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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: birth, change, conflict, death, eulogy, life, longing, love, sun,

Death of the Poet Destroyer

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience dark and gray a never-ending war!
A giant cyclone of a thousand thoughts swirled around this little girl.
Inflicting away the pain, through the comfort of others pen
The way she twisted and twisted life’s perception was out of her control
Inside she knew the glass slipper was never hers to show off
She is baring nothing but a tainted pen, walking throughout eternity’s sand
A prosecutor of misdeeds, accomplishing what, without knowing the way
Departing from her fractured self, she begins to slip into a righteous form,
Twirling her twilight's pen like a baton, spinning it to one final stand
She awakens in a dream, where her sadness does not allow the light to reform
Her body is weak and pale against the birth of her undying sun
Staring down into the deepness of every-bodies abyss
Inside all souls is where she felt lighter, than the retarded sun gives
A crimson sky follows her just to reveal her diminished soul,
A life of shunning out the city glow will always dwell deep inside her
Sleeping under society as one, insulting the taste of innocent blood
Forgetting the vengeance, in a dimension where the pen is mightier than the sword
How did she let it come to this?
In one feeling she fell in love with the spirit of the living rhyme 
Watching from a cave, with a diabolical look
Refusing to grasp the self - nature and kill off the destroyer's will
A price beyond this enigmatic world, craving to be just like them
Condemning her meaning to a blasphemy of white butterflies
Destroying her poetic meaning that was destined to dance a tangle of endless rage
In love with the essence of her deceased will
She clings on to the dimness and brilliance at the same time
All corpses lost beyond the girl in question,
Sympathetic in a bizarre language, she mutters out sweetness
Her heart mended, recognizing all the adoration and poetic addiction
Exchanging the real terror, fixated by the life force of her poetic destruction
Giving birth to a new revelation
Now she will never deceive her love for the making of true art,
Not wanting to belong in this wretched world with her destroying criteria,
Her soul sails looking for a new era where love will no longer generate
As she loathes the love and decides not to destroy this generation with hate

At last, longing this one day with the angel of death
With a closing teardrop, one last thought
My death will not be the end; only the ascension~


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beauty, birth, december, love, mother, spiritual, winter,

Birth Of A Swan

Out of the darkness star-lanterns’ beam finds an awakening dream - a strewn snowy stream gracing the depths of the black swan night Earthbound from the realm of the pulsing Polaris -- traveling through time zones of timeless inspiration to timeworn emotions -- snowdrops aquiver with purity and fluidity waft down in a shiver of night glow with the pale softness of the first pearly plumage through the ripening plum of a twilight turn rich in intuitive fertility where points of illumination germinate on the Cusp of Prophecy and cultivate in the star-dusted zenith of Capricorn Inspirited by the steadfast fire of the North’s guiding gold her solstice soul of innate sparkle - a whorl of Oneness in sky-dancing swirl ever enchanting the chilled expanse - lifts the sinking sun and celebrates in a Winter festival of cosmic love tilting the axis of polar points re-balancing the swoon of the sun and the moon - whispered gifts cast adrift like white-winged echos lilt with the lightness of vesper hymns resurrecting the youth in December’s dawning bloom with renewed petals passion-dipped in rebirth; flaring fingers of narcissus light lengthen - bestirring dying embers in heartened hope’s hearths and delaying the daily dim of scarlet-scarfed sunsets radiate with lifeblood-promises of warming tomorrows Unifying luminous energy within and without plush in the lush phenomena of Spirit and Nature she comes to nest and rest on maternal sandy shores destined to glide liquescent circles fluent in her transcendent love E a r t h b o r n Susan Ashley December 20, 2018 ~~~ the Birth Of A Swan is dedicated to my beloved mother, AliceHer birthday was on the winter solstice, December 21, 1936She embodied all that is revered in the symbolism of both the swan and the winter solstice, and will always be loved, cherished and missed by those of us fortunate enough to call her mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend ~~~ *black swan night: until their discovery, it was presumed that black swans did not exist and that all swans were white; hence the expression, a black swan, referring to something impossibly fantastic, or a phenomenon that occurs even though it had been thought to be impossibleIn the context of this poem, black swan represents the unique nature of this rare night as an extreme event of good fortune* *the paper white narcissus flower is the birth flower of December and represents youthful innocence, faith and new beginnings*

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: birth, christian, christmas, love, peace,

When Jesus Christ was Born

Stars have never told a lie when wise men look unto the sky.
Messages from God on high, of happiness his angels cry,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
Wise men travel through a land 
with stately camels over sand,
Their caravan majestically grand
When Jesus Christ was born.

