proclaim
Though we ourselves do wrong
Then smartly play blame game
Leaving all which was along
No more of fights among each
Lets embrace love not gains
High time to give up bad deeds
No longer cause harm and pain
No walls of differences ahead
Be it caste, color or the wealth
Wish to be now a bond of thread
As we are pals with humane felt
Oh, I Love Poets …
Here is Why: Explore-It …
I Love The Way We Speak
I Love The Way We Think
And Seek and Link and When On The Brink
Of The Flow of Life … The Way We Drink …
I Love The Way We Pour-It
On … and Oh, I So Love Poets
Oh, I Love Poets …
Here is Some More-of-It …
The Way We Exercise Freedom of Speech
Sometimes, We May Actually Even Teach
All Times … We Are Truly Trying To Reach
at least One, if not Each … (while We Preach) …
but, They’ll Overlook or Get-Over-It
Oh, I Do So Love Poets
I Love Poets …
Simply, Can Not Ignore-It …
We Are Determined to Make Talk, Très Chic’
All Topics, from Looney-Tunes to Tolstoy-Tragic
Deep Thoughts and Themes and Tags-Unique
“for A Rose by Any Other Name, Would Smell As Sweet”
… but It Would Not Sound So Fantastic !
If It Were Not Said, So Poetic …
So, I Do Love Poets
And What They Do, I Do Adore It
New or Classics and How They Wrote It
Oh, How I Do Indeed, Love Poets …
There is a kingdom near to me well-known,
For it has gleaming gates, and golden face.
It seems the seed of gladness there are sown.
The heads of citizens are blank; the space
Where once the deep and probing questions lay,
Now ads that plaster streets do take their place.
My head is filled with ads as well, I may
Admit, but I know of a special kind,
Amidst the ads they think, discuss, and play.
These “they’s” I talk of come to love and find
The One that frees them, one who breaks the things—
Revenge and greed—that harmfully do bind.
These “they’s” are rebels, faces gold they bring
Humility, and when these “they’s” show love,
The One that lives within does have them sing.
And when confronted by the love that’s of
The people—think, discuss, and play—the kings
And kingdoms gold away did pass by dove.
Who are you?
Let me peer inside...
I'm not afraid to find
I could love you.
You're foreign
like no one I've ever known,
nothing like you grows near my home
so... different.
Yet your hands
are similar to mine,
both gentle and kind
and earthy like sand.
Your eyes,
curious and bold,
the mirror of mine
our reflections, both hold.
What do you adore?
What about do you wonder?
Maybe...you're only foreign
on the outside
maybe your feelings are like mine.
Maybe...I'm as foreign to you
something that puzzles you too.
Maybe...there's something we both know about
and feel strong about
and agree.
Maybe you're like me
and there's no such thing as foreign.
But if there is, I foreign love you.
Push as you pull…
Balanced soul eating not realizing full…
Nutrition begins within the brain of the ship’s hull…
Infinite potential inside the sacred skull…
Prosthetic presidential preaching produces powerfully poisoned paradoxes…
Behold the inner voice, speaking silently…
Wisdom used from its words mutates actions seemingly violent…
Peace and serenity become the eyes personality…
This love force will recreate the entirety of humanity…
Love your family, love your friends and love all of life…
Adios, sayounara; living with fears manifested Strife…