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Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.

©2013 Honestly JT

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: america, angst, death, eulogy, horror, power, usa,

I Love Guns

I love Guns

Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too

Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!

Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun 
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction

And........any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack

Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right

Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns

By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights

I am not concerned with facts
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is

Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Poem Details | by Christine Phillips |
Categories: america, culture, death, faith, farm, love, nature, romance, suicide, symbolism,

Take me to the countryside

Take me to the countryside 
where all the daffodils grow
fresh perfume saturating the air
dispersing sensational aroma
in the atmosphere.
Take me to the countryside
to inhale the balmy fragrance
of mother earth,
to walk on grassy lands
and hold each other hands.
Take me to the countryside
to gaze at the swaying trees, 
and listen to them humming breathlessly 
 in the chilly breeze.
enchanting birds singing in the gusty afternoon,
dancing vigorously to their melodious  tune.
Take me to the countryside 
where all the natural things grow,
tangerine, oranges , banana and  kiwi fruit.
homemade yogurt ,sweet yam
and fresh milk from grandpa’s lamb.
Take me to the countryside
to coalesce with earthy peasants, 
to run up and down the cornfield 
and waddle through onion beds.
Soak me in nature, 
and replenish my aching soul
purge my agonizing wound,
and distill my sorrowful tune.
My soul yearns for spiritual fulfillment
to drown the chaos from the external environment,
mineral water and running streams,
strumming guitars and melodious flutes
are singing harmoniously,
and whispering the truth.
lead me to a place of comfort,
a place where I can breathe,
a place of beauty and incomparable dreams.
Take me to the countryside
to mingle with the animals,
to go horseback riding,
and camp on the mountain top.
Take me away from this hopelessness,
to a place of peace and quietness.
Take me away from this desolation
and find away to solve this confusion.
I want to be free,
free from this burden and misery,
so take me with you before you leave.
When I close my eyes and count to three
at the sound of the whistle
I charge you to set me free.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Poem Details | by Carrie Love-atkins |
Categories: black african american, education, faith, love, passion, peace, social, day, america, day,

"What is a Sad Day In America?"


It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day worrying about being 
black, educated and female.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up every day and there is a new battle.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you wake up living on the outside of the 
American Dream, but you live within America and you have nightmares about 
walking in the shoes of another race in your view.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when Civil Rights begin to regress over 40 years.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when you have to worry about what religion or 
denomination you belong too.

It is a “Sad Day” in American when the words “I can” in the word American does 
not represent “I can because I am free.”

Instead it becomes an obstacle because others continue to suppress me---
because of my race, religion, sex, ability or disability? 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we accept mediocracy.

It is a “Sad Day” in America when we cannot accept our fellow man or fellow 

It is a “Sad Day” in America when others cannot hear or see.

It is a “Sad Day” when we can no longer show empathy.

It is a “Sad Day” when all we do is “nothing”.

The “Glorious Day” will come when we learn the history of others, walk with 
others by empathizing with others and consider ourselves  brothers and sisters 
in “One America”, one fight, one battle, one love-- until that time “it is” and “will 
be”  a “Sad Day” in America.

copyright@2006 by Carrie MLove-Atkins 

Poem Details | by Glen Schwartz |
Categories: america, grandfather, hero, hope, love, war,

War is Hell

        War Is Hell
              Our nations war to settle a score and or fight to noble fight..
           It's the countrymen who pay the price, no matter who was right..

                Now I love my nation under God , My country tis of thee..
                   My one regret is that my son , was my eternal fee..

            Like his dad before he went to war and served this nation well..
                I taught my son a lot of things, but not how War Is Hell..

    His camp came under fire one night while the boys were all writing home.
         That was the first of many nights, our families would dine alone..

                  The days were long , the nights were longer..
                        But with time all wounds they fade.
                   I could see my boy in my grandsons eyes..
                      What a treasure my God has made. 

               I spent most of my time doating upon the lad..
                 Telling him hero stories of his fearless dad..

               Now he's joined the core, to fight a new war,
                       and or make his father proud.
                  And every night as I pray for his life,
                       My cries can be herd aloud..

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: america, appreciation, celebration, community, freedom, memorial, soldier,

I LOVE AMERICA, differently, in fuller History

The Servants of Free Men on the Mayflower
Knew "abundant life" in Jesus, Great Savior
Two servants, too, rose up to sign The US Constitution
Lover of His Morals, Binder of America's First Bible, Jefferson
Perhaps, long before, some foundations cast by Tom Paine & William Penn

Then there is Roger Williams, founder of Rhode Island
Who paid Native Americans for Providence, new way to get land?
More fortunate than Minister Anne Hutchinson, foe of New England
Because she read the Bible, taught it, and well.thus expelled
Yet more fortunate than Mary Dyer, Quaker, now Watch at Boston Common

Smaller folk prayed for A Great AwakeningIt camePublicist: Ben Franklin
Preachers in the trenches, before two Billys: Charles Finney & Our Theologian
None other than Jonathan Edwards; when he died, on that occasion
His wife wrote her daughter: we weep but thank LORD he was our relation!

The idea of America.inimitable; Einstein came as Refugee of Distinction
And veterans I'm blessed to know, ennobled by trials and tribulation
We lost Lewis Reynolds this year; a Marine and Man of many an Invention
Your simple research will reveal we owe much to such Fighters For Freedom
And in my church: Walter Ogden, Dick (Tex) Pentecost, Russell Coleman

Yes, we may criticize its imperfection.often without paying a price
There was the bad history with Indians - broken treaties and cowardice -
Yet John Rolfe did marry Pocohontas, many now claim them Ancestors
And slavery of Africans was brutish, but Lincoln busted free of old fears
As did Noble Roosevelt, Carter, & Obama.celebrate USA in Living Colors

(c) DeoHappy Birthday America; God empower the peoples and every level of Leadership to fulfill the Great Destiny of AmericaAfter all, Gandhi's great granddaughter, Uma, says: "Try to share; you'll have to one way or another."

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: america, appreciation, corruption, humanity, love, peace, political,

Six-Word Couplet Series

Hard To Recognize
America's face, battered..
Freedom's image, shattered.

Feeding Frenzy Fodder
Foundations of Democracy,
Shredded with hypocrisy.

Party Over People
Lady Liberty's fears,
Weeping rusty tears.

Truth Will Out
Veracity's tempest blows..
Treachery's warmth, expose.

Martin Luther King, Jr
Simply shaking hands..
Shook humanity's lands.

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Pauper's sole directive..
Brotherly love's perspective.

Jesus Of Nazareth
Red phrases spoken,
Old covenants broken.

Jesus, Gandhi, MLK, Jr
Simple doctrines - LOVE..
Humanity's grace, thereof.

Still, Hope Remains
Trustworthy faith's unshakable,
Love, steadfast.unbreakable.

Our Lasting Legacy
Humanity must embrace,
Single.HUMAN race.

FACE The Truth
The answer's clearer,

(I Must Apologize
Forgive me, critically,
I strayed.politically)

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Six-Word Couplet Series" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, beauty, christian, devotion, love, patriotic, usa,

She's Blowing In The Wind

My alegence is pledged to one who blows in the wind                                                                                               We are blessed to be in the Republic for which it stands

One nation, under God always, as our flag blows in the wind                                                                                 I have this treasured piece, folded and neatly tucked away

I must keep it secure, assuring that it never goes astray                                                                                          Since I have owned it, never has it seen the light of day

Perhaps someday, I shall set it free to blow in the wind                                                                                             I'd love to see it flap its wings, but I don't know when

This prized possession of mine has thirteen stripes                                                                                                Seven stripes are clothed in the hardiness of red

Six of the stripes are beautifully arrayed in purity white                                                                                                I must secure a flag pole and watch it blow in the wind

I am the grateful and the proud holder of my 48 state flag                                                                                    May God wrap us all in the blue color of vigilance, perseverance, and justice.
08192017FBTGPSContest, Blowing In The Wind, Nicola Byrne, 4P

Poem Details | by MICHAEL MALONE |
Categories: confusion, death, faith, father, forgiveness, life, loss, love, body,

life in america

in            her heart i n her body she froze  mevmerize by the  time that she had to 
into her body man that dude

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: allusion, america, anger, child abuse, christian, jesus, sin,

Love Jesus and Keep Stealing and Hating

We accept the GREAT Grace of Jesus, works of pure love
So we get eternity and so much else

Does it mean we defend those who steal and hurt others
again and again and again and again (only westerners)

When we suspect Syria used chemical weapons, we do not wait
We bomb the same day (in whose Name? Hubris, not Jesus)

So, let us help other nations prosper, reduce emigrants
And we will not have to return precious artefacts, pay millions in fines
And have courts tell us, "Don't separate refugee children from Moms"
Because we are forgiven much, given much (USA!) and need reminding:
Don't turn refugees as you did Jews in the 1940s from these shores
Or intern Japanese Americans because we went to war against Germany
(But preferred to turn yellow when race matters impinge on humanity)
Race matters..yes, race matters: even in forgiving, it seems
No, to the question as title to this poem: Let's get real, kinderKinda..

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: america, appreciation, beautiful, culture, environment, growing up, immigration,


I married someone in America, "My royalty" -
But can you look away from Brides in Sari*
That long, silk or chiffon sheet several feet long
Wrapped with tantalizing patterns around
And around, until thrown over her shoulder?
Another act of royal bearing, wearing Sari..

Even the floral tops over pants (Kurtah-pajama)
Become these stars - even in zillahs - far from Bollywood
The elegance was first sensed in my Mom in Africa
Yes, I was raised by Hindu-Muslim folk far from India
But with all the curries, puri, chapati, samoosa, subjee
Any South Asian would die for, even in sumptuous America..

LORD shows me these hard-working Moms who give
And never stop giving: see them in USA
Right under your noses, running businesses
Going home and cooking real food from scratch
Even to the n'th course with heavenly deliciousness
I cannot imagine the non-stop cultural fountains
They draw from, to love so much: man and children
Add grandchildren, and her energy yet abounds
So, I know what I missed, when I emigrated..
From Hades, I watch Abraham's Bosom
Without blame: praying for those in villages
Without much water, or sanitary napkins, yet 
As sanitary as Princesses: cooking, healing, generating
The next great doctor, computer guru for you
And for me, in the WestIndia's loss and mine
Are your gain: God loves you so much..
Say that to yourself when U see a South Asian lady
(Now you know why your eyes linger on my Sister)

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, humanity, love,

Subtle Beauty

My best recall is that I saw her for the first time at a Starbucks store several weeks agoApproaching the door with two large bags, she hesitated and   seemed puzzledI suspected she knew that she was welcomed to enter, but the bags would be forbiddenI sensed that she was concerned about her bags and whispered, "I will watch them for you"She quickly obliged as her perplexity vanished, and she, with a sense of ease, entered the store    

I have seen her several times since as a faceless, unemotional, and very gentle homeless personBut last Saturday, I saw her in a very different light as I was engaged in conversation with a couple of friendsI tell you, life is such a joy if we dare take a moment to capture what so few of us seem to notice               

As we were conversing and laughing, I looked to my right and was arrested by a beautiful smileSuddenly, she had a warm connection with us, and our eyes and smiles assured her of our loveSuddenly, the homeless, the faceless, and the nameless lady was being enriched by our conversationPerhaps she remains homeless, but a snapshot of her emotion and smiling face now       rest in our hearts.

10312018PoSoupContest, Early November 2018, Brain Strand; 1P

Poem Details | by curtis johnson |
Categories: america, christian, home, love,

Have You Seen Her

I saw her the other day with  large bags at a coffee store                                                                                I'd never been as close, but it's possible I'd seen her before

She wanted to enter, but realized her bags could not go with her                                                                                              My offer to watch her bags till she returned was my best offer

Several weeks later, I saw her not quite as strange and faceless                                                                
We had connected with her whose eyes and smiles were priceless  

Sitting nearby, we noticed that she was enjoying our conversation        
and releasing her beauty like a breakthrough of 'social elevation'        

Many of us have seen such people, but we look right through them            Most times, we choose not to make eye contact with her or him

We don't want them in our neighborhood, nor too close to us                                                                                                          We are content that they do their own thing and not make a fuss

We say, "Why can't they pick themselves up by their bootstraps"?                                                                       Many of us go through bad times and find a way out of mishaps".

