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Poem Details | by elizabeth wesley |
Categories: love, love, pride,

Love Passing By

When the crimson rose has faded
And our day at last is done;
In the forest dark and shaded
Blows the tempest, dims the sun.
When the night holds us together
Shall forgiveness mend the past
Will despair bring sunny weather 
And heal our hearts at last?

If we hide within the shadows
Will you stay here close to me;
Will we walk forgotten meadows
Or sail a foreign sea?
In vain the hour must reap
What we gathered in the sun;
And love's harvest now will weep
For the battle never won.

Within the world's disgrace
In the hour of Nevermore;
Will there be another race
To a far-off fabled shore?
We promised love tomorrow
We preen with pride today
Now pride and love will borrow
The tears of yesterday.

Our pride we now confess it
Is a sin that couldn't last;
Our passion if we kiss it
Is like a dream now passed.
While fragrance scents the garden
And the misty moon rides high;
The wind whispers a pardon
When love goes passing by.




Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, break up, growing up, jealousy, lost love, pride, trust,

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.JLindley
4-23 -1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.


Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: adventure, history, hope, life, love, nature, people, places, timelife, life,

Pride of the Motherland

Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak

Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands 
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept

Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity

Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!

~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~

Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010

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Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind to no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: heart, love, ocean, pride,

Sailor's Pride


as he walks with pride through the fields of ocean tides youth gathered hearts love silent spirit seeking lulled salt tinged air ocean froth waves heave forward snare rising anticipation swinging forward from port to port through salted shields his heart broke the surface as he gasped for breath as he ages being drawn away from his youth gathered bosom helplessly turning somersaults inside a tumbling rush surviving challenges stroking madly yielding for rare hope, truth rhythm of nature, and wisdom the more you take away from, the bigger new beginnings become 1/1/2016
A Navy sailor of 20 years when I met my husbandLove at first sight if you want to believe , but true for meHabits were not hard to break from the rough man he was to the gentle soul he is nowLove has a way of changing a person. Poet's Dozen A poet's dozen is 12 lines of poetry using the following forms in this order: One modern Haiku: 3 lines: Syllables 5,7,5 A couplet: 2 lines Free verse: 2 lines English Quintain: 5 lines: Rhyming scheme ababb


Poem Details | by Abdulhafeez Oyewole |
Categories: africa, angel, beauty, body, desire, flower, girl, love, memory, pride,

Tiara in Her

This picture I pick is not her own,
It could be for a bimbo or a night trig
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a sissy or a bleaching wig.
This picture I hold is not her own,
It could be for a lousy or a neglected lass.
This picture with me is not her own,
It could be for a demon or a girlie class.

This picture I pick is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her spotless face and her passionate grin.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her modest crown and her sincere chin.
This picture I hold is no doubt her own,
It's obvious in her ideal stroll with her gorgeous rose.
This picture with me is really her own,
It's obvious in her charming blouse and her classy pose.



Poem Details | by Shujaa Sinless |
Categories: beauty, birth, courage, freedom, hair, identity, pride,

Why Not Love My Locks

What's so strange about it?
The way it curls like a baby  or
The way it stands out on it's own

The way it swings when I walk  or
The way it catches your stare when I talk

Natural roots, they spring into trees of knowledge
The offense you take, the regards you make  and
Hassles I get when going state to state
It's like my whole life's at stake
Damn gimmie a break

(So) What's the big fuss about the Natural Lust
Rejection to European Beauty Standards is what I truly adore
We need more Natural sisters  MORE MORE MORE

MY LOCKS IS NOT A STYLE, NEITHER A FAD, NOR IMPRESSION
MY LOCKS IS A WEAPON, IT HELPS ME FIGHT AGAINST OPPRESSION

I'm not afraid to show it and I'm not afraid to grow it

Information, dedication, and confirmation is wrapped up in my hair
which wraps around my crown-
So thick, So tough, So strong, So long
So Black and untrapped just my appearance is an attack

Come into job interviews with my image misconstrued, unculture myself 
Just to fit what works for you
Cut my hair for what??   NO! Just Leave Me Alone
One half of one percent is still the wealth we own
So if I cut my hair off, what will the Black man own? 











Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: hate, love, peace, poverty, power, pride, war,

As dark clouds

Descends over the mountains 
a blanket of suffering thunder
The fork between two tongues sings 
truth always comes to light 
under angel rays expelling echoes 

A thousand ancient whispers 
striking home babbling silently 
gathering tongues cry to the vain
Gale force in the mind blows fuse 

There is so many power hungry nations 
fed by constantly spilling innocent blood 
keeping people down is such a falsehood
God be with all victims of crime committed 

Wounded knee echoes of past genocide exist 
as does the Emerald Isle 
an open book clearly speaks volumes

They who should be held accountable 
by countries of this world 
brought to justice and face the facts 
freedom is a democracy 
to live without chains attached

Sweeping under weeping souls chant 
Spirits haunting winds cry 
over many plains in song 
There is no love of God present 
in them who take another's life

Rustling through branches 
many tales of woe Armenia cries out 
Battle reduces men into animals 
through their blood thirsting hate scars

Filled with rage and bitterness gas used 
inhumane violence stormy seas fuels the desire 
to kill every living being poisonous mushrooms cloud 
with hate consumes 
wiping out countless women and children 
destroying nature without a care for this planet
 
Always innocent parties unto such vile acts are addressed openly
Wipe away the cobwebs from over your eyes world 
Taking life from the living forbidden 
no good disturbing the balance of peace 
Love is far from so many people's heart's these days


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: beautiful, i love you, i miss you, memory, pride, son,

Captured

I remember that night as if it were yesterday,
sitting and watching your chest moving rhythmically 
up and down as you took each breath.
Your face was that of tranquillity.
Your cheeks were scarlet from spending hours 
on the beach in the November wind
As your little eyelids began dancing in the moon lit room,
I couldn’t help but wish I was there in your dream.
The skylight allowed the moonbeams to shine down on you
and you were that night; my star.
I rushed to get my video camera to capture this rare moment.
Then sat there filming you, not wanting this serene moment to end.
Soon my son, you shall graduate from university.
So much has been lost since then, and the video?
Yet still when I close my eyes, I can see you there,
that warm feeling wells up once again in my breast, 
and that night has become one of the most 
treasured moments of my life.
It has been branded in my heart and soul forever.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
01.2013
Contest: A poem you have not entered in a contest #12
Poet Destroyer A
3rd


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: lost love, memory, night, pain, passion, pride, sorrow,

Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights

Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights

My thoughts carried as in arrows swift flight
Each bad day, loneliness and misery;
More to come- dying sun gives wicked night,
long and sadder became desperate pleas.

Where once cherished fires burned brilliant glow,
Now treads shadow host of my vanities;
Lost heart stood aloof, cold as coldest snow
casting forth red-pain and profanities.

Not realized, plans of joy and future life
Nor again- moments of her sweet touch;
Yet held deepest, poems of our love, my wife
This world, I would give, to have again such.

In darkness, my soul in lost battle fights,
Images of her, in dreams on lonely nights.

R.JLindley,
April 21st, 1976

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 142
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 104


Note--Old sonnet, real bad time in my young life.
So often we are made strong-- by the depth of the fires that burned us so severely.......


Poem Details | by Stacy Brown |
Categories: cute love, girlfriend, i love you, love, pride, sensual, wife,

I promised you this

I love the way her quiet hands always seem

to rouse a feeling of intensity deep inside.

How strong the sensation can be when against my body.

I love the how heartening they are

when I feel so misplaced.

And how infantile they feel even though calloused

Greatly through her trying life.

I love the way her eyes gaze at me.

The way they bypass sheepish smiles and timid looks

And see what I really wish for her to see.

