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Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Kristin Reynolds |
Categories: dedication, family, life, love, motherwoman, grandmother, strength,

The Woman

See the woman.

See the face behind its age.
See the beauty of her form.
See the way her way becomes her.
See past her once taught skin, as it was 
when it enflamed many a man.

See the way she holds her head;
the tilt of her neck, the ease
of her being.
See the strength that binds her jaw,
unrelenting in its flex.

See her hurt displayed, as shadows
fall like night upon the earth,
eager for rest and resolution -
retribution,
for the one she could not save.

See her darknessSee it very well.
See it shatter like glass, glinting,
when she giggles like a girl.
See her shine.
As the shades of dark days rise,

See the years that grace her eyes,
like rays of her own sun
exponentially shining forth.
See forgiveness in her patient hands
as they weave memories with a touch.

See the breadth of her breasts,
unapologetic,
for they have quenched her children’s hunger,
soothed their frantic cries,
and became the safe haven for her beloved.

See her empty, scarred abdomen –
round and perfect in its imperfections,
once holding the essence of all things;
carrying creation within –
see the divine home of God.

See the innocent baby,
the impetuous youth,
the voluptuous woman,
the devoted wife,
the selfless mother.

See the wisdom of the grandmother –
the epitome of every moment lived
for someone else, and the realization 
of the circle.
Hear the acceptance in her sigh.
See the gifts she has given –

see the woman!
See the goddess!
The beginning and the end!
See the infinite that bares the name,
Woman!

See her for all that she is and isn’t.
Smell her scent and know you are home.
Taste the strength of her words on your tongue.
Hear her experiences like your own.
To touch her soul is to touch perpetuity!

See her face in your mirror.

See the tears that fall proudly
upon the woman you’ve become,
and hope yet to become
                          in time;

when you have lived through all that has been 
set before you –
tasted each woman’s tears as if they were your own.
When you enter that perfect union,
timeless ancestry;
when you become,
when you come
full circle;

you will see yourself in all things, 
and your journey, will see you back

home.



*Reposted for Chris's Get Your Rebel On, Contest! This was written with my Beautiful 
Grandmother in mindShe saved my life in more ways than onelove you, GranThis one's 
for you(and every woman, and woman lover, here)


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: repetition, spiritual, words,

God's Strength, God's Word, God's Love

trijan refrain 

The heart half full means something’s wrong -
the Spirit’s oil runs low.
When emptied, broken, we are strong
refilled, and ready so -
God’s strength can fix a heart gone dull
our selfish contents He can cull.
       God’s strength restores
       God’s strength restores
each day to keep our mark on full

The heart half full means needs may go
unmet by God’s own grace.
We’re called to let our fellows know
that they can win this race.
God’s Word abounds with help each day,
it must be read to find the Way.
       God’s Word abounds
       God’s Word abounds
to fill the empty hearts who stray.

The heart half full calls us to prayer,
it’s time to take a break.
Engaged with work, no time to spare
another’s thirst to slake?
God’s love pours forth when we look up
and ask for wisdom in our cup
       God’s love pours forth
       God’s love pours forth
enough to share, our neighbors sup.

written by Reason APoteet
posted September 19, 2014


**I realize this is a combination of iambic verse in tetrameter, trimeter, and dimeter but that is the requirement for a trijan refrain, a variable line lengthIf it does not meet the rules of your contest, I will understand.


Poem Details | by Nate D. |
Categories: upliftingbaby, care, family, husband, baby, care, day, family, husband, love, strength,

the worm poem

A Certain Kind Of Death 

She was in love 
Their expression of it 
Was the perfection of it 
The way they shared  
Was beyond compare
Today is the culmination 
Of their dedication 
Today she is pregnant 
Overwhelmed overjoyed
Her heart sings 
Then the phone rings 

At the hospital 
Next to her dead husband 
How is the possible 
Why did this happen 
Grief stricken
But not heartbroken 
She still had a piece of him 
She had to be strong 
For their child
Even though he was gone 
She had to march on 

Pain and spot bleeding
Getting ready for birthing 
No rhyme or reason 
For complication 
She took care of her body
Took care of her baby 
Its two months too soon
For the child to leave the womb 
Lacking strength and power 
It only lived an hour 
She could only scream  

No strength to go through the motions
She hasn’t seen family or friends
Trying to find something within
nothing left to give 
No reason to live 
she is dead inside
Her memories fading away
She’s doesn’t want to lose them
Tries to hold on to them 
She racks her brain all day 
Trying to find a way 
To keep them fresh and vibrant 

