Your
Useless Efforts by Sneha Chatterjee
If
these teardrops of mine entertain you
I'll cry
If your evil laughter gives
you joy
Laugh all you want
If my loneliness makes you proud
Be proud
If
you love hating me
Continue.
You can hurt me from the outside
But
You'll
never be able to destroy
My stubborn spirit, my poetry and my dreams.
Ars
Poetica by Matthew Weidinger
A
poem, much like television,
Can come in clearly, or not at all.
Static through
one read,
High Definition on the next.
Each stanza a new program,
Broken
up by short ads.
Always rushed through,
Wanting the show to continue.
A
poem projects images to the mind,
The shows to our flat screen.
Some are
there to entertain,
While others are there to help explain a message.
This
message, a poem's pilot,
Weakest ones get cancelled,
The best ones become
hits.
Through
this,
The show develops,
Gaining views,
Growing in popularity,
Until
it goes prime time.
Dreaming
Of Beauty by Megan Rensch
Any fool may sleep dreams of
hidden truth.
I admit to have had more than my fair share.
Yet, in murmured
sights it is hard to prove
If a greater purpose was ever there.
I fear sleep,
for dreams that so cruelly scare
Though I dream beauty, not humanised fear!
It
is that beauty which shreds my heart bare.
Unconsciousness cries when it does
appear.
I trusted my dreams to a friend held dear,
Keeping the Beauty-Keeper
my secret.
Sweet Beauty-Keeper, do not disappear
Until, in Dreamland we
are again met.
Now to truth I have yet to uncover
Whose beauty I have confessed:
my friend
Ars Poetica by Chelsea Miller
Through
the pencil that writes &
The hand that holds it
We unlock imagination
from our minds;
Writing down what it preaches.
It comes alive.
Starting
a brainstorm in our overwhelming head
With memories, experiences, even emotion.
What
a lot to take in!
It's babbling to us;
Influencing us what to say.
Communicating
without words, but images.
Random
burst of inspiration, a glint.
Quick! -
Jotting down nonsense so we won't
forget,
Mollifying our brains.
The words just pour out.
We
put it on paper,
In poetic word form,
With a pen,
Controlled by the hand,
Working
together with our visionary minds.
It is our own creativity.
It is poetry.
The
Little Bird by Megan Rensch
The little bird with the
broken wing
Finds no peace in flying, she can only sing.
How high can you
fly, bird?
How far can you go?
Why won't you fly bird?
The mighty
lion with fur of gold
Lost his pride, he became too old.
How far do you
run, lion?
How noble is your roar?
Best run away, lion.
The shattered
seashell that lying in the sand
Watches as her brother is crushed by human
hand
Such is life and life persists.
Nothing changes but us.
Wilted
Roses by Megan Rensch
My roses wilted, my violets dried
up
Still they remain in that stained coffee cup.
I tend them well: I water
them daily
But they refuse to grow for me.
Last night when you came,
I felt it in the air
The subtle feeling of tension that should not have been
there
You smiled at me and I smiled in return
I knew it was a lie: your
fake unconcern.
My roses wilted, my violets dried up
Still they stay
in that stained coffee cup.
They have started to rot and the flies have swarmed
Now
my flowers are dead and the petals deformed.
Last night on the phone I
heard her voice.
I did not feel betrayed instead I felt rejoice
So keep
your slut and go your own way
Now I finally have reason to throw those damned
flowers away.
(Fab poem! - RS)
Feeling
Sky Blue by Megan Rensch
Blue is a miserable colour,
It
must be; we have all felt its strain;
We have all raised our defeated heads
to gaze
On the blue-painted sky, wishing
and hoping that it may
Take
some share in our pain.
Yet we both remain constant in our longing in days
Lonely
and divine.
But, if we all are virtuous
And become grand masters of patience,
Clouds
and friends gather to blot out our blue
So we may feign ignorance to its existence.
Plus,
I have heard it spoken
That on some far off summer's morning
The sun shines…
And
the sky is beautiful.
Updated
12th January 2012
Thinking
by Kai Johnson
Why
is it so easy for life to pass by?
Why is it that we blink and suddenly we've
moved on,
Life has gone by?
Sometimes it's really perplexing,
Or
happy, or sad,
or many, many emotions.
There are always so many things
to learn,
and so little time to do it all in.
Where do you start?
Well,
I
suppose only time will tell.
Rader by Maggie
Shultz
Rader
always stays by my side
I yell when people say she's wide.
By my feet
When
I eat
And give her a treat.
Always wanting a belly rub,
Hates being put
in the tub.
Sleeping on my pillow pet cub.
