by Cona Adams |
You've graduated with honors, you're over the hump,
with not many hoops left through which to jump.
You've left behind all that you hold dear
and stepped forward blind, but never fear.
We've set no traps for you to fall into.
We're harmless, benign, kindhearted and true.
We like your style, we love your quick wit,
but we're keeping track, we freely admit.
We're writing it all down for a future roast
and if ever we share, your name'll be toast.
But we promise you not to draw blood,
just want you to know, your name'll be mud.
by Connie Marcum Wong |
death, devotion, lost love, memory,
Dear Poetry Soup Members,
My dear husband passed away peacefully in his sleep July 29th at home. We were together over forty years. My daughters are here to help and comfort me. My husband wanted no service but military honors. He served four years in the army in military intelligence (MI). Please forgive me if I am slow to respond to your wonderful sentiments and comments on my poetry. Love and blessings, Connie
by Tamica Thompson |
That's that good dose of medication,
That good love that makes you Fein
Like a wet dream.
That **** that makes you cum
In your panties and jeans.
That mmmm that makes you wanna sing.
My Mr. Good Thing.
That relaxing touch.
Like a xanax pill.
That's that good -good,
That make you cook a full coarse meal.
That one hundred
Have you head over heels.
Make you suck his dick so good
Have him paying all your bills.
I'm so overwhelmed
By the joy that he brings.
I'm a black woman
Who honors her King.
He is mines, and mines alone.
My Mr. Good Thing.
No one can ever take his place
Or come in between.
by Charles Knowles |
girlfriend, love, poetry, relationship, romantic, teenage,
You're beautiful, loving, sweet and kind,
also unique, full of value, amazing and genuine.
There's something I've been meaning to do,
something that comes from my heart and is true.
I want to do something that your exes couldn't do,
which is cherish, care for and be loyal to you.
Whatever happened in the past is the past,
As you know we've been talking for some time
and don't want it to end,
there's one thing I wish to ask,
That you would do me the honors of being my girlfriend?
by Suburban Lovechild |
appreciation, celebration, courage, freedom, hero, music, visionary,
I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty measures
Filled with pauses, rests and
His motivation comes
In rushes, bursts and
Pure brazen moments
Ready to share
To the sick and the slick
The blase pack of
Each marshal of
Their own parade
And he conducts
Honors their passion
The driftless pith
Of the soured day's
With his merriment
And simple brand
by john freeman |
(Internal rhymes and also end rhymes)
P.oetry at it’s best, always meets God's test,
O.ften times is best , as minds remain at rest,
E.ntries fair and galore, poems of heart’s explore,
T.riumphing mind‘s gore, as hearts begin to score,
R.eversing strife’s trends, poetry honors friends,
Y.es here poetry is penned, inspired as heart lends,
S.top in and shop around, a good friend can be found,
O.pen your heart’s gown, and good friends will abound,
U.nadulterated troops, are not reincarnated snoops,
P.oetry Soup‘s love troops, never dupe one's great scoops !!
Poetry Picture of Poetry Soup
In Honor of: Adeleke Adeite
by Larry Belt |
A simple glance, is all I ask of you
Steal away my breath, like you always do
The flowers faint, each time that you walk by
Even the breeze, honors you with his sigh
The sun now shines with an envious glow
Hiding in the clouds, too ashamed to show
A beautiful gem, sparkling so bright
Even the darkness, whispers of your light
A poet's verse, love, in the purest rhyme
Thief of my attention, keeper of time
Even Shakespere himself, would surely fail
Searching for words, of your beauty to tell
Setting minds to wander, and souls adrift
Your beauty so pure, simply Heaven's gift
by Elias Teklemariam |
faith, imagination, lost love, mystery, philosophy, visionary, yellow,
Lambs of Freedom
Love, faith and unity
Ye three millenia,
Green, yellow and red
Gamma colors ye freedom
Thou hast burning candles,
Memory of the lambs
Thou hath ye cradles.
Green, yellow and red
Tricolors ye freedom,
Green, yellow and red
Ye honors thy honordom.
Let them reveal ye happiness
Glory be thy holiness.
Aethiopia Hoy!, Blessed and free
Freedom ye mater dolorosa.
by Panagiota Romios |
God never said.
"And let their be technology to rule
Technology has no commandments.
It's a selfish piece of trash.
it's meant to separate you from friends
With bleeps, jokes and pictures
To replace their loving presence.
There is no love in an iPad..
So, who is behind all this?
He, the one,who wants to overthrow God
And take his place.
He who wants you to believe you
can live anyway you choose.
There is no morality, just pleasure.
There is no uniqueness, no human
He who laughs at goodness but honors
So that ......the Spriit within us
Is choked, silenced and never seen.
by ALKAS POETRY |
allegory, allusion, extended metaphor, humanity, love, poetry, words,
If it's for the general well-being of poetry
I declare that I will remain a poet
even without honors and earnings...
If it's for the total well-being of humanity,
I will continue to be human, even if
compliments or awards never receive...
call me a fool poet,
dreamy... all in complete harmony,
I will not abdicate on being who I am...!
A fighter for peace and progress
of humanity and universal love!
by Gale Greenwood |
If we looked the same
No separation between race
color or shame
Could you love me just as I am
With my flaws, my sorrows,
even with my honors?
But, if I were different
Separating race, color, and yes
Could you still love me for
being just me
Or would you feel the need to
walk away again?
by Anderson Dovilas |
nostalgia, son, sweet, son, sweet, , sweet love,
Your son is a liar
He says to someone
You have the longest
Wave in your smile
That’s a lie
That’s also a sweet lie
To describe a sweet love
Your son is a hustler
He goes in the street
Stole someone’s heart
Has a Mother’s Day
Your son is ugly
But his beauty
Honors your strength
And your dignity
He says each star is a
That makes you
A life creator
Your son is homeless
He says since your death
He has no place to go
Where can he find
The warmth of your arms
Where can he buys
Some mama’s love
Your son has a son
Your love will not perish.
Anderson Dovilas, in memory of my Lovely Mother and a great Mom.
by Subimal Sinha-Roy |
death, husband, mother, son,
Far from home in warfront a soldier dies
His son a soldier receives the body
Decorated with national honors.
Mother’s arms around her son
Her head reposed on his chest
Finds the support she needs.
The sleepless eyes closed
Dry tear drops in the corner
And on the disheveled eyelashes
Encase the grief and the loss of her husband.
The listless lips pursed
Faintly curved in contours of trust
Define the pride and the love for her son.
On the face of contrasting duality
Petrified emotions of a widow and a mother
Converge in hope of continuity
Of seeing the departed enclosed in her arms
Of transplanting the past to the present.
February 21, 2018.
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
love, poets, thanksgiving,
Any new stone that is built into the tower of success, you, my dear friends, have put in place!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
30 June 2017
*This week, I was lucky enough to be honored twice: First as POTW and then as POTD. I would like to thank all of you who with your visits and comments made this possible. I also thank the people of PoetrySoup who bestowed upon me the honors. I shouldn't forget to thank my Muse for the inspiration for, without her, mute I would have remained! God bless you all.
by Manon Boudreau STAR CHILD NEBULA |
bird, blessing, confidence, devotion, faith, giving, inspirational love,
Who sees the colors of our world
Many receive it
She had the courage to giveth
Trusting birds came to her door
Tap, tap, tapping to feed them more
Up she went and got some seeds
Within herself she believed
God's in control
Saw the beauty of her soul
She called them in
Birds flew on in
Our Lord saw her heart gifting
She was up to the task
Praise the Lord our God
Birds sang along, then nod
Honors Heaven's friendship
by ilene bauer |
Reviewers didn’t love it
But of all the films I’ve seen,
My very favorite told the tale
Of Freddie and of Queen.*
Sometimes actors who are special
Can embody, on the screen,
Personalities so perfectly
There is no in-between.
