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

A Stalker's Love Poem

They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day I’d pray!
What do they know of true love anyway?

A few times we went out, and we nearly kissed.
But things took a wrong turnWhat had I missed?
I’m sure her friends said to keep me at bay.
What do they know of true love anyway?

They called me possessive; then even she
got an order from court to restrain me
for treasuring her!! Here’s all I can say:
What do they know of true love anyway?

They got me for murder; I love that girl still.
I could not have her, so no one else will.
I sit writing love poems, rotting away
What do they know of true love anyway?

11/12/17 for the Stalker Contest of Silent One


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: happiness, heart, joy, love, me, , cute,

The Six - My Heart Sings Out

To hear the surf or trill of spring’s new birds;
A cat’s soft purr or strong and stirring words;
Endearments whispered; songs so cute I grin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To see the sun fall, gorgeous on the sea;
An unexpected rainbow over me;
A moving scene; glad faces of my kin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To smell a rose; sweet lavender in bloom;
Popcorn at the movies; favorite perfume;
Aroma of Mom’s cooking once again,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To taste delicious food when out to dine;
Ice cream on my tongue; a lover’s mouth on mine;
Cold drinks; desserts as chocolaty as sin,
My heart sings out as joys wells up within.

To feel a gentle rain; snowflakes on my nose;
Ocean's breeze; the tides; the sand between my toes;
Sun’s warmth; the heat of passion on my skin,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.

To feel INSIDE me such a happy glow
It radiates to everyone I know;
The love that lets me know life is win-win,
My heart sings out as joy wells up within.


For Line Gauthier's "My Secret to Happiness" Poetry Contest
*This is what happiness truly means to me and what makes life worth living!


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: friendship, love, passionme, me,

Poet Destroyer

Poet Destroyer...
When I first noticed your name, I wondered could you compete with me?
I wanted your heart in a frame and demolish all your poetry!
Poet Destroyer...
With a name like that you had to be good or not post.
But like a trained acrobat in a secret brotherhood you were better than most!
Poet Destroyer...
I never knew you were a female, it was kind of a shock.
I was about to raise some hell, and introduce you to a Poetic Warlock!
Poet Destroyer...
You would comment on everything I write and it made me smile.
I would think about you into the night, and that wasn't my style.
Poet Destroyer...
You finally told me your name, and shared your age.
This throne I'd let you reclaim, if you would share the stage!
Poet Destroyer...
Naturally I could not directly comment on your poetry.
I ask that of my dearest friend Audrey.
Poet Destroyer...
I hope you agree, a great friendship can be found between you and me;
And quite possibly we can collaborate on some steamy poetry!
Poet Destroyer...
So tell me sweetie, are you down for a night on the town with me?
Into the night, high in the neon light will read: Jimmy and Sidney!!!


*Wrote for a cool, crazy, fun amazing poet...


Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: lost love,

Sweet Silver Blue

Heart-warming wine
Jot down a line
Mood changes hue
To sweet silver blue

How high the cost
How much is lost
Back payment due
To sweet silver blue

Head shake and sigh
None left to deny
Insight in view
To sweet silver blue

Somehow I gain
Beauty from pain
As thoughts turn to you
To sweet silver blue








Poem Details | by Cynthia Buhain-Baello |
Categories: faith, true love, truth,

Obedience Means True Faith

The grace of God is free, it's true
But cost our LORD'S great sacrifice,
A ransom paid for me and you
For no human good could suffice.

The grace of God is free, it's true
But we need true repentant hearts,
Clean vessels for grace to flow through
And contain the Love He imparts.

The grace of God is free, it's true
But true faith shows in obedience,
Our love's proven by what we do
If we really have God's Presence.

The grace of God is free, it's true,
It can't be a license to sin,
The Word guides us this whole life through
Those who obey enter heaven.


Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.02.16


"Those who obey His commands live in Him
 and He in them."  (1 John 3:24)

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A kyrielle is made of quatrains that rhymeEach stanza (that is a quatrain) 
has a line that repeats, so a line from a previous stanzaThat line usually (but does not necessarily have to) be the last line in the stanza.

