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Long poem by Elisheba Yahudah | Details


Distantly connections seemed like there have been interruptions
The changing of tides seas storms com busting
Be honest tell the truth it really is okay
To let go of what is bothering you today

I am here 
I will listen
let’s score these symphony notes together
It's okay to be honest handsome man handsome fellow

Let it all out your friend is here
you were told not cry not to shed tears
Yes you are a man and I know that for a fact
but not venting and releasing can cause you a heart attack

Be still you are nervous, okay calm down this day
Words can come out but pain doesn't make a sound
Your heart is beating fast now
Pain I speak to you this day 

My friend my friend has something to say
He is ready to be for real
No medicine not a pill
Can suppress these feelings inside

If love doesn't hurry up and show up he shall spill the tide
Of anger and rage for many mistakes
Shaking the surface as a tsunami earth quake 
Hurricane aftermath moved away

Open up friend tell me, just say
Let me be your therapist your counsel today
Hugs and love given now expand his way
Friend, friend I can call you that

You proved it then and now I sat
I have been there before wearing those shoes
Sitting in my quiet place what to do what to do
I could not move forward in this pain this measure

So I release unto you release has come together 
Lay to promise, life will be better
It is better now that you write it in a letter 
It is okay you express that way

I am glad I am here with you that you may say
Words however you feel it will help you in what todo
today is the day that you see the new you

Copyright © Elisheba Yahudah | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Rahima Espat | Details

My Dearly Beloved

I recall, as I stare at you
Of the first time I noticed you.
I was far too young and naive 
To notice what was underneath your weave. 

Your dance, your shifts, your sway,
Came to my sight and got in my way. 
Nothing compared to your gloss up high,
Illuminating the dark night sky. 

Your sisters, daughters or whatever they might be, 
A million eyes, all intrigued, observing me.
I gaze in awe at such beauteous sight.
Marveled, I wonder, do I have any rights? 

I take a walk down the lane, 
It’s such a shame I don’t know your name.
How to adore you? What words to use? 
So many points against me, I’m afraid to lose.

There stood my silhouette opposite to your reflection, 
As you performed your nightly ritual in the same direction,
It was then I knew, you knew I was there. 
And ever since then you followed me everywhere. 

So romantic were those nocturnal dates,
Where it was I, who drank the grapes,
Not a single word but so much said. 
You were like a book I had already read. 

As time passed by I began to age,
And your eternal splendor filled me with rage.
So weak and empty I felt inside.
This must be one of life’s twisted rides. 

Finally the day I expected came to date. 
I was waiting on my departure but didn't count on fate.
Totally unaware I flew to your light
And quickly past by you I went out of sight. 

Oh! How could I have not known?
That your daughters or sisters were your back bone.
Long gone admirers that once held you in their goals
And just like me; had given up their souls.

Copyright © Rahima Espat | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by jeffry cohan | Details


                           ARE THERE CARIBOU IN MALIBU?

The frail I fail to reach
The elderly with so much to teach
Those older whose shoulder brushes mine
And yet each and every eye still to shine
Those tangled up by values and vine
The ones who feed squirrels in some secluded square
Those with remembrances to relate with reverence, relevance and a touch of flair
The old and the better ones
The cold and bitter ones
Those who fear to do what they could never dare
Those who dare not do that which they fear

That elder on a bench was once a tailor in a shop on Main Street in Malibu
The one over there used to do conservation work for the caribou
Because every elder once was………….
Everyone once was something
Something of worth with value assessed
Everyone has been caressed
With lamentable last times and blessed by first times
Bed times, bad times and the worst times
Rain shower times and feathery flower times
Times of weakness and power times
Repressing and depressing times
Most had lovers to whom they were inclined
Sorrowfully one fell well behind
Still others had delight definitively defined
Some of them, on occasion, rose to the occasion
And most once had a viable vocation
Everyone did something kind
Everyone had vengeance weighing on their mind
Everyone tried to kindle a spark
And some were left deeply in the dark
Yet sadly only a sacred few will die and acutely, with acumen, leave their memorable mark
        © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~

Copyright © jeffry cohan | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Details

Blushing Rose

Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare about imperial and blushing rose..

Blushing Rose 

Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my heart!!

Falling on my face, You are the one who don't make deceitful pretences..
You are the one who endowed me a smile as a surprise..
Your charismatic posture embedded in a deep space of my heart..
O'delirious rose, You flicked my soul!!

Wrapped by disliking thorns and spines..
Loves the spirit you cheerfully withstand..
My eyes are desperately thirsty to have a quick glance of your tendered feature..
O'chaotic rose, You twitched my nerves!!

Your dusky red colour..
enamoured my entire body..
Enigmatic cheers on my lips..
I wanna kiss you forever forever..
Holding you in my hands, bending on my knees..
O'ferine rose u reached the highest peak of my heart!!

Amongst the bushes and raw grass,
My heart got connected with you..
Chromatically waving in an air..activating my sense
Inspiring me making my d-day delighted..
O'glimmering rose,trustworthily you ignited passion inside me!!

Glimpse of yours make me kinetized,my blushing pearl..
Freakly taking a deep breathe,my blossoming chics..
Flaming love in my heart i can offer you..
O'amorous rose, for that You have to be mine My Queenliest love.. !!