It came to her at a convenience store
A fisherman was buying some worms
She saw them wiggling 
Saw them moving 
So she bought all they had  
She knew she had gone mad
But she didn’t want to be alone
Lying in her bed 
Longing for the dead 
She put the worms in her womb 
And pretended her baby was alive

Her days where filled with joy 
They where going to have a boy
Her husband would stay home
He could finally feel it kick and move 
His happiness was there only wish
They would love and cherish 
Every moment of everyday 
A happy family 
For everyone to envy 
She wasn’t alone anymore  
She was no longer ripped and torn 

Her evenings were horrifying 
She wasn’t just taking worms out
She was reliving her baby dying 
She never once heard it crying 
Never got to hold it in her arms 
Failed to keep it from harm 
She was useless 
She was helpless
She should have died too 
She should have kept inside her
Even if it had killed her 

She decided one day 
To keep her baby 
Decided not let the doctors take it away
She started to feel some pain 
She decided on a name 
She can barely move now 
She would keep David safe somehow
She’s constantly bleeding and convulsing 
She can feel his life pulsating 
She gave birth before she died 
And David was the only one that cried


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: easter, good friday, jesus, journey, love, romance, strength,

COMMUNION


"COMMUNION"



You speak to me in tongues
I  hear you with my heart
I feel you with my mind
Like a Spring bloom, I am slowly unfurling
Like a ripe plum, you taste me in my rhymes
You touch me black ink injected drug potent
Red Poppies between lines
I sense you in your dreams
They are swelling next to mine
Like a drunk, I swallow all your delicious words
You turn into endless Golden Chalices of Altar Wine

I see you through your mirrors
COMMUNION - You see me, walking now through mine.

(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 EASTER)




communion
noun
1.
the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level.
"in this churchyard communion with the dead was almost palpable"
2.
the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consecrated and shared.
"Communion was celebrated once a month"
synonyms:	Eucharist, Holy Communion, Lord's Supper, Mass
"he believed in Christ's presence among the faithful at Communion"


3The Bible
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible

4KJV
https://www.bible.com/bible

5Scientific Explanation of How the Image was formed on the Shroud of Turin.
Part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdwnTpWXi3M
Part 2A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efEDb2jHyMY
PART 2B
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0mK4ImwiJ9g

6The Spirit, The Blood and The Water
6a
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LTF6vDtvH0g

6b
https://wyattmuseum.com/ron-wyatt-chromosome-count-in-blood-sample/2016-11862

6c
https://jonah135588.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/deathbed-confession-of-ron-wyatt-discoverer-of-the-ark-of-the-covenant/

6d
https://youtu.be/B8TRoQk6WUE

6e "The Truth Adds Up"
https://youtu.be/9oJj6S5wByM

"The Golden Way", David Sylvian (Lyrics)
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/david-sylvian/the-golden-way-63
Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-TGWewQcaQ


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 Brenda Chiri |
Categories: beautiful, crush, friendship love, strength,

You Are The One

You bring a curve to my lips ruby red
my heart skips each second beat unfreely
and gave life to what I thought was once dead
if needed, can play it so discreetly

To show a beauty, one has deep inside
as to give one wings in which to soar high
One for which so another can confide
to state the fact not one who will  imply

as I am calling you mine, you know this
so, in truth what we share is undefined
you always show me such delightful bliss
And you possess such a wonderful mind

Your soul is pure with a loving heart too
You're my joy each day and to me stay true


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: black love, courage, freedom, future, imagery, strength, symbolism,

Frosted





"Frosted"
A penny for your thoughts? Scratch that thought. Thoughts are worth more than pennies Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from the Throne of Amygdala to the Kingdom of the Pounding Scarlet Brave beats in time with intent and purpose when the music ceases - TRUTH seen very clear as through untainted glass binoculars not necessary here, my dear Windows of your soul unfrosted Will see lost love at last Pennies on your eyelids mirrors covered with vintage grey army surplus blankets trapped in the ashes dust to dust open the curtains, move outwards every pain let the Light and fresh air in You're alive again. Ain't that strange? (Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)


Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: anxiety, death, emotions, love, strength,

One last tear

Riding distressed air, thoughts wander off 
Disrupting poise and shaking her resolve
As the blue skies yield to darkened clouds 
And sunny day concedes to advent of dark.