So though I know Rami Malek
Starred in every single scene,
Freddie Mercury was there
On every stage or limousine.
Which is why I really get it
When the judges do convene,
That the honors for best actor
Go to…(you know who I mean!)
by Caren Krutsinger |
Garden’s luxury of pinkest foxglove,
Nurtured by angels from way up above,
Along with petunias and marigolds,
Honors the true path of the very old.
Joyful delight oozing from every pore,
Fairy brownie heart completely did soar.
Sweet deer in the meadow came up to see,
Owls and robins were looking from their tree.
Twilight breezed in on tiny birdlike wings.
Macaw and crow were given shiny things.
My poet’s heart was cheering in my dream.
Gentle brook trickled into every stream.
A prettier scene will never be found.
Joyfulness and love oozing all around.
by ALKAS POETRY |
allusion, literature, metaphor, poetry,
Sonnet is not an infidel depository,
how can one be infidel to singing!
how not to weep the weeping,
sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ...
Sonnet is the song of troubadours
is the secret treasure of illusionists
not being metier only of doctors,
but cannot be tamed by anarchist.
The sonnet is the host fact of pain
chief guardian of poetic wisdom and
whoever does it, is one who does
Conserves its origin and its dynasty
to perform it well with pomp, nobility
as one who honors and cares for his love
by Larry Belt |
naturebeauty, flower, beauty, flower,
A simple flower with crimson petals
Painted by the hand of God
Below the beauty lies the thorns
That some might even think odd
The thorns are but a symbol
That signify His pain
The crimson red, His sacrifice
The blood, that left a stain
It's beauty honors Heaven
Petals straining toward the sky
Humbled by the morning dew
A gift, from Him on high
The flower of love, they call it
The most popular flower chose
And now you know the story
Behind the beautiful rose
by Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa |
art, books, deep, future, voice, work, writing,
Poetry love defines me
It has been an exercise
One day shall bring honors
by Gregory Golden |
Lord, I lost both my legs in the war
Now, I come to you
For love and sanctuary
I shall stand up
I shall stand tall and
Do Gods work
Let me be a soldier
For the Lord and walk by faith
No more honors, metals or military parades
You give me this new beginning,
Lord, I request battle shield and bright sword
I will follow your word and compassion
To fight against the
Evil that dwells in the flesh of man
I shall rise above it all
by Russell Sivey |
I’m on fire
Can do no more
Feisty on there
One a many, and
Listening to her breath
She was delighted
That meant more
Treats come later
Ones I ask for
And some not
I’m the winner
The top success
I cannot do more
Than love her
by Panagiota Romios |
birthday, dedication, grandmother, grandson, love,
Happy 14th Birthday
F-Favorite, my favorite human
being~ that's you!
O-Optimism,that sparkles in you,
U-Understanding, oh,you always
R-Respectfully, is how you treat
T-Treasure, you are, since the
minute you were born!
E-Enchantment, oh my, that does
E-Effortlessness in baseball, your
honors in studies and piano,too!
N-Nana, so very grateful for every
minute, I was blessed to be
Love you, Nana
September 7, 2020
by Kurt Philip Behm |
One letter that follows,
if added will deem
To separate the real
from what’s referenced or schemed
“Honor from honors,
Love from loves
“Truth from truth’s,
and Self from selves
“God from gods,
Time from times
“Vision from visions,
and Life from lives”
The singular, the plural
what is, what is not
One small trailing letter
—true meaning leaves off
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
by Jamad Harris |
Her love is sweeter than all
Her touch is like no other
The utmost respect is givin
She honors who she loves
On the edge she searches for love
Pour your love on her soul, a life time to share
A hall to walk
A ring to give
The queen of life you searched your hold life for
Walk the path, how sweet love is
She stands with the most high
To conquer is love
She sees no way out