#copyright
We spill our words like blood into cups of light,
pulling them from places we don’t name aloud.
Each line costs something, our sleep, memory, breath and pain ! Hopes dreams and things we find happy and beautiful,
and once written, it looks easy to take.
It’s a miracle strangers come to read us,
pause in their lives to stand inside our storms, feel us for a minute and exhale.
But wonder is not permission.
Attention is not ownership.
Flattery is not consent.
Out here, silence learns to copy.
Songs are born from poems without asking.
Machines are fed what we leave unguarded,
Ai trained on voices they never paid to hear.
Copyright is not our ego.
It is a boundary drawn in ink.
A way of saying: this came from me,
and that matters.
A single disclaimer can be a shield
one line that blankets every page,
stops names being changed,
stops claims being made by hands that never wrote, never bled or walked the poets path of pressure, endurance, thought, and emotional weight,
Protect what you pour.
Not because you fear you work being read, or abducted.
but because your words are alive,
and living things deserve to be defended, they are part of whom you are.
Here is a legally binding blanket Copyright to either put on your profile or poems.
© # Poets Name. All poems here are original and copyrighted. No reproduction, adaptation, musical use, AI training (including Suno), or derivative use without written consent.
In the end it's Mind over Matter - if you don't mind it doesn't matter, as for me! My words are my voice and I don't want my words distributed and used free.
*** If you agree please repost this our works are precious and they not to be used without proper written consent!***
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
The one and only, my life's shadow;
Braided through the strings of rights.
You keep on seeing me like your doll,
So you could copy all my highlights.
Your hauntings lurk me every night,
Reflecting every thing I do,
But when the sun sheds its light;
Nothing you did stays true.
And when the moonlight's choosing me,
In the darkness when I barely can see;
You grow darker and stronger,
Consuming me and my every color.
Regardless how far I go;
You cling to me slow,
Claiming each part of who I am,
Without a hint of shame.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
-
in case you was curious,
that "©" which appears
at the end of a writer's
printed work is purposed
to indicate copyrighted
materials within it's body
recorded —somewhere—
on government stationary in
a government office located in
a government city guarded
by government agents who
typically are out to lunch on
the government's dime
(our dime)
but _My_ lil " ©" doesn't
cost all that much, like if
you buy stickers from
an alarm security outfit for
seventeen bucks to throw on
the front and rear windows
of your house,
instead of the $ 1,700 system
that wont go off unless
YOU are there to
turn it off.
still, its nice to know—
a burglar would be less likely
to risk setting it off from
reading the copyright notice
anyhow...
s jones
© 2020
.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
The keyboard calls out after beer and gentle drugs give a nudge
I have a plethora of burning thoughts but my fingers won’t budge.
I want something sweet and comforting with a sweet tone
But fear and anxiety have cut me deep to the bone.
Its not writer’s block but a fear of tomorrows story
I fear it may be very messy and gory.
Who knows what bus will be the one or perhaps a grenade
Or standing in the cold of a Santa Claus parade
Don’t think too much it can cause many bad cuts
It can drive the car of life into several deep ruts.
Dance everyday though no music is playing
thinking all day on what your soul keeps saying
Dig up some words never heard in this life before
The ones that will be remembered and cut you to the core
Your legacy has the value of a suitcase and some ink
Hoping what you’ve written down will cause just one to think.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
Leaves of varied colours scatter as a promise of tomorrow,
The winter winds may bring chills, ice and bitter sorrow.
The scourge floats through our homes traveling on personal spit
Seeking a new customer and a friendly place to sit.
Masks and gloves cover faces and hide our sad expression
But these thin disguises cannot eliminate our growing depression.
We wait for an easy answer from a pile of helpless failed leaders
Knowing full well they won’t succeed they are all just bottom feeders.
We older souls just sit and wait with anticipated anxiety
While politicians turn to money and cloak the choice in piety
Kiss your treasured love ones and hold them very close
They are our only hope for a love filled vaccine dose.
