pain, sorrow, war,
by James Fraser |
Bore after bore fell silent eventually
Abhor I do feel through my eyes
Gore and sore now abundantly plenty
Tore through clouds, wondrous skies
Despair in abundance appears all around
Where in the world has all our love gone
Stare into our abyss, and see it abound
There is no tomorrow, there is no dawn
by Sophia Valentina |
Through endless, vast, eternal space
there hangs my most omniscient orb.
So far a dark and lonely place,
no sunlight to absorb…
just as my dark and lonely soul,
My many moons of sordid glow,
as all my suitors orbit slow –
but Titan’s love I longed for so,
forever mine ignored…
and left this dark and bloody spot –
forever to abhor.
*A comparison between a covetous, lonely love and that of Jupiter for Saturn's Titan :).
Posted and dedicated to Poetry Soup's Mark Peterson.
by Zoe Life |
She waits by the river
Watching her withering shadow
Mourning pearls low
Dusting the ashes slowly
Deep within so lonely
Slaughtered body of her mate send shiver.
She quietly screams through her white veil
Stained in widowed red
Weeping willows dread
She prayed for grace
River took her in loving embrace
Her loud screams, echoes trails.
Some say we warned
She painted her nude body with his ash
Ran along the banks in a dash
Her white veil waived a roar.
by Paul Schneiter |
Is it possible I could love you more?
Could your heart be more melded to mine?
Could I make your spirits higher soar?
Could I give your eyes a brighter shine?
Those questions I with guilty shame abhor.
They engender thoughts garnished in gloom.
Yes, I must confess, I could love you more
But HOW leaves me lost outside our room.
by Corinne Curcio |
Gritty city sounds
Nature’s sweet music abounds
So come on guys- lend an ear
Plump pigeons cooing
Fire escape a-wooing
The notes of amour ring clear
What’s that? A “Squeak! Squeak!”
Poor mouse has begun to speak
Stuck to one of my glue traps
Surly gulls squawking
Their raucous way of talking
While dining on pizza scraps
Screeching love defines
Some caterwauling felines
With clamorous, catty glee
Such melodies soar
Though some of you may abhor
My tenement symphony
For The Sounds of Nature contest
by Jack Ellison |
I'm a lover, I'm certainly not a fighter
Some call me a coward, I'm just a writer
Prefer love, not war
War I abhor
My approach to life is always brighter
© Jack Ellison 2015
by Adeleke Adeite |
africa, america, analogy, black african american, bullying,
If you must abhor me,
do hate me for real reasons,
not for my frail skin colour,
I am the Sun of all seasons.
If you must love me,
please love me for no reason,
not for the sparkles of my soil,
I crave a palace not a prison.
Is God White or Black?
O He made the Sun so bright
and moonlight a dusky sack;
same sky swaps day for night.
Is God a pios politician?
Cancer regards not your race,
Fall cares not about red roses,
AIDS spares not a flowery face.
We will burry you in the sky,
just because you are mr White
and before daylight distils
your skin colour will take flight.
by Paul Schneiter |
Once birthed in the human heart, love cannot die.
Its host may abandon it, but it has a life of its own.
It becomes an eternal verity perpetuated on high.
Legions hail it, claiming it in mind, brain, and bone.
Love prevails over all hatred civil humans abhor—
Over war and prejudice and acts that make us cry.
Those who practice love are believers to the core
Their very lives echo the truth that love cannot die.
by Tim Smith |
Late 60's Experience
Make Love Not War
My Ride My Home
by Robert Stoner Jr |
Mind brooding I sit, shadows play upon the floor,
In turmoil comes, yet once more, scenes I so abhor.
Lingering memories, the world turns as before,
yet love now gone with no desire to gain restore.
Her silken hair, eyes of blue, laughter to adore,
a touch so soft like morns breeze set my heart to soar.
Gowns satin, finest lace, and jewels in galore,
a smile so warm men swoon, her favor to implore.
