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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: addiction, beauty, cute love, devotion, inspiration, poets, write,

PLAGIARIZING

"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word, 
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monolog look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio, 
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light 
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, 
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof

My dearest Poet, 
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, 
Indulged when you speak and point out a verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes 
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun

pd


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, earth, light, love, romance, romantic,

A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forestsA ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realizedMirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laughOh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heartParrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life withNo one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence fullIf not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
bringsHow the flower
draws these words from
meIronic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yoursSo you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to writeNow - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humilityFinally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginableMade to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a fewThey are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumableHow lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pagesThe people I could never
find anywhere else then hereI am in love with their words in love with them.


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April 27 2015
The Gardener




Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: poetry, poets, words,

For the Love of Poetry


For love of poetry, spellbound am I
by force, that takes me to the land of words.
Beyond control, this power has its way
that leads me to uncover heart and soul.

This overwhelming power captures me;
like an addiction, I consume fine words
for them to shape the thoughts within my mind;
create great imagery that can be read.

And only fellow poets know this pain
of finding special words to paint a theme.
This search for us becomes a magic hunt
of hide and seek to capture them like prey.

Consuming is this poet’s gift of pen;
the task can be a tiresome marathon
of hours or days, and yet, if lucky can
flow out in minutes on the first clean page.

This love of writing poetry runs deep;
an inner urge that cannot be dispelled;
as captor, captive both, the poet’s goal…
to find some balance in completed works.


Sandra MHaight

~10 Place~
Premiere Contest: Mania
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 11/07/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: What Inspires You To Write Poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Judged: 09/05/2017

~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Blank Verse
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
Judged: 05/20/2017

~1st Place~
Contest: For the Love of Poetry
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 04/10/2016

~2nd Place~
Contest: New Or Old 3
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 08/01/2016

Blank Verse: Poetry, distinguished by having a regular meter, but no rhymeThe meter most commonly used with blank verse is iambic pentameter.





Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Kacie Ray |
Categories: poets,

Don't Fall In Love With A Poet

We are the generation
of discontinued imagination.
With our twisting words
you’ll drink in
desperately.
Our beautiful stories
spun from the nothingness.
Shadows of hope
glimmering in the distance.
Farfetched aspirations
that will never be reached.

We are the hopeless romantics
you all wish you could be.
We are amazing with words
yet terrible with people
We know what to say
and when
without missing a beat.
We are dreamers
and wishful thinkers
and procrastinators beyond belief.

We have hope
for things you
cannot fathom achieving.
We are desperate
for approval
yet hard to convince.
Destined for greatness
that will probably be missed
We are the socially anxious,
hopeful,
and descriptive
pessimists.
We are the ones
you wish you could be.

We are heartbreakers
because we are lost.
We are lonely
but happy.
So trust me when I say:
don’t fall in love
with a poet,
unless you are ready
to become one.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angel, beauty, love, poets,

The Ugly Beauty Queen

Your ass is slightly enlarged
Your hips are somewhat wide
You have wrinkles all over your thighs
You eyes they droop 
Crows feet shoot me dead
With your dreary eye stare
The world sees ugly, over due and despair

Your chest is a scar
Red and ripe, disfigured and bare
Your time is up
Old maiden of the past
Your saggy story makes you a sad lass

However not all is as it seems
Those passerby’s who seek no depth
They know not the secrets of innocent youth
They drink not from the water of the wise well

I see you, so clear I cry
Your smile, your laughter and you wonder why?
I have fallen for you, faults and all
For me it’s your beauty that stands so tall
You are a painting on a museum wall
Desired, your smile for sure does enthrall
Your voice sings to the heavens above
Your touch upon my heart melts my cold dark wounds
The lines I see upon your face
Each a sign of wisdom and grace

May I kiss that scar upon your chest?
May I confess you that scare is the door to your desires
A place I dreamed to live from the start
Let me dance, let me sing
You are my beauty, so let me in

Love letters flow, like grapes to wine
Silently we sway to and fro, passing time
In my veins you flow, you can not run away
Needless dances of insecure thoughts
If only, if only I could have this last Serenade


