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Poem Details | by Sanderline Fleury |
Categories: betrayal, care, career, change, childhood, confusion, courage, cry, depression, discrimination, faith, feelings, forgiveness, girl, grief, growing up, inspiration, jealousy, judgement, loneliness, lonely, strength, suicide, teen, teenage, truth,

read this please

They hate you because your you
They make up lies and call it true
They're fake behind your back
Hoping someday that you'll crack.

They hate you because your real.
no matter what they say you always heal
They're surprised to see you rise,
That you're not affected by all these lies

They hate you because you smile at them
It shows them that your a real gem
You are always true and do your best :)
Sometimes these haters just cant test

They hate you for no reason
Despite it all, you smile
whatever the reason
At the end of the day
All i'm gonna say
All i plan to be 

-Sanderline Fleury :)

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 James Fraser |
Categories: career, conflict, death, loss, patriotic, war, work,

Tanka 3

silently I lie awaiting I await thee a wry smirk greets me sighted precision confirms sporadic crimson now speaks

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 RUDOLPH RINALDI |
Categories: age, career, death, life,

waiting alone for the final bell

kiss the canvas
take the full count 
stay down
till they’re all gone
and you’re standing alone 
in the middle of the ring
waiting alone 
for the final  bell.

Poem Details | by The Didds |
Categories: career, death,

Cuba burns while Castro Fidels

Farewell then Fidel Castro
You have come to the end of your show
With Che and a cigar you seemed so cool
But over Cuba you no longer Raúl ...

Poem Details | by Kaaviya Baskaran |
Categories: bereavement, care, career, military, patriotic,

My Promise, My Nation

The sky was lit by blinding light
But, not sunlight
The panorama was painted with darting pellets
But, not of rain rivulets
The ground quivering under flitting feet
But, not earthquake
The horizon hung with billowing smoke
But, not pillows of fluffy clouds
The constant bombing sounds bombarded my ears
But, not fireworks
As I looped in my shoestrings and gathered my rifle
My eyes yearned for an eyeful of that rodent-bitten snapshot
Stifling a sob that pained my heart,
Knowing I kept my promise for the nation before I depart...

Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: adventure, birth, business, career, character, death, success,







Sponsor:	                Dave Wood
Contest Name:   	Life is what YOU make it! 
Entry Date:              Thu, March 06, 2014
Motif:                        Life is what YOU make it!

Poem Details | by Norman Crocker |
Categories: career, death,

3 Old Men

3 old men
sit in funeral home

Poem Details | by C.M. Davidson-Pickett |
Categories: career, conflict, death, freedom, patriotic, war,


Honestly, I do not know how to exist most days.
I survive each day, with memories of,
Damages done in battle.
Destruction, chaos, horror;
Everywhere I turn I see violence and death.
Nightmares haunt me every night.

Wounded warrior, you cannot see my scars.
Over there is where my mind returns to;
Useless is how I feel sometimes when the tears flow.
No, you may never understand my battle,
Demons surround me always, invading every safe place.
Survivor; I served for freedom’s sake.

© 2014 CM Davidson

Poem Details | by DAVID WAWERU |
Categories: abortion, break up, career, death, heartbreak, hurt, prison,


Why this day you break
The only productive twig 
The giver of life to many 
A shelter to the birds 
Of different kinds and color 
Not even a tear you wipe 
Your eyes dry like charcoal 
In love you were with it 
All gone never to be 
Not even a seed you protected 
To continue the twig life 
Why think its cursed? 
Yet the best it produces 
Even in dry or wet seasons 
The twig will grow stronger 
In another world. 
A new person will till 
Till fully grown to produce

Poem Details | by Ryan Tyler |
Categories: bereavement, career, change, eulogy, farewell, leaving, thank you,

Paramedic 25388

Its a new day.
The clouds have parted.
I see a brand new way.
Hell has frozen over.
The demon has been slain.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I feel joy I haven't felt.
I've been released from the fray.
I've tossed the shield.
Burned the blood soaked uniform.
I finally feel as if I'll be okay.
No more the violence.
No more the sadness and the pain.
No more internal acid rain.
I've called my last death.
Ill never again; 
walk in nightmares;
and shoulder the damage.
Ill never again;
hold myself to blame.
Tears of relief fall.
I've checked out of that horrific game.

-Angel Fatale-

Poem Details | by Timothy Aull |
Categories: addiction, bereavement, bible, birth, care, career, crazy, depression, how i feel, life, loneliness, lost, lost love, love, me, metaphor,


Lost in thought.
Lost in prayer.
Lost in life.
I know not where I am going.
I know not why I care.
Who can know what tomorrow brings.
Who can foretell the future.
No one can for sure.
Not I.
No Not I.
All that I know is that I am lost.
And find the words I know to be inadequate to tell.
To tell you how I feel.
To tell you how I care.
I can only hope my prayers will reach you.
I can only dream that you'll understand.
For if I am lost you'll find me.
For that is what you promised you would do.
I believe you'll keep your promise.
Because you have before.
I will close my eyes now.
And rest in fact that when you find me.
I am lost.
Lost no more.

Poem Details | by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories: bereavement, career, character, fear, leadership, religious,


In peak summer,frightening dark an Arabian night,

Khalif Omar busy,putting his things in black and white,

Under an oil lamp throwing not much but little light,

Suddenly gained access his room his wife with Omar to sit,

Omar screwed his hand and ceased the lamp that let to lit,

Why?asked his wife,Omar in a voice like from a well or a deep pit,

Oil from the state's coffers not to burn for others,said Omar bit,

This teaches a lesson for all in power to make their seats proper and fit!