Sometimes, we are arrogant and proud of our secluded address,                 never realizing that we could be three checks from homelessness

11012018PoSoupContest, Overlooked Beauty, Jesse Rowe

Poem Details | by Tyler Hernandez |
Categories: addiction, america, art, betrayal, childhood, loss, love hurts,

You Know You, As I know One

I see your pain
You have nothing to hide
I see your enemy's
I hear their lies
I see fear in your eyes
Your bitter cry's
You choose to give up
You choose to give in
And you ask why you never win
You drink yourself to death
And beg for no breath
Yet you still move
And you once use to grove
Where did you obtain this gloom?
Was it the darkness of the earths room?
Do you wish for a early doom?
I will not allow it to come so soon
Must I suffer just like my mother?
Or will I leave and find another?
I have few family left
Two sisters, grandma, grandpa, and three brothers
You wish for my best
But suffer like the rest
Why are you so much of a mess
Have I not done the best?
I understand
I shall fade
But I will see you another day
When we are on a better way

Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: 12th grade, adventure, allegory, allusion, america, analogy, philosophy,

I LOVE MYSTERY and share Godward Meditation

God had a thought
That is the Universe
Including you, sun, stars, grasses
Like the Eternal Author
All else are merely prop and personae

God's thought may be like an Ocean
I enjoyed being a wave
From the tiniest drop in the ocean
I became a ripple; I grew
I loved growing.and rushing forward
Though I saw others bigger and more colorful
Crashing on the shores of mortality
Sinking back in Oneness with Ocean

I plunged forth, gathering speed and form
(Foam too, as I frothed at the competition)
I towered above other waves; was the envy of surfers
I can see I will crash and die
But I am in my prime, in the heart of Ocean
I cannot be a pessimist (so close to July 4th)
I keep moving on, hot sun or cloud notwithstanding:
Last night I dreamed of looking back at Ocean
To compare our relative sizes
I must have grown mighty, too, I dreamed
My ego was me: a false me, without steam
I know I will be part of Ocean again
In the mind of a Good God
Who thought the Universe in a split second
And the thought wants to make God the object?

Poem Details | by Jerry Troiano |
Categories: america, confusion, devotion, fear, life, love, youth,


The winning touchdown scored that fall – lingered,
As fresh a memory of that night,
As when the sound of the crowd filled his ears, 
And her kisses were warm and deep.

Only to have all that was planned and lay ahead,
Turned upside down and changed forever,
By a draw with no heart or conscience,
And the power to hurl him a world away.

To an ancient land turned killing-field,
A Grunt – slogging through jungles and paddies,
Always scared, yet true to his duty and buddies,
Amid a carnage that numbs his every fiber,

And with every letter, package or paper from home,
Compounding his hurt and feelings of loss,
His thoughts turn to why he is here,
But he is here; so, he will do what is asked of him.

And to return to the states is his greatest wish,
But he sees the lists of MIAs and KIAs,
And does what he must do,
To ease his pain and struggle on through.

He might make it home and pick up the pieces,
Of a life so drastically altered,
Or his final glory just might be, those “Friday Night Lights”,
Pale pink lipstick and warm fall kisses.

Poem Details | by John Crowe |
Categories: america, car, culture, love, passion, yellow,

My Old Car

Every inch of you I know by heart Every nut and bolt Every greasy part You've been with me Through thick and thin Sometimes I thought You'd never start again But with a kind word And a stroke of your dash A wiggle of the key And a pump of the gas You'd start right up With an extra loud roar Your body would shake And the smoke would pour Just quick trips I can't take you far But I'd never trade you in I love you, my old car

Poem Details | by John Crowe |
Categories: america, family, home, leaving, life, love, time,

You Can Never Go Back

You can never go back  That's what they say  But, you never listen  And you go anyway  When I pulled into town  It was almost the same  Everything looks smaller  But, its you that has changed  The stores are all there  But, they have different names  And it's still on the sidewalk  Where I carved my name  I went by the old house It now was a different color All the good times we had I thought of my mother And that's what I miss It's not about the place It's about all the love Of which now there's no trace So, I got in my car  There was nothing left to see  I left that small town forever But, I kept the memories
Author's Note: Does anyone recognize the house pictured?

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: america, appreciation, beautiful, birth, dedication, together, visionary,


FOR THE LOVE OF HUMANITY I have no back no front. But, I can stand beside you. I can be your friend - Your ally in time of world war. United States of America - What is the state of today? Are we losing focus of a better way? Or Are we gaining in eradication? I have a holistic hub of advice. I am here when you need a good cry. When the situation calls for a hug, I will wrap my arms around you. United States of America – North America is magnanimous. We are a part and diverse. That is of a beautiful world. For the love of humanity – Let’s come together and Make a better place to live. This is our country - as it is. ______________________________________| Written March 22, 2016! Enriched is the mind that embellishes the soul! World is us - World is the universe.

Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: america, anti bullying, community, conflict, discrimination, hate, love,

Today's Homily

In those days, when we feared the truth

not for ignorance of it within ourselves

but for the dangers posed by speaking aloud
against the prejudices of masses too well-tutored

in lies and hatred, we kept our secrets

and hid among the crowds, assuming

their rabid colorations, spewing the same

evil venom, spreading all the same lies,

pretending that the past was better

than the present, that regression

to our yesterdays, the years gone by,

could create for us, anew,

that Eden we all lost, that sanctuary

from our knowledge of the world, of evil;

and, our regained ignorance

would restore the bliss we lost

with our innocenceThat, the biggest lie,

feeds our growing xenophobia --

hastens humanity's ultimate demise.

Time does not flow backwards in this universe;

and there is no "us versus them" --

we are all crowded here together

on this fragile planet, all in this together.

We must be kind, and love one another, or die.

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, america, art, books, business, celebration, celebrity, christmas, city, culture, dedication, depression, family, farewell, farm, feelings, film, freedom, goodbye, growing up, history, home, house, i love you, image, life, lost, money, music, native american, new york, paradise, patriotic, people, places, political, pride, today, tribute, truth, usa, world,

young American days

                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 



Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, bible, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, faith, forgiveness, freedom, fun, god, hope, identity, introspection, jesus, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, patriotic, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, society, sorrow, world,

God's Purpose of the Rainbow

There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   

Poem Details | by rachel blake |
Categories: absence, addiction, america, anniversary, beautiful, best friend, body, boyfriend, career, change, clothes, desire, emotions, farewell, feelings, first love, for him, future, goodbye, growing up, heart, how i feel, i love you, longing, me, miss you, nostalgia, poems, romance, sad love, simple, soldier,

The First Goodbye

laying in your bed
watching you
get dressed
the permanent ring in the
back pocket
of your blue jeans
i’m missing you already

Poem Details | by stephen crenshaw |
Categories: 2nd grade, addiction, america, angel, anniversary, anxiety, appreciation,

Love The Lord Thy God

Moses opened the "Red sea",and "Jesus Christ" raised "The Dead"through "The Lord God Almighty"!!! Praise The Lord! He holds all the cards! I think it is a good idea to "Praise The Lord"!!! That is not "Hard"!!! Praise The Lord!! Moses opened "The Red Sea" and destroyed "The Enemy".We praise praise "The Lord"! Jesus Christ raised the "Dead",healed the sick,and helped the poor,and we thank "God for all that he has done through his "Only "begotten "Son"! The Lord God Almighty works through anyone, to include "Moses',and his "Only" begotten "Son"! "God is "ONE"! Tell me that I cannot have a son!"God Created "Everything and Everyone"!Who are you to say that "God cannot have a "Son"? You are not "God" : He created You!God Created a man to create computers,evolution,and the "Universe too"!You can't fool "God",because "God is "The Master" ;True,True,True!

Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: america, beach, beautiful, beauty, blue, city, earth, environment, feelings, fishing, freedom, fun, happy, how i feel, july, june, life, love, muse, ocean, peace, places, summer, sun, travel, uplifting, wind, world,

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.

Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.

Poem Details | by Natasha Horton |
Categories: africa, america, angel, basketball, betrayal, bridal shower, cute love,


Separation rules the nation it seems
Our race decrease the identity that cannot be redeemed

Yes we have amicable lives whom still believe in MLK's dream
The steam from our hatred of deceit and misfortune 
Has brought our brains to be washed in them

I feel like my people don't understand fear
Only the kind that could end your life or when the boys in blue are near

It's very rare for a black community to have unity
Even though their own may bring forth destruction or present a bad opportunity

Blind in a path of darkness, deciding to change but it's too late
Went down the wrong road and took the bait

Putting ourselves in situations we didn't want to create
It's Satan's job to keep you in that place

But God said to repent and He'll forgive and it'll be erased
What's happening to us in this world today?
It's very obvious where some of our people's priorities lay

Are we really that distracted
On the hottest rapper, shoes, money, and fashion
Disaster is right around the corner while your're ignoring the real problem that's about to happen

Reactions are suppose to be in the realm of wisdom
Being in your feelings can sometimes be the end of your feedom

Just listen to what people say and what they do
Why? Trust me, they are watching your every move

You were born to win and not loose
Let's encourage one another and not be abused

By those who taught us the false hood of our heritage
For it goes beyond Harriett Tubman