Poem Details | by Monique McDowell |
Categories: fantasy, imagination, love, passion, upliftingwords, love, poetry, poets,

When Poets Make Love

My dear poet- 
I am forever grateful to you
For allowing my body
To be your page 

Letting your words 
Ascend on my temple
And descend 
On my feet

How long will I thank God 
For giving me you
As our passionate and artistic sessions
Gracefully formed poetry in motion

Lord knows 
My body yearned 
And needed the eloquence 
Your poetry provided 

Our poetry combined 
Gave birth to volcanic verses 
And flood-like rushes 
Of the most liberated conversation

My poet laureate
Thank you for allowing 
Your art to transcend 
Into poetic actions

Your ability to allow 
Your love to flow 
Like a pen on paper
Amazes me

When poets make love 
Sacred books 
Unlock their meanings 
And the majestic powers of words 
Fill the universe 
With marvelous expressions 

Our collaborated efforts 
Awakened the most powerful of poets 
Who long ago fell asleep
Happily summoned with the stars 
To congratulate our poetic bliss 

When we made love 
Our poetry was forever 
Imprinted in the hearts 
of all poets 
past, present, and yet to come


-Written and dedicated to a very dear poet (R.C.) 

© Monique McDowell 2008  All rights Reserved


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: death, life, poets, sad, sad love, visionary,

the PoEt and THEE GREATEST POEM NEVER SPOKE

WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion 
what realities he should have, could have sought 
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever 


WAIT!

cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes

the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl 
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,

WAIT!

these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung 
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped

WAIT!

I must write and express and show this amazing grace
 
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw 
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare 
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name 
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else

wait...the poet whimpered
wait..

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,
WAIT.


Poem Details | by Seren Roberts |
Categories: love,

OLD GARDEN SWING - Poets Lyric Man and Seren

OLD GARDEN SWING 


Oh, recollection is 
such a powerful thing 
I think of us together 
on this old garden swing 

Our love was birthed 
when we first danced 
You were my music 
we were so entranced 

That first touch 
and we couldn't let go 
It wasn't intentional 
but we put on a show 

Music slowed down 
and you held me tight 
When you leaned in to kiss me 
I didn't fight 

Saw it in your blue eyes 
mine were thinking it too 
A private dance would be nice 
Yeah, just me and you 

The summer was hot 
the temperature high 
Inhibitions gave way 
we danced in the sky 

Then autumn came 
and things got cold 
We tried so hard 
but our love couldn't hold 

You packed your bags 
but left me memories 
The good and the bad 
those sweet miseries 

Now Spring has arrived 
got this letter from you 
I'm on my old garden swing 
..wondering what I'll do 

Date: 8-20-14 
Poets: Seren & Lyric Man


Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: poetry,

Poets Who Write Love Poems

Love poems are not written by poets in love;
They are written by poets infatuated with the concept of love.

Poets write of their dreams;
Poets write with their imaginations;
Poets write of hope and fantasy.

Only poets who dream of love, write love poems;
Only poets who imagine ecstasy and passion, compose love sonnets;
Only poets who hope to love and fantasize about love’s allure, pen lyrics of love.

Poets who are in love write poems of butterflies, bubbling streams and blooming blossoms;
For, when you are in love, butterflies fluttering by fulfill your dreams;
Bubbling brooks of cool, effervescent water engage your imagination;
Fields of flowers in bloom with rainbow hues and fragrant bouquets are what you hope for and fantasize about.