Poem Details | by laurie mahoney |
Categories: angst, anxiety, career, corruption, courage, how i feel, leaving,

Death By Office

The maddening click of key strokes
The shrilling of the phones
The crunch of crumbling paper balls
Slices to the bone
The dull humming of the copier
Four million paper clips
The smell of tacky wite out 
So sick of all of it
It's like sitting in a coffin
This tomb with three gray walls
Choking on monotony
In a stifling, dreamless stall
I need to find the exit
Won't be like all of them
A dead eyed walking corporate corpse 
Fake smiles, no brain stems
I know I need to hurry
Before they bury me away
And I become a pro quo victim
Soulless zombie for the pay

Poem Details | by glenn peirson |
Categories: cancer, career, death, metaphor, science,


Cancer may redefine your life
	or cause you to do so

	but it does not define you

It is not you, by definition
	in fact it is the anti-you

It may invade, destroy, usurp
	your physical self
may distort, cloud, hijack
	your mind
may jaundice and weaken
	your emotional state

	but it does not touch your spirit
	cannot affect your soul

(April 1, 2009)

Glenn Peirson, July 22/65 - November 10/2009
managed by Ellyn Peirson, mother

Poem Details | by John Hall |
Categories: adventure, anti bullying, career, character,

Garry Owens has died

Garry Owens has died . He was the ghost of space !

He was the guy who traveled with jan and jace !

He had the inviso belt & the power bands !

He fawt metallas & lorrack , with his bair hands !

He had the phantom cruiser as his ship !

He put super hot hot sauce on his chips ! 

He played cards with zandor & allso with mytor !

And he hung out with that giant jeenee shazzam !

And I du beleve he was a fan of wham !...

Poem Details | by Henry Victor |
Categories: career, change, character, daughter, death, dedication, journey,

hope: merge with the large

money, always, easily slipped
through my fingers
lands that i tried to own also slid
quickly from my hand

the bed i slept in the night
someone else secretly
occupied in the day

the juvenile bird i cuddled
in my bosom
to give warm comfort and a nest
flew away to build her own

my remains too, soon
the fire will consume
leaving, perhaps, my soul
to merge with that larger soul
that welcomingly smiles
from behind the veil

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: break up, butterfly, career, change,

death in the forenoon

Death In The afternoon  

The field mouse 
 So dolce
Sleeping in 
A blue flower 
The woman who took 
This adorable picture
Also had a
On the sofa it poured 
And the lady will
 Never know 
What the cat did to 
The mouse
As there are things
 Cats do not care 
To us sensitive humans 

Poem Details | by Michelle Born |
Categories: body, career, death, earth, funeral, poetry, soldier,


I walk in the cemetery and I see all the marble head stones
So many lives six feet under and by now have turned to bones,

You often wonder what these souls did while they were living
How many of them were taken to soon and what they were giving,

The mystery is has all these spirits gone to the other side
There may be a chosen few whom still want to hide,

I wonder what were all these people like
I am sure some of them loved to ride bikes,

At one time their souls were all whole
After their deaths the body was left and it turned stone cold.

Written By: Unique Poetry...2009

Poem Details | by Romeo Moses |
Categories: career, faith, fate, grief, hope,

It is what it is

If it is,
it is.
please be kind to your instincts,
they distinct what it is from what isn't

if it was not,
it is still a thought.
remind your mind,
to keep on the grind.

Poem Details | by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: bird, career, death, natural disasters, political, pollution, society,

Canary Ivanka

Buy your coal mine canary
From Ivanka's Canary Shop
You'll know you bought a bargain
When it does The Canary Flop

Tomahawk missile launches
Ensure a mining boom
So canary songs can linger
Like when Elvis left the room

So buy your coal mine canary
(Ivanka's are the best)
Knowing birds and colliers
Shall find eternal rest!

Poem Details | by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: career, death,

Rock hard

Four and a half ton, unforgiving and cold, 
Hard rock he had to shift,
Four and a half ton of rigid and round, 
So relentlessly futile to lift,

Up the side of the cliff, alone by himself, 
No help from any machine,
Every day of his life, he pushed at this rock,
This struggle his daily routine,

And, without him knowing, his work, rest and play, 
Had become a tragic sad fight,
That beat him down, in an impossible match,
A match that took all of his might,

Till, by the end of his days, after giving his life, 
He stood, just bare skin and bone, 
And he turned around to his professional career, 
With a rock that was now his head stone.

Poem Details | by Shawn Gardner |
Categories: absence, anger, bereavement, betrayal, career, conflict, depression,


Alone is a mans heart when he loves
somebody and they don't even know
he exists.
Alone is how a man feels when he 
goes to bed at night and their is nobody
next to him to hold and love.
Alone is what a man of Hardcore wanted
but, now that man wants that one 
person, that one Angel to hold, to protect,
and love.
Alone is a man who doesn't understand

    Shawn Gardner 07/08/2005

Poem Details | by URVASHI GOSWAMI |
Categories: allusion, career, fate, grave, growth, inspiration, sleep,


Dusky cold early morning
Could hear the sound of drizzling on the windowpane
While falling into deep sleep tried all night long
Just then,
Something whispered into my ear in deep husky vocal
That you are going to make it soon just a few steps more and I’ll be there
With bated breathe I abruptly opened my eyes and could see nothing in dim yellow street light coming through the transparent window glass 
Then I get back normal and realized that
It was My Time waiting for me across this Time!