I love how a single look ignites a feeling in me that boils

my soul and melts away the layers

like chocolate in the sun.

I love the way her fair lips sneak across her teeth.

The way they coil in to this ideal smile

that always seems to cause the same outcome in me.

I love when she just barely tastes them while she’s thinking and

how they burn when she tenderly places them on my remains.

I admire how they can say so much with out moving

and with a simple flick can entice so much commotion at once.

I love it when I hear thump-thump

and how it propels her passion for this existence

I love how no one person gets the same version of her,

and how it always makes every day unique.

I can even love the childish way it makes her mature

which always appears to make her cry.

I love the way I don’t feel good enough for her some times,

but she always tells me Im perfect.

I love how she makes me cry cause it never bittersweet

and always ends in a smile.

I love how angry she makes me and how she just blows it off

in a joke that we both laugh at later.

In the end I promised you this.

Its not done its not perfect but its for you.

Its my heartIts everything I love about you,

Its my promise to always fall in love with you every day

And love you always.


Poem Details | by genesis sanchez |
Categories: bible, love, pride,

Without Love we are Nothing

I said I would stop,
writing about love.
But now that I sit here,
I might say some words.

I don't remember, 
the last poem I wrote
But I know for a fact,
it was not about love.

Love has many qualities,
it is gentle and kind.
But people forget,
what love is sometimes.

They think love is obsession,
boastfulness, and pride.
Living their lives,
forgetting love is kind.

So as I write this,
ill inform you all, 
about the true qualities,
that pertain to love

Love is the greatest thing that there is.
And without love it's not easy to live.

Love is trusting, and perseveres.
If you did something wrong, 
Love will forgive

Love rejoices in truth,
and does not support lies.
but most importantly, 
Love is kind

If you live in this world,
and do not have love
You don't have patience,
you have nothing at all.

God is love, 
that is something you must know
Therefore, be mindful,
and learn how to love.


Poem Details | by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: humanity, life, love,

HUMANITY'S PRIDE









Children's life at risk

Slumbering planet awakes 

Humanity's pride!*








 © Demetrios Trifiatis
       10 July 2018


* A total of eight boys out of twelve have been taken out of the Tham Luang Cave in Thailand after they were trapped in the cave with their coach sixteen days ago! This has been an international operationOne diver has already lost his life in the effort! 

** Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: love, pride,

Take A Stand

Wind blown thoughts chilled
served raw on a distant plate
sorrow a home cooked meal
and loss was all one could feel

Injured souls sacrificed
for the good of the whole
tagged and bagged
through muck hearts dragged 

Dreams of a slow kiss on a Saturday
on top the hill watching God's picture show
boys turn to men with sounds of a gun
life or death no chance to turn and run

Even today as grey clouds rumble close
engrained in more than just a memory
a love for your country and fellow man
child are you brave enough to take a stand


Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: confusion, lost love, meaningful, pride,

Drawn on a stained page

It’s drawn on the back of a stained notepad , 
On a brown worn, torn paper leaf,
It’s drawn in pencil, that’d broken in half, 
Showing the pain, the trouble and grief,

Showing years of tired hurt wounds,  
Pushing out from the fear,
This drawing of what she owns inside her mind, 
Smudged to vague, makes it clear,

That her smile is a vending machine, 
A fabricated forgery, a fake,
Sent to conceal her pain away from the robots,
It hides her dazed blind ache,

And still, she paints her lips to a smile,
She paints to hide the sad,
The sad that can only be seen when it’s drawn,
All over the back of a pad.


Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: husband, i love you, pride, relationship,

A King At My Bay

Let it rise your crave to board my realm
Infatuated, your inner whims you shield
Admiring my sublime scent
Creeping inside, no heed to what me offend
Mindful of so many a piercing thorn
Seemed aloof on my very shore
A beauty wells up my lakes and sea
An ocean ahead of you! How to reach me?
Dizzy is your pride, folded is your insight
Coming across my pride, claiming a right!
How dare you?! I won't bother to ask
Humbly I can comprehend, 
In your gleam you believe I would bask!
Let it rise your crave for my realm to board
Your knocks and plea I would definetally ignore
How wouldn't I?! 
A king is at my bay anchoring on my shore.


Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: god, hope, love, peace, prayer, pride, wisdom,

Sonnet 29 'Do I Know What It Means To Mindful Be'

Do I know what it means, to Mindful, be?
I think it always starts, with ‘knowing when’
To stop the pouring tea, to often see
The stones that sit on shoulders, hear the yen
For being heard…  It starts with ‘More Than Me’
And moves to ‘More Than Us’, then ‘More Than We’
Till each Life in Creation must be saved,
And every Danger unto each one, braved.
Do I yearn for the Possibility
Transcendent that looms large in every Act?
And more, do I possess Humility,
The Art to not reach out when I’m not backed
By Him Who Chooses, offers every Grace
I’ll look for Truth, and start with my own face…
_______

February 15, 2019
Submitted for:  Mindfulness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:  Chantelle Anne Cooke


Poem Details | by Darian Rehder |
Categories: angst, beautiful, beauty, child, cry, dad, daughter, death, family, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, girl, growing up, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, light, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, parents, pride, rainbow, social, sorrow, storm, strength, success, suicide, symbolism, sympathy, teen, time, today, tribute, trust, truth, youth,

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had toShe couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her

Suddenly a year had passed..and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


Poem Details | by Nileisha Giselle Deliz Diana |
Categories: february, hockey, pride, sports, valentines day, writing,

No Love in Montreal, A Hockey Rivalry

Saturday, February the 14th of the year 2015
It's no Valentine's Day in the Great White North
It's the big Hockey Night in Canada
And to these fans, it's a night of epic rivalry

Saturday nights with the blue and white
Trying to play with all their might
Saturday nights with le bleu, blanc, et rouge
Trying to play all the way through

When the moment the puck drops,
A person's normal heartbeat stops
When the instant the puck hits the ice,
A rival's heartbeat is anything but nice

Toronto Maple Leafs - the long shot team
Will bring their honor to battle for this rivalry
Montréal Canadiens - the big shot team
Will bring their torch to burn on this rivalry

Two teams will battle for a victory right
Only one team will have victory upon being loyal
As for this Valentine's Day hockey night
There will be no love in Montreal


Poem Details | by John Hembree |
Categories: baby, care, caregiving, change, child, childhood, children, courage, creation, daughter, dedication, dream, faith, father daughter, feelings, children, kids, happy, love, mentor, poems, poetry, pride, relationship,

A Child's Dream Come True

As the sunsets at the end of the day,
And the night begins to fall,
So, does all the dreams of all the little children,
In their own wonderlands of their own,
Wishing and thinking of great things to come,
Hoping their parents will make these dreams come alive,
Cause dreams to children should become bright and gleam,
And all to them more than just alive,
All children want is hopes and dreams to become true,
But if you can teach them how to work hard at them,
They too can make their dreams become their own reality,
For any one person works hard enough,
At what they want in life,
They can have any one thing they want,
All they have to do is work really hard to make it real,
For believers can believe in themselves,
And strive to work toward making their own goals,
Their very own come true,
Which gives more satisfaction in life,
Than things being handed to you,
So always strive for the best,
And all your wishes and dreams can come true,
In your life if you want them too.


Poem Details | by Connie Gildersleeve |
Categories: grandmother, love, nostalgia, me, pride,

Grandma's Pearls

Grandma passed along her string of pearls to me.
I knew I've been entrusted with a special gift from her.
Nothing but pride crossed my mind that day.

Taking her pearls from its box, I still feel her love,
Whether it was tender or tough,
It was done with the intent
On making me feel pride within myself.

