Author: Michael Giles.

 bright night

just the perfect timing

so sublime

for one word to escape from the thumping of the pressurized heart

for one note to complete the majestic piece

for one beat to create such vestige of happiness

for one action to signal the rolling of the drums

for one moon to bless the starry sky

for one night to stay within memory

that night, lit for midnight solemnity

throughout the night

his spirit seeking for an answer

for a 3-letter word to signify mirthful love

the greatest reply of all

yes

twas just the excitement

for the heart to speak

the same night

for one hopeful soul to stop dreaming

it could’ve been the best moments

of his life

but how melancholy it had become

I remember

About the Author:
a 16-yr old local writer.

Author: Michael Giles .

I mesmerize the times
when I needed to be WHOLE
when there’s NO reason to breathe in
when I had no one to use my senses with
when all I wanted was to exist

It was just NOW
when I felt such sweet pain
when I bewailed, cried out the blindness of others
when chance abducted my social instincts

Just a continuum
of the petty, childish fear to weigh less than others
of the swollen heart which sought for temporary treatment
of that skepticism seeking forth my significance
of the dreadful past while I kept lonely in clandestine

Why can’t I escape this restless dream?

About the Author:
a 16-yr old writer; still studying.

Author: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.

How to Write a Fiboquatro Poem?

Oh, you don’t have to be a mathematician to write a Fiboquatro poem. The Fiboquatro
poems are a superbly amatory gesticulation and oftentimes may covey your thoughts and feelings more articulately than spoken speech. Whether you agree on this or not, it is still my opinion…lol! The specific theme for this form is more of love and inspiration, but a poet writing in this form can have his/her own choice of theme. The Fiboquatro is a poetic form, consisting of two or three stanzas, a combination of Fibonacci and a stanza of 4 lines, with an abab rhyming scheme.

Variation #1:
1st stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 … Fibonacci syllabic count
2nd stanza: a basic quatrain, line 2 and 4 same syllable count and with an abab rhyming scheme.

Example:

Writing Fiboquatro

You
can
write your
own poem
of Fiboquatro

by combining a Fibonacci
and a rhyming quatrain;
‘tis lot of fun and so easy
to deal with and no pain.

Variation #2:
1st stanza: 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 = inverted Fibonacci
2nd Stanza: 16, 16, 16, 16 = all 4 line of same syllable count and must rhyme, abab.
3rd Stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 = Fibonacci

Example:

* Her Wings Of Love

her laughter fills the room, lingering over my skin
whilst frail soul dances to the beat
of her heart, lifting
me, beyond
my bed
by
her

wings of love, her perspective for living, not only for today
but, for a brighter tomorrow, ‘cos as I speak to her she sees
me as in me, of yesteryears and of now, for her, I’m no way
despite being trapped, in a special caring, a boredom disease

but
her
love that
I feel more
of a survivor
than a victim of virulent
seas of pain, ‘cos she remained the same, a loving wife

* Poem published in “Voices of Hope” by Global Poets Guild

Variation #3:
.
1st stanza: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 = Fibonacci
2nd Stanza: 15, 13, 15, 13 = 1st & 3rd line same syllable count; 2nd & 4th line
same syllable count and must rhyme, abab
3rd stanza: 13, 8, 5, 3, 2, 1, 1 = inverted Fibonacci

Example:

* With Songs Of Morrow

though
I’ve
been on
this stage for
so long and I’ve met
unbeknownst, souls come and go, yet
still I’m not losing my spirits to a supple death

and, I asked no one to feel sorry seeing my black hair fall
for I have seen that feelings myself, when they shaved me
it made me sigh for the loss, but I’ve nothing to fear at all
for my guardian angel says: soon, from pain you’ll be free

you, dear love, the time is on your side; use it wisely
and cry not for me, for I wash
my sorrow, with songs
of morrow
have faith
in
Him

* Poem published in “Voices of Hope” by Global Poets Guild.

