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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: beauty, culture, desire, dream, hindi, longing, love,

Dreams of India

Dreams of India

Her music haunts me
in such a knowing way
it makes me weep
and causes my heart to ache.

I become homesick for her
scents, her sounds, her food,
her enchanting dance
which spawns dreams
of her romance.

I know in my heart
I have lived there,
I know, I have loved there.

Her poetry transcends
my spirit to encompass
a wholeness that is
so familiar to me.

I dream of the Ganges ,
and her gentle cleansing flow,
of reflections on its surface
when the moon is hanging low.

Of crickets singing nightly
to serenade me to sleep.
I dream of colors of the saris,
the beauty that they keep...

Of garlands placed with care,
a gajra in a maiden's hair
and the hues of floral leis.

I hold a reverence for Hindu 
gods and goddesses.
I aspire to learn the sacredness
of varmala in the seeds of
past lifetimes I have shared.

A passion grows for those
whose love glows through their 
auras to welcome strangers.

I'd love to share a cup of chai
to chat with friends in open air.
I long to return home, though
I have never been there.

1-2-19
© Connie Marcum Wong 
~Poem of the Day January 4, 2019~

Free Verse Style Only Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor Emile Pinet

a gajra: flowers which females use as a decoration 
for their hair.

Varmala: is a tradition from ancient times where a beautiful garland of flowers symbolizes a proposal of marriageIn the tradition of SwayamvarA female would choose her life partner from a group of suitors by placing a flower garland around the neck of her chosen manOnce the girl had made her choice, a marriage ceremony would be held right away.


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: culture, deep, emotions, loss, love, passion, psychological, relationship,

A Love Story

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, 
Belongs with an upper-middle class family
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare, 
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....

The girl is very good.

The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...

The boy is very good.


They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The  girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his
 
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.

Time flows.
Love goes to another address... 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: culture, deep, emotions, friendship, imagery, life, poetry,

WE SHARE A LOVE: A COLLABORATION WITH JAN ALLISON

Teddy lives in a world of strife,
Where fight for existence is stiff.
He writes poems that show his daily struggle,
As he tries to understand why there’s no mingle
Between different tribes and clans;
God, well maybe has better plans
His eyes are black, and his skin brown,
Like the Mother Earth he has grown.
Poverty and corruption is the norm,
As crime gangs day to day always form
His world I say, is so different from mine

Jan tries hard to make folks smile
Forget their troubles for a while
She writes poems that may make you weep
Other poems she pens you may wish to keep
Her eyes are green, her hair is titian -
The color’s out a bottle - that grey CAN be beaten
She lives on a little Island surrounded by the sea
where the air is fresh and there's no poverty
Unemployment is low, there is little crime
Her world is so very different from mine

We share a love;
A love for letters, words,
And verses,
Knit together to create a deep message
That forever echoes deep within our souls.
 
Difference in race, nationality and ideology
Are all fused together in rhythm and sonnets,
Making us citizens of the world,
Enjoying the anarchy of love.
 
We are miles apart across the sea
But we share a love called poetry.


Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: boyfriend, culture, cute love, humorous, love, racism, spanish,

Notes on Dating a Latino: What You Don't Learn in High School Spanish Class

OneLatino boys like Buffalo Wild WingsIt isn't clear why, but it's definitely emerging as a pattern.

TwoLatino boys are persistentWhen he asks to kiss you for the first time, say noWhy? Because you've known him for a matter of weeks and he is not your boyfriend yetDon't worry..he will continue to ask every week until you say yes.

ThreeLatino boys are really good kissers.

FourLatino boys love their familyHis cousins are best friends, so you probably already know several of themIf any of his cousins also like you, you might think this is problematicYour boyfriend will tell you that it's normal, and it's just because they're jealous, and not to worry about itYou will probably worry about it anywaySometimes it's better to let things go.

FiveLatino boys are romanticHe will tell you how he loves you in two languages and struggle to find an apt metaphor which he can pronounce in the English languageSince his English isn't perfect, he uses his hands to compensate when he speaks,  uses a tilt of his head, a shift in his voice; he says most with his eyes, when he isn't speaking at all.