Click-clack of her paws,
Getting
a dress from Santa Claus
Twitching her pointy ears
If she would ever disappear,
I
would shed many tears.
Pushes friends off the bed
A dog that is no purebred
Loves
the snow,
Even ate a crow
She doesn't care,
With such soft hair
She's
my little teddy bear.
Baseball
by Dorothy Qian
let
the dirt brush against your dirty, old cleats
as you stride down the lane not
ready to accept yet another defeat
the sweat beads trickle down your back as
you step up to home base
and don't forget to wear your famous sour, wry face
turn
to the pitcher with that arcane, meaningful stare
relax and mutter a hushed,
little prayer
hear the crowds chanting your name
but pay no attention;
this
is your game
Carrie
by Sapphire Hughes
Oh a baby, beautiful she is, born
and blessed
Her mother not so, her baby's good will never be better, her better
never best
She's got the devil inside her, her momma always said
She watched
with murdering eyes as her baby moved the dummy over her head
Evil she
is, pure evil in toothless form
She couldn't see the clarity, her heart cold,
her daughter's warm
Her momma said the women of the town were sent by the devil,
indecent to the eye
And then the stones fell from the sky
Momma taught
her nothing, just the words of the Lord himself
Did you just see that, there?
The pot smashed, right from the shelf
I would love to tell you that she enjoyed
school, like a normal teen
That's where this thing, this POWER came from, the
things she'd heard and seen
Accept, accept, why would they accept? Such
a girl, pimples a load
A monster, a pig, so much spite that she'd walk the
road
However cute she was, admirers could never forget her mother
She had
tried to teach her the way, her daughter's life she would smother
She was
just a little girl, disturbed by her mother's mind
They had gone for the kill
right away, not waiting to see if she was caring or kind
She was just a teenager,
unpopular because of her upbringing
Surrounded by girls in short skirts, fluttering
their eyelashes and singing
Who knew that later on, Tommy Ross would take
her to Chamberlain's Prom
But she would fire a flame-shaped bullet, nobody
knew where that bullet was from
Set the world alight, grinning as they all
did before
The screams rang in her ears, but there's no such thing as 'no more'.
She
did what they did to her, stubbed them out like cigarettes
So there would be
no more being fooled for bets
That night shall never be forgotten, headlines
may come and go
But nothing shall ever top that; it was television's greatest
show
She was so misunderstood, they never knew she could be so brave
Never
a flower on her tombstone, still a pig when she's dead in a grave
And from
that grave, bullets still fly, black, beautiful and bright
And that's because
people dare to whisper, about poor old Carrie White.
Updated
22nd December 2011
Life
by Pranav Shukla
Life
is the most beautiful thing on Earth
Which you get from your birth.
Life
is not something to waste
But it gives you a chance to live like the best .
Life
is very big
So it gives you a lot of time to enjoy and live.
When you're
young you're very active
But as you get older there is lots of work and you
become less active.
So go enjoy life at your best
With a smile on your face.
False
Lessons by Sneha Chatterjee
I've been taught
That
I can be beautiful
Only If I have
The waist of a bamboo tree.
I've been
taught
That I can be happy
Only If I have
A dozen fake friends
I've
been taught
That I can succeed
Only If I can talk
Flatter and lie.
And
honesty
Will only burn my face.
I've been taught
That dreams are meant
To be imagined, forgotten
And wasted.
I've been taught
That I'm useless
Because
the seat next to me
Is always empty.
I've listened, I've tried
I've failed
to be the person
That you want me to be.
I've
folded my dream
Kept it aside
Consoling my bleeding soul
Every morning,
every night.
I'm tired of dying and trying
To please you all the time
But
you never ever stop barking!
I'm not your doormat…
I'm not afraid
to fall anymore…
Because I'm on my own way…
And whether you like
it or not
I'll never stop hoping
I'll never stop writing
I'll never
stop believing
And I'll never stop dreaming.
Pen
by Pranav Shukla
I
am like a stick
which has a lot of ink
Writing in papers,
for millions
of people .
In many colours I write for others
Like blue, black and many
others.
So buy me for not many dollars
And also help others
Updated
7th Dec 2011
Pyramid
of Faith by Sneha Chatterjee
Cut
All my wings
But my flight won't cease
Kill me from the inside
and
Kill me from the outside but you will
Never be able to come between
me and
My divine savior angel of light and freedom.
Love
Them as your Own by Aanya Gupta
Tear stained
faces,
Striving on the road while we go places.
Barely earning a buck or
two,
Coming to our window, looking for something to do.
We shoo them away,
They're
barely worth a second of your day.
But have you thought, if it was your child
out there,
Imagine them out there begging, if you dare.
