REMEMBERING...BY CONTROVERSYME
This is a Naani poem with the maximum 25 syllable count. Echoed moans whisper in the night Gentle winds caress my skin Mem’ries fade with dawn's early morning light Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Who is the woman behind the mask? You dare to ask. Are you sure you really want to know? She could be whatever, whoever You need at the moment She could be the fire that warms you at night Or the cold that chills you to the bone She could be the lover that awakens your heart Or the whore that steals your very soul Who is the woman behind the mask? She could be your mother Your teacher Your friend Or Foe Are you sure you really want to know? Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
THE POWER OF WORDS-BY CONTROVERSYME
There’s so much power in a spoken word Without realizing it one word can rip apart A soul There’s so much power in a spoken word Just one simple word can lift you to heights Of elation or send your heart into the depths Of pain There’s so much power in a spoken word Yet we carelessly, without understanding Flail them around without thought Or foresight There’s so much power in a spoken word One word can turn love sour Hot to cold, hope into despair In an instant There is so much power in a... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
JEALOUSY...BY CONTROVERSAYME
So many people are afflicted by this dreadful disease, yes, even me! Lol. It's such a wasted emotion and it causes so much stress and dishevel in our relationships with loved ones. This poem was written to battle my own demons but I'm sure there are many out there who can relate. I think we all have a bit of the green eyed monster in us, some more than others. I hope this poem helps others as writing it helped me put it in perspective. Thank you in advance for your time and support in reading.... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 27, 2012
A MOTHERS WORDS-BY CONTROVERSYME
Even though my mom wasn't the best mom in the world when I was younger, she did the best she could. As I grew to be a teenager and was too old to hit anymore she tried to make up for it, but I was too rebellious. I can remember my mom saying to me over the phone during one of our conversations when I was in jail "I feel like there's a monster out there trying to eat my baby and there's nothing I can do about it"(referring to the drugs I was doing). Too bad it was just a little too late for her... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
DEAR MOM...BY CONTRROVERSYME
This poem was written after my mom passed in 2003. I took care of my mom during her illness and have forgiven her for the abuse she inflicted. I know, now that I'm an adult, she did what she knew, what she was taught, and she did the best she could. In some ways she made me a better person and a better mother and I now tell my own children that they can learn something from everyone, even if it's only how they DON'T want to be. In her defense, I must say, she wasn't a bad person. She just didn't... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
The Natural Effect prt1 by Isaiah R.
When my sorrows are to the hilt the clouds break open…the rain storm commences; But when my joys overflow the sun is brightest…so heightened are my senses. When my passion overcomes me, the power of sun and moon serve me… But when my anger erupts the thirst for blood is all but unnerving. So are my senses and emotional turmoil, my Sexuality is my shield; Through darkest lust my spirits are filled…I await this to build… And then the next thrill. Sign in to see full entry.
PULLED FROM A DARK ABYSS...BY CONTROVERSY ME
I fell into a dark abyss No love, no light No hope, nor wish I could not feel summer's sun No warmth, no joy Nowhere to run Until the day you reached for me Grabbed my soul and set me free Let me see there’s always hope; Gave me the courage to cope You gave me strength, Showed me love; Pulled me up to rise above Held me close in your arms, Protected me from unseen harms Now I see through open eyes; No longer do I ask the "whys", Living life as life should be, Content with what has come to be No... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 24, 2012
THE TRUTH BENEATH THE LIE-BY CONTROVERSYME
Okay, this poem is a little different. A style I came up with to show the difference between what is percieved and what is real. The name says it all. Hope you enjoy it. CM When I was a child times were good, or thats the tale I told I'd play 'neath the sun, as a child should the truth is one that's old I'd laugh and dream, as any child would my heart would soon grow cold Come back child! Oh How I wish she could. a child no more - soul's sold Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
THE MAN, THE MYTH...BY ISAIAH RAMESSES
This poem was written by the love of my life and an excellent writer and published author. He has books published on Amazon, look for him "Isaiah Ramesses". Thank you and we hope you enjoy us both. My death has opened my eyes… And now I see through tears I cried My carnality is no longer a reality And in old knowledge I cannot confide Fate has given birth to a new prince New sight has delivered new evidence My old flame, no longer the same I stand-incredulous-as she tries to convince Times past... Sign in to see full entry.