SixNotice how he lights up when he smiles at you, like the sunrise..remember that the word for smile in Spanish is sonrisa.

SevenWhen he offers to teach you the meringue, say yesWhen you trip over each other's feet, laughWhen his face moves close to yours..kiss him.

EightWhen your racist father starts talking about socioeconomic classes, remind him that unlike your brother's American friends, your friends are sober(Well, more soberDo not bring up tequilaThey're not potheads, at least.) Besides, your Spanish teacher is thrilled with your miraculous improvement in spoken Spanish.

NineWhen you go bowling with him and his cousins and he whispers in your ear that people are staring at us, tell him it's just because they're jealous that I have a boyfriend that will dance with me in public.

Ten"Te amo" is a phrase that sounds prettiest when whispered.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: adventure, car, change, confusion, culture, cute love, destiny, lost, love, meaningful, metaphor, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, passion, people, philosophy, places, proposal, remember, romantic, science, senses, simple, smart, social, spoken word, symbolism, time, travel, true love, visionary, wisdom,

Roads

the shortest road
is the one that you know
the longest road
is the one that you love


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

A bloody Rose

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


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, break up, culture, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, earth, environment, freedom, happiness, happy, heart, humanity, innocence, kiss, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, ocean, passion, peace, planet, poetry, relationship, romance, romantic, senses, sensual, silence, soulmate, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,

Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?




Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, love, peace, philosophy, political, science, integrity,

Aquarian Age

Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.

Yet, if love is synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation is this co-passion's regenerate transgeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together as ecological We?

Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-opportunity,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehensive consciousness,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating as double-binding time and rhythm
pattern and color RNA's free-fractal love connection.

If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and Nature's bicameral perception is 2-dimensional prime,
bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating double-yin,
reiterative communicative processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;

Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.

Universal monocultural power of governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate,
climatic,
gravitational integrity,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked power conjoins dark yin-time-ations,
shy bigendering romantic camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial 
gift-it-forward 
Age of Aquarius.


Poem Details | by Hardik Gala |
Categories: culture, hindi, love,

Ek tarfa pyar

Thehri hue julfe theri
Jab pawan k joke ched jate he
Dhadkan ruksi jati he meri
Teri ek muskan ke aage

Ruk sa jata he waqt teri ek jhalak ke aage
Sab bhul ke bawra ho jata hu me
Har us gali, maholle se jaha tu guzarti he
Aashiq aawara k naamse jana jata hu me

Dil kehta he teri julfo se khelu
Dhadkan ki raftar badhti jati he tere khayalo se
Jab nazre mod k tu chali jati he
Tab Dhadkan tham jati he meri

Sapne in ankho me kai sanjoye tere
Darta hu kahi aansuo me behna jaye
Dil bayan kar rha he dastane ishq har pal
Juban pe khamoshi har pal cha jaye

Nazro se ankh micholi kesi khel rhe hum
Ishq mera thukrati teri nazre raaz chupaye he kahi
Ek tarfa pyaar saccha he mera
Tere sajde ki aas me hosh sambhal jaye kahi


Poem Details | by Michael Bell |
Categories: culture, dedication, devotion, love, marriage,

CONQUERING LOVE I

"CONQUERING LOVE   

Hinged between the family feud,
our love is forged in spite dismay.
as egos grapple rift of old,
I  know you have a  heart of  gold.

Defiance all, my heart aflame,
at statue ruins we meet again
This  secret  place, to us discreet, 
Like  puffin doves, we pledge our love,
For no one  else  but  us  can  see, 
our  unity  under the  willow  tree,

Believe  not that of  gossip tongue,
Not  chosen them, my soul mate  be,
I know you not, tradition seek.
For sake of honour, custom speak.

No  rule  or code or  flogging  me,
For you my  love,  my fortress  be.
A miracle wish, this feud shall  cease
My knight  in armour  set me free.

I long the  day  in  history,
To spend our life in tranquillity.
Submit to thee my dignity.
A life in distant far away,
lest family lead my life astray.

©Copyright 2013 M..ABell (alfi – m.za)
All Rights  Reserved 


Poem Details | by Emaka Abbott |
Categories: beach, conflict, culture, cute love, innocence, love hurts, moon,

Moon And Ocean

Moon looks down upon us from so high in the unending sky, the sky so deep in color.

