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Poem Details | by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories: age, angst, bereavement, body, change, crazy, stress,

PrEmAtUrE aGiNg

pReMaTuRe AgInG
an older woman and a younger man are a trix in between because as his love blooms he sees himself aging. _________________________|
penned on august 31, 2014!

Poem Details | by Shelley Murray-Foreman |
Categories: death, fear, time, time,

A welcome end

As I stand here waiting For Death to come to me I smile because it's my only hope Of ever being free. Free from the waking nightmare That will never cease Or stop Until the sands of time run out On the ever ticking clock. And then the black cloaked figure Scythe drawn and eyes bright white Tells me I've done my time on Earth It's time to face the light.

Poem Details | by olusegun Arowolo |
Categories: allegory, life,


There is no place to hide,He`s a king we have to face,
Whether pretty or ugly ,He remains the same,
He`s fearless but meek;young and old he will embrace,
Loved by aged, riches and pride he will put to shame.

Contest:"Chastushka me" sponsored by Dr.Ram Mehta

Poem Details | by Angela Richardson |
Categories: death, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, sorry, teen, me, me, murder,

Murder & Love

Sorry cant take back destruction
Sorry can't take back the lies
Sorry cant take the knife out your heart
I murder your feelings and what we started 
Guilt is what I feel when I look in your eyes
After all the lies, rumors,stories you still love me
My crime makes me look at myself different
I don't know can I be the same person 
you were the victim and I'm the killer
Evertime I have sometime good I destroy it 
I murder your trust,love,passion for me
It's killing me more inside
It's making me want to take my own life 
because I destroyed someone's else.

Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: funny, life, people, social, sympathy,

Virgin or Not, Don't Just Touch It

O, touch me not, leave me, I plead
For the safety of your own fatty butt
Like me, bear in mind, King David
He killed a giant, with a single shot

Poem Details | by shreyash sarang |
Categories: emotions, grief, strength,

Fake Armour

Tough, rigid and strong  
It saves me for the time 
Its an Armour for tempest 
It keeps me calm and mime.... 
Others are pleased to see 
Its there to protect me 
The truth alone i know  
How weak and fake i be.... 
My expedition to search 
Left incomplete with no metal.... 
Made it out of plastic  
It broke and lost the battle .... 
But i have to stay calm  
Shouldn't face the fight 
As i lose all the time  
And left as loser in their sight.... 
Aye, i get some thwack  
I'm hit with a strong hammer  
Please get me rid of this  
Shiny, heavy and fake Armour.......

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: education, endurance, engagement, eulogy, eve, evil,

the voice of Norway

The voice of Norway 
It was there 
At the border 
A gray mass of stones
Between two countries
One country
Wanted to give it away
As a good will gesture
But the people
Those who didn`t know
The mountain existed 
Said NO
We will not give away
 A pebble
Of our nation 
There was waving flags
The authority relented
Took the offer back 
The people had spoken 
With a narrow- minded 
Nationalistic fervour 

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 Shari Larson |
Categories: death, faith, life, loss,

Demon Trails

A lifeless body twitching
lying on the ground
With blood and guts folding out
among the cold firm ground

Your wounded eyes beam among
the image on a cross
Thinking of the ones you love
and the life that you had lost

Trying to breathe is getting hard
knowing you talk to much
But you ask God for one last prayer
families heart you wish to touch

You have explored down demon trails
and made up very well
But seeing you forgave no one
you will follow their trails to hell