Looking for warmth she reaches far back
Reminiscing allure of moonlit ambiance
When holding hands under luminous stars
Amatory vibes twinkled dreamy romance.

Not a word he says about impending plight 
Wrapping around her a reassuring stance,
Humming a tune from the sensuous past
Looking for sunshine amidst dreary storm.

Tomorrow will be the first day of new life
As countdown begins to how long he lives.
She'll be ready with the will of almighty,
Defying death at the entrance of mortality.

Much as they try to verbalize what's ahead
Silence manifests when words are needed.
A kiss of passion says she'll love him always
As one last tear sheds in grip of his embrace.

February 4, 2019
Placed 2nd in one last tear poetry contest by Silent One


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 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 Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


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 Alex Roberson |
Categories: courage, depression, love, power, strength, suicide,

For those who have considered suicide when who they are is not enough

For the days when your skin feels inadequate
And you want to escape from it
When you've scrutinized every fiber of your being & want to trade in your reflection
When you don't look right juxtaposed next to the picture of that model
They tell you your skin is too dark to be anything pretty 
And you're the guy in third block with the funny-looking glasses, the no-name brand clothes who loves to learn
Keeps to himself, never bothers anyone
But everyone bothers you
the girls don't pay attention to you except for a joke
And everybody cackles
jackals tear pieces out of you
For amusement
Fist strike, blood runs
Eyes are red like stop signs,
But can't slow down tears as they speed down your cheeks
For the lonely times
When you can't find friends
In the classroom, hall, or your home
The times when your body, walk, slang, & style don't fit in and they tell you to cut yourself down to match a space in their jigsaw
"Be like everyone else"
Finding yourself in a world full of Viceroys
Imitations of Monarchs
society calling you caterpillar because you have yet to metamorphous into these half-clones they have never eaten the scales of King Billy but poisoned their originality all the same
And they want you to do the same
Camouflage colors and blend in
Nobody likes an outsider, and everybody's scared to be one
Some are cowardsAfraid to be by themselves
They want to fit in and be secure with undercurrents of self-consciousness
And be appeasing
Looking to others to feel justified in what they do, how they look, who they are
They can't stand alone 
And for the times when you feel like an outcast
When you find disgrace looking in the mirror
And feel you deserve what they give you for simply being
Remember to be lion
Be a lion with no pride, but have pride all the same
Pride in yourself, how you were made
Be courageous, mighty, and strong
Even when you're walking by yourself
Strut with your head held high
Speak as boldly as a roar against the evening sky and proclaim your existence
Make everything feel your presence
Let them know that you can stand alone because you have no fear
Make everything in the room quake & wonder at how you could be yourself so boldly and have no shame
Stalk the earth like you are entitled to it and refuse to hide
Hug yourself late at night when you have to
Fight when you need to
Let nobody drag you through the mud
Command respect
And love yourself enough not to accept anything less than what you really deserve
Because you deserve so much better


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: christian, desire, god, inspiration, love, prayer, strength,

I AM YOUR SERVANT

I AM YOUR SERVANT I adore You Oh God, my King and my God, The Most Powerful among all... I am Your servant Father God I want nothing but to follow You Tomorrow Oh Father God Coat us with the Holy Blood of Your Son Jesus Christ Father God, I acknowledge that You alone is the greatest source of wisdom, strength and guidance. Tomorrow Father God, me and my brothers and sisters in Christ will walk and try in every way to win souls as one Father God, we will try to seek for the lost, empty and sick as one Father God, we will share our life testimony this the life changing experience we have had since the day we accepted You as our God as one Oh Father God, we will be united in one will and one mission this is to widen Your kingdom We will do this by sharing Your gift of salvation and healing Oh Father God, I ask You humbly to fill us Cleanse and purify our hearts and minds Allow us to be worthy in partaking this task Sent unto us Your Holy Spirit to empower us I believe oh Father God that if one or two is gathered under Your Name You are in the midst of them I invite Your presence to engulf our beings Open our spiritual eyes to see those who needs you most Open our ears to be sensitive to Your living words--our bread of life Open our hands to give the best of what we have to serve You and I believe anything we will do for Your greater glory You will refill You said to Your words You will provide us everything Open our hearts and minds so that we may fully understand the preaching Oh Father God, Your servant is not a good speaker but I believe Father God, thru Your Divine POWER You will anoint me and so the words that will come out from my mouth are the words You want us to know Oh Father God, Your servant is not a singer but I believe Father God You will lead me You will not much care on how my voice is The most You will care about is the voice of my heart You will care on the purity of my intentions for You know that I am singing a song to lift Your Name on high, To give You praise, To bring You glory and to bless Your Holy Name I sing songs to thank You and to express my love on You. Oh Father God, Your servant is not "somebody" but I believe Father God You will make a "somebody" or "nobody" be "someone" under Your Name Like King David in the Holy Bible the youngest, the shepherd but You made Him the man closest to Your Heart Like Paul and Peter whom scared you turned them as two of Your greatest apostles. Oh Father God we rely on You, We seek Your presence in us Allow us to wear Your armour: a helmet that is Your salvation a belt that is the truth a breastplate that is righteousness a shield that is a fortified faith a pair of shoes that is Your living Words a sword that is Your Holy Spirit dwelling in us. I am thirsty and hungry for Your presence in my life. I know You alone can fill the holes still present in me. I offer myself as Your servant Father God speak to me, speak to me reveal to me, reveal to me tell me more, tell me more... Amen. ___________________________________________________________ O.EGuillermo 10:01 pm, April 16, 2015


