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Poem Details | by Alyssa Waters |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, betrayal, bible, body, books, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, cry, dedication, emotions, eve, evil, faith, father, fear, feelings, first love, forgiveness, friendship, religion, religious, remember, women,


Does the past really matter?
 Does it set you free? 
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me

Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.

Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night

I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.

Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone

My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided

My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.

Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: bereavement, death, innocence, loss, lost love,

The Corruption Of My Lust For Life

Hibiscus rays of light brings the sunrise out of darkness with a bloom of ravishing red passion ~ Oh! How I despise her blushing optimism and lust for life! For I am too young to cry but too old not to a handful of heartbeats ago baby’s breath breezes tenderly brushed us with flawless fingers of feathery zephyrs caressing the circle of light surrounding the cocoon of our pulsing rapture ~ champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins with golden ambrosial arousal and with every nectarous nip of our titillating treasure we lived as though we would love forever till the broken dawn-to-dark when angels cradled your harmonious harp against their hearts - their teardrops of ecstasy strumming your silvern strings in a glorious glissando that lifted your lustrous essence across the bridge to bliss somewhere beyond me and behind the snowy veils of virtue I am anemic if not nothing now adulterated by loss of innocence dwindling in a dreamless state unoccupied but for the lurid loss that fills me ~ and my black skies storm with shrieking tears! Susan Ashley February 9, 2018 ------------------------------ ~ Eighth Place ~ Contest: Your Favorite Poem Written in February Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Ninth Place ~ Contest: Loss of an Innocent Mind Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann

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 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 Christine Phillips |
Categories: change, corruption, lost love,

Green is Healing

At the end of the finishing line, 
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass 
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the 
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out 
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on 
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill 
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself 
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.

                                                    ©2013 Christine Phillips            

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, analogy, angst, change, confusion, corruption, crazy, creation, dark, life, light, lonely, loss, love,

The Other Side

In vile defeat I confided to helplessness
I cringed knowing I know so little
As inadequate as I am I felt responsible 
I felt responsible to know everything

In this mentality I suffered long nights
Over thinking myself and overlooking life
Until I gave up the pain for a little while
And took a deep, dark look to the other side

Poem Details | by Perry McDaid |
Categories: corruption, jesus, love, lust, metaphor, passion, wisdom,


We're not supposed to act like sheep 
just because He is The Shepherd
He is much more inclined to weep 
when we refuse to heed His Word 

Just because He is The Shepherd, 
our blind-born sins torment Him so
When we refuse to heed His Word 
we defile more than we can know 

Our blind-born sins torment Him so 
as our freewill we waste away.
We defile more than we can know 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay 

As our freewill we waste away - 
just because we may feel “left out”: 
when with sly Lust we choose to lay;  
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about 

Just because we may feel left out,
we ignore our blessed patient guide: 
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about, 
from honest conscience seek to hide 

We ignore our blessed patient guide, 
while truest Love looks helpless on
From honest conscience we seek to hide, 
fearing the chance of "bliss" is gone 

While truest Love looks helpless on, 
He is more inclined to weep: 
fearing the chance of bliss is gone
We're not supposed to act like sheep.

Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: body, conflict, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, fire, for him, grave, growth, identity, love, metaphor, passion, self,

