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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, desire, image, love, romantic,

Pleasures of Reading

It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her

Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: image, love, mirror,

Spiritual Moment

“Mystic Moment with you”

A natural look of who I am on the inside.
A reality check of who you are on the outside.

A mirror facing west makes the difference in you and me.
Open your eyes and see.

The child I was today is the reflection of you tomorrow.
The ideas of different skies drifted off without sorrow.

I am the good the bad, and the ugly…
A song permitting retrospection to delay the same face with yesterday’s glee.

From moon to admirable moon;
The dignity of holding the same tune.

I am the swan that swims through your veins.
You are what swim’s through my moods and rain.

The miracle of our heritage echoed so far away
Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay.

An unknown look strays outside the window.
Behind the gates, that leads into tomorrow’s limbo.’

A mirage of turning around and seeing nobody but you and me.
Mystic moments that attract other moments of originality.

A dream that speaks about the image of my new beginning.
My courage polishes off the mirror image of a falling stars ending 
You are the beating pulse that resides on the inside and outside of my being

“You are the REFLECTION of my spiritual place”

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love, me, me,

The Image of You

The image of you floating o u t s t r e t c h e d on the pond while bathed in moon glow flits sometimes across my mind like a gold-winged butterfly For Tanka me this, Tanka me that, Tanka me any poem you want :-) Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, deep, dream, hope, image, introspection, love,

Tonight I Dream of You

Soft creeps the splendid dream tides of the night
The burning embers of heavens breath descends upon my dreams
Dreams of you, my love tonight
Sparkling wishes, amulet stars, a kiss goodnight.

Heart withstanding aches I dare retrace,
I am accompanied by a newfound face, an explorer’s vision
Tears of joy sprout from their jeweled wings,
Flying toward the smiling moon,
I welcome dreams…tonight, I welcome you
Where whispers trail the sleeping love goodnight
Unending sails, hearts submerged in love's delight
Tonight I dream of you
On the rosy fields of memoirs sweet

Soft, tender breezes remind me of your crescent touch..
I curl into the swaying waters, cradled by our memory
Where once you smiled in afterthought, and I in golden reverie
Would beauty among these gentle scenes kindly draw you in?
So maybe we can share the graces of light that lives within
Soft moonlit roses, dripping in night-shined dew,
Yes, even as they close, tonight I dream of you.

Take my hand, don’t let me leave this land
For it thrives on our love’s horizon, 
Draw your words upon my life, and let night take its stand
But before I sleep, my love tonightOh let me seal it with a kiss
That in beauty's dream my light would float in your love's eternity.
A thousand saddest days may come, and a thousand darkest dreams
But I'll chase them all for you my love, just to have you in my dreams.

These eyes closed tightly with the rosebuds ,
Shall open before clouds, dark and awry
And in the ground, my love for you shall yet still bloom,
Fed by the healing rain, and your steady love refrain
When tonight I dream of you

-A special collaboration with poet Mustapha Mohammad-

Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love, mystery, passion, me, image, me,

"Walls Between Passion"

written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup

                            The walls are tall but I know your there.
                          I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
                                 So close but can't touch your hand,
                 all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
                                              Lady of Soup
                         I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
                                one tear drop and my pencil falls.
                           The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
                            every thought about you inside me exceeds.
                                   I press my palm on the door,
                      just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
                          My chest is beating to your song of desire.
                      To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
                                              Lady of Soup
                        I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
                           In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
                             I can not calm a single thought about you.
                  I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
                        Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
                     So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
                           To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
                              I have to have you as our passion will steal
                                             Lady of  Soup
                      The time has come for us to be in each others arms
                  before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
               Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
               Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..

Poem Details | by Judy Emery |
Categories: betrayal, break up, conflict, emotions, image, love hurts, writing,

Your Heart Is Too Cold

Your Heart Is Too Cold 

Why don't you come over hear 
tell me all about your love afars
do you really think I care?
you think you are brilliant
untouched in your hateful games
you should feel ashamed 
I give you all your own blames
for acting that way
So, go on and tell me all about her   
Is she worth throwing our love away ?
I packed your garbage in a sack 
so don't bring it back
I remember I was the love of your life
but that was way before I found out you had a wife
just in one night our love faded into darkness
so much pain of untruest 
I waited for you to say what you need to 
But the more I was standing next to You 
I started feeling so abused and very used
we got in to a heated fuss 
because of your lust 
I felt your coldness in out bedroom
your heart was even colder
your words are hars 
where loneliness come to me quickly
my world felt so empty in a bed of bitterness 
I looked out from my window with careful eyes
where I see him drive away on streets
that old memory will be the photograph 
that will stay on my mind 
the more I look 
I started to see yellow leaves
fall on that old dappled street of you and me.