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: courage, life, lost, love, passion, strength, tribute,

THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP

THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP Anita’s eyes were brown She was the kindest of angels. Her speech firm with authority but reassuring with a glass- like sensitivity; she seemed to know all. Prompt as a rooster's first crow, that's how she is. She stands like a lioness ever ready to act, a channel to prolong the patient's life. Her heart is a captive cog of dedicated compassion: as a wife, as a mother, as a Dean, Professor, and as a nurse. She stood always regal in white Bearing a sanction of life and death with each shot made by her gentle hands She had Tiger eyes for signs and symptoms; sponges to absorb order and pressures, she was simply a lamp for a sick person. Our batch, she handles with iron fist Labeled as "black sheep" – for some of us are noisy cans but empty inside. Black sheep but later turned into the cream of the cropShe stood as our Samson pillars then despite canyons of doubts and critiques, our batch defies the odds Yet, one day a snapshot happened – She fainted while teaching. She was brought to the hospital, scrutinized and observed like the frog in my sophomore year I was one of the nurses who rendered care I watched, how the shining light in her eyes turned to stormy sadnessI have heard how her sturdy voice now sounded a tattered tape only syllables and groans, no moreHer before supple glowing skin turned a wrinkled ash — all tautness gone Finally, she needs only bags of blood in two days her life passed my Anita... _______________________________________________________ Sponsor Thomas Martin Contest Name Show but Don't Tell Placed 3rd.. O.EGuillermo 5:15 pm, May 19, 2015


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, heartbroken, inspiration, love, mother, strength, success,

PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES



PARALLEL AUTUMN SURPRISES A ferris wheel of no return, she stood with rosy cheeks so fair; both day and night just wide rocky bridges of light and darkAll she needed was bulb of fresh start.Three months pass after the love explosion happened, her pillar of strength taken for independence sakeOnly candles of hope she has; slowly, slowly losing its glowHer eyes were a train flood of crystal tearsHer heart jailed from loss but needed to be freed for the sake of a budding lifeShe opens her door day by day beaming a sunshine in her faceHer chest-buds bloom so gracefulHer tummy grows a robust breathing sphereParallel autumn surprises bring her to a sandwich salad showcaseA year passed, in a fragrant natural lair with the light bowing down on them, she planted a kiss on her baby's lips. Hush..to.rush... Hush..to.rush... Teardrops held long tumble thunder listless from her eyes of rest and quiet yet, her steady voice whispers a storm... Head..to.toe Head..to.toe Forlorn rose maiden exhaled- cyclic shudders: wells of regret like a ruined garden where blossoms frown, green leaves too, turned brown. Sun..to..rain... Sun..to..rain... Her life blossomed amidst earthquake break of failures, true love she finally receive-- it pardoned her wrongs. Sighs..to..groans... Sighs..to..groans... Bright twinkling stars tended safe the narrow path as silhouetted liquid moon cajoles her long bittersweet escape. Kiss..to.freedom... Kiss..to.freedom.. Her heartstrings strum endless: her abounding joy! Upon hopeful eyes mirror, the sparkles of her infants tears... ______________________________________________________________________ ***Haibun Freestyle 08:34 pm, November 24, 2015


Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: dedication, hero, love, strength, together, trust, uplifting,

