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Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: addiction, books, family, freedom, god, grief, paris,

Reader Rabbit

Reader Rabbit

Toward the end of a book,
we tend to speed up, 
in anticipation of the climatic finish. 

Yet sadly, 
the build-up...
was the part we savored, 
on the perfect path
to the right...
final, 
and everlasting
word(s).

The beginning. 


Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allegory, america, angel, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, body, books, boyfriend, car, celebration, childhood, children, city, class, computer, conflict, dad, emotions,

This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Poem Details | by brittney lopez |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allah, allegory, angel, anger, angst, april, art, august, baseball, basketball, best friend, birthday, books, cousin, culture, dad, death, depression, desire, dream, drink, education, emo, eulogy, faith,

Goddess

They say the sun shines on the skin of a goddess her hair dark filled with flowers and her skin of silk,
When you see her don't let her go she will treat u like a god and run her silk hands against the ruffness of your skin she will show u the right way to enlightenment her eyes golden brown so deep you can get lost she can see right through you and know the depth of your soul she will speak words so smooth softer then the wind 
Skin so smooth the sun follows her every move.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: books, emotions, grief, life, philosophy,

Blind

No light shines when is always dark
No smile from end to start
No hope to be gently touched
From inside this hopeless heart

Fingers on the white bland walls
Washing away all the tears that do fall
Life is a map with no point or compass
Driving blind, the suffering is to be unkind

You painted me with so much color
Your eyes are dead yet you have the vision
Of passion, of love, of vivre free from a mindless prison
Tiss I who can not feel, such an imposition

Blindness has many shades of grey
I wear umbrellas
Wishing for a brighter day
Sadly the blindness is here to stay


Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, books, funny, , literature,

Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens
was said to be the pickings
of literature in the nineteenth century,
but I couldn't make it pass page three!

Poem Details | by govind goyal |
Categories: books, death, desire, education,

Restructuring the Education System

Cried loud all "innovate or perish" all around the World
Why not the education which gives the greatest mould

Primary , Secondary and Tertiary are the steps to consume our life
This system is age old not have any logic with the time rife

Mature are the minds today before their age
Then why You Educationist let their brain waste  over page

Think twice and RETHINK, REKINDLE the Hope
Education is stepping stone not a joke

Let the death-knell takes its toll on the past
Rest assured, Children will fly high without a mast

So restructure, redesign redefine the system
That makes the life , CARPE DIEM!!!




Poem Details | by Roberto Santana |
Categories: books, color, death, desire, family, fishing, i love you,

My Sunshine

I love you now more than ever ,
For you mean the world to me ,
I love everything about you ,
I'll search around the world for thee .
Your smile is so inviting ,
Your kisses are so divine ,
I want to hold you in my arms ,
And bring you safely home .
Whenever I am near you ,
I shake like a willow tree ,
The stars above shine brighter ,
Cause you belong to me.
The Ocean's wave in unison ,
They want to drag you in ,
But I am here to save you ,
" True Love' is from within.
I'm waiting by the window ,
Letting the sun shine in ,
Will you be there for me my dear ,
Together and without sin .
 

Poem Details | by Miche Ulman |
Categories: absence, adventure, betrayal, body, books, change, character, conflict, confusion, courage, creation, culture, dark, death, dream, evil, farewell, freedom, history, imagination, inspiration, life, magic, mirror, murder, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poetry, self, senses, sin, society, symbolism, travel, visionary, wisdom,

Introduction

hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.

Poem Details | by Alexis George |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, angst, art, beautiful, beauty, blue, body, books, change, courage, creation, depression, future, grief, hope, people, strength, student, sweet, teen, teenage, time, wisdom, words, world,

Vicissitude

It wasn't quick
but it seemed to happen so.
The indecisive thoughts soon became quite clear,
but not exactly as crystal would be.
It's easy to see
why it could be frowned upon;
many have ended hurt,
scarred,
and even put to eternal rest.
However, she was undaunted;
she knew her misconceptions could only be 
beneficial.
A swift turn and a venturesome soul
shaped her into a beautiful love song,
a hysterical vision of black and blue.
Throughout the tough goings
and a shattered lullaby or two,
she settled, though erratic,
into a breathtaking work of art
made of misfortunes and lust.
"Change has come and left,
but it shall never be truly gone,"
She cried in her lucid dreams
of the present.

Poem Details | by Emma Smith |
Categories: appreciation, books, death of a friend, dedication, poetry, soldier, suicide,

Dedicated to my Sherlockians

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dear me, Mr. Holmes!
Whatever happened to you?
Deserting your friends
and taking your life
You've caused quite a mess
and made lots of strife
Oh, your dear friend John
Whatever happened to him?
Without you
he appears quite grim
So think very hard
before you return
Not all can handle
that degree of burn
Dear me, Mr. Holmes!
Does my name ring a bell?
The day you faked your death..
I faked mine as well
-JM

Poem Details | by Olivia Brag |
Categories: anxiety, books, conflict, grief, voyage, youth,

The poem of Pi

The waves crash as I cry,
for I am lost,
it is lost,
it is all lost,
family, friends, love, my laughter.
I have but a boat and a beast.

Poem Details | by Balveen Cheema |
Categories: books, clothes, death, growth, world,

Made In India

Made In India

To live and die in a world of a teacher 
And the taught was his solitary wish.
Plundered every treasury in all his books
Lavishly enriching his soul forever thirsty.

An aeronautical engineer
Lost being a pilot
Voted as President
To rule over every pilot.

Son of a boatman distributing newspapers
Simple living with half a dozen clothing
In the looming closets
Of his erstwhile Presidential chair.

Sleep slept over to follow his dream
To make India a super world power
The Missile Man shot far above the clouds
The world saluted Kalam who was Made In India.



Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest: Storm On The Spanish Main

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: allegory, beach, black love, blessing, blue, boat, books, city, feelings, grave, heaven, homework, motivation, muse, myth, proposal, romantic, wind,

Beauty

It's blisteringly faithfully rot,

it's intangible as it's deserving of all,

so many signs,
and signatures to boot...


The wreathe in the sky,

the tree rotation eye,

end of all eagerness,

dredge of the forced peaceful bliss..

The honorary code time'd and then aged like the rot,

and an evening star,
 
and a really far far...

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: books, cancer, death of a friend, poetry, writing,

In Memory of Richard

tall
     bearded
          introspective
               kind

he came unexpectedly
     tendered his book
          then sat waiting
               for our offering

stayed for poetry
     meshed with the band
like a soft, quiet rain 
     on a warm summer evening

vacated his spot
     with no fanfare
but in our anthology, a legacy

a song of love to Catherine
     You Are My World
a collection of Haiku

and in his book
a touch of peace for a moment

Poem Details | by Granola Bars |
Categories: absence, anger, birth, books, dark, death, depression, desire,

Stay Away

Feel my skin and find a restlessness Cut the rope and let me go Failed again it shows pure benevolence Show a sincerity sit and bestow Broken promises and slaughtered dreams Take my advice and stay away Brew the lessons I've seen in harsh extremes Began sweating again but it's a cold day Can't see if my ears continue to bleed I see too many good friends Just like a starving child I need to feed Rebirth is horrid and it transcends Living off of plants but not much I can do Lay back and let my tears glisten They broil with heinous hatreds black stew Fill the room with the devils ricin

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: books, boy, caregiving, dream, endurance, eve, giving, grief, hope, immigration, independence day, lust, ocean, parody, truth, usa, wedding,

Ms Margerine

Of what you know to be beautiful
never becomes a real thought,

of how you seek it out-
the lessoning of everything combined,

sanctimony as tree's can do when they listen to one another,

serious mistaken identities are just like the reason you came here was to die completely.

