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Poem Details | by Honestly J.T. |
Categories: america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,

One World

Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same, 
That runs deep within our veins.

If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.








©2013 Honestly JT


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: international, introspection, love, , atheist,

We Are Not So Different

I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too. You're an African,I'm American You're an Asian,I'm a European You're a Mexican, I'm an Indian You're an Arab,I'm a Jew But prior to all our distinct differences I'm a Mother ,I'm a Father I'm a Sister,I'm a Brother I'm a Son,I am a Daughter and I'm Human just like you.


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: autumn, beauty, heart, inspirational, international, love, nature,

AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: beautiful, celebration, devotion, emotions, father daughter, international, love,

ALWAYS A PRINCESS

In my father's eyes, I'll always be his princess,
No matter how old I've grown, he still sees
His little girl, dancing across the invisible stage
Before him.
A living Cinderella in miniature form, whom
Will never grow up, and thinks her dad is prince
Charming, and the strongest man on earth.
Cradling within this wondrous heart, is devotion’s
Biggest fan, the man I call my father, he's protector,
Comforter, and the everlasting image, of the perfect
Man that I idolize.
No wizard's wand or sword, holds more magic
Than his tender words of wisdom, as I stroll
Down the yellow brick road of life, I'm his
Dorothy, and he is, the Wizard of my oz.
Oh Papa, you've instilled the wonderment
Of this world within me, and I know, no matter
Where I roam, he shall always be a part
Of me.
You've always said, no matter how old I get
That within thy heart, a princess remains, timeless, 
Ageless, as if Alice, hidden behind the looking glass, 
Peering through from wonderland, magical world.
Perfection's cherished rose, whom never loses it's
Petals, but blossoms nourished by loves fertile soil,
That only a father's faith can provide.
I'll always be his princess, no matter what bad
Choices I may make in life, I know he'll pick me
Up and smooth out the wrinkles in my velvet gown,
Wiping away my tears, turning them instantly into diamond
Shards, and letting me dance away again, clapping
For this his darling princess
So let the musical waltz of life, play forever forward,
As I lightly tip toe, across destiny’s ballroom floor.
My dancing card remains eternally full, written within
One name stands out, it is yours dearest sweet man.
He is after all my prince charming, and I am
His dearest little girl, and of coarse in his eyes
Always his little princess.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN











Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: beauty, emotions, friendship, imagination, inspirational, international, rose,

PAPER ROSES OF LOVE

Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow,
Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to 
Feeling felt, and yet expressed.
Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate
Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human
Heart.
A unique species of floral design, enchanting the
Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance
All it's own.
Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality
 A white splicing with reds undertow.
Blues calming peaceful shades of hew, 
and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions 
Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine.
A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower,
Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity.
Compassion's evergreen bouquet, 
So many multitudes of description,
It is impossible to describe all,
 For change is the one constant rhythm
Of life itself.
Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away,
A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust.
Not completely forgotten, 
Living only by memory's remembrances,
Of past echoes, 
Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time.
Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass, 
Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly.
But even more delicate are the emotions held within, 
A prism of reflections.
It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul, 
Where the paper roses do grow.
Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious
Bouquet of possibilities to draw from.
A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen,
Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white, 
To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: beauty, imagination, inspirational, international, lost love, magic, mystery,

THE IVORY ROSE

Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face,
Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is
Cut's deeply by it's own thorns.
Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance,
Of olden years past, weep ye no more.
Within the golden looking glass, she dances,
To a yearling's lullaby forgotten.
A lone figure in a solitary waltz, gliding,
Stepping ever so lightly, no sound is made,
Except for the beating of ones own heart.
A ghostly image, held hostage in time, 
Frozen within a glass prison of pain,
Is this the lady of white.
Clouds of powder, set against a blue hued,
Sky above, is heaven so far away, to her touch.
A faded Porcelain doll, is she with eyes
Devoid of life, yet alive.
Hands do smack against the glass, but it is
A jail cell, the intent purpose, to hold
Hostage, what remains within
This door barred shut, has no key, or release,
Time's measurement, lies in rhythm, a ticking
Clock set, on perpetual motion.
Sorrow's tears melt into nothingness, her
Spirit bound to linger in a hollow image,
Emotions haunting loveliness, a broken
Soul of despair.
Will no guardian angel, wrap her beneath
Their wings of pity's warmth, nay even justices
Avenging, shall not dare to enter within.
Shattered crystal shards, burst forth, and memory
Fades to blackness, a white sheet covers the mirror,
And no light is shone, in this world of illusion.
Victorian white lace, ivory fare of face,
Lips as red, as the rose bud that grows,
And is cut deeply by it's own thorns.
Petals plucked by the forlorn, lead some
Down a path that should not be traveled,
Beware the lonely heart, follow nay the
Sweet voices echoing within the nights
Darkness.






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 Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: care, caregiving, community, confusion, courage, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, fruit, giving, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, health, heart, heaven, home, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, international, life, light, longing, love, my children, passion, peace, people, poems, poetry, poets, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, self, spiritual, spoken word, strength, wisdom, words, writing,

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

RevSamuel Mack
Copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: family, father daughter, imagination, inspirational, international, loss, love,

MY FATHERS HANDS

MY FATHERS HANDS

He the man known as father, worked a common man's labor,
Never did this soul complain, even as his last breath inhaled,
On earth.
Daddy's little girl was I, the apple of eye, one might say,
The sparkles pride that lit up his spirit and made the pain
Of hardship melt away.
Calloused, and blistered, he earned every marks blemish,
Strength's scares were worn in my fathers hands
Deeply engraved within the living embodiment, 
Of truth and honor's pride, I'll carry him within me
For the rest of my life.
This mountain of a man I called dad, placed these
Tiny feet upon the right path, and even when I did
Stray he stepped in and led this wayward women
Back.
In heaven's grace he'll be watching over me,
Always and someday no doubt, we embrace once
More, and those loving hands will lovely hold this
Child now grow, and I'll know again his eternal warmth.
In blessing's grace, may the angels watch over thee,
Until we meet again, on the distant shores of Nirvana.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
CONTEST WITH THESE HANDS
12-20-2013
VISUAL #5


Poem Details | by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: africa, arabic, culture, international, love, religion, world,

My Best Teacher

I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome 
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome

In our first day of class we all sat on a beautiful mat that she had acquired from one of her travels to a middle eastern country
Then we drank tea in tiny little cups
This is a welcoming gesture that she had learnt from her travels
This special gesture always reminds me of the book Three Cups of Tea
We were about twelve students, about five minorities 
It was called World Studies

That little gesture brought all of us closer

On our last day of class we had an international potluck where we each brought food from our different cultures and ethnic backgrounds
Am sure God was smilling on that day as he watched us try each other's foods and learn about each other through it

I remember a story she told us of how she wore a niqab to her church and stood by the door as a greeter
She talked of how most people avoided her direction, some not even looking at her

She was this petite white woman
She had travelled to twenty something countries worldwide doing missionary work
She had walked on soils where women were regarded inferior and unworthy 
She had put her hands during her missions, in places where white people were loathed

But even with some of the dire situations she found herself into, she still had that caring and loving heart

I remember the projects we did for refugees 
Another of her many passions
She provided healthcare, education and assisted with basic needs acquisitions for them

I learnt that we can all sit down, have a cup of tea, put down our differences and accept each, 
to make this world a peaceful place


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: addiction, food, imagery, imagination, inspirational, international, love,

ICE CREAM


I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of 
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
Double dip me, with peppermint silvers of toppings
Delight, I’m not bashful I’ll taste another delicious
Tasteful bite, of yummy goodie, past the teeth,
Down the throat, look out tummy hear it comes,
The sweetest yum-yum, you’ve ever indulged in,
What is it called, let’s all shout it out, loud and clear,
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice cream.
Frozen milk and sugar what a rushes impact left on 
Over load, so many variations of pleasure my taste buds
Surrender, unto Baskins-N-Robbin’s ultimate control.
To a fine point pleasure zone, smoothly textured
I’m drooling with anticipations brain freeze.
Chill me to the shaking inner core, I’ll become the
First human living ice cream cone, a chiseled
Ice sculpture smiling within an ice burg of delightful
Bliss, just don’t forget my sprinkles topping, your choose
Of choose.
Scoops at the ready, hear there is no holding back,
Let the squeeze bottles run free at last,
Marshmallows, to milk chocolate flow, I’m 
Here for my just deserts repast, licking down
Unto the last drops of flavor are finally gone.
Come on fudge slice me, ice cream man,
Let no truck pass until the final frozen bar
Is shared with every lucky child, whom chases
After your musical vehicle of our childhood
Remembrances dreaming.
Oh sacred is the banana split, the whole grail
Of the summer time treasury treat, three scopes
Of sensations richness, covered by the sweet sauce
Of thy choosers delectable choose, I’m at your
Tender mercy, please take advantage of my 
Weakness, for what Ice Cream!!
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down the river of 
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: beautiful, family, international, love, mother daughter, mothers day, visionary,

