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Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: august, beach, beautiful, cool, crush, deep, destiny, devotion, fantasy, feelings, first love, fishing, freedom, funny love, future, girlfriend, hope, i love you, i miss you, journey, joy, judgement, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miracle, ocean, people, places, romance, sea, sensual, simple, spiritual, water, women, world,


Don't rush to wash off the sea salt 
drying on your skin;
the hopes it carries from other oceans,
those remain yet to be seen.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: blessing, dream, farewell, forgiveness, judgement, love, wisdom,

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea

If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be judged by memories faded,
Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green.

There with blindness removed, pray thee not err
For muddied waters defy truest intent;
As all my life and love, was given her,
Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent.

From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all
Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace;
With her sweet smile greeting my every call,
Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace.

Thou parted, death can not our love destroy,
Destiny once charted, tho' now no more;
Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy,
Should my path, be to a different shore.

Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion.
We both being too young and filled with pride.
I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion;
All my great sins I dare not try to hide!

Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her,
And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime;
True now, I am truly lost without her,
Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time.

Ask I thee,  please grant this one more favor,
Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss;
See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor,
Die remembering all that I will miss.

Robert JLindley, 5-21-2018
Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, farewell, fear, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, howl, judgement, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, night, pain, sin, sorrow, suicide, sympathy, voice, wisdom, write, writing,

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away..slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.


Poem Details | by Gideon Foli |
Categories: character, christian, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, judgement, lost love, metaphor, mystery, truth, wisdom,

The Door

Noah’s ark was real not a fiction
It had a door to escape God’s affliction
Noah delivered a warning message
But the folks mock their own presage

Men grew in sin and matured in transgression
And ignored Noah’s loving confession
The Door stood open a long time
Until time begin to climb

The Lord finally shut the Door
And the rain begin to pour
120 years of grace finally came to a halt
God administered judgment by default

The Door was a glorious type of Christ
He was the Lamb of God who was price
Jesus said “I am the Door of the sheep”
He is the only Door of that Great ship

Jesus is our Door of salvation
Wherein we enter and float as new creation
Behold He stands at your door this day and knock
Let Him in, you’ll find pasture as a partaker of His Holy flock

Then said Jesus unto them again, Verily, verily, I say unto you, I am the door of the sheep- John 10:7

Poem Details | by Marilyn Stevens |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, corruption, judgement, lost love,


He promised me i would not die
As I’d been forced to live
He promised me I would not cry
And his heart he would give

And now its summed up in a sigh
The sorrow and the pain
No more will I be placed on high
Just caught up in a game

A game that is so deadly
It leaves you mortified
And that’s when you realise
There’s nowhere left to hide

Then they kill you with the rumours
And beat you with the lies
There's nowhere left to run now
You're not wanted when love dies.

After all the waiting
So loyal was my love
All I’ve been is just a fool
Sent from up above.

I once thought i was special
But they’ve destroyed that thought
Now I feel like nothing
For everyone’s been bought

Poem Details | by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories: hate, judgement, love,

For your speculative mind

Pray, I know, I feel it, I sense it
The intuition which is mightier than my wit
Tweets it to my mind
And I just trust it
As it holds the same power
As a walking stick would, to a blind,
Pray, i just know that about me 
And about all the others you do ponder!

See, you do care solely to see that which you choose
The bright smile which makes us all lovelier than a rose
The glamour which bids us all to fly high on ecstatic clouds
And of course, the cause for which we do sound our bells loud!

And I just know, that, behind your gentle facet
You do let unfold, about us, a doomed ballet!
Why, does it even matter
If we are lovers or mere philosophers?
Does it be a cause of bother
As to bring up a tsunami in your flowing river?

Pray, know that the world is made of difference of all sorts
Know that to judge others is a virus easily caught
Know that you can be immune to such an infection
All it requires is to be able to muster up, in you, an introspection!

See the world as it is, a revolving mess upon its own confusion
See yourself as a particle of dust, made of mysterious concoction
See your being as being devoid of meaning
For the life you live is a lie, 
Meant someday to be treated as would be an abortion!

Upon it, souls tread, carrying dutifully their own burden
Even if they know that their existence remains as that of the fly
Fickle and uncertainly driven
So much that easily and without warning
They do become, faced with Death, downfallen!

Why, in such a world, tell me, brother or sister
Tell me, 
Is it worth wasting your time lost in hatred
Or lost in creating a judgemental corner
Where you do spit out your rancour
Causing you to feel, about yourself, illbred?

Tell me, 
Pray, is it not better
To smile, so totally intoxicated
By the birth of stars in your own essence,
To love, so totally moved
By the warmth you feel
When you do share this essence
And to hold each and everyone
In a bond as strong as steel?

4th Dec 2017
For Contest Judgmental People And Haters 
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri  

Poem Details | by Sam Perkins |
Categories: death, humor, judgement, love hurts, people, poetry,

Black Ballad

The time is always wrong and consciousness is a deformed perception of reality we combine with artificial thought.
Prove you're here prove you're thereTruth is everywhere in secret and fabrication is the child of mind raised under surveillance of the third eye

Capture the same kidnapped brain punctured and branded by darkness where shadows of sanity are abducted in a recent survey taken for centuries we've ventured through and found nothing except our own delusions

Man made engineers engineering man kind and steering our futures into catastrophe starting as one until its ruled and barred in a society who lack the acceptance of its population
The proof stays digging it self out from under cover and stolen and hidden within us and we don't know its instigation.

Don't ask questions if you don't want to hear the answersWe dance with satyrs and ghouls and demons in a place we call home feeling safe with alarms on our cars and homes and where's the dogs we love so much and lost while shopping

We crave and rip us apart creating this world they charge us to live inside talking about space travel only large corporations can pay for while we ran out of goods and supplies while hating us with new dreams through insomnia

Carbon footprints attacking us and terrorists escaping to the desert and we scream vengeance knowing its gods so we betrayed him and call it valuedEmpathy turns to violence and we let itCompassion becomes rape and we condone itSoul is now hollow and absent and perhaps it wasn't ever there and is just a name

Words are conjoined sounds we make and understand untill tomorrows new sound has wheeled up like a vehicle of communication between language barriers bare of contentWe're here now for removal without avoidanceEmotion is lost, hope is neglected, depressions our life's, debt is our existence and death is our friend

Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: bible, devotion, god, hope, jesus, judgement, true love,


Mapping my final ride to the other side
Oh how I want to feel like I have arrived
Seeing so many good reasons why I have survived
Like I have climbed the highest mountain totally revived
Believing in myself knowing I will not be denied
Dreaming of my God that makes me so satisfied

Doing what I had to do so I didn't collide
With the love waiting on the other side
Only God gets to decide
Who gets to go on this amazing ride
Enjoying going to heaven where God resides
Feeling like I belong rested very much alive

Applying myself being careful not to divide
My faith that makes it all so personalized
With his wisdom and understanding he provides
His truth in the bible makes us unified
Oh how I want to make sure I realize
Jesus was tried and crucified
Giving up his life so we would be supplied

With a way, we can be revived
When Satan only promises genocide
Disguised as some better kind of high
That leaves us completely horrified 
Making Gods plan justified
Mankind needs to open his eyes to unwind
How much he needs to live in our minds
Only God knows what happens when we die

Bringing his divine harmony 
So when Jesus returns to rectify  
What Satan tried so hard to nullify 
Knowing that I won't be left behind
Believing I didn't live my life blind
To the truth that gives us passage to heaven
Where my soul can reign on high
Knowing or lord and master would never lie
About what will happen if we except him eye to eye

Poem Details | by Herzel Poshiwa |
Categories: change, judgement, life, sad love, solitude,

Pardon my - Part 1


“You look a lot distraught
Pardon my rudeness;
But I could not help but notice….
May I take a seat……?”
She: A soft shrug
“A damsel like yourself,
Shedding a multitude of tears.
Quite unacceptable
What has bothered your heart so?”
Please kind sir, I would need no company.
Pardon my impulse;
But your face looks ever so familiar.
Perhaps, I could lend an ear.
Why torture yourself with a silent cry.
A silent cry I do not possess.
A world of emptiness is what I have.
Apart from a few cats and dogs.
So please be on your way.
I prefer being by myself.
Pardon my stubbornness.
It’s in my nature, though once it cut me deep.
I could not possibly stir from here.
What kind of a man would I be?
A man that of noble respect.
For my privacy I would like to keep.
Now if you will excuse me, 
I will present myself somewhere else.

© Herzel Poshiwa

Poem Details | by Quoth TheRaven |
Categories: angst, fate, innocence, judgement, life, light, longing, loss, love hurts, passion, sad, smile, sorry, teenage, youth,

My Goddess of Home Furnishings

The Goddess of Home Furnishings

I watched you floating in your usual way, always in song..,
though you could not see me.
From between the racks of Men's clothing..,  
at the department store where we both worked.