Poem Details | by Tiffany Herrera |
Categories: appreciation, art, beauty, books, deep, goodbye, grief,

Foreign Book

I was probably written in another language 
So I rewrote myself in every possible way 
You still couldn't quite grasp the meaning 
You tossed me on the ground 
Bending my beautiful pages 
Hurting my delicate spine

Poem Details | by Mike Grant |
Categories: 12th grade, absence, america, bible, books, caregiving, confidence, courage, environment, eulogy, family, growing up, halloween, happiness, natural disasters, people, society,

There is a Snake in my Bed,

I'm a little paranoid
Just like an Android
That's about to get hit by an astroid
I woke up dead
There's a snake in my bed
Beads of sweat dripping off my forehead
Time stands still When you feelin ill
I think I'll take one more pill
Crush it up and try not to spill
Keepin it real you know the deal
I knocked on my friends door
He said nope no more
I passed out and hit the floor
I'm shocked and Disturbed
It was the Craziest thing I ever heard
 I ordered some drugs online
They arrived right on time
I couldn't believe they were all mine
I Locked myself in the bathroom 
Around noon and then boom
I hear a knock  It's the cops
My heart stops
I'm looking at 15 years tops

Poem Details | by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: angel, books, death, god, husband, love, wife,

My Passing Husband

Lord, I know I should not ask.
You took my beloved husband.
(God Talking)
I needed him more than you.
One day he will greet you to be with us.
God's heavenly angels are watching over you.
 
 
 
 
My husband you took
His name in heavenly book
He gave me a look
 

Date Written: 7/14/2020

Note: The top part of this is a very small part of what I just wrote as a card/letter to a very dear friend. Her husband just died. I had to shorten it for the contest.

Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: anxiety, death, heaven, life,

A Books Final Chapter

A Books Final Chapter Written: by Tom Wright 6/19/2018 I’m like mown hay, dry, and awaiting the baler; Summer’s luminous whisper is long past, And aspirations no longer linger on my horizon. Since surviving the “Widow Maker,” In thought, I now retreat to a yesterday, When days were filled with new car smell, Everything tasted like soft ice cream, And occasionally, I believed a flecking of brilliance, Would ooze from my mouth; Today finds me quietly anticipating, And patiently awaiting, my final confrontation in life; The twilight of life precedes the closing of one door, But also the opening of another;

Poem Details | by Melvin D'lima |
Categories: 12th grade, africa, books, death, wisdom,

If truth be told

What social distance, at sunrise?
Cheek by jowl,no surprise
No greedy cops yet on patrol
Throwing awry, infection control

Elsewhere the experts crunch the numbers
As the hungry nation slumbers
A hundred  deaths amid too many feelings
Negative test results for three thousand shillings

What is true, what is false, we know not
Which book have we sought?
Wisdom, the beginning of all understanding, real
Makes conventional thinking surreal

Poem Details | by R. e. taylor |
Categories: books, death, heaven, journey, words,

An Afterlife Of Books

An Afterlife Of Books

When my life finally ends
I do not wish to go to Heaven
Nor do I wish to go to Hell
Find a way to take my soul
Into a library with a million books
Please leave me there for my eternity
Do not mourn for me for I am happy
Surrounded by so many stories
I’ll have plenty to do in my forever
But, believe me between all of the words
No matter what I read or how I feel
I will always think of my love for you
That will be my real eternity

Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: addiction, age, angst, anxiety, bereavement, books, chocolate,

At a pinch I could live without

At a pinch I could live without chocolate,
And I could just about cope without a cup of coffee,
Or the loss of internet,
But the absence of anything worth reading,
And no pen and paper available to keep my creative juices flowing,
Would really start to bite.

Poem Details | by Seema Maqsood ali |
Categories: abuse, august, beauty, bereavement, blessing, books, bullying,

A moment

A touch of the breeze
A flow of laughter
A hideous daughter
A soft hearted mother
She would do anything for her children
A moment like a cat mewing in prison
When you lose sight of your way
It is at moments like these that the summer sun makes me pray!!

Poem Details | by Regina Elliott |
Categories: 7th grade, 8th grade, books, death, forgiveness,

monoku-at dawn

forgive at dawn.....open book authored bittersweet
death cannot surmount