Moon says when the fun begins, when we can come out, along with the soft warm breeze,
Of Summer time.

Moon guides us along our nightly journey.

Our journeys to big, Red Flower parties.
To, kisses of love in the sky parties.
Along with our parties, to his true love.
She waves to him, showing her love, as she crashes against the shore, speaking to him.

Ocean sings to him, 
While Moon paints pictures for her in the sky.

The love is an impossible love, but they did the impossible.
More impossible than Romeo and Juliet.
More than a princess and a farm boy.
They did it.

The saying is, distance makes the heart grow stronger.
Now we know why Ocean is more talkative at night,
Her true love is just over her.
After years and years, they’ve talked, shared secrets.
Stories about the creatures that roam on her shore.
Or the creatures that talk about the sky being beautiful with the pictures in the stars.


We are proud to announce the marriage of,
MrMoon, and MrsOcean.

And they live happily ever after.


Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: culture, love, romantic, spiritual,

Ethiopian Eyes



Addis Ababa pulse,
Blue Nile passion flow
into the heart of a Mtoto midnight

Tropical forest desires,
soft Harari waves moving
at the tidal touch crescent height

Jijiga sepia legs
dancing Danakil closer to ebb dreams
Anticipated pleasure from the static electricity

Nubian swaying hips,
snowflake moans Mekelle melted
Zebra fire kiss.burnished lips of lava intensity

Ethiopian eyes
ever ebony sparkling
Candice soul of a regal queen

Ethiopian eyes
ivory moonlight glistening
Love shared beneath a starlit covering  

Ethiopian shut eyes,
solar eclipse illuminating
Cosmic soul of a celestial being

Ethiopian open eyes,
angelic attraction overwhelming
Love vowed with a silhouette veil lifting

Ethiopian eyes
reveal a forever dawn
of a love affair never ending


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

CANT FEEL THE WIND

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 farce.so 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 Sara Lucas |
Categories: confidence, cool, courage, culture, for her, growth, i am, self, write,

Self Aware of Love

And she thought words were beautiful even in the early morning…                                        
The heart she bare on her sleeve was as transparent as her apologetic warningsDaydreaming consistently,she was flawed but not boring                                                          Her every breath inhaled the scent of constant passion;                                                      
Pressing a pen onto paper was her weapon against reaction                                                    
The complexity of her ways..left even the wisest to contemplating for days                        This is not just a phase.To be cursed with the constant of empathetic waves                     Being so humbled, it hurts                                                                                                                Life was no game;Her love just put you first                                                                                    
It’s just how she was created.Never because she self -hated                                                She never deserved to be ill-fated                                                                                           
She says that she’ll Fake itFake it until she makes it                                                                              I believe her because she’s strong.Where she is, is where she belongs                                   
This is how some are left confused--                                                                                                 
Tilt there heads because there amused                                                                                Amused…to see someone not fighting to prove                                                                      
Feeling no need to ramble bad vocabulary.Is in comparison quite the contrary                      
She enjoys observing the surroundings while listening                                                               She want to get what she’s been giving                                                                                        What Im trying to convey..Even if your in your battle everday                                         
Never let others change your ways                                                                                              
Never let circumstances cause dismay.


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: culture, freedom, grief, love hurts, perspective, relationship, solitude,

RANT WITH A SLANT



I challenge you to a rhetorical
to prove me wrong else be unconventional 
‘bout a problem that’s gone systematical
everyone’s so radical and cynical   
once burnt all swear to now be rational
petrified to be poetical and get physical  
relationships always problematical
they start off superficial hardly practical 
usually nonsensical and contradictional
end up analytical emotional or psychological   
enigmatical fanatical or plain lethargical
sometimes as wild as satanical
yet sure enough it’s almost typical 
it’s really absurdly comical
the inevitable becomes the eventual
you go and fall and it’s unconditional
starts off all angelical and sensational
turns out illogical and territorial
often becomes tyrannical  
immoral and unethical 
then cryptical and diabolical   
there has to be something remedial
it’s just too tragical 
how we now prefer to be online virtual
we might as well be asexual
because there’s no sense being sensual
we’re all too freak’n skeptical
to believe in the magical and supernatural
do you have a comeback what’s in your arsenal  
or are you just too visceral
or too darn busy being metaphysical