Grandma cherished her pearls for most of her life.
This was her 'Pearl of Wisdom' she passed down to me,
"Pearls are classy enough for a fancy affair
Or just a simple dinner out.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend,
But don't get between me and my pearls.
The attachment is for life, it's beauty knows no age."
Every time I put on her string of pearls, I still giggle.


03/12/2013


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, change, cheer up, confidence, cool, courage, cute love, deep, destiny, emotions, environment, fantasy, fear, feelings, first love, for her, funny love, happiness, happy, how i feel, humanity, hyperbole, i am, i love you, inspiration, journey, joy, life, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, ocean, paradise, philosophy, pride, romance, romantic, senses, smile, spring, sunshine, travel, uplifting, wind,

Rainbow

imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears


Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: character, child, hope, love, pride,

THE COMMITMENT OF TWO PARENTS

Choosing that faithful woman to fulfill this fate,
she'll conceive a healthy baby with a loud scream,
a sweet cry so innocent piercing air and soul,
touch him tenderly, he is the fruit of our seed,
may his faith shed light on doubt and darkness,
let's hope that his deeds and words will be fine!

Growing up learning the right ways, he'll do fine,
these parents with their love will brighten his fate,
he'll experience loneliness conjured up by darkness;
none of our arguments he must hear when we scream,
let's assure him that we are proud of this gentle seed:
he'll understand what satisfies a man's empty soul!

Some will try to convince that life is separated from the very soul,
putting doubts aside, he must persuade himself that all is fine;
he'll remember who lifted him up at birth: the hands of his seed
and he'll thank his mother for being born despite an uncertain fate.
A lot of wisdom in everything is needed to survive and not scream, 
never straying from those words that he must avoid all darkness.

And he immensely influenced by our righteous ways, will not know darkness,
even being tempted, he wouldn't allow a little disgrace stain his clean soul;
if nightmares replace dreams, nothing will have to make him fret and scream.
Our hope in him is greater than any opposing force that implies is not quite fine,
but he'll stare at these two smiles that give him a brightness so denied by fate;
isn't it such a triumphant joy to have grown and tendered a perfect seed?

How can uncaring hearts abandon and not nourish a promising seed,
letting shadows surround him with scary images of lethal darkness?
Even at fourteen, he is too are fragile to fight the forces of fate,
he may look mature, but he seeks adventure without fearing any soul;
we watch what he does and we are certain his day will be really fine, 
and perhaps with our understanding, he will have no reason to scream.

To bear a child every woman must feel a great pain followed by a final scream,
than she will hold that tiny creature who tries to smile as she cuddles her first seed; 
before he was in her womb with little room to move, now he's being fed and feels fine.
Wouldn't a mother call him by name and he' would respond even in darkness;
her voice and touch will leave that feel of tenderness, he'll keep them in his soul,
and like us, he'll teach his children to grow in love despite the unfairness of fate.

Joy was heard in your scream, a lightning through darkness;
you touched him softly, cherishing the beauty of your seed..
this will effect his deeds, he'll be very wise in dealing with fate    


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, america, art, books, business, celebration, celebrity, christmas, city, culture, dedication, depression, family, farewell, farm, feelings, film, freedom, goodbye, growing up, history, home, house, i love you, image, life, lost, money, music, native american, new york, paradise, patriotic, people, places, political, pride, today, tribute, truth, usa, world,

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: america, bible, celebration, celebrity, change, character, christian, faith, forgiveness, freedom, fun, god, hope, identity, introspection, jesus, life, lost love, love, marriage, passion, patriotic, people, political, pride, rainbow, relationship, religion, religious, society, sorrow, world,

God's Purpose of the Rainbow


There’s many people who claim they’ve nothing to “hide!”
They tend to use the rainbow
 as a source of their “pride.”

But if you read in the book of Genesis, it is revealing.
God’s purpose of the rainbow had a different meaning!

The rainbow was there when much
 of mankind disappeared!
There was a promise of God that was so very clear.