A big warm hug,
a house to sleep,
A hot cup of coffee, with affections deep.
You'd love
them and care as well,
In your heart, they will dwell.
So why not those
little children there,
Why is it so hard to show them some care?
Be kind
and patient, like you would,
If someone else, right there stood.
Look into
those eyes and see the pain,
Everlasting gratitude and a smile you will gain.
Updated
25th Oct 2011
Freedom
from Chains by Sneha Chatterjee
Hey
soulless fools of this cruel world!
What joy do you get
By killing my dead
body?
My spirit has already escaped
Back to my poetry heaven
And I'm
never coming back.
My Family by
Kate Grant
You
hate me, you always have,
if you got to know me you would still hate me,
you
hate my sister too,
not so much my mother though, for she,
makes your mountains
and trees which make your world beautiful,
and your rivers and oceans that
you drink form.
My sister hates these things and makes your mountains crumble,
your
trees whither and die and your rivers and oceans,
dry up and turn into deserts
full of sand.
My father is lesser known, for my mother takes all credit,
but
he bring your animals that you feed upon come into your world,
and brings life
to your parents and children.
Is it my fault if I have to take you from your
world?
Is it my fault if I have to watch your family weep over your body?
Is
it my fault if I have to take you from your world and throw you into never ending
darkness?
Some of you are so scared you have made gods, to stopped me,
but
nothing can stop death,
nothing.
My Brother
Joe by Kate Grant
You have met my brother Joe,
He
didn't talk much,
He used to like to read,
But then he came blind, so I
would read to him,
Every day, every night,
He just stayed in bed, couldn't
walk any more,
Or hold anything in his hands,
He cried at night like a baby,
But
I didn't complain it's not his fault,
The only thing I didn't like about him
is his skin,
It's all scaly and cracked like a snake,
People used to make
fun of him; say he was diseased
Or got the plague, if they call him names I
would hurt them,
Joe died last week,
You have met my sister Abbey?
Help
her.
Updated 6th
October 2011
simplus
by Claudia Taylor
softly
i will tumble onto
a cloud of un
complicated
ness
billowing
as
a new
universe
(and
i won't need
any
body but
me)
all
sounds
(breezes)
all
lights
(stars)
i
fall perfectly
like silk
Flawless
Eyes by Sneha Chatterjee
My perfect day
Ain't
the one with joys
Ain't the one without tears
My perfect verses
Aren't
about skies
And gold mountains
My perfect way
Is the one where I
can
Swim in the rain drops
On the orange crisp mud
My perfect moment
Is
when the thunderbolt
Flies down elegantly
Ant meets the bug, crow meets
the dove,
Cat meets the dog, and man meets the tree,
Rushing for safety,
sharing the same language of silence
In the unbounded roof of mother earth
My
perfect vision
Ain't the one with tiaras on my head
Nor the one with colourless
heartless stones
Lined on my neck reflecting sunbeams
Perhaps perfection's
gone misunderstood
Having chased it all my life
Running a soul-less race
I'd
better stop
And take time to breathe
Every song is a beauty
Every
teardrop is pure
Every particle owned by God is perfect
I won't listen to
them anymore
God's inside you, inside me
Before my heart bleeds
And before
I lose myself forever
Let me come back
And embrace my own perfection.
The
Stars by Claudia Taylor
On
stormy nights like these,
the stars are too afraid
to come out.
I'm not.
Updated
Aug 3rd 2011
The
One With a Million Names by Sneha Chatterjee
I surrender my everything,
To the one with a million smiles.
I don't
want to live with fears of losing
And of failures anymore.
I've killed
my doubts,
I've burnt my house.
Why should I lock myself inside these
fragile doors?
When the teardrops wait for me to tickle my skin.
Why should
I just lie here boiling in the sands?
When there's an ocean out there to explore.
I Destroy,
My grudges, my sorrow, my anger,
Just one emotion, Devotion.
I need no coins
To keep my thirst alive,
To drink his bliss
To
earn his presence.
I'll hug every soul I meet,
Whether they slap
me or stab me.
I've thrown away my tear drops forever.
I've fallen
down from the clouds a thousand times.
Yet what keeps me alive?
My immortal
sisters,
Hope and Faith.
That's all I need.
Rest everything else…
I surrender, I surrender, I surrender.
To the one with a million names.