Come early home there brought a sound I must explore,
two bound in loves embrace viewed through bed chamber door.
My eyes must lie, through tears a scene of sins amour,
my love, my very breath... deceiving wanton whore.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
by Teslim Badmus |
I AM IN THE RACE
VERY EAGER TO SEE THE FACE
DIFFICULTY AVERT ME TO WAVE THE CHASE
DISBELIEF CONFUSE ME TO ABHOR THE TRACE
BUT PASSION OF LOVE GIVE ME THE PACE
THE WILL OF MAN LESS FADE
BATTLING UP HIS SPADES
CALLED JOURNEY THAT REPEATS GRADES
TWINKLING STARS BRIGHTENING MADE
THE PASSION OF LOVE REVEALS THE MAID
by bawa talwar |
absence, allegory, allusion, anxiety, appreciation, beach, beauty, betrayal, butterfly, christmas, husband, mom, money, motivation,
I have cheese before I eat something
Blue cheese is not an exception
I can have it anytime n love it with anything
I know being obese , its intake I must ration
Irresistible is caramelised onion pizza with blue cheese topping
I can stuff myself till I bloat n can eat no more
Brinjals on the other hand you will never see me eating
As this vegetable I just simply abhor
I've tried various recipes but loathed it more than before
But hated it more n more ,so Brinjals I keep offshore.
by Stephen Parker |
You beckoned me to love's door; The
steps you gilded with hope, and glossed
with a libido to score. With an open window
to heart's latch, on amor's ledge we
ballasted unbridled passions with reason's
cerebral core. O'er time, your corrosive nature
did fealty's shutters crack. Your flamable
ego the fragile beams did retard. Consuming pride
through the patchwork frills did bore. Your inflexible,
jealous studs did my mercurial grooves abhor. Your
intemperate binges jammed the maleable spring on love's
hinges evermore. Duplicitous actions stripped the veneer
from ground floor. In love's final absolution, mortar's
bonding glue from foundational blocks severed.
by Xavier Keough |
devotion, faith, introspection, life,
Are there spires of salvation
tearing through your sin
anchors of admonishment
splintering hypocrisy to wood
Would you die for your beliefs
beaten bloody and religiously raw
mocked as a penniless sycophant
crucified before a mother’s love
Do you cry for the suffering
like disease ravages the poor
dressing their weeping wounds
with the righteousness you abhor
Do you believe in blasphemy
the absurdity of an ethereal grace
judging a man’s convictions
for the apathy in his wake
by Lu Loo |
betrayal, sad love, september,
Gales and gusts,
cyclones of mistrust-
our twisted lust.
since you've left,
my life's a hurricane.
sleet and hailing-
this idle bailing.
unsafe and warm-
in late September,
your hurricane is
all I remember.
for when we met our stars aligned,
and in a glance our love defined-
we are beauty and passion combined,
but now you're gone...
a hurricane designed.
September 12, 2017
by Lu Loo |
love hurts, song,
I knew not of raptured pleasure,
just remorse beyond measure-
I sought not moments of mystery,
as my iniquity went down in history.
Problems began the moment you died,
they all blamed me and I just defied -
I promised I'd never seen you before,
but we all know that I broke down and lied.
Now I deserve the worst of abhor-
I killed you.... wanted to save me... oh, how I tried.
I chose Bohemian Rhapsody
July 29, 2017
by Kanu Ekpezu |
anti bullying, confusion, corruption, faith, fantasy, growth,
The path to perfection I tread
Forgoing the things I abhor that I did
Sometimes it seems my destination is near
But sometimes it seems I will never get there.
I do the wrong and say the riight
I love the lies that says am right
I seek from others nothing but the truth
But when the bitter truth about me is given to me
I hate the truth.
I've thought I made no mistakes
That all I give is all it takes
But now I pray to find my failures
For then is only when I can find a saviour
by Debjani Mitra |
crush, cute love, deep, emotions, heart, i love you, love,
Boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses??
