Poem Details | by
DARREN WATSON |
Categories:
funny, mum, , cute,
Trying something new , If you think you see something or someone you recognise
It is purely coincidental.
I met a romantic queen
and made love to her in a dream
Her mum said Put him down
Drive him out of town
You've no idea where he's been
I have a friend named A.D.
I adore all of her poetry
Her writing puts me to shame
but when she mentions my name
I feel like she's flirting with me.
A beautiful lady named Nette
Said she wouldn't be kissed for a bet
but a gentleman I aint
If I kissed her she'd faint
and she'd be forever in my debt.
Our very good friend Tim
Swore a beautiful woman was stalking him
but since he's been missing
He's discovered French kissing
Now our chances of finding him are slim.
I know a young lady named SKAT
When she makes love, She purrs like a cat
She is such a cute kitten
I admit I am smitten
and I wouldn't mind hearing that.
We have a beautiful friend named F.J.
I asked what she knew about kissing one day
I could tell from her wink
She knows more than we think
and a lot more than she's willing to say.
LOL
I'll work on it
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
clothes, humorous,
He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the man of my dreams
2/07/18
A square peg into a round slot
A dreamy man he sure is not
Gawd he's wearing pink
Give me one more drink
Maybe after he'll be hot-to-trot
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
I couldn't wait to go on my first blind date
Maybe we would hit it off, it could just be fate
He was not my dream guy
And he didn't wear a tie
His jeans was tight and his name was Nate
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
He danced like a loon in the lights
Hell, it was one of those nights
I wished I had dreamed
But sadly he seemed
Like a head-banging ostrich in tights
WRITTEN BY JONATHAN FRENCH
Too bad he was no Russel Crowe
When in tights, he makes the dames glow!
His toned thighs show good,
Dressed as Robin Hood,
In skinny jeans, gal's eyes, stay glued so
WRITTEN BY TAAI TEKAI
But those tight pink jeans done him no good
And had a terrible effect on his manhood
His bulge didn't show
Girls don't want to know
He solved it with a large piece of wood.
(Inspired by Taai's poem)
I asked him why he wore pink
He said well it makes the girls blink
I wear em' tight by choice
Cos it squeakens my voice
I'm not your average hunk,don't you think
In the restaurant on the chair he did sit
His pink jeans were too tight and they split
His face it went red
He wished he was dead
And needed his napkin to cover his man bit.
WRITTEN BY TOM CUNNINGHAM
My blind date just loves to wear tights
and wears them all daytime and nights
they cling to his thighs
and its no surprise
his falsetto singing delights
He impersonates the Bee Gees
And sings with such expertise
His real name is Larry
But calls himself Barry
Oh Larry is such a great tease
INSPIRED BY TOM CUNNINGHAM - WRITTEN BY JAN
In tight pink jeans he thought he looked divine
He spun around and said, "Damn, I look fine!"
I was jealous as could be
Because I could plainly see
His butt looked better in tight jeans than mine!!!
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
My date lacked in looks and in class,
Second date? I was ready to pass,
But, the meal halfway through,
He came back from the loo,
With my sweet face tattooed on his.elbow!
WRITTEN BY NINA PARMENTER
My blind date from nineteen sixty-nine
To this very day, she's still totally blind.
To this day she thinks I'm a girl,
to this day she's still my pearl
Truth, I now think she knows, how kind.
A blind date of mine wore jeans.
Not one stitch in any seams
I have got to confess,
I was in a right mess,
This wasn't one of those dreams
WRITTEN BY MICK TALBOT
IF YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE FUN THEN PLEASE SOUP MAIL ME OR LEAVE YOUR LIMERICK AND I'LL COPY IT FROM YOUR COMMENT
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
humorous, poetry,
My penchant for writing was showing
The comments I received were ‘glowing’
But at the end of the day
I get another N/A
My success in contests is slowing!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ON 1st September 2016
PLEASE FEEL FREE TO PUT YOUR CONTRIBUTION IN A COMMENT OR SOUP MAIL IT TO ME
Winners winners everywhere but not a one for me
Sadness is a heavy burden over my N/A poetry
I'll blame all my losses
on the judging albatrosses
I think I'll toss them all into the depths of the sea
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
The contest was posted as judged
To open that link, my mouse trudged
My write was not there!
I knew, with despair,
To NA trash bin it was nudged!