Super man

Super/man


It seems, like everybody needs a hero
and I'm sure, you're no different than the rest
You've found the world is full of countless zeros 
Especially when put up to the test

Now, I'm not faster than a speeding bullet
Or can I leap a building with a bound
But, when every bodies gone and has left you
I'll be the one you'll still see around

Sure, I don't look good in fancy spandex 
with a big ol' colored emblem on my chest
But when you're feeling down, no need to make a sound
I will lift you up above all the rest

Yes, it's true I don't have X-ray vision 
and my other parts are pretty common too
But find it in your heart, to let me fill the part
and give my Super Loving all to you


Poem Details | by Bernard Colasurdo |
Categories: death, depression, wife, life, lost, life, lost, love, strength,

I Lost the Love of My Life Today

I lost the love of my life today
I held her hand as she slipped away.

Although my heart wished she would stay
I told her to go, that I’d be ok

for her suffering was too much to bear
And to wish her here would not be fair.

I lost the love of my life today
I’m struggling hard to find my way

She was the one who held me strong
When life was tough and all went wrong.

She was the one whose strength I clung
She was the one my soul had sung

And now she’s gone and I’m on my own
And alls I hear is this endless drone

My mind is numb and my body weak
My soul it has no words to speak

I lost the love of my life today
I Don’t even have the strength to pray

Except to say “dear God Oh WHY”
Why in the world did she have to die?


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: feelings, love, strength, success,

BEGOTTEN

Traveled long I come afar Guided by a star Hear echoes of voice within I am aching from blues and bruise Yet, I languish to cruise Nothing to lose This I choose Afire you came Bold brave but tame You spun great change Breaking me from woos Melting winter, heralding spring An oasis to my arid life To each ounce of hunger You're there my brave hunter Basking into leaflets of wild Invincible..Fearless... Yet, love innocence mild Like a growing child Unto you I curled No shrives I dive Top of the world, I wholly whorled Visions revived Missions survived You and me, Me and you Perfect Combination Aren't we? Weeps forgotten Cries of joy aglow Begotten bestow
(c) Olive Eloisa 1:26pm June 09, 2014 Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a contest # 7 Sponsor Poet Destroyer A placed 2nd..:) Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings"...:D Thanks Tim.hugs.:D


Poem Details | by Michael Vacek |
Categories: angel, art, confidence, encouraging, jesus, love, mother, prayer, solitude, strength, sweet love, sympathy,

When You Need to Be Held

Surrounded by seven cherubs of cheer,
Just recently passing my 100th year,
I’ve been standing here on this perch,
In Little Falls, MN’s Our Lady of Lourdes church.

Most of the day I’m alone simply pining away,
Surrounded by stained glass scenes of yesterday.
Watching glorious beams of color jump left to right,
As east to west the Sun travels ever so bright.

Mostly alone with a visitor or two,
One of my favorites is when you are in view.
You study my features with such wonder and awe,
I can see deep within, you are on your last straw.

Walking in with face down slowly plodding as one,
Genuflecting with pain in respect of my Son.
Shuffling into the pew, your body sulking and sits
Looking up at me, into my eyes, your stare hits.

I wish I could reach out and hold you in my arms,
Wrapped in my blue cloak, protecting you from harms,
Rocking your fears away, with a simple motherly sway,
Breathing into you new life, taking away all your strife.

Times like these you need, comfort and touch,
I thank God above for others providing so much.
It is now that I listen for, the eery creak of the door.
For a heavenly sent friend, to cradle you until the end.


Poem Details | by Tiani Rodriguez |
Categories: abuse, dark, father daughter, how i feel, hurt, leaving, strength,

Dangerous Love

You wanted someone strong; you wanted someone who wouldn’t crackYou thought you were making me tough by breaking me downYou told yourself it was the only way, because I wasn’t the boy you wanted
No
I was a girl, your first bornI was delicate, young, and very impressionableI grew numb to the pain I became accustom to
You succeededYou made me into someone the world couldn’t shatter, because you can’t break something that’s already in pieces.


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: dream, feelings, hope, lost love, strength,

Resilience


Now I lay with everywhere around,
softly rains your lines, your curves, your sound
upon my dreams, day awakens from death and yet
clouds drift around my head, loosened from regret.

It is at moments after I have dreamed
whispers seep into my veins of love redeemed.
Secrets clutched in trembling hands, held tight to my chest
will my heart to beat of truths our silences confessed.

