identity, meaningful, people, together,
by Warren Doll |
Strip away the superficial.
Place political correctness aside.
Forgive hurts of the past.
Erase all tension and harsh feelings.
Seek thoughts of love and understanding.
This is what you’ll find.
I’m you. You’re me.
We are the same
In truth, there isn't a divide.
by Line Gauthier |
anger, break up, dark, hurt, lost love, psychological, sad,
When will that deafening silence stop
When will the gnawing craving disappear
And the pointless waiting stop
Is it a crime to have loved
Must I pay for having given freely
Must I be punished for having believed
Must I do time for having been so naïve
I was whole I felt great I thought I had it all
Then I met you
And that was the beginning of the end
Now I feel empty lost and in pain
If time heals it doesn’t heal fast enough
And all for a few precious superficial moments
For a short ride on the sea of illusion
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on April 30, 2018 for contest FREE VERSE ON LOVE (NEW POEM) sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 3RD
by Jon B. Rangel |
It was over ten years ago I fell in love,
doing so I cursed the deity up above.
Thinking I could control my universe and stay content,
not knowing that my relationship would descend.
What to do now that I am alone,
will I allow my heart to turn to stone?
From bliss to hell In a day,
would send my mind into dismay.
Ok so now I'm bipolar,
where to restart when there's lack of order.
This is the end and it's official,
I'll refuse to live my life superficial.
by Thabang Ngoma |
heart, love, romance,
Can we love without touching,
Hugging or even kissing
Love without caressing,
Holding or even caring?
Can we love without the sexual,
The desires of the flesh, the corporeal
Love without physical attraction,
With no feeling or emotion?
For real love is spiritual,
Not of the material
Love would be true if we were too
Love without loving like this, is taboo
For love writes a letter,
To the heart high on a ladder
Just reading the words, it floats
To the clouds
Love is intercourse of the intellectual
Stimulating yet not superficial
Orgasmic and organic
Natural and authentic
by Ashley Chanel |
conflict, corruption, family, friendship, humanity, money, vanity,
Keeping up with the Joneses
Tit for tat
Caught up in competition
"You got this? I'll get that"
Let me 1up you
Everything an attack
"Whatever you do,
I have to fight back"
Breaking up our homes
Pride over love
Ending up alone
The things that define us
Are the things that we own
The the things that we've done
And the things that we've shown
Driven by jealousy
Feeding our greed
Filled with envy
Eyes glow green
Prioritizing what we want
Above what we need
by D.W. Rodgers |
Make love the long way
by Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway |
life, lost love, day,
Like a Band-Aid
on a gushing WOUND
She will never be enough
to hold it all together…
Merely a temporary FIX
that lead to a long term problem…
She seeped skin at the seams and
crusted over… You
infused with her inevitable infection… RAW
and bread unending pain unknowingly…
Now both ends hold on for dear LIFE
pulling at the weakened scab
Smothering it with generic “HOME” remedies
but nothing can prevent the impending deterioration…
So, day by day the superficial grime GROWS
and the unnatural wear shows… Your
Internal defenses begin peeling away Her
External elements re-actively reinforce
this permanent SEPARATION.
by Osman Gani |
anniversary, childhood, time, day, heart, day, heart,
This is the day when I came to this Earth
After the persevering struggle of my birth.
The day and that hour returns every year
And certainly such a day is to remember.
The gyrating birthday has come yet again
And the dawn’s trumpet dissolves all pain
And renews the weary heart with a vision
Of hope and fills heart with great elation.
The day that makes you feel so, so special
And every pain of world seems superficial.
On such a day, you know how people love
You, tend you. You feel like a dreamy dove.
by Daniel Schack |
adventure, africa, anniversary, anti bullying,
These superficial notions of love,respect, and morality have a tendency to tell others how to think and feel about them. Anyone's way is no one else's business, anyway. To a large extent, at the very least.
by Parker Daniells |
As I stand
Contemplating the threshold
Pouring superficial sorrows
Parked in seven black chairs
Dark shallow depths
A mountain of endless
Extruding over the brim of trash
Take my leap of faith
Stepping forward with
Hello, my name is Love
I Am an addict
by Helen J Radford |
It is harvest time;
I am reaping sheaves of love,
and loving in abundance.
The field has been fallow,
shallow, superficial unyielding soil;
I have recoiled and retreated
but now I am needed. I am free.
I am loved; released to be me.
I am adored and adoring in abundance.
It is good year.
by Tony Bush |
love, passion, longing,
Within my heart of hearts there lies
a place apart, enshrined for you,
secluded away from other eyes,
a refuge out of view.
I visit each time I watch you pass,
hide there so your gaze can't see
this admiration internalised
within the very depths of me.
Herein a deeper sense of love,
a structure sunk in flower petals,
encrusted with longing diamond smiles,
constructed out of precious metals.
Its nature transcends the superficial
skin of sex and cold desire,
beyond such mere transience
there burns a different kind of fire.
Yet you may never know of this,
and I must only dwell upon
the truth of whether you deserve
the pedestal I put you on...
by Jodie Williams |
I promised to make his dreams official
He feared his desires would appear superficial
Yet still he fought and pushed me away
And the love I require remains self contained
I offered him light and security
These words can't be heard on his sound frequency
He attempts to hide in a blanket of silence
Blissfully unaware he's purely transparent
It's not what he says, it's the undertones
That tells me there's gold in his veins and bones
Waiting to be discovered, to be unearthed
Evidence, proof of just how much he's worth.
by Sahitya Poonacha |
judgement, love, perspective,
We don’t think
But we don’t decide
It’s hard for perspective
To conquer feelings
Something wrong or something right
His eyes or her eyes
Her eyes might be his eyes
And his hers
Does it matter?
