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by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, inspirational, philosophy, sad,

The Park Bench

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended

When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene

The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway

Drawing love on paper in may


by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: art, beautiful, desire, fate, imagination, poets, power, soulmate, visionary,

Laminated Love

LAMINATED LOVE

Frozen flames pressed 
between each page; 
suddenly, I felt each passing note.
The painting on the wall began to breathe	
gently the same colors repeated life. 
I was so close; I felt every vibration 
and there underneath the gloom, 
the roof let in the luminance of the moon.	
A memory unfolded while I held your hand,	
repainting our years, a devoted love
at the heart of everything. Steam is drawn from our hands.
 The canvas, 
the beautiful canvas, tied by solid green-gold.
Flames-brushed each wall as aging you and me.	
In perfect harmony. TOGETHER 

1-06-2016

by Charlie Smith |
Categories: giving, love,

Love's Reflection

Love neither gives or takes but from itself. Be not wiled by fantasies of arrogance. Take no more than is offered by yourself. Leave nothing trapped in tortured irrelevance. Seek not a barter for desires that sue your heart. Worthiness is the only tender that comes due. Suffer willingly the melody of pain it may impart. Bleed joyfully from the wounds that will ensue. As tree branches lift their hopes towards Heaven's door, hands together reaching higher than alone will seek heights that love's imagination most beautifully implores that from a poets words unending ecstasy must speak. Whatever you desire your life to be, may loves reflection be all you see

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: friend, poets,

A Tribute to a Star

On you the angels did bestow
a glow your friends would come to know
as star-shine!

For even stars cannot outshine
your countenance. It's as divine
as starlight.

Oh, how you hush those stars, my dear,
from brightly shining when you're near;
they're star-struck.

I too am stricken by your sight.
I'd love to be with you all night
to star-gaze.

Shine on, sweet man, but do not burn
too long or strongly; stars might turn
to stardust!


Dedication to a special person!

by White Wolf |
Categories: poets,

Decompression of the heart

The absence of love plays on my mind,
I search within, but love, I cannot find.

Another wasted day, just frittered away.
Can't bring myself to see, it's all because of me!

Dark clouds are moving in, my soul's screaming out.
There's no place I wish to be, my mind consumed with doubt.

My body's numb, this pain has won,
As I lift my pen to write again,
these words flood out before my eyes.
It's not until then that I realise!
That all my struggles are not my demise,

and all my woes as far as a poet goes,
For now, a smile creeps on my face.
Finally, I have found that loving place.

by Arturo Michael |
Categories: love, poetry, poets,

Moon captured by her spells

Blue skies and rainbows

Science fiction and fables

Poetess and poet are making love 


She’s writes the verses to undress me

Great lines that flower in her hair

Her lips of ink are red and rosy 

Each stanza goes straight to my head


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


She writes of loneliness and sorrow

Of broken hearts that never mend

She is the dream I need each morning

Moon captured by her spells


I want to read and read her

Over and over

Every day, any time 

From cover to cover


Blue skies and rainbows

Science fictions and fables

Poetess and poet are making love

by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: emotions, joy, poetry, poets,

A poet feels

A poet feels in metaphors
and images. A poet pours
their inner world into the air
and innocently leaves it there,
untethered. A poet stores 

their love in dactyls, bares their flaws
in anapaests, fights inner wars
in verse, and all a mind can bear
a poet feels.

A poet never once ignores
the seam of bliss that underscores 
the world. They paint its lines with flair,
excited that their words can share
such joy - for all the eye adores
a poet feels.


1 August 2019
For Charles Messina’s Rondeau Contest
Note: English accent! Metaphors / pours / stores / flaws / wars / ignores / underscores / adores all end in the same “ors” sound.