Inferno love

The butterflies in my soul
They ignite my eyes
I'm breathless
Yet I feel so alive
The scorching embers, oh how they burn
But yet they feel so polite, 
As if a searing reminder 
That I'll be alright
I couldn't resist the fiery urge 
As I left this, ice cold world.
The hot coals became my host 
And lava errupted through my veins
I just couldn't quit gazing 
At the flickering flames.
The last piece of me, to decay, was my hand
Oh how I forgot, how my fingers could bend
I thought as I was waving myself goodbye
To ever being human again
Ashes, ashes, were all I could see 
As I saw myself  falling
And as I really listened 
I could still hear my heart calling
Becoming a faint echo
Confined to the shadows of my flames
Banished, never to be re-kindled again
Don't come to close 
Or we shall ignite, dear human
I would combust and I'd eat you alive
Be aware, you must know
That I, well.
I'm a devouring inferno.
My heat reddens your face
While the reflection of my ashes 
Dance like a wildfire in your eyes
The temptation leaves your thoughts up in smoke,
But you kept coming closer
 I, flaring up with every word you spoke.
 Come closer, closer..
 I let my flames spew
What happened to me 
Is why I'd like to set the fire to you
How the flames burn brighter
With not one, but two.
Your blood is heating up, come closer
Enticing you in burning red
I will light the fire inside your head
And I wouldn't even need to dig your grave
You could choose to entrap 
Yourself with me 
And be forever ablazed
Ashes dancing in the fire pit
Comforting you with their warm glow
But trust me it's an abyss  
In which you wouldn't dare, want to go
Fellow lost soul, like I
We've wandered there before
Now forever to entice, just one more
Come closer.
The shadow calls out a warning heed
 Beware all, beware indeed
One flair, two flair
You must look away! 
Don't hold a gaze 
Into the burning dead flames.

Poem Details | by Elisa Christensen |
Categories: addiction, body, corruption, health, humanity, life, lost love,


Addictions, restrictions, afflictions, decisions,
A needle, a bottle, step down hard on that throttle!
Disaster, no more laughter, destruction for years after.
Placate, eradicate, fornicate, masturbate,
Addiction Restriction Addiction.

No more art, no more heart, another false start.
No more honoring love, 
Through God’s sacred benediction.
Just destruction, restriction.

Give it a go, run that prop right over top of her Skipper!
Hell yes!  Sounds like fun!  
Our souls through a wood chipper!
Addiction, a rather benign-sounding word, don’t ya think??Let’s call it what it is: Jack The Life Ripper!

Slots!   Cha CHING!   Sex!   Food!   Anything!
Addiction?  NO WAY!  I just like to play!
Hypocrisy, a democracy run on BIG PHARMA,
Don’t think about it!  Sure!  It’s all real! 
Here’s your script for a 1,000 more pills!

AddictionPrisonThe System What a waste.
What a horrific affliction in this human race!
Disgrace Sadness Do-overs don’t exist.
Deception  Desperation  Annihilation.
Another slit wrist.

Artistic brilliance being pickled nightly in a skull.
No more compassion, no more money, no more love.
Losing it all.
No more light in your eyes dear,
Now they are black and so dull.

Addiction WHY??
Is getting through a human life really that tough?
That we all have to medicate,
With this poisonous stuff?

Don’t say you don’t know, you hypocrite you,
We’ve all been there at some point, to something, it’s true.
Don’t give me your shit Don’t tell me you’re fine.
Doesn’t matter who’s is worse, yours or mine.

I’m SICK of crazy land!   I want off of this ride!
No, you cannot have me, MrJekyll and Hyde!
I’m SO ANGRY I had to say goodbye to my friend the noble king,
Way too early because of this Jack The Life Ripper thing!

As a mother, I’m simply scared out of my mind!
How do I get my babies through a world so unkind?
How do I keep them from running straight into it blind?
They won’t listen, most of us never do.
PremonitionPlease!  Not them!  Not addiction!

For three years I watched in agony my greatest love dissolve,
Destroyed, I moved up here, to somehow get back my resolve,
From the frying pan straight into the fire.
This is not my sanctuary, this is another addict’s funeral pyre.

The human condition comes with such a design flaw,
We should come with two bodies, not just one,
The first to ride hard and wild, toss it out when we’re done.
Then step effortlessly into the second, shiny, new and clean,
And live the rest of it out, perfectly pristine.

Unfortunately, we don’t, we get only this one.
And when we go hard for a little too long,
The damage is done.
No going back, no saying “Oops! My bad!”
Because now you are screwed, nothing more scary or sad.


© 2017 Elisa Fortise Christensen 

Poem Details | by Marilyn Stevens |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, corruption, judgement, lost love,


He promised me i would not die
As I’d been forced to live
He promised me I would not cry
And his heart he would give

And now its summed up in a sigh
The sorrow and the pain
No more will I be placed on high
Just caught up in a game

A game that is so deadly
It leaves you mortified
And that’s when you realise
There’s nowhere left to hide

Then they kill you with the rumours
And beat you with the lies
There's nowhere left to run now
You're not wanted when love dies.

