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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 Timothy Hicks |
Categories: adventure, crazy, cute love, fun, garden, grandchild, grandmother,

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From the Tree

You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and again -
to breathe deep that fragrance
rich with pheromone nostalgia
just like Grammy Georgina used too do

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I can still see her now, in her glory days,
with lovely lemon locks soaking up the summer sun,
rooted in that old-fashioned train of mind:
You don't stop your work until it's done!

(but a walking contradiction, just like her grandson,
..rose to her nose like ruby rebellion)

the tree doesn't grow solely from the ground

Water's an important player too,
especially from grandma's showering can

(laughing tears the shade of crystalline blue)

Course you can't forget those lifetime lessons either,
from dear ole Georgie, speaking with a sunny kind of seriousness,
about the importance of patience,
the fruitfulness of labor,
plucking up the surviving winters' courageous cucumbers,
blushing beets

the ground isn't just a place for our feet

Cause with her and I, we incinerate the stereotype:
young blood reflecting on infinity,
old knees dancing like she's got chipper chipmunks
for toes     giggles in the background like a photobomb
to the expected chapel silence

(it's not all peaches and cream though,
sometimes we get violent)

Orange slush, flying miles behind us,
at times getting grazed in the face
by nature's food fight

our feet between the squish squish of the crab apple

We were two peas, if you please, in a curious pod,
like a whimsical joke from a laughing God:
Me, the champion of her scallions,
the guardian of her garden,
leaving all sensibility befuddled
with an, "I beg your pardon?"

I wonder if she knew then the gravity of the situation,
watching mama scream bloody murder,
as I came into this world..

..was she scratching her head, lips curled, in questioning amazement,
just like Newton must have been, when developing his theory?
What d'you suppose they both were thinking?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree..

Written March 27, 2016
For the Cliche Contest Hosted by Silent One

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: crazy, death, love,

- Dead Or Alive -

The wolves howling at the height of his past life

As a strangled breath from the grave

The air feels heavy and smells rotten soil

He never forgot his great love

The woman who was his passion

Links and bells chime in the wind

The taste of vintage wine

His blood rushes through a gloriously red rose

The last restraint is gone

If death is a caress, what is life ?

His bride will be transported on a white horse

- 07.08.2016
  Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
  Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: loneliness, lost love,

Crazy Crazy Love

Inspired By Angel Marie and
Her Poem "Crazy Love"

She looked at me with tear filled eyes
And said that we were through
Then walked away, from my love
There, was nothing I could do

Now my fright, grows strong at night
I pray that she is near
To think she might, not return
Is now my greatest fear

I drive around, while on my cell
But she's nowhere in sight 
Worried sick to death
I hope that she's alright

Perhaps she's leaving on a jet
She may be going home
I fail to see what this has done
But leave us both alone

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, crazy, deep, desire, heart, love, philosophy,

Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 1

And the music began,
And with power so strong, I nearly fell back from the force
Snarling, smiling, demons held me upright,
As the Precarious Prince began,

“Dare you in silence come to me, Daughter of Eve,
To challenge my wisdom with your lust to sing,
A child of God—you provoke His flea,
A monster in the dark—a sight to see!

In meditative silence, I was ever blooming,
The passion for power in my mind consuming,
In silence, my brilliance berated all other
My beauty, shocking, my wings of color

Etched in golden array, 
Silence was my everything,
A bud so tight, so light, so moist,
In heaven bright—its beam rejoiced!

And now, as knowledge, as power do burst,
I sit in silence, though in the worst
A quiet so perturbed your stomach curbs,
I long in luster for demons to disturb

Silence, once a subordinate to my wit,
Had found its way into this grimy pit,
Where now your God has given me,
A work of sloppy treachery…

Had I been He, and He been me,
I would throw His heart into the sea,
And watch the eels suck each artery
And listen to his lullabies for a century,
To feel his spirit sweat in the flames of my power,
I would shred his head on the highest tower,
Give him something to really Bab-bel,
Make him wish Eve had crushed that apple” 

