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A sonnet writ for me.

Pen to me a lovely write.
Oh, tell me of your favor!
Whisper words onto a page
Of how my lips you'd savor...

Tickle Fate and chance my glance;
I do hope I will see-
Phrases bled to make me weak:
A sonnet writ for me.

-
Sock it to me.

poem by Kyle S. Hamp
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Sonnet For The World

I want to write a sonnet for the world
I want it to make you feel warm and cold
one where you can whisper and still be heard
treat it like a child, it is born, and hold
it so it becomes yours and not just mine
speak it like a prophet and pass it down
it is not a man who has done a crime
nor should it be lost when at last its found
it should open doors, it should give your chance
to question all the things you do not know
it should be the answer for ignorance
taking you places that you want to go
it should be a sonnet to save us all
only I wait for my angel to call.

poem by Daniel McCann
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The Favor

I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will have to always savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
You want to blame anyone for your mess
But let it not be of my success.
An orchestrated collaboration.
Let me tell you it is so fascinating.
Lets stay on the topic at hand if we can

I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
Let it be the test.
Lets pass it around.
Study it very closely
Blame with the word mostly
I think their is some you missed
It could be just me
Maybe the sun has blinded my sight
I'm sorry but I just can't see
With my finger tips I feel for the light

I just did your a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till you last breath
As I confess
You sit there and laugh
Look at him so pitiful
Well let me tell my emotions I control
If I want to let go
I do
It is my choice in which I choose
It is my voice in which I lose

I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath
Stop avoiding the topic
Lets just it put it on the chopping block
Get it over with
Smoke and mirrors
A misdirection of the lights reflection
Looking through a telescope towards your direction
Don't worry I can trace it back
And their lies the facts
You think I won't react.
Well your so wrong I will
Here's the deal.

I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath

I just did you a favor
No thanks for it
A moment you will always have to savor
Ungrateful till your very last breath

Fine its now your problem
For to me your already forgotten

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sonnet of Love

We stand on the ground
upon a turning page
brandishing like a banner in the wind.

Here in the branch of land
and the debris of its flipping leaves
and the page
that in its lines
absorbs the ink of our fate

the book that from the green ink of our phase
prints the unsettling song of its departures
with the words that
they seize hands to serenade

And to tune
the golden grove of our chests
when they burst in their love
and the white flutter of our wings
grafting
in the dove of our hearts

The graft like the rose's red sonnet of blooming!
Like the sonnet of colors when they surrender to your eyes!
and the worship of leaves
in temple of the stems!

Like the sonnet of sun ridge
on the hackle of our hands
Like the nest of lights on branches of our faith

Like the sonnet of borderless regions
and remote lands
The sonnet of reborn paths
and the womb of the passages
that is brimming of the rays of sunshine

poem by Hammadh Zareer
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In Pursuit Of The Sonnet

I cannot write a sonnet; it's too hard
To put such barriers around my brain
And thus I find my efforts often marred
Although I rephrase again and again
I cannot write a sonnet though I try
Through day and night, through winter, into spring
And even though I have no reason why
A ten-syllable line my thoughts won't bring.
But now I wonder just what is so great
About this 'iambic pentameter'?
And am almost resigned that it's my fate
That from the sonnet form I should defer
Yet, having spent so long in search of one
T'would be a shame if it should not be done

poem by SarahJane Platt
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Guess (should i ever give the girl i love this., ,)

Guess....
Just guess.. they're 3 words thats it, not too hard
really just 3 words my dear
you have to figure them out right here
allow me to get close....close...
closer to you before i am taken by comatose,
let me lean in and whisper my 3 words to you
the 3 words i hope you know them too
one guess and one guess only, as i
tickle and tease you, galvanize your imagination so far as to fly
can you share my joy?
maybe you will share my joy after you guess, this isn't a decoy
I'm not running, I'm honest allow me to caress
you and fondle with your hair but guess
just 3 words,3 magic ones, last hint...closer..magic... heres the spell
it changes you and me to us, now you should know quite well
guess those magic words as i lean in close.... just three...magic..three...
as you stand here right next to me
come I'll whisper them to you
but first just guess and I will guess your next words too
3 magic words, , , , closer just three to change my story
this will fill those lines and change my life as i tickle you
and tease you, , ,3 words guess i ask you answer in four
let me caress you let me be close.... guess the words
Guess

poem by David Knox
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Convoy of Doubt

Have I sealed my fate?
As I write these words
a wretched burden
overlooks the page.

Have I sealed my fate?
I'm almost wary to
write another word.
Or is it too late?