Shepherds watching over sheep, baby lambs they safely keep.
Some of them were fast asleep on a mountain rough and steep,
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
An Angel to these men appear
Saying they should have no fear
For the Christ child is now near,
When Jesus Christ was born.

To Bethlehem they journey long, Joseph with his love so strong,
Mary with child had done no wrong; the baby did to God belong
Soon dawns a blessed morn.
This baby comes to save from sin
No rooms were found in any Inn
A stables all they found for him
When Jesus Christ was born.

A star shone brightly overhead, lighting up this humble shed,
A lowly manger for his bed, the joyful news had quickly spread
When dawned that blessed morn.
Here wise men came and gifts did bring
Shepherds bowed to their new King
Mankind rejoices while angels sing
When Jesus Christ was born.

Contest: One of your Best

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: adventure, life, lost love, love, nostalgia, death, birth, death, ocean,

Birth and Death

The sun and moon conceived a star shooting through time and space born within the ocean delivered upon its waves while Beethoven's sonatas softly played nightly gales whispered those tunes to all the seashells beach sand passed through coral reefs as soles of lovers feet tread buried in beach fires deep begging the earth most humbly to draw a breath but over the cliff the hurricane's wind blew until death from those turbulent ocean waters came a sailor's truth watching a passing ship with broken sails and ghostly crew waiting as death cast it's ending shadow old, yet new sending those born in ocean waves back to the waters blue in birth and death none shall overcome casting us away to where everything was once created in it's hidden depths and there began an understanding between birth and death, a truce
Inspired by: John FKennedy." We are tied to the oceanAnd when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came." 9112007

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, birth, change, inspiration, life, light, love,

Justice in the Quest For Love

I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle dream,
My heart an embodiment of wonder to all that dared to behold it
Closing my eyes, I would find myself knowing something new would shine my way
Had I known what was coming, the dawn would seem far less appealing...

As all journeys begin, a darkness began to veer its head
The plot of reality melted in dissonant chords..
Dark blue fogs of doubt caked my mind and heart 
Though the longing for love never left..
And had it left, no dawn would await me 

I saw there were rules setting a foundation for my intensely embarked mark 
I knew if I were to feel any twinge of fire, 
I must first be rid of the fog...or at the very least find my way through it 
How it stung as it hit my virgin skin, not like gentle clouds talking me through it, 
Caressing, surrounding and seducing
No, like a poison, the bleak thickness of the doubt choking me 
Reducing me to child's tears...I toiled through its torments, 
I rested upon rough rocks of rhetorics 
Admiring their vitality and honesty..
At one point in time I had convinced myself that I was one of them 
A rock- cold, rough..hardened and overlooked...destined to crumble 
Though more demands surfaced on this quest for love's Justice 

Weakened by the blue fogs blackening,
 I cried out in the pit of my heart, surrendering before me 
Words...kept so long inside..
I freed them from the strongholds of my darkest nights 
And soon there was a deep, hypnotizing reply..

Justice, tall and proud, said from above the sinking pit, 
"True, I have seen you before, 
A token of adoration you have become, 
Crying night after night in melodious black, 
With little to take, and everything to give..
My demands are simple, as your longing is profound, 
You, yes, you! Take my hand so I may hold you tightly..." 

My mouth agape, I stretched out my hand to meet the vines of his fingers 
Clutching in sparks, he breathed into me life..and promise of love 

"Surrender your heart to the hope of love 
When you find you are not alone, as none of you are, 
When you praise with your singsong words that passion has altered, 
Giving all to a soul you have yet to see, 
You shall feel my hand lift you as I do now..
Soon once more, you shall learn- the dawn will always be dawn 
And the night will always be your velvet pathway to Beyond." 

This, Justice proclaimed in the voice of a thousand cries of birth 
The overtones spilling out in rainbows of rapture 

It was soon after his visit, I knew I must perform..
Surrender, faith, and action Three keys to the same door..
And they, golden and alight, were in my hands to use 

The time came when my heart grew roses, thorns and all 
And hearts smashed their way through, though I cherished the burn..
Fogs still lingered in the alleyway of fear 
And now I knew not to inch my way near 

For the punishment he had whispered like darts in my ear, 
"If you, now seeing the truth, dismember your heart, 
I will crush your petals into black abyss, 
I will reduce you to dust, leaving the thorns, 
I am animal in the face of failure, 
My tolerance for hate is shorter than an ant beholding a mountain 
And if you so much as reject my call, 
Hate is exactly what I will allow, 
And it will destroy you, oh singing heart..." 

