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Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: beauty, celebration, character, creation, heart, inspiration, love,

A Glimpse

guilty as charged i stole it tall every consonant every vowel every word every sentence plagiarized the ocean in its unique shades of blues and greens combined and blended to create its very own colour a tint i call ocean brave covered in water topped off in water surrounded by water immersed in water stunning the ocean plagiarized the beach in unique shades of beiges and whites combined and blended to create a brand new fabric they call it whiskey white a trillion grains parts unknown the total sum of all unified to act as one the beach plagiarized the cloud in unique shades of this and that combined and blended to create mystery spin the wheel if you wish a blank pallet- blush a perfectly complex complexion- luminous coloured in soft and titillating to the touch- pigment oh the touch- intense light as air immaculate the cloud plagiarized the living in unique shades of everything combined and blended to create a cornucopia of finishes, stains combined and blended the world of the living with all its bells and whistles the unmitigated the undisputed overall the living plagiarized guilty as charged i stole it all every consonant every vowel every word every sentence everything i see i feel i invent i write everything plagiarized from just a glimpse of you i am wonderfully, joyfully sick in love and you are everything i do guilty as charged all of it plagiarized
With Lots Of Love Always, armand


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: absence, angst, art, beautiful, best friend, boyfriend, care, caregiving, change, character, conflict, confusion, crazy, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, dream, emotions, faith, family, fear, feelings, fire, first love, for him, forgiveness, friend, friendship, girlfriend, growth, happiness, happy, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you,

Paranoid love

Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind, 
we're not straining, we're not struggling, 
we're not sinking, we're just fine
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried, 
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time
Do you want me all the ways that I am? 
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand, 
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind, 
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires, 
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin, 
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same, 
pleading and begging for more than just a saying, 
but to feel and to see that im not alone, 
with being in this love thats overwhelming
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark, 
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or, 
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out, 
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out, 
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close, 
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go, 
why these tears are building up behind my eyes, 
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires 
and it desires to be your wife
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true, 
tell my my dearest what I mean to you, 
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind 
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, analogy, care, character, courage, hope, how i feel, i love you, life, love, poems, relationship, women, writing,

WHEN I LOVE THEE

I LOVE THEE I am no voluptuous beauty nor do I live a life of purity I can only say: I love wholeheartedly with all I am so truthfully I keep my heart open though it gets hurt so often I avoid to be irate as I know love changes the heart rate.. Guys tried to coo and woo, they say words as for "only you" Yet, hard to believe it is true as I see some untrue I give chances as my heart marks with tact entrances I learned from various instances looking man in romances In places where rules impede, two persons who wants to bid Not of money but of affection, in them must be determination I love thee not of what you have… Not even of who you are but to how you are to me… If I love you, don't tell me much what to do… As me, myself will show you, I am that real and true.. Yes, I am liked by many but tell you what: I don't like this honey nor am I proud of it in anyway One is enough to make me stay Stand with me through it all, I give my best not to fall My name your sweetest call echoing in every wall.. Hold me firm yet dear; allow me to move closely We'll make it anyhow, treading smoothly on flows... We are strong, aren't we? No one moving alone Together we'll face phases in tune, though there will dunes.. ________________________________________________________ © OLIVE ELOISA DGUILLERMO 3:25 pm, 07/13/2013 ***CONTEST: ANY POEM GOES #13 SPONSOR: POET DESTROYER 8TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY) ***Sponsor SKAT A Contest Name Any Old Poem #5 4th place


Poem Details | by Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly |
Categories: character, friend, god, love, remember,

Shopping List

"Shopping List"

Sister Kathy's going shopping and she's asked me for my list,
Needing LOTS of help, so I could not her, resist...

I have a Shopping List not too very long,
But the items listed must be sadly wrong.
My list was made awhile ago, still incomplete,
For it seems I'm shopping for things obsolete,
Or at the least rare, very scarce to uncover,
No longer cultivated, to find, to discover.