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

To you whom gave me life, 
Rocked and sang,  sweet melodies lullabies
By night, and cradled me safe and warm,
Within a mother's loving, and tender embrace.
Taught an awkward child, to take her
First steps, and held me upwards so as not
To fall.
Devotion's nightmare protector, who always
Made sure the closet door remained closed, and
The bathroom night light was left on, so the 
Monsters under the bed could never get me.
Champion of the chocolate chip cookie, never did
You once forget the bare necessities of life,
Such as having icy cold milk in the refrigerator.
Movie queen diva, whom popped the perfect
Kernels of popcorn, and added just the right
Amount of butter, for everyone's picky tastes,
On our annual family nights.
From diapers to tattered blue jeans, 
Barbie dolls, and trying on your over sized high
Heels, you never ceased to amaze me.
On every level mother dearest, you
Were always the ultimate super hero to me.
Through hardships heartache, and loves first flirtations,
But no shoulder's comfort, soothed me more
Than she, whom guided this awkward teenager,
Through these hard times of youthful regrets.
A grown woman am I now, raising children of
My own, realizing all the sacrifices you've made,
All in the name of a mother's love.
No ages wrinkles, can take away your true
Beauty,  held as a frozen photograph
Within the inner heart of my soul.
She's the dear sweet image of what
I want my children to remember me by.
It's the highest form of flattery,
To emulate, a someone special,
Such as yourself, a woman called mother.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN










































Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: heartbroken, history, imagery, immigration, inspirational, international, love,

MARK ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA-3

The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering, 
The deserts breath, is so stilled,  under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the 
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a 
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow, 
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: child, confusion, death, faith, fear, funeral, growing up, halloween, home, horror, image, international, life, loss, moving on, mystery, river, sad love, spiritual, suicide,

The River home

It was a home on the river we lived
It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life.

I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare 
We,  as a Family of  seven , moved into this river house 
Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention

I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by
Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair 
I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy 

Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a  apparition he appeared
He was not there to scare or frighten , 
the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear.

He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River

The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given
when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short timeI was lifted by Jesus in Heaven Death is not for us to decide

Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story 
or a presence of its own My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there

 Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , 
you are important to someone whom cares  If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone ,  call for help , call a Friend

"This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: dedication, devotion, emotions, international, love, relationship,

FOR TO KNOW HIM, IS TO LOVE HIM-2

For inspiration's sake, to know him
Is to love him, for the power of unions
Sacred vows, to know him is to love him.
He is the pure essence of oxygen,
That feeds my very lungs, as I inhale 
And exhale, the breath sustaining my very being,
And the reason for my existence itself.
For to know him, is to love him.
I've made creations offspring, to
Legacy's tribute, as my greatest gift,
For him whom I love, without
Restrictions boundaries, because
To know him is to love him.
Nay my whole world is his,
Without questions regrets,
In this unification of the heart and mind combined,
You see for me, to know him is to love him.
Let the mountains crumble into the
Dusts of time itself, but I will forever love him.
Yet nay let it be known, I shall remain beside him,
Always, for to know him is to love him.
Allow the tides of the sea,
To cease their very flow,
Yet even then know other
Soul can take his place,
For we belong together,
Always, for to know him is to love him.
May the sky crash, descending
Into the ground below,
Behold allow the night to swallow
The light of dawn itself.
But never will I leave him at
Any price, for to know him,
Is to love him.
Beyond death's icy grip, even than
I'll wait on the distant shore, avoiding
The seeking light of the lord himself.
For my loves devotion is vowed in promises
Dedication,
For to have known him, is to love him.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: anxiety, appreciation, art, beautiful, celebration, celebrity, city, confidence, courage, creation, culture, destiny, dream, emotions, feelings, firework, first love, girlfriend, good night, hair, happy, humanity, imagination, international, jealousy, joy, love, metaphor, miss you, missing you, music, parody, poems, relationship, romance, romantic, stress, success, symbolism, today, tribute, true love, uplifting, world,

Dream

in the dream I had 
many appeared
extras plenty
but loved ones too

all had seen
that same dream
but only one got it
others had no clue


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, boyfriend, celebration, christian, fantasy, for her, for him, kids, god, heart, i love you, innocence, inspirational, international, love, nostalgia, sweet, valentines day,

Pink all day

              
               The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest 
                always warming my soul on a winters day 
                
                Ice skating with your true love hand in hand
                frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks


                Anticipating that very first date 
                first glance the color lightens your way 
                
          
                as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other
                celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever

             It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: beauty, emotions, imagery, imagination, inspirational, international, sister,

A SISTERS LOVE

A SISTERS LOVE

Hearts dearest companion,
 My sister shines,
Mine protectorates against, 
Harms deepest heartache.
A sheltering umbrella,
 Repelling tear drops
Painful moments.
 Comrades council, wisdom’s
 Listening ear,
Defenders outspoken adviser,
 Ever ready
With tissues in hand
When in hearts sorrowful,
Shadows do I weep,
No other embrace holds, 
Me closer then you.
Loves everlasting angel  
Resides within her,
Behold our spiritual connection
 Softly whispering tender
 Encouragements,
Champions warrior stands,
 Tall beside me.
Built strong resolves,
 Foundational roots,
She never yields, against
 Challenges winds
Spirits kindred, a flame burning
 Clarity's light, 
We’ll meet together.
On the other side, always drifting 
But never apart

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Poem Details | by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories: africa, international, love,

International Love

I snowed love
   In Moscow
I showed love
   In Warsaw

I kissed love
   In Paris
I romanced love
   In Rome

I showered love
   In London
I lived love
  In Sweden

I sited love 
   In Dubai
I tasted love
   In Mumbai

I burnt love
   In Jamaica 
I fell in love
   In Africa


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: dog, feelings, friendship, inspirational, international, love, pride,

MIDNIGHT

My lovey Labrador, and dearest companion 
It's you I adore,
A gentle softness in those eyes so wise,
Beyond her years, a wisdom’s understanding,
Is she whom once saved my life.
Pitch black as the darkest night, Miss Midnight,
Lying next to me, keeping safety’s vidual.
Crossing the heart's unreliable beat, my heaven
Set assist girl, comes to the rescue,
Alerting me when I'm at risk.
Daddy's sweet darling, apple of his
Eye, no pooch could match
 Their devotional love, for one
Another except mine.
A drop-off fugitive, left alone to
Fend for herself as a puppy.
We two my husband and I, fell
Head over heels for misfortunes
Saddest of stories.
Little to realize one day she'd
Do the same for me, so it is
Truth within itself, that fate
Does move in mysterious
 Ways.
Shes not a family pet,
But a member instead,
We love her as if she
Were always one of our
Own, and she'll always
Have a place, in this world
To call home.
Whom needed the other
The most she or I, it matters
Not, for now we have
Each other, and really 
Isn't all that counts.
Loves bond forever, two spirits
United, within the heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







Poem Details | by sengchanh xuangphuthon |
Categories: blessing, conflict, depression, earth day, international, love hurts,

world for all

World for all

what’s human rights?
After a man sits on the ground 
His heart impresses from serous occurrence
The sound of the gun, suffer voice, victims

Whom belongs to the world
And what the meaning of human 

The soldier walks slow and slow
He descants on his past and future
Family within wife and children in the past
The death is waiting forward
The past memory is better than future

What’s the purpose of development 
It is true for better life
Or for showing the power of dignity 
The natural human as an elder is more need
More bigger needs more power

Sengchanh xuangphuthon
11/3/2017


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, faith, family, feelings, first love, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, heartbroken, hope, inspiration, inspirational, international, introspection, jesus, life, love, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sad, sad love, sin, society, sorry, spiritual, trust, uplifting,

Please Touch Me Lord Jesus

Please Touch Me, Lord Jesus!

Please touch me, Lord Jesus! 
 I need you!
I come now, because I want 
to be with you!

 Bless me with your presence! 
 I patiently wait!
I need your now!  Before it's too late!