After all the waiting
So loyal was my love
All I’ve been is just a fool
Sent from up above.

I once thought i was special
But they’ve destroyed that thought
Now I feel like nothing
For everyone’s been bought

Poem Details | by Mika Mulkey |
Categories: body, corruption, depression, metaphor, recovery from, sad love, self,

Ana pt 1

I met the greatest love of my life when I was the innocent age of sixteen She entered it the way mist creeps along the early morning ground after a night’s rain, effortlessly… Without my knowledge, we started to become fast friendsSpending endless days together, learning the curves of each others’ bodies and I of her secret waysIt wasn’t long before the lingering gazes and simple touches had me completely enamored by her and I was wound tight around her thin, cold, and skeletal- like fingerThe infatuation grew as I shrunk… 

Endless days turned into endless nights, endless weeks, endless months! We spent every waking moment together, every sleeping With her by my side I began to run, miles after miles, to skip meals just to spend time with her It wasn’t long before my parents started to worry about that time I spent with my loveThe days I spent locked in my room, the obsessive miles and trips to the gym early in the morning and late into the evening until my legs shook and I could barely walk They told me she was a bad influence and I thought, “How dare they!? How dare they try to take away the Juliet to my Romeo!?”  Our love was one to rival the ages, so dark, forbidden and intoxicating like the drugs celebrities take just to “kill the pain.”  

By January it was growing unclear where she began and I ended, both intertwined trees stripped bare by the kiss of winter’s icy lips God I had never been so in love! Her touch sent shivers down the bones of my spine which threatened to pierce through the worn thin skin of my backThose hallowed eyes of hers sent flutters of starved, butterflies into a dizzied frenzy in the sunken in cave that once was my stomachI had never felt so alive….

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 Anna Hopper |
Categories: analogy, corruption, love,


Her love was a tropical hurricane 
Drowning the souls who fell victim
The wind would pick up at the smell of rain
She never quite knew how to pick em

She loved those lost and those in hiding
She cared when the world gave up
No factors played part, in her, deciding
No such phrase as “enough is enough”

Her gift was her unconditional love
Her curse was her understanding
A consistent, gravitational tug
Attracting those, most demanding

A rubber ball, she bounced about
Not picky, but sticky as glue
Each soul she touched, a love would sprout 
Always trapped, in another’s shoes

Poem Details | by Chelsea Zayas |
Categories: betrayal, corruption, hate, loss, lost love,

Who Needs You

Since you were so keen to let me go,
You wanted to leave me,
And trying to apologize to me,
Saying you regret leaving me.
You lied to me,
Afterwards, you are with someone else,
Cuddling with her,
Making love to her,
Just like you did with me.
Well, who needs you?!
You didn’t care enough to love me,
You weren’t really in love with me,
So you left me for another woman,
You left me because I was never enough.
Well, maybe I never really needed you.
Maybe I believed I did,
Because you controlled my emotions,
You had me under your spell.
Well, if you want to forget everything,
And all we had for someone else,
Then goodbye forever,
You were never worth my love, anyway.
So, who needs you?

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: angel, corruption, hope, love, people, sorrow, spiritual,


angels cannot interfere with injustices 
they witness in the mortal realm
their tears we know as drops of rain
may one day drown all and dishelm 

angels in show of compassion
do play the harp and throw a rope
hoping those who quieten their heart
will hear their notes of love and hope

submitted on July 23, 2018, for contest FAVORITE POEM WRITTEN IN JUNE 2018 sponsored by DEAR HEART AKA BROKEN WINGS  -  RANKED 2ND

and on June 14, 2018, for contest ANGELS IN THE RAIN sponsored by VERMILLION SCYTHE

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: betrayal, blue, color, confusion, corruption, crazy, cry, dark, evil, farewell, fear, girl, girlfriend, hate, horror, how i feel, i love you, jealousy, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, poetry, sad, sad love, slam, suicide, symbolism, woman, world,

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Poem Details | by TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories: change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, goodbye, heart, how i feel, introspection, judgement, leaving, lost, lost love, me, pain, parody, relationship, remember, sad love, self, slam, spoken word, storm, stress, time, together, truth,


Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, family, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, god, grief, happiness, heartbroken, heaven, history, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, parody, people, political, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, sorry, today, urban,

Man's Corruption God's Redemption

Man's Corruption.. God's Redemption!

