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A song is a poem
With rhythms and rhymes
It would be a blasphemy
Not to say it and explain it.

A song is a prose
Put on pause
Intermittently
With various beats and tempos.

A song makes you dance
A poem makes you dream
And a prose helps us examine.

A poem is a classical prose
With harmonic words
And well-calculated rhymes and verses
A poem is really fantastic.

A song makes you live
A poem makes you revive
And a prose helps us survive.

Copyright © December 2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Could be country could be blue
What in the world could I say to you
So you can hear the tunes playing
In clouds rushing and raining
From the lines here so few?

May be jazz in the airs above
Or of the earth beneath our paths of love,
Life in the meadow never smelt so sweet
As this rhthym in the wind blown as je fais suite
Following your leading me to truelove.

Could you sing a tune in May or June
Like the larks in parks that we’ll walk in soon,
For the days of peril pale with purple blooms
Lest the world stops speaking our names
And everything sounds all the same?

Yon opus of the ominous storms slows
While wishes wait for mysteriums flow
Under the cover of darker dreams and schemes
Fallen away like the seasons gleam seem
Sullen as the dew without lights glow.
Inspired to write some rhymes and this came out.
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 27
Your beautiful eyes are my jewelled crown,
In their depth, all my stars fall down.
A universe spun in sapphire gleam,
Where love walks softly through every dream.

Your darling lips—my sweetest cure,
A balm of flame, both fierce and pure.
With every kiss, the night turns gold,
And time forgets how to grow old.

Your gaze, a spell that bends the air,
Turns silence into sacred prayer.
And when you smile, the heavens sigh—
A blush of dawn in a twilight sky.

Let kingdoms fall, let empires cease,
If I have your breath, I have my peace.
For no throne shines, no fate is sure,
But your lovely lips—my only cure.

So wear my soul like silken gown,
Your eyes, my fate—my pride, my crown.
And in your arms, I seek no more,
For love like yours is worth the war.
Crown of Eyes, Cure of Lips 27/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Amethyste Mar 20
Anytime she would see
The branches of aloe vera,
She would be caught by surprise;
Those tall, moist, freckled branches;
She would swear
They belonged to a girl;
No there was no flower standing there
At the window;
There was a girl with moist,
Smooth, freckled thighs;
And wicked they were;
She wanted to sense that smooth curve,
That soft skin;
How she would pass her fingers
Eagerly along the flesh; they made her long;
Cyril Jan 2
How unfortunate it is
that words will be just words
if not sent to a lover.

If I spend my days
stringing verses together,
and weave them into threads,
would it be long enough
to travel the earth,
and arrive where you are?

Would you hear my sighs
in these tangled mess,
and think that these verses
are fruits of restlessness?

These fragments of truth,
imperfect and raw
are all that remain.
These clumsy lines,
void of pride,
and stripped of ego.
You're lucky to be clueless.
When words paint a picture



PAINTING a PICTURE with
the WORDS of IMAGINATIONS,
As your INSPIRATIONS FLOW, and
BUILDS up to a CREATION,
A PICTURE is WORTH
1,000 of WORDS,
From the
OUTSTANDING, and
the OUTSPOKEN
Our craft
needs to be HEARD!!!
We PAINT A PICTURE with
our own EXPRESSIONS!!!
WORDS to ENCOURAGE,
yet brings to you LESSONS!!!
Please hear our VERSES,
For, they bring to
you BLESSINGS!!!
A PICTURE of FINE ART,
THAT we are
VOCALLY EXPRESSING!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 10/22/2023
Danica Jul 2023
In the depths of my soul, a question does arise.
When will I cease to weave verses about your guise?
For with every breath, your essence fills my pen,
And my words dance in rhythm, again and again.
I'll keep crafting poems about you, night and day.
Elkhan Asgar May 2023
Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
At tək nəcib, güclü, yüyrək,
Səyirdərdim sağa, sola,
Bir-bir tərkinə minərək.

Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
Vəhşi bir at, dəli bir at,
Çapıb ötüm qorxuları,
Arxada qalsın qaramat.

Xəyallar bir at olsaydı,
Xəyallarımsa at deyil.
Nədir, özüm də bilmirəm,
Sərgərdan, nizamsız, veyil.
If dreams were a horse
Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 2023
I

alone and happy on the 14th
i rise to the occasion; as it's
beautiful rose

II

roses that are red, and violence not so
new. sugar lips of a nightmarish diabetic kiss,
but what stops a love sick fool

               ..i sit back, and watch the view

III

a heart made of steel
someone stole your heart easily, cos you're
leaving the windows of your eyes so open;
there's going be a lot of robberies this
Valentine's day

IV

here's to a valentine red:

red as the flags of one you
should avoid with caution
red as the daring run of emotions
being chased by a bull
red as the tomato of a terrible first
kiss, causing acid reflux
red as the overdrawing of your account
all to prove you value someone for a day

V

"would you be my Valentine,"
he asked her on his knees

A chuckle she gave, "tis these only
few times I have a man on his knees,
afterwards spoiling me with dinner and
eating out"

                                               wink, wink.
Odd Odyssey Poet Aug 2022
To the awaited vineyard—as shaky lips are no more.
A taste of Devine; desirable passion burning as a fierce
fire. —As like my God, who has consumed my bare heart
of ravaging love.

My hungry eyes, burn eternal for my spouse.
As like ten million stars—so bright; I am blinded by love.
It is young, and untamed. As the mighty steed, wanting to
seed mates. Love is wild; but under the one you truly love,
shall it be tamed.

Shall your ears quake at the voice of your love— as your
lips call their name. It will be as the flower, twisting itself
towards the glory light. As the appetency of waters, the
nurturing and care. I pray where you set your dreams, your
love be there.

May the shape of their love be pleasing in your eyes.
As the romances be anew, of a new experiences night.
Prize them as something you could never afford, care for
them as the only you hold. Bring them up as righteous,
and blameless to the Lord. Pure and untainted —speak to
their ear the beauty of His Word.

I entreat to all. Love your beloved, as Christ loved the church.
I entreat to all. Respect your beloved, as they see you of your
worth.
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