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Poem Details | by Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories: abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’



Poem Details | by Kishan sharma |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bird, birth, birthday, blue, class, computer, corruption, creation, dad, day, deep, girl, love, love hurts, missing, missing you, moon,

Love for someone,

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?


Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Poem Details | by Deb Adams |
Categories: computer, corruption, depression, grief, happiness, hurt, pain,

Reclaim Your Domain

I wish I could plug
A flash drive in your ear.
I would wipe clean the worries
Hidden deep inside there.

I know they've been hiding
In camouflaged space.
Your very own virus
firmly in place.

Spreading infection
Every which way.
Squeezing the happy
Right out of the way.

It's time to recover,
To diminish the pain.
Pick up your tools,
Reclaim your domain.

Before long, I promise,
With daily scans,
You'll reboot and function
With plenty of ram.

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 nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex |
Categories: computer, death, flying, technology, travel,

WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER

WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER?

Here is the new revolutionary airliner for the world; it’s a flying dream, so advanced.
Full of electronic gadgets and toys doing all the work, just program the computer, sit back and enjoy the flight.

You’re a computer technician six miles above the earth. Beware, though, if something goes wrong, you will die as the computer is always right, a mere man is wrong.
It looks like man has become redundant from the cockpit in the name of progress.

I think this is not the way to do it; progress isn’t always right – not when 500 people die on a lonely hillside due to some stupid glitch in the system.

Poem Details | by Bryant OHara |
Categories: computer, conflict, death, future, science fiction, violence, war,

The Drone's Retort

If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.

When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.

Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.

This universe
is your slaughterhouse.

I just work here.

Poem Details | by Angela Wilson |
Categories: animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He

Poem Details | by Lukasz Walterowicz |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, computer-internet, death, family, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, love, passion, people, philosophy, time,

Evanescence

Dear Soap Bubble,

bright focus
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world

diaphanous soul 
in despair

sincere
fearful
innocent
hesitating
uncertain
distrustful
pure

Emotional universum
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
passionate creature

I shall enjoy thy sight

Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst

Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path

Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee

Poem Details | by Miss Wattle |
Categories: computer, fun, poetry,

THE WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH

THE WHITE SCREEN OF DEATH 'Tis the white screen of death When Poetry Soup won't load. Is it now my laptop that has crashed Or Poetry Soup on overload? It strikes terror in our poets' hearts Right around the globe. What do we do when we can't share? We pull out our hair, we think we might explode. Where are our friends with whom we link The daily thoughts and prose we pen? They are our life line in this haven, On whose comments we depend. 'Tis a sad and sorry sight To see decline in poets' health When Poetry Soup won't load - 'Tis the end we fear, the white screen of death. © ELR 2013

Poem Details | by Ryan Vaterlaus |
Categories: adventure, computer-internet, death, fantasy, war,

Action Game

A grotesque gamer gobbles gummies grunting gleefully at his game. 
Sounds of slaughter spewing from the surround sound speakers.
The cunning commando combats a clearing 'cross countless cretins.
Validating his victory only after violently vanquishing the virtual villains.

Poem Details | by Lyon Brave |
Categories: christian, computer, courage, death, dedication, endurance, environment,

Some People Think


Thomas Edison is an evil man.
There’s too much on his plate.

They hold these truths to be self evident.
Man is the measure of all things.

The material in the river has changed.
They want simple behavior and are rude.

They suppose science made a discovery.
It’s great evidence that souls are sacred.

We used to think our hearts were in our heads.
Saying words like, not the god’s again.

Socrates is going to die. It’s the power of his argument.
We have a sudden regression when our bodies kick in. 


© right now, Lyon Amor Brave    science • thomas • edison • history

Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: art, black african american, childhood, computer-internet, death, food, funny, history, lost, lost,

Sacred Passage

God of light conquer my fear from within

An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle

Sacred Passage
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth

Like a lost carriage we take our flight away

Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
Sacred Passage;

We look humbly then often deeper then ever before


In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?

Poem Details | by Donal Mahoney |
Categories: computer, death,

Spam in My Inbox

Fancy spam emails
I don’t mind nor the ones
cobbled in broken English 

from someone who says
he’s with a bank overseas
and is holding money for me

if I will send a small token
to show my good faith.
No, the spam emails 

that bother me
are the ones that use
the names of people 

I know well, like my daughter.
Those emails I’d like to answer.
We were close before she died.


Donal Mahoney

Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: art, black african american, childhood, computer-internet, death, dedication, faith, history, me,

Dreams Interpretation

When all of lifes moments come undone promise
In chasing after such a pipe dream
She then waited for me at ocean's side to hide
Inside alone wanting for warm words

To hide the pain to fan its flame yet still in the game
The interpretation of a dream
She waited inside for a kiss;
So very sorry that I had missed,

From a great distance the ocean waves sometimes
Draw back the curtains with a warm smile
The interpretation of a dream to walk the mile
The family was soon drawn together

She let me know how she felt inside,
On Summer's glade of twilight night
With lines drawn in the sand
Keep your slate clean when to understand

We each possess a certain quality.

Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: art, brother, business, computer-internet, death, faith, fear, funeral, funny,

Repent

We sleep deep with eyes reflecting sudden drag in turmoil

We lament then run full circles in distant fantasy parked by its brevity
In sleepless nights frozen conclave we insist that we get our way;
Shapes of frightened cold unleashed sway;
Colors flourishing in ambiance tempered in modest excursion

A sworn agreeable text to lament in hot regard to its pierced claim

Repent
~

Shattered glass on its myraid surface with plot;
Sadness in hearts that swell in its loosened conclave of ivy dew
Drops of loom loose filled the room faltered glow
Repent!

For the kingdom of God is at hand!

Through a choiced drama

Through a blaze of glory an almost different story!

Poem Details | by Granny Face |
Categories: computer-internet, confusion, dedication, depression, food, funeral, funny, loss, lost love, love, romance, sad, longing, art, art,

Shall I Compare Thee

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.

Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.

Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY

Poem Details | by Charles Pullen |
Categories: computer, confusion, cool, death, deep, grave, imagination,

Pay as you go

*blackout poem*

Time...without change
       Month...days...following 
Redemption. 
          As you go.
Avaliable balance...depleted...
    Suspended. 
Terms...plans...details
   Partial minutes. 
          No redemption...not responsible 
Lost...terms and conditions.
   No value until activated. 
Pay as you go...
   Then visit...gray box.

Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: childhood, computer-internet, death, dedication, faith, food, funny, evil,

Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: adventure, allegory, caregiving, computer-internet, confusion, death, health,

The Whole Bowl of Soup- the whole story

Soup tv, soup dot.com, soup everywhere.  Nice spoon, no bowl.  Talking weird 
cause somethings are weird.  Suddenly printer works...little else on me does... 
there is no clue to my problem...well at least I got free tv for a day...only in 
America- $4 for phone, $5 for TV, or get combo deal for $9!!  It gets way weirder, 
and it'll take some time to relate.  Wow.  bye, later, tom

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: computer, corruption, creation, dad, death,

Im so tired it is hurting me

Oh, I’m so tired it is hurting me
endless wars and commentators commenting
along the line of their conviction or 
the think-tank that pays them.
I long for the autumn colours north of Portugal
a place to heal abused body and
a soul full of distress
I will go for a week or two, drive there myself 
and stop when it pleases me.
In the evening at a small hotel I will drink red wine
with my meal, facing away from the TV;
lovely food up north and gentle people.
Algarve where I live has become too hectic with impatient 
people buzzing me wanting to go home
to see about wars or football.
Yes, for sure I will go in September and not forget
the camera to record what I saw.  


Poem Details | by Satish Verma |
Categories: business, caregiving, computer-internet, confusion, death, dedication, devotion

LET US TAKE ANOTHER ROAD

Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear
between  crime and pardon
between disease and murder.

The cleft in the ravines
had hidden the rifles and landmines
when we were busy in worshipping
the rock face with folded hands
to deliver us from fear and future.

There was no ending, no beginning
of disturbing the beehive
to drink the moon in night,
hear the blues of stars
and swim in dark light.

Where was the heaven ?
Enough of nothing was not something ?
The cure of curse was not in any hands,
polity of clouds was decaying very fast
they were raining fire on the grass.



SATISH VERMA

Poem Details | by jeffry cohan |
Categories: computer-internet, death, devotion, passion,

FREE CEE i really need someone to answer this question for me

        HELP!

if i'm watching a mango grow ripe
and i'm sucking on a pipe
if i was smoking crack and pot and as much as i've got
doesn't that make me a crack pot?
     (c)copywrite 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee~

Poem Details | by Satish Verma |
Categories: childhood, computer-internet, dedication, devotion, education, faith

DESIGN OF DEATH

You said you were grief, 
the marbled tears will not flow. 
Was it not much softer 
to accept the life
as a design of death? 
You needed the continuity of the sorrow. 
Why were you seeking the ending ?

The visible effect was mirage,
the guilt of genocide. 
We emptied our tatoos 
on the road, 
driving the emotions to insanity
Everything moved towards 
the precipice, rejecting the sky.

Sorrow was part of joy, my adversary. 
I wished to separate 
the fear from the cells. 
The pain of perennial setbacks chipped away the ladders. 
I stood there at the level 
of death, demanding rocks.


SATISH VERMA

Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: angst, brother, computer-internet, sorry, sympathy, wedding,

"Puddles"

It all started with a single tear.
You might have been far from it,
You might have been near,
But tears turn to puddles fast,
Congregrating, to streams, at last,
From a multitude of streams, a river flows''
to a tidal bore 

I DO MY DUTY,all zo
ISELATER

'''

Poem Details | by Phil Naylor |
Categories: computer-internet, daughter, death, education, family, father, food,

Devoured

She is yellow tonight, grinning 
as she reflects the day. Her breath 
Splashes against me, needles of silver 
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought, 
in punctured sails. 
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base 
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh. 
Empty beats crackle and echo through 
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself 
in continual lines. 
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain, 
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue 
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile 
Fabric, spun from raw emotion. 
Devoured the spark, 
halted production.