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: beauty, dance, happiness, inspiration, music, uplifting, world,

THE GOOD THINGS



The world craves
More artists
Creative souls
Sensitive antennas
Conceptual skills
Performing arts
Artisans of beauty
Painters
Crafters
Poets
Musicians
Dancers
The world craves
More expression
More love
More magic



posted on June 20, 2019

by Eve Roper |
Categories: poets,

Friendship of Sunshine from Norway

Like leaves on ivy vines and the taste of fine wine In our hearts fill with tales of fairies, love, and sunshine Leaving her beautiful inspiring presence behind A goldmine of fine array of poems, friendships of sunshine 3/2/2020 From the poem "Sunshine Smiles" posted 10/18/2016 A tribute to a very lovely lady Anne-Lise Andresen

by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: africa, america, community, culture, earth, race, self,

This is not a poem--- A singled out page

-THIS IS NOT A POEM-

Hey, Poets stop by, give me a shout out.
Tell Me Where You Are From;)
I promise I won't show up on your doorstep.


If you are having a bad day, let me have it
If you have awesome news, don't be greedy 
---SHARE! SHARE!
By all means  --- SHARE THE NEWS!!!


.................  LOVE THE POET DESTROYER 


by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: poetry,

A beautiful truth

I listened as you spoke 
a beautiful truth
in my soul I said amen
lovers love, when all seems lost
poets capture it with their pen

When I'm filled with sadness
and my heart feels deaf
words are magic that you bring
these soundless words on a page
are what cause my heart to sing

I breathe your unseen breaths
my lungs filled with air
you cradle me in your dreams
silver filling the night sky
love flowing to me in streams

You think you dance alone
on a pure white stage
until you're offered a hand
then the magic comes alive
the stage is yours to command






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by Anthony Nutter |
Categories: imagination, nature

Rose

A. W. Nutter

Your beauty greets me in the morning
To your temptations none are immune
Like life, our time together is fleeting
So I visit daily to bask in your perfume

None can compare to your fragrance
Which enhances the hot summer air
Causing thoughts of love and romance
Enjoying the company of maidens fair

Occasionally your dark side emerges
Inflicting pain, by your barbs and thorns
It's always my fault, I hold no grudges
I should never grab you by your horn’s

No other flower has enjoyed the attention
Of poets and lovers, and those in mourning
The versatile Rose is used for every occasion
To express our deepest sentiments and feelings

by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: bird, humor, insect, love, men, poetry, wine,

Can poetry matter

In the debate between accessible and difficult poems
Poets' poems and poems for people
Only the single poem and private reader matter

Both kinds and anything between can matter or not
Solid or made of air, a vase or heavy clay ashtray
One word repeated or many like a lei

An acquired taste, like wine, and like wine
Not sustenance, yet men die with their miseries
Uncut without it, news and mere matter

I advise everyone to keep a personal anthology of poems that matter
Or not. Perhaps it should be novels. Stones, insect wings,
Feathers, Birds you've seen, People loved.






by John E WordSlinger |
Categories: love

These Words

I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past,  and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..

Thank you, and my your God Bless you

John E WordSlinger


by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: fun, funny, horse, humor, humorous, poets,

The Pompous Poet

“O to dwell in the past!” yearned the poet. “How nice!”
“The words of today are so coarse!”
So he wallowed in syphilis, sadness and lice,
Wrote a sonnet, then married his horse. 

He sat with dear Dobbin ‘neath shimm’ring skies,
as they supped on warm ale and hard cheese,
crying “Yonder, the moon shineth o’er the rise!”
“Pray my love, fetch my quill if ye please.”

Deep into the gloaming the poet didst muse,
as the horse she fell weary and bitter,
He cried “Tarry! Thine face is the bounty I choose!”
Dobbin smiled, and then trolled him on Twitter. 



11 May 2019



by White Wolf |
Categories: inspiration, poetry, poets, writing,

Do With Heart

If only for a moment our love bloomed,
If only for a spell we would consume.
My heart torn open I bear a deep wound,
To be thy Sun and you to be my Moon.

Alas, my dear, we were not meant to be,
For there is no future for us at all.
But, don't read into my words completely,
Because I still answer to nature's call.