At the very top is Love, which should be everywhere,
But not so easy is it to find, leaving me in despair.
I can find ego alright, aplenty all around,
But humility?.So little to be found.
There's apathy and indifference, an abundant supply,
But finding empathy and compassion, the well's gone dry.
Everywhere I turn, there's justification freely spread,
Yet, no accountability found, as others are on, tread.

Truth and honesty are on my list, second from the top,
It seems though, they're out of stock every place I shop.
While lying and deceitfulness are generously promoted,
Handed out like candy, so sweetly, sugar coated.
Honour and respect have become out of season.
Patience and acceptance have lost all their reason.
Gratitude and thankfulness left with news of yesterday;
Now everything is about 'me' the headlines read and say.

Other things I've listed like kindness, hope, and caring,
Compassion and forgiveness, not many up for sharing.
Understanding's not in style, a fad of yesterday,
Passing judgement onto others now on display.
Modesty and privacy, their contracts have run out,
With ostentatious behaviour flaunted all about.
Consideration for others, indefinitely placed on ice,
Manners and politeness gone, along with friendly, nice.

All the many values to build character needed, 
Integrity and virtue, all practically depleted.
Principles and convictions, rocks on which to stand,
Have all but washed away, leaving only shifting sand.

I made my list awhile ago but without much success,
For all the shopping done has caused me great distress.
Even words I'm shopping for can't be found with ease,
Like, "I'm sorry" or "Thank you" or the one, "Please".
I never thought my list to be so arduous a task,
Until I went shopping and then I had to ask,
For items I thought to be to all near and dearly,
Their scarcity alarms me, saddens me severely.

Up and down I've searched, aisle after aisle,
A rarity indeed should I see a happy smile.
I enter every store, every shopping mart, 
Hoping just to fill my empty shopping cart.
I am lucky if I can find just one or two or three
Of the items I've been searching for in every shopping spree.
But the saddest thing of all on my list, at the very top,
Is that genuine Love is hard to find no matter where I shop.

What's so really sad you ask about Love in short supply?
Because Love is within all of us, but still we shun itWhy?
It does seem my Shopping List is much longer than I thought,
But surely ‘twould be nice to find everything I’ve sought.
It is my wish one day to find abundantly all of the above,
And shining in everyone’s hearts the item we know as Love.

Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2014-05-04
All rights reserved.


Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, care, character, community, forgiveness, love,

Friends and Lovers who agree to disagree

Any kind of love worth having,
Understands that disagreements happen,
And does not diminish when the first disagreement surfaces,
No, it will stay around and show its true value,
Not pack a sad and leave the field open to hate and prejudice,
This love that will stand the test of time,
Hold true even in the face of war, or famine,
And will retain its shape, no matter how hard the battering.
Be it for a friend a lover, or a family member, or even a stranger,
Who is in need of this love.

To agree to disagree,
To see both sides of the coin,
And give them equal value,
To recognise that opinions are not good or bad but different,
And not an indication of a wish to do harm,
To understand that thoughts and words and deeds,
All travel at different speeds.


Agreeing to disagree gives us an extra layer of comfort,
That a lesser kind of love will not,
As our thoughts and words can be a close match,
And only our deeds will need to be sometimes kept in check.

All too often do we fail to see,
That this kind of Love does not take kindly to us setting agendas,
Making unreasonable demands,
Or withholding favours,
To get agreements that will always be broken.

This kind of love,
Brings me so much hope, 
I am glad I recognised it before it was too late,
So bitterness will not dog my twilight years
As I find plenty to talk about, 
With those who have chosen to agree to disagree with me.







Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: brother, character, children, christian, dedication, desire, devotion, faith, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, relationship, religion, religious, remember, sister, time,

God Gave Us Brothers And Sisters For A Reason

God Gives Us Brothers and Sisters For A Reason!

God gives us brothers and sisters for a reason!
As children, we have each other, throughout the seasons!

We laugh and play together and do all sorts of things…
Often not realizing what the future of life brings!

As kids, we often share whatever life may give us!
And stick together, no matter what trials may face us!

But, as we grow older, too often, we part separate ways.
And lose any contact with each other for countless days!

I’ve seen all kinds of things tear families all apart.
Often, there’s some kind of
 unforgiveness of the heart!