Have I sealed my fate?
Every word I write
seems to come true,
brought to life in some way.

Have I sealed my fate?
I think I should stop
writing anything,
lest it be profane.

poem by Shalyn Stachmus
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That elusive perfect poem

Some day I’ll write one…
That won’t garner great numbers
Yet will linger in hearts…and
Rest sweetly on one’s lips

A poem that readers
will want to come back to
A poem that readers will savor
Tasting, …In long, sensuous sips

A poem that warms one’s cockles
Makes one lean back and smile
Makes one glad to have read it
To enjoy my writing…for a while

Maybe place it in their favorites
Hopefully, at least… keep in their hearts
Repeat to themselves favorite phrases
All my descriptive and alliterative parts

Better to have written
Just that one special poem
That could arouse great emotion
Than to write many… that arouse it in none

I have not yet accomplished it
And by me, this feat may ne’er be done
The perfect poem yet eludes me…
Yet I hope… some day I’ll write one

poem by David Whalen
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Sensuous Whisper

Ive seen you, I saw you, I see you
Without little notice, if any at all
Of you knowing me watchin you
You walking, you talking, you smiling
You styling in everything your body wears
And thats not just a point of view
Theyre painting, theyre ranting, theyre raving
About miss lovely got it going on
From head down to her toes
And no one knows better than I know
Cause Ive been listening to the spirit of
Your body, mind and soul
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Can feel you, can smell you, can taste you
Though my senses never had the pleasure of
That lovely wonderment
But I start to shaking, I shiver, to think that little sparkle in your eye
Means you are giving me some kind of hint
Im ready, Im willing, Im able
In fact those words are at the tip of my tongue
Eagerly waiting for me to say
Then you smile and whisper how are you?
But when I move my lips and try to speak the words just go away
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper thats got me trippin out
Its that sensuous whisper
That I dont wanna do without
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me want to shout
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
I dont even care how long it takes
As long as I have you lying next to me
Cause to wait forever and a day
Is a small price to pay if its you Im getting
If its you Im getting, Im not quitting
And that is how Im living
Im clinging, not dreaming, but scheming
With my nose against the grind and both my eyes focused upon the prize
I think it, I trust it, I know it
Your love that Ive longed for is gonna be mine
Good things do come in time
Im right on the rythm youre givin
But this is more than giving up some casual mental telepathy
The music, the candles, the champagne and all thats needed
Is one thing to give it authenticity
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh wee, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats got me trippin out
Its that sensuous whisper
That I dont wanna do without
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me want to shout
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body rock
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me beg baby dont ever stop
Its that sensuous whisper
That always get me hot, baby
Ooh wee, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me feel alright
Its that sensuous whisper
That keep me wanting you morning, noon and every single night
Its that sensuous whisper
Dont want you out of my sight, baby
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper (repeat)

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Attempted Sonnet

You asked, “Why don’t you write me a sonnet? ”
To be honest I’m not very good at rhyme,
Ten syllables sounds like a big struggle,
I wouldn’t stick to fourteen lines in it.
So I’m not going to do any of that.

I thought about stealing lines
From some other poems,
But I thought you’d realize what they were.
So I write this in my own words,
So let us doth go forth with prose.

How do I love thee? Let me think,
Erm, you make me feel good,
You make me smile.
I think I make you smile too,
When I’m not been stubborn.

All I can say is ‘I love you’,
Because that is what I feel.
A sonnet I can’t give you,
So all I give is this and my love,
I hope they will be enough.

© Charlie F. Kane

21/3/06

poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)

I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Put a Sock In It

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!

Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet On A Star

If I could write a sonnet
on a star
Then bottle it and
toss it to the sea
Would it travel
to the corners of the Earth,
And echo there
the love I hold for thee? If I could write a sonnet
on the moon
Then bottle it and
toss it to the winds
Would it find your heart
So you may briefly know,
Where your love ends
Is where my love begins? If I could write a sonnet
on the sun
Then bottle it and
toss it throughout time
Would someone from a distant galaxy
Find no greater love
Than that was mine Yet, I cannot write a sonnet
on a star,
Nor moon, nor even on
the blazing sun,
Nor bottle words to send them
Where you are
Nor coerce our separate hearts
To beat as one And so my darling
You will never hear
The humble words of love
I wrote for thee
They remain encrypted,
tightly sealed
And yet they travel
on eternally

poem by Tamara Beryl Latham
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Take The Lid Off The Pot

Just take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got

It's been long in simming
With select ingredients
Mouths drool and this is seen
With a stirring up the scent
Eyes are watering with dreams
Now's the time to dip in and get eating
To stop the teasing that was meant

Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot.
To then taste what that pot has got

Delicious is the stew
To satisfy those licking lips
Deliciously it soothes
For those who sit and wish
With a wanting more of it!