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Elisheba Yahudah | Details

Rivers of Love

red is like the petal of a flower
like rain on a sunny day small areas of showers
red is like pillow stuffed feathers to complete
the texture too soft and plain to see

red is like a tear that falls on the side of a face
wiped many times but without a trace
covered by the emotions of rivers part
red is the beat of a human heart 

close nit tight but never bitter alone
how comforting this red can be on the other end of a phone
listen to red and how red explains to thee
oh beauty through songs red has its on symphony

loud and peaceful red rings and beats 
the pace of drums in the Sarah Deserts heat
in the heat of the day red changes with weather
like curtains in a window red sealed letter

smelling fragrances associated with red
dandelions jasmines roses
red is like the senses in the soft canal of the nose and
every part of the soul

red is young red is old
red captivates its connection to us all
red kisses hugs expands its own call
sun rays red days

releasing its grace
red is red is today
a place were many will say
like meditation mind free kneel to pray

red is here red is every were
red pays attention and i never scared
let red be who red is called to be
red is definitely a description in me

Copyright © Elisheba Yahudah | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by john chizoba vincent | Details


I won't leave you again to ruin,
The pagearity of my soul shall grace you.
Once I left you moulded black,
Now I won't leave you again to rot.

Let my words germinate in your palms,
In vain vanities have I made you vain,
Graceful paths have I crafted for you.
I won't leave you again to rust in vain.
Motherland, I remember your greener pasture.

If there is a fooled love in abyss,
Mine is a divinelove packaged in purity.
I remembered you Good mama, decorated with love,
Cultured in a embeamed embryo of sweetness;
Mechanised pretty star of paradised earth.

If I get locked away in the past,
Your bosom shall I look unto.
Outset of the puzzle of life, you made me.
Motherland, mother hope, mother trust,
Fertiled and honeyed gracefully beyond others.

Motivated at the peak of the wind,
Trees waving in an inspirational move,
Clapping grasses worshipping and praising
A love sweetened flowing in one channel.
Motherland, of a truth you are great and pure.

Here I was born and groomed,
I grew around these tables of peace 
Sorrounded by spirited brothers and sisters.
I grew around these watered hope,
I won't leave you again, motherland.

Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by taai tekai | Details


Paddling off into the sunset,
canoe warmed in sky’s ember glow,
a fishing spot, my mind’s main fret…
Anchored at last, my lines did throw ~

Night fell as I reeled in my catch.
Solo bliss, cloud-hugged moon did bring.
Silvery solitude I snatched,
with old silhouettes in dark’s cling…

Lulled by the surrounding silence,
my mind roamed in memory’s maze,
of gray shades wafting long absence.
Time lost, found, in my drifting daze…

But spells are quite notorious,
for wreaking havoc, glorious!

Whilst mulling, the hull was loud-thunked,
splashing me with liquescent cold.
Lightning quick, my heart froze: a chunk
like lead, sunk, in abyssal folds…

The deep’s monster had struck my stern!
Sloth-like, numbed hands grabbed an oar,
while a laden head, real slow, turned,
breathless as a wan ghost of lore…

My assailant had disappeared, 
taking with it all fishing urge,
leaving me in depth-ogling fear,
as I peered thru water’s black verge...

Whodathunk! South seas trembling mess, 
was caused by that beast from Loch Ness!

(12/13/17 - for Loch Ness contest)

Copyright © taai tekai | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Beata Agustin | Details


Quirky tricks of my special child are amusing…
But vexing when they turn to be mischievous acts
Exposing follies in the guise of innocence;
Thus, I respond with love-filled correction-dealings.
My child’s mischief reminds me actually of mine
Which I try to hide to guard my reputation
Such is what human nature readily asserts
And I’m not exempted from succumbing to it.

Learning from my child’s naughtiness which does offend 
I admit my own that may or can hurt and harm
Since nothing can escape from the omniscient God
Who compassionately forgives and freely transforms.  

Thus, I ask pardon for my mischief’s ill effects
While praying with faith to win against my defects.

Hybronnet: For this “poetic modification,” I made all first twelve lines to follow the blank verse form with twelve syllables each.  Meanwhile the last two lines (lines 13 and 14) make a couplet, like that of a sonnet, with each line having twelve syllables. 

September 8, 2018
	7th place, "A Form of Mischief" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 10/4/2018.

Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2018

Long poem by Bernard Chan | Details


                                         And all the world is aglitter,
                                    Bedecked in glamour’s lurid sheen,
                                  Hearts fluttered by Mammon’s bluster,
                                       Minds by vanity daily preened.

                                   Shiny leather grants borrowed fame,
                                Flashlights blitz for the high-gloss game,
                                      Brittle egos puffed to the seams,
                                   Drab nights buffed by caviar dreams.

                                    Bidding wars rage for high price tags,
                                         Wallets open to sprinkle gold,
                                      The comfort of a purchased glow,
                                          Soothes all anxiety attacks.

                                       Few know life’s greatest luxury, 
                                          Is fleeing money’s forgery.

Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by shirin neshat | Details

Faded Life

Stuck in a situation, Not knowing what to do? Blocked from all directions, Tired of being sick, throwing and feeling weak, The people I thought I can trust walked away, I am tired of selfish people, I am tired of being alone and fighting this without any support, When this should be your responsibility too! All you want to do party and play, I am tired of facing problems one after another, I need peace, relax and have nothing to worry, Yet you bring hell to me! All you care about is you and your career, While I give my life and risk everything for us & baby, I give up my family, my car and now I am broke and homeless, And all you care about is you and your dreams, It bothers me how you think & blind to see, My dreams and goals for my life is in the trash can, You keep asking for respect yet you cant even understand your women, Without a cause there is no effect, I just wish you would understand that! This is not about who wins or looses! This is about us fixing problems togather as ONE!

Copyright © shirin neshat | Year Posted 2013

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