Each line in the poem has eight syllablesThere is no limit to the number of stanzasUsually there are three or more stanzas Any type of rhyme scheme can be used.


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

Oh, Will You Be My Valentine

My heart skips beats when you appear.
I'm feeling flushed, and that's the sign
it's time to ask you while you're here,
Oh will you be my Valentine?

You quickly give a boyish grin
and study me with eyes that shine.
A tipsy turvy world I'm in!
Oh, will you be my Valentine?

I want my fingers in your hair,
my mouth upon those lips divine.
I long to touch that face so fair.
Oh, will you be my Valentine?

I sing my love with this small rhyme.
What must I do to make you mine?
And so I ask you one more time,
Oh, will you be my Valentine?

For Nayda Ivette Negron's Love is in the Air Poetry Contest




Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost lovelife, autumn, life, love, sun, , sweet love,

BEYOND LOVE

The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or Winter cold,
no more love will this life hold;
The Autumn fall,and Springtime green,
no more again,will love be seen;
The wheat will shoot,the grass will grow,
no more again sweet love to know;
The grape will ripen on the vine
no more,no more will love be mine.



inspired after reading an essay by Nicholas Ferrar(1592-1637) the English ascetic of the Little 
Gidding community(was also TS Eliot's inspiration foth the last of his Four Quartets).


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: adventure, devotion, friendship, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, love, passion, peace,

Dr Rams Words Are Better Than Gold

 
Exquisite the ravel of his comforting quilt
a pondering notion of wisdom is felt 
I take a sip of his lovely red wine,  
DrRams words are better than gold..........simply divine
 
Susurrus hymns of love at times
or perhaps lissome words in flowing lines 
silently I sit as his words come to life,
DrRams words are better than gold...........simply divine

O' the words that linger, perhaps burn inside
his heritage, his love, his grand design
I fall in dream into his domain of time,
DrRams words are better than gold..........simply divine

A song of one soul
a dance for all, profound 
a story unraveling with pages alive
DrRams words are better than gold.........simply divine


Poem Details | by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, poetry, writing,

A Kyrielle - The Kyrielle Style

~ A   Kyrielle~
( Kyrielle)


It is composed in quatrains line
That's not hard at all when done fine
This French style you can do right
Kyrielle is easy to write

Eight syllables per line in all
In each one you observe this call
There's rhyming all through to delight
Kyrielle is easy to write

Repeat the B in last line verse
You'll make a nice piece to diverse
And style to enjoy day or nite
Kyrielle is easy to write.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



January.02.2017


~ Author's  Notes:

The  "Kyrielle"  is   a poetry  form  or  style.


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: history, holiday, inspirational, love, peace, people, seasons, thank you, uplifting, time, home, holiday, home, time,

ANTICPATING THE THRILL OF THE HOLIDAYS

Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;  
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms..
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!  


So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; 
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!


Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!





Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: love,

I Have to Believe That One Day

I have to believe that one day, I’ll be with you, happy and free. So trust in me, Dear, when I say together, at long last, we’ll be. Through each lonely night until dawn In dreams you come to me sweetly. I wake, thinking as day goes on together at long last we‘ll be. Even though now I can’t have you, Forever I know you’ll love me. That is the one thing I cling to. Together, at long last, we’ll be. I have to believe that one day together, at long last, we’ll be. Written June 2016 for Teppo Gren's Evergreens (Golden Oldies) # 3 Poetry Contest and inspired by Andy Williams' "A Time for Us" (This is actually a Kyrielle Sonnet, but that form is not listed here at Soup)


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, lovewords, body, love, poetry,