WRITTEN BY SANDRA HAIGHT
Never say never again
for time will soon erase that pain
Dry your tears ,don't be sad,
who is to say what's good or bad
Someone else might love your refrain
WRITTEN BY BRIAN STRAND
I checked the list not once but twice
It wasn't there to my suffice
I sulk my head
Then cry in bed
That mean old judge she isn't nice
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Wrote one that was such fun to read
To a contest I posted full speed
People thought it a hoot .
It was given the boot
Tell me what must I do to succeed!
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
I entered a new contest today
I didn't make the list, got N/A
That has to be so wrong
My praise was a mile long
The judge was out of it on that day
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
There are contests you'll never win
You'll lose before you even begin
So don't waste your time
With your best rhymes
You'll just be tossed in the N/A bin!
WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY
My words meant so much when first written
So glowing the praise they were get 'in
From the published results
I endured such insults
That my dream of a Pulitzer lay smitten
WRITTEN BY CHARLIE SMITH
I once wrote a poem that fit
All the contest descriptionsAnd it
Was praised with much grace
I was hopeful to place,
But completely forgot to submit!
WRITTEN BY AGNES KRAMPE
I put my N/As in a row
Was like a long queue to a show!
Some resigned shrugging,
Bit of sighing ‘n frowning,
But such fun, so here again I go!
WRITTEN BY SAN WOO
For new contests, these poems I write,
The others feel my writing is bright,
But when the results come out,
My name is Nowhere About,
For the judge has found it Not Alright.
WRITTEN BY JO DANIEL
My inspiration for words are on track
I pat myself on the back
What the hack, I cracked
Another N/A I’ve racked
No more entries for this maniac
WRITTEN BY EVE ROPER
As a poet wannabe, and new to this space
enthusiastic by a 1-3 place, and grace,
I feel bad for the true poets here,
My apologies but kiss my rear,
This is tongue and cheek, I’m here for the race!
Never knew what N/A did mean,
As I’m pretty new to the scene,
I'm back to support Jan,
Now folks that’s a TRUE fan
Better limericks I haven’t seen
WRITTEN BY MARK PAUL VAN DER MERWE
A funny poem I had written
Fit I thought for a competition
I'd celebrate with bacon -
The sponsor was mistaken!
A N/A has made me stay hidden
WRITTEN BY TEDDY KIMATHI
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Poem Details | by
john freeman |
Categories:
funny
For: Scavenger Hunt
In Honor of: ~Constance~Rambling Poet
Rambling around in a traffic jam,
Poetess naked and on the lam.
Constance’s very neat trick,
Behind a thin chopstick,
In the buff, dreaming a bluff, dream scam!!
Though diligently she did try,
`T was a failure to dignify,
By her most classic stance,
For without any pants,
Did lose her chance she had to buy!!
Note: From Constance's Poem "Traffic Jam"
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Poem Details | by
Tony Ajah |
Categories:
social, dream, dream,
A place that gives wings to my dreams
And hushes my fears, worries and screams
Where I’d develop stronger wings to fly
Rising so higher, touching the blue sky
That I dream and pray it ends not as dream
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Poem Details | by
harry horsman |
Categories:
fun,
Sir Leonard Hutton famous for cricket
Idolized him yet we played in the snicket
His bat willow three springs and all
Ours a joke no umpire to call
Yet did dream of 'Lords' having took a wicket.
© Harry J Horsman 2015
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Poem Details | by
BL DEVNATH |
Categories:
dream, funny, simile,
in my childhood i had a dream
now time to my tongue's best cream
i am selected as S.Gof United Nations
among many i am one of the patients
yesterday's my face book shows that theme
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Poem Details | by
Janet Vick |
Categories:
funny,
Oh Cupid! You still looking? It’s me...
Where’s my dream man? You know...muscled he.
And some brains would be nice,
otherwise, no lice,
fumigating has caused allergy.
That stupid pig was NOT company.
He just grunted and rooted, you see.
Take that thing you call bow
and bring my man in tow.
Oh Cupid, where’s the love pin for me?
The lawn regrew from your fiery blaze.
I forgive you, the alcohol raze...
Ev’ry year, I’m older,
so Cupid, I’m bolder!
Justifiable, menopause phase!
Janet Vick
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Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
funny
We dream of a fling with a blonde
With red heads and brunettes we'd abscond
Yes--carried away!
