https://allpoetry.com/story/13932659-A-True-Friend-by-Lucretia-Mccloud

To Dear Young Ones: Hatred blinds minds not to see beauty invested in humanity. Hatred closes opening doors to hearts honest stored in mortal cores. Hatred believes in spreading evil seeds misinterprets motives to horrors proceed. Do we let hearts bleeding lead? Or allow searching enlightened brains to love surrender in humanitarian deeds? When stirred … More Darkening Skies

A Full Moon A moonlit walk along an empty path a mind in a whirl, but not anxious about their back for fear did cease of man or beast as love killed hate in this world of peace as alone they stroll tranquil yet, thoroughly at ease. A cat decides to swagger along this tiger … More A Full Moon

‘All the World’s a Stage’ (contest:Kaleidoscope) Thought torn curtains need never close with actors of every nation composed masked or known fifteen minutes in adornment worn on a stage screening centuries a star is born aged and another born again and again yet the audience stays same briefly awed, bored, dazed as this constant stream … More ‘All the World’s a Stage’

Diamond Dust Once refined to brilliant,educated of mind. Elevated. Enraptured  my heart by you, Divine spinning me in due season into gravel girl blasted busted by unkind, brutal plastered silt under feet as hot tears stream me down a dark cavern to repeat rough, unrefined. Bruted in reverse. Diamond Dust. Undefined. Written orignally for contest … More Diamond Dust

Xenophobia Xenophobia zaps unity. Kills joint love wherever destructive egos gravitate together perpetuate attitudes condescending braggadocious manipulate others into hysteria fear. Suspicion never yields valuable quality relationships. Write a poem for contest (A)maze Me Such With Your (Z)eal! – Crazy dave C’mon! Submit a work using all letters of the alphabet Without them all just … More Xenophobia

‘All Is Well! . . . All Is Well!’ All crowns internationally agreed this woman, her throne quickly globally to concede; though, actually, yanked from her indeed. She did not give it up willingly. As she, in her heart, preened: ‘I sit as queen, and I am not a widow, and I will never see … More “All Is Well! . . . All Is Well!”

Butterfly Wings Day-flying moths, beautiful butterflies with glorious colors gliding into visual and our lives with a grace apace slowly or swiftly their ability in their flutterings. And when on you one lands a sweetness and happiness one feels inside or out maybe a squeal or appreciative muttering. Yet, one must not forget their efforts … More Butterfly Wings

Ten Miles High (contest Cloudy with a chance of poetry) Ten miles high into a darkening sky to peer not afraid, but respectful I have no fear behind my window pane without lights interior, I’m still while lying waiting, waiting, as you rumble your words increasingly saying, “I’m loud. I’m proud. I’m mighty.” His sound. … More Ten Miles High

IF IT SHOULD DELAY (Contest Chain poem contest. Points: – Willb491) If it should delay as a child sings “Are we there yet?” hoping a grand adventure to soon begin ringing, ringing loving parents ears as patiently to distract them they do, to focus on things like games to play or out of the window … More IF IT SHOULD DELAY