He promised to never again destroy man with a flood.
This was his promise.. An extension of his love!

It was never intended as his approval for perversion!
Mankind still needs a Jesus filled holy conversion!

The colors of the rainbow can’t wash away sin’s dark stain!
This can only happen by the
 power of Jesus’ name!

The colors are beautiful…  But man’s heart is filled with deceit!
Without the soul cleansing power of Jesus… 
 We’re never complete!

No court decision can give the freedom that many desire!
Only the power of the cross can
 change you this very hour!

The only way to find equality with God, is through the cross!
Without his words of truth…
We are forever LOST!

Look past the colors of the rainbow!  Seek the power of the blood!
Then you too, can be changed from
 God’s power from above!

By Jim Pemberton   


Poem Details | by Francisco Pepino |
Categories: hurt, life, loss, lost, love, prejudice, racism,

PRIDE, AND PREJUDICE

PRIDE IS HOW IT BEGIINS:
He comes once around in my lifetime - take note,
He will turn everything upside down and on its head,
He will show you how pure it feels to make love to him,
He will give you his body and soul - no holding back, 
He will start to love you with a love you've never witnessed before,
He will throw emotions towards you with fire in his blood and fire in his emotions,
He will show you how complicated one person can be - its no simple voyage,
He will show you how a hardcore introvert lives with silence being voice to you,
He will write poems about you and leave it by your bedside table.
He will flourish as long as you are happy with him and him with you.
He will let you know you've met your match - dont come with your bullshit hey.
He will not be afraid to show you how he cries and shed tears of sadness.

PREJUDICE IS HOW IT ENDS:
A COMMON TALE IN THE WASTELANDS OF CAPE TOWN:
And now for the most important one above all, 
This is what he will swear by (cross my heart and hope to die),
HE IS NOT AFTER YOUR MONEY BUT YOUR HEART FROM START,
Everything of him, it will be yours even if yours isn't he's.
And dont be a fool like some that regret losing this/their beautiful Filipino boy,
Because you looked past what his heart's good intentions,
And if you love someone nothing else really matters...
Although naive but don't let other's advice be there sword that kills you;
Dont give in to your's and other's prejudices against this boy (its not fair),
HE IS POOR, HE IS COLOURED/MIXED RACE OR HE HASN'T GOT A GOOD EDUCATION,
Its post apartheid/1994 in Cape Town , Its ok to have a mixed race or black boyfriend.
Just be above the bigotry and nastiness (dont be afraid to chose him), 
And never let regret forever haunt you with those two words - WHAT IF?
The colour of his skin and the lack of money in his pocket - it doesn't matter,
Choose love above all and don't let that boytjie go don't be a fool, 
Racism and judgement destroys souls some never recover from it
For as you destroy people of pure hearts you invite yours to condemnation.

AND SURVIVAL THE BOY ENDURES:
Coloured/brown/mixed or black boytjie I know one day you'll find whatever you looking for, 
Your heart will gather such goodwill on your life and above all never change!
You are brave and endured enough but remember you still here and still fighting,
Your heart is still there in the same spot and it will never fade.







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

What Is This Church All About

What Is This Church All About?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By Jim Pemberton    


Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: betrayal, love hurts, native american, pride, trust,

Lone Wolf

It must have been a difficult journey;
The path your life has taken;
To make you not trust another;
And left you feeling forsaken.

In bitterness and anger;
For past wrongs and betrayals;
You keep a safe distance;
So if approached you would avail.

The wound inside your spirit;
That mistrust will not allow to heal.
Is compensated with fears and doubts;
And prevents your heart to feel.

For you vowed that you would never;
Get close to anyone again.
For a heart that has been broken;
You spend your life in defense.

Lone wolf is what you are;
destined to be alone;
Fearing love and intimacy;
Making nowhere your home.

The only one you truly punish;
For the hurt you feel inside.
Is the wolf who shies from happiness;
Because of a wounded pride.

~ Darlene Doll Smith