Poets in love, live love and write about other wonders;
Poets dreaming of love; imagining love’s splendor; hoping and fantasizing about being paid a visit by Cupid’s arrow,
And, only those poets,
Write love poems.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, feelings, love, poets, relationship, romance, sweet,

OUR LOVE IS RIGHT

OUR LOVE IS RIGHT Now that I've found you, I'll not let you go Life was going nowhere, with you it just flows Times we spend heals my empty-bleeding heart I'll never allow a day, for you to ever depart Darling, your love place me on my fire Hearing you speak, I don't get tired Since I've known you, I get wired Tell me when can I hold you tight Tell me when can I hug your might Tell me when can I kiss your light? Tell me, darling, our love is right... Feelings of missing you doesn't color blue Instead it brushed hues of paradise view It pleasures me, I hymn our united theme I, a songbird, lured ears to stop and hear Each time you close those bright eyes I am struck to behold with guise You must know I don't disguise Tell me when can I hold you tight Tell me when can I hug your might Tell me when can I kiss your light? Tell me, darling, our love is right... Gazing at you, I see a vista of life winsome smile melting all my strife Hearing you, my heart leaps so tall Like Autumn leaves, am ready to fall Barriers broken as hearts and lips talk To ocean of motions we take each walk True love flowered, said by our own folks Tell me when can I hold you tight Tell me when can I hug your might Tell me when can I kiss your light? Tell me, darling, our love is right.. _____________________________________________________________________ 5:31pm, December 25, 2015


Poem Details | by Thvia Shetley |
Categories: devotion, love, romance, love, poets,

The poets' song

The silent dark encroaches
with another hollow night.
Old poets whisper sonnets
of love and sacrifice.

Her lips move to each arduous verse;
the emptiness advances.
Crescendos find their soaring crests.
A taunting shadow dances.

The moment lingers at a peak
then brings a slow descent.
And as the final stanza bows
her yearning heart relents.

Her memory finds his gentle face.
His voice resounds a vow.
And a quiet faith moves through her
expelling any doubt.

Soon her love will cross the sea;
his promises to keep.
Until that time, the poets sing
and soothe her soul to sleep.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beauty, poetry, poets,

A Love Poem

If my love we must part
   Let us part under shroud of night
Who I ask is afraid of the dark?
  Tiss I who fears the darkness when you depart
Times passing shall never lessen the pain within
  I suffer so, longing for your poetry
Until
  Until one day I dream of you
We are bound together, by words and prose
  Desires bring back memories long faded
Final notice, seems so harsh
  Your note of departure, a rupture 
A love poem to say a whispered goodbye
  I shall cherish the laughter and the pain
Declarations of unity made in passions heat
  Alone in your satin sheets, do I weep
Delicate verses of our devotions
  I sing and rhyme them, lost in my own illusions
Moments like this, I loiter in my solitude
  Memories seeking comfort in your soft embrace
Eyes, oh how they burned into my soul
  Eyes that used to kiss my very heart
Poetry shall never lay claim to the depths
  Of our infernally burning passions
Forget me nots grow, in my forgotten garden
  Forgetting is killing me so
Sublime and grey are many a mundane day  
  I wither and fade, for its moments like this
So close to heaven, so close to a burning hell
  I have sailed the seas of desire, only to sink
My sunken footsteps lie below
  My broken heart

Notes:

I happened upon a poet here, T.Nicole Williams, and below is a list of the poems she
 has posted hereSomething just clicked and I said wow, even her poem titles are a
 poem!!! After reading a few of her poems, I quite enjoyed her style and expression, 
and thus, I wrote a poem based on all her poem titles! I quite enjoyed this, as the idea
 was so random and by chance, so I hope you all like this poem, as well as I hope
she is flattered to have inspired this little piece!!!

T.Nicole Williams  Poems

A Love Poem 
If We Must Part 
Whose Afraid of the Dark 
Time's Passing 
Until 
Bound Together 
Final Notice 
A Love Poem 
Declaration 
Delicate Verses 
Moments like This 
Eyes 
Poetry 
Forget me nots 
Sublime 
So Close 
Sunken Footsteps 


Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: god, heart, love, love hurts, pain, poets, truth,

Love is a Lie

Love is a Lie by Poets contrived,
Since Dawn of Speech, and birth of Cry
The Will to Live- to take or give-
Oh, please, God! Just tell me why!

Of all the things I do deplore:
It is my Pain I most adore
With Danger flirt while courting Hurt-
But I keep going back for more!

I am Old yet barely grown-
(The truest Truth I've ever known!)
I cannot help- shan't save myself-
For Hearts hath Minds of their own...

JustThatArchaicPoet

I entered this piece in the "Love and Loss" contest which was judged on 1-25-14I posted this poem to The Soup on Nov20th of 2013It's one of my favorite pieces so I was disappointed not to placeHope you enjoy, Nette :)


Poem Details | by Doris Beaulieu |
Categories: adventure, animal, children, cute love, kids, pets, poets,

Kids Love For Animals

       Kids Love For Animals ( Poem )

Children’s favorite shows are of animals
I have hours in a playlist that are laughable
Like a camera pecking rooster and fun monkeys
To a mom and a baby miniature donkeys

Videos of wild turkeys and charming geese
Ducks in water and chicks learning to speak
Dazzling ostrich and many free birds
Some you would not want to move towards

A large unique animal is the alligator
The total opposite of the caterpillar
Camels and alpacas are tall and exquisite
But they spit at you when you try to visit

There are also hornpout and catfish videos
and a painted box turtle that is really slow
Beautiful miniature horses and elegant ponies
Border collies herding sheep to earn their trophies

Little kids pig scramble is stunning to see
and a little fawn as precious as can be
Cow’s hair that needs braiding is fascinating
With the most assortment you’ve ever seen

Come to my view with me youtube channel
If the kids are being hard to handle
Just start it up and walk away
To get your housework done for the day

By : Doris Anne Beaulieu
At :  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLWSq_PMWxD9q2V0UVqzX50Y6Y2pDaKISv


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, blue, cry, dark, death, dream, farewell, fear, for her, friend, friendship, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, october, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, woman, write, writing,

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
..I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive..happy..romantic,
..till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, lost love, love, philosophy, poets,

Medieval Flutes

Medieval Flutes

Strings and lutes
Playing to my whims
She the student
I, the old one with musical overtures 

She knows, she knows
Myself captivated yet I cant let it show
She knows, she knows
We play roulette, I love, she gives romance a go

I kiss her lips
Telling her this is but a seasons fading desire
My love is true; her blue eyes pierce the soul of this fool
She will love another, sooner than sad harps can play

Melodies of melancholy
She will leave with succulent sweetness
While the professor will contemplate loves demise
Buried in romance, burdens of love attack this darkened day

When a season makes its last breathless gasp
Its very survival is at play, struggle to the last
Who of us wishes to die so young, so tender
When one more love has yet to be embraced and softly

Rendered


Poem Details | by Allie Lusha |
Categories: love, sensual,

A Poets Lonely World Of Love

Love spills over
pouring from a cobwebbed heart
nowhere to go from where it flows
but in sensual empty words
touching strangers souls
Verses of passion escape
fuelling a fire that never glows
but smoulders in jealous embers
Romance and desire gushing
from every pore,dispersing like seeds
that blow in the wind falling into 
desolate places, with no chance to grow
No sweet buds blossom 
from the branches of love scrawled 
A lyrical raindrop kisses your cheek
A sonnet is your hearts beat
Penned caresses are all you own
A love so deep, yet all alone 


Poem Details | by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories: faith, thank you, upliftinggod, me, world, family, prayer, thanks, thanksgiving, family, god, life, love, me, poets, thanks,