He smiled at me with teeth protruding, 
Head craning,
Keenly waiting for my reply
My throat was insanely dry, and my heart racing
I had expected more, yet expected less…
And now all my wits were a wretched mess

Yet still Death severed those deep bass chords..
I began as a child would, with a doubtful sigh,
I wondered yet again what kind of trouble I was coming by
And inspired by The Reaper’s little push, I began

“In my days in your presence, dear one
Silence shall not roam too close,
I do not sing to disdain you,
Rather to know you, 
I do not grow quiet,
To decompose you…”

I stopped for a moment, 
To see him staring rather attentively,
As if he were expecting a miracle
His almost angelic expression changed as quick as it came…

“Go on…” He demanded“Sing me what your God would have sang…”

“You speak of silence, in the fogs of doom,
In your pit you dwell, and with a child you make room,
I have ached long in the vision of your cries,
Watching the happy children, and the relieving sighs,
I imagined you just as I see you today,
A beautiful sufferer, with wit, bite, and sway
Crushing courage in your wake,
I implore you—you quake
Moments like these I will never forget,
To win, to lose, to KNOW I wait yet!
What is it with man and his thirst for the truth,
Leading him to fall, to intercede his youth,
And as I do now, wrong or right,
By God and his angels has found delight!
Allowed me with confidence to face you Prince,
A sauntering being of ire and impertinence
I see where your attention bleeds,
I see your mind and I see your needs
Such darkness must now allow some light,
By accepting my challenge—a bravery so bright
Do I mean to admire you, accept you, despise you
Am I hear to judge you, taunt you, transpire you
You and you alone I come for, oh Prince
To show you I care, to break the silence
To share with you the precious gifts of song,
To love, to sing, and in turn…belong…”

The demons chimed with laughter dark
As the Prince sat close beside me
He stood very slow, towering over me,
And took me by the arm

“Charming voice, darling,
You sing quite well,
Shall we sing for as long as you say?
Will you not be missed?”

He pointed above me, and stared at me deeply
There was warning written all over him
A threatening, distant eye,
The other full of desire

“I am missed by you, though I stand before you,
This I say, Prince
I shall stay with you 40 days and 40 nights, 
And then I shall leave you, in the breaking dawn of day…”

His grip tightened upon me,
“I have you, child, woman…light…
For 40 Days and 40 nights… 
Before then, let us make history of song
Yes, my dear..let us both belong…”

The demons gasped,
And Death stood still…steadily strumming a pulse of daring life

----Thank you once again, Justin Bordner, for the title to this work
This may be confusing if you have not yet read the other parts to the poem If you are interested, they are called Light On the Devil’s Chord – Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 as well as The ChallengeThanks for reading friends! ~Laura

Poem Details | by John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo |
Categories: funny, girlfriend-boyfriendme, crazy, love, me,

Dont Mess With Crazy Women

Darlin I just cant keep a eye on you.
Everytime I stop to relax.
I find were threw.

You say leave but dont go far.
Untill you find yourself my dear.
I'll be down at the bar.

So many moods for such a little person indeed.
Forget me when your pissed.
And call me whenever your in need.

Your love is like a brick.
It really hurts when  thrown.
You left me a million messages.
Dear crazy women please leave 
me alone.

You dont know how to act normaly let 
alone when you drink.
My darlin you dont need anything  except for a 

And maybe a nice straight jacket with a muzzle 
After you stabbed me lastnight.
You really didnt  have to call me in the hospital 
and tell me were through.

They say love is sweet but this 
seems more like a lemon.
The moral of this story fellas
is dont mess with crazy women.

