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Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: anger, angst, anxiety, change, dark, death, destiny,

Amass the Anger Her Youth Represses

I move with purpose and tremor 
   Wading in Death's Secret Sea to spill gray and heavy summers
Steaming rain is stalking
A walker crawls over with its incessant rage and hunger

Rest my heart in your cool resolve if you dare

Somebody soon dead
    treads upon your life. 


Poem Details | by Paula Goldsmith |
Categories: animal, death, dream, humor, school, teen, youth,

My Ruthless Dreams COLLABORATION

 
Up early and off to school I must go
Full of pep and not too slow,
That was then when I was young
This is now a new age I have begun,
How I hate them as I climb out of bed
Early mornings are for the dead,
Unreasonable I must seem
Unyieldingly demanding where is my coffee cream,
But I did love them bed and pillow
Seems so long ago I dreamed of an armadillo,
Now they‘re ruthless dreams
I just can’t do them with ice cream,
I’m now past my prime teens.
 

8-23-2019   "for contest COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier"

Poem Details | by Susan Gibson |
Categories: blue, childhood, grief, growing up, lost, pain, youth,

Young Innocence

Sweet dreams, soft and transparent,
Floated like feathers in the sky.
And through them could be seen all that ever was.
Or ever could be.

Naivete', shimmering and shining 
With rainbow light.

Unaware of the deadends
And the could have beens
And the dark and frightening
Nights of coming life

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, grief, lost love, missing you, mother daughter, youth,

SOPHIE'S TWO



She had a jewel around her neck
more valuable than anything
it was the birthday gift
she’d bought her daughter
when she turned two

Remembering Sophie’s eyes light up
and the joy as she clasped it
around her tiny neck
how proud Sophie looked
she shone with glee

Turned out Sophie’d never see
the coming of her next birthday
as she’d remain two forever
never growing up to be anything
but her mom’s precious little lady



posted on July 6, 2019


Poem Details | by Mark Toney |
Categories: age, death, life, old, perspective, youth,

Limited Immortality

The older we are
The more invisible by far
We seem to the younger mind
But soon they will see
What's known by you and me
We're only immortal for a limited time



***
Poetry notes: 
10/19/2019

Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: death, loss, war, youth,

Damn The Cause

So it had come to this
Death, at a bullets hiss

Hot shrapnel from o'er head
More brave boys joined the dead.

Eager, so full of pride
On the barbed wire they died

In their droves young men fell
Damn the cause... war is hell.







Entry for
Alexandrine - Modified Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
11/3/2020. Placed =1st.

Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: care, christian, courage, cry, faith, fear, god, grief, hope, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, smile, spiritual, strength, teen, teenage, thanks, uplifting, visionary, youth,

Strong Tears

Because tears are meant
To be a symbol of strength
Even in hard days.

Poem Details | by Blake Holland |
Categories: abuse, addiction, allusion, anger, anxiety, assonance, courage, crush, cry, death, deep, depression, desire, destiny, feelings, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, hate, health, heartbreak, heaven, how i feel, humanity, hurt, imagination, innocence, inspirational, lonely, music, passion, patriotic, peace, philosophy, political, poverty, power, prison, psychological, rap, rights, truth, usa, visionary, wisdom, youth,

I Don't Need Drugs

The only thing that is in my bong
is my gift of poetry and song.

Drugs are for thugs
that's hell in a nutshell.

I don't smoke
and I've never done coke.

Believe me
I know that I don't always tell thruth
and that I like to lie.
There has been enough brains fried.

Poet till I die.





Dedicated To All The Victims Of Addiction.



Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,

Happiness in a Wrong way

Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook

In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.

Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.

My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.

North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.

Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, christian, courage, cry, death, faith, god, grief, heart, hope, image, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, life, lost, love, lust, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, sad love, spiritual, strength, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, visionary, youth,

The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Poem Details | by Kevin Moran |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, change, christian, courage, cry, dark, emotions, faith, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, god, grief, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, joy, miracle, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teacher, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, uplifting, visionary, youth,

The Light

They praise me like a saint,
But I am a sinner;
They don't know the man they see.
I am an addict.
Broken eyes to ***********,
Only Jesus can set me free.
Only by His death on the cross
And the grace of His Father's love
Am I able to be set free.
With God as The Light,
The One and Only Light,
The Only Hope in sight,
Will I be set free.
I am free.

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

Lines of Comfort and Reassurance to My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food,
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all down and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (with wife in deed), never
can I be your white knight with steed;
but your sadness won't last forever,
if you pray for the one you need. 




Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: blue, death of a friend,

Board Games of our Youth B

Been about seven years
since iv'e seen them 
hanging like burnt grapes
deep in the throat of memory.
Black tie, black pants. black shoes
to go with the black smile of tomorrow's blues.

Close to a hundred years she lived take or give,
fifty people or so left to live in her wake...
funny little equation
get together over of buffet of death
blue words dance from ice blue faces
ancient hiccups to soothe the ages.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust
the grave digger leans into his spade
we've lingered much to long...
in the blackest of the blackest day



in the backwoods of the closet 
to frolick with the puzzle 
and board games 
of my youth.


Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: fire, grief, journey, sad, truth, youth,

Burning Man

Further down a slow, sad spiral I sought my 
youth in Truth's denial- contrary to fact, the 
hardest impact, the trek would take me 
ten-million miles! My strength depleted, my 
quest completed, I rest at last for a little 
while... 
Just give me grief beyond belief of which I 
may find no relief for soon I will tire with 
the wish to expire- Let the fire burn bright, 
yet brief!

Poem Details | by Dorlan Tiu |
Categories: career, grave, homework, humorous, school, teacher, youth,

Walking Dead

Numbness as I walk in halls
A heavy load in my hand I bear
Tome of the ancient past
Portrays a fog in my mind

Emptiness, void and vanity
As I look at zombies like me
Consumed by an epidemic...
Which left us cold-blooded

At the darkness of dusk
When the sun shines no more
I lie below the tombstone of my grave
Devoured by a sleepy hollow in my coffin

Vitality where are you?
Where are your streams of life? 
I' am lost, Where am I?
Oh wait, that's right
I'm in college


Poem Details | by The Grahamburglar |
Categories: abuse, corruption, death, race, racism, tree, youth,

Once A Poplar

Passive and watching, 
caught up in the crowd,
with chanting and torches,
all screaming so loud.

The wailing of women,
a pouting young child,
a rope o’er my shoulder,
eyes murderous and wild.

Hooded the ghouls,
in pristine white cloth.
Battered the young man,
in bloody red froth.

All this commotion
is horror and fright
The rope on my shoulder...
they’re drawing it tight.

Gasping and choking
and kicking of feet,
hollers and cheering,
the act is complete.

Oh, how did this happen?
It wasn’t to be.
I once was a poplar;
now the lynching tree.

06/13/15

Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: childhood, grave, growing up, life, recovery from, sad, youth,

I miss you

I miss you
Where did you go
So many years ago
Golden locks of love
Embracing the universe with your smile
Treading on the pavement
In your hand me downs
Blowing in the wind
With your stride
Your pride
With years by your side.

I miss you
Where have you been
Fearless endeavors
No worries of forever
Youth dripping down your porcelain face
Dancing in the moonlight
Laying under the stars
With no trace of abysmal scars.

I miss you
Dreamer of dreams
Poetic gleam
Melodies silent at the seams
Virtuous beauty with static on your mind
Building mysteries
One moment at a time.

I miss you
Age Seven.