If you, and your siblings, have reached a separation…
May you seek Jesus for
a Godly reconciliation!

As family, whatever divides, must be lifted up in prayer!
Where two or three are gathered…  God is there!

Just think about what the family unit has become!
The love of Jesus must be what binds us all as one!

Getting along as a family, is more than just a “feeling!”
The blood of Christ needs to bring an “inner healing!”

The family that each of us have,
 may not be here tomorrow!
Are you one who’s holding on to bitterness and sorrow?

May the words of Christ help us all to get along!
That through HIM, our families
will be STRONG!

By Jim Pemberton   10/20/13


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: character, christian, feelings, inspiration, life, love,

WHAT I HAVE IS THE BEST GIFT


What is the best gift you ever have?
Who gave it to you?
When did you last receive a gift?
What have you done after receiving that gift?

Did you use?
Did you keep?
Did you brag about it?
Did you exercise that gift?
Did you share them?
Did you say thank you to the giver?
Did you do something as an exchange for that gift?

Our Father God is so good 
that everyday He is daily giving us a gift.
Each day we are given a gift--- life...
Walk around and see how the world around breathes
The blue clouds drawing some bear, dog or even a human.
The trees that swing left to right with the wind hum.
The flowers that exhales fragrances tripping on air.
The birds that chirps and the running water soothing lyre...
then stand infront of a mirror and see the best gift you can give.

YOU, yourself is a gift to someone.

Your smile.
Your friendship.
Your time.
Your kind words.
Your simple act of kindness.
Your selfless service.
Your loyalty.
Your understanding.
Your presence.
Your effort: participation.
Your generosity.
Your talent.
Your abilities.
Your forgiveness.
Your encouragement.
Your unfailing love.

Are these not gifts if done with sincerity?
_______________________________

©OEGuillermo
 07:37 pm, February 22, 2015








Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: character, desire, god, journey, life, love, prayer,

ONLY HEALTH AND JOY

ONLY HEALTH AND JOY I believe You Father God is in control. Tell me more... I want to know what else You want me to do; I want to know who else You want me to know, I want to know what else You want to reveal to me, Open my eyes, my ears, my heart and my mind let the wind the blows whisper to me let the sunshine tell me still there is hope let the blooming flowers tell me the possibilities let the tweeting birds be the notes to alarm me Ah!!! let it be Father God! Let Your Holy Spirit lead my feet Unto You Oh! God I laid my plans, Father God, look at them I want to know which of them brings You more glory and honor. I want to know which of them heads me to Your path. I want to know which of them draws a smile to Your face. You know and watch over me everyday, You know my every thought, my every heartbeat and my every action, I believe in whatever I do O Father God, You are already there for me You send hosts of angels to guard me You send the grinning sunshine to invite new hope Before I put all my effort, time, energy and all I speak to You anytime of the day for I believe everytime I speak with my heart You my Father God is listening kindly to me. From long prayers, written words, breath prayers, hymns... Though there are times, I can't even find the right words to say. And so what I do is to just close my eyes, then there silent tears roll on my cheeks but I know my Spirit will speak for me I want more of You and less of me I believe You are carrying me on this troubled path Never ever You will let me go Or never ever You will forsake me I trust You know me more than myself My past, present and my future You knew before I ever began to walk I believe You are holding me in Your palms You are fully in control of the events My win is our joint victory Hard-pressed because of the circumstances but I believe You will not give me these not because You see me a probable failure rather You gave this to me because I can... Together with You, I can and I will We will winWe will win. Despite these pains and tears I trust someday when I'll be with You You will smile at me and tell me I did well on the task You gave me And I pass, You will welcome me then Into Your loving arms where there are no more tears where there are no more pains where there are no more sicknesses where there are no more sufferings only health and joy... _____________________________________________________ O.EGuillermo 9:09 pm, May 15, 2015


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: adventure, character, child, cute love, dedication, family, niece,

Two Little Sparks

Two little sparks
enlightening the dark

(tidal waves tugging on the heart)

One named Amelia, the other Aurora:
Completing the scenery --- fauna and flora.
But Borealis, she has no stake in the matter,
for she is just a melancholy rainbow
in comparison --- to the flames that ignite
your very being.all the while you take pleasure in the heat,
being warmed by their joy and curiosity.
Go ahead and draw lines in the sand

(they will jump over them with glee)

And simultaneously have you giggling
at their tenacity.

Two little sparks
through the woods      they embark

(one look at their eyes --- and there goes my heart)

Playing hide 'n' seek with the two of them
they disappear (and re-appear) just like fireflies in June.
Dotting the intrepid pathways like sparkles, like magic.
(the fact they'll one day grow up.it's rather tragic)
Why can't they stay little forever and touch the ceiling
by riding on my shoulders?
Why not stay brittle so I can be protective --- instead like all things
you must grow older.

For now though     Oh for now!
It's nothing but a pipe-dream
in the wakefulness of day.
Youthful energy can't be contained
much like quarantine flame.

(and between you and me
that's an accurate analogy)

Between these two firebrands -
who could dare understand
what it means to be an uncle
..with the capriciousness of "one of the gang",
and the loving care of a parent.
And who could dare contemplate
this here man's tragic fate:
living next door to the both of them
with no fire blanket.

One's not even walking (the other barely talking)
And while that may seem rather shocking

nieces have that power
to play with your emotions like staccato raindrops
on that big ole blue
they call the ocean.

These flames aren't dying low (not even close)
but only gaining momentum      like a lightning strike in a forest:
a thousand popping pine cones re-seeding into infinity.

(And did I say divinity?     That too)

They be in competition for my love
like the tug-a-war moon.
It's the kind of game where everyone wins
and it's never too soon..

..for one more go round.



Written March 9th, 2016
For the Twin Flames Contest Hosted by Nayda Ivette Negron

Placed Second


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: character, fantasy, gothic, old, passion, romance, sexy,

Grace Thou Love Nary Forlorn----OLD ENGLISH

Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Tread cobbled path of wandering heart;
She speaks in moonlight spirit,
Thine treasure chest come undune,
'Till I lose mine feathers,
Frozen by her sole divinity;
She, found to mine lost,
Twixt these street exile redefined by her golden glory,
pounding on my chamber door;
I must forego the counsel of my twisted devils,
Rise from lay 'pon this brow beaten soul;
Swell into her wonder..lift love anew!
Heaven restore mine black gloom;
Her grace, she moves in poetry,
Spilleth' over, soothing matrimony.


~JSLambert                                      

                                                                             ©    PoeTTreeZ Publishing


Poem Details | by Kelly Crenshaw |
Categories: angst, character, conflict, confusion, emotions, introspection, lost love,

Trading my tomorrows

The things in life that cost me most are the things that came for free.
And what I thought I was,
Was not what I would be.
And what I thought I was looking for
Was not what I could see.
And every time I got close
I threw it all away.
And the price of that keeps going up
It's more than I can pay.
So I keep trading my tomorrows
To forget my yesterdays.
And every time I get close
I throw it all away.
And I know I'm gonna do it
But don't know what makes me this way.
And every time I get close 
I know I've got to pay.
And every time it changes
It always stays the same.
I couldn't wait when I was young
To get away from home
I've spent the rest of my life wishing
That I had never gone.
Chasing my regrets
They're dragging me along.
Willingly unwilling
To forget and just move on.
Driven by the things 
That keep me all alone.
Taking comfort in the pain
Knowing every time that I get close
I'll throw it all away.
And I know I'm gonna do it
But don't know what makes me this way.
Like a secret life has kept from me
To dry me with the rain.
Drinking life like it was whiskey
And chasing it with pain.
And the things that cost the most
Are the things I got for free.
And the ones I need the most 
Are the ones I throw away.
And I know I'm gonna do it
But don't know what makes me this way.
I just keep trading my tomorrows
To forget my yesterdays.
And there's not enough days ahead 
To pay for the days pre-spent.
That prize I've chased in life
I just don't know where it went.
And the things that I've loved most
Are the things that came for free.
And the ones that I need most 
Are the ones I throw away.
And I know I'm gonna do it
But don't know what makes me this way
And the love that cost the most
Is the love I'll throw away
And what was given to me free
Had a price I wouldn't pay. 


Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: allegory, allusion, character, conflict, devotion, feelings, hope, introspection, love,

Small The Bud

Love is of itself an entity, 
Never knowing when it's touch will be.
 
Hate appears, a sentiment as well
Predators of love in consort dwell.
 
Cunning with intentions unrevealed
Spiteful in its malice to conceal.
 
Speak the truth to know a friendship's birth, 
Legacy of trust, proclaims your worth.
 
Time for all who live is all too brief.
Shun beguiling paths that lead to grief.
 
Look beyond impressions you assume
Small the bud, so beautiful the bloom
 

Gene Bourne 
03-15-14 
 
 


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, character, gothic, heart, love, philosophy, power,

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 6

Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments, 
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade…..
He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing around the walls,
Grabbing a  wayside demon and crushing him into the ground…
He destroyed Death’s bass, pulling off each string in monotone menace
Glaring at me, as he yanked each off,
The whine of its timbre flooding the eerie, murky pit……

“Nothing else, but you and I,
No more music, no more beat…
Your heart alone is enough to drive me mad…”

He spat into the crushed instrument, 
And Death cowered, scampering away like a wounded rat
Picking up the pieces as he disappeared into the soot

“Just you and I, 
I will not hear another cry except from your  lips…
No cheer, except from your voice,
No fear, except from your soul…
No support from above….no love to bring us light…”

I circled him my tears glistening,
The light burning him, as he laughed bitterly
And I sang…

“Your attacks drill against your friends,
Your darkness sifts, in pending motion,
You can crush the pulse that you began,
Though you cannot end my faith and devotion.”

He stared, his nostrils flaring,
His claws protruding in and out
Suddenly he smiled, and he was calm again
The wailing of a freshly injured demon faintly sounding…

“Tell me Loving Lady, 
Of what you recall of mortality…
What do you miss the most?
The rush of Death’s call, 
The touch of slowly falling? 
The thrill of free-will…kissing the darts…
The crushing of sadness in your feeble heart…
You have missed mortality I am sure,
You have missed the spirit of mutiny,
The infernal blaze of my brilliant core…
We need not but our voices to replay such times, 
I remember your days as much as I do mine…
Remember you used to lust and lie?
Remember when you were afraid to die? 
Those darkest nights, remember me grinning?
Remember the infatuation of sinning?
No, it was your art, and you left a trail,
So He might follow close behind might you fail…
He allowed you to suffer, to ache…to retch 
You forgot Him, and embraced my ways…
Do you ever miss those wondrous days…
Surely, surely you must appraise…” 

I picked up a lone string of Death’s mighty bass,
Feeling the metallic twine cool in my hand
The crushed demon moaned in agony beside me…

“Mortality was a rustic feat into the fray,
Many times blinded in the dark, to emerge into the day
I miss the way danger led to discovery,
In suffering greatly, I miss the relief of recovery
I miss the way it was so bittersweet, 
When the wrinkles began to appear…
I miss the sound of that single drop of rain…
Falling into the rest, never missed, always blessed…
Recalling the times I have stumbled,
I miss what now I clearly see…
I recollect darker emotions and I miss how they built me,
How they led me to the ones that guarded me to the end
So I might live in a better place where pardon became my friend…

Death’s voice intrigued me, frightened me, redeemed me, 
The falling of those around me led me to my calling,
And swiftly, failing became a past that set me free…
The test of free-will became a weight upon my shoulder,
The challenge became what shaped me as I grew older…
Sadness became easier, and less enjoyable,
When I focused my life to the skies and into open eyes

I remember the lusts, the lies, the sins—they never belonged to me
At the time, I didn’t see this—they were all I wanted to be….
I hunted to wallow in the madness and sadness of darkness…
I believed I did not deserve the wisdom of righteousness 
In my mortal skin, I learned to look deep within…
And fight off the urges…the lusts….the timey wages of sin
It became my duty to no longer allow you in…
Though my love for your redemption grew brighter within…”

The Devil clawed the bass string in my hand
And it strung an empty sound that echoed dryly all around…


“Immortality has its torments too…
See how gently I return to you…”

He never could destroy the beat thumping from my chest…
He merely hummed along with it in begrudging dedication 
Stubbornly, he sought for my pain 
But the hurt had been released  far above, where still he dared not look…

I lifted up a crippled demon and kissed his forehead
“I love you as well, demon, do not be afraid…” 
The weary eyes stared into my own, than quickly glanced in fear toward our fuming Prince…
“You understand pain, fear, and torment more than any, I am sure
Would you like to sing too?”