We are the ones they will sacrifice at every single turn
As the fire continues on in rage we are the ones to burn.
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
The company of:
An intelligent friend will nourish your brain.
A loyal friend will safe guard your heart.
A motivated friend will charge your life with energy.
A wise friend will show you the way.
A kind friend will fill your soul with love.
An optimistic friend will brighten your life with hope and inspiration.
A moral friend will effect a purpose in your life.
A humorous friend will bring laughter to your days.
A spiritual friend will promote peace in your life.
Hussein Dekmak
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
Have you ever had a song repeat?
And turn you a certin way?
For in passing I see
Now that Mayer maybe
When he said
"Would you say what you need to say?"
Such is a necessity
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
I stumble when my tired feet attempt to walk,
I stutter when my ancient tongue tries to talk.
I count the years and fear strikes me cold
I know now that I am afraid of being old.
A wrinkle arrives most every single day
No amount of treatment can make it go away.
Rest does little to appease my constant fear
I think about the other side and shed a quiet tear.
Will I miss my loves, my dreams and such?
Will I still long for someone’s warm loving touch?
Age always works for wine and cheese
But it is a tragic enemy of memories.
Dreams become less important and almost dry
No warmth or promise not even a gentle sigh.
Tread lightly when you wake each morn
Try to recall that special day the one when you were born.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC
If I could fly,
Then I would try.
If I could try,
Then I would not fail.
And when I do not fail,
I can escape
And I will be free
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Love that is seen in the smallest of moments, is what makes life livable
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 3:52 AM UTC
stealing other poet's poems
is so rampant and rife
looters will attest to the works
being of their original life
with a swag of online poetry sites
used by plagiarists plundering
no poet's heart and soul efforts
are dismissed from the sundering
pilfers of verse ever busy themselves
they're such industrious thieving elves
should they take a fond liking
for what you've written
they'll stow your wonderful lines
in a crook's mitten
copyright and true possession
of materials you've produced
get no attention from they who've
a penchant for something re-produced
under our radar they
do the wicked deed
could be said they are
so unethical of creed
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 7:05 PM UTC
"It's easy to die but it's not easy to live."
-D.E.T
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
I wander aimlessly around my tiny world, cringing at the pain
I worry about tomorrow’s plan and curse at today’s rain.
Joints of hell and fire make every step a burden,
yet no end in sight and more of the same is certain.
I want to stand as tall as a little man and breathe fire,
not be known as a poet without words or a liar.
I want to battle through the agony and avoid the tears
I need to dig a little deeper to make sure I hide my fears.
Older may be better when discussing the fine wines
But in the body of an old man it’s a world of wrinkles and lines
I recall the early days as many writers do, words flowed like beer
music never stopped and there was always more to hear.
Looking in a morning mirror is a terror in itself
I see the face of a statue that belongs on someone’s shelf.
Where is the smile and all the character that made me young
where is all the harmony for the songs I’ve always sung?
Will this happen to everyone as years slip through their hands
Will all my friends and family watch the sifting sands?
Time will tell I have been told as I wither and fight on
I hope the best of me is coming.... but not gone.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
BY:D.E.T
Faith belongs to those who are not blind
To sight the light and darkness
When the light's fade
All you are left is with darkness
Because 'tween the light there was always the darkness
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Our Hearts Together
My love for you is so utter true love
From deep inside my sorrow heart I could never explain why I truly love you and how truly deep the love inside me is your one of a kind in life I cannot stop thinking about your warm honest heart I think about you and it makes my heart smile I'm truly grateful to have a wonderful women as bright beautiful like you in my life when I sad and lonely feeling down
I stop and think about you my heart smiles and beats of true love and utter happiness so glad
When I think about you my true love our hearts where ment together mine beats love yours beats happiness together forever in each other's hearts and we shall never be torn apart my true love.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
"Without light we would be forever in darkness..
Without darkness, we would never know the light."
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC