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Premium Member Am I Worthy

Oh! please, please, hear me, listen
See me, shackled to the dirt
Won't you loose these chains, that bind me
To a life, of pain and hurt
Sing me sweetly, to my slumber
In the darkness of the night
As my nightmares tear asunder
The resolve, left in my fight

Help me, hold it all-together
As the reins, slip from my hands
Tears of sorrow, wet the leather
Only You, Lord, understand
If You show me, what's before me
Will I fear the broken truth
Will a wave of hope, restore me
To the glory of my youth

Am I worthy, of a mention
As in awe, of You, I stand
Will you part my sea of sorrow
Smite my giants, with Your hand
All the rapture of the living
Lies, entombed, among the dead
The promise of the Gold to be
Lies sleeping, in the lead

As a candle, burning brightly
Is mis-shapen, over time
Will You hold me all- together
In Your tenderness divine
Though, I Thirst and I am Hungry
In a Soul, that's growing, cold
I'd not sell You, for their Silver
Nor, betray You, for their Gold
Form: Rhyme


Spring In the Moonlight

I stand in a field filled 
with the many glorious
colors and sweet 
aromatic smells of 
spring when I sit 
in the luscious green 
grasses to gaze up and 
see the brilliant shimmering 
beauty of all the celestial 
bodies i wonder if they too 
could see and smell the 
fresh scents of the 
many hues of spring

Surely they could because 
the moon seemed to 
smile down as his 
luminous beams touch 
all the flowers to 
glisten off the fresh dew 
that sprinkled the 
leaves and petals

Was the moon in awe of 
this glorious beauty as i was 
in them both for nothing 
compared to this
splendiferous spring in 
the moonlight


1st place
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Contest:'YOUR CHOICE Any SEASON or FESTIVE VERSE ,any form 

3rd place
Sponsor:John Hamilton
Contest: Best free verse
Date:6/28/19

Premium Member The Gift of Sight

The way your eyes caught the morning sun in my view
I am utterly, and completely, in awe of you
The way you show love to those struggling and in need                                    In the good you look for, and try to believe
I may never be able to show you the level of love I perceive
But know this, I will strive with all my affectionate might
To show you just how lucky and blessed I am to share with you each day and every night
With someone as close to perfection as you
Who has opened my eyes to a new way to view
What loving you really means to me
Is showing you that same love, that you let my eyes see

HELLO YOU

Hello, you
It feels as though we passed
In another world
The opening, the connection
Secure, but gone
Why did I stop hearing you
Did my presence offend
I watch you spread your wings
You flew in fire, yet remained
I was in awe of your vicissitudes
Flowing without notice
As though the child was assigned armor
I wanted to know you always
But jaded eyes sat upon you
And a sharp sword cut your line
If they don't like you
You can't be mine
Divorce is worse than death
But restoration has placed you in my heart
And now...I can breathe again in peace

Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-14-2025

We the soil are witnesses to their turmoil

Trapped within the soil
Told stories filled with turmoil 
Carrying the weight of black history 
But it honours their memory 
By always remembering 
By never forgetting 

Soaked by the tears of the enslaved 
Waiting, hoping, praying to be saved
The ground an unknowing witness 
To them being worked to death
But in awe of their perseverance 

Throughout the years
One thing that remains clear
To the soil is that just because things have progressed 
Doesn't mean life for black people is perfect
Racism still exists
It went from slavery to incarceration 
To it being prevalent throughout the system
Racism just evolved through each generation 
We the soil see everything 
And hold the key
To untold black stories


Premium Member Breathtaking

Beholding the golden skies of each new honeyed dawn makes me
Rejoice to know I shall never bear witness to two that are tantamount.
Each time the flaming sun dips beneath the sea when setting, I am
Astounded and completely in awe of each breathtaking experience.
These daily interludes are the precious gifts of our loving Father.
His remarkable creations, in all facets of life are joyous to my heart.
Traversing the rolling rapids in the depth of the Grand Canyon, or
Ascending the heights to reach the crest of a snow-capped mountain
Knoll, there lays before my eyes all the new vistas I've yet to explore. 
I anticipate with reverence having my breath taken away even more.
New and wondrous visions will be restored to us on Earth one day.
Glorious and breathtaking sights that will surely take my breath away.


March 9th, 2016
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Acrostic

If I Survive, Deliverin' the Mail

We're in the midst of natures blitz.
An air of mist we're all trying to resist.
It leaves me wondering if I'm alive.
And what I'll do if I survive.