But if her locks be gray
Our minds with hair dye can be conned
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Poem Details | by
Mindy Gregersen |
Categories:
sympathysad, time,
She devoted her time to poetry and blogs
Addressing his many nonexistent flaws
As if his was the family, being neglected
While she refused to address his rejection
And became something too sad to even mock
You see, Dawn had succumbed to her invective
Unmedicated and overprotective
But of all the wrong things -
The lies about herself she struggled to maintain
And an impossible dream objective
And so, Dawn rots away
Her own twisted mind's slave
Spending time on a man who will never love her
Of whose affections, she is quite sure
While the ones who do care about her are estranged
She thinks only of herself
And ignores her child's wails
Mocks her husband's needs
She is the epitome of greed
And of failing mental health
Her words against him are an inner reflection
Of the emptiness that has become her own life's direction
She gets more repulsive as she pines away
And her husband is tempted to stray
But she thinks he is a fool to her deception
And most of us caught in her narrative live on
While she babbles like a moron
Taking her hate and lies wherever she can
To try and further convict an innocent man
Oh, what a sad old witch, that Dawn!
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Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
allegory, dream, wisdom,
When unsurpassed greed's uncontrolled
King Midas' story be told!
The steps to his stash
Cast his daughter for cash
She's an allegory of gold
Author's note: I had a vivid dream a few nights ago Part of it included a feeling that I needed to check my personal stash of valuables I thought the items were locked in the basement However, when I came to the door to the staircase leading down expecting it to be locked, it was ajar I opened it all the way, and there was a child coming up the steps We looked at each other, and the child tumbled down the stairs and appeared dead It was a terrible feeling The poem above is one interpretation of what I might have been trying to tell myself There are other interpretations as well However, I am left with the idea that our society's focus on the material is destroying our love for each other and our families This is a huge problem for me and has taken a lot of my thought time over the past few days Meanwhile, I tell myself to enjoy each day, and I try.
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Poem Details | by
Russell Sivey |
Categories:
dream, life, star,
I desire to enter the light of the dream world
Where everything has hope, so I may get the girl
The stars all shine above
Giving off a special love
Nothing is as bright as the star that gives a twirl
Russell Sivey
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Poem Details | by
ilene bauer |
Categories:
funny,
A pool player taking a snooze
Had a dream that his match he would lose.
Since his bladder would squeeze
He was minding his pees
But he should have been minding his cues!
for Andrea's "Show Me the Funny" contest
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Poem Details | by
Kim Merryman |
Categories:
funny,
I dreamt I was a princess fair,
With beautiful long blonde hair;
But when the alarm clock rang,
Out of bed I sprang
And my dream disappeared in thin air.
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Poem Details | by
Dolly Bhaskaran |
Categories:
father,
When we look outside
we can see many things
Money ,material,luxury,
fashion,people, celebrities
We dream about what we see
We try to get the things we see
There will be competition and envious
to get the things and we aim high
and we forget about who we are.
When we look inside we just see
the opposite of what we see outside.
When we look into ourselves it is easy to find
who we are and what is our purpose of our life.
When we look inside we see the good and bad things,
right and wrong things clearly and able to distinguish.
We are in peace and love when we look inside,
when we look outside we do not have the time,.
because we are rushing to get the external things
When we are really awaken we try to look inside,
and lead a healthy peaceful and happy life.
Adikaran 15/10/12
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Poem Details | by
JAN ALLISON |
Categories:
boyfriend, humorous, jealousy,
Eric’s revitalised me and my home
Over his body my fingers would roam
He’s great at fixing and gluing
Expert at banging and screwing
I’m so happy that I sparkle like chrome
All my friends are pretty jealous of me
They ring with jobs asking ‘Is Eric free’…
He may be a handy man
But he belongs to me Jan
If he’s home late he gets the third degree!
09~03~16
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
My goodness, Jan! Why are you being so greedy?
You should share Eric with friends who are needy
You can't stake a claim
On the heat of his flame
Eric's hot and we all want a share of that sweetie.
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
I race in my chair, scoop up Eric
And off we both go, and I kick
His helmet aside
I then smile wide
Darren's house will soon look pretty slick
WRITTEN BY DARREN WHITE
Jan asked me to work on her walls,
Quite simply because I am tall,
But my balance was poor,
Almost fell to the floor,
Good job that she was holding my legs
THIS CHEEKY LITTLE NUMBER WAS WRITTEN BY VIV WIGLEY
Hi, I just got your number from Jan
Get back with me as fast as you can
My house is an awful sight
It could probably take all night
You never know what else I may plan
WRITTEN BY ALEXIS Y
A plasterer is just what I need
Take your time Eric don't speed
Am watching your butt move
Like melons in a groove
A cold shower is needed full speed
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
I better go stop up my sink
Then I'll change into something pink
When he gets on his back
I'll rub that six pack
And tell him what I really think.