Ok, you’ve learned the counting and the rhyming scheme of Fiboquatro, now what you gonna do is to have some practice writing it. If and only if, I force no one to write, but I do encourage everyone to explore the fun of writing this new form of poetry, the Fiboquatro, so if you have time to spare and/or have the penchant for writing or playing with words, why not take a few moments and give yourself a try at writing a Fiboquatro poem for someone you know, maybe for your friends, for your love ones or just for yourself, for fun?

But remember (and don’t blame me…lol!) if you entered your Fiboquatro poem in a poetry contest and didn’t win any poetry merits/awards/prizes, it is still okay, what matter most is the person you present your Fiboquatro poem will surely cherish it, as if it were written by one of the great poets. Winning the heart of one person or simply making others happy thru your writing is great than winning hundreds of poetry awards/prizes.

Yes, many of us tend to value an individualized present or gift, better than one that’s bought or purchased from gift store or online gift shop. Most certainly, other people do appreciate our time and travail we made on their behalf. So, come on, be creative and explore your senses!

About the Author:
Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago is a poet/immigrant living in Athens, Greece.
He is the author of a poetry book “The Walking Man”, published by Outskirtspress.com

More info: http://www.outskirtspress.com/ernestopangilinansantiago

Author: Ariana Cherry.

When I lay myself to sleep at night,
Sometimes the questioning things that I see through the depths of my mind
May seem just not quite right.

The faraway lands and places that I might roam,
Or the people and strangers that I may meet,
Sometimes some of these things can scare me
To the very tips of my feet.

I sleep within the dark,
Hidden under warm cozy covers,
But see cold and cruel worlds that I might have never known
Or experience fears, that seem so real,
Waking me with a shudder, early in the morning hours…
Too scared to talk, and perhaps share with someone else much later.

Then there are those times,
I get to visit with someone whom I used to love.
My heart filling with warmth, but still experiencing that distant heartache,
Yearning to feel their presence once again.

Or I might dream an image of something beautiful from nature,
Or clips from my life, and receive an inspiration,
Or maybe even get to talk with God.
He will let me know that everything will be okay.
Those dreams throughout the night,
Are beyond more than the mind’s imagination.

Perhaps they are signs from another place,
Or another time.
Whatever they are, they really do serve me
My inspiration.

There are fears, hopes, happiness,
But overall, they are my dreams of the night.
Although I may awake with a shudder or a tear.
God will be right there, throughout the evening…
Helping me through this change of atmosphere.

Perhaps it’s just a sign
Letting me know that this very life,
Just isn’t all mine.

About the Author:
Ariana R. Cherry is a self published poet and freelance writer. Read her articles at associated content.

Author: Ariana Cherry.

If I could be an animal for the day,
And sweep away the stress of the busy human way,
I might decide to be a graceful horse.
The beauty of the horse,
So grand with soft colorful coats of coarse hair.
And the way they gallop through the fields of land and flowers,
Without a care in the world.
A horse for the day, would be like a young innocent child,
Running carefree in the warm sunshine,
The brightness surrounding and sparkling on that precious coat of fine beauty.

Or perhaps I may decide to be a wild lazy alley cat.
And lounge in the tall hidden green grass,
Chase animals for a big mysterious adventure,
Or cuddle in a loving person’s lap
Without a worry in sight.
Falling asleep in the cool evening night.

And then I could fly high up above in the deep blue skies.
Soaring beyond the clouds feeling free and nothing but the
Wind in my wings.
I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping my feet on the ground,
Or where I was going.
I could fly beyond my destination, wherever the wind would take me…
There wouldn’t be a certain time, or place.
It would just be a flight, going to wherever and whenever I may please.

There’s something mysterious, yet something precious about these animals.
They don’t experience that stress of the daily human.
Most just graze, play, run, and fly-
Why sometimes a human should take this wise advice to their own minds.

Take a moment to graze,
Or run about in a field nearby-
Feel the sunshine against your face.
And pretend, that just for a minute,
You might be one of these animals,
Just for a day.

About the Author:
Ariana R. Cherry is a self published poet and freelance writer. Read her articles at associated content.