The Bible speaks of man's sin and corruption.
That's why God has offered us, his redemption!

The heart is desperately wicked above all things.
There's an evil corruption that sin brings!

The Lord searches our heart and tests our ways.
He watches our lives, all of our days!

There's nothing good in ourselves.
Not now, or ever!
Without God's mercy...
We're doomed forever!

But, through Christ, there's a way and a plan!
He made this available to every woman and man!

His gift of salvation is a message of love, made clear!
The coming of Jesus Christ,
 draws ever so near!

We can trade our sinful corruption, 
for a new way of living!
Won't you come before the Lord,
with a heart of giving?

Giving our life to Jesus,
 is the best thing to do!
By his power and grace, you can be

I'm thankful for his salvation! 
 Mercy has been applied!
Because of Christ' death on the cross…
I'm now sanctified!

By Jim Pemberton   

Poem Details | by Victor Chavez |
Categories: immigration, innocence, loss, love,

Love's corruption

Oh love, why is it by your touch our soul's happiness withers away?
Why do you corrupt our innocent hearts with your love?
Our innocence is lost, our carefree days are over.
You enslave us with chimerical hopes
and make us suffer the loneliness of reality.

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

Poem Details | by jean lars |
Categories: conflict, corruption, freedom, identity, life, love, slavery,



Evil is fierce, always lying in lurk, 
Fighting Man's opportunity to sow, 
Infinite value, a souls greatest perk,
All of us need Love and freedom to grow.

The economy and democracy,
A tease in a tie or king with a crown,
The Goddess of truth as authority,
Love expands your mind, fear will shut it down.

Artificial walls, which cannot be seen,
Erected by the beast of many names, 
Keep your mind clear and let your heart stay keen,
Spirit will fly unrestricted by frames.

The Earth is our home and balance the key,
A sovereign man will truly be free.

Comments are Welcome.

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: anxiety, care, caregiving, conflict, corruption, hate, hope,

World in Chaos Spread your Love

Only God can change the world now
Mankind has just gone too far
As we can clearly see 
Throughout history
Man just can't get on
With so much hate and suffering
Love for our fellow brothers and sisters 
Is far gone
Tolerance good will and understanding
Are replaced by guns and bombs
And the innocent suffer most.

Greed sex and power are never enough
For the wealthy few in their ivory towers
While so many dwell in the gutter
Their voices go unheard
Although they in their desperation
Have so much to utter.

Our beautiful planet is being destroyed
It's for everyone not just a certain wealthy few
I find it immoral and disgusting
That people actually own mountains
And everything within their view.

Our world is like a poisoned flower
Slowly whithering away
The putrid stench of decay
Gets stronger every single day.
I hear those voices unheard
I see the tears in a terrified child's eyes
And hear the mothers stricken by grief
Primal cries.

Oh how I wish I could change the world
Not for myself
As much as everyone else
My dream would be to make everyone equal
Have real justice peace and lasting love
Like God has told us will happen
By divine intervention from above,

I may not be able to change the whole world
But the immediate world around me 
By spreading my love with equal respect and concern for everyone
No matter who they be
If only everyone took the time and wanted to
What a better place this place would be
This world belongs to everyone
Including you and me.

The trouble is we don't all think the same
Some want peace and others want war
Propaganda and lies fed to nations
Through the media false religion and TV
And a fickle blinded society
Dictating  and demanding what to we should be 
And our material goals and even how we must look
To fit into society
People conform and follow
Like sheep
Then when things go wrong
They are bitter and weep.

Many just turn away from what's going on out here
They don't care they are ok
Their hearts as cold as ice
Until it concerns them
Then the cold winds bite.

Man has not only lost his way
Buy forgot
We need to live in harmony with nature
Striking a balance
Or we'll lose the lot.

