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Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: angst, celebrity, encouraging, freedom, irony, metaphor, simile,

of love of war

of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen fairness not imagine, sings shouting out, obscenity recognized, yet in search of fame, seeking stance the moment arises, seek of voice of power, godsend renown supremacy, yet prophet not acknowledged, kept desire of a great life, sought skill of voice, articulate hardly ever, cheek no longer free, famous self seldom bite snarls dogma, link of country of faith, kinship all that’s true, fair play desired fame acknowledged, pent the home front, covetousness war or peace love or hate, just yelp puppy love, nice _________________________| Penned on September 28, 2014!

Poem Details | by Samuel Opara |
Categories: adventure, black african american, christmas, desire, first love, irony, kiss,


A dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most
I’d heard of winter and snow in places far away
Of cold and frozen waters and rains that fall like powder from the sky
Of words like mist, soft as a whispered kiss
Escaping from lips: red over a pale impression
Muttering words of things of the faraway place

I know not the feeling, only the idea of a place
And whatever feeling it evokes in me the most
Of these foreign notions, I have not one but many an impression
Of wonder and adventure and ways to sail away
On wooden or metal monsters that beckon the sea its cheek to kiss
In the in-between world of salt water, wind and sky

Not so here, no snow in this dry harmattan sky
I’d rather for a change of pace, a change of place
A place of apples and wine grapes and passions that deepen the kiss
Of hopes and dreams and wishful thinking for most
Come hopes! Come dreams! Come insane thoughts and take me away!
Far away, and in my place leave no impression

Rid it! On her alone I made some impression
Of two on a low hill beneath a big grey sky
Her eyes would haunt me screaming, “Why didn’t you take me with you, away?”
“To the place we had dreamed, the faraway place?”
Truth be told, she would prove really good, better than most
Even so, rid me of it with one final kiss

A flickering flame snuffed out with a kiss
It’s dying breath trailing a wispy impression
With that I lost what it was I wanted the most
Bartered for the image of a different sky
Alas a different time in a different place
Yet to find a place to stay that doesn’t lead away

Now a seasoned drifter wandering away
With tales of wonder and adventure and many a departure kiss
With yarns of many sights, yet yearning for only one place
For the place I left, leaving no impression
A place I must go only after I find the perfect sky
It was a dull Christmas eve, still it was better than most

Now in a place far away, making many an impression
Oh how I desire that kiss, under that same grey sky
Despite the faraway place, it is what I want the most

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?

Poem Details | by Gael Attal |
Categories: allegory, lost love, love, passionlove, me,

Irony, My Dearest Love

Was strolling down on Lover's Lane
With you lingering next to me.
Aphasiacs told me your name,
My love forever: Irony.

Your eyes of polished solar hue,
Comparable to no degree...
And I would venerate them too
My love, if I could only see.

You love the seasons with acclaim,
Adore the sight of all the trees
But then of course, it starts to rain
An acid that erodes the leaves.

But I confirm my love will last;
You may possess me endlessly.
My passion, never will it pass
Away, or go missing from me.

Despite my greatest efforts though,
There is one thing I cannot change.
It is your name, my deer, my doe.
The irony of love, so strange.

My love for you has now been slain.
As I was strolling down I slowed,
The sign that once said "Lover’s Lane",
Actually reads "Memory Road".

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: bible, change, conflict, irony, light, love hurts, romance,

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 23

I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to me with the Prince nearby
Unafraid of the consequences that may follow her orations

“Perhaps in your silent despair,
Your thoughtful pauses,
You mean to relax his heart
So more precious you have become in his eyes…
Though long your song has lulled him,
E’en before your change, dear soul,
E’en before your birth…”

I looked at her strangely, seeing some new glimmer in her eye
“Who are you, demon?” 
She chuckled, tickled by my wary curiosity
Softly, he growled 
“Do you not wish to know who he is? 
We are mere demons—flesh to the soul
Intestinal tubes to a putrid heart
He beats for you riotously, we marvel
He commands, we coo
See now, he grimaces, finding me unworthy to speak to you
See now he glowers, growling in low undertones
Waiting in impatient tempos
We are the rests,
He is the noise, the music, the big bang
The awe-inspiring, awful, Devil, 
And I,
I am a demon, as you know well
Just a demon in the dark.
A follower
A creepy crawler,
A nothing.”

“Then speak NO MORE, confident clown!
Deceived fool!!!!
Forbidding distraction!” Roared the Prince,
Swooping in-between us with swift wrath
The demon stood her ground, taller than I remembered
Her more slender wings healed, though haggard

He expanded his great wings, blocking her fully
As his voice grew soft and light,
Sardonic and cynical
His decided mind mad with respect for me 
He turned toward me 
“Unless, oh inimitable spirit,
Graceful woman of light, 
You deem her worthy,
Unless you, my newfound pleasure, 
Desire her here in our regal company?”

He stared at me probingly, 
Waiting darkly and angrily for an impressionable answer
Anciently possessive, though craftily considerate
But there was something original in his coal black eyes,
Something new, almost fragile,
And though his body blocked the vision of the she demon,  
Her presence permeated a grotesque grin, 
Lighting up the shades of his wings
I breathed in his receptive scent, 
Marveling at the changes in him
How fast he seemed to fall for me
How different he was becoming,
Despite how devious his motives may be

I sang,
“You are, 
The Devil I have thought of,
When in heavenly spaces, I sorrowed yet still!
You are,
The splendor that needs this light, 
Who has rejected it more than I can fight,
But who has embraced it when you deemed it right!
You are, 
A decision I will make,
I will not leave you alone,
I cannot acknowledge her as my own,
She is of your whelm, 
An audacious demon, enigmatic and gray,
But, it is you, oh Prince whom rains upon my day
You are the reason I am here,
The reason that I sing
A reason that is clearer everyday
And you are the reason I shall leave,
With or without you, I will grieve.
You are the Great Fallen Angel,
And I have fallen, in more ways than one,
Let her be my witness
When I return to the Son!”

Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: desire, irony, love hurts, metaphor, romance, trust,

Sweet Poison, Mine

"I love you" moistens on your lips
    I watch it, breathless, as it drips
        Coating, sweet, my foolish heart
            Now hopeless in its guileful grips.

Once, I trilled that phrase to you
    Unsweetened, it was naught but true
        Yet now there's bitter aftertaste
            That whispers sourly.of adieu.

How often have I played this game
    And uttered myths, the very same
        Fomenting, then, those like replies
            That light the apt and artful flame?

I feign to count them in my head
    Those subtle stories told instead
        Of placing faith in righteous love
            And by my honest heart, be led.

So, now the gambol's back to me
    To teach its cold inclemency
        Insuring then, the last guffaw
            Will not be wasted on a plea.

You drizzle damp, the lie again
    (It thus has ruined stronger men)
        I swallow deep, the poison, mine
            And tend my heart its last.amen.

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Poem Details | by Aa Harvey |
Categories: desire, farewell, irony, loss, lost love, love, technology,



You were standing alone with your mind on your phone
And you never saw me as I walked on by.
You were staring deep into your screen and you never saw me,
So I just kept on walking on by.
With your head in your Facebook, I never got a second look
And I guess I missed out on the first.
You are so deeply engrossed that you missed me the most;
You love having the best phone and that makes you the worst.

With your head in the cloud you are never around,
So how can I compliment you tonight?
With your eyes never here and always there, 
It just seems to me that you do not care;
So I wave you goodbye and walk out of your life.

Now your battery has died and the power has been cut,
You finally notice me walking on by.
You think I really do like him, but he does not even notice me,
With that woman and a ring on his hand.
You have missed out on love
And it was all just because,
You were connected to your mobile phone, not this man.
So you never had the chance to connect to romance,
Or the love that I know you could have had.

(C)2017 Aa HarveyAll Rights Reserved.