Touch my life with your Holy Ghost' fire!
Move me with a godly passion 
and holy desires!

Come now! And bring a revival within!
Show me your ways!  
And cleanse me from sin!

Thank you my Lord!  
For doing what you do!
I am so honored and blessed 
to know YOU!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by cherl dunn |
Categories: brother, courage, dedication, imagination, inspirational, international, sister, strength,

A BROTHERS LOVE

Though the winds of hardships blow,
And the storms of life, have rocked
Our worlds surroundings.
You've always been there for me,
As I've been so for you.
Turned upside down, and inside out,
Crushed beneath emotions tidal waves.
We've waited out together, the currants
 Shifting tides of life.
Symbiont siblings, cast outwardly, into
The vast expanse of humanity,
Struggling to survive, against the harsh
Reality’s of life beyond, our safety net,
That once we called home, is now gone.
Only in memories photo albums,
Can one recapture it's warmth, and 
Embrace the inner innocence, of
Childhood again.
Orphan’s of ages regrets, lingering
In tear stained silhouettes, I'm
Still here for thee, my sister,
A brothers love remains, to comfort,
And console, such a kindred spirit
As yours.
I'll try to brush away pains sorrow,
Easing a trouble  brow, leave your 
Wows aside.
Until the healing day of tomorrow,
Does shine upon us, not to worry,
Dearest heart for it will dawn.
So while yee rest, in your quiet
Slumber, remember I'll be
Watching over you,
My dearest sister.
Hopes faith lives within me,
I'll shoulder it's responsibility,
For the both of us.
Until you awake, and are
Restored once more, 
To be cherished by those,
Whom love thee the most.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN




Poem Details | by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories: addiction, devotion, international, introspection, love, poetry, wisdom,

Why Poetry soup

 
Why Poetry Soup?
Why ask? Where else should I go
To be seen/heard/felt?


Poem Details | by Stormy Smith |
Categories: adventure, history, hope, identity, image, imagination, international, journey, joy, life,

Time VS Love

 
Lost and drifting in time,
The captain gives the hourglass a turn.
It’s been months that the ship has wandered the waves;
Each dip is followed by a swelling rise.
Each day becomes another journal’s page.
“Another day lost at sea” is how the book tends to flow.



The crew dreams at night; the distant memories flow.
They’re brought back to a better time.
A lover’s kiss or a gilded page
in a family bible fill their heads, each in turn.
But once the morning lights rise,
their joy is drowned beneath the waves.



Such was my life without youBut your love brought waves
of joy that sent my sorrows on to flow
out and awayI let my aspirations rise
and cherished each sweet second of the time
we had togetherThis was our turn
to be happyYour love was the pen and my heart was the page.



And so the ink dripped and blotted the journal’s page.
The crewman cried, “Land ho!” and, beyond wind and waves,
the sight of golden shores made each sailor’s eyes turn
skywardUpward, thankful prayers flow,
from salt-cracked lips, more used for cursing those in recent time.
Forgiveness seemed mutual as the crew heard the cry of seagulls rise.



Now home for years, each day he would rise
and look anew on his journal’s last, unfinished page.
The captain remembers not the dreary, hopeless time,
but rather the harbor’s colors in the breeze“It waves
for me,” he thinks, and onward the years flow.
No one is so forsaken that their fortune cannot turn.



And so I bless the day we met, for it marks the turn
of my sadness to joyMy spirits rise
With passions that flow
From my heart onto this page.
You rescued me from being tossed about on misery’s waves.
May our love that saved me outlast even time.



In life’s great book, we turn together each golden page.
Side by side, we rise above the mountains; together we dive beneath the waves.
Our ship may flow where it will, but my heart will be yours for all of time.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: brother, character, christian, daughter, dedication, devotion, faith, family, father, forgiveness, god, happiness, home, house, husband, inspirational, international, life, love, mom, mother, people, religion, religious, son, wife,