Satan is the real ruler of this evil world
But not now for long
He is roaming the earth like a roaring lion
Causing as much destruction as possible
Know time for him is nearly up
And his existence almost gone.

Only then will we have everlasting peace and true love
Just as God planned
And mankind will finally live as one
And walk together forever
Hand in hand.

Spread your love everyday

Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.

Poem Details | by Gene Bourne |
Categories: angst, betrayal, character, corruption, desire, heartbroken, lost love,


Simultaneous the sting,
Those who two-time on the wing.
Each at fault began the fling.
Subterfuge, a complex thing.

Schedules smeared and rearranged.
Missing gaps in time explained.
Lies to memorize, maintain.
Learn the lying details game.

Shelf life of adultery
Locked away for none to see.
Those who trusted while deceived,
Hold, and rightly so, the key.

Gene Bourne.

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, analogy, anger, angst, betrayal, bible, character, christian, community, confusion, corruption, cry, daughter, dedication, depression, devotion, evil, faith, family, father, god, grief, heartbroken, hope, husband, introspection, irony, jesus, life, loss, lost, lost love, lust, marriage, mother, patriotic, people, political, prayer, pride, rainbow, religion, religious, sensual, sin, society, son, sorry, spiritual, teen, today, wife,

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within


As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating… Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton

Poem Details | by Jessica Wrigley |
Categories: bullying, conflict, confusion, corruption, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, depression, dream, drink, emo, emotions, farewell, fear, feelings, heart, how i feel, innocence, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost love, me, moving on, mystery, psychological, sad, society, sorrow, sorry, suicide,

Well how do you feel

In high school everything changes
Teachers, friends, you, 
“That’s just life” they say,
And they never stop to ask
“Well, how do you feel?”

And your friends leave, and your grades decrease,
And your teachers begin to worry,
And they make you see a shrink,
But they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

The sky starts to crumble,
And the tears begin to fall,
And music and hoodies become your best friends,
And they never stop to ask,
“Well, how do you feel?”

And the tools come out.
And the objects fall apart,
And you reach for the closest one,
And the ask, finally,
“Well, how do you feel?”

But by now it’s too late.
Your time is up, your blood’s run out,
Your scars show for the world to see,
Cause they asked too late,
“Well, how do you feel?”

“She was so young” they all say,
But really you were old.
You’d seen so much and hurt so much,
It was time for you to go.

So you picked up the pills and washed them down
And grabbed the blades and cut
And when they finally noticed you weren’t around
It was too late you were gone.

They found your letter on the bed
And read it out at school
“You asked to late, but I don’t blame you.”
And your friends were moved to tears

In your tree house in the yard
They found you pale as snow
Your eyes closed, a smile on your face
And they realized you were gone.

They roll up your sleeves and roll up your pants
And scream at what they see
Lines, and lines, and lines of cuts
Some healed and some not.

And they realized they should have asked in the beginning
How you felt that is, cause, 
Honestly you didn’t, 
You didn’t feel anything at all

Poem Details | by Tatianna Leachet |
Categories: betrayal, corruption, emotions, fantasy, feelings, heartbroken, i love you,

The Rain

The rain falls slowly
Pitter patter, pitter patter

I hear you whisper my name
Your eyes captivate me in a sea of lust 
I can feel your soft touch against my skin
It warms me from the crystal sprinkles that fall

Your lips feel foriegn against mine
Cold and smooth
I shiver in your arms, I fall to my knees
My thoughts are racing so quickly

The rain falls slowly
Pitter patter, pitter patter

I am forced to feel what I do not believe 
I love you
I think this, but only for a short moment
Soon, I will know the truth

Why is love so deceiving? 
It twists your words and it mends your mind
It makes you do the unthinkable
Love is the worst kind of manipulation 

The rain falls slowly
Pitter patter, pitter patter
As slowly as my tears stream down my face
They both create a sad, sad river

The droplets of water surround us
We are drowned in sorrow and suffocated by the lies
This is all while the rain falls slowly
Pitter patter, pitter patter

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: change, character, christian, conflict, confusion, corruption, culture, depression, discrimination, evil, faith, feelings, freedom, god, heartbroken, hope, how i feel, jesus, life, love, lust, people, political, religion, religious, social, society, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, urban, vanity,

Political Correctness Brings Spiritual Weakness

Political Correctness Brings Weakness!