We are royalty 
Kings and Queens with true loyalty

Now we have become jokers and servants
Stripped for our knowledge to be non-observant

To follow the rules of this land
Limits us by a simple code through the government's hands

Tobacco and liquor stores on every corner
Yet shutdown the programs the kept our kids out of trouble

Double negatives that play in our lives
Despise those who take our future for granted and not recognize that we were structured not to survive 

Open your eyes
For time is not on our side

Never was and never will be
Yet we still have control of what we face and see

Clock is ticking 
No more wishing 

That circumstances will change 
Yes, faith can rearrange all things

Pray about it, trust and witness your abundance 
For we have always been the chosen ones from each end of the compass

Wake up and know who you are
For God has brought us this far to reach the stars

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, character, christian, class, community, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, culture, dedication, devotion, faith, kids, forgiveness, freedom, god, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, political, relationship, religion, religious, rights, school, sin, spiritual, student, uplifting,

We Need God Back Into Our Schools

We Need God Back Into Our Schools!

There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”

For many years,  God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!

As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!

Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!

Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!

Read the headlines!  Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!

Another shooting…  Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!

The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!

Let me give you answer It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!

Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!

Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!

Please come Lord Jesus!  And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!

No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?

By Jim Pemberton   10/24/13

Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: america, character, courage, desire, heart, hope, love,

Citadel Heart

I am just a beating heart
red from the start and damned with a dream
a spiking scream upon the Hope and Hell seam,
the world passes through me, revealing suffering and the heavenly,
I make a scene, as I put together my pump, thump and bump melody
a feather on fire for the fortune of creativity, for you, my vicious vitality,

Just a beating heart I am
bleached bright by the balm of calm kisses,
quickened by the kick of Passion's lick, thick on the senses,
I get fattened on fast lust, valves bulging, arteries divulging my truest wishes
drenched I am in cherry jam, as Love's current cracks the dam
the gush and rush, pooling plushly, a sweet span
learn to share I know I can,

Just a beating heart I am
wrenched by the warfare of savage offenses, demonic curses,
a pillar of flame in the face of Hate's hurricane, avenging abuses,
of lies and lynchings I have no use, with a Rebel beat I use no ruses,
for all I've done no sham excuses, totally loyal to my Divine Muses,
I have survived artful assassins and the gravest depressions, felt how anger bemuses,
of others' I have punctured and captured without desire to harm,
and I have been ruptured, fluttered and raptured by the sexiest charm,

I am a beating heart, like you,
wet and red, defying dread, blessed with you, Beauty full fed -


Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: adventure, america, courage, death, dedication, devotion, education, hero, history, how i feel, imagery, inspiration, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, love, me, memorial day, memory, men, obituary, ocean, old, parents, passion, patriotic, peace, poetry, political, pride, remember, sad, sea, social, soldier, son, teen, teenage, time, usa, veterans day, voyage, war, wisdom, youth,

If Old Men Fought

An old man looking out his door,
gaze fixed on a distant shore,
reminiscing to a time, not of happiness,
or, the prospect of a bright future,
to when he was sick to his very core,
to when as a youth, he went to war

A time before infallibility had meaning,
patriotism and bravado the craze,
the future was still unknown,
vigor for life at its all time high,
a time for romance, partying, buying,
no thought of pain, deformity, dying

Too young to understand or question,
ship to foreign shore, medals abound,
will impress the girls next time in town,
sacrifice not temporary,
forever more,
a legacy etched into a wall, few will remember,
flesh shredded, burned, torn,
families mourn

A time, when he willingly went to war,
will happen no more,
all lost in youth, now unrelenting,
no blind obedience,
minimal risk,
long life, his number one ambition

As he turns back from the door,
he thinks of the youth,
here now, soon no more,
lessons never learned,
the call to war,
to common the roar,
complacency the mood,
another generation removed

The old man agonizes
over what was originally not known,
war is preventable,
life too precious to waste,
the solution simple,
his vision, maybe too late

Send old men to the front to fight,
arthritis, heart disease, poor eyesight,
let the youth enjoy their life,
his near over, its only right

Send old men, to the front, to fight
ask them to give up their life,
patriotism and bravado, still alive,
will and desire would not last the night,
old men do not rush to death in their twilight,
failure inevitable, the old man smiles,
knows he's right

Wars not possible,
if old men, are sent to fight