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Poem Details | by EMMANUEL SAMSON |
Categories: death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


Poem Details | by Taylor Graham |
Categories: death, imagination, on writing and words,

Poetry Assignment

It was “Death” you drew.
You rolled that slip of paper
between your fingers 
thin as onionskin, 
and dropped it in your pocket.
Pastel lady, 

did you wish to spare 
us? You fluttered fingers 
over the basket, and drew out 
“Patio Party,” 
a subject we must address 
before we meet again.

How many great poems 
have been penned on Death? 
How many on a
Patio Party?

Poem Details | by Katrina Salem |
Categories: adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: death, love, on work and working, on writing and words, people, sad, sympathy,

His Legacy

Up into the sky 
he soared 
like an Angel

With us 
down here-- 
at Soupland, watching him as he soared 
like an Angel;

So gentle… 
and brave 
he was,
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet

His breath
could not resist the resounding call 
of Heaven 
and he left, 

Leaving us his poetry, for 
when great storms come in, his laughter 
will dry our tears like rain.


--

for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all-- 
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.    


Poem Details | by BRITTANY MOON |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, loss, lost love, mystery, sad, teen

Writing With A Pin

Writing with a pin,
I know it is wrong.
Writing with a pin,
Blood is being drawn.

Writing with a pin,
My skin's burning and searing.
Writing with a pin,
It's wrong, but it has a satisfying feeling.

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: lost love, on writing and words

EPITAPH OF LOVE

Lost
for words,
writers' block-
everything
said ?

Lost
for love,
broken up-
my emotions
dead

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,

Love Notes

Love notes 
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use 
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud 
To match the sensual scent 
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come 
To end my writings, after so many pages 
Hooked thrown into a silent bin 
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel 
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm 
Of my heart


  

Poem Details | by Amy Greaves |
Categories: death, loss, on writing and words,

The Day the Rhyme Died

I know I may be kidding myself,
many see it as absurd.
But just because they think that way...
does it kill the written word?
Should I not write in rhyme,
Because it's no longer formal?
When did expression through the art of words,
become so strict and normal?
If the melody has died,
and the ancient bards subside...
then I shall mourn the loss of beauty,
that has receded into the tide.

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: art, friendship, love, nature, on writing and words, passion, sympathy,

Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language
 

Poem Details | by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: funnywriting, writing,

My Epitaph Will Read...

Here lies Deadline Devonshire, tardiness she did abhor
     Her editor will tell you, "She was never late before"

Her sister laid claim to the gene pool’s beauty and brains
     Carolyn took credit for writing verse that’s inane

Believed in reincarnation; wasn't Cleopatra
     She merely adopted "been there, done that" as her mantra

She was the first to acknowledge her imperfection
     But writing her own epitaph?  Too much self-reflection!

Poem Details | by Tirzah Conway |
Categories: angst, childhood, confusion, dedication, devotion, faith, family, fear, funeral, funny, hope, imagination, life, mother, nature, on writing and words, parody, people,

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: adventure, age, angel, beautiful, bible, earth, emotions, faith, family, farewell, fruit, funeral, travel, trust, truth, uplifting, visionary, voice, voyage, wisdom, world, writing,

My Time Has Come

My Time Has Come

My time is over here in this body
I am being called home as my work is done here
I hear my Lords voice calling me home
Although I know I will miss this old world 
With all that I have seen and done
All the People I have met and talked to
My body can go on no more for it has reached it’s time

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

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Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: allegory, confusion, education, grief, loss, metaphor, mystery, on writing and words, parody, philosophy,

The Less I Have

the less i have of
the additional use of
the more it breaks down

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: bereavement, celebrity, writing,

The Starry Night

The Starry Night
by Vincent van Goh;
seeing it makes me wish to write,
but my page is white like snow.



NOTE: I realize this poem is very minuscule compared to Eileen's extravagant ode to Vincent van Goh... but this is what I got (a blank page)...

Poem Details | by D.A Hopkins |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, evil, fear, feelings, for her, forgiveness, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, i am, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, me, meaningful, missing you, mother, night, old, pain, passion, people, poems, poetry, recovery from, sorrow, sorry, strength, stress, sympathy, trust, violence, voice, writing,

PAST OF HORROR


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Poem Details | by Ana Jusino |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, change, character, depression, emotions, feelings, girl, grief, growth, poems, poetry, recovery from, sad, write, writing,

Change for the Better

I'll get better, one day.
I know I will.
I just have to keep going this way,
and try not to fall down this hill.

Sure, I'll fall out sometimes,
but if I don't, how will I learn?
These are the times-
it's strength, I'll earn.

It takes time to get better,
it takes time to be happy,
but I know if I do this with her,
I'll no longer feel crappy.

This is the time to change,
the time to smile,
time to leave this range,
and run the mile.

Poem Details | by Jewels Chavira |
Categories: addiction, anger, change, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, death, depression, emo, emotions, evil, feelings, grave, grief, growth, hate, heartbroken, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, lost love, memory, pain, poetry, power, psychological, recovery from, sad, sad love, sick, strength, suicide, uplifting, wisdom, write, writing,

The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.

Poem Details | by Marcedies Rhodes |
Categories: angst, animals, history, on writing and words, sad, slam, sympathy, me,

Leashed Down

Leashed Down


Bound by my hands
Bound by my legs
Bound by my waist 
Bound by my neck
I can't  hear
I can't  smell
I can't taste
I can't see
I put everything away and only thought of
What brought me joy.Nor do I want to
Cry leaving my captures to smile about
To gloat,to have that unknown brutal power
Over me which is held in one tear.
My  body numb,my heart is stopped,my mind is blank
Is this dying? Why am I paralyzed? Could it be falling a sleep?
These chains are cold but everything is hot.What feeling beside
Pity would become of me?..Be it not grief not sadness not even remorse.
But as I stand up from this seat,I am nothing more then a well mannered
Pup on a tight leash.

Poem Details | by Jaquay Atkins |
Categories: deep, feelings, gender, poets, prayer, religion, write, writing,

Sympathy

Open your mind sir
Hear the crying voices 
Sympathize more often

Poem Details | by Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu |
Categories: celebration, dedication, devotion, evil, farewell, happiness, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, poetry, prayer, thanks, truth, vacation, writing,

A Eulogy To Poetry-Soup

I extol your virtues.

I lean back,exulting at 
your innovation and 
achievements.
A dream come true-I 
salute you.
   I salute your inventive
Mind.
   Paragon of excellence.
  An out-let for display of 
emotions and feelings in 
tangible form.
   Limitless quiver 
housing the enlightened
expanding arrows.
   Your ship of knowledge 
ferry talents from 
obscurity to lime-light.
Giving preference to no 
race or gender.
   I salute you sunlight of 
poets.
  A safe haven for 
wandering minds-
bringing imaginations to 
reality.
  Kudos! I pray:
  The spread of night 
shall not over-shadow.

Poem Details | by Ovidiu Bocsa |
Categories: allegory, childhood, death, dream, happiness, heaven, history, hope, life, love, miracle, on writing and words, peace, people, philosophy, hope,

Embrace

They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night, 
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.

Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.

Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass; 
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme 
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: angst, confusion, courage, death, education, faith, freedom, funny, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, on writing and words, parody, philosophy, political, satire, social, song-space, stress, success,

Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.