What I Look For In A Home


I’m sure that home to many has a different meaning. It depends what kind of life they’ve been receiving. There are those with memories of hurt and pain. Some may not want to mention their families name. Others have childhood memories they are fond of. They may have a family that they’re proud of! I think that in many cases, home is not what people see. It has a lot of importance Both to you and me! What home means to me is to have our family together. And ask the Lord to bless it, with his love forever! God gave me a wife and children to take care of. May I not do things that I’d be ashamed of! I invite YOU Jesus, to be the head of our home! May we come together as a family, around your throne! May our family serve one another as we should. May the truths of God’s word be applied and understood! May the Lord help us to get along, with our imperfections. May God’s word be our “road map,” for needed direction! There’s no perfect home Believe me! I know it! When it comes to family time… We all need to show it! Unless the lord builds the home… They labor in vain that build it! Let’s seek God’s blessing! So his love can completely fill it! Please come Jesus! And fill our home today! May our home be honored by what we do and say! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: analogy, boyfriend, immigration, international, love,

Maps

At times, Spanish becomes
An incomprehensible 
Tangle of strange words
Like strange woods
And unfamiliar sounds
That roll like hills
And confuse my senses-
English is my natural
Habitat, but to my lover,
English is a new land
Which still feels altogether
Unfamiliar under his feet...
So in the moments
We cannot find enough
Common ground to
Communicate with
Spoken words,
We've learned to 
Read eachother
Like maps-
He doesn't need labels
To recognize the shape
Of my expression;
He uses the curve of
My lips as a landmark-
He has studied the course
Of my tears like inlets
And the sigh of my breath
Like waves against 
The coastline, since
I swore that my arms
Would always be 
His harbor-
He has traced the planes
Of my face with his fingers
Until he knows them like
The back of his hand...
His hands are as familiar
To me now as
As my own backyard...
His palms are traced 
With lines that wind like 
The rivers of Guatemala 
That he swam in as a child, 
Or like borders,
But they are always
Open since his hands
Are like a compass-
When being lost feels
Like loneliness,
They lead me into 
His arms-
When the world keeps
Sliding around like
Fault lines, they 
Lead me back onto
Solid ground-
When a storm blows me
Off-course, they lead me
Back home...
It's funny how 
Being with him
Is like reading a map
Of a foreign country,
And yet...
Will still lead me 
Home.


Poem Details | by Danny Scott |
Categories: how i feel, international, judgement, love, marriage, rights,

No One Is Perfect

this is a controversial poem but I ask for your attention..

everyone was born with an imperfection..

some people have an "imperfection" of what most call  "GAY"...

 and there are people who feel same sex marriage isn't the right way...

however no one has the right to say what they say...

so keep your comments to yourself and continue your day...

Obama legalized same sex marriage 
and he is straight..

so there is nothing wrong with acceptance and it's never too late...

but even with gay marriage legalized 
it's still a problem in some states...

some on the list are FL, UT, TX, MS, ME, and VA...

is this the dream country we live in known as the U.S.A.?...

when  states are united as one, but through differences seem to separate?...

and being gay is not a disease, it's not a trait...

same sex couples are people too, so why show them hate?...

would you like it where you lived in a backwards world today?..

a world where you couldn't marry the one you loved because you were straight?...

I know I wouldn't want to be separated from my soul mate...

so what gives us the right to take same sex couples rights away?...

no one is perfect, flawless, or a mistake...

but we all should unite as one for all of our sakes...


Poem Details | by jeremy branston |
Categories: betrayal, break up, dark, depression, dream, emo, fear, future, girl, growth, how i feel, i miss you, inspirational, international, murder,

love to a liar

Fill my heart with all it can imagineIs as easy as granting a wishHonor, love, and inspirationIs , as easy as finding belifeCuz, i never could of imagined a heart, turn so cold Camaflaged, with ways of decietProveing heartache and caiousTo conquere all joyMy heart can only imagine the oposite of saneInsane my theroy , cuz not sane to actually belive a heart full of day dreams of magesty and castles with you the pilot lightWhere confidence n trust you catrepowrr my mightMy heart can image , but imahine a heatt this true Still be shadowed on all those who wish illI still find my love imagination full as heavens sunBut never imagined for all this painYour unfaithfulness, deciet, n cruel, infectionBroke my will to fightWas the day reality came to lightDestroy n all my hopes desires goals and belivesWell my heart couls never imagine the way you decieveBut the day you take my lmage as a heart full of pure love and intentAppreciatedNot crushed by your unkindnessIs the day for a heart to make me imagine a heart worth belive n and dreaming n possibleThe sameIs the day love turns the liars to repay you, with sameIs the day my heart stops ache n for its endless amounts of pain.