Poem Details | by Race Benoit |
Categories: irony, love,

Across the Void

a man and a woman
lucky in love and precious
fate walked in and kissed them both
kisses wet, sloppy, thirsty
from an unplanned tenderness
romance fluttered
love came next there was no doubt
their chemistry delicious
played one off the others substantial
in the beginning of her purring
on purpose as fate
walked them down the primrose blushing
passion concentrated and gifted
translovely dream cooing
across the abyss
separating them from their naughty
they talked of love needful
secrets were confessed fragile
vowed to leave the past behind
shredded and troubled
their bond will be sewn husky
he closes his eye tender
she holds out her attractive
together they are damaged

Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: angst, confusion, life, loss, lost love, love, social, irony,

Drowning in a box of condoms

    I'm a virgin
 Yet I'm a peer educator 
  I teach people about sex
    and how to put on the condom.
    sometimes the irony does bother me
 There's an endless supply of condoms 
     in my custody daily yet I have no need for them
     You should see the eager faces of the kids  
    grabbing them out of boxes like their gods best made gift
      I can't share in their glory 
      all I can do is watch 
        I hate  watching
         I'm mostly a doer not a witness
         So in this case I just feel out of place
             out of context
              Lost? Not exactly
              Cause i'm not exactly a saint
                  I probably know more than the one's who are active
                   which makes the irony even more ridiculous
                        But I guess it's just that need to be in with the crowd 
                            The need to feel like I belong
                               Less and less virgin's hang around these parts
                                   I'm starting to feel like i'm the only one left
                                             like i'm waiting for nothing
                                                         The condom box is calling out to me
                                                          The multiple flavors tempt me to taste
                                                                     Yet i'm still meTherefore i'm lame
                                                                     Therefore i'm waiting...
                                                                    For what i'm not even sure anymore.
                                                                    I though it was because I was looking for the right guy 
                                                                     Maybe i'm just inept in this area
                                                    LoL that's a laughMy body knows I'd  be a champ.
                                                                  But it also listens to my head
                                                                               Maybe that's what's the problem.
                                                                               Who knows? 
                                                                All I know is that i'm drowning in a box of condoms

Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,

The Gift of Eros

The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: how i feel, irony, life, love, truth, war, writing,

Almost counts

In the war of words count the cost                                                                                                                                                   all is fair in love maybe but not war                                                                                                                         hearts mend but dead bodies wash ashore                                                                                                                    they will war no more being dead                                                                                                                                     war is not hell tragic but enough said                                                                                                                                      love is the fairest lest you be a whore                                                                                                                                 In the war of words       
You know better than being lost unsatisfied but a chance for more the love of money rotten to the core war is cold far as I know and so is frost In the war of words

Poem Details | by Dino Clarke |
Categories: dream, faith, irony, love, relationship,

Dreams are made of this

We dance we sing, we talk, we listen, we pingDreams are made of thisWe walk, we eat, we laugh we cry, we console, we listen, no wonders whyWe are magical, we are light, dreams of holding hands by the rivers moonlightDreams are made of this

Together we are hand in hand, two against the world, you my women me your manDreams are made of thisWe say things to the soul that hurt, we batter and bruise, we fight, we ignore, we cause fear we are soreDreams are made of this

Through indifference, through pain, through rain storms, through the insane, through the mystery of me the storm always ends, two hands touch, a remembrance to commitment a remembrance to loveDreams are made of this 

Without some struggle without some fight, without some tragedy without some flight, without some crazy, without some fear, then and only will love then be secured Love is not solely achieved on perfection without pain love then has no meaning it must contain rainDreams are made of this.