WHEN DISTANCE IS OF THE MIND
There’s a distance between us I can’t explain An emptiness wrought with loneliness and pain Is it the object of your desire, The thing that sets your body on fire? I feel a ghost is in our bed I feel a presence in your head. There’s a distance between us I can’t explain An emptiness wrought with loneliness and pain From your heart I’m locked away What holds the key, you will not say. Although your body is here with me It’s something else in your eyes I see There’s a distance between us I can’t... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Writers Block
Trying to think of something to write That’s not based on a recent fight Don’t want to air who’s right or wrong Tired of singing the same ol’ song Tossing around the wonders of nature The birds and the bees, flowers and trees Or maybe a rant on political misdeeds Brown or Whitman’s recent leads My mind is blank, can’t think of a thing But the same ol’ lyrics of the songs I sing Still trying to think of something to write An idea to move me and turn on a light As I sit in the dark keeping an eye... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
LETTER FROM LOVE
To Whom It May Concern; There are times when I look at you; I see the wounds this cruel world has left on you, and in you. I see the pain of disappointment reflected in your eyes, the coldness of abandonment and disillusion that has replaced the warmth which was once in your heart. I see the child, angry and self destructive, wanting to hurt whatever crosses its path, as he has been hurt. I hear the haunting wail of a child’s voice wanting to be loved, protected, and looked at as worthy. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
WOUNDED BIRD
Wounded bird in a makeshift cage Releasing songs of pent up rage I see past your lonely gaze I love beyond your internal maze I touch the spot where the child hides And hold you til your fear subsides Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
SMOKE AND HAZE
Like unseen smoke drifting purposefully, without a care Silently touching the lives of those seemingly unaware Not so innocent words thrown haplessly into the air Innuendo falls heavy, no denying it’s there. Drifting through the smoke and haze Making way through an emotional maze Drifting into another phase, Smoke screens up to hide their ways. The smell of smoke in the air Lets us know that it’s still there Clinging to the clothes we wear Recognition is a dare. Flirtation, like an unseen ghost,... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
A father torn A mother’s scorn Where is the girl in the little blue dress? A little girl gone It’s just so wrong Only six years old And she’s lying cold In a lone, dark grave nobody can find Where is the girl in the little blue dress? For thirty eight years A father’s tears A story contradicted A mother convicted Shows no remorse, for the child she's killed Where is the girl in the little blue dress? A baby’s soul wanders lost All who love her pay the cost Where is the girl in the little blue... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
WHAT MAKES THIS WORLD SO GREAT
What makes this world so great are our differences With different shades of color from white to darkest brown And body shapes that are beautiful from slim to robust and round Our differences are so distinct Personalities are many From warm to cold, and shy to bold From rambling to quite succinct We all have something great to give Lessons learned from lives we’ve lived Rich or poor there is no shame For deep inside we’re all the same Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
LOVE IS...
Love is not being afraid to share the fear Knowing the one you love is near Love is letting yourself be weak Finding in love the strength you seek Love is wanting to do what’s best Making a home out of the smallest of nests Love is not caring who’s right or who’s wrong Finding the beauty in the most off beat song Love is not having to run away Staying around to see better days Love is knowing that in the end You're living life with your best friend Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
I’m tired of hearing how life’s so sweet, And how we should bow, and kiss His feet! I’m sorry to all those who believe, I just don’t buy the stories they’ve weaved, ‘cause as far as I can tell, We’re already living in hell. It’s not that I don’t believe in a higher power, But why should I have to be afraid and cower? If He is really all that great, And to see Him would cause us all to gape, Why does the bible speak so much of rape? We’re not even supposed to speak his name. Why?! So there’s... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Conversation with the Serpent
Fate? What is my fate, but that which you have made for me? You led me to knowledge through the forbidden tree, hiding my nakedness, not wanting Him to see. Seduced by whispered lies, meant to deceive, blamed and persecuted because I believed. And you ask what if the decision of fate is reprieved? My fate is a punishment where all women bleed, because in the beginning I carried your seed? Through you, came Cain, all know his name. With his life came lies, murder and pain. Because I chose you... Sign in to see full entry.