Poetry Soup Girl

PoetrySoup girl...It is now time; I hope writing this poem was worthwhile,
     And with this rhyme I made your heart smile.
PoetrySoup girl...I wonder if you know, that this poem is about you?
     I'll be your Romeo and give you a little love that's totally new.
PoetrySoup girl...I sat back and read all the comments you've made.
     Your words continue to ring in my head, and that makes me a little afraid.
PoetrySoup girl...I'm use to being in control of all my emotions.
     You put light into my soul which glows and flows deep as the ocean.
PoetrySoup girl...I read your poetry and see the beauty in the things you write.
     Your words just sing to me, and I'm wishing you were here tonight!
PoetrySoup girl...I will do my best and show you passion you've never seen before.
     I'll put your body and mind to the test when I open your hearts door.
PoetrySoup girl...Through my poetry I can do so much.
     I can give you ecstasy and have you tremble at my touch!
PoetrySoup girl...I wish you could see the desire in my dark brown eyes.
     I aim to inspire as I take your body to paradise.
PoetrySoup girl...Passion has no fear, and I admit I'm a freak!
     I'll continue to persevere until I have you sweating my technique!
PoetrySoup girl...I say there's nothing wrong, exploring all the taboo.
     This love could be strong, but it's totally up to you........


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

Alone is She Beside the Sea

With waves of gold locks falling down
around her shoulders prettily,
a woman sits in a silk gown.
Alone is she beside the sea.

Deep longing in her starts to stir.
She sits, arms round bent knees as she
recalls his arms enwrapping her.
Alone is she beside the sea.

Out to the horizon, gazing,
she thinks of every memory
of him with her - so amazing!
Alone is she beside the sea.

As sure as she is that the tide
will rise, then fall, she knows that he
will never more be at her side.
Alone is she beside the sea.






Poem Details | by Tamara Dunston |
Categories: freedom, inspirational, life, love,

Full Figured Woman

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
Embracing my shape
as each curve tells her own story

My head you no longer enter
my heart you can not break
now you mad I no longer give,
SO...."ha ha" now you can no longer take

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
my arms and my mind wrap around new found joy,
yes this I receive from a real man, not a little boy.

And you thought I could never love again, "ha ha ha" 
you silly, silly child

Your words no longer hold my attention
I fully understand how I can grow freely
not needing you, not one more minute
"Humph" you couldn't deliver anyway

I am a full figured woman
inside and out
no longer stuck in your ruts of disrespect.
 I see me more clearly
blessed for a higher potential

Go on now, move out the way
You blockin my light.
Yea I see you squintin your eyes, unable to stand my shine
in your eyes sight

Who did you think you were anyway?
I shook you off my pole, throw that fish back
after all this time you takin and I'm givin 
I'm the one whose skinny and your the one whose fat?
"Naw brah" I ain't havin that

Thick,  I am meant to be
curves full for all to see
I am a full figured woman
I am free to be me

SO...from my head to my toes
from my heart, down deep to my soul
proudly I sass, curves and all, by mirrors glass.
reflections and satisfactions
of a full figured me!





Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: abuse, depression, feelings, relationship, sad love, sorrow, success,

WALKING AWAY HEALED ME



WALKING AWAY HEALED ME I wanted truth, you told me lies, you love me but you agonize. Now, I am glad you acting mild for I and her have reconciled. I walked away with troubled breast but within, echoes, I am blessed. The fallen tears dried soon, I smiled for I and her have reconciled. Your shouts, your doubts: they made me strong! You are unaware, I reviled but this I don't like as swan song for I and her have reconciled. Gone are the days, you crushed my dreams, I striveI thriveI became wild but I am here, crowned with soft beams for I and her have reconciled. With a face healed from pains and fears, a warrior but still a child, I cry quiet, my loudest tear for I and her have reconciled. __________________________________________________________ ***Kyrielle - rhyming couplets or quatrains with a refrain repeated in the last line 7:08 pm, December 14, 2015


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

Stay Focus On The Lord - The Kyrielle Style

~Stay Focus On The Lord~ 
(Kyrielle) 


Stay focus till you reach your goal 
Take it slow and watch for your soul 
Don't rush and you will be just fine 
And know that with Gods help you'll shine

As you do this you'll start to climb 
Make beautiful music and rhyme 
Rest assured that things will align 
And know that with Gods help you'll shine

Stay focus with your heart and mind 
Do your part remember Gods kind 
And he has your heart in a shrine 
And know that with Gods help you'll shine



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010


December.22.2016


So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)

-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)

- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )

-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
 Exodus  14: 13  ( NIV )


~Author's  Notes:

The  " Kyrielle " is  a  French  poetry  form or style.

 


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: inspirational, lovechristmas, time, home, water, christmas, holiday, home, love, time, water,

Welcome to my Home

Special welcome friend, come right in to my place of quiet serene
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Of Master’s love and your’s my friend  of wisdom’s grace may I glean,
 As we dismiss St Nicholas myth this Christmas season’s cheer.

Three water pots filled of water be ready, heart, soul and mind.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Welcome is thy mouth,  of abundant life spout, pour in new wine.
We shall drink and be merry, wine of Sharon, on midnight clear.

Bright eyed of Christ mass, humbled children, these special gifts I would, 
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
I would this season of bliss would kiss, as the brotherhood should.
Often blossoms love and kindness in this blessed season cheer.

My humble dwelling my log cabin near lively stream of life,
welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year.
Where the Lamb and Lion lie together having not any strife.
By  the virgin void my home serene came on a midnight clear!

Come fish with me in narrow strait beneath arch of heaven’s gate!
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
my friends of late let us cleans the slate by dip in narrow strait.
A dip in peaceful river serene clears all the concept’s fear.

Corner stone, concepts rejection the same is heart protected.
Welcome to my Holiday home at this special time of year,
`Tis faith, love material erected, though minds rejected
Welcome! My eternal Christmas home, of paranormal cheer!

For contest: Holiday Home
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.C.


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

You Can Make It - The Kyrielle Style

~You Can Make It~ (Kyrielle) Nothings impossible in His Light We have to climb mountains each day Sometimes we may lose Him from sight But with Him you can make it through We have to cross hills, barren land Try keep eyes on Him more is true Things can shift quicker than sea sand But with Him you can make it through Jesus can live in heart within There's another life after this one He came, died for all of our sin But with Him you can make it through Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2013
July.28.2017 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV) -“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16 (NIV) - Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer Romans 12: 12 ( NIV ) -The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.” Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV ) “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” - Mark Twain- ~Author's notes: The "Kyrielle " is a French poetry form or style.


Poem Details | by john freeman |
Categories: forgivenessgod, nature, god, love, nature,

Forgiveness Virtue

Lest my human part be of mind deceived
   To err is human, to forgive divine
Of many stresses of mind, soul relieved
   Of my heart my soul and mind be refined!

I be not deceived my God be not mocked
   To err is human, to forgive divine
I will do the talk as I do the walk
   First Adam fell from divine into time!

Judgment schedule is to run it’s full course  
   To err is human, to forgive divine
In time I must learn that love is my source
   To learn that divine love is my life line!

Forgiveness virtue relieves judged voice 
   To err is human, to forgive divine
To forgive is divine it is my choice
   Toward love’s nature I lean in recline

He that loves not knows not, my God is Love
   To err is human, to forgive divine
We must be partakers of the above
   As we live divine is the one lifeline!

The lust of the flesh is the pride of life
   To err is human, to forgive divine
Lust of the eyes reveals not life, but strife
   The source love is nature of heaven’s wine!

Let us forgive of love’s nature and live
   To err is human, to forgive divine
Judgment died on the cross, that love could give
   Love hath relieved mind’s self of the death whine!  

For Contest: Forgiveness
In Honor of: Audrey Carey


Poem Details | by Hitendra Mehta |
Categories: holidaygod, sweet, time, god, love, stars, sweet, time,

HE is ever welcome, not just at special time of year

Brief Prelude 
Diwali is a vivacious festival of Lights celebrated in IndiaIt's big revelry time (akin to Christmas)The key symbolic aspect of festivity is lighting of oil lamps all around and indulging in fireworksNight time, it's like stars descending on earth.....Thanks
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Diwali, festival of Light, heralding victory of God over demon, festivity of days five 
Home ornamented with clay oil lamps, rangoli, toranas, revelry mood sky high       
Day one, Gold and utensil as a auspicious omen we did procure
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Day two, bath before dawn, new attire, puja marking victory of light over darkness
Day three, Diwali day, puja appeasing Lakshmiji – wealth and prosperity Goddess  
Day four, first day of New year, visiting, gifting and wishing good luck and cheer  
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Last day, "Bhai-duj" celebrated, symbolic of love between brother and sister 
Guests, akin to Lotus (only plant to simultaneously fruit and flower) 
Bond the spread out family petals, offering fruits of togetherness to savour 
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Family get together, time to feast on sweet delicacies barfi, pedas, ladoo 
New attire, exchange sweets and gifts, foster closeness with start of year new
Children bursting crackers, fireworks all around resembling stars so near
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Most enjoy, few resent, visiting kith and kin impinge on their private spaces
Children often hide their favourite toys, adults manipulate their choices
Innocently same kids bond instantly, lesson to adults in guest fever 
Welcome to my “Holiday Home” at this special time of year

Sad is moment when petals scatter, guests bid adieu, 
Lotus crushed, loneliness odour replacing fragrance for days few
Guests are God in disguise, HE is ever welcome, why just at special time of year ?
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year
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Note : In Indian tradition, "Atitithi Devo Bhava", sanskrit phrase meaning - Guests are form of God

Rangoli : Drawing of multi-colour decorative forms, omens, in front of threshold

Toranas : String of fresh marigold-cum-mango leaves hung at entrance

Barfi, Pedas, Ladoo : Sweet delicacies 

Bhai Duj : Brothers & sisters meet to express love and affection for each other

(For contest - "Holiday Home" by Linda Marie - The Sweetheart of P.S.)



Poem Details | by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, death, faith, family, father, funeral, loss, lost love, mother, religion, sad, sympathyme, life, me,

Raven's End

I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

My tortured soul robs me of breath,
All I seek is the release of death;
Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

I’m considering briefly the life I must end,
Nothing is left but the chance to transcend;
And this decaying body that I pass through,
God Grant me mercy for what I must do;

Raven they named me, but now they are gone,
I’m all alone since they both passed on;
Soon I will see them, it’s long overdue,
God grant me mercy for what I must do;

I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go,
Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow;
Hopefully now I’ll get to see you,
So God grant me mercy for what I must do.


Tirzah Conway
~For the contest "Among the Dead"~


Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: childhood, children, christmas, daughter, family, children, grandchild, happiness, love, my children, nostalgia, religion, son,

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare was the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings

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We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockingsWishing everyone a Merry Christmas










Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, peace, places, night, night,

Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
Closing my eyes there is no peep,
This soft bed is just so mellow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Forgetting the stress of the day
I am in bed without delay.
Soul at ease— the mind must follow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

Satin sheets over my shoulder,
Keep me warm—not getting colder.
Fantasy dreams I now billow,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.

At night I lay my soul to sleep,
My head rests on this fresh pillow.


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: angst, life, teen, upliftinggod, song, god, love, song, teenage,

Teenage Pregnancy

With broken heart and all alone, she cried.
“I love you.” were his words, but he lied.
A sweet young girl now lost in deep despairs.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

She always was her daddy's little girl.
His precious child to womanhood was hurled.
A father's love surpasses anger's flares.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

She went to church to learn the right and wrong.
A choir angel singing heaven's song –
Brothers, sisters solemnly sit and stare.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

Her rounded body feels the life within.
Motherhood lives near to her chagrin.
Her mother held her close; the tears were theirs.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

“Sure, she's nice,” he said, but we are so young.
Fatherhood was not for him; his song was sung.
“She should have been more careful,” he declares.
No!  Teenage pregnancy; God knows and cares.

© May 22, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/teenagepregnancy.html:  Often, teenagers don't receive 
timely prenatal care, and they have a higher risk for pregnancy-related high blood pressure and its 
complications.


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, life, love, romance

Soon Baby 'A Soldiers Poem'

Soon baby...This war will be no more,
   And I'm anticipating the day I walk through that door!

Soon baby...We will finally be united,
   And I can't help but be so damn excited!

Soon baby...These arms of mine will hold you into the night,
   And quench your every physical appetite.

Soon baby...No more restless nights alone;
   No more letter writing and talking on the telephone.

Soon baby...All our plans will be fulfilled;
   And then we can begin the family we've been meaning to build.