Do not solely blame yourself nor solely blame others for the tragedy of love lost, you are human there is always a costLove In all of its fragility, love can be weak, unfulfilling, flightless, distant hope, and meekDreams are made of this 

Then that is not love, that is not real, that is not what you seek for only when love becomes forgiveness, love is not lost it becomes your strength your destiny your bossDreams are made of this….Poetry by Dean

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: destiny, funeral, humor, imagination, introspection, irony, mystery,

I love a good plot

The skeletal remains are being chalked out,
while mystery and intrigue are engraven, cryptic.
Lying beneath, this freshly seeded idea;
upon these grounds, the words are etched,
what are you looking for and how will you get it,
for these are but the bare bones of a story.
The key alone is in your closet, slowly turning,
as you opened the creaking rusted door.
You slowly peep inside the mausoleum of your mind,
where cobwebs hang on every angle.
Suddenly, a cold swift draft blows across your spine,
as if someone has just, walked on your grave.
You look up to see, all the entrapping’s laid
but then again, you are still lying in a good plot.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: girlfriend, irony, lost love, relationship,


she didn't become
the love of his life
until gone

posted on July 26, 2018

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: angst, boyfriend, child, children, cute love, dad, daughter, family, father daughter, first love, funny love, girlfriend, growing up, humor, humorous, innocence, irony, love, marriage, my children, parents, relationship, romantic, sick, silly, smile, social, society, sweet, wedding,

The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, MrJohnson?”
“Sure, BruceWhat’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“MrJohnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

MrJohnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, MrJohnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce..“We’ve been lucky so far.”

Poem Details | by Danielle Wise Baxter |
Categories: desire, devotion, feelings, first love, husband, i love you, irony, journey, red, sexy, spiritual, symbolism, time, together, trust, truth,

You and I


I find you at the gateway to life
the center of my world
patiently waiting for me to ripen

You make all the storms seem safer
your maturity grounds me
to that place where my age is nothing

The one piece of fruit you crave
you are my sunshine and my rain
you are the clouds full of mystery

You are all past, my history
and here in these days
I find life from you at my own gateway
forever gratefully 

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, community, confusion, dedication, devotion, faith, family, forgiveness, friendship, god, grief, growing up, happiness, heaven, hope, inspiration, introspection, irony, lost, lost love, love, people, places, political, power, pride, relationship, religion, religious, rights, sad, sad love, sin, social, society, sorrow, spiritual, trust,

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

Is this church meant for people like me?
Is this where God really wants me to be?

They claim to be filled with God’s spirit.
When it comes to HIS truth.. Can they give it?

I’m sure there’s many who come and attend
It’s more than “church on Sunday,” that we must spend!

We must reach out to the lost and the oppressed!
After all, Christ gave us his very best!

May we all preach the gospel and God’s holiness!
And strive to seek his awesome righteousness!

Living for Jesus must be a daily walk and experience!
Not simply based on our “ambitious self appearance.”

God isn’t interested in a denomination or a title…
He wants to know…  Do we really believe the Bible?

He’s not interested in the money put in the offering plate.
He wants to know; “Are you ready
 to enter heaven’s gate?”

May we strive to serve Jesus with a zeal and passion!
And be filled with his holiness and compassion!

May we serve Jesus from a heart of humbled confession!
And making our commitment to him,
 our #1 possession!

“Unless the Lord builds the house.”  
They labor in vain that build it!
Let’s seek the power of God! 
May his presence completely fill it!!

By Jim Pemberton    

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: addiction, april, best friend, computer, confusion, courage, culture, cute love, earth, emotions, encouraging, environment, fantasy, farm, feelings, funny love, garden, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, internet, irony, july, june, kiss, loneliness, love, magic, me, metaphor, nature, parody, repetition, satire, science, social, technology, tree, women, world, youth,


follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, cheer up, crush, cute love, deep, destiny, earth, emotions, environment, feelings, first love, for her, future, i am, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, irony, love, meaningful, metaphor, motivation, moving on, nature, passion, pride, relationship, river, romantic, simple, soulmate, spiritual, strength, sweet, time, together, true love, water, woman, women,

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angst, anxiety, autumn, beauty, blue, change, childhood, cry, emotions, fear, feelings, for her, future, girl, grief, growing up, happiness, heart, irony, journey, joy, judgement, life, longing, lost love, memory, nostalgia, parents, sad, seasons, sorrow, summer, truth, vanity, woman, youth,

Debutant's Lament

Summertime…they say the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high                                   
They say your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush now pretty baby…there's no reason to cry

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ll have your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town at your beck and call.