Reaching up to the light fixtures above,..
Like a Goddess fair and ringed in light,
long lithe arms reaching to the heavens

Beguiled, in utter fascination..,
stood I, silently, thanking the heavens above
And the angels that bore you on wings.., 
down to to Earth for all to see.

But I could never find the words, 
to tell you how I felt..,
so afraid and shy was I.

Every time you passed, my heart skipped
a beat..,
though I played so cool in my foolish youth

Then came a friend, bold, and brash,
though wearing a mask to hide.
the pain from the loss of his dear dad,
bearing witness to, a sadness belied.

In days attended at University, and shouldered,
with inheritance, unasked for and unwanted.
And nights blended in perversity, grew bolder, 
a life of arrogance, unchaste and haunted 

This man I looked up to,
and hoped would help me find,
my way in manhood..,
and in the wide world    

One day he asked me if I knew of you, 
to improve his chance to meet.
Oh, too easily I gave away,
what was never mine to give

I told him that I'd heard stories, 
and said that you would go willing, 
to anyone that smiled your way..

He told me of the conversation,
where my words were replayed.
Though only comical to him..,  
laid bare and stinging, 
the bargain had been struck,
and I, forever damned.
My heart sank in the knowledge of two betrayals,
though one of them was mine...

At last, cornered, I prayed for Rapture,
and wished anywhere or anyone else to be
At the stockroom portal, captured,
to be tried by those eyes bound in fury.

Your hushed voice remained calm and measured,
almost at a whisper
But those thunderous piercing, angry eyes,
shot arrows through my heart.

One last chance to refute my words you gave..,
to find redemption, where none was to be had.
You asked if the cruel words were mine.
I tried to play it off as a child's scolding,
when caught on the kitchen counter.
With cookie still in hand beholding, 
the jar left shattered at your feet

I, who diminished in your gaze, retreated, 
for you knew the measure of my guilt.
To live anguish borne days depleted, 
and to pleasures no longer dealt.
You told me that you'd never speak to me, 
e'er again...
and you held your promise true.

You turned away that beautiful face, those twinkling eyes.., 
away from mine, now pitiful and reviled.

No other punishment held so stinging..,
even now, choked in my own repulse.
Like a rasp upon my flesh covered rib cage tingling..,
the bitter lesson learned from my insult

Now the years have flown..,
though I've never forgotten
The day that I fell from your grace
and lost your kindness

My Goddess from Home Furnishings 
I wish I could find you,
and tell you that I'm sorry and.., 
how you touched my heart..,
and still do.

You took the light with you..., 
and I never got another chance.
To take back my foolish words, 
and beg your forgiveness   

Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: christian, death, god, jesus, judgement, love, perspective,

God's Not Fair

Rather than destroy His creation
on sinful road to eternal damnation,
He forged a plan for our salvation.
God’s not fair.

He left heaven’s glory to come to earth,
experienced lowly stable birth,
esteeming wayward man of worth.
God’s not fair.

Allowed Himself to be beaten and led
to that cruel cross where He hung and bled
making the choice to die in your stead.
God’s not fair.

Suspended in pain, in shame and disgrace,
receiving sharp blows and spit on His face
paying the debt for the human race.
God’s not fair.

He will put people in your path
to share His Word, which can save you from wrath,
even though some choose to scorn, mock or laugh.
God’s not fair.

He took your sin and gladly did bear it
and made a way that you could be filled with His Spirit,
though some close their hearts and don’t want to hear it.
God’s not fair.

If surrendering to Him you choose to delay,
and you’re not ready come judgment day,
gone is the chance for you to say
God’s not fair!


submitted for What Your Poem Needs Now Is Love Sweet Love Poetry Contest sponsored by Michelle Faulkner

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: betrayal, dark, judgement, lost love, perspective, sad, vanity,

With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart

With The Fleece Torn From A Fallen Suitor's Heart

Where were you, as cold winds ate these aging  bones,
away counting your wealth, your precious gemstones;
a marauding mist that surrounds its weakened host
tho' cherished, your heart remained as a fleeting ghost.

Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.

Where were you, as dark nights- savaged a hurting soul,
idling in wanton lust-  polishing your golden bowl;
with the fleece torn from a fallen suitor's heart
in a blind cave, far from what wisdom could impart.

Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.

Where were you, as death sent its dark to make calls
parading in your cold heart talking to empty halls;
a lost and vain entity, few could recognize
no longer the tempting beauty, once thought a prize.