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
Mouth has become bigger and bigger
And thinks he is pretty like Trigger
Really has case of low self-esteem
Only for self is such a great dream
Rest of him will have to go figure.
WRITTEN BY JAMES HORN
I remember that man known as Eric
He does make your life so atmospheric
The one who can fix anything
Never let him make your heart sing
Because he has a lover named Derek
WRITTEN BY VLADISLAV RAVEN
I heard rumors this hunk is a Monk
That theory I hereby debunk
Once at a party we tippled
Eric, he wriggled and rippled
while I played with his elephant's trunk!
WRITTEN BY H PENELOPE SWIFTLOCK
Talk talk talk is all that I hear
Don't be shy there's nothing to fear
Fix it I will
No need to shrill
I lost my shirt I must go bare.
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
Now ladies to be fair to me,
Please consider me on my knee,
I have a six pack in the fridge,
And a beer belly like a bridge,
Built for comfort and speed you see
This latest craze about six pack Eric,
Is only temporarily magnetic,
An insult to real men alike,
Leave and get on your bike,
You make the beer belly men hysteric
BOTH POEMS WRITTEN BY MARK PAUL VAN DER MERWE
When Eric came down with the flu
There was nothing much he could do
So when Jan's car wouldn't start
I rushed over with the part
And I gave her a tune up too
WRITTEN BY JOSEPH MAY
And now Jan is dressing quite spiffy
But thoughts of her leaving, quite iffy
Cause while she’s at work
His tool goes berserk
Which means he’ll be HERE in a jiffy!
WRITTEN BY NICOLA BYRNE
IF ANYONE IS TEMPTED TO WRITE A LIMERICK AND MAKE IT INTO A COLLABORATION FEEL FREE!!!
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Poem Details | by
Archana Garg |
Categories:
dream, husband, life, wife,
All night I dream of life without wife,
Peaceful and heavenly, without any strife
No scolding, no nagging,
Like ‘sake’ I’m having.
Alas! Its morning and gone my life.
Dt 23/02/14
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Poem Details | by
cheryle sanders |
Categories:
funny,
I dream of a fantasy vacation
At a steamy, exotic location
I’d pound Monkey's Martini
In my polka dot bikini
And sip water for added hydration.
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Poem Details | by
T Wignesan |
Categories:
devotion, religious, religious, drug,
Limerick : Once a President of Bolivia
Once a President of Bolivia
Frothed oblanceolate green saliva
Must dream was Ashoka*
On Andes throne Inca
That’s how COCA-cola drug India.
*ASHOKA, bcirca 304 BCE (reigned: 273-232 BCE): King of Magadha,
was the first great commoner Buddhist Emperor
of India which, then, extended from Afghanistan
to Bengal, and from Nepal to Southern Deccan.
Among his recorded edicts : concern for the peoples’
welfare ; medical attention for the needy ; arboured
thoroughfares ; nomination of officers to oversee
morality and magistrates ; forbade the slaughter of
animals for food or for religious purposes ; required
the reconciliation of all religious tendencies ; wanted
everyone to practice compassion and charity towards
one another and to follow the laws of the Dharma or
Righteousness ; and drew attention to the vanity of
glory and emphasised the supreme aim of Life itself
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
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Poem Details | by
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
funny,
Kim shared a room with a tiger
Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
24th December, 2014
Kim shared a room with a tiger
He was from Niamey of Niger
They sang La Nigérienne
In this hotel Vientiane
And they dreamt the dream of Eiger
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Poem Details | by
Nitesh Aggarwal |
Categories:
childhood, children, funny,
There once was a dream in my sleep
I was out in the fields with my sheep
I wanted to pee
Let it out with glee
I woke up with in a puddle in my keep.
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Poem Details | by
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
introspection
One Pisces Woman
Compassionate and imaginative,
A fun, fickle, Pisces prerogative,
One day saving the world.
The next lives a dream world.
But, reality is indecisive.
© August 8, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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Poem Details | by
TIMOTHY CARTER |
Categories:
christian, confusion, courage, faith,
The days seem so much closer together now , It is hard to keep upMonths click by me like weeks Is this my time running out.