Submitted this March 5, 2018, for contest QUICK FIRE RAPID RHYME sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI  -  RANKED 4TH


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 Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: children, culture, love, spiritual,

Daisy Chain


Each generation
		is the next link in the chain
But our ancestral past
won’t let the future children 
		of posterity go, to run free
Adam and Eve put the first breach
in the human chain 
Caused us to start building fences,
made neighbors divide themselves
Your little white girl
wandered into my yard the other day
Bless her little heart,
she started picking some daisy flowers
My little black girl saw her,
and came outside to play with her neighbor
Innocent fun had by everyone
Your little girl put a daisy flower
in my little girl’s hair
Said they were both at a wedding,
and started holding hands and dancing
A tear of joy came from my eye,
as I thought about how, as neighbors, 
		you and I don’t speak much
We’re the ones so out of touch
I now realize a daisy chain is a soul connection
Letting go of past animosities 
		will break the chain of distrust caused by sin.
will mend the fences of brotherly love again


Poem Details | by Janis Thompson |
Categories: culture, love, lust, passion,

Extemporaneous Love

Extemporaneous Love

Like a fire 
contained in a crate
extemporaneous love
burning wildly
outside compassionate law

fiery eyed suave, furtive glance
soft, quick stroke at the back of the neck
and a long voluptuous wish

electric current charging
the eros energy of
thought undone dares
elicit naughtiness

beginning with a friendly touch
the words “hello”
suggestive smile
yes, so
suggestive
of what?

11/14/17


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

I LOVE SOUTH ASIAN WOMEN

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

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

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


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: betrayal, culture, love, lust, romance, sensual, sexy,

Came alot

Queen Guinevere was quite a sight
When Arthur returned from a fight
He looked up and down
Then said with a frown,
"You look like you've had a rough knight!"

Arthur opened the bedroom door
Where clothes lay all over the floor
"This looks rather bad,"
Said Sir Gal He Had,
"I've mistaken your wife for an whore."

There's more to the story than that
The Kingdom of Arthur fell flat
But Queen Guinevere
Did not shed one tear
For she loved to give tit for tat!


Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: betrayal, culture, love, lust, marriage, miracle, relationship,

Love Versus Lust

Some folk are prone to love affairs
For sex rewards the one who dares
They are hot to trot
Because they forgot
Miracles don't happen in pairs!


Poem Details | by Curtis Moorman |
Categories: beautiful, ireland, love, romantic love, truth, woman,

Tribute To Native Culture

TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE

'Tis the Irish homeland
Racing in me blood lad
On it, I'll take me stand
Of me heritage, I am glad

The bonny lass I call me own
Keeps me feeling true
When days on end I must be gone
With the chores I have to do

But when the time is o'er
For me to be back home
I close and lock the door
Vowing not to roam

I'll keep her by me side
As long as breath is mine
She'll not be denied
On that, she is relying

Irish eyes were smiling 
Of that ye can be sure
To send one so beguiling
So wholesome and so pure

15 November
For the contest sponsored by Line Gauthier


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: culture, devotion, love, peace, prayer, uplifting,

THERE SHE WAS



There she was alone
Sitting against the window
In the middle of the bus
Reserved off in her own thoughts
Dressed dark and different
From some faraway culture
It wasn’t till I sat next to her
That I realized she was praying
I felt a bubble of peace and love
Exuding from her heart
Her devotion was palpable
In the midst of commotion
She was transported
And I was touched she let me
Somehow share in her 
Private ritual of reverence



Submitted on December 6, 2018, for CONTEST NO.525 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND


Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: community, culture, dad, daughter, devotion, education, family, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, friendship, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, husband, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, international, joy, marriage, men, mentor, mother daughter, niece, parents, poems, relationship, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, voice, wisdom, world, youth,

Your My Dear Friend

We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"


Poem Details | by Bleddyn Pullen |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, culture, inspiration, joy, sports,

I Love Rugby

Rugby, what a beautiful and passionate game
Its not about money, fashion or fame.
Invented one day by a guy named Webb
How do go "I have a game to play"? 