OUR MANY BLESSINGS

OUR MANY BLESSINGS
By the Poets Listed in the first comment
 
Life is full of wonderment and blessings well received.
The greatest gift, so well conceived, the freedom to believe.
Thanking God that in this glorious world He perceived.
There, stands today beauty and grandeur that awed we can achieve.
Our ancestors, many moons ago, the motherland did flee.
Enriching lives, harvest, and family in this land of milk and honey.
Gratitude after we gathered the fruits of our great labors.
Holding hands with love we pray with family, friends, and neighbors.
Thankfulness for waking to feel warm sun on our face, all hail.
The wind's breeze, melodies in green trees from sweet nightingales,
You cast off my chains; you set me free, through true eyes, now I see.
Each dawn I give thanks I am free!  Thank you, Lord from the real me.
Thank you for my mind and heart and trusting me from the start.
For the sun, the moon, the stars, and all your creatures who take part.
Also for things in me once damaged, now mending a new start.
To live this life, day to day, with the minimum of fuss-
We believe in many things, that the joys of life bring us.
From majestic mountains, to the tiniest of bugs,
Wondrous bountiful God, created these for poetry.
I am sending GOOD energy, to my friends, and hugs.
My thanks are carried on waves over the November seas
To friends from afar who grace my life with comfort and ease.
One unending relationship with God and His wonderful love...
Four sons, the gifts given to me from Heaven high above,
I am so thankful to be gifted with so many different things.
And being healthy under loving angel's caring wings
One great blessing: I begin to see the world was more than me.
Methodical Prodigal More logical, I found the great light love.
Within our thankful hearts today, a prayer is softly said,
Blessing all who join with us as we eat and share our bread.
Our lives are enriched by family and friends that we love.
With grateful hearts, we thank our generous Father above.
The wonders of your world, Lord, Earthbound and on the wing,
Our hearts are filled with happiness for every blessed thing.
So, thank you, Lord for everything that upon us you bestowed.
Especially for your love dear, Lord that bountifully has flowed.
                                                                               Amen

CONTRIBUTING POETS in alphabetical order: See the first comment We had great 
participation Thank you, my poet dear friends for your contributions to this Thanksgiving 
poem Lovingly, Dane Ann


Poem Details | by Vicki Acquah |
Categories: betrayal, day, devotion, friendship, funeral, love, me, poets, wisdom,

SCOFFING LOVE

2013
Vicki Acquah


                                 SCOFFING LOVE

 Which witty poem did you inspire in me, what sincere praise did you give my words when I thought enough of you send a poem your wayWhich line did you write with my spirit surrounding you? 

What song did you sing when you thought of my name? Why did you say you love me? What have I done to make you smile, how did you get in my head anyhow? What part of me did you arouse

Why do I say I love you.?  Were you sincere when you said amen to the wisdom that I shared, were you one of those who thought your mocking, was more valuable than complianceI have lived with the resentments of scoffers.
 I digest your response with a gulp

I thought so much better of youI do not have a real clue, as to why you would be the one to undermine and scoff at love with snide remarks of false pride; I was called to this throne you seek to banishing me from
This cannot be done, no man can put asunder what was set in motion by the higher laws of nature                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I speak of the ills in society, I speak of false realities What you didn't say holds fast inside 
           
I saw what you didn't do, and wonder whyIn-spite of your mockery I still have a love inside me, that adores the greatness in you!  Even if you choose to undermine; this only bothers me because of the effect it will have on you, only my friends who are genuine, will continue to ride on my cloud of joy

Receiving no threats, as human I be, human, with the attributes of goddessesTake what you like and leave the rest of me
That's why I so perfectly..tolerate you

Because of the worth I see in youAnd of course, what is left of you need not be disturbedOne day you will figure things out, one day you will know why I shared a part of your life

One day you will see what they value in me, it’s not because you scoff love deliberately that I speak, it’s not because you will give in, but because you are better than thisBecause the miracle of love and fate combined will one day comply with your finite mindI know who I am even though you don't ride on my rhythm, or step to my drumbeat 

I see you tweaking to my heartbeatYet more will be understood bye and bye 
To those who feel, and appreciate each others poetry:  
Eventually the meaning of things will be revealed

Who knows why scoffers scoff whenever love speaks outJust be patient and wait, sincerity and love never needs defendingAll you less callous people, who seek understanding as opposed to malice, just wait at the top of the mountain

One day with open eyes the slackers shall join you thereNo need to compare, we all need prayer, as long as we are not stuck on the slippery slope, of contempt, as long as we who hold the rope are willing to pull our brother up with our words, the poets words :
 
The message for the masses is hope...so, I live  for the poems you send my wayFor, I grow strong in our relationship sailed by the winds of your encouragement, to my poets, my true friends; I truly know who you are, don't ever think I don’t!



Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2012




Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, change, emotions, feelings, for her, friend, friendship, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, metaphor, poems, poetry, poets, rain, relationship, remember, romance, romantic, sad love, time, together, truth, woman, write,

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: appreciation, art, beauty, love, poets, romance, sensual,

We Two, Shall Love As One

We Two, Shall Love As One

Our love rests within two beating hearts, 
I love the spirit and grace resting in you,
There's nothing shall ever keep us apart,
as thirsting grass pines for morning dew

We shall love within each other's touch, 
with tenderness in each soothing hand
No need to ever say our love, tis' too much, 
or that any night is not ours to command! 

I have seen beautiful flowers in your eyes, 
and great promise in your sensual ways
Your sunshine permeates my longing skies 
where love and hope grace all our days.

You speak of love in words of tenderness, 
yet tis' great strength you reveal in emotion, 
that flames my desire in want of your caress
I pledge to you, my heart in fullest devotion

In your eyes I glean that your promise will last, 
and that our lives be as sweet as fine aged wine
To your side and love, I shall ever cling fast
I am content to know you will forever be mine

Some nights I spend awake, watching you sleep, 
whispering words of love you can't hear me say
Tis' the gift of you that I shall treasure and keep, 
nestled safely inside my heart to savor each day

December 12th  2015
Robert JLindley & Lin Lane

Note: Has been a great honor and pleasure for me to collaborate with such
 a talented Poetess as Lin Lane.
Lin your verses sing romance so very, very well my friend.


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: analogy, angel, beautiful, dance, dedication, how i feel, poets,

Love

Over used simplicity
no matter how true
yet here I am
running through the rain forests
chasing demons in the breeze
I wish to capture one and all
banish them all to the devils hell
so that when I wake up this very next day
all my friends can come out and play
no more pain
virus or flu
no anxiety or fear of the past
only fresh air
A day at a time
we all count this way
I am just thankful
when I make angels laugh!
					wiping tears away


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Over used simplicity
no matter how true
yet here I am
running through the rainforest
chasing demons in the breeze
I wish to capture one and all
banish them all to the devils hell
so that when I wake from where ever fallen
all my friends can come out and play
friends and inner child can dance on clouds
no more pain
maladies or grip
no anxiety or fear of the past
only fresh air
A day at a time
we all count this way
I am just thankful
when I make angels laugh!
					wiping tears away


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: fantasy, love, magic, passion, poets, romance, romantic,

TELL ME AGAIN

Girl, what have you been writing
Tell me, how's your perfect rhymes
I bet you dance like a summer gypsy
Is there still magic in your sweet lines
Are you entering all those contest
And poets bow to your inspired skill
Is my almond eyed, moon-angel
A premium Souper big deal?

You've probably heard a few rumors
I think by now that there's no doubt
You just can't fool the Master Poets
Between the lines they figure it out
So take my hand and dance with me
Let me gently whisper in your ear
This Night Sky, like you.amazing!
I've come home, Lyric Man is here

Your smile is brighter than the stars
Your touch moves me like the sea
Island girl.I've just got to know
While I was gone did you miss me?
Don't answer with your sexy voice
Or tell me with your pad and pen
Let me see it in your wanton eyes
Then with your lips tell me again!

~Lyric Man

Note: I was looking for a fun, creative way to kind of let everyone know that "Lyric Man" is back in the SoupSo I imagined this romantic tale


Poem Details | by Wayne Hill |
Categories: devotion, love,

Lovers And Poets

                                                                       Lovers And Poets


Our words have flown across the page,
and given birth to your sweet name.
In my quiet hours I reconstruct
a face that angels never could attain.
Powerless I am from turning back
nothing untouched, nothing quite the same.

Reactions warm and hearts do race,
when promises are given and proclaimed.
I will paint your body with warm embrace.
Days are good, but nights will surely flame.
Kiss my face and hold me close,
curl in my arms, please posses my name.

Words of yours in eternity shall express,
why two souls forever in love be found.
You have played this pleasurable song for me.
I am enthralled by the rapturous sound.
To you I dream that I may wish,
in God's strong hands be bound!










Poem Details | by Jeannie Minor |
Categories: beauty, love, miss you, moving on, poetry, poets, remember,

What Becomes Of Me- A Tribute to Silent One

The day your pen becomes your past
laid to rest and held its last
shall mark the day my heart is sure
of Silent ache to then endure

The memory of every stroke
echoed in the lines you wrote
engraved remains our history 
our life, our love, our legacy

What, you ask, becomes of me?
Of all the love that came to be?
Every word you ever wrote
kept still within my heart of hope

Hope for all the world to know
the depth of love your pen would show
Poetic words you left behind
to guide the hearts of all mankind

                               -Jeannie Minor

Written in response to the beautifully poetic 
words of "Ink Bleeds Only For You" by Silent One


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: heart, love, muse, poets,

Succumb To My Heart

Composed through flickers of ambient light
vanilla wafts permeate solemn halls this night
as life into her passionate pen breathes
talking in code and longing to be

Verdant valleys and flowing waterfalls
mist simple eyes as words echo her call
darkness drips out from the deep black
easing anguished uncertainties held intact

Freeing feelings and setting off subtle swells
releasing evocative imagery from their cells
cravings of brittle bones obediently seek out
to be heard along side her choreographed shout

Succumb slowly dear to my heart in glowing red
Where futures shall lie and pure souls are bled





Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: longing, love, poetry, poets,

Sweet Poet



 
Love, and truth, close to heart, your poetry, art. Red, and blue, me and you, a dream come true, when? You, my muse, so sincere, so please come here, soon. Pen, of gold, will be bold, on paper white, told. Kind, and smart, tortured heart, I understand. Life. Copyright: April 25, 2017
For: Lanterne Frenzy contest #2


Poem Details | by Keith Lea |
Categories: love

When Poets Meet

The clouds part at their roots…
Colliding the winds, waves
Crashing the shores.
We meet…
A rare combination 
Of circumstances,
Our situation aggravate 
A drastic storm, perfectly.
Words swarm our minds 
Like busy bees in search 
Of the sweet nectar of allegorical,
Similes and metaphoric explanations…
Pollinating our conscience and subconscious
Respectfully…
The obvious perplexities of poetic banter
And inconspicuous meaning
That bounds us…
Words that conjure from elevated places,
And rollercoaster into the subliminal…
Twirling around into loops, pen to paper
Screeches and screams to an abrupt stop.

The unexplainable written,
Describing what was unknown…
Scrambling to unscramble words
To define this acquaintance,
And when the stars play chase
Through the night sky
And the moon is set-
Know that somewhere out there
Two poets have met…


Poem Details | by Michael F Lewis |
Categories: beauty, death, devotion, love, poets,

Ancient Pose

First moonlight,
Lips buzzed
Numb with new kisses
And wine,
Salty crispy hibachi ribs,
And your authentic sex.
Eyes smiling in the silence,
Small talk, funny faces,
And the sound of the dawn asking for five more minutes
Over crickets and frogs.
And breath,
Taking in your presence in the glow of the porch light.
Eyes into eyes.
Lips on skin, again.

I was almost betrayed by the wind…

“Guard your heart from this poet.
It will be captured
And written into line and verse,
Then sounded back in a Siren's call,
Driven by careless waves,
And his relentless tide,
Into the black jagged stones
That will pierce your hardened hull,
And sink your pretty heart.

In time,
Such a beautiful coral,
To be admired in “ages hence”.
Still framed and frozen
In a moment of passion
When love was so new,
For the first time, again.
Innocence kept and renewed,
Your treasure preserved,
In depths
Only poets will dare to travel.”

You could have expired
With arms folded
In linen and soft hinges
And dropped in dark earth,
But you chose me,
Despite my words,
Despite the wind,
And for that,
Some new poet will be always thankful,
For those that have chosen wormwood
Will never be admired as you are now -

Newly discovered in an ancient pose,
  Outstretched arms reaching for the poet’s heart.
Such a beautiful coral,
I give up my breath and remain,
In the depth,
With you.


Michael FLewis
07/09/2014