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beautiful, confusion, crazy, deep, growth, love, words,

The Despair of In-Between

How I am torn from even thinking we could be more What reason do I have to change what we already are? I make an effort to stop myself from overwhelming you, And the next moment, you are all over me, As I, confused, welcome your playful caresses… And when I offer my own touch, You quickly, shyly decline, With a silence in between telling me you want otherwise I can see it in your eyes… In this trembling tension, I long to melt with you, Offering you a deeper place within me, You inch closer to me with doubt and fear, And I wonder when the barriers will burst My thoughts drifting into the glistening doubt of turning tides In our jokes and laughter, The love that is evident within us is coated away, Tucked within each chuckle, pushing me away… The part of me I long for you to see… For once, I want to hold you, yes… possessively Knowing it is not a trivial joke that brought us together Though here we have not even established mutual affection As it is evident in your complexion… I refuse to believe this is all in my head… It is not by chance that we inch closer to one another In that shy, shameful hesitance My love has no shame It only waits…. You must let go of your uncertainties But please… do not let me go again… Do not reject what is rightfully yours… For it kills me….love, it kills me…. My heart sighs every moment I see the love in your eyes I curse the laughter that we once have cherished For now it is merely a tool to mask the shame of our love I know my words would easily fall into your heart to reassure you, If only you would let open that door, I would show you…. I would hold you…kiss you, and know you…

Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: crazy, destiny, dream, fantasy, imagination, love, magic,


Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love

Crazy excited
I think I'm floating on air
Take time to smell the roses
Love's fragrance everywhere
Spring in my step
Girl, this is cloud nine
Always thinking about you
Can't wait till you're mine

Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love

She's my future
Her name makes me smile
Right now she doesn't notice
But she will after awhile
Yeah, soon head over hills
She'll have a bad case for me
My friends say they don't see it
But true love is meant for me

Ever been infatuated
You just can't explain it
Words won't do
You'll never contain it
And you know what it leads to
Oh my, oooh oooh
I'm falling in love

I'm falling in love
It's crazy
I'm falling in love
Oh baby
I'm in love with you

~Lyric Man

Note: I almost titled this song "Infatuated", it's an upbeat pop lyric about a guy who is completely smitten with a girl (who doesn't even know the guy exist)This guy is so "crazy in love" that it doesn't even matter, not yet anywayI hope you enjoy this fun song about the joy of infatuation.

Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: crazy, dream, heartbroken, i miss you, lonely, longing, lost love,


It's so true
Without my girl I'm blue, I don't know what to do
Sometimes it all starts to go hazy
I wonder if I'm going crazy 
From missing you
Girl, I'm missing you

I feel so cold, so dark and lost
In the night I turn and toss
I wonder, are you turning to

Maybe it's wrong to feel this way
To think I'll die if I don't hear you say
Boy, I'm missing you

See, I was longing all of my days
For a girl who puts me in a daze
Longed for a best friend
A romantic journey that has no end

You came to me like a dream come true
And I never felt so alive
A gift from Heaven to have a girl like you
Without your love I can't survive

Your so fine
Like a red delicious wine, better and better over time
Your sweet taste.Still on my lips
Crazy from being away on all these trips
I'm missing you
Girl, I'm missing you

I'm missing you

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a song I wrote in a lonely hotel room to my wifeShe is my everything! The pain of being on the road and around others who love what I do, when she can't be there with hurts my heart so muchSometimes I wonder if she or anyone else misses the person they love that much!

Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: allusion, angst, dance, fantasy, imagination, longing, lost love,


Hello, sweet brown eyed girl
I'm that guy with the blues
Can't disguise, locked in eyes
Think I might be crazy about you

Give a subtle hint of a smile
So fast I'll be across this floor
Buy you a drink, we'll dance
Later, I'll walk you out the door

Wow, you're lit up like the sun
Giving me a look that I can't fight
All my life I've dreamed of this
I can't wait, until we kiss.tonight 

That's when he passed by me
Strutting slowly over to you...

Girl, those sweet brown eyes
You never even saw these blues
Pure fantasy to hold you in my arms
Across the room, all your charms
They were never mine to lose
It looks like I'll be alone tonight

Be walking home, all alone.tonight
I'm that crazy guy with the blues

Yeah, I'm the guy with the blues
Going crazy behind my blues
Crazy behind these blues 

~Lyric Man

Note: Have you ever thought someone was looking,smiling, or waving at you and then you look, smile, and wave back only to realize that they weren't actually looking, smiling, or waving at youI have and it can be kind of embarrassingI wanted to write a tune with that ideals mind, but put it into a romantic settingThis is what I came up withI hope you enjoy it!

Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: adventure, crazy, cute love, fantasy, humorous, silly, sister, slam,



There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of mis-guided anarchy.

I'm gonna hunt you smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail
Kiss your night one last farewell.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
Won't live another tale to tell.

I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hideout from where you hide.
Smack you around in your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wall of hopelessness
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness, 
Of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you were sleeping.

Sly fox the destroyer!

You are right, you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink, pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: devotion, love, nature



~~The Enemy~~
deep like the abyss
hating has drowned deep inside
pumping to get out

moment in the past
life will never be the same
future history

~~Feet Lust~~
please tickle my toes
caressing feel, in between
sweep me off the ground

~~Love Flows~~
love comes in circles
put them words right in my mouth
sweet like the river

~~Earth Core~~
deeper than a thought
waiting silent under ground
volcano loop hole

~~Silent Grave Yard~~
moon beam upon name
resting forever in peace
tears soon forgotten

darkness turning white
no where to run from now on
I belong to you

nature and it's will
boundaries between all battles
like a dead flower

~~Sweat or Honey~~
hot steamy liquid
yellow like a sun flower
flowing to release

~~Peaks Out~~
brown mountain rock soul
smells nothing like natures dew
wipe off till it's gone

**Going Haiku Crazy** 
 ~~~ Contest~~~

Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: absence, crazy, dark, grief, heartbroken, lost love, stars,

Zodiac Zombie

She cries comets of burning ice
rocketing through a wilderness of bleeding rubies
her constellation, Anaconda, the 13th Sign, drinker of soul wine,

Her cheeks permafrosted with white agony
the accumulation of eons without the lips of her Man's love mercy,

When the word WHY becomes an acronym
for What Have You,
When knowledge of loss is your only gain,
When questions and answers no longer serve a frantic heart
rebellion is the necessary blessing of love becoming beast,
When everything sacred seems destin to be violated
and reborn as a beautiful monster
she became, the Zodiac Zombie,
her heart a super nova explosion,
a demoness on the breath of Death's delay
hunting hearts born through her Star House,
asphyxiating the affection of all who incarnate through her system,
feeding on the veins of fresh obsession, of virgin devotion,

Legend has it that she births the great Poets and Rebels
for their passion is unparalleled in pride and sweet sacrafice,
she is the Zodiac Zombie, Queen of the Black Sea, Goddess of love bleeding -


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: crazy, devotion, murder, passion, woman, women,


Love went to the liquor store
She bought a bottle
Drank until the bottle was dry
Walked on over to the hardware store
Where there she bought a hunting knife

Love sliced open my chest
Her hands grasped my heart
She had a hearty meal
Dropping her knife
She walked away in the dark

Love stole my heart

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: anxiety, conflict, confusion, crazy, how i feel, love, trust,

Conflicted Love

My mind is burning, blazing, turning
With doubts and irrational drivels
My heart is livid and hardened
For it freezes in the potentials of disappointment
Of failure, downfall, and impending death
In ceasefires of never mind, and never more 

My soul is stubborn for alien tastes
For knowledge and truths with prefaces that rub me sore
I question your heart,
I question your intelligence—
Your resonance
Do you harmonize with me,
Or do you smother and terrorize me? 
I question your desires—
Are they beyond me,
Formidable to my own trivialities
Do they blind you with flame burns?
Does your presence and pride
Drown my dreams?
What do you gain?

And I question your love most of all
Your throbbing throat that spurts and spits heavenly conundrums 
Waves in clashing waters furrowing my interests and fears
And growing fires from pupils long fixated across my own

I want to believe you are the one for me,
Though there is so much more for me to see
And I want this heart to love—and love damn-right free!

Oh, but every time I see your face,
Gazing upon the beloved features I have come to admire,
I am crushed—I collapse inwardly
I am utterly defenseless, vulnerable and
Crazy for you
Every time you smile at me sadly,