Summertime…Yes, the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when Summer’s done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you'll sit and wonder
How you came so far, but have no love at all.

Summertime....They said the livin’ was easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now, your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy

Poem Details | by Olufemi Oloye |
Categories: betrayal, crazy, deep, emotions, friendship, funny love, mystery,





Poem Details | by João Camilo |
Categories: irony, love, smile,


In a plaza, when a smiling man
Is faced by a fuming woman:
Why are you angry if I smile?
I have been smiling for awhile,
Since the day I took from your lips
The smile you wanted to give
With a blow on your fingertips.
If my smile I wanted to give
I shouldn’t have been so naïve
To believe you would display
My smile in every public place
Like you are doing the whole day.
But aren’t we in a public place?
There is no shame, only grace.
I was just having an innocent walk
But now that you are awake,
Let’s smile and have less talk.
I was dreaming and not awake
The night you came to take
the smile which you still keep
Upon your lips all the time,
Wondering when I will sleep?
I was waiting the right time
To make our smiles both rhyme.
I will give your smile back,
Lower now your defenses:
Here is my smiling attack…
The woman is now silent
But the smile is permanent.

Poem Details | by Daniel Human |
Categories: christian, irony, love hurts,

Cold love

We can all read that the love will become cold
We can all see that what has been foretold
Is the world we live in now

We can be amazed that two thousand years ago
It was written where the world would go
It is the world we live in now

The love that is cold is from the brothers close
A bitter cup to swallow, a bitter poisoned dose
It is the world we live in now

We see selfishness
We feel loneliness
We see lawlessness
We feel lovelessness

As was sagely said
In the pages that I’ve read:

“To live up high with the saints we know,
Oh Lord, that would be glory,
But to live down here with the saints below,
Now that’s a different story!”

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, blessing, cheer up, city, confidence, cute love, deep, desire, earth, england, environment, feelings, garden, green, happiness, happy, i love you, imagination, irony, joy, july, june, london, love, love hurts, meaningful, missing you, nature, nice, nostalgia, passion, places, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, seasons, simple, solitude, spiritual, spring, summer, true love, uplifting, vacation, weather, wisdom,


Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.

Poem Details | by Kelly Crenshaw |
Categories: anxiety, break up, confusion, courage, dark, deep, depression, desire, emotions, fear, feelings, first love, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt, i miss you, irony, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, pain, passion, poetry, pride, relationship, romantic, sad love, trust,

The unopened letter

The letter stays sealed within the envelope unread and faded 
Bringing neither hope, nor memories blurred or jaded 
The day it came I could not know
Which destiny the words would hold.
Out of fear I refused to break the seal
In hopes that neither fate was real
Thinking only of the I in me
Believing not that Love could ever be 
Nor trusting simply your love for me
Past memories of former hurt stake their claim
Haunting wounds, nightmares in the middle of the day.
Uncounted years the letter lay
Preemptive strike I walked away 
Hoping the memory that can never un happen of that day 
Will be less painful than the specter of what might have been had I embraced the gamble of love
the day your letter came.
And after all these years surprisingly 
That letter still calls out to me
Tho I know now what might have been can never be.
I sometimes think what if I was wrong
What if the letter told of love grown strong 
Of two hearts held by one strong bond
Perhaps the words spoke tenderly 
Of Love
Of Life
And not dear John as I assumed it to be.
I will never know if those words are real
Because the envelope that contains the letter
Remains sealed.
Somewhere in my twisted heart I feel
That those words unread
Can neither harm, nor heal.
Which is better?
Which is worse?
Does truth lie in the ancient verse
"Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all"
What daysman can ever make that call?
Maybe the tragedy that is worse
Is to never give your heart a chance to hurt.
So now I stand alone and cold
Much like the unread letter folded in the envelope.
Never throwing it away yet still not reading 
Dying unwounded
Scarred but not bleeding.
Knowing full and well that I will never know
The message that the letter holds
Too afraid to let it go
Yet too afraid to ever know
I stand alone 
A prisoner to unread words.
Fearing the past and dreading the future 
Fearful of presumed hurt. 
Yet I'm frozen
And alone
A prisoner held hostage by a message I'll never know.
A letter 
In an envelopeUnopened.

