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Poem Details | by
Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
humorous,
I once knew a poet named Andrea.
Assaulted by someone’s hysteria,
she wouldn’t engage,
but feeling some rage,
she fought all night long with insomnia.
(It's kinda true!!!)
Poem Details | by
Daniel Turner |
Categories:
appreciation, friend, funny, tribute,
She's funny, pretty, and smart
Personality off the chart
Supportive, knowledgeable, and kind
Her comments are a treasure to find
She hehe's like a fool
I think she's perfectly cool
You've probably guessed from the clues
Community friend Susan Woo:)
October 24 2016
Poem Details | by
Gary Smith |
Categories:
community, humorous, people, winter,
Jack frost had paid a call,
The morn was all a-glitter.
Icicles dangled from frozen gutters,
The day was cold and bitter.
Greetings of "good morning "
Came from here and there
As the hardy left their houses,
To face the freezing air.
I heard familiar sounds
Echoing around our street,
Neighbours scraping windscreens
And stamping frozen feet.
Clouds of exhaled breath
Rose up to the sky,
As if ghostly, silent steam trains
Were slowly drifting by.
The sound of engines running,
As people warmed their cars.
It was the communal defrost,
Beneath early morning stars.
Poem Details | by
Anthony Biaanco |
Categories:
community, humanity, humorous,
Trash night
our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay x-tra
to have unlimited pick-up
the poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open,
like a wino purging last nights glass-
The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast,
the remains of which blow into my yard-
and let me tell you:
this is one
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking
mans avenue.
but I don't mind picking up after them...
the racoons
Poem Details | by
Joe Dimino |
Categories:
community, friendship, humor, humorous, love, poetry, satire,
I like to think that love
is Universal – even little
green men, on boggy worlds
having such fond capacity
like to think that stars
share brilliance affectionately,
giving an extra beam, here and there,
to a fellow where a twinkle lagging
like to think, that vagabond comets,
trade heartfelt sonnets in the passing
like to think that you would love me
forever...even if I wasn't so
poetically cute and clever:)
Poem Details | by
Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
community, health, humor, integrity, psychological,
I've noticed,
As our economic and politically empowered
too consistently lead with their Right,
All us non-elite women
people of color
LGBTQ
and indigenous people
predictably lean to our Left
To find a space
where we feel safer,
and a sacred place
where we might imagine
our lives actually matter.
Poem Details | by
Bhavna Khemlani |
Categories:
character, community, emotions, funny, people, poems, remember, world,
Sitting on the soft cushion seat
Start of turtle movement
The advert on the bus
Is the only catchy appeal
The drumming of the engine
The grunting of the taxi
Dusk getting crisp
Dull glow of the sun
The glance at the sky
With a wish to fly
The buttocks begin to get sore
I see my finger nails
Then back to the next lane
I feel my eyes burn
A long ribbon of taillights flashing
The next lane is fast moving
Taxi driver snoring
The turtle movement
Develops anxiety
Feeling thirsty
Phone rings
Good news
Another party
Feeling oozy
Glazing outside the window
Another turtle movement
Nerves rest - feet asleep
With an effort
Feet wake up
Anxiety rising - start to walk
Poem Details | by
Muhammad Safa Thajudeen |
Categories:
color, community, confusion, humorous, men,
Snow like my skin,
In white paper black ink!
Poem Details | by
Jacob Reinhardt |
Categories:
analogy, art, change, city, class, community, culture, humor, humorous, identity, imagination, life, longing, philosophy, satire, self, senses, silly, slavery, social, society, time, today, truth, wisdom,
Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms.
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.
When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.
You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!
Clock!
I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.
Jacob Reinhardt 09/05/2013
Poem Details | by
Richard Breese |
Categories:
community, funny, giggle, gothic, humor, sports,
once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
Poem Details | by
Jan Allison |
Categories:
community, how i feel, humorous, poetry, tribute,
When I joined soup they rolled out the welcome mat
Anne-Lise, Poet Destroyer and her lovely sister Skat
I felt so excited that my poem had been read -
As the idea of posting had filled me with dread!
They all work so hard to build a community
To welcome new people who write poetry
There are many other people I would love to mention
But I’ve only ten lines; Andrea won’t give an extension!
Thank you to all who have helped me on my way
And with luck I may write a decent poem one day!
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Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
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Poem Details | by
Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
community, farewell, funny, imagination, journey, light, voice,
Linda, you think that too?
I did not want to tell you, but since Jacque did.
Wait a second! You think I have road rage?
I have known them both for almost 60 years, but
they still betray me,
creeping at me with judgements, pretending to "help me"
Two childhood friends, doing a road rage intervention.
I am incredulous,
argumentative,
irritated,
ready to pack their stuff for them, and push them out the door.
I hope they will like their little 4 mile hike back to my house.
Poem Details | by
Brenda Mcgrath |
Categories:
community, food, friendship, fun, humorous, religious,
Church suppers in town are such fun,
And the genuine home cooking is second to none.
One man said to the server, “They ran out of my favorite pie!”
“Take it out of the tip,” was her hurried reply.
With a wink and a smile she picked him a different slice.
Then he left thinking, “Oh these church ladies are just so nice!”
Poem Details | by
Verlena S. Walker |
Categories:
age, america, community, conflict, culture, funny, jealousy,
WELCOME TO THE SOUP!
This is Poetry Diva.
I know when I am being cheated.
Between first and fifth place my poems define.
If not, I have not follow the syllable count.
However, in rhyme, couplet, free verse, etcetera, I am never an underdog.
Therefore, why do I enter contests when I know it favoritism on the Soup y’all?
Well, a true Poet or Poetess, as prior stated, never lose.
Welcome to the SOUP!
_____________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 27, 2014!
Poem Details | by
John Beam |
Categories:
community, green, humor, humorous, life, psychological, work,
If grass is always greener on the other side of the fence that means I would have to mow more grass
Poem Details | by
Gerry Mattia |
Categories:
beauty, community, earth, environment, growth, identity, introspection, memory, summer,
It’s always behind or in front
seems it needs a door to get to
never complains when it rains
pleasantly, pets poop & pee
friends & family cross to hug me
my connect out there
in the back and front
it’s what I have now for all the hard
that stretch out there
the yard
Poem Details | by
Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
community, dance, freedom, humorous, music, rap, song, sound, summer, urban,
lets shout it out
lets move it to the streets
bang that car spanked-out speakers
to the rumble of the mass beat
now bass line that big crying baby
till it sounds
low and sweet (voice deep)
shake off all there inhibition
and bring them to the dance floor
now let the bass sound
take you
where you want to be
let the bass line hit you
so you can stomp your feet
(instrumental strong bass)
can you feel that rumble
and you feel the beat
bass line it up
so you don't
step on her feet
Poem Details | by
David Smith |
Categories:
addiction, art, color, community, crazy, dance, funny love,
I need time to think about time,
Adventurous times, Bad Times, Cool Times,
Down times, End times, Fun Times.
Grumpy times, Happy times, Intense times.
Juggling times, Kind times, Lean times.
Mean times, Now times, Off times.
Party times, Quirky times, Risky times.
Stable times, Tricky times, Umbrella times.
Verbal times, Wicked times X-Ray times.
Yes times, Zero times.
Oh no look at the time times,
Should have made time times,
Could have done better times,
Sorry for wasting your time times,
That's all for now times,
Haven't got the time times,
See you later times.
Poem Details | by
Gorlum Gorlum |
Categories:
body, community, death, funny, green,
Don’t let your neighbours decompose
Make sure they are well
Or else they go green and blot
And also start to smell
Once you detect an awful stench
Don’t wait for garbage day
It won’t get better, only worse
Take measures right away
Request welfare check at once
We’d rather cut them fresh
Putrefaction will advance
And bugs will feast on flesh..
Just keep this image in your mind
Believe me, it’s that gross
Be a responsible adult
Don’t let them decompose
Poem Details | by
Andrew Carnegie |
Categories:
business, city, community, humor, humorous, journey, travel,
Weekend Commute
I dissolved into grey crowds
Flooding Londons underground,
Loosing my identity in the flow,
Swimming with currents,
Counter cultural, guttural,
Warmed by the sight,
Of many travellers,
Taking their luggage,
For constitutional walks.
@Andrew Carnegie, Post Paddington, 7th Jan 2017
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Poem Details | by
Celestine Ikwuamaesi |
Categories:
community, humor,
A lizard lies in the sand,
In a blazing tropic sun.
Three kids chuckle under a shade,
Starring at the calm being.
One says, "Look, it must be dead."
Another, "Has tummy ache."
Another, "Just sunbathing."
The lizard nods, wags his tail.
Poem Details | by
Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
caregiving, community, fantasy, hilarious, humor, woman,
so, you want me
to be happy
(shiny white teeth and perfect makeup)
hook: so, where's my pills?
so, you want me to be
domesticated
hook: so, where's my pills!!
so, you want to tame me
and keep me like a pet
(sound: person purring like cat)
but this little kitty
likes to scratch
(sound like a computer cat roar)
I don't want-ta
and you can't make me
because, I'm not that kind of kitty cat
(woman in cat suit, licking paws)
hook: so, where the hell is my pills!
just a minute dear I'll be right there
(woman with apron and hair in face)
Poem Details | by
Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
appreciation, community, education, friend, humor, internet, motivation,
Thank you for the comment
thanks for your interpretation
it was nice of you
to stop-on by
its been great
and if you liked it
there was no mistake
but if you didn't
Well! Just give me
your best particular opinion
I am a big girl and believe
you can't get to a higher level
without a little assimilation
and if you want me to
give you a Reply
just let me know
and I will give it
my best amateurs' try
now, you may ask why
should i have to ask
because I am a little
bit comment shy
Poem Details | by
Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
celebration, community, funeral, humor, power, racism, usa,
Community organizers
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
all agree
we tend to end up
back to where historically empowered nutritional voices
start.
Look at all these old white men
in their predominantly red meat patriarchal ties.
Is this a cabinet
made of polyculturing organic containers
for regenerate multicultural growth?
Or a funeral
for the not too soon departing
all WhiteHouse?
(but I have too much to declare)
Poem Details | by
Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories:
community, health, heart, humor, language, love, science,
DNA
is ubiquitously democratic
fertile plutocracy.
Junk DNA
is our stuff of potentially active imagination,
where most of life's drama and blissful wealth
emerges eisegetically lived and dreamed,
planned and ruminated
and sometimes even cooperatively designed and loved,
where time can flow backward
as well as forward
so identity could be any nomial
choosing to love you binomially,
as DNA has not proscribed.