Softly, and madly….
I sense the sincerity of something so secret
And my cold, selfish heart melts into its furtive light
My suspicious mind begins to glow with tacky hope!
It’s silly—in that moment, I hate myself
Because I have fallen again into a pit full of who-knows-what!

The questions that have pestered me for so long
Become suddenly lost in the pollen of lusty adoration
Where the heart is so liquidated
The brain cannot compute its dearth of consistency
In a matter of pitter-pattered moments
Between fluttery heartbeats and many “I love you’s”…
I have crawled to unreasonable lengths 
To sustain this delectable self-deception

You look into my eyes
I know you feel all this pain
All this turmoil sifting through my being
You feel all of these desires in me rise
The color gives it away on my merciless cheeks
And these glistening eyeballs
You feel me on the brink of breaking
And I cannot emphasize enough how full my heart is! 
It is so full and my mind is dull!
I am so close to giving in—to savoring submission
Though countless frustrations from nameless regions
Tug relentlessly between us
My dreams dissipate into pools of sorrow
My need for more regurgitates on what we have built
I cannot break through the wreckage of blue
When all I want is you

And through it all,
You want me to be strong
To not give up on us
With you, I feel stupid and weak…
How can true love be so bleak?
In its coldest darkness I wish to hide
To stay covered in false convictions
Because sometimes freedom is only for the miserable
While bondage, in pair, is for the loved

Have I become a fool again?
Perhaps, but for you, I will try to be strong
If only peace of some world beyond me could lead this mind
And faith from my God above would reassure my heart
If this should fail,
If we indeed should end,
May our wisdom as two separate beings increase!
So, soul, vacillating soul of mine, be at ease!  

Poem Details | by Anastasia Browning |
Categories: confusion, love, sympathy,

Crazy Things

Its not u, its me
Im tellin u cuz its crazy.
Crazy things happen dont u c
Crazy things happen wit u and me

Its hard to say goodbye
When u know everythings a lie
Its hard to say whats inside 
Cuz every word makes u wanna cry

Dont u c whats happening
Im going crazy
I need u in my life cuz 
Its eatin me alive

These things happen all the time
Theres no need to lie
Just hold on to your love
Through these...
"Crazy Things"

Poem Details | by Pashang Salehi |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, crazy, life, love,


Perplexity …

To be or to become, death is the question,
     not knowing the end, show me the direction.
What is a chain, if it is broken?
     Today my words are all unspoken.
What is my destiny? living with pain!
     living in the desert hoping for rain.
How do I wish for a gentle breeze?
     take me to a garden before I freeze.
What does it say a dying rose?
     To love birds in Fall, when winter oppose.
Travel further, further than never,
     live with laughter, pain hardly ever.
Descend to a land; I call it Demand;
     hope for the secrets, to be understand.
Surrender yourself in a bundle of Love,
     What measures love, comes from above.
Having the Knowledge of understanding why;
     There is no dying, or saying goodbye.
Striving  for Independence, worries will be gone;
     The darkness will be changing in early early dawn.
Becoming the Oneness of all in one,
     Do all the things that never been done
Wondering what if, is there any more?
     May be we are lost, now and before.
May be I am lost, lost in a sea;
     May be there is Death and then I am free.

June 2015

Poem Details | by Steven Clark |
Categories: crazy, kids, fun, funny, funny love, humor, humorous,

Driving My Kids Crazy

Driving my kids crazy
Every day and night
Because my mind is hazy
Nothing comes out right

Still, I keep on teaching
The foggy lessons in my head
At the end of all my preaching
There's but one thing said

"I know what you are saying...
You said that yesterday."
In their heads their praying
I will go away

Still, they do consult me
When they are truly stuck
But, if I get to wordy
They'll be out of luck

The message will start hazing
From their doe-eyed sight
This act starts with a glazing
Of eyes and face and light

I see their minds have left me
They are waiting out their time
And if, they ignore me
It is a small crime

I know my kids all love me
And I feel just the same
Still I hope they'd all agree
In this there's no blame

And so I may keep yapping
Each and every day
But If disaster's tapping
I'll be on the way

I just want to guide my kids
Not drive them away
As I watch them roll those lids
I see the end of day

Okay, I'll be quiet now