By: Sabina Nicole


Contest: You're A Little Kid Again
Age 7

Poem Details | by Andrew Shannon |
Categories: absence, beautiful, bereavement, farewell, feelings, first love, for her, girl, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, moving on, pain, passion, relationship, sad, sad love, sorrow, woman, youth,

I See You Everywhere

What do I say now? Where do I start?
Without you beside me, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, know it isn't too smart
But I See You Everywhere, oh my poor heart

Love in her ways
She drifts slowly past me
A spring in her step
Oh she's moving too fastly
Upside down now
She turns my heart and soul
Reflecting in my mind
And in my heart, a hole
Every time she crosses my mind
I'm reminded of the pain
No chance to love her
She'll forget my name

So what do I say now? And where do I start?
Because without you beside me girl, I'm falling apart
Thinking of you, I know it isn't too smart
But I Still See You Everywhere, and oh my poor heart

Poem Details | by Del Higgs |
Categories: abortion, dark, death, youth,

Decisions

An unholy pink plus sign on the stick,
Oh think of what her admirers will say!
Contemplating ideas till she's sick.
When he finds out, will they still be okay?
 
Does she pay the price? Can she even dare?
Will she allow it to see the first day?
Terminate it now, or should she be fair?
Is she ready for the price she must pay?
 
What happened to that holy Christian girl?
Who once believed 'abstinence till marriage?'
Her present actions make her want to hurl.
Does her fate involve a baby carriage?
 
A decision is made, shaky fingers.
Violent trembling hands pull the trigger.

Poem Details | by Zamreen Zarook |
Categories: addiction, age, allah, anger, change, community, cry, dedication, fear, feelings, fire, god, grave, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, life, me, nice, pain, sad, sin, student, teen, teenage, thank you, today, truth, uplifting, wisdom, words, world, youth,

My Sins

My Sins – Zamreen Zarook

Oh God you are so gracious,
Am a guy who have done since in capacious,
At times I have being as a carnivorous,
But it charged ages to identify as dangerous.

Since are being committed behind the screen,
Even it started at my thirteen,
Mirrors used to say that I am evergreen,
Whereas my since were always unseen.

In enormous number I have executed,
But for every count, high privacy was aborted,
Simply because of your blessings we are bracketed,
If not, we are already being quoted.

Oh God, I understood your kindness,
Here after I won’t commit since in others absence,
However much chances I get to access,
I will always have heaven as my address.

Poem Details | by Asma Memon |
Categories: abuse, anger, death, deep, wisdom, youth,

And they went

They went in the lap of dreams
Blood! Blood! everywhere..
Cries are so loud; mourn itself is grieving 
Mothers are quiet; longing and holding their bellies 
 Blood! Blood! everywhere..
Humanity is dead; humans are dead
Flowers are dull; colors are fading
Blood! Blood! everywhere..
Stop this war; we demand peace 
You think its for the sake of religion?
Blood! Blood! everywhere..
Denunciate yourself; ask where you stand
You! yourself is a victim ferociousness
 Blood! Blood! everywhere..
And they went.. Innocence is brutality slayed
Blood! Blood! everywhere..

Poem Details | by Alex Calatayud |
Categories: abuse, anger, anti bullying, depression, grief, self, youth,

The Healer

She wanted to lock herself away
and question her world view,
she wanted to cry out the pain
and scream at the world too.

Like her tears the rain had come
coming from all around,
here she was, suffering,
and no one hears a sound.

She began to line herself with marks,
like her pain that would stay awhile.
All her joy had slipped away
with nothing left to make her smile.

She stashed away her healer
to save for another rainy day,
the clouds began to move again
and slowly faded away.

Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: death, hurt, lost love, youth,

The Sick Feeling

Shards of glass
Peirce the depths of
My stomach.
Exposing the reality
Humanity,
Vulnerability,
Of
Life.


By: Sabina Nicole

Poem Details | by Nokulunga Mazibuko |
Categories: cry, day, death, youth,

To be or not to

to be or not to be
a question hamlet asked..
to reveal and let others see 
the pain that he masked
hamlet,how alike are you and I?
not in situation but in soul
in the end , will we both die
giving away to the deep dark hole
poisoned  by the the pain so real
that touches every part
numbing us till we start not to feel
the beating in our heart
to be or not to be
to be or not to be…


Poem Details | by Suyash Saxena |
Categories: absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,

Last Sonnet



Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.


Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.