Author: Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago.

As we all know, there are so many types and genres of poetry and learning it one by one is time consuming, simply ‘cos one must first seek and understand the meaning of each form, before one can write a poem of his/her own in a chosen form or style, but if you are like me, (patient enough to learn new things) who loves
creating/inventing new poetic form, then bare with me and I’ll share with you the hints writing poetry in a new poetic form called “Rhyme Incorporated”

A “Rhyme Incorporated” is a poetic form
meaning “incorporation of poets’ names and the titles of their poems” in a new poem. Rhyme incorporated poem can be written as a short three mono-rhyming lines (a Tercet) or in multiple stanzas of mono-rhyming tercet and it is drawn from the titles of poems written by poets around the world. The rhyme scheme for this form of poetry is aaa, bbb, ccc, etc.; line 1 and 3 may or may not have same syllable counts.

I created “Rhyme Incorporated” as an answer to the calls of my peers/fellow poets: to write a tag poem (being played in 2007 at the Poetrysoup Community) to culminate the performance of other members by sharing a tag poem and have fun writing poetry.

Writing in this poetic form one must bare in mind to stay focus on his/her topic and no doubt must keep the interest of the readers. Also remember, in order to have a successful “Rhyme Incorporated” poem, one must read other poets works, (why? simply because how can you write a rhyme incorporated poem without knowing the names of the poets and their poems), then select the titles of their poems and with your own feelings/ideas, carefully construct a meaningful, interesting and heartfelt poem.

Well, the goal of this poetic form is to write a poem and at the same time to unite and to promote other poets and their works, and to foster and solidify brotherhood/sisterhood/camaraderie/friendship/peace among poets.

Surely, writing Rhyme Incorporated poetry is a lot of fun, enlightening and a very challenging activity. At first glance it seems difficult, but when you have the will to write, then I assure 99%, if not 100% that you can write a rhyme incorporated poem and the further you go in studying/writing in this form the closer you become the great master of Rhyme Incorporated. Oh, do not stress yourself or push your brain hard writing this kind of poetry, lest your work become meaningless and you end up not feeling well about me…lol.

And, if you are not a poet but has the craving to become one, just like me, and want to give it a try writing poetry, well there is always a solution. Use Google search and find an existing poetry forum/community/site, then join and start reading their works (you need to do a lot of reading, before you can write a rhyme incorporated poem) and at the same time read/commend their works. And, if you see an interesting title of poem that you can use for your own rhyme incorporated, list it down on a piece of paper and later write a poem, but only when you are inspired, ‘cos this way you can easily write in this form and the best part of all, it will make your poem a masterpiece that everybody will look at and of course, it will make you feel proud of yourself and feel like a great poet too.

Ok, here’s the simple rule of this poetic form, a poem is not a rhyme incorporated poem, without the names of other poets and their poems’ title in your poem. That’s it!

Lastly, do not forget to acknowledge the poets, for using their names and the titles of their works in your Rhyme Incorporated poem. This can be done by making a footnote at the end of your poem. A simple “thank you” note will be fair enough. Incorporating other poets or your own peers and their works in your rhyme incorporated poem is a compliment/an honor to all of them. But above all, be friendly or else they won’t allow you putting their names and titles of their works in your poem…lol! Good luck!

Here’s an example of a three line (Tercet) Rhyme Incorporated:

One Day In Spring

O, waiting for John Heck “In Fields of Eden”,

when “I Kissed a Butterfly” for “Breaking the Pen”

that Brandlynn Scruggs asked for “An Hour in Heaven”.

This poem consists of:

Poet John Heck, his poem “In Fields of Eden”

Poet Brandlynn Scruggs, her poem “An Hour in Heaven”

Me, my poems “I Kissed A Butterfly” and “Breaking the Pen”.