This I ask of Justice, on the day of my calling, and yet still today..- 
"Tell me, oh spirit, 
Phantom of Epiphany, 
When the love I so long for locks tightly upon me, 
Becoming me, 
Shall it be as I dreamed, 
Or shall I be wholly disappointed, 
Left in the agony of reality, 
Where roses grow, thorns and all..
Only to wither...and die..

He was so gentle...that he merely smiled and left me..

It was right away, soon after his departure, 
That I felt he never would fully leave..
He allowed me to weave my own dreams, 
Finding out for myself if reality was truly as magical as they write 
And as for an answer, as dull as this may is..

I, like many tearful martyrs before me, 
Continue to long for a love that will fulfill me 
Often reality teases me, and I know not if she is demon or angel 
Though one day, I will see reality is on my side, ugly or not 
The play of my flitting heart still beating its rhythmic drums 
The rainbows of overtones lulling me into ecstasy, 
As I see words of wisdom thriving in the hands that save 

This, though little, I know- 
Love is justice of reward beyond our wildest dreams 
He sings to us every night, never making promises..
He just smiles and allows us to live it 
He allows us to discover, and in turn give..
To enlighten others still trapped in the ruts of fog 
Once we feel it, there is no turning back 
Please do not let him crush those roses you have made..
Even their foundations were meant to reach the skies 
Touching the brightest dawn...and Beyond..

 -For Justin Bordner's "Love Justice" Contest 
Love you loads, and thank you immensely for inspiring me! 

Poem Details | by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories: birth, light, love,

Autumn's Door

Creedence aligned along the corridores of passage
Which usher in through the portends
This Autumn's door....
Such colourful banners a latitudes sprinkling
Flowering waters of repose that still echo
Inside, these sanctuaries walls
Guarded by the sentry whom stands at their gate
The entrance unto the destined temple
Of the blessed, as eternal Soul....
Silver and gold adorning nativities scene
A sacred reminder of divinities call
To have and to hold such prophetical promises
Profound, laid afore this starlit altar
Treasures as verse whose words do echo
Atop the tumbling of her organs keys....
Assembling choirs their Angelic voices
Proclaiming these melodies in harmonic chords
Whileas the infant smiled, and gazed into the future
..In, through the Autumn's Door ~

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: birth, i love you, mother son,


For nine long long months I longed to greet you We’ll if I’m perfectly honest … You were so snug in your home you stayed for an extra ten days! I had waited patiently for your arrival and couldn’t wait to hold you in my arms Finally the day arrived and I discovered they don’t call it labour for nothing … It was damn hard work! But twenty-four hours later you arrived in the world I guess every mother thinks her child is the most beautiful You were gorgeous! With fine downy blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes I counted your tiny fingers and toes You were absolutely perfect Later that evening I sat in a comfy chair to feed you Looking out of the window I saw soft snowflakes swirling It was so so beautiful tears started to fall Now, whenever I see snowy scenes I think of you my precious son 12~08~16 Mr Fondest memory Contest Sponsored by Frank Herrera

Poem Details | by Alunamda Yokwe |
Categories: birth, blessing, child, creation, emotions, love, mother,

You took my life as I gave you yours

Nervous, apprehensive, determined most of all
Excitement on hold, a job to be done
His greatest gift, holy, our creation.
I was prepared, clarity in vision.
Betrayed, a body incapable of my goal.
The journey we started forced to an end,
Mind over matter now meaningless sentiment.

Consent hurriedly signed as corridors sped by
Smell and sounds unfamiliar to our plan,
Masked faces, green gowns occupy our space
Determination gives way to trepidation uncontrolled.
Your father takes my hand, soul now stilled
Presence of his strength restoring all calm.

Searing pain, tearing through me, more than I can bare
Again the end goal grows too far,
You are within reach, unable to be touched
The seconds tick by, clock jealous of our need.
Finally the cocoon that was your home releases you,
A screwed up face and manhood presented to me.
Overwhelmed, emotions lightening in speed
You are here, your arrival the greatest event.

An afternoon spent lost in your gaze,
Confirmation perfection on earth exists.
Stars appear in the night sky
Wearily, with reluctance, utata kisses us goodbye.

The phone call arrives,
Urgency the need,
The greatest day turned inside out.
Your life safe I faced my own mortality
Seconds, minutes, hours all pass by
Again and again dark skies give way to light.

Awake! Scared! Fear foremost in my mind.
What happened to my child?
Why do I not feel you near?
Your father’s hand never far from mine
His eyes reflect my fear,
But knowledge gives him ease, relief has found him.

Tests, observations, all stealing time from me
Never a woman’s need for her kin has been so great.
The warmth of your skin a glove to my heart.
A life spared, second chance, saved by God’s grace.

The years pass by, 10 in all,
Sometimes you question my humanity
Forever I reassure you I will never leave.
Your heart, your blood they are part of me,
Entwined are our souls, never to be freed.

You took my life as I gave you yours,
It was You who gave birth to me,
For you created a mother, 
A higher being.

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 Aiyah Torres |
Categories: birth, christian, faith, love,


He is the only King who touched my soul.
In his arms, I found my self whole.
He pulls me up when I was down.
He saves my soul in flaming lawn.

Through His Father, the Sovereign God.
He was sent in Earth with all His love.
By the womb of woman with faith and trust,
A child was born ,brought the message from God.

He is the light that shines my way.
The inspiration to face every battle.
He is the strength when I am weak.
He is the closest friend I used to speak.

Whenever rain pour down the sky.
I thank God when he sees me cry.
I remember the love that so divine.
When He sent to us His begotten son.

** 3rd Place Winner in Debbie Guzzi's Contest:Jesus & Mary for Easter **

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: baby, birth, child, love, mother, son,


You came to me on angels wings
Your smile was so divine,
I looked into your big blue eyes
Not believing you were mine.

With skin so soft and hair of down
You came to me that day,
And as I held you on my breast
You stole my heart away.

Sweet child if you could ever know
The love I felt for you,
As the years flew quickly by
That love just grew and grew.

So I’ll just quietly watch you grow
Into a man my son.
I want you to know what a privilege it is 
For me to be your mom.

Written by Brenda  Meier-Hans
Gautami Phookans Contest:
The Sweetest Touches of Verse

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, birth, emotions, love, princess, star, sun,

Darling It's You

To take you in these arms right now 
flower you rise regal sunflower 
Sparkling petals over a princess
Whispering silently and softly 
I am your pilgrim 
who would do battle
for your sweet loving hand

Fluttering in deep tongues of light
Waving lashes turning over inside the brain
Totally smitten in your shining jewels 
silver dazzling in a milky smile 
Shimmers in your deep delicious beauty love
Always will be forever with me 
inside you my dream

Lady of light you shine a promise made 
sparkling crowns a vision rose
The moon is my banner there and back 
Standing on the edge with you
when sunsets dance their brilliance 
This is were I make my peek 
my total love open 
I have to you 

At those words 
falling I am at you're feet
Worshiping the very ground 
on which you stand out  
Queen of hearts 
who captured this soul beautiful

This I co wrote with someone whom I spent time with writing just to say it has taken to now to post for me this was a very special piece took months to write from a heart 

Poem Details | by Guru Jad |
Categories: age, birth, journey, love, lust,

A Long Journey Made Short

Little Innocence was forged into the world 
A shrill Sound flickered around the expecting eyes
Laughter carved out of marble 
A statue thought to beat immortality 
Yet Fear had a surprise
It crept into the cradle with ease
Laughter was choked
Tears burst instead
And Sadness had a form
Evil found in youth a red soil
Jealousy marched with Envy
Lust befriended Desire
Until cupid threw a bunch of arrows
Adventure appeared
Excitement beyond description
A Thrill with no past
Sentiments were aroused
Pride threw some words
Ego played its part
And when Love meddled to defend its territory
The Heart bled in utter silence! 

© Guru Jad 2013

Poem Details | by Kristin Reynolds |
Categories: family, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, peace, people, thank youwords, heaven, heaven, leaving, mother,

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wideBeads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal sunsHer angst was palpable“What is it!”
     The air was stillThere were no wordsJust the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope   
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space
     It was the only feeling that existed
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such thingssuddenly, I feel like an intruderthere are too many 
eyes, words and moments hereso it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect momentthey will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very firstNone.)
“It’s a boy.” she whisperedHer throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not reallyLike 
she’d known it all along“My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger“He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed“Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at herHe knewHe’d known it all along“And I’ll love you 
     The world closed its shades thenLeaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.

