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Premium Member What the Morning Leaves Behind
I woke this morning to the thick breath of heat, a humid Sunday rising slow as regret. The tulip tree leaves hung there, backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel, and beneath the sagging feeder, a ragged pile of feathers—gray, white, brown— strewn across the grass, as though something holy had been torn apart in the night. Fox, coyote, hawk— it hardly matters. Something lived, and...

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Categories: what, nature,
Form: Free verse
Tale of Two Cities and Two Captains
Well what the Dickens is going on? My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities Both burdened by the weight of Great Expectations from both nations Cometh the hour cometh the Shubman Cooing classical looks…wooing crannies and nooks Eschewed the media...

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Categories: what, sports,
Form: Prose Poetry



What are the Biblical reasons behind my mental confusion lately Q and A
Q What evil forces are really behind my mental confusion? A According to 1 Corn. 14:33, For God is not the author of confusion but of peace, as in all of the churches of the saints. Therefore, Satan and his demons are responsible for my mental confusion...

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Categories: what, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
Premium Member What Breaks My Heart
I love you – even when the smile is shy I love you, even when I can’t say why I love you, when my tears just won’t dry I love you, with a love I can’t deny What breaks my heart completely, dear Are the tears that sting with dark fear The mourning that I so dread to hear The feelings...

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Categories: what, appreciation, god, heart, hope,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Come What May
Come What May... When tears don’t say – because you pray It will be okay, when you see the light of day Time will reveal, the story of His will Whatever comes, whatever sorrow – so still I know the music of His grace in each glimpse of His face Glimpses of hope, portrayed on the sunrise, in the stars Glimpses of...

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Categories: what, christian, encouraging, heartbroken, inspirational,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member What Makes Me Smile Winners
Hello I have emailed each winner and have not received email replies except from 11 of you. Please reply via email as soup mail deletes after six months. Also it is already a challenge matching poets names with email and poem as some vary using pen names. I am giving you time as I know life...

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Categories: what, poets,
Form: I do not know?
What you don't know won't hurt you
~that she saw her mother as a child lying strewn on the kitchen floor black and blue~ ~that the taste does not matter only that it should be sufficient~                  that what you don't know won’t hurt you   ~that she’d let those who don’t know her home feel the fight stuffed in her school blouse~ ~that she has...

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Categories: what, abuse, appreciation, class, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member What is under that wheelbarrow
something is under the wheelbarrow today It moved up in the air in a weird way a monkey? a squirrel? tiger or bear? a faerie queen with gobs of sparkly green hair? the wheelbarrow moved ever so slightly whatever it is, can I afford to take it lightly? what if it is a kitten, a bird or a large puppy? a whale?...

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Categories: what, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member What am I?
What am I? I don’t know. Maybe a scream searching for its name in the dark, maybe a child with scraped knees on the burning road, a man with his throat clenched by the noose of stars, when the church bells shatters Beneath the hammer of silence. Or perhaps I’m just a mute with no one left to scream to. I write these poems not to...

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Categories: what, baby, deep, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member It is what it is
Moon juice paired, With gems & stones. Candle lit, With intent on a scroll. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Now I'm calling, The spirits out. Listen close, To the spirits voice. They're already here, They all rejoice. Raven perched, On a flimsy limb. Saying, Forever more again & again. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Make no mistake, They are...

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Categories: what, anxiety, crazy, desire, destiny,
Form: Free verse
What Are Angels
If something invisible does it mean its not there ? he wants you too look his wisdom to share Angels are powerful spirit creatures, not few they are called ' morning stars' with personalities too The are 'sons of our God' and each has a name they do not seek our worship from God, through Jesus, they came they cant reproduce but have freedom of will they are...

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Categories: what, angel, bible,
Form: Rhyme
what more can be taken
What More Can Be Taken I came from a house where love never stayed, Where fists did the talking and kindness decayed. Where silence was safer than saying a word, And a child’s small heartbreak was never once heard. I ran to the bottle, to smoke and to fire, Chased numbness like peace, sank deep in the vile. Got locked in a...

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Categories: what, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Tip aka Don't Do What I Did
Don't go shopping for prescription glasses when you're mad at your boss. You'll end up coming home with don't f*ck with me glasses that you'll regret! AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Categories: what, anger, irony, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
What the Silence Hid
She smiled in rooms that cracked her spine, where beauty bruised and grace meant lie. They called her calm, not knowing this– each breath she took was clenched like fists. The silence praised was not her peace. It was the cage. She found the keys....

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Categories: what, imagery, inspirational, meaningful, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
What Comes Again
after “Sonnet 73,” by William Shakespeare That time of thaw thou mayst in me perceive, When brittle ice lets go the buried root, And greening buds, too shy to disbelieve, Begin again in silence, soft and mute. I am not fire consumed by fading coals, Nor yellowed boughs that rattle in retreat— But breath returning gently to the roles Of things once paused...

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Categories: what, seasons,
Form: Sonnet

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