Here’s an example of a longer Rhyme Incorporated:

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving

1. I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”

2. Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”

3. When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”

4. The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”

5. After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”

6. I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”

7. Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”

8. She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”

9. She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”

10. At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”

11. Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”

12. I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”

13. Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”

14. Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”

15. But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”

16. I did surprise all, even Sir William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”

17. I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”

18. ‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”

19. Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”

20. Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”

21. By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”

22. That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”

23. A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”

24. Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”

25. Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”

26. That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”

27. I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

28. Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”

29. That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”

30. Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”

31. A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”

32. But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom”

33. Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”

34. A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”

35. Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”

36. Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”

37. Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart”

38. With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”

39. I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”

40. The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”

41. Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”

42. For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”

43. Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”

44. And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”

45. To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”

46. Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”

47. A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”

48. A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”

49. That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”

50. To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”

51. Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar”

52. It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”

53. Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”

54. I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”

55. Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”

56. Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”

57. A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last”

58. So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”

59. I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being”

60. Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”

61. Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cos “The Deep Blue Is Rough”

62. Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”

63. Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs.”

Note: “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving” is a long poem of 63 lines

(not included the line count between stanzas) and has incorporated 43 poets

and 65 poems. See what other poets are saying about this piece, by clicking

here: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem_detail.asp?PoemID=52454

About the Author:
Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago is a poet/immigrant living in Athens, Greece. He is the author of a poetry book “The Walking Man”, published by Outskirtspress.com

More info: http://www.outskirtspress.com/ernestopangilinansantiago

Author: Billy Winders.

Sending a Valentine’s Day personalized poem is a unique way to let the one you desire know how you feel.

Sending a poem sounds old fashioned and out dated, but a personalized and meaningful poem written in a beautiful card is a gift that will be theirs to keep forever, not simply a commercially produced one.

Obviously there are thousands of beautiful poems in existence written by famous poets, but nothing comes close to a treasured piece of prose which relates to two people, with shared meaning.

As we all know, Valentine’s Day gifts can be a little commercial. Picking a card, buying flowers or chocolates and basically going through the usual commercially driven route is what 99% of people do these days.

But a personalized poem is 100% unique and incredibly thoughtful which will make your Valentine’s Day card stand out and be remembered.

Often people struggle to get down in words exactly what she/he is trying to say. Most make-do with a few impersonal lines saying; “happy valentine’s” and who it’s from. A personalized Valentine’s poem captures the feelings and sentiments of the sender and emphasizes meaningful words with rhymes.

Not everyone has the finesse and creativity to design a beautiful, romantic poem. But using the experience and flair of a ‘poet’ can produce for you a personalized poem for Valentine’s Day that will live on in the memory of the intended for many years to come.

The process is simple. The sender just needs to provide some information about the person the poem is being designed for. Like how they met, how they make each other feel, their quirkiness, their hopes and dreams etc. Anything you like. The list can be endless!

The poet will then take this information, highlight certain words, structure the poem to create a beautiful set of rhyming verses to create a story within the poem. It doesn’t take long and the effects can last a life time.

It clearly shows that the person sending the poem has spent a lot of time and thought for the person receiving it, rather than just purchasing a card or gift from a shop.

This is what makes a Valentine Day personalized poem so special and unique. It’s not always about the amount of money we spend on a loved one, but rather the thoughtfulness and time that goes into creating such a unique and personal gift.

What a treasure the poem will be. A lovely memento to keep over the years.

Once your poem is written you can do exactly as you please with it. You have 100% rights to it and can claim it as your own. It can be framed, written in a card, spoken over the phone, recited one to one or even emailed if time is not on your side.

A Valentines Day Personalized Poem - A truly romantic and charming Valentines Day gift.

About the Author:
Let me create for you a unique and romantic, Personalized Valentine’s Day Poem that your loved one will treasure for years to come. We guarantee you will be absolutely delighted with the result.

Find out more by visiting: http://www.GiftsThatRhyme.com

Author: SreeLakshmy.