*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.

Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: allusion, anger, baby, beautiful, betrayal, birth, creation, culture, death, desire, divorce, dream, february, flower, future, grief, heartbreak, humanity, humorous, husband, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, poetry, rose, sin, trust, wife, wisdom,

A bloody Rose

Roses here, Roses there, bloody roses everywhere. February brings them to our life, while others hide a broken wife. Young girls dream of their shining white knight, when do you think they'll see, it's nowhere in sight. Single men try everything to be romantic, ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it. While romance fills their heads, I'm aware of the last lives it brought to death. The rose is not this passionate flower, butt the very thing that causes humans lives to go sour. Nine months later, in mid of November, young girls begin the day they will always remember. With the babies cry with its first breath of life, There's a dad trying to work out how to tell his wife. A family is born, and a family is broken, this is all because, of that bloody rose. written 14th of February 2017

Poem Details | by Arturo Michael |
Categories: birth, christmas, love, peace,

A Serving of Joy

                   A Potluck of people can be hard to digest or assimilate

                                Different customs ~ Different taste

                       Only one dish can truly satisfy the human race
                                           A serving of Joy

                                  Placed on the table by Love
                                           Christmas Day

Poem Details | by C T |
Categories: birth, lost love, love, sorrow,

It returns in different form

Should it hurt?
The word "LOVE"
A gift of happiness, 

A breath to breath combination
stomach rotation, when love is gone

Should it hurt?
Moving on!
Pulling oneself together
After falling far from heartache 

A feeling hard to bare
until another comes along

The End


Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, blue, class, computer, corruption, creation, dad, day, deep, girl, love, love hurts, missing, missing you, moon,

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?

Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Poem Details | by JADAZZLE UNITED |
Categories: birth, family, love, mum,

Bronte Inspiration 4 - Specially Written For Tim Smith


Little Patrick in the nursery playing with his toys 
Asks ''MUM'' can I have a sister like the other girls and boy ?
His friends have told him in playschool about their expanding families
Our little boy wants a sibling and we are only too happy to please 
With every waking moment , we climb those Bronte stairs 
Or get cosy on the sofa, the foot stools and easy chairs 
We felt that we had tried so hard and we had little left to give
The doctor told us that our test had come back positive 

We are so very blessed Patrick’s a lovely little boy
He looks just like his daddy; he is our pride and joy
Despite the fact he’s young and only just aged three
He is so excited at the expected addition to the family
Only yesterday he brought me his favourite teddy
Put it in the nursery for when the time is ready
He would love a sister and has chosen a lovely name
I’ve told him to be patient we must play the waiting game.

Patrick often cuddles up and touches your tummy 
Says ' I can feel her growing inside you mummy '
His much loved chicken nuggets he shares with you 
Come on mum , you know you've got to eat for two 
We giggle as Patrick’s patience grows shorter
I'm just hoping that we have a beautiful daughter 
He wants a sister with every ounce of his heart 
I'm praying that we can do our part.

The time for the birth is now drawing near
With you by my side I have nothing to fear
Patrick is due to stay with his little friend 
To keep him amused on them we depend
Finally the waters break and the baby is on it way
We hurry to the hospital we have waited for this day
At last the baby arrives she has such a lovely face
Patrick’s name is so apt for her, so we have named her Grace

We take care to involve our son in all we try to do 
Taking every opportunity to inspire hearts and minds a new 
Our children have their moments and sometimes they misbehave 
With love and careful guidance, we have a million memories to save 
So many children's giggles and demonstrations of love and care
We give thanks to God for the happiness we share
We've ensured the Bronte house is a happy love filled place
A sanctuary of our own for our children Patrick and Grace

13th June 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson

Poem Details | by Keith Narne |
Categories: birth, change, courage, future, happiness, love, moving on,

Black en White Leaf

Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands Stand strong with mother-nature's deep roots Big Ben wakes ye typhoon then started to dance Awaits for the sunlight to bear fruits Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands The rain will come to wash the blood Big Ben alarm the dead men from the graveyards To a new seed of gain en love Tick-tack thy sound of the branches Checkmate—and time at rest

Poem Details | by Shujaa Sinless |
Categories: beauty, birth, courage, freedom, hair, identity, pride,

Why Not Love My Locks

What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make  and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break

(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters  MORE MORE MORE


I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it

Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack

Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself 
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what??   NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own? 