Poetic Judy Emery 

Poem Details | by Kiran Bantawa |
Categories: autumn, beauty, desire, earth, fantasy, first love, for her, girl, girlfriend, i love you, image, lust, nature, november, october, passion, relationship, romance, teen, teenage,

With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: abuse, analogy, angst, image, love, metaphor, music,

Musical Torment - The Infamous Masterpieces

Torturing me with touches
I feel the sting of hardened and lasting lust
Touches not of mortal fingers,
But Halloween-haloed strings composed by musicians of mystery
Pressing upon my back--yes! A searing, yet melodi-errotic strike
All upon me, yet far from me...

Leave me not in the judgement of my own scrambling feelings
Rest not away as I hold my hands out in the dark
Deathly dances are visions heaven-bound for the duo--
Yet for the solo- a blank, useless measure...

The pulsing silence of amateur-stitched love rattles me
Making rhythms giggle in my mind
Intervals of idiocy tormenting all reason
Truly an agonizing, but for others--minor--prison
Is the smile that helped design those strings
Those strings that pluck upon my spine
Controlling me in a dark place stuck between tunes and time

Why are your hands so cold when you play those piano keys?
Why are your lungs so eroded with the pride that taints the songs you sing?
Why have the rhythms gone awry, and why does your apathetic dissonance thrive?

And tell me… through it all…
As you compose the rise and fall…
Why is all this destruction you created so vibrantly alive?

Poem Details | by Samuel Robinson |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, emotions, image, love, romance, romantic,

Fate's Occasion

Singular and thus finite
begins the spiral's spinning plight
of eminent foretold collision
love commences in a vision

Unbeknownst before the time
an effigy that burns the mind
now filters clear, emotions raw,
the present image striking awe

Eyes and hair on perfect face
with pouted mouth, the heart doth race
into the thoughts, how to proceed?
laggardly?..with godly speed?

Clumsily one gathers poise
do thine drums work? there is no noise
at the point, this cosmic stead 
a vocal soul must forge ahead

Words abashed but striking through
perceived by them, return to you
is that a chorus sounding there?
without belief just simper stare

Lives become one single strand
as two entangle by the hand
joy begins to warmly swell
for fate's occasion, two hearts fell

Poem Details | by anne p. murray |
Categories: bereavement, children, dance, dream, hope, image, imagination, life, lonely, love,


She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents a dance 
Barely enough to eat and pay her rent in a rundown seedy hotel 
So young, so alone raised by no one but herself 
Oh, she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’t know or love her 
She married the first guy who came along just to get away from home 
But he abused her - used her, then left her all alone 

Twenty two years old- 
Alone, with two small children to care for 
She needed someone… 
Someone who would hold her - touch her tenderly with his heart 
Someone to love her- love her children 
Her brown eyes wishing, hoping - looking for love in stranger’s faces 
Dancing for 10 cents a dance under shimmering ballroom lights 
Swaying to and fro through dreamed filled hopes 
With her closed eyes, she pretended as she danced 
Fantasizing that he might be the one to save her- love her 

When the music started she was in another world 
Wishing he’d sweep her off her feet, take her away 
So she could live like a lady and die like a flowering rose when her last petals fell
In the arms of one she imagines will be hers once and for all
To whisper velvet words of comfort as their feet grazed the floor 
Under the melodic grace of the violins she pretended… 
Hoping to find her hero, someone who’ll give her a chance 
Just...for 10 cents a dance

Poem Details | by Dan Cwiak |
Categories: analogy, freedom, holiday, image, inspiration, love,


     Times when families get together,
     it can be in Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter weather.

     Days filled with relaxation and rest,
     and all the feasting that is only the best.

     Days for the enjoyment,
     of not having to go to our employment.

     A gift for children for as a rule,
     it's a day when they don't get up for school.

     A time of laughter heard in the trees,
     or the aroma of barbecue wafting on the breeze.

     Memories of those no longer here,
     and all the times they brought us cheer.

     When some are thrilled by colorful presents,
     but are a better gift because of our family's presence.

     The year's gifts of giving,
     for us taking part in our daily living.

     Nearly upon us again, and they bring us a tear too,
     because we love you and wish we could share them with you.

     Truly, a present from God above,
     presented through His Son, bestowing on us His gracious love.


Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: inspirational, love, passion, people, words, beauty, fire, beauty, fire, image, poems, smile, together,

You Inspire

I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
The very thought of you releases new desires

You create an image of loveliness that so inspires
Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
The very thought of you releases new desires
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite

Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write
So all come together then, neatly and with flow
As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow

So all come together then, neatly and with flow
For deep within this man rages a fire burning true
Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you

Poem Details | by Mohammad Yamin |
Categories: devotion, lost love, passion, sadheart, heart, image,

Your Portrait

You have sent me your elegant portrait
Saying it will fill the void in my life
Not realizing that it will further frustrate
And cut my heart like a blade of knife

I tried to talk to it, it wouldn’t answer
I tried to kiss it; its lips were cold like ice
Ignoring my frailty and heart’s seeded cancer
Its locks unfurl nor roses of cheeks entice

Your colors it wears nor ravishing perfume
It neither cheers nor languishing heart console
My love! Was it so difficult to presume!
An image only wasn’t my craving’s goal

Can an image respond to an earnest embrace?
Can it feel ones fondness, ones caress
My kisses don’t change the color of face
  On my chest it doesn’t spread its tress

Its eager fingers do not comb my hair
It doesn’t seek the coziness of my arms
It comforts my anguish nor my despair
It doesn’t heal my afflictions; it only harms

I am craving for you, my love, not an image
Bird of life may seek freedom from body’s cage

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: care, emotions, image, life, love, passion, sweet,


Aromatic lingering scents Shadowed dancing from candlelights Touches of scattered roses Stings tickling the senses On the dim cool lights He held her slowly On her narrow waist He circled his arms He led her on the floor As music rises Filling the room He swayed her harmoniously Eye-to-eye, they behold a gaze Hands locked for support Hips and lips graceful With each hug and kiss Uniting with the rhythm Whispers one can audibly hear Movements conjoined Matching all push and pull Even glides and circles Breathing becoming ragged Exploration up for a crescendo Arms clutched as feelings rises up Temperature fires up, boiling fast Heartbeats thundering rush Clamoring for a liberated climax Then it explodes rigorously Unstoppable beyond reproach Time cease and freeze Sighing.Reviving deep Plunging with the moment's bliss...
by: olive_eloisa 4:34pm revised: May 06, 2014 Sponsor Kim Morrison Contest Name Just Write 2nd place ------///--------********

Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: blessing, faith, hope, love,

In His Image

~In His Image~

In his image He’s created us all
New things are all possible in His name

He’s our FatherHe watches from Heaven
Indeed He deserves all the Glory
Son of God, Jesus Christ is our Savior 

Infinite love He pours us allHe surely
Moves my spirits with His Infinite Love
Angels worship and serve Him constantly
God our Father is full of love and mercy
Enjoy forever all His blessings.

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000


Poem Details | by Probir Gupta |
Categories: fantasy, image, love, moon, night,

Night Fantasies

I see moon-leaves on trees
Your cascade of hair too
I see passion in a blue spree
Waiting for me and you
And I say to myself in wonder 
What a moonlight splendor

I look at starlit mystic sky
Sprinkling love in your eye
So very close to me
Exciting the lips of my sea
Purple dreams everywhere 
I say to myself in wonder 
How beautiful you are

Golden silence of moon
In your look a lagoon
I will write a poem on you
You on me 
And we both of us will be
In our moon beam destiny

On me and you
Moonlit dew
Asking us to say
I love you
I say to myself in wonder
In your touch my harbour

Now let us go to the boat
In our moonlit coat
We two will be one
Except the moon none
Will paint our passion plunder
I say to myself in wonder
What a moment to surrender
Our joyous existence 
In a pink to each other
And to our heart’s content
Drink the unique nectar
Of our merger together
I say to myself in wonder
What a fusion fire here

In the moony infinity
We will feel and see
The intensity of our deep night
In the clashes
And the consequent flashes
Of ecstasy
That shakes the gravity
Into a sudden full empty

I say to myself in wonder
What an ocean we are

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: image, love,

Balance Tips The Scales

It twas dark, a hen's night 
stillness abandoned the fright 
knocks echoed freely 
and here her presence was felt 

Chimera fragments an innate realm 
unbeknownst reasons dare overwhelm 

A shoulder-companion gone lain 
unearthed my being hath slain 
seams seared and baked 
rivers red hot, unadultered she knelt 

twilight's heightened bell 
barriers bedlam befell 
curvaceous moons slipped 

Chamber's dust filled out the old 
breaths breathing in air gone cold 
pumps pursed off dire angelic lips 
breading beats inner anguish shuned

Light lingers in parchement craved 
digging deep past stones well paved 

Pebbled path's overgrowth graves utter grief 
sight lines demanded fall with Autumn's leaf 
promise skips 'cross a barren pond 
a flight trapped pain comes undone 

marched beats humble 
vagabond makings tumble 
hearts welcomed home 

Released the wilderness calls 
blessed respite guides the walls 
yellow splays the morning 
balance tips the scales

Poem Details | by Margaret Okubo |
Categories: forgiveness, me, image, love, me,

Judge Not.