LIFE OF AN ORPHAN

I am alone for long time like an orphan
Nobody was with me even parents
I stood for a long time expecting
Someone who love me as their kid

Even none came to calm me when I cried
I still hoped, but at last I give up
Many people came to scare me
with all my confidence and courage
I shooed them away

Often when I thought about my future
I became fearful and tensed
I asked my mind to tell me a solution
The results were confusing

However everyday I expect my father
Who live with his second wife
His kind words make me feel strong
But it was only for a small time

Everyday I see many school students
I often dream to go with them
When I see them teasing me
I would turn myself from them

Whenever everyone ask about my parents
I would immerse in the deep thoughts
Even for me, it is hard to bring myself back
So i give those thoughts away

My mind asked me why god has punished me
by making me an orphan
I often think that for hours and hours
But when I think more I would stop
because thoughts make you sick

I have asked my father to do me a favour
to take me away from orphanage
but, where i will go after that?
my step mother hates and blames me
so i think orphanage is better

Since I am an orphan none loves me
Oh! God! At least in my next life
Please provide me with parents who love me
since i hate to be neglected and
I don’t want to be alone anymore in my life

About the Author:

i am a 15 year old girl who write poems, essays, stories etc.. seriously from past two years. i have participated in many literary contests like Bessie head literature awards, story writings of Hear me project. i also have published articles on soicial issues in newspapers of both in Botswana amd in India.
i am looking for your response towards my poem.

thanking you

Author: Khalid LAHLOU.

Once upon a mid-summer night
There was a little boy
Playing in the street
With his mother
They were playing
Happily when suddenly
A ghost appeared
He took hold of the little boy
The mother started
Crying and crying endlessly
Give me back my little boy
She shouted
Nobody heard her
Dead silence
in the middle of the night
The ghost disappeared
Leaving no sign
Confused the mother
Followed her instincts
What have I done
To deserve all this
He’s my only child
For years have I tried
Hard I could to protect him
Is it a punishment from God
Is it a sin I committed
Of which I am not aware
She continued crying
In the middle of the night
Only her voice heard
And nothing more
Oh God please help me
Get my baby back
I promise I be a good woman
Serving the needy
Days and nights
Even in the middle of the night
Such as this one
Only echoes and nothing more
Ô God
He’s the apple of my eyes
Ô God
He’s the light that enlightens my nights
In the middle of the nights
He’s I and I he
We’re two in one
Never before had I let him down
I suffered a lot to beget him
He’s my happiness and my sadness
He’s my joy and my sorrow
Her voice was echoed
And nothing more
Of a sudden
Morning rays came up
With them hope sprang
In the mother’s breast
She heard a voice hardly audible
Coming from a long distance
Calling her
My child
Your child is in good hands
He’s safe with angels
He’s back to you
Take good care of him
This said and nothing more
The mother found her child
She thanked God humbly
She left the scene of her torture
Kissing the child with motherly love
All that happened in the middle
Of a … night.

About the Author:
I am an associate lecturer, Casablanca, Morocco. I have had the chance to spend a six-week program in the USA, precisely UCSB where I have met a number of renown scholars from whom I have learnt a great deal.

Author: SreeLakshmy.

THE JOURNEY TO WHO AM I?

I traveled far with a long mission,
To be achieved
I considered my life as a journey,
To seek justice
I had many obstacles in the middle,
To get rid of
So I trained and controlled myself,
To succeed in life

My journey began when I born
To till I die
My mind was made to be courage
To meet all pains
My aim of journey was only
To find truth
So I remained careful & peaceful
To reach to my goal

I was hurt at times but it was all
To have an experience
I learned things throughout my life
To cross hardships
I had many desires and wishes
To be fulfilled
So I traveled and reached so far
To learn more

My aims and dreams came true
At last
My missions and visions came to light
At last
My answers to all questions were found
At last
But it happened only at last, the truth of
Who am I?

New leaves started to sprout out from life
And my journey resumes
It retained like a rotating earth
That never stops
All have their own gains and pains
Which are hard to be crossed
So starting a journey of life is appreciable
To everyone.

About the Author:
I am a girl, who like writing and reading. I have written many articles on social issues to newspapers both in India and Botswana. I have participated in many essay contests. I believe in God and hardwork.