I seem to lose things more often then I remember annd sometimes I need help Am I going to forget it all before my time runs out.
So many more soreness it seems and I am sleeping alot Will I sleep my days away?
My dreams are confusing to me , I sometimes am not sure what is dream and what is real It wont matter cause my time has run out.
It's a wonderful thing this life we have , But it is much better when your time runs outThat' what this life's aboutFlow with time and dont worry about time running out
Tac
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Poem Details | by
shane solomon |
Categories:
funny, music, people,
I once had a dream of a girl that sang pop
She was only 16 dressed like a slut, so we called her prosti-tot
She went crazy and spiraled down,
Did a music video with a depressing clown
And as for the singer, Thank God! her career finally stopped
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Poem Details | by
sadaf syed |
Categories:
daughter, dream, dream,
Everyday she walks more than a mile,
Through the woods to live her dream for a while.
With friends, to enjoy, to play,
After school, longer her stay.
When she starts towards home, she loses her smile.
She walks on a path she has always known,
Still it seemed a nightmare, all alone.
Though Scared of what would befall,
Went on ahead,after all
She clutched in her hand , a sacred stone.
Clouded skies,everything seems a blur,
But beyond the field is a light, no err.
An end to tonight's worries,
To dream on mom's lap, hurries
Who is at the window, waiting for her.
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Poem Details | by
Ako Henshaw |
Categories:
dream,
Like it or not it is the best place to be in the MORNING.
The mimosa; often where I did meet MOURINE.
Pretty thing, she caught me with her charm as she danced the "HOLA"
In a trance, her cold lips whispered in my ear "DARLING"
Gosh 'twas just a dream stolen by the vapid noise of the STARLING.
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
dream,
Had a crazy dream last night in my bunk
Was an amazingly handsome Hollywood Hunk
Girls kept hounding me
For my bod to see
Don't blame them, got some amazing he-man junk
© Jack Ellison 2016
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Poem Details | by
Mary Nagy |
Categories:
adventure, childhood, funny, life,
There once was a boy we called chase-face
he dreamed of reaching outer space.
With this dream in his heart
our family will part
and this boy we never could replace.
We all dreaded that day late in June
when we knew he would fly to the moon.
So a party we had
even though we were sad
as the countdown was scheduled for noon.
Chase couldn't get rid of the grin
or the drool that was right on his chin.
He was laughing so loud
while we stood watching proud.
His journey would finally begin.
The trip was a total success.
Of course, we expected no less.
We've done all we can.
He now is a man
and all that he sees he will bless
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Poem Details | by
Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis |
Categories:
longing,
From my window, I saw spring flowers
Kissed by morning's radiance
You were my cloud of joy
Touching me with your charm
You awakened me from dream to thee
Love was in the air when I looked up
A moment of clarity sparkled
Love's rebirth arrived with you, my love
You illuminated the chambers of my heart
You, like kaleidoscopic pastels
Of spring flowers graced my space
In visions, with your loveliness, capturing me
I was in transit
Yet, sifting through pages of time
Again you emerged; as I unearth my symbol of love
Letters and numbers were blessings in disguise
A printed flower called Jacqueline, graced sheets of white
Your voice became a sweet soothing sound to my soul
I sat in awe, poised with pen on sheets of white
There you were, as pure as precious luck
Or is it, we should stay in touch?
*
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Poem Details | by
Angeline Haikutwinkle |
Categories:
god, inspiration, philosophy,
I gaze at the approaching thunderstorm
and inhale the earthly scent of rainstorm
Her tears
as spears
is like a million blows on human fears
I ponder awhile beneath the lit-up sky
then words start rolling & a prayer is sent up high
I wish for peace
for all fighting to cease
and then the sky beckons with shades of cerise
I loose the heart and soul on mankind
it's easy to lose faith without God's sign
When lost
we toss
the beauty of his creation for lust and greed
Then I witness the miracles of life stories
coincidences that appear and save lives
His wisdom
for our kingdom
is unfathomable for our limited visions
If only we can soar with his visions
Like an eagle on a wind's rhythm!