Poem Details | by Jeinara Odonio |
Categories: absence, art, blue, dark, desire, devotion, earth, emotions, eulogy, eve, feelings, hope, how i feel, howl, i love you, image, irony, joy, loneliness, lonely, longing, memory, missing, moon, night, pain, passion, poems, relationship, romantic, stars,

Yellow Moon

She watched as the earth fell asleep

Waited for the yellow moon

soft kisses of unfaithful wind..

Images..Images on her head

Nostalgic memory of a forgotten love

Flashes of things she tried to forget..

Her eyes caught the reflection of the moon

locked inside the rain on her cheek..

She was standing alone..

Her grieving heart sought

solace from the moon

She petitioned the stars

Where is he this very night?

Cruel..oh so cruel..

Beneath the silence of the sky

she bowed her head and cried..

Poem Details | by Thomas King |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, fantasy, first love, irony, truth,

The princess Bride

He came in the night
Hearing the wish you did plead
Your knight in shining armor
High atop his white steed

His armor did shine 
With a pleasing white light
As visions of hope
Filled the lonely dark night

Features so striking 
But gentle and smooth
The warmth of his smile
Of his gallantry it did prove

He vowed to protect you
To vanquish any foe
His loyalty and honor
Unlike any you’ll ever know

Your wish had been granted
And your plea had been heard
To think it’s all a dream
At this point would be absurd

You took his strong hand 
And he swept you away
Bold and flamboyant
In that old world way

You’re now his fairytale princess
But his love on you he did not shower
Trapped like the poor maiden
Who had been locked in the tower  

Unhappily ever after 
Nor a storybook life
You fell for his facade
And now you’re his wife

He protects by controlling
He’s violent and cruel
To believe in real life fairytales 
Has made you look like a fool

So be careful what you wish for
Sometime they may come true 
But they may not always turn out 
How you expect or want them to…

Poem Details | by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: drink, irony, love, lust,

Somebody Else

A lush
A hot tomato
Full of bourbon
Holding up a bar stool
Cigarette between her fingers
Manicured nails meant to kill
And I’m on a bender
And hell bent
Smoky crushed velvet
James Bond would be so proud
A jazz quartet is swinging 
To a heroin crowd
Sunglasses in the night
The brother is so cool
A nicotine queen
Is filing in between
Bartender named Lloyd
Says my money’s no good 
Drinks are on the house
They know I’ll pay in cocaine
When we slide on out the back
“What was that?” she says
“A double Jack straight up?”
No mixers for me
I’m drinking for the buzz
It takes a lot of booze to kill 
The memories of you 
And pretend I’m someone else.

Poem Details | by Cynthia Ferguson |
Categories: irony, love,

Can't win

Come sit with me a spell
We both got something to say
You don’t have to look at me so keen
I wouldn’t marry you anyway
You can tell by looking at me 
What is drawn upon my face
I never knew where to go
So it had to be this place
But I never thought that I would get
My tongue stuck in my own, boot lace
And that you could really be so mean

But I never meant any of those things 
I was thinking of another place
As warm and friendly as it is
It’s just really not for my taste
You always wore the prettiest things
Like a purse that matched your glove
And I could never really help myself
For I was so young and so in love
And I know now for the rest of my life
No matter what I do it will be you
That I always will be thinking of

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: boyfriend, desire, destiny, girlfriend, good morning, good night, grief, happy, heartbreak, heartbroken, humanity, i love you, i miss you, identity, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, irony, jealousy, joy, light, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, night, nostalgia, perspective, philosophy, relationship, repetition, romance, romantic, sunset, truth,

Her Soul

it's not the sun that rises each morning
it's my mind setting into the light;

it's not the sun that sets each evening
it's her soul rising onto the night.