The Devil in rage grabbed the demon by the throat before he could answer
“You foolish woman… he is MY pet… 
Nothing else, but you and I…
He has no voice, no heart…no mind…
I give him no permission to,
And he accepts his place…
Unlike I …unlike you…”

I touched his clenched hand, and his grip loosened upon the demon
“All voices deserve to be heard,
Through compassion, let his existence ring…”

The Devil scoffed and threw him down with much force, perturbed
The demon dared not move

“WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE TO US…To mock me…to turn them against me…?”
The hush of his question held more intensity than his shouting
 “Surely…surely not…..
He belongs in the dust, 
At my command… he can never be like us…
You love him as much as pity will allow…
We are special, Silly Being, and his fleck of existence is but a toke
To gamble with for my amusement, nothing more…nothing more….
Stop this attempt to become the idol of the underdog
Don’t be such a predictable bore…”

The demon shriveled, but remained…
Like mortality’s fate, his body did shrink and fade…
But I heard his somnolent thoughts….

…I am but the refrain…
 Immortality….has….its torments….too…


Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: care, character, children, god, gospel, hope, love,

Those Diamonds In The Rough

She could be a Sunday school teacher or
     perhaps a pastor’s wife, prayer warrior even
                  or maybe a church musician,
                       that girl you pick up on Sunday mornings that
doesn’t smell too good and left Cheetos stains
         on your leather seats.

        Maybe he will be
            a missionary to Malaysia, a songleader, a
                 pillar of strength in your youth group or in the 
          distant future a pastor  or evangelist,
    that little boy that fidgets a lot and hasn’t yet
learned that it’s not good manners to sit
                             with your feet on the pew.

                     As we reach for these children, Lord, and 
try to teach them who you are before the
                  world tries to teach them everything  You’re
not, as we may sometimes become inconvenienced 
                        or weary in the process,
help us to see them through your eyes of 
                   love and compassion and to remember that
we might be their only hope.

10/9/17

submitted for Best Free Verse from October-December 2017 Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
7th place

submitted for Your Favourite Free Verse Poem October-November 2017 Poetry Contest sponsored by Julia Ward






Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: character, christian, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, judgement, lost love, metaphor, mystery, truth, wisdom,

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, devotion, emotions, faith, forgiveness, friendship, god, happiness, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, love, people, religion, religious, sin, spiritual, uplifting,

How I Need Jesus


Dear Jesus…  I realize
how much I really need you!
  I want to honor, 
love and trust you!

I  know that others will
disappoint me…
I know that you’re here… 
And will take care of me!

  Your principles of holy
living is what you taught!
Love, Joy and peace…
is what you brought!

 May I bring honor 
 to your name!
Your message of salvation,
I need to proclaim!

Dear Jesus…  You’re all I need!
 And so much more!
It’s you that my life 
was meant for!

 I offer to you, my lord, 
praise and thanksgiving!
For all you’ve done,
 And the life you’re giving!

You all I’ll ever need!  
The anointed one!
There’s victory in YOU!
Life’s battles are won!

By Jim Pemberton    


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, character, courage, devotion, father son, love, metaphor,

Valor's Silhouette


Friendship - we have chased that apparition, endlessly,

          But it's elusive spirit - always beyond our fingers' reach.

Resentment, disappointment, heads thumped in anger,

                    Each of us in a role, obligatory - never had a chance..

Oh, how I pleaded, many times, just to be your friend -

          Tears perishing in the stream of lost hope between us.

It is what it is, we are who we are, oil and water, thus.