A mirror response to Mystic Rose's poem below:
I watch the splendor of a shooting star
and breathe the beauty of a hum-guitar
Her light
in flight
is like a million lanterns on a cooling night
I dream awhile beneath the tarp of heaven
then close my eyes & slowly count to seven
I wish in true
for souls renew
and soon I’m covered in night’s dew
I loose the mind and pry his realm
it`s an expedience of God’s mystic dream
When free
I see
the beauty of his creation for all eternity
I watch the splendor of a bird in flight
and breathe the beauty of a blessed night
His wings
they sing
to me of freedom, and all a night can bring;
If only we can learn to sing
Like a Cardinal on a string!
Written by: Mystic Rose
June 24, 2015
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fantasy,
Had a dream last night, I was the ruler of a land
Made weekends four days long, imagine if you can
How popular I was
Cheered and beloved
Then I woke and realized my job was a garbage man
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Poem Details | by
bradley smith |
Categories:
hope, imagination, school, dream,
Everyone thinks since i smile
that everything is good
no one knows its been a while
since i last had good food
I live in a good neighborhood
My neighbors, all quite wealthy
just snacking when i could
and trying to stay healthy
everytime you go to school
your stomach starts to rumble
always looking like a fool
when you trip and stumble.
i know what its like to feel sick
the fuzz that passes through your brain
people acting like a prick
not knowing your in pain.
i go to school like normal
i tell no one of my issues
no need to make it formal
i just grab a few more tissues.
you may not even notice me
im just your everyday dumb teen
you cant see what i see
or know where i have been.
i go to school each day
and go to work each night
working for my pay
so i can grab another bite.
we go to homeless dinners
and i feel my heart clench tight
not feeling like the winner
should i really have to fight?
so now i lay my head
and dream of a full tummy
and as i lay in bed
i dream of yummy yummies.
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Poem Details | by
john chizoba vincent |
Categories:
angel, beauty,
THE NIGERIAN DREAM 5
Good leadership and oneness
Prosperity and equity in all Aspect
Peace and orderliness in absence of injustice
Terrorist free country,
Subject to her responsibilities.
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Poem Details | by
RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories:
fun, humor, humorous, nonsense,
ESSENCE OF LIMERICK
Funny spicy squashy swishy kitty kitten beauty bold
Susie Moosie silky milky fickle trickle stories told
Spoony Fanny frost of fire
Croony Lanny ghosts of a spire
Cream a dream a seam a skim the creepy choppy rolls are rolled
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
12/04/2014
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Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
allegory, analogy,
Opportunity for Unity
What we saw after so much scrutiny;
Minds must not meddle with mutiny;
Racial bias no more,
Or try to even score;
Seek a perfect opportunity for unity.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Trump was ambiguous and avoiding
and putting off making decisions last
night as usualHe must come to the
conclusion that he has to face facts
and be realistic and remove himself
from the Trump dream worldHe does
dislike teleprompter and is like a child
rebelling against his parentsMission
and goals must equal each other.
Afghanistan is a war of attrition not
designed for victory but Trump
said that we would be victorious.
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
dream,
Wish I could save the dream from last night
A block buster movie, proceeds out of sight
More than Star Wars
My mind just soars
How I'd spend my fortune, buy a country I might
© Jack Ellison 2016
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Poem Details | by
Barbara Gorelick |
Categories:
confusion, imagination
After last night's dream my sanity's fled
Dreamt of a daisy with a girl for a head
With magic words
She talked to birds
I'm giving up pickles just before bed
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Poem Details | by
Grace Williams |
Categories:
places,
That stunningly beautiful day
(though through smog, the light really was grey)
In the mythic town
Where you live like a clown
In my hand the page finally lay
It was my dream for more than eight years
And down my face streamed muting tears
Vindication at last
But the outside seems vast
Paper's too thin to quash all my fears
Yet on this bright day in may
I ignore the words no one will say
My work's finally done
It is time to have fun
And for my home I will always pray
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Poem Details | by
Brian Reynolds |
Categories:
black african american, day,
You see I say things in segments
or incramentsThe word usage
that rhymes and makes sense it's
significant
I still remain a participant to an
extent of the Black focus even though
many think that we remain hopeless
Human beings make a scene to try
to define me, but I remain unseen
like the sixth man on an Indina Pacer
team, but I hope one day that this will
all just be a dream
I caught up to my pedestal to adopt
the hard rocked hip-hop, jumped to
the top of the game like a juggernaut
so maybe I better stop
The real lyricist slash spiritualist
transferred his heart with a dart by
his cleverness
I pray one day that my philosophy has
gotta be the truth within the making
rather than a dream to become a reality,
but the black experience needs more
camaraderie, because right now we are
stereotyped as a mockery
I sense a pain far more worse than a
mental illness, so low that a solo artist
couldn’t fulfill this
Subside from the anger building deep
within the introverted stranger
Yeah, I’m making blatant statements to
save us from hating the fact that the
righteous suffer, ain’t it complacent?