In our country’s pursuit of “political correctness…”
We’re not in a position of strength…  But weakness!
It’s like you can’t hardly say anything anymore…
And you find yourself outside the courtroom’s door!
We may think we’re strong…   But we’re weakened!
You may ask; “how could all of this happen???”

We’ve attempted to replace God with a “new morality.”
This has brought a new generation of “moral depravity.”
We bend our laws to what is called; “constitutional.”
And forget about what is truth!  And what is biblical!
Even the ten commandments are often ridiculed and scorned.
As a great rise of ungodly living has been formed!
A tide of sexual perversion is what has taken place!
Bringing into my homes, much heartache and disgrace!

God’s truth is often “thrown out,” and avoided!
While a “new kind of living” has often been decided!
We need YOU Jesus!  Now!  More than ever before!
Our sins, on the old rugged cross, is what he bore!
Jesus is the answer to our problems!  He is the solution!
His blood can take away all of the sinful pollution!
Please dear lord, touch and convict us with your power!
Please heal this nation!  We need YOU this hour!

By Jim Pemberton   09/30/13

Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: abuse, adventure, anger, baby, betrayal, bullying, care, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, crazy, culture, dark, death, desire, devotion, discrimination, emotions, environment, evil, faith, family, fear, friendship, grief, growing up, growth, heart, hope, horror, image, innocence, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, me, memory, pain, poverty, sad, sick, strength, stress, sympathy, violence,

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

Poem Details | by Keith Baucum |
Categories: black african american, conflict, corruption, friendship, love, race,

GREEN Chapter Two

A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered
the bank Lost in his good looks Kenya 
had to find the words "May I help
you?"  He introduced himself " Yes my 
name is Malik Maxwell Williams.
I would like to open an account" "Mr.
Williams please follow me to my
office" Malik was in Kenya's office for 
twenty minutes before making his
departure Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik 
on a personal level Kenya lived a rather 
dull life unto the point she decided 
to get involved with Malik Kenya was a 
plain looking black woman in her 
30's who never had any real luck with 
men The next day was Saturday so
it was Kenya's day off She spent most of 
her time paying bills and shopping.
She pulled into the Emerald Lady 
parking lot got out 
of her 2003
BMW and went inside Looking for 
something to make Malik notice her.
Kenya picked out a low cut v-neck red 
top, a short black skirt that flattered
her figure, and black knee high boots 
Kenya paid $236 for the attention of a 
I must be crazy thought Kenya as she 
handed the cashier the money Walking
back through the Emerald Lady parking lot 
Kenya bumped into Nubia her one and only
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: absence, age, america, analogy, betrayal, bible, brother, character, christian, corruption, courage, creation, culture, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, evil, faith, father, hope, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, lost, love, lust, mother, places, political, prayer, pride, psychological, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sin, sister, society, spiritual, time, today, trust,

Is It God We Trust Or Leave In the Dust

Is It God We Trust? Or Leave In the Dust? As our courts remove God from this great nation. We are left with a confused and lost generation! As God is taken away from our public schools. A huge tide of immorality is what “rules.” The Bible is often mocked and discarded. It was on it’s principles this country was started! Just about anything of God seems to get scorned. So many “rush” to worship many ungodly forms. As God’s name is often tossed and thrown out. We tend to forget what HE is all about! Too often, his plans for living are tossed and abused. No wonder, there’s many who are lost and confused! As people forget God and worship the fallen creature. They look to themselves and “glorify” their features. Many ignore God, and get involved in deep addictions. And with this, come disease, heartache and afflictions! As God looks and sees this nation “bleeding.” It’s his righteousness, that we need to be seeking! If we would humble ourselves, he would hear our prayer! He loves all of us! And he really does care! Won’t you come to HIM, And invite him in? Won’t you allow him to be your master and friend? He brings strength and nourishment to the soul! It’s only in him that we can be made whole! By Jim Pemberton