Life lesson learned, the weak become the prized prey.
Time says, the predator will someday have to pay.

Robert JLindley,10-14-2018
Rhyme, (Fleeing echoes from a heart broken past)
edited from an old poem fragment.

Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: betrayal, break up, confusion, heartbreak, judgement, love hurts, sorrow,

A Deceiver Schemer Betrayal

                    As a dreamer, I never once dwelled on schemers,
            so, as a believer, I fell for him, a deceiver
I became an anger screamer and tear streamer
until romantic panic lay me down as griever.
                        I believed his story, his strengths and regrets
which had me set to gently drift into his net
where hidden, as yet, were his sharp-hearted threats.
      He spoke of love most profuse when he played to seduce.
            I revealed all my truths, he used them for abuse
                        while running hot then cold to steer me towards confused.
Oh, he was charm, lushness and warmth, a manly steamer.
            Then he was harm, harshness and cold, a heartless quiver.
      Playing the fool to his cruel, is my self-debt,
            one my brain did not deduce, nor heart now excuse.

..CayCay Jennings
November 15, 2018

Poem Details | by John lawless |
Categories: innocence, judgement, love,


“The Mill wheel wouldn’t turn until the Spring”
“Old River’s” frozen heart a yearly thing
cold solace of deep snow a lonely gift
to those with ugly memories to sift.

For wheels that grind the truth in darkened minds
to sift the chaff of memories gone blind
will place a ghastly crust upon pure snow
and on the wind the question “Did you know?”

‘Whispers ran through the town from door to door’
lone footprints in the snow at rumors core
the rabid tongues of venom’s righteous quest
condemned sweet mercy’s visits as a test

and so beside the silence of the wheel
she hid the feelings “they” denied she feel.
Spring thaw, a time of which nobody speaks
‘Ice melts, revealing secrets – the wheel creaks’


for Viv Wigley – One, Nine, Sixteen V3.0 – Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: day, judgement, love,


The only advocate to plead our case on judgment day would be our deeds of love!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
       21 August 2018

Poem Details | by TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories: change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, goodbye, heart, how i feel, introspection, judgement, leaving, lost, lost love, me, pain, parody, relationship, remember, sad love, self, slam, spoken word, storm, stress, time, together, truth,


Oh what a mistake I have made,
Traveled so far to end up this way.
  Not in a million years would I have guessed,
That this idea was truly not one of my best.
  Never had  known things had changed so much,
We for sure had fallen so far out of touch.
  So many different do's , don't , and bewares,
Actually has left me absolutely  scared.
  What a fool I was to ever believe,
That she would ever be in love with me.
  At my age you would think I know better,
You can trust this will be remembered forever.
  Oh what a terrible mistake I have made,
Wanting all these memories to just fade away.

Poem Details | by Arden Gopela |
Categories: emotions, judgement, love, together, visionary,


                     Cold winter, sprouting spring, seasons they do not agree
                     Our love's defined inessential, citizens they do not agree
                     They talked of money and status - her intentions of love
                Happens in a heartbeat - whatever reasons they do not agree
                    Have you ever been in love where you're blinded and equal?
                        Conflicting to compatible - horizons they do not agree

                              For my eyes are growing old and gap is too wide
            I was accused and she was judged, our emotions they do not agree

                          However, we'll sing and dance like nobody's watching
                  Better to be hated for than to break a person they do not agree.

Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: death, depression, life, love, social, world, love,

Society's Judgement

Her lips were stained a rosey red, Her hair a fall of golden wheat; Eyes that twinkle of'ly bright, And a smile, light, but awful sweet. Lips that curl when pulled from dreams, Ent'ring illusion, ripped from truth. Stare at stone blank faces judging The sad and sickening hateful youth. Straying from her realm of thoughts, Maintaining careful poise and grace; Not to frighten social judgement As she brings herself to present place. Once they're gone, and all have left, Relief floods through her pale, light skin; Avoiding judgement day once more, She lets her true self rise within. No such thing as bonds between, Or even love to spread throughout. A little child grown-up fast To see the world spread hate about. So she dreams then must awake once more, And greet the world which won't greet back; She waits for love to save her soul, Or turn her heart an awful black.