We've lost the best that lived in jest.
He quietly said what we suggest.
A life delivered walkin' around.
Each mail box filled with his earthly sound.

Just where did all his smarts come from.
It sure all added up to a mighty tidy sum.
As we count our blessings now that he's gone.
With our empty hearts filled with so long.

So now I pray that what I say.
May have an ounce of his dismay.
And a pound of his sweet soul.
To hear that sound that makes us whole.

You'd think that I thought he's a God.
Well, yeah, whatever, it's not so odd.
To be in awe of some on earth.
Who seem too good right from their birth.

He's not a saint, he'd say he ain't.
He lived and loved, a song his paint.
An inspiration to find a meaning.
In all that's good, and all that's demeaning.

I could hear him here, sipping his beer.
Stopping to say what's in his heart.
How he's been glad to play his part.
Deliverin' the mail right from the start.


Note: This is in tribute to one of the greats we just lost to this horrific virus. If you've been watching the news, you'll know who he is. He's now up in heaven getting back into show biz. <3 :)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Calm

Calm
Following an ice cold calm night
Winter sun bathes a splendid sight
Icicles pirouette to ground 
Nature's ballet dance does astound
Winter wraps herself round the scene
A frosty regal beauty Queen 
Clothed in a fetching wintry gown
Lustrous as diamonds in a crown.

Robins bop along, feathers fanned
Upon Earth's dazzling wonderland
Squirrels gaze in awe of their play
And amuse with their own display 
Spider webs, they simply look grand
Silvery art in every strand
Each web so delicately spun
Enhanced by rays of wintry sun.

Weeping willows elevate cheer
Featuring crystal chandelier
Serene majestic wizardry 
A finer sight there'll rarely be
Observers feeling truly calmed
By the magic of wintry charms
Savour these sights ere the Earth's thaw
Before Spring has the world in awe.
11th January 2022

C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Form: Couplet

In awe

I stand in awe.

I watch in amazement.

You're a cirque du soleil performer,

A contortionist.

I watch you bend and twist,

Until you turn into this brute.

This beast.

This monster before me.

You warp your words until all trace of love has crumbled and fallen through the cracks in the foundation.

This love feels empty. 

You say I'm horrible, I'm a b*tch all the time.

You don't understand that you have changed me.

You have broken me down until the shards of who I was end up cutting you when you press your hands against me to push me around.


I stand in awe,

That I let this happen.

That I allowed myself to believe I deserved this.

And it amazes me,

That I truly love you. 

I have stood the test of this abuse, 

And the love I always felt for you remains.

I hurt when you hurt.

I want nothing more than for you to be happy. 

I am full of love and forgiveness for you;

But you never offered me the same. 

I love you so unconditionally that I allowed this to be my life for more than half a decade. 

However;

I learned that I didn't deserve this.

I never deserved to be called names.

I never deserved to have to hide from you. 

I never deserved the rejection, 

I never deserved to feel you strike me.

I never deserved the bruises. 

I never deserved the tears. 

I never deserved to be so confused.

I never deserved to live in fear. 

I do not know why I love you.

I don't need to know right now.

What I have to do,

Is learn to love myself the way I love you. 


I want to be in awe of how far I've come,

But I know I cannot.


Not if I am traveling with you.
© Jess Marlo  Create an image from this poem.

Mother Earth

Mother Earth

We all share this green planet we call earth
We all have been here since our date of birth
We all are guests on this planet we call home
We all are given this gift we neglect to atone

She gives us the air we breathe to sustain all of life’s continuance 
She gives us the sky above, shelter from abysmal space imminence 
She gives us variances in all of her terrains, many places and wonders
She gives us stability beneath our feet to grow, explore and wander

We rape all of her resources and consume them at will
We have been doing this for years, and continue this still
We pollute all her air, her lakes, her rivers and her streams
We live at the precipice of disaster, yet do nothing it seems

I am in awe of her beauty, her resilience, her strength 
I am aware of all the damage that we all inflict at length 
I am consumed with the fear, all we love and cherish may come to an end
I am confused that we, her guests on this planet, are not a better friend

Ask yourself this question, what can I, just one person do to help, to save
Ask yourself, have I been one of many that have consumed the all she gave
Ask yourself, have I been a true friend to her lands, a true human being
Ask yourself, do I take personal responsibility for all I have been seeing

Mother Earth, my deepest apologies

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