Father
to Daughter by Sapphire Hughes
I
was a new life, a new heart to beat
There was his finger to tickle me, his
hand so I could eat
I was only a baby then, I didn't realise
How many
times I was betrayed, the game he called 'lies'
There was so little love you
couldn't find it under a microscope
And as it got worse, there wasn't even
any hope
And I saw the tears she cried,
But that doesn't mean she wasn't
by my side
I was told so many times " Go upstairs" "Get away"
But I sat on the stairs and listened to what they had to say
When I got older,
he left me
But I couldn't say a word, I couldn't beg, I couldn't plea
Later on I saw his name in the headlines, and I knew it was just ink
But I
saw his eyes on that piece of paper, and it really made me think
Daddy might
have an alibi,
But can daddy sing a lullaby?
Well you know the saying,
romance is dead?
Well that's all wrong, it's the book of love Daddy never
read.
For
You by Sapphire Hughes
I
could compare you to a Disney character, I will choose Snow White
Because
of the way you paint your lips red and the way your hair is as dark as night
And although the planes pollute it, you're as stunning as the sky
I bet you've
brought my Christmas presents already, even though it's only July
And when
we have those arguments, do you not think I feel bad?
I'm sat upstairs on
my bed, the feeling of guilt driving me mad
I'm sorry that I've screamed,
I'm sorry that I've shouted
I'm sorry for how I slammed my door and I'm sorry
for how I pouted
I love how you can sit there and rock to the Beatles with
me
But then Dolly Parton will come on and I know you've changed the CD
We don't talk that much anymore, and that makes me upset
Sometimes I walk
through the door and it's like we've never met
I don't send you a message
saying I love you because I'm scared you won't send one back
I hate to say
this but, in my heart there's a crack
If you could worm your way back in,
and find a place inside
And then there would be nowhere I could go, nowhere
I could hide
I do love you a lot, more than anybody ever
And I hope for
the rest of my life our hearts will be together.
What
If by Emily Gardner
A
notebook will never leave you
A dog will never hurt you
An imaginary
friend can live forever
and siblings will always stay together
But
what if that notebook got lost
What if the dog got cross
What if that
imaginary friend faded away
What if that sibling died today
All
the things we've grown to trust
one day they may leave us
But do not worry,
do not fear
for we know that poems will always be here!
Correction
by Anon
Underneath
my life,
are
people
all around,
they're
trapped
between
the glue
that keeps me safe and sound,
they've all become
possesions
Anxious
of getting corrected
Never with discretion,
evokes secession.
Flowers all around.
lubricate the
seams
of the
flowers once sewed
Updated
9th June 2011
Spring
Rain by Claudia Taylor
coarse-bristled
and dog-eared,
the pig with the upturned nose
lies on her side in the
mud,
baby thin pink tongue poking out
its tiny tip from fuzzy piggy lips.
she
is blushrosy and mudsplotchy,
and her majestic stomach
rises and heaves
like dough.
her skin is feverish (rain falls
softly on it) her feet caked
with mud.
i want to twirl her curly tail in my
ring finger.
Marble
Fingers by Jenny Armitage
Cold
and unresponsive
Her fingers frozen in mid-air.
Never to feel the touch
of the one she loves.
Never to feel anyone's touch.
That's the tragedy.
Reaching
out to someone
Forever reaching out.
Trying to get to the one she loves.
Trying, but never succeeding.
That's the tragedy.
A
tear on her cheek
Never rolling off.
Crying about the one she loves.
Crying and crying; never stopping.
That's the tragedy.
A
flash of blinding light
The tourist lowers his camera.
Standing in the
place of the one she loves.
Standing, yet not understanding
The story
of a statue.
Dead
Fred by Rory
There once was a depressed boy named Fred.
Dr. Evil came and messed with his head.
He ate some brains.
And zombies
raised Cain,
And now poor Fred is dead.
Catch
Me If You Can by Sapphire Hughes
Do
you want to play a game? If you do, continue reading
Even those that don't
want to play, they could end up bleeding
No, it's not kiss chase, we're not
in school any more
It's not a kiss, not a little girl in a school dress that
I lust for
They stick my picture on a board, discussing where I was and when
But you won't find me. Or them.
They try and try to chase me, but they won't
find what they need
I'm waiting, sat at the bar, but it's not on tequila that
I feed
And after my night is over, they continue to track me down
They'll
burst into where they think I am, to find a poor old woman in her dressing gown
They can knock down the door of house after house, but they'll find everything
but me
They can go to the latest crime scene, I'll be running again
To
find something to satisfy, someone to take to my den
There's blood and there's
blood, and then there's even more
There's no witnesses, so there's not even
a coffee to pour
Confused and lost, where do they go, I'm not giving up now
They can look at my picture everyday, but they really don't know how
You might
not take the risk, but you might want to play with the fire
Well, here goes,
the name of the game? Find the vampire.
Beam
me up, Danny
..