My father moved through dooms of love
and I being the younger one, stargazing from above
decided to be all things and more, an antidote
for his coolness practiced, listless eyes and bloat.

Now what were motionless move,
in dreams of day or night, new skies remove 
these clouds of gray and rust astray beyond the sea
as still waters boldly rise in dance to break free.

Sometimes I am alive because with
these mentioned experiences and myths,
I am tender like a fawn, tougher than a beast
resilient from each love lost, each sunrise in the east
  
*Bold lines are titles of EE Cummings' poems
Written 2/9/17 for The Poet's Pluck Contest
    

       


Poem Details | by Hattye Jones |
Categories: family, life, love, life, god, heart, god, heart, life, love, me, strength,

The Day My Daddy Died

to my daddy, Walter MMcGlothin (Aug2, 2005)..going home!!!

When someone you love is taken away
There is never enough time
No matter if its
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
Years,
Eons...

~

The heart can't seem to handle an absence
That is the beginning of its existence

~~

My daddy died today...
And eighty-six years of living, still
Did not prepare our hearts for God's will
Forty-nine years of knowing him
Still did not brace me as his life dims

~~

My daddy died today...
And yesterday I prayed
That his suffering be stayed
Yet I wasn't ready to accept
His calm face as he eternally slept
In the hospital bed in desperate escape
Wearing a diaper that made my heart ache
Needing a tell-tale sign that life just slowed
Not stilled; finding none, the blood no longer flowed
I was not ready to let him go...

~~




My daddy died today...
Surrounded by a family's dismay
Seeing his strength slipping away 
Before our eyes each day
A strong, proud man
Never in need of a helping hand
Riding a bike at age eighty-plus
Able to out talk the lot of us
Dwindling as sifting sand 
To a small fragile man
A diminishing strength behind the pain
He steadfastly refused to claim…

~~

My daddy died today…
And we left to mourn his passing
Know within our hearts that everlasting
The originator of our field of flowers
Is resting with the omnipotent powers
In serenity of death the pain belied 
He endured during his living decried

~~

The warmth of his hand 
As I for the last time
Touched my father’s soul casing
A memory that will forever be mine

~~

My daddy died today…
And in the faces of my sisters, brothers
Nieces, nephews and my mother
I saw the blessing his life had given
I saw the strength we inherited even
When we didn’t see it during his living

~~

I saw the love of a family that will miss
The essence of my daddy’s character
And mourn the passing of his spirit
From here to the forever after

~~

My daddy died today…
And now I know why God granted me
The many days we sat on his porch together
As he told me about the life of a man
I didn’t know even though he was my father

Now I can see the dark cloud blessings
Seeing his strength weaken to a point of realizing
That God has indeed blessed him to live
To understand the one thing only God can give

~~

Life
This one granted abundantly
Through the blessings of a loving
Overflowing, caring family
Our riches and wealth realized
Magnified
And deeply
Exemplified..

On the day my daddy died





Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: emotions, love, memory, strength,

Melancholy Memories: A Collaboration


 

I walk along the narrow precipice, so close to the edge 
trying to remember the ones I love and keep them near, 
grasping to hold on to them before I fall from the ledge
Their strength gives me comfortI will not yield to fear

Cherished memories of my past keep me stable and alert
Moments shared, things we said, serve as my safety rope
I swear to be relentless in my fight to never feel the hurt 
of emotional pains and drainsLove is my greatest hope

I've been walking on life's journey, loved ones at my side,
Each step taken has been a new chapter, honestly penned.
Tears of joy and laughter, and of sorrows I've often cried,
but I'm guided by the light of those upon whom I depend.

My melancholy memories are tonic to my heart and mind
To them I cling tightly so I'll never leave my past behind.
 
                        ~       ~       ~

May my soul never bow to darkest fear and deep regret 
or cower to the darkness that sends me its great pains
I will hold onto love's great treasures and never forget, 
the love, depth and beauty of my long life's sweet gains

I fear not my untimely losses and later any sad good-bye, 
for life gave its treasures and blessings so very deep, 
that I hold not enough tears for such a massive, great cry
Light defends me against darkness however slow it may creep

A great ending may follow my sojourn in this dark cave- 
For my heart now embraces life and its promised reward, 
for the faith and forgiveness that our dear Lord gave, 
steels my resolve, although the losses may be very hard! 

My walk will be down a long dark corridor that engulfs me
Yet Light and faith will be reward as my soul flies away free! 