Just take that lid off the pot
To savor all the flavor
Take the lid off the pot
Savor all the flavor
Take that lid off the pot
And savor all the flavor
That's inside of the pot
To then taste what that pot has got.

'What's the matter? '

There's none left!

'What are you saying?
What do you mean? '

It's gone
All of it
So
Take those memories you've got
And reminisce those wishes
That was inside that pot
There is not even a drop!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poems Went Away

THE POEMS WENT AWAY

The poems went away.
Nothing inside.
An empty will for poetry
Forcing words on the page,
Words without music
Without resonance
Without great implication
Meaning.

Write, write, write
Lest you die.
And the words themselves
A kind of desperate uphill catching of breath
On the page.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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You Don't Have To Mean It

You don't have to mean it
You just got to say it anyway
I just need to hear those words for me

You don't have to say too much
Babe I wouldn't even touch you anyway
I just want to hear you to say to me

Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from your lips
Sweet sighs
Say to me come on and play
Play with me baby

You don't have to mean it
You just got to say it to me baby
Whisper whisper whisper in my ear
(I don't believe it)
(I don't believe it)

I wouldn't want to use you
Ooh I wouldn't blame you anyway
If you never ever spoke to me
(I don't believe it)

Hmm just say those little words
Sit on my shoulder like a little bird
Baby baby sing those words for me

Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from yuor lips
Sweet sighs
Ooh you make me cry

Oh baby you know it
You know what I want to hear
Dripping from your lips
I got to tell you baby
Dripping from you lips

You don't have to say too much
Whisper whisper baby baby
I just wanna hear you say to me

(I don't believe it)

You don't have to mean it
Babe just say it anyway
I just need to hear those words from your sweet lips

You don't have to mean it
You don't have to mean it
(I don't believe you)
You don't have to shout across the room
Just whisper in my ear baby

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Is That A New Approach?

Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?

Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?

You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?

Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?

Do me a favor.
Which flavor do you savor?
I noticed you enjoy it.
Should I sample it?
Or,
Should I ignore it?

You slowly lick it like it's heaven sent.
Is that a flavor just for you that's meant?

'I don't know if you will like it or not.
But I'm sure anything will improve,
Upon your dance moves.
Is that a new approach?
Or is this your way of starting up a conversation? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
'Hooray!'
'What fun!'
'It's time we flew!'
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle was captain, Pickle was crew,
And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew
As higher
And higher
And higher they flew,
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Over the sun and beyond the blue. '
Hold on!'
'Stay in!'
'I hope we do!'
Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too
Never returned to the world they knew,
And nobody
knows what's
happened to
Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Strange Desire

I wish I could write a word,
Out of multitude of thousands,
That might raise my mettle,
And be recognized at the first glance.

The naughty hope whispering
Tells me time and again,
“Write, write and write more, ”
Some one should tell me how long,
I should write for writing,
Made me half dead.

The disjoint, disordered, paralyzed,
The dumb, deaf and mute words,
Give no voice, no sound and no sense,
They neither unlock their lips,
Nor convey my inner self.

Oh! God;
Give me a word alive and spirited,
That should share my joys, my worries,
Laugh, joke, play and ply with me,
Open the door of mysteries,
And in my absence respond at,
My name is addressed by someone else.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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If Silence Is My Fault

If silence is all my fault
and in paper all my words hided
under my lips as a timed bomb,
an understanding unuttered.
In paper all my words scattered
behind my image the true me lies
inside my calmness a sweetness hides.

If an utterably perfect is your blessing,
with nothing more undisplayed,
your every glance with words combined,
not a silence in any presence of you,
why not the bomb in me ignite?
and these lines of phrases,
to make homour in speach?
why not learn the uniqueness of my world?
The sweet, the bitter sweet, or the soure? ? ? ?

poem by Marbet Daniel
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Hope Has A Son (II)

For every sickness
you have to bear
For every song
you cannot hear
Hope has a son

For every angel
with a broken wing
For every dove
that cannot fly
Hope has a son

For every sea
you cannot see
For every ocean
you have to sail
Hope has a son

For every victory
that died in vain
For every game
you lost again
Hope has a son

For every favor
you have to kneel
For every love you grip that frailed
Hope has a son

For every weep
that make you weak
For every snow
that makes you weary
Hope has a son

poem by Abdullah Musa
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