Two people can
Be more than their anatomies
More than being what the world sees
Two people can be perfection
Can feel perfection, can make perfection
With just being
Because love in its truest form
Is more than a physical emotion
But never superficial
Between two who maybe identical
Or not, different or not
No matter where they are, who they are
Sometimes though unconventional
Who are we to judge
To ratify that it might be
by Lewis Nyaga |
hurt, love hurts, relationship,
Her angry eyes drilled into His
How could she have missed it
Tom was no longer hers..
His love for her had dissipated
Leaving behind a hollow shell
Carefully disguised as care..
The gifts and superficial gestures
Had her fooled all along..
But now the pretense was over
He was moving in with his lover
She bit her lip tasting her hurt..
She was barely able to stay calm
She with effort pulled herself free
Don't ever come back Tom....
She said slamming the door.
First appeared at the Inkwell
by Peter Golden |
over many years
have left me
even ashamed of who I am.
always open for discussion
as wry smiles and
fill the artificial existence
we all pretend to enjoy.
We gather round,
an afternoon soiree,
as families do of course...
But our eyes never meet
as those who love
each other should,
all blind to each
other’s emotional needs.
that has kept us together.
to pull us apart.
by Sabina Nicole |
life, people, wife,
Society tells us there’s a time,
When men and women must find,
A mate or something is terribly wrong,
Everywhere you look they play this contagious song,
Shopping for love on internet sites,
Reading the profile of Mr. and Misses right,
How much do they make and how hot are their pics,
How quickly we fall into these superficial tricks,
So many rush to meet the criteria,
Of a world that lives for the exterior,
So many seem to pay the price,
Since divorce is not even seen as a “let me think twice”
I rather WAIT and be happy alone,
Until heaven decides to send him along.
by Mara Prose |
break up, conflict, crush, feelings, first love, husband, lost love,
You could never understand me. That's why you could never have me. Your mind is on the superficial, my love's is on the official. Flattery only gets you so far but at the end of the day, I don't have to sit around wishing on stars. My life is like a fantasy, something you could never provide for me. I sent you on your way long ago but for some reason you held out hope. I'm here to tell you now that I plan to spend my life with the man that made me his wife. Ce la vie!
~ Author Mara Prose
by Andreas Akun |
Love loathes the poison in me when
I just let it grow in passion
Love takes the venom off my mind
Without a justification.
In me loathe also loves the poison
With all its true strength and deception
Loathe detests love in my foolish compassion
Along with my superficial rationalization.
Love loads me with peace, taking
Once love loves
Those who loathe
by Marie Viloria |
funny, holiday, love, hate, love,
Let's just start
with five words:
I hate February the fourteenth.
I hate it
With a passion
Just a couple
I have never gotten a valentine
I have never liked pink
But I don't care too much
because Valentine's day
is just superficial
A holiday that just makes people
feel bad about themselves
and buy lots of chocolates
it's just depressing
to see all of the people
who have flowers and love letters
I have nothing
But maybe this Valentine's day
will be different
not that I care
But maybe just this once
I could have somebody love me
even if Valentine's day
is better known as
Single Awareness Day
by Ron Porter |
Usual cliche opening line
A trite and superficial rhyme..
Now exposition maudlin-
about pain or love or the weather.
A clever offset bit of sing-song;
Stuff like ding-dong or even King-Kong.
And, as usual a line to make-
this thing too long. Now finish strong-
to alert the reader to the fact
this poem has run out of time.
In this space, of course, I'll tack
A little "AbAb" end rhyme.
And too be cute, say it turned out fine.
by Great Jaja |
So sad, now he is feeling very bad,
He felt his relationship could make him glad
But to think of that is just so mad
He ventured into the love adventure because of the superficial picture
Not minding the deep texture of the structure
Forgetting that only God has the true picture of the future
Sadly, he never searched the scriptures
So as to see this picture
Now, here comes his dreams, career, education, future in a puncture
Like a dying bird that has just been captured
Only waiting for the rapture
by Tiffany Ragsdale |
angst, fantasy, lost love, love, mystery, passion, romance, visionary,
Fleeting memories encounter vague enchanted pleasures at the bottom of the minds well.
Their delicate everchanging existence intoxicates the huanted headspace in which they dwell.
Images infiltrate an insatiable conscience where fools invent necessity and cry superficial tears.
Momentary merciless passion commands the heart to kiss fantastical desire with lips that never tell.
by Brooke Mitchell |
introspection, naturelove, , Lullaby,
My blood sugar drops./ No longer in tip top shape. In a dazed state, I underrate the truth in
every word./ I wish my song was as beautiful as that of a birds./ And my connection to the
earth, was as strong as that of a worms./ We live our lives afraid of germs: microscopic
beings we can't disturb./ Unable to control that which is not seen./ Irradiating the seeds to
everything green, so that when the heart of a child sings, they won't know what it means./
They've been transformed into spritually impaired sentient beings. In love with superficial
things./ Blinded by the idea that love resides in a pair of expensive gold rings./ Deaf to the
lullaby that mother earth sings.
by Caren Krutsinger |
funny love, humorous,
Harold's hope at love was nill and none
A groomsman at fifteen weddings
No pretty gal caught his eye
They seemed superficial
He was a great catch
People liked him
Mom said so