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 Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: break up, courage, desire, first love, heartbroken, judgement,

One and one made three

I remember
I smiled once
You had that affect on me
There was nowhere else I wanted to be
Being with you was my ecstasy
Time stood still
You were like a happy pill
Or at least until
You became a yesterday

You took your love away
Still in the end it was okay
Night comes at the end of every day
You had somewhere else to be
I know now you weren't meant for me

For you love was a kinda game
I played it without the rules
Lovers love and boys can be fools
We sat at loves counter
You rotated the stools

I got dizzy on pretty
Your eyes gorgeous blue
It was hard to believe I was there with you
One was one and then we were two
At least until you decided that we were through

So I gained, a suspicious smile
Somewhat wary for a little while
Traded in substance for a bit of style
You left my heart on high alert
I learned to be cool
With an unbuttoned shirt
I made the rules so I wouldn't be hurt

In the end I wasn't being me
My one and ones 
turned out to be threes
As I looked at them 
it was you I would see

Realizing that became my key
I unlocked my heart
Finally set myself free
Leaving you in the past
So I could discover me
I needed to wait a while
Before becoming a we


Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: bible, christian, culture, judgement, love, sin, truth,


From sinning lovers
screaming out his holy name
clever deceiver         


Contest: Senryu
Sponsor: Mike Talbot

Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: basketball, beautiful, beauty, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion, fear, fun, funny, happiness, happy, humor, judgement, love, me, memory, nature, nice, poems, poetry, silly, smile, time, trust, truth, words, write, writing, hair, me, hair, me, mirror, smile,


I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: dedication, desire, football, judgement, longing, love,

Ronaldo or Messi

I'm sick and tired of the comparisons
If You disrespect one because you prefer the other, you're an embarrassment
They're the greatest footballers of all time you should appreciate them both
Every game, they continue to break records that people once thought could never be broke

Cristiano and Lionel are the best players of my generation
Every time they play they leave me in amazement
Scoring non stop and they continue to break records
They're so good, that it looks like they do it with no effort

Football is just a game to some, but me I'm in love with it
Ronaldo worked his butt off to become how good he is
He was always the first at training and the last to leave
He's been the best player in LA liga and the premier league

Messi has been at Barcelona for his whole career
Give him the ball and defenders facing him start to fear
He will run past them with ease
Its amazing what he can do with his feet

I prefer Ronaldo but I respect both
We should all be thankful we get to see them both play
They continue to break records every day
And always find new records that need to be broke

Both of their stats and numbers are insane
People creating so much ugliness over the 2 best footballers in the game
Give either of them the ball and they will score
They're equally great, it's just about who you like more

I'm sick and tired of the comparisons
If You disrespect one because you prefer the other, you're an embarrassment
They're the greatest footballers of all time you should appreciate them both
Every game, they continue to break records that people once thought could never be broke

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: christian, confusion, faith, judgement, lost love, religious, sensual,

It's Time to Stop Playing Church

t’s Time to Stop Playing Church! In many churches, they just want to have “fun.” Just look at what the church has become! It’s often a place of idolatry of various kinds. As many come with a lot of sin on their minds. Conviction from God doesn’t seem to last. Preaching on sin seems to be a relic of the past. Money and free coffee is what brings people in. God’s presence is absent before service begins. The people want a service that’s an hour long. God’s spirit can’t move It doesn’t belong! “Come as you are,” is the motto of the day. Yet, people leave the same as they walk away. Do you have a problem? There’s a class for it! Do you need prayer? Call the pastor and ask for it! It’s like a drive thru service served on a platter! Is there a call for holiness? It doesn’t seem to matter! God’s judgment is coming! The church doesn’t care! When Christ comes, many will be caught unaware! Many churches are too busy worshiping false idols. As many have forsaken the God of the Bible! It’s time to repent and come before God’s throne! Let’s allow Jesus to be the Lord of our heart and home! Let’s seek Jesus, who requires a holy way of living! He wants a pure heart in the life that we’re giving! Coming to church isn’t the answer to what’s needed! Only by obeying God’s word, can a life be completed! Let’s preach the gospel of Jesus this very hour! Let’s seek his presence and his righteous power! It’s righteous living that matters the most! Let’s be changed by God’s power of the Holy Ghost! By Jim Pemberton 10/02/16

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, christian, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, hope, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, judgement, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, lust, prayer, pride, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, sin, social, society, sorrow, spiritual, spoken word, trust, uplifting,