                    Still, you have always been my hero, there's no other,

The exemplar of character and integrity, innately kind,

          Talented, brilliant, hard-working, and always altruistic,

Letting others, even friends, wittingly take advantage,

                    Rather than risk a slight or argument.or alienation.

Goodness and decency were the edges of your sword,

          A gallant knight, willing to lay his life for friend OR foe.

Yet now my heart rends so for you, my dearest father,

                    Armor rusting in the rain, sword blunted, halted steed.

And your faculties failing - that, the cruelest calamity..

          But still, you push to stand tall for your beloved queen,

And your squire is here, true, fain to shine your armor,

                    'Til the bellman of Valhalla calls.for it's most dear.


Poem Details | by Raymond Tarin |
Categories: beautiful, care, character, emotions, feelings, girlfriend, happy, love, marriage, smile, wedding, wife,

I ''Lost''

When I love you I'll show it,
When I show it, I mean it..
When I mean it, I'll say it..
When I say it..Well..You win...


Poem Details | by cortney bartholomew |
Categories: character, emotions, faith, love,

Set Your Heart Free

You could stay angry forever, but you know that's not the truth,
Because underneath that resentment is hurt from loving you,
Even if it was only for a moment, it's better not to hide,
Because, believe it or not, that resentment eats you up inside,
It trickles down to the next in line,  and leaves a sense of debree,
There is no reconciliation, pride never sets our heart's free.....


Poem Details | by Paulette Calasibetta |
Categories: character, emotions, love, pain, sorrow,

Tough Love

                     





                   There is a great hole in my heart where you fell through.

            I can see you still falling deeper and deeper, wondering where
                              the bottom is, or if there is a bottom.

            They say you have to hit bottom before you can rise again,
                                    I pray for the bottom.

      I pray for your assent, yet you continue to fall, deeper and deeper
        into the dark chasm, clutching onto torment, agony and despair,
                        which you have mistaken for happiness.

       My love for you is not enough to raise you from this hopelessness;
                My love must not only be strong, it must be tough.


January 4, 2017


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: beach, character, funny, hope, inspirational, love, music, people,

THE BEACH ENTERTAINER

Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..


The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic skits
by spicing up his unique modus operandi,
and modestly mocking his modus vivendi...


He has never made lots of money,
but settles for dollar bills to earn their sympathy;
dressed in tight and colorful ministrel's attire,
he amuses the public with his monkey-shine...


And he pulls out his fiddler and the crowds go wild,
awakening, by its high-pitched sound, a dope fiend,
who has built a temporary shack threatened by the blowing sand;
He puts on his sunglasses and disappears in the groovy sunshine...



The beach entertainer follows him, leaving everyone behind
saying," Sorry, brother...I didn't mean to wake you up, the bum turns around  taking off his lenses.
and exclaims, " Music doesn't fill an empty and aching belly...and cheer up a feeble mind! "
" Here's all I got...take it and get something to eat!" He says stretching his hands.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Poem Details | by Jeremy Jeffers |
Categories: beautiful, body, character, culture, love,

Pefection

Perfection 

Too Thin, too Fat 
Too Tall, too Short 
Too White, too Black 
Too Rich, too Poor 

STOP! 

Always labels of perfection, 
from a vain and ignorant nation
Not only the halls of our schools, 
but also in our homes are the fools

With images from our media 
The celebrity obsession and Hysteria; 
Our moms and dads are joining in
From our families to our friends

All in the effort of perfection 
young lives are from existence ejected
Trying to obtain the impossible; 
When are we going to become audible

I am here with you and feel the pain
Parents riding you because you are not the same
You can't make friends unless you conform 
to what society says is the perfect form

You are Perfect, You are Beautiful
You are loved, you are graceful
You are you, you are nothing less
You are strong, you are blessed
 
Stop! 

Don't conform to the idiocracy
We'll create our own society, 
free of judgment, with loving affection
For only in unity and love is Perfection
 
 
October 2014 
 


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: character, confusion, desire, emotions, love hurts,

Your Fickle Climate

Your aura leads me to rapt confusion,
it snap drags me with a cyclone’s aloof.
   Your spring perfume cloaks your fall-colored spoof
   and your bright rainbow conceals delusion -
              yet, my eager seeks your flair’s intrusion.