I still see her face....on our wedding day
when love was blind.
Now I watch  the changing expressions
 flit accross a once radiant face.
Ones that make me sad...though more often mad.
The deep grove on her brow caused by many a frown
her cold eyes when she looks at me
the chill of a winter's wind.
The way she dismisses my attempt  at talk 
rather she steps insolent walk
Fires rage within me...hate seeds start to grow
against  my soul mate......who once I loved so.
Where did I go wrong, what have I done,
a good man I am...a loving husband.
I give her everything.......nothing does she lack
yet she treats me like a dog....who's not even allowed to bark.
The day she left me...I searched for answers
I searched high and low
what I found left me bewildered so
for  the image my soul mirrored
was not me....could not be,
a frightful picture the one  I see.
Handsome and suave...the outer garments I wore
sweet talk came easy to friends outdoors.
A devil at home..a taste of gall.
Underneath it all was my image...mirrored in
 the face I loved.
Had I but eyes to see within..I might have changed
but too blind I was....too arrogant...too vain  to see
the  ugly  garments   the world could not see.
Unforgiving,  and condeming wretch  that I am,
 vindictive  and controlling too.
Ashamed  I am I must admit 
I have judged my love unfairly.....and lost it all
'twould  have been better....never to have judged at all.

Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: life, lost love, love, social, image, myth,

Mythology And Image

By every image spoken, 
her mind and heart were broken; 
the given and the taken 
sought their grave for things forsaken

Belief and dream dissolving 
to a point beyond resolving, 
sinking painful instants after 
in a hiss of serpent laughter

Mythology sent packing, 
fading image grey and lacking; 
wasted time drained in seclusion, 
mourned the rag and bone illusion

What a fool, somehow believing 
in the words, denied deceiving; 
now alone with smiles resigned, 
her orphaned love, no home to find.

Poem Details | by YASEMIN BALANDI |
Categories: absence, allusion, appreciation, beauty, image, love, words,



I learnt the language of silence
She declares
Miming is painful for the little girl
So that her eyes moves to the rhythm of xenoglossy- Silence
“Peace!” She declares as her eyes gloss over the leaves of the fall.
Pastel shades  and spilling beans.
Of course she has no words for spilling beans and pastel shades.
Miracles do happen- the rhythm of xenoglossy
The language acquired without teaching
Visits the deaf girl
So that she feels the silent words in her bones and often in her skin
Not on her tongue.
Writing is too painful for her little hands
Reading impossibleHer green gaze is held
Permanently on the fluttering of the wings
Then a smile on her pursed lips.
Xenoglossy- bona fide kind

Beneath the xenoglossy of her own.

Poem Details | by Abraham Elizondo |
Categories: analogy, beauty, first love, girl, image, imagery, love,

Living Desert

She is the Desert hot, radiant, dangerous One I dare not cross

Poem Details | by Judy Dunbar |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, for him, image, imagery, love, simile,

Simile Love

Wild as the wind which sweeps over the sea
Invincible, strong as an ancient oak tree
Rich as the petals adorning a rose
Thriving, as seed which in fertile land grows
Soft as the down ‘neath  a fledgling bird's wing
Pure as the voice in which angels must sing
Proud as the mountains which reach for the sky
Secure as a knot which a sailor would tie
Hot as the heart of a wild forest fire
Sure as an acrobat on a high wire
Endless as sky, whether stormy or blue
All of these things are like my love for you

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: confidence, desire, girl, image, love, music, passion,

That Irresistible Heartthrob Is Me

That irresistible heartthrob is me;
who has a smile more charming than me?
I can love anyone so passionately
and give a girl anything she wants;
if she asks me for a single star,
I'll give her the entire universe.
If she asks me to play a song on the guitar,
I'll play a beautiful piano symphony!

Most of the guys despise me
for being the symbol of sexuality;
they have everything, but they can't be me!
Ah! they get mad when girls flock to me,
yes, irresistible heartthrob...
you're unique in all you do and say;
yes, irresistible heartthrob..
you have the willpower and they'll obey!

That irresistible heartthrob is me,
I can always rely on my good looks
and with them, I can charm any girl;
is there any other guy like me?
I won't release any girl until she admits
I was the best she ever had!
That irresistible heartthrob is me;
I am very lucky to have it all!

