Category: poem

Read Poetry: Forever Yours, by Richard Huntly

 Genre: Family, Love

Forever is a long time. Yet still I’m here, simply yours.
I belong to you, I am forever linked to you, all yours.
You created something special between us, forever yours.
Through trial and error, the learning curve, u raised me forever yours.
In sickness and in health, yes like matrimony, I am forever yours.
When I got on your nerves as I grew from infancy to adulthood, still I remained forever yours.

Shameful that only one day has been chosen for you, it’s still forever yours.
Even on the days that perhaps you didn’t feel your best, I came first, forever yours.
Feeding me, healing me, teaching me, how can I be anything else, forever yours.
When I began writing my own life chapters, lest we forget, I am still forever yours.
As short as this message may be, the meaning is clear, this day and eternity are forever yours.

Happy Mother’s Day to you these women I can’t say enough about, the world is yours.
I said it before that forever is a long time, but so too are you.
Be all that you know yourself to be, fore as long as you do these things forever will live within you.

 

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Read Poetry: The Hypocritical Oath, by Angela Umphers Rueger

Genre: DEATH, SOCIETY, MOTIVATIONAL, INSPIRATIONAL
 
Not just anyone can kill a baby;
It takes a degree to commit that crime.
The doctor’s conscience will hurt him—maybe,
But the guy on the street will do some time.

In the clinic it’s called an abortion,
But it’s murder when done on the street.
Society’s views are a distortion
Of truth. Just ask the next stranger you meet.

A drunken man hits an oncoming car.
The impact begins preterm labor.
The nearest hospital is much too far
Away. The paramedics can’t save her.

The drunkard is found guilty of murder
Of the baby that was killed on the way
To a place where Doc waited to hurt her—
He was scheduled to abort her that day.

Abortion is legal; it’s Mother’s choice.
Planned Parenthood plays on that ruse.
But Baby’s human. What about her voice?
Shouldn’t she too have the right to choose?

 

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Read Poetry: HOPE, by Carole Jones

Genre: bereavement / loss

 Instead of mourning the soul is lost in the wilderness,
wandering thr’u the weary fate of crooked tunnels
to find eternal rainbows of myriad hues.
Then the dawn breaks open and life is re-born,
like the cracking open of shells to hail it’s reincarnation after all is lost.
And it’s depiction of many souls are like leaves on sunlit paths,
finally restored.

 

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Read Poetry: SOMEDAY WE WILL ALL BE FREE, by Alvin E. Colbert

Genre: Inspirational

Someday we will all be free.
Who, when, where, and how
This fantasy you spout, are you speaking to me?

Someday we will all be free
Is that as the bird, or as the eagle?
Free; a concept that many seek, but it seems that few ever find.
Free; is real or is it fake?
This phenomenon, free is it meant for me?
I look, we search, where is freedom? Is it all in my mind?
I stand and I fight, with all of my might, this freedom I must find.

I am hungry, you are cold, he is homeless, she is sad,
I am black, you are white, he is brown and she is red,
I seek, you seek, he seeks, and she seeks
Freedom, freedom, freedom; we all want it. Is that so bad?

Someday we will all be free
Who? Both you and me, as well as he and she, for we are all the same.
When? The day we decide that what we all want is the same.
Where? Right where we are, because the place we live is the same.
How? We stand, we cry, we support, we forgive, for the way is the same.

Free as a bird,
Flying high as an eagle,
No more concept, but really free
Freedom is real, but it does have a price;
For nothing comes without sacrifice
Will I die for you? Will you die for me?
Does he or she need to die to be free?

Stand up, stand tall, we can all be free
You can’t die for me, nor I for you.
He nor she can pay the price, for on a cross at Calvary
That price was paid by Jesus the Christ

O wake up and see that freedom is won
Believe, and take heart, as we all are one.

Bert Eugene
December 13, 2014
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Read Poem: A LOVE SO RED AND PURE, by Sharon Mo

GENRE: LOVE/ROMANTIC

 
Bright is the day
Greener are the pastures
Red is the wine, and so are the roses
Our love is of passion,
A love so red and pure

Like a binary of ‘Crimson rosella’ fixed on a leaf and clothed in red,
We are fixed in our love nest
We are clothed in love
A love so red and pure

Our lips chant the melodies of tomorrow
With inestimable smiles on our faces,
We think about the miles we have ambled
Together we have endured tempests
Amid the tests of time, we have trembled
But still came through to see the light

Bright is the day
Greener are the pastures
Red is the wine and so are the roses
Our love is of passion
A love so red and pure

You have in your hand your glass of wine,
Selfsame in my hand
“Lets drink and be merry”,
Acclaims your scenic voice
I listen as you talk about the day we will marry
Me in white, you in your suit and tie
Together; we will tie the knot

Today I know our forever is only beginning
And we will never be apart
Never will our love run out
It’s a love of passion
A love so red and pure!
 