    ~            ~             ~              ~              ~              ~
January 10th, 2016
Collaboration of Robert Lindley and Lin Lane

My thanks to you, Robert, for inspiring the birth of these two 
sonnets through your poem: 'Restlessly, I Will Rise.'


Poem Details | by Leisa Ridge |
Categories: love, love,

Passionate Strength of a Woman

She will love him as he is leaving
without pain and tearful goodbyes
She know he will be coming back to her
She can see it in his eyes

As he turns a smile is given to her
a beautiful vision close she will keep
"Its only for a little while"
whispers her to sleep

She tries to be strong
as she longs for his sweet gentle touch
This passionate strength of a woman
has lived through so much

She feels she can touch him everywhere he goes
She hears his thoughts to her he calls
within her Soul the love she knows...
so she waits...


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: art, beauty, courage, heart, inspiration, love, strength,

For Once

For once
I stare into the glass 
To see a curious beauty staring back 
My eyes glistened with tears 
For if I had sooner seen my worth
What worlds would I have gained? 

Heaving intelligence and great sorrow 
I mute the jeers of disdain 
Hiding their lies 
With the surest gaze 

For once
I am willing to accept her 
This woman I have become 
I want to drink her tears
And make poetry with her worth 
I want her favorite world to be real

A world 
With you
A soul that has fulfilled my own 
That has noted my abilities 
Through our cherished rainfall of words

For once 
I breathe great joy in my stance 
Setting free my fears to your open heart 
Resting near my kindred delight
So that you may release your harmonies on me 
And lead the woman in the mirror

Toward her indefinite beauty
To never allow her doubt to manifest again
To let her live newfound dreams 
And awaken fresh with genuine smiles

Hold me in my favorite world 
Be my ocean
In my reaching rivers 
Touch your waters to mine
I wish you to gaze at yourself
And find me loving back


Poem Details | by Akkina Downing |
Categories: discrimination, love, religious, strength,

Because he's one less leg

Because he's one less leg
They bullied him for being crippled 
They picked on him daily
They called him cruel names 
..it hurts!

Because he's one less leg
They underestimated him
They looked down on him
They saw him as weak
..it's sad 

Because he's one less leg
He's got no friends
He's got no girlfriend 
He's got nowhere to socialize 
..it's lonesome! 

But in all that he went thru
The abuse and shame they put him thru
He forgave them all
..with heart and soul!

Not because he needed their friendships
Not because he wanted to have a girlfriend 
Not because he needed a place to hang out

But...

because he knew Jesus went thru the same thing 
And he wants to save them from what they do not know was wrong
He gave them a chance to realize 
He proved them love is stronger than hate
..God is good!

And in the end shame was reversed and they are the ones begging for his forgiveness
..to forgive is to love!

      
                              Smile

                     Akkina R Downing
                             1-10-17


Poem Details | by Mike Gentile |
Categories: love, strength, success,

Love is Actually the Sweet Foundation


For anything that is built in life’s domain
     Love is actually the sweet foundation
Though finding it, often a tricky campaign
      It’s the basic blueprint for our salvation

While not brick and mortar or earthly terrain
     Such strength it provides without hesitation
 It’s all that I am and forever will be
     Love is actually everything to me


8/7/17


Poem Details | by John Gondolf |
Categories: love, passion, strength, summer,

The Pillar of Our Love

Across the table gazing in your eyes I see the bright reflections of our love, and like a sweet duet we harmonize with soulful melodies of mourning dove. Our love is ever present in my mind; these feelings that to you I do impart. For not a better lover could I find; you will remain forever in my heart. You touch my hand, my pulsing passions rise; My ever fervid fantasies take flight. I wonder if this leads to love’s surprise, and tangled sheets on sultry, summer night My love you are the bedrock of my soul; the pillar which forever makes love whole.
May 11, 2018 Contest: Summer Love Sonnet Sponsor: John Hamilton


Poem Details | by Brenda Chiri |
Categories: conflict, happy, journey, strength, true love,

Amours Happily After End

Amours Happily After End

An epic rapture of perfection
begining and an end
a defect in the nucleus

Villains come into the midst
devotion in disaster 
leaves two in collapse 

Fated to meet again
to the alter where all attend
a child will be had

Passion endures the trouble
catastophic events persist
the pair will always resist

Endured

Child grown a problem friend
all indicators of epic devotion
results in amours happily after end