Poetry
11 Articles & Excerpts
Poems
 Good Poems
by Garrison Keillor
Good Poems includes verse about lovers, children, failure, everyday life, death, and transcendance. It features the work of classic poets, such as Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Robert Frost, as well as the work of contemporary greats
Rage
 The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
At least you know you're still alive-that's the one great thing about post-breakup anger. You want him to drop dead-well maybe suffer some agonizing disfigurement first-and you can't say his name without spitting it and you want to slap every happy couple
Ecstasy When Love Rocks
 You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Ah, the ecstasy of love. Who wants to settle for anything less? From the first second of our first major crush, ecstasy is what we hope for and dream of, that on-top-of-the-world, giddy, whirly, zing-zangy kaboom of a feeling that squeezes your heart
Hurting
 Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
One day, it just happens. You completely snap. Your last single friend announces her engagement to the schmo she met two months ago, or your married boss hits on you just when you think you've managed to impress him with your work smarts
Rage, Part 2
The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Moving forward is what we ultimately want to do. One way to start is to acknowledge the anger and fantasize revenge, and then forgive yourself for feeling that way. You're allowed these feelings- you've lost so much, and you're so tired, disappointed
Ecstasy When Love Rocks, Part 2
You Drive Me Crazy: Love Poems for Real Life
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Utter sensual delight, that's what ecstatic love can deliver, an experience so euphoric it leaves the speaker in Langston Hughes's When Sue Wears Red testifying like a religious convert (or like a man having an orgasm).
West Wind #2
 Ten Poems to Open Your Heart
by Roger Housden
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes indeed.
Throw Yourself Like Seed
 Ten Poems to Set You Free
by Roger Housden
When the fascist General Milan-Astray stormed into the University of Salamanca to confront the elderly professor and poet-philosopher Miguel de Unamuno over his criticism of Franco and the fascist cause, Unamuno said to him
Hurting, Part 2
Kiss Off: Poems to Set You Free
by Mary D. Esselman, Elizabeth Ash Vélez
Perhaps that's why the woman in Deborah Garrison's Worked Late on a Tuesday Night is alone and forlorn in the deserted streets, trying with no success to hail a cab home. This is not the first time she's been here, cold but too stubborn to reach/into
My Life. Ecstasy
 Ten Poems to Last a Lifetime
by Roger Housden
Sometimes I see it as a straight line drawn with a pencil and a ruler transecting the circle of the world or as a finger piercing a smoke ring, casual, inquisitive, but then the sun will come out or the phone will ring and I will cease to wonder if it is
Christmas Joys
A unique treasury of more than one hundred Yuletide poems, prayers, hymns, graces, and toasts from authors old and new-all to help you count your... In today's changing world, many people are looking for more meaning in the Christmas season.
|
| Advice & Discussions | god message 2
message of god 2
children of god where is your faith
you go through little suffering
and it your life you wanna take
you talk about sorrow
with no hope it will get better tomorrow
we wine like babies when something go wrong
but when time is good
we act all mighty and strong
only in needs
we bend on our knees
asking him for something
begging him please
but when all is good
we forget about our brother hood
shame on us
our sin is contageious
we say we love god
and in him we dont put our trust
i am so upset
yes
even vex
to hear we talk about sucide
and how we wanna die
we so ungrat-ful
why cant we see we are beautiful
no more weeping, we are not pittiful
children of god tell me where you stand
if we are broke
does made us less of a man
is money ,sex
is all that so important
relationship
companionship
over god is that your pick
to say you gay
and you born that way
do really believe you living the right way
are we blind and letting the devil lead us a stray
tears come in my eyes
whenever i look in our lives
no one seem to care
we all live in fear
how many should die
before we realise
our way of living is
not at all wise | You Just Made Me Up To Hurt Myself
pour mi cum ai
away in a manger
to be born into danger
if you read it as fiction
it's goddamned perfection
'cause we're all f______ martyrs
just take me, for starters
a beta male who's built to lose
a betta fish that never moves
a better man would sing the blues
but i will see it through, and how about you? | Life
life
life is not always fear
and the one we love is not always there
missing thier company and the wonderful time you share
the way he play in your hair
or just little ways he shows he care
you till can hear him whisper in ear
please baby wipe those tears
be strong he always say
be strong and always pray
i am in your heart to stay
and i will be with you every day
when you hear that voice
we need made that right choice
dont hard your heart toward christ
i know when we are angry its hard to be nice
but no reason harden our soul like ice
your dad love
he love you
there i said twice
but it time realise
he gave knowledge so you can be wise
dont be selfish
and only think about your wish
dont you remember when he teach you how to catch your first fish
later on he serve it on that big white dish
and he said give to your brother before you finish it
to say goodbye
you ask the question why
why is it my dad had to die
i see you in all that pain
there was nothing i could do ease the strain
but watch your eyes fall out rain
i said he love but nothing wont change
because all you want is him to call your name
stress to my brain
no longer can i remain sane
i cut my love
and shed my blood
on your heart my love i stain
i leave it to god to ease your pain | Curse my Primal Instinct
Curse my Primal Instinct
Tell me this
Why she gotta be so cute
Hot and tempting in that business suit
Trying desperately to resist
But when she comes too close I'm tempted to kiss…
Man that's evil
She makes me so feeble
I close my eyes and she's inside my mind
Can't escape, like I need more stress than this 9 to 5 grind
I made a promise and I intend to keep it
Co-workers are off limit and that's the end of it
Then she does the unthinkable and teases
What makes her think she can do as she pleases?
Gotta get away or she'll drive me crazy
Hide out in the cafeteria now the boss thinks I'm lazy
Why me Lord and why Miss Foxy
Help God before she becomes my Proxy. |
|