No more torture, pain, or strife
And if, you'll just show me how
I'll go e-mail my wife

Poem Details | by Sheer Terror |
Categories: betrayal, conflict, crazy, dark, death, imagery, jealousy, lost love, love, passion, tree, violence,

The Carving of Hearts

I can not give away the Image engraved in my vision 
as I stood beside giants while hidden
mighty Titans, that is how I see the trees that hid me
in their shadows like a villain 
thrown together by circumstance, 
I looked high into the sky, had to cover my eyes 
reaching out for an introduction
my gesture sat unmoved, unworthy
the trees remain silent and solemn
absurd, it would be troubling if a Tree answered me
as a friend to attend a function
crazy as it seems the perfect witness is a tree 
to keep a secret like an alliance unspoken
a maze of roots wrapped around in the soil
twisting, and turning almost impossible to follow, to my feet, to a connection   

In the privacy of the trees, I saw you hiding from me or was it a dream that brought me here just to see you my dear carving the heart of another into our tree

the tree trunk held a carving of the smallest heart
amber in color like old blood no longer red
I found you here like all the tears that do not fall
instead I am drowning in my head
the knife came from your pocket as you were kissing me
far into a place unexpected 
with precision our letters appeared in the center
of the tree, of the heart, of regrets
pride, he walked me along the path to the trees
to the heart, to you and the sharpest of knives that I keep in your chest
time has slipped away,no forward, no back, no simply left me in trespass
my titan trees did not protest the screams
the blood that still runs along their roots
twisting and turning from you to me at last

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: death, evil, fear, longing, love hurts, perspective,

Crazy Love Under A Blue Moon

How is it possible, to be "awful" and "amazing" at the same time?
Please don't find me "annoying" as I ponder your "grim" and "gruesome".
There is something quite "delightful" about seeing you so "frightened"!
It is "fortunate" that we crossed paths, "finding" you is most certainly a sign.

For you I have erected a "monolith" here under the blue moon.
At its very centre I will look upon your pure white "oval" face.
I will know pleasure as I gaze into your stunning "opaque" eyes.
It is so very wonderful to see how you are "opening" up to me!

I will not "patronize" you for you will be the "pride" of my garden.
This is merely a simple "prelude" to our very precious time together.
I know removing your face will seem "vicious", but know l will be gentle.
If I'm kind you won't be "vindictive"! Instead you'll love me and I'll be "Victorious"!

For Shadow's "Make a Poem *2Contest."

I used quotes for the words because my iPad doesn't allow me to bold words on Poetry Soup

I wrote this piece from a serial killers perspective, I guess I've watched to many episodes of "Criminal Minds".

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 Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, best friend, cat, crazy, cute love, friendship, funny,

Staircase Race

March 21, 2015

you shan't win
not this day my furry friend
watch me run

head start - yeah!
close to end he leaps down ledge
watch him fly

staircase race 
wins and rubs it in my face
prissy proud prance

Poem Details | by Charles Hamouth |
Categories: conflict, crazy, love hurts, relationship,


Preposterous, I am not a junk-food addict!
The recipe was good;
The presentation was great;
The final dish, however, was disappointing.
It could have used a teaspoon full of warmth
And maybe a dash of humor.
A crowd pleaser, at first, to be sure,
But not worth the effort.

Poem Details | by Sara Beaderstadt |
Categories: inspirational, loveme, crazy, love, me, morning,

My Teddy Bear

 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 
 My teddy bear leaves a silent message everywhere
 My teddy bear leaves a desk full of paper and a drink in the fridge
 Sayin' baby take my hand and we'll build a bridge
 My teddy bear knows which song to play
 My teddy bear knows how to make me smile more each day

 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 

 My teddy is slowly teaching me to let it all go
 My teddy bear is teaching me to let my emotions flow
 I sometimes get a little crazy and lose control
 I sometimes lose sight of whats in my soul
 My teddy bear steadily speaks in my ear
 Everything in sight reminding me that he's still here
 My teddy bear texts just to say, "Good morning beautifulI love you."
 A random call in the middle of the afternoon just to say, "Baby, I'm here to pull you 