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
crazy,
Had this super duper dream last night
Took on ten men single handed, oh what a fight
Came away almost unscathed
'Cept my manhood got defaced
Was proud of my wee friend, what a horrible sight
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
James Fraser |
Categories:
love, passionlove,
My love and I shared a bath
Inevitably we thrashed
Our bodies so lathered
Lovable bubbles now gathered
Sensuous moments amidst all the splash
Then came our moments to dry
Towels in wandering apply
Touching, caressing
Sharing our blessings
Our love you could never deny
So then came our moments for bed
Face to face on our pillows were said
Sweet nothings we shared
For under the covers we're bared
Close your eyes, and dream what you've read
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php
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Poem Details | by
faleshia murphy |
Categories:
funny
I once had a dream that I was a mummy
Don't ask me why But it wasn't funny
I was scared out my mind
Where is this place and this time
When I woke up I felt like a dummy
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Poem Details | by
Jemmy Farmer |
Categories:
loveheart, pain, heart,
Beyond vision, I see only her
an unsated, demanding hunger
the soulful dream each night
as I wish with all might
to bear love’s pain a little longer.
To ease the ache of physical need
it is the simplest of things, indeed
but to ease the hollow
my heart cannot swallow
I’ve often tried but cannot succeed.
I seek solace in an empty glass
as my heart burns for my lovely lass
my thoughts drift away then
I wonder how and when
love became such a pain in the… neck
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
fantasy,
Dear Miss Dream Girl, you seem so damn real
A vision of perfection with real sexual appeal
I reach out to touch you
But my hand goes right through
If only, if only, but it all seems so surreal
© Jack Ellison 2016
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Poem Details | by
Shelby Wiser |
Categories:
death
If I were to slit my wrist
Your life would be gone
You see, i can't be your dream
Im more than halfway dead
Your dream is a lie,
Until that last slit across
My vein will draw the
Blood of hopelessness.
Your rose pricked my tears
And cold night dreams,
Rests ever so softly on my coffin
Still as your lying dream.
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Poem Details | by
Jack Ellison |
Categories:
dream, silly,
Had a dream last night, you could say it was wet
Fell headlong in a pool while playing the clarinet
Kept playing underwater
Received much applausers
Got out, and in my pocket was some soggy cigarettes
© Jack Ellison 2015
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Poem Details | by
Duke Beaufort |
Categories:
appreciation, bereavement, dedication, eulogy,
Politicians laud praise and beam
About our heroes’ gift extreme
Oh-so-young they died!!
But the dream they’ve denied
Is no more war as this day's theme
Author's Note: I heard a lot of homage, but nothing that makes me believe that the significance of the sacrifice is understood by our leaders and many former soldiers who were interviewed There is little hope for us if we haven't learned by now.
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Poem Details | by
Kim Merryman |
Categories:
funny,
There once was a girl named Kim
Whose choices for marriage were slim
But then she met her dream man
And became Kim Merryman
Then lived happily ever after with him.
For "Your Poetry Soup name" contest
by Poet Destroyer
9/20/2011
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Poem Details | by
Rukiya Bashir |
Categories:
love,
If you loved me
I would be born in your glance
My soul would grow in your kisses
My heart would be awaken by your sweet voice like new dawn
If you loved me
I would have million reason to wake up each morning
My life would have thousands reasons to go on
I would renounce everything without regarding
I would be your wonder woman, always fighting your battles and never leave your side
If you loved me
I would die for you
I would lie for you
I would kill for you
If you loved me
Money, fortune, fame would mean nothing
you will be my everything
If you loved me
The impossible would be possible
The dream would become reality
I would stop time and give you eternal love
If you loved me
I would make you feel
Like you are in heaven
Show you, that I am worthy of you
That I'm your Cinderella and your are my prince
If you loved me
no pressure, no demand
only a partnership, my love
BUT, ONLY IF YOU LOVED ME
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Poem Details | by
Michael Hilario |
Categories:
inspiration,
This girl I've met so lively and sweet
She looked at my eyes and made me sweat
All night I dream of her,
this burden - that I bear
makes me mad that pushed me to eating
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