Poem Details | by Amber Prescott |
Categories: image, sad love,

Your Eyes

Your Eyes 
By Amber Prescott 
Those eyes Sparkle 
Those eyes shine 
Every time I see them I wish they were mine 
Those eyes wonder 
They see beyond what is in front of you 
Things bright just and true 
Your eyes 
Beautiful captivating 
The view through your eyes makes me lose my breath 
Tell me what do you see 
How do you feel 
What can I do to see like you 
Can I have eyes like yours 
Even when your eyes are full tears they shine 
Do they see the stars up in the sky 
Do they see the birds that fly 
Oh do tell me what those eyes see 
The blues of the ocean 
The Green in the grass 
The red in a rose 
The orange in a warm blaze 
I wonder what do those eyes see 
My eyes 
I see you and how you shine 
I see black of the night 
The dirt under your nail 
The bruises you try to hide with your long sleeves  
I see your fake smile when you want others to think your happy 
I see a side of you no one else does 
I see when you're sad 
I see when you're mad 
I see when you're happy 
I see you at you're best
And I  see you at your worst 
I see you when you don't want to be seen 
But what I see most is your eyes and how they never lose there beauty 

Poem Details | by Dawa Zangpo |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, daffodils, dance, image, inspirational love, love,

Solitary Walker

There she goes,into the moon dust 
Walking in the silver lit fair and just, 
Above stars were sprinkled on her hair,
Her body,clothes with perfumed jasmine air, 
She carries galaxy in her eyes;
Wearing her hope like a crown and rise,
Her head filled with fantasies and dreams,
Carrying universe of light in her heart to beam;
She laughs with a singing nightingale,
Spreading sweetness above the heaven's dale,
Her smile puts shame to the pale shining moon 
Even that the sun sinks before noon
Now! The universe is raven black, 
But she paints the skyline hueful lilac
How beautiful is your heart of gold!
That heals and scars soon enfold,
Oh! How mighty is your soul?
That touches all hearts without control,
Her beauty cannot be deform by any storms ,
Her wing will reform and fly in the prodigious swarms

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, beautiful, emotions, feelings, how i feel, image, love,

Completely Instinctual

There's only one emotion that I feel is completely instinctual the spinoff peripheral feelings are subservient to that one and as sensual complex beings Man pursues its purity allowing wishes and fantasies to approach fulfilment fueled by trust you experience how happiness feels imbuing courage, it comforts a whimpering child no other feeling could possibly take its place it is the first commandment given by God and as close to heaven as mortals dare for futures rely on its foundations to support impossible dreams quenching an unquenchable thirst it refreshes you as two morph into one, bonded by a feeling we call love (Melting Snowball) Feb21, 2019

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: abuse, analogy, angel, beautiful, beauty, blue, christian, color, creation, cry, dance, death, death of a friend, discrimination, dream, emotions, faith, feelings, kids, future, grief, happiness, heaven, image, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, kiss, life, light, love, magic, miracle, mythology, peace, racism, romance, spiritual, strength,

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here No one Flower is better then another
All Flowers are equal here

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth
It is a place where no one person is better then another

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: age, angel, beautiful, beauty, body, boyfriend, celebration, celebrity, change, character, creation, desire, emotions, children, friendship, girl, girlfriend, hero, humorous, i love you, image, life, memorial day, memory, middle school, relationship, romantic, school, society, student, teen, teenage, truth, wisdom, woman, women, words, world, youth,

Fake Words

Fake Words – Zamreen Zarook

God have given us mouth,
Not to speak to north and south,
Tongue is given under an oath,
So it’s our duty to protect them both.

Girls chat fake with boys,
Having a notion that the boys are toys,
They often make varied noise,
Thinking to keep a trap on handsome guys.

Boys are also human being,
So it’s not possible being clean,
Things varies in the way they are seen,
So positive thinking will make you keen.

Boys’ minds are pure,
As it is pure bio,
So don’t try to pour vino,
Which will take decades to get cure.

Poem Details | by janet muthoni |
Categories: beauty, city, farewell, i love you, image, mentor,

my country kenya

                      What a harmonious land it is, 
                       Full of integrated citizens,
                       Peace and unity all over,
                       Always emerging at the top,
                       What a blessed country it is?

                       Some say you are my motherland,
                       But fatherland likewise you are,
                       You give one peace and comfort,
                       How graceful i adore you,
                       For being my mentor.

                        If only i had one word to say,
                        Or one drop of ink remaining,
                        Or even only one line vacant,
                        I would proudly say that,
                        I love you!

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,


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