A war that's fought on a muddy field
They'll give their last breath to insure victory is sealed.
The pride of a nation rests on their shoulders 
They have the heart, they're stood like boulders.
Its not about winning and they know
We're a rugby nation, we wanna see heart and a good show.

With quick passes out to the wings
The Millennium erupts, the entire country sings.
He's on his twenty two, he has a way to go
And stood in front of him is a Tommy Bow.
He has the pace and a Rugby brain
He makes ten yards and changes his lane.
He beats the one but not the other
A cheeky offload, its in the hands of his brother.
He's tackled fast and what a hit!
Two minutes on the floor he'll need to sit.

The balls been recovered and passed inside
The forwards have got it, you better run and hide.
Bests of men who never get the glory
I think their work is 80% of the story.

We're just over the half way and today's not the defenses day.
They missed their chance, 
the ball went back but they was all in a trance.
We still have the ball and we're smashing trough
Now we're on their twenty two.
The balls being passed from left to right
Their looking for a gap, that little bit of daylight.
Our captain he gets in in his two hands
He boulders through on his ass the defender lands.

That was it! The chance we need
He done his job, he knows how to lead.
The ball goes out straight to the right
Only one defender left in the fight.
One quick dummy and he's been conned
He touches the ball down and you see the brotherly bond.

Crying, cheering and cwtching and that's just the crowd 
They can take a break, they done their country proud.
Those feelings they have I'll never know
I just wanted to say, "Thank you for the show".


Poem Details | by Omar Hachmi |
Categories: age, art, beautiful, courage, culture, hindi,

I love you

The love was a dream so I hope that I keep the length of my life asleep 
The series was your love I do not want him to be the end of the 
If your love so I hope that breathe air 
If your love I want a cigarette that has become addicted to them 
The love was a wealth so I hope to live in my body 
The love was the most beautiful bird dreamed of his upbringing


Author : Omar Hachmi 


Poem Details | by kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr |
Categories: adventure, culture,

I LOVE FOOTBALL

its a game
that can be insane
as they run
to me its fun
to catch it off the wall
I LOVE FOOTBALL


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: care, celebration, character, community, courage, culture, dedication, emotions, freedom, heart, identity, image, inspiration, inspirational, life, love, passion, patriotic, places,

GENUINE PINOY

7,100 islands, you are made up..
Pearl of the orient seas, that's how you are..
Cradle of four civilization, historians says..
Only Christian nation, even they speak..

Abounded with vast green forests..
Surrounded by shallow to deep trenches...
Choose wether to white and black sands of beaches..
Each island is an enticement...

Every province has it's own native delicacy...
Each one is known for its festival felicity..
Poor as it may seem yet great in hospitality..
Enabling each tourist to feel welcome in grandiosity...

Look around, you will see a smile..
Scattered genuine friendship in mile..
Wether you are black, white or yellow skin..
They don't care as long as you're clean...

Clever and intelligent...
Creative and truly magnificent..
Small probably by height..
Yet, if known you'll be full in sight..

God fearing - spirited by nature..
Responsible enough for the future..
Families implants love to nurture..
Obviously seen in each Filipino creature...

By: olive_eloi
26/09/2013
10:29am


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

Take me to the countryside

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


©2013 Christine Phillips


Poem Details | by Jeffrey Lee |
Categories: community, culture, family, hip hop, love, urban, youth,

HIP HOP

Give me a beat and mic
I’ll recite what I write
Let me tell you a story of the hardships of life
How to survive poverty and strife
It’s the lifestyle of the youth
Through the music it speaks the truth 
Everyone became more diversified
We found the truth when the elders lied 
It reminds us of our strength and unity
Never about self but just about family
It changed the world of fashion
A culture religion; it’s how we living
Always breaking racial barriers and it binds us
Together we learned how to love and trust
It teaches us black lives matter
Poetic black youth spit verses and their pockets got fatter 
Many become urban legends and stars
It taught us to dream big and we can go far
What we say, wear, eat, drink, and think
Don’t turn your heads and don’t even blink
This thing you were scare of and wanted to stop
You can’t it’s the fabric of America, HIP HOP