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, birth, blessing, love, woman, women,


A gift from God holding the right side of man 
one companion blushing Heaven's sky sweet rose 

From the garden of Eden under a tree branches spring 
fountain of youth you bore the fruit of our very existence 

Castles where built crowning your honor gracious 
queen is the mother womb of all life kneels 

Newborn empires rise and set with soft caring sunshine 
delivering us the seed to grow upon this earth 

From one rib joining hands to applaud our beginning 
held in two loving arms you made us all 

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: absence, betrayal, birth, blessing, faith, hate, love,

Under a bridge of tears

We each and everyone have scar tissue 
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue

All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly 
hate tortures all good reasoning over trowing truth

Firstly cursing madness stands as judge 
corrupted fibres removes stitches darned incorrectly

As the tree of life bears fruit from it's branches 
seeds upon this earth has been planted

Like a snowflake born from the living waters of life 
unique in how each of us is constructed underneath

Our souls are immortal holding a frame within time 
the body is merely a temple nourished by golden light

Countdown begins under a corrupted crop sewing lies 
seeing is believing where chastisement begs pardon under oath

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: angel, beautiful, birth, blessing, lonely, love, moon,

Forever calls marriage of the night

The moon is a lonely man's chalice to drink from 
drunken paradise in such darkness we cling unto the light 
where warmth of a thousand candles flickers inside 
there it dances with the shadows of dreams 

Once upon a time crowned with the stars Aura 
perfectly falling like lightening you came in a heart burst
flames one in a hundred miracles lovingly wrapped up 
within a gift gem pearl of the oceans wave turns around 

Caressed through a soul captured breath 
salted with the sweetest spice of the earth's crust cracked 
burning down the mountain trails held in a silent moment 
giving someone the power over us truth heaven is in your beam

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, father, life, lost love, sad,

Birth Of A Child

A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.

She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.

Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: beauty, birth, color, death, dream, love, yellow,

Autumn Fire

Life embracing death in fire
Orange red yellow and brown
Moments hugging before departure
A colour bonanza in sundown

The oranges that you gave me
The tomatoes that I gave you
Nothing in fact in vain has been
Look at them in the autumn hue

Deep orange is the nature
In fading sad summer leaves
Dreams of the lingering life
Autumn wool bleeds and weaves 

Crimson whispers of the cool wind
Into the yellow red and brown
Incites the autumn fire further
Freedom fire in the town

Starved of green I am in fall
Even in transit I am in love 
With this green and yellow life
And your lovely lifeful cup

Glamour game of autumn fire
Golden brown and yellow balls
Colours of the laughing tear
To greet lovely tiny footfalls 

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: birth, lost love, love, romance,

Eden Calling

A ferocious storm battering outside  
heavy winds howling a wolf
angry breaths pelting rain bullets hurl
whistling apple of these eyes
dreaming inside the howling moans
feeling your caress deeply touching  
away our souls in another world kissing
mist falling down weeping inside
dreaming always with you by my side 
A deep sigh of pain yearning loves voice
distant tears weeping from the heart and soul
floating with light into another world
blinded by everything one sees
queen off the rainbows mist 
through lashes bouquet colors
sensing many emotions deeply felt
crying happy crying sad crying glad 
dreaming always with you by my side
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman Collaborative Poem, Free Verse, October 12, 2014

Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: birth, child, love, mother,

Parenthood A Gift

Nine months I carried and waited
for you to come into the world
so I could hold you in my arms.

I knew you were in my womb when
my moods changed and certain smells made
me nauseated sending me
straight to the bathroom vomiting.
Flavor for food had also changed
craving strange foods and lots of ice.

You would stretch, punch, kick, flip, and turn
when you were old enough to move,
even hiccupped once in awhile,
your way of letting me know you
were healthy growing in my womb.

The day arrived; you decided
to make your heartfelt appearance.
The contractions started while I
sat in the bathtub relaxing.
The pain subsided for just a
little while; five minutes later
I knew I was in true labor.

Your dad rushed us into the car
and drove  straight to the hospital.
I was told it wasn't time, but you
decided to proof the nurse wrong.

Those memories long forgotten,
the second I laid eyes on you
at that moment all I desired
was to stare with awe as you slept.

I was intoxicated with
your blissful scent, the feel of your
soft skin, the wrinkled tiny feet
and tiny hands, and charming smile.