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Read Poem: The Robin, by Dennis Swift

 Genre: Life, Nature

 I’ve watched her in my garden
She visits quite a lot
She lands upon my windowsill
To see what food we’ve got
She likes to peck the nuts we have
That hang in the feeding net
I even get quite close to her
She knows I pose no threat

She’s here again this morning
So cautious as can be
Then hops towards the nuts we have
That hang in the ivy tree
This lovely little homely bird
That stands out from the rest
An adorable little creature
The Robin Red Breast.

 

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Read Poetry: Poem by Jasmine Smith

 Genre: heartbreak, love, sadness.

 I needed a goodbye the other night
I needed closure
I sought it out only to be met with hostility & damage
You’re okay;
I know this
You don’t care that I’m not;
I know this too
I needed that closure like you need your cats and your iPad
I needed closure like you need your blonde roast from Starbucks
I needed closure like you feel the need to hurt me

 Twitter handle is @jazzy_writes

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Read Poetry: The Ears of the Night by Steve Andrews

Genre: Dark

The ears of the night are mine
The dogs in the distance
What rouses their darkness
What disrupts our peace?

The ears of the night are mine
Hoping for the company of an owl
But the nightbirds have been poisoned
Long gone from dark skies

The ears of the night are mine
Listening for the sound of your breathing
Hearing only my own, a low rumbling
And the closing of a door

The eyes of the dawn are mine
With the light comes visions of flooding
The sun on the waters of our destruction
Both God and Man had lied.

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Read Poem: Comes the Calm, by Scott Thomas Outlar

Genre: Life, Society, Rhyme

I wrote a poem
about the inferno
that burns
in the pit
of God’s belly,
and how it’s spit
with caustic intentions
unto a world
that still hasn’t
quite figured out
how to handle
the last dose
of suffering
delivered
as a plague
of pestilence
and other such
terrible perturbations.

Then I swam
in your eyes
as the earth cooled off,
calming at its core,
soothed at my center.
Not just an ocean,
but an oasis.
Not just a womb,
but the waters of life.
Not just a smile,
but electric songs
vibrating
from your lips
with every shift
of this sweet symphony.

I watched a poem
write itself
while the day went black
and the curtains fell,
shrouding evolution
as the last gasp
of civilization
snuffed out
beneath the violent rhythm
of decayed seizures
and hollow shaking
in the bones
of a broken theory
gone oh so wrong.

Then I danced
to the sound
that echoes off walls
in a room
blessed with your presence
as we spun
under the spotlight
of a circle
drawn by the hand
of fate
and freewill
aligned perfectly
in harmony
with the bliss
born from your touch.
Not just a dream,
but a vision manifested.
Not just a raft,
but a ship that saves souls.
Not just a laugh,
but the frequency of your purity.
Not just a moment,
but a sign
on the path
ahead
that points toward
you and me
together.

 

Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. His work has appeared in hundreds of literary venues, both in the United States and internationally, and has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize. Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience, and he serves as an editor for The Blue Mountain Review, Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.

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Read Poetry: Come As You Are, by Debra Elramey

Genres: Hurt, Hope, Redemption, Relationships

 
Drive north down Highway 301, past
the school where, weekdays, deaf children
run wild on the playground. Keep going until
you see the sign, “Snake Man,” then turn left
into Camper’s Lodge and swing on around
pass the turquoise pool in front of the
Laundromat and park your car. Get out and
go inside – any wayfaring stranger is welcome
here of a Sunday morning, rain or shine.
Take a seat in one of the six pews painted
white as the washers and dryers lined up in

the back of the room. If it’s winter when you
arrive, I’d advise you to bundle up in layers,
and don’t forget your thick socks, gloves,
and lug soled boots. The cold north wind
creeps through these cinderblock walls like
pneumonia into lungs. Soon you’ll meet the
“Preacher Lady” and members of her flock,
the snake man included, and sister Kim,
newlywed, along with her husband Blinky.
Don’t worry if you’ve been drinking, just leave
your bottle outside for the time being. You

never know, this could be your lucky day.
If the weather is warm, short sleeves are fine.
No need to hide the craters on your arms. To
these folks, needle marks are common as acne
on a teen, or tractors on a farm. You won’t
hear any Trinity chimes or sing the usual
hymns, recite the Apostle’s Creed, drop a
check in the offering. Just come as you are.
You have nothing to fear, nothing to dread.
There is no religion here, but for the laying
on of hands and the resurrection of the dead.
 

 

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