Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

You just reach out for trouble.
Cause you think it makes you cool.
I hate to burst your bubble,
But you really are a fool.

You do stir up emotion,
When you monger war and hate.
You'll never find devotion,
Hell, or even just a date.

Your agenda is quite clear.
It's attention that you seek.
True emotion's what you fear,
So obvious when you speak.

Further comments won't be made,
Cause you just aren't worth my time.
In your swill may you be laid,
For your "poetry"'s a crime.

So just take it elswhere man,
I can get manure for free.
And whatever is your plan,
Bark it up another tree.

Long distance can cause compications,
And problems with communications.
Getting to know each other and such,
Harder without the taste, smell and touch

Cyber-romances can work out well,
But then again, they may be just Hell.
It all depends on those on the line,
If they are honest, things can be fine.

If you are pure and earnestly true,
Long distance romance can work for you.
Lay it all out, straight out from the front,
You just may find the one that you want.

But if you deceive, misrepresent,
Then things take on a sinister bent.
Things get all tangled, up in the lies,
When there is falsehood, somebody cries.

Getting to know each other online,
It's only normal, this day and time.
But play it straight, believe me it pays,
Honesty's best in these passion plays.

On a cold sinful night while my heart slept
A beautiful lady into my life crept.
She talked of a journey she planned to take
Seemed a similar path I wanted to make.

She whispered to my soul, set my heart on fire,
Of this precious journey, I blazed with desire.
Take my hand I said let this journey begin
For I cannot live with sin after sin.

Then the world beckoned, drew her back
She slipped fell through the crack
With my last breath I turned to my goal
“Let’s start the journey lonesome old soul”

The journey is long, alone to the end
The path is narrow bend after bend
With gravel in my teeth and thorns at my feet
Not a fellow traveler to meet

Yet my eye is simple and my heart is still
Faith keeps me moving to paradiseville.
Reaching my goal and journey’s end
A bounty of pure peace and true friend

I know in my heart I’ve passed the test
Closed my eyes and started to rest.
Then a tap on my shoulder, when I turn to see
A beautiful child whispers to me

“You cannot rest yet” he said with regret
“You must journey back, you’re my best bet.
Burdened with fear and a heavy load
My mother is searching for the narrow road”

‘She is alone now and I fear she’ll slip
Back to the darkness that sinking ship.
Her heart cries out your name still
For she has loved you and always will”

© Soterios

for give, for giving
the whole world seems
forgiven for living
these ends to extremes

for give me mine
indiscretions that
seemed so benign
i nearly fell flat

forgive me my will
that hard hit the wall
hardened me until
i forgot to recall

for give ruled golden
those marking my way
to many beholding
indebted to repay

forgive petty tiffs
words carelessly blurted
would take back if
not mindlessly inserted

forgive for deceiving
those loved the most
close bonds bereaving
pride left to boast

forgive me my pride
that brought to the brink
in cold heart to abide
hardened armor to chink

forgiving and forgetting
letting bygones be bygones
setting aside regretting
merciful pardon undergone

for give, to live
free from our angst
amongst the living
forgive to give thanks

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-30

I do love you so
But where have you gone?
I do love you
And it must be so wrong

I got up this morning
You were nowhere my mate
I fell ill in my mouring
For we were to have a first date

I missed you so much
And you caused me great pain
The emptiness as such
I could surely never ever faign

I started to dress as all grew slack
Could find you no where
Singles of blue, brown and black
My face a lonely blank stare

Where is my colourful mate
To even one of my lovely socks
I lament and anxiously state
I'm derranged and in shock

Thirty singles for a single foot
I can't understand a stitch
Who could have gave you the boot
Nothing to wear what a botch

I searched the old dryer
I even searched the washer too
Things have gotten dire
What is a sockless man to do

Matched them up for size
One black and one blue
Fear in my shocked eyes
Traumatized with first coffee with you

As I looked into the mirror
That face looked back at me

Tell me what did I see
That face staring back at me

It looked like Ive seen it before
But something about it I didn't know anymore

I heard it call out my name
But it just kept staring at me the same

Did I know you at one time I said
Or something about you that seemed unread

I still don't know who you are
Will you tell me please

It's just the inner self you see
It's you looking back at me

As we seek to find our partners,
To cherish and adore,
We're haunted by the specters,
Of those who've gone before.

The ones that hurt us badly,
And those who let us down,
Sweet lovers we loved madly,
Who played us for a clown.

Always hoping for the best,
We try again and then,
Find that it's like all the rest,
And we get hurt again.

So fear and trepidation,
Are understandable,
And even sad privation,
May seem prefer-able.

But love will never find us,
If we don't take the chance,
So come, let's let it blind us,
Please, may I have this dance?

Thunder claps
come down the hall
outside the rain
begins to fall

the raincoat hangs
upon the stand
for events like these
that come unplanned

into the street
I like to stroll
to see Mrs Toad
and Mr Mole

they live quite handy
down the road
in a typical suburban
humble abode

Mole will serve up
tea and jam
while Mrs Toad
prepares the ham

We talk of family
and local news
and trifling nothings
that do amuse

Better friends
are hard to find
they're a fitting tribute
to animal-kind

By 7 pm
I'm on my way
the rain has gone
for another day

as I skim the treetops
gazing all around
birds on nearby branches
joyfully sing their song

looking upwards on high
never ceases to astound
white clouds on a blue sky
looming in the background

glancing downwards
my vision contacts the ground
where water in a nearby stream
gently flows along

leaves that fell from the trees
have all turned to brown
dotting the green grass
growing on the ground

among the fallen leaves
some wildflowers abound
painting a lovely picture
leaving me spellbound

Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin

Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease

Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function

Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight

Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You still search for food with your keen eyesight

Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture