*7/6 meter – 1/3 – 2/4 rhyme scheme*
For they who see in sorrow
That peer into its midst,
If life is but a borrow,
What purpose then exists?
To covet life's misgiving,
Yet fear to pass beyond,
What then is left worth living
For those... – by Steve Dupere | 88 Views added 26 days ago
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Creation vs. Evolution
There is no day without night
There is no night without dark. --
Without first a preemptive might
There is no plight to spark.
Evolution is simulation,
So what of reality's... – by Steve Dupere | 77 Views added 1 month ago
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Winter Doldrums And A Wish For Spring
Winter's vigil ushers me into an ether
of higher cognition that stretches dusk
into moonlight that whisks me into fluxes
of crisp Carolina air -- fantasy.
I've set to conjure my Eden teeming
with... – by Steve Dupere | 75 Views added 1 month ago
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Inspired by the wacky wit of Phil Maund, THE foremost wittest north, south, east and west of everywhere.
Of resilience, the more I wish
The less I am apt to possess.
With thinking a bit uncertain
My memory starts to regress.
Standing up... – by Steven R Dupere | 28 Views added 2 months ago
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As once was I a soul less sinned
Stand now a man far more chagrined.
As bones shriek loud like rusty doors
The years pass by forevermore.
The mirror trolls like taunting friend,
Reflecting lines I cannot fend.
My hair, once dark, in younger... – by Steven Dupere | 99 Views added 2 months ago
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*Please read the description*
AI Generated Poetry and the Cheaters
For those who take to deception
By way of ChatGPT,
The rest of we with integrity say,
Remove your friction and flee.
Last are you who bring disgrace
By wallowing... – by Steven Dupere | 197 Views added 2 months ago
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We lost one of our gifted friends here on Poetry.com recently. This is dedicated to our friend, Robin Loving. Rest easy, dear friend.
Goodbye Our Poetry.com Friend
(Dedicated to Robin Loving)
To an anguish they cut like razors,
And so... – by Steve Dupere | 132 Views added 3 months ago
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It is me, I am here, your son,
A memory among the dark,
The shadow you opted to shun
By fate of an ill-tempered spark.
You burned me like a flame of fire,
Unbridled in heat of your rage
To cower each jeer of your ire
That scarred me at six... – by Steve Dupere | 111 Views added 4 months ago
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Poetry Is...
It is 3 a.m. insomnia,
And briskness of a morn --
A mother in hard labor
And babies being born.
A frozen flurried Winter
And scented hues of Spring --
... – by Steve Dupere | 909 Views added 4 months ago
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This is not a poem. All deleted poems are actual deleted poems. No need to toss in arbitrary ratings. Thank you. ;-)
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A rouge-red sunrise greets the morning,
Blazing the distance like fire at dawn.
Heard far and high a raven squabbles,
Rousing the wrestle of prattling fawn.
A scurried skitter of pert, pink clouds
Shades the strata to shadow the land.
A... – by Steven Dupere | 62 Views added 5 months ago
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Society is a black eye to the lonely. Insecurity keeps me at arm’s length from the incivility of judgmental eyes.
I am brought to perception by a mirror’s cognition to see myself as alternate reality. No one cares for my thoughts, so I embrace... – by Steve Dupere | 73 Views added 6 months ago
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Autumn's Arrival
On a fringe of forest I sat alone
A tell of sunlight breached the trees –
A shiver seeped into my bone
As chill befell the morning breeze.
A red-gold meadow confronts my eyes,
Sage green... – by Steven Dupere | 410 Views added 6 months ago
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By flesh of spirit came you through the fire,
A savior-be to the many you’ve blessed,
Embracing their sadness to lift them higher
As they’ve lain in wait to be caressed.
You have tasked yourself to every need,
For it is you who would carry... – by Steven Dupere | 57 Views added 6 months ago
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I’m talking to the precious young lad
To remember all the fun that he had
To smile at things that made him glad
Who shed the tears when he was sad
You were free to come and go at will
And to brave the cold of winter’s chill
When penny candy... – by Steven Dupere | 71 Views added 6 months ago
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Men are stories with many complexities
But who does the bidding to assess the man?
His mother graces him with a mother’s love
While his father teaches as best he can.
For a man his strength comes with many faces
As he falls under glare of... – by Steven Dupere | 90 Views added 7 months ago
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I have seen your love in faithful display,
When trust was fluid like water in kind,
Yet remain in torment of deed that day,
Eventfully torn by an unfaithful mind.
A heathen, you've trod upon sacred ground
When thought I'd not seen you in that... – by Steven Dupere | 74 Views added 8 months ago
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Dedicated to friend and fellow poet,
Robin Loving. Get well soon my friend.
We love you.
Our Friend Robin Loving
A sobering silence echoes the void
Of she who fell hard from grace --
How does love fill a love devoid
For she whom we... – by Steve Dupere | 172 Views added 8 months ago
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America's Fight for Freedom
A nation sordid by precedent past
And nuptial need for humanity
By governments of corruptible cast
Shall suffer its own inhumanity.
If to sift us through your fire
As to render a single silence
Be that we might... – by Steven Dupere | 269 Views added 9 months ago
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You shit yourself like a back-alley bum,
Sobriety was, “I’ll give it a try.”
Abstinence said, "Let's go get sober."
As you spun more truth into lie.
What was the world to you as a drunk?
What is anything to those on the run?
You laid in a... – by Steven Dupere | 274 Views added 10 months ago
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The Poet
Lest he to sate its human trait,
Falls nigh upon the eyes --
The Poet cites a morning plight,
Invites the dawn to rise.
Parable be but withered dust
Should word evoke no feel --
The psalmist brings, as if the Spring,
A warmth... – by Steven Dupere | 426 Views added 10 months ago
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When he was a boy,
Life was dramatic --
He learned to be small
Safe in the attic.
Invisible child,
As slight as his word,
Made to be silent,
A shadow unheard.
Talk was restricted,
Speaking forbidden --
He dared not a peep,
His... – by Steven Dupere | 505 Views added 11 months ago
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They’ve spun your name all of my life,
Reeling me in with scriptural hooks,
Yet I only really knew your worth
Outside the fables inside their books.
Preachers condemned everything I was,
Then cleansed me with crocodile tears.
But I saw you... – by Steven Dupere | 89 Views added 11 months ago
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Youth was a gateway to my awakening,
As I began to conceive the lie.
When I believed I was going to live forever,
Was the day I began to die.
Night after night I sought its destruction,
Partying away without any shame,
Abusing my mind,... – by Steve Dupere | 104 Views added 1 year ago
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Pledge of Grievance:
I hedge my grievance to the gag of the divided fates of Scamerica; And to the blind public for whom it disbands, done invasion, undergone, divisible, with liability injustice for all.
Watching Congress bicker is like... – by Steve Dupere | 74 Views added 1 year ago
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