 I look around and see you everywhere
 Every moment reminding me that you'll be there
 Your wisdom and knowledge fills my ears 
 Your presence in my heart says you're still here
 My teddy bear   My teddy bear


Poem Details | by Patrick DaCosta |
Categories: feelings, i love you, lonely, true love,

Crazy for you

Crazy for you

You call me crazy but I'm crazy over you, I don't want to scare you so I can message you less, once a day if you want me too.

  I'll send you flowers and presents not on your birthday valentine Christmas or anniversaries to prove I care about you, any day week or month because my heart wants you any and all time not when it's told its time to love.

 Take that leap reach out and take hold, what do you have to lose? Take a chance with someone who's a man not a boy, I've been hurt before and turned my back but you came along and now I don't want to be alone

No tears are promised just that I will wipe them not walk away, friendship and trust because I care for you as you know I do.

 Love will take its time, a day week month or year, I'm in no hurry so don't be afraid we'll take it slowly for Rome and life was not built in a day

So reach out one hand and I'll take it in mine, and together we'll become one friend one lover one heart woman and man.

By Patrick D

Poem Details | by Michael Bell |
Categories: beautiful, crazy, devotion, growth, love,

Exponential love

Exponential  Love   

Just like a river  with endless flow,
my love  for  you  forever  glow,
you have  the  sparkle  in  your  eye,
that gives  me  the answer as to  why,

Like a pendulum swing to and  fro,
my heart  is  pounding blow  by  blow,
for  as the  rhythm stays in  motion,
empowers the spirit of  devotion 

The  growth of  love  is  exponential,
cannot  explain this rare potential,
You’ve engraved within my  soul, 
Footprints of love that’s cast in stone.
Fusion of  thoughts  are  moulded in one 
Trusting I will  never  walk alone 

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: crazy, longing, love, lust, meaningful, romantic love, sensual,

I Cannot Word It Best

Where can I trace this finite feeling,
So that you may see it in its true form?
Upon your heart I would wish it would land,
Yet could my silly hands possibly reach there?
Such an affecting grasp it would have to be,
A fervent fingering, restless and wonting, 
Submerged in the mortification of my true thoughts

No, I cannot word it best in your presence, 
Let alone in the privacy of my avid writhing 
You would quickly think me mad
If I were to even attempt 
If I were to even try

See, when I touch,
I fear 
And I fall

Quickly, quickly now I see you have mastered your rhetoric 
And I wonder, wonder, with hellish anxiety
How can such easy words just drift off your lips?
Can they see how trying it is for me to simply breathe?
To process all their meaning,
To sift them over and over
And to push them from my prodding
As my silence swallows all its rages
And it is such a thirstful rage
That blooms every flower I feel for you
It is a red, dark, oozing rage,
Longing to be caressed by clarity,
Longing to be seized by you

No, I cannot word it best 
If I were alone, wild and free,
Forgetting every mountain I must climb,
Pushing everything rotting me away… 
If I were free to dance in screaming rain,
Or quarrel heatedly with a furious wind,
I could not say it loud enough,
Nor strong enough
Words only stump me,
Their form in my shaking mouth would justly falter,
The pull of their tides sinking me

I am wavering in your presence
Imminently, doggedly, candidly 
I am quiet, for I am weak for you
I am easy enough,
Though my obscured world complicates me
As yours enthralls me
Is it then that my silence is my true strength,
That holds all the meaning I could possibly imagine?
If you were to pierce that essence
With anything more than your words,
I would cross thresholds of desires impermeable
Miles and miles of winds would be hushed by them  
Melting in the magma of my drive
Rapids of rain soaking into the soil of sweet defeat
Compelling puddled reflections every which way

I cannot word it best
If I were to be sworn into confession
Tied up tight facing demanding, persuasive questions
I could not dream to baptize you with my strangest waters
With my oddest words of love 
For you would see too soon that I am haunted
Crushed even,
In the silences and woes that most disregard 
Because in my love
You would soon find desolate greed 
Mixed with the pains and anguishes of my past
You would see my rage take form
In such a gentle lie 
Squeezing every possible feeling 
Into a quickly cooling, solid rock 
I always fear
I always fall

In all the coldness of my insecurities,