Does a flower turn its petals away?
In the day when the Sun is out to shine?
For what is the reason that children play?
The reason that the poet writes his line?

We know deep inside, we all must take part,
And whatever that may be, do with heart!

by njeri hunjeri |
Categories: poetry, poets, write, writing,

the unbearable call

She calls and calls to me she cries
I hear her I hear her and for that am daring
For a friend and an enemy she has become
That soft kiss on my forehead
The phantom curse of our passion

How is it I and her have these conversations 
The late night chats of our sorrows
The innocent depths of our dawn 
By midday we play tug of war
I trying to chase her away
And she holding tight to me

We love and we cry
Sobbing on each other's shoulders
The ink undying 
Fresh with each stroke
The poetry in me 
The poem and the poet

by Janis Thompson |
Categories: encouraging, hope, poets,

Somewhere Poets

Somewhere Poets

Somewhere written purely
new words from the mind,
poems having beauty
speak of love so fine.

Somewhere hopeless believe
good things are for some.
Daring poets conceive
of great things to come.

Somewhere people listen
for the sounds of hope.
Lyrics sparkle glisten
to give bright new scope.

Somewhere poets daydream
of a world born new
writing verses unseen
till an eye takes view.

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: friendship, poetry, poets,

A pied piper for me

His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me

He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free

Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he

Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green


              September 26, 2019
       Pick a Friend on Soup Contest
              Sponsor: Bobby May

by Andreanna Escamilla |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heartbreak, heartbroken, poems, poetry, poets,

Unhinged

I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine 
Each bite I took was bittersweet 
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye 
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take

by Susan Jeavons |
Categories: extended metaphor, metaphor, muse, poets, time, writing,

Universal Muse

Universal Muse

She is light 
in dark, mysterious spaces,
integrity in immoral places .
She's hope
in spite of  uncertainty,
mercy for those with misery. 
She's an idealist 
in a realm of broken dreams,
conscious of her adversary's  schemes.
She's morality 
displayed for all to see,
enlightenment to all who wish to be.
She's time, 
yesterday, today, tomorrow,
ecstasy within a world of sorrow.
She's creation 
from beginning to the end,
solitude yet society's boisterous friend.
She's love in a world of sin and hate.
She's harmony;  
		this, the poet's fate.

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: poems, poetess, poetry, poets, write,

Write What You Know

Write what you know
Write what you love
Invent a new world
Invent words
Be silly
Play

Write what you see
Write what bothers you
Write what amuses you
Invent a new persona
Let the words dance
Sing them home

Poetry does not have to be fancy
Poetry does not have to be frilly
Be truthful
Heartfelt honesty sells
People love it
Write what you know


by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beautiful, blessing, change, moving on, thank you,

Change

 Stopping by with a sweet hello to all

Mentally, I'm not over my issues
However, I am Physically well 

I do miss everyone, even the new poets.
Hopefully, my friends know, I miss them 
I am sorry to say, these 6 months have been the worst experience ever
Even I endure heartbreak and pain. 
One step at a time, 
I'm experiencing a big change (a good one)

Hello, and Hi, sending a small smile to all...... 

Love LINDA

by James Fraser |
Categories: fun, funny love, giggle, humor, people, silly, tree,

Out Pops - a collab with Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Two poets who couldn't agree Raise their voices to their loud pleas One wasn't able to stop His zip open, out pops! Haha, it's a pea, not the size of a tree ©J. A. Fraser and O. E. Guillermo 15.18pm, April 07, 2015

by arthur vaso |
Categories: humorous, life, love, romance,

James Bond the Poet

Double oh Sevens
The gamble of dangerous men
Poets who carry guns
To shoot out the hearts
Of unsuspecting ladies
A single word, a bullet
That can wound or kill the love
Of any careless romance
Yet they fall at the feet
Of mystery and sweet words
And later in the evening
Tears flow from ladies of sadness
Left alone among the sheets of love
The Spy, he could save the world
Yet save not one single love
He grew old and alone
His last thought among the living
I die a lover, and never felt love