Satan HATES Everything That God LOVES

Satan HATES everything that God loves! He tries to counterfeit everything he does! He goes about as a lion, seeking whom to devour! He comes after us! But God alone has the power! Satan will twist God’s truth, into a corruptible lie! He has one mission! And that is to see you die! He wants to enslave you into deep addictions! And bring into your life, unneeded afflictions! He has one purpose, ambition and goal… Is to seek eternal damnation of your very soul! Jesus has come! His TRUTH can set you free! He has come that you may have life abundantly! Won’t you accept him? You can overcome! Through the shed blood, and power of God’s son! All glory to Jesus! All praise to HIM on high! He is your protector! He is El-Shaddai! Won’t you allow God’s love to bring you salvation? He offers it to right now! A heavenly invitation! God’s love is stronger than Satan! HE reigns supreme! He can help you to overcome, the lies the devil brings! By Jim Pemberton

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beach, beautiful, butterfly, care, dark, depression, desire, fantasy, fear, first love, for her, forgiveness, girl, girlfriend, happiness, happy, hate, how i feel, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, joy, judgement, kiss, lonely, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, mystery, night, people, romance, romantic, rose,

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love..A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.

Poem Details | by jonny sance |
Categories: first love, judgement, life, love, lust, rap, thanks,

diet coke

love is a drug
its a down and a high is lust
love is to chill out
lust has styles
if love is to savour
lust is to pizazz the flavor
ya'll fronting like you know better

wRAP the flow like so : its a down and a highand a high is lust

Poem Details | by Thomas Gieseler |
Categories: betrayal, deep, feelings, judgement, love, pain,

Loves Betrayal

All the demons had to now was patiently wait, knowing time was the best form of attackKnowing the Phoenix was to powerful to to fight, knowing his will to succeed could never be matchedSo they did what he himself had once done, fought fire with fire and burned his family and friendsThe Phoenix coming upon the flames, watched it burn, the fire consuming his soul, swore vengeance, now deadly and very determinedKnowing their mistake, the demons returned to hell, warning the masses that the spawn their hell created, the Phoenix, was on his way backAnd with hate in his heart and Love by his side the survival of hell wouldn't stand a chanceFor their master, afraid of defeat escaped the day the Phoenix gave flight, escaped armed with manipulation and liesLaughter quickly fills the tainted souls, for as the Phoenix approached, their master, the purest evil, Love, their standing at his sideFor Love had created the Phoenix, and now Love, whispered, welcome to hell, your birth place, your home..This whole time I, Love have made you believe we could survive hell together......Love you where always alone.

Poem Details | by Mariam M. |
Categories: islamic, judgement, life, religion, spoken word, sweet, thank you,

Why I Love God's Prophet Muhammad

Love and Follow Muhammad
(SallAllahu 'alaihi wa sallam)

If you ask me, why do I love him, the
Prophet Muhammad (May Peace be upon him) -
I love him because he cared about us
Muslims, and loving him is a condition –

If you love Allah, then love the Prophet
Muhammad – Allah loved him very much.
He was Allah's Final Messenger, and
The hearts of many did his mercy touch.

His beautiful character makes me admire
Him – his trustworthiness and honesty –
Even before he became God's Prophet,
Disbelievers knew that he was trustworthy.

I love the Prophet Muhammad because
Of good manners he was the best example.
I love how he was patient throughout his life
And how his morals were never skeptical.

He cared about his nation too, thus he taught
Us what we should know about our religion.
When given the chance he'd always educate,
Blessing us with advice through his companions.

As a father and grandfather, the Prophet
Muhammad was kind and tender loving.
His mercy to the poor, widows and orphans –
His good treatment of them is too astounding.

His tolerance, even to non-Muslim
Neighbors, is also something to be admired.
His mercy too was further manifest
Through his kind treatment of the slaves he hired.

As a leader – he was charismatic,
As a warrior – marked with strength and bravery,
As a family man – full of mercy,
And a husband who treated his wives fairly –

===> Part Two

Note: As a Muslim I believe in all of God's Prophets from Adam to Noah, Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Ishmael, David, Solomon, Moses, Jesus and the final Messenger Muhammad may God's Peace and Blessings be on them all, they were all sent with the same message: to invite/call on others to believe in the One and Only God (Allah: The God -in Arabic) the God of everything and everyone :)

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: break up, forgiveness, how i feel, judgement, lost love, poetry,

Sacrament Instincts of Innocence Contest

(from The John Poems)

I absolve myself of loving you
and plead innocent
on grounds of loneliness.

My penance will be 
the poetry
I misguidedly wasted on you.

For I’ll never destroy it
though the idea tempts, and reading it,
I feel a fool;

A monument to me
and my stupidity.
My monument to you.