No heat melts me more than the thought of your love
I see it clearly through your seamless strength
I could not bear to see you go
Those words you utter
That love you show
No, I could not dream…
If I were to bring myself to speak,
To bravely trace those fingers on your heart,
To kiss your mind,
I would hope that you could breathe with me
I would wish you would perceive with me
All that is languishing underneath

February 3, 2018

Poem Details | by Michael Plantamura |
Categories: devotion, hope, love, love, me,

She Drives me Crazy 3

Her skins as soft as a baby angel
I love her hair each silky strand
When she smiles like one million candles warm
I long to hold her hand
Now i know of love and have felt it's touch
just but once upon my heart
Yet this woman has touched me this very way
right from the very start
But all we love is not ours to have 
not to hold to taste or touch
So there is sadness amidst the joy i feel of wanting you so much
Yet I wont arrest my need for love and joy
these two things i hold so dear
So I will allow myself to feel the gentle warmth
which greets me when you are near

Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: crazy, culture, dark, death, dream, fantasy, love,


They say fantasy is in the wind
But I can see it everywhere
We’re all chasing empty beauty 
And that’s before the bubble’s pop

Reality is just complex delusion
Too successful to taste freedom
Thinking we’ve lived and loved
Because that’s what we are told

But what if it was just control
The only truth was in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.fear begins

We don’t give it a second thought
Distracted until we go blind
Entertained to the slaughter
Like our parents before us

And we think we had a nice life
They called it real, it was fantasy
Pure love danced right past us
In the wind and in our dreams
It was never the fantasy
Freedom was and will forever be
Inside the mind what you can’t see

While they fight to keep control
The only truth is in my dreams
Nothing real or what it seems
Imagination dies.children cry
While the wall is being built
Locking us in, can’t feel the wind
Love locked out.fear begins

Still, passion rides the wind 
Dreams are my reality
And if somehow this isn’t...
Never wake me up!

~Lyric Man

Note: A rainy, melancholy day set the mood to pen this “R & B tune” that talks about the many call lifeImagination is chased out of children until childlike wonder is extinctThe blind lead the blind into empty lives while love rides on the wind of forgotten dreamsFantasy in many respects was the true reality, but we are conditioned to miss itFrom our youth, society builds walls to “protect” us, but in truth they in-prison usWe lose our awe of senses, including self awarenessOur lives get diluted into septic pits we are conditioned into thinking is normalAn we are being entertained to distract us from the approaching slaughterSociety rapes our innocence, robs our freedom, and hides us from daring loveAnd the mindless masses sleep walk to their graveFor most people, by the time they are 40.their most “real” moments are in their dreamsAnd on this rainy day of dreaming my only fear is waking up and being like the real world!

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: animal, appreciation, love, wisdom,

The Crazy Cat Lady

Twice-a-day, though sun or rain, in storm or wind or snow

                    The crazy lady fed her strays, and watched them come-and-go

She had a name for every one, and knew them by their face

                    Though they sometimes had a spat, they treated her with grace

They numbered over thirty, eating more than she could pay

                    But with bottles and her overtime, she always found a way

She oft-times skipped a meal herself, to make sure that they ate

                    And sometimes lived in darkness, if she paid the light bill late

Many nights she braved the chill if she couldn't pay for heat

                    She rarely bought new clothing, or new boots to warm her feet

And it never ruined Christmas when she didn't have a tree

                    Cuz she bought an extra meal, instead, for her feline family

She made art of cutting corners, though she rarely caught a break

                    And countless were the comforts that she gave up for their sake

But she never felt it sacrifice, or her own needs thus impeded

                    She'd lost in love, but like us all, she still needed to be NEEDED

So, if forfeiting for those we love is a nonsensical thing to do..

                    Perhaps we should ALL consider.being a bit more crazy, too.

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