Soon baby...A life together indefinitely,
   Yes baby forever, you and me!!


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

You Can Make It

~You Can Make It~
(Kyrielle)


Nothing impossible in His Light
We have to climb mountains each day
Sometimes we may lose Him from sight
But with Him you can make it through

We have to cross hills, barren land
Try keep eyes on Him more is true
Things can shift quicker than plain sand
But with Him you can make it through

Jesus can live in heart within
There's another life after this one
He came, died for all of our sins
But with Him you can make it through.



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2013


January.25.2016


Poem Details | by Lelay Ma |
Categories: depression, heartbroken, loneliness, love hurts, pain, relationship, woman,

Helpless

In a place so dark, so deep.
Where only the minds of the irrational sleep 
There is only one certainty,
That love wasn’t meant for me.

Tears of helplessness fall in the night.
Like daggers in the eye, to rid you of sight.
Loving a man who doesn’t see,
His fire is slowly burning me.

Eyes that show a woman defeated,
Smiles that mask a heart mistreated.
So many loved ones unaware of what they see,
That hell on earth is the fate for me.

Escape is a choice I can not make.
Defence is a battle I can not wake.
Tied to this torture I must be,
As walking alone wasn’t meant for me.


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: imagination, lifegod, forgiveness, god, life, love, me,

24 Hours To Live

24 hours to live…I need to hurry and come up with a plan
	It’s only right to “worry” because I haven’t been half the man
23 hours to live…An hour gone by, I wanna break down and cry;
	Because I know with twenty-three hours to go, and I will die!
22 hours to live…I sat down to make amends with my Mother
	While I was there, although he didn’t care, I asked forgiveness from my brother.
	I forgave my Mother and she forgave me;
18 hours to live…I called my uncle and aunts to tell them I hate what we have gone through.
16 hours to live…I visited my sister and we reminisced about growing up together
	The fights, the fun; the tears and laughter will be cherished forever!
18 hours to live…I visited my Momma’s grave, and told her I’d be seeing her soon.
	I then placed a white rose I chose, on her headstone and cried that afternoon
13 hours to live…I called up each one of my baby girls and asked them to come see me
	I told them they were my world and asked them to accept my apology
	I spent five hours with my daughters ‘because I had so much to say
	I told them about life and the birds and the bees; about the importance of an 
            Education, sacrifice and family.
	I kissed and held Jasmine, Brianna and Lillian, then told them they had to go;
	I reminded them to always pray, ‘cause there will come a day, when I’ll see
	Them again, beyond the rainbow!
8 hours to live…My Peanut Butter came over and we made passionate love like never Before 

                I told her she was my best friend and her love I’ll always adore.
	We held one another, kissed, touched, laughed as the hours ticked by.
	I got out of bed, kissed her forehead and for once I was the one to cry!
	She then left the house knowing I needed to be alone
	I couldn’t help but notice the time and my racing heart beneath my breastbone!
3 hours to live…Alone in my room, I fell to my knees
	I prayed to my God to heal me my spiritual disease
	I asked for forgiveness for all the sins I’ve ever done
	I even asked God if he would make it his business to accept me as his son
	I prayed, I talked to Him well into the final hour
0 hours to live…No more pain I felt my life force drain
	And then awoke in Heaven surrounded by white flowers!!!

Note:  Entry for Waylayee Whitlock's "If I had One Last Day To Live" Contest
		 


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, love,

What do you Expect

I want to be the man among men,
And I made our love the subject!
Heaven morphed into my pen
But…What do you expect?

I want to be all that you desire,
If I’m gasoline to your fire,
Does that mean that we are perfect?
But…What do you expect?

I will always please you a 110%
I believe you were heaven sent
And our souls are destined to connect!
But…What do you expect?

I will always treat you like a Queen
I’m addicted to you like caffeine
And your heart I’ll never neglect!!
But…What do you expect?


Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: funny, happiness, health, inspirational, life, love, social, uplifting, birthday, birthday, day,

Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown


© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved


Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming 
couplet)It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each 
stanza Each line within the sonnet has eight syllablesThe French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending coupletThis reinforces the refrain 
within the poemThe rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.