Eternal sunshine that was mind
is still my whole joy in my life.
Don't you ever forget you will
always be the love of my heart.


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: beauty, bereavement, bible, birth, caregiving, children, inspirational,

I Love You for My Soul

                                      I Love you for my soul;
                                   As I look around, I've found;
                                      I love you for my soul;
And from my soul is the love of old;
But my love isn't old;
I love you for my soul;
                          I've found that there' nothing to compare;
                                  Nor would I ever, ever, share...
                            You are far beautiful, more than ever...
                 With God and myself, I come, I love you for my soul;
And this sonnet I share with you forevermore;
I love you for my soulI said and I'll Never let you go...
your spirit, body, mind, soul;
       I just want to tell the whole world, that I am yours and you are mine;
                Endlessly through heaven, heaven walking hand in hand;
       Praising, singing, dancing, raising of hands toward God as we..stand;
                                   I love your for my soul;
We worship in heaven together forever;
I just want to tell the whole world, that I am yours and you are mine;
Within this perimeter it's alright and it will be fine;
 Notions fathom costing just a dime;
                            I love you with my soul and I'm not letting go;
and I am neither afraid nor ashamed to tell the whole wide world;
                                    that I...
love you for my soul
Thank God always and Always thank God, for you...

I love you for my soul;
Endlessly through heaven, heaven walking hand in hand;
praising, singing, dancing, raising of hands toward God as we submit endlessly;
Eternally, worshiping Him God as we..stand;
Looking around as the awesome beauty I've found nothing to compare;
Nor would I share with anyone but God;
With God and myself I come I love you with my soul;
I love to but I've allowed God to have complete control;
I won't ever let you go within eternity;
and longer yet I shall say...
I just want to tell the angels also in heaven;
that I love you for my soul;
within this perimeter it's alright and it wall be fine;
while here on this ole world you could buy peace for a dime;
a nickel for your thoughts and your thoughts cost you our lost;
                                                again I am
               Not afraid nor ashamed to tell the whole, whole wide world..
                          God His angels and all creations, that I-I
                                        Love you for my Soul

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: birth, death, loss, love, sorrow,


Mother died
the day you were born
With tears of joy 
in her eyes,
her last breath was womb torn
A forty year journey    ending prematurely

Your first breaths of life,
tiny infant cries,
were swaddled in innocence
Yet to experience the vast vale of guilt tears,
	which would come
hereafter, every year..
Happy birthday sadness
	Blue wails, 
which would often plunge you
into a depression deep
Fathomless waves of a murky,
sad birth memory

Father wept trembling,
when he tightly held you tenderly in his bosom
Looking at his true and new love..
one dead        one alive
	His soul was split asunder
That day, his spirit never wholly recovered;
and shortly thereafter, 
it died as well

And his buried sorrow
would revive,
from time to time,
when he caressed your joyous smile..
Such youthful, unbridled happiness 
Thru you       seeing his beloved radiance     
in her dying, 
		last glowing moment again,
was always very heart-wrenching

I loved you, my dear sister,
the first time I beheld you
Tho’ your three-day-old home welcoming
was a sad happy occasion,
I rejoiced at how God’s grace
gave Mother the strength to carry you
	        into this world

Over these many years, 
I’ve patiently 
tried to understand the terrible pain 
       you’ve borne since birth
A burden of the heart, 
much too heavy for me to ever know

	       I cried often too,
on those bittersweet birthday celebrations — 
Joyous laughter     mixed with     solemn tears;
sad, wet grief of stolen maternal moments,
snatched    by your struggling    survival grasp
Gradually, I’ve come to realize the meaning
	    of being half-orphan
I now admire your ferocious womb tenacity

	So, as the anguished years 
have slowly worn down your umbilical resistance.
your longing desire
to be in Mother’s missed embrace
has forty-fold         increased mightily
Let this be your year of guilt release

As your brother, 
and sibling half-orphan sufferer,
I appeal to you, my beloved sister —  
to look thru Mother’s dying eyes, 
and gain precious   life-giving understanding

Her undying love for you, Bev     have deep roots,
everyday it grows and grows within you
Embrace this branching love, 
			which Mother’s tears of joy 
		showers upon you anew
	  Sacrificing herself,
so that you could breathe long for two: 
	  Your son and you — 
a begat double blessing

Mother's unwrapped womb choice 
is the rarest   most beautiful   birthday gift, 
these loving eyes ever knew