Her gorgeous eyes
in ties of love.
Glasses she wore
to abhor them,
Focused lens woo,
inside view deep
"I too love you".
Dated 30th January, 2019
Than Bauk Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charles Messina
Syllable Counter of poetrysoup 4 in each of 9 line
by Robert Bryan De Jesus |
it only takes a sideward
to see you wave; my
takes in that sight of you.
pain is but a stroke of luck
and the decency of the hour
id just a sideward glance that reminds
me of my nature
today i awoke with the consuming
knowledge that i would
abhor every passing minute
you, so far up there, and i,
it makes me wonder, such a
if by any chance you think of me too.
by Ashley Wakefield |
dream, freedom, passion, political, power, sea,
Rain and passion meet
Where the waters break against the shore
An outbreak of memories greets the oncoming tide
And the souls that haunt the waters take me for a ride
They take me to the black depths where I can hide
From the laws I was naively compelled to abide
Wishing I had the power to settle the score
Against the spiteful people I now abhor
The pain that radiates from their very bones
Clashes with the anger they seem to enthrone
They can never feel the love that they constantly deplete
I was battered and broken and had to retreat
I could no longer face the lies and deceit
Retreating to the roaring sea
Where I could be completely free
by Cheryl Koko Koomoa |
absence, angst, change,
Sometimes the thoughts of you
bring a melancholy tune to mind
of rivers overflowing memories bank
a reservoir of love, lust, pain and loss
looming in a moody blues sky
Dancing to a favorite song
looped to play over and over again
like tired sonata, redundant of a drama
never rehearsed for the final scene
While I adore the rehearsal to kiss you, taste you,
digging in soft paws to cradle your essence
crawling into a bed of pheromones
perfumed masculine scents
I abhor the final scene
When the script calls for me to arrive home late
to find crumpled sheets of paper strewn
with pathetic excuses and lies
the hastily penned poetry of your goodbye
by E.M. Betts |
for her, girl, love, romance,
Secretive is she about her own name,
she knows never to play too close to the flame
for she has been burned before
by a word of ardor she has grown to abhor,
but no matter what of her she says of becomes
I swear to her she will deserve to always be loved
And she is loved, by one at least
whose words are better written on paper sheets
and written not with ink, but with his blood and heart,
on his own life, he knows she has left her mark
for her warmth is worth the weight of the Sun
and that is why he knows, to him, she will deserve to always be loved
by Alisha Groves |
death, friendshipme, me,
You see me crying,
You watch me sigh,
The tears stream down my face.
I see you watching,
You wish I’d die,
But I can’t leave this place.
What they say is true,
There’s nothing I can do.
You watch me dying,
You whisper lies,
Your hands tighten the shoe lace.
I know you’re smiling,
I’ve glassy eyes,
My body in your embrace.
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the original author. © Alisha Groves
by ilene bauer |
Mushrooms are the type of food
That cause a certain attitude
In those who see them on a plate –
It’s either love or it is hate.
To me, that pungent, earthy smell
Is one my senses know quite well
And thus my taste buds come alive
When mushroom dishes do arrive.
Yet others blanch and will reject
A meal or dish that’s mushroom-flecked.
That loamy scent that I adore
The mushroom-haters do abhor.
But it would really be a waste
If smell alone deterred a taste
For fungi lovers would lament
Repudiation due to scent.
by Prasenjit Banerjee |
emotions, love hurts,
I would have kissed the top of that cloudlet,
Stolen all the refreshing hues of the pasture, or,
Set up a nocturnal sojourn with my soul-mate
All the sky would have showered a welcome rain
To douse the flames of all shady relations I abhor
And enclosed you to the sweetest embrace of pain
The withered face of toil and grudge of our world
Would have washed itself in a dewy nectar
And radiated itself through the shiniest glow of a surreal sword
If you hadn’t swept away the oozing roses of the silent cry of my dilapidated soul