Need-hoping for a clue, I study you.
  Searching for keys to your fickle climate,
  I attempt charting your depths of private.
     Your sky-air rises hints of midnight blue
             to dance breezy-twirls on my point of view.

Intoxication steeps your vibrations.
  Flirt, tease-notes disguise your spirit’s tone,
  still my need seeks burns in your cool zone.
    Your essence boasts self-confident foundations
           while my patina pales from frustrations.





..CayCay Jennings
July 1, 2018





Poem Details | by concetta hardnett |
Categories: character,

true love

Real love is Hard To Find

You can look a thousand times 
Still don't mean you will find
What you been searching for
You can look everywhere 
I mean here and there 
But  with love is it in the air
Or not 
Has finding true love
Been forgot
Or is it where you left it
Could you except it
Or make it happen with do time 
Seem like real love is hard to find, (yeeeeaahhhh)

(chorus )
Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed 
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find

,(Verse 2,)
Remember the days 
You could define true
I was loved for me
And you were loved for you
It was innocent love 
And amazing 
Just the thought of your name 
Had me dazing 
If I could reach back
And turn the times
Then true love would not be hard to find

 chorus )
Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed 
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find

(Hook)
One day you'll truly see
And understand 
Don't rush 
You have the upper hand 
To get yourself together 
Make it through any weather 
Ask God to especially put it together 
Dare to be different 
It's OK 
Real love will find you one day 

Real love is so hard to find
So many people been hurt
Don't want to rewind
Rewind back to when it felt real
Now they are closed up
I mean sealed 
They loved you even through the hard times
Baby but true love is hard to find

Written by:Concetta Hardnett
2,/28,/2016


Poem Details | by Mark Frank |
Categories: change, character, courage, love,

Ties That Bind, Scars That Hurt

Ties that bind, scars that hurt
Float around in my life
Shadows of isolation sprinkle my face
Blades of power hold my mouth
Words of silence cannot escape
The thunderous ploy of the heart
Ties that bind, scars that hurt remain strong

Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
Nevertheless, the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Ties that bind, scars that hurt remain strong

I can smile now, knowing my heart is bleeding
Feeding off every abnormality and
Revealing the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
I can smile now, knowing my heart is bleeding
It is a comfort worth exploring; it is an oddity worth refining
It is a love worth mentioning and above all, it is a heart worth bleeding!
Ties that bind, scars that hurt remain strong

Mark Frank

Copyright 2019


Poem Details | by CHICANO EDDIE |
Categories: character, cheer up, god, love, smart, truth, wisdom,

TALKING TO GOD BY A BOX FAN

"TALKING TO GOD BY A BOX FAN"


hi God:

it's 3:33 in the morning and
I don't know what to do
everything is upside down.
there are red eyes sitting 
over the kitchen table and
they are all laughing and
eating and singing.
I haven't slept right in weeks 
and you wake me up in the 
middle of the night to write
I just took a pill and I'm 
waiting for it to put me down.
no one is around
they're out and silent
I have my own out and silent 
and it's in this room
they create a heart inside a 
man and let him sink.
I need a knock on my door 
from an old face
why is it when a man is soaked 
in love the rain never stops?
why is it after they create 
a heart inside a man they 
leave him to write poetry in 
bed at 3:33 in the morning?


By: Chicano Eddie


Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: character, devotion, love,

Dust Devil Days


A parched wind
still circles the dust devils
corralling them
in funneled fury.
The old rooster
atop the barn
squeaks
as the weather changes
as do the joints
in the old blue jeans.
Hard black coffee
bubbles on the stove,
her apron hangs
a memory
on the chair,
an old screen door
shudders,
slams shut,
an old dog curses
the dust.
Bowed heads watch
as he laces his boots,
reaches for that
damned hat,
sips the last of the coffee
runs his fingers
across the hanging apron
whispers
“I love you”,
sets off to worship
in the shrine
of their lives.


©5/7/2018

for Laura Loo – Best Free Verse Poem In May 2018 Poetry Contest