#nine
On this powerful day, God blessed me twice,
placing two miracles into my life.
My boys, you are my fire, my heartbeat,
my purpose and my joy, perfectly complete.
I often choose moments with you,
over parties or dancing the night through.
My truest delight, my soul’s gentle light,
is the quiet love we share each night.
I love lifting you, cheering your name,
guiding your steps, fueling your flame.
Nothing shines brighter, nothing feels right,
than watching you rise, your spirits in flight.
On 11/11, not just my babies came,
a mom was born, bold, fierce, untamed.
You shaped my courage, rebuilt my soul,
and made my world beautifully whole.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 10:15 PM UTC
9 used to be my favorite number
not until the 9th of september it was
that's when we started dating
9th was also my birthday
you promised you wouldn't forget it like the rest did
now that your gone though
whats so special about the number 9?
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
To: Mr./Mrs. Divinity,
cc: HP
every now then,
like once-a-day,
🫤
you collect new voices,
and make me scream
so-way-out-loud,
*a new poet, an original voice,
that screams read me,
my way of expressing my self,
Is special,
Is unique,
and Dear Mr./Mrs. Divinity,*
let me summarize thusly,
ThanK
YoU,
for this day's
sun,
and,
new voice I'm hearing,
and touching my
feelings,
your organized chaos,
now mine, shar-ed,
just like a good new
poet
hallelujah,
should…
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC
Enshrouded by youth, the chorus became eclipsed,
And echoes enveloped seven heads of the Six.
Repeated without the veil of truth, six became eight,
Divided, corresponding with the Evangelical Fruit.
Subsequently, nine became seven and seven became nine
As the subtraction of three from four equalled six.
Separations of the fourteenth whole coordinated,
Containing remnants of the fifth,
Creating eighty-four marriages
Of the Sevenfold Betwixt.
Suffice to say, two preceded one,
Followed by the Heavenly Body.
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC
When I say I’m in love;
it feels easy to say, but much harder to do, much harder to
prove—to keep it entertained, in maintaining my youth.
And to walk all over somebody’s heart; you fit the world’s shoes.
So forgive me to say;
it’s not always as easy for me to say that I love you.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is a drug—I guess as the addicts who waste their funds.
Funny how the nose will run, chasing a cold love. To cuff your
heart in the glove of love. Sometimes we’re not left breathless after
making out—it’s in the terms of us breaking up.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is dumb; as the phrase, “two fools in love”.
But what of those intellect—to invest time into their love.
Never mind, I won’t speak up. I don’t have the heart to speak up.
I’m really not in love.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is lust; for words in factor of those who want love
after trying their luck. You look to a love of what’s to come—
the question of, “will their make me ***
To few of those who want to make love, but instead just want
to fake love. Enjoying the moment of a rush.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is sorrow; phrases of, “I’ll make it up to you by tomorrow”.
But does it follow. To swallow his pride—I doubt it takes like chowder. You fix your face with powder, but you address
the situation with a new dress. As if you being sweet could
turn a person’s sour.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is King; as it rules your heart—knowing every King needs
a Queen. As every hand has a mouth to feed. So do you make
food for thought, or the sweet nothings of make believe?
_These are quotes about love._
Love is gem; precious if true, if you don’t make it pretend.
You’d love one, but unfortunately would of kissed ten.
You could marry a friend, or a stranger instead. In the end,
do you keep your love, or quickly spend?
_These are quotes about love._
Love is eye; we all see what we like.
Some value curves, others the shape of beauty inside.
Some fall for the heart, others are attracted by the mind.
A few in the sights of vile—as toxic relationships in denial.
_These are quotes about love._
Love is wrath; the wrath of a heartbroken woman,
burning everything in her path. You had your chance.
As you’ve loved first, you will love last.
_These are the nine quotes about love._
Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 12:20 PM UTC
tried to clean your grave
again today. i miss you.
i was only three.
he blames you, you know,
for something you said to him
when he was sixteen:
"make her come back home;
don't come back until you do.
go get your mother."
he didn't talk back.
"you didn't do that back then."
1983.
instead, he broke down
thinking you abandoned him
just like that woman.
i know you loved him.
i know you were a good man.
something ****** you up.
whatever it was,
it was speaking through you then,
that unholy ghost.
he never heard me,
just beliefs to argue down
when i was that age.
i absolve you both
though i struggle to do so.
christe eleison.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Pool's Prince Charming
by Michael R. Burch
this is my tribute poem, written on the behalf of his fellow pool sharks, for the legendary Saint Louie Louie Roberts
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool,
making all the ladies drool ...
Take the “nuts”? I'd be a fool!
Louie, Louie, Prince of Pool.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis,
owner of (ahem) a similar pelvis ...
Compared to you, the books will shelve us.
Louie, Louie, pretty as Elvis.
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler,
ladies' man and constant rambler,
but such a sweet, loquacious ambler!
Louie, Louie, fearless gambler.
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic,
pool's charming hero, but tragic, Byronic,
winning the Open drinking gin and tonic?
Louie, Louie, angelic, chthonic.
NOTE: If you like my tribute you are welcome to share it, but please credit me as the author, which you can do by copying the title and subheading. I used poetic license about what Louie Roberts was or wasn't drinking at the 1981 U. S. Open Nine-Ball Championship. Was Louie drinking hard liquor as he came charging back through the losers' bracket to win the whole shebang? Or was he just pretending to drink for gamesmanship or some other reason? I honestly don't know. As for the word “chthonic,” it’s pronounced “thonic” and means “subterranean” or “of the underworld.” And the pool world at its worst can be very dark indeed, as Louie’s tragic demise suggests. But everyone who knew Louie seemed to like him, if not love him dearly, and many sharks have spoken of Louie in glowing terms, as a bringer of light to that underworld. Keywords/Tags: pool, shark, billiards, nine ball, Saint Louie Roberts, gambler, hustler
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
Today flipped through my 10th grade journal
Stumbled upon a list
My greatest desires at the time
Things for which I most wished
The first and only thing written
To find someone who loves me
Tells me I'm beautiful every day
When I look and act ugly
Here I am nine long years later
Blessed with that guy
I am still unhappy
Don't know why
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
I can't control your life
You can't let go of mine
Waiting
Hating
What's left in my mind
You seem to cross my memory
If I choose close my eyes
Forever
I'll see
What's next on the other side
Yet I'm left in ponder
It's only half passed nine
But it feels like a century
Like the beginning of time
Since you said goodbye
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
If six were nine
And Jimi Hendrix a nun
Would nine be none
Null and nil ?
And if sixth were ninth
And Jimi Hendrix a ninja
Falling like a sun into the sea mountains
on Ninety-null street
The world famous Quatre-vingt-dix-nullième rue
Would you mind ? Would you mind ?
Would you mind if September stopped to exist
And all the dead of September came back from Null None or Nil
And Jimi Hendrix were seventy-six.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
I want to know you hurt me as a lover
I want to know why your hurt innocent people
Who did your people no wrong
Why do you have to hurt innocent children girls
For what
Jihad???!!
Islam????!!!
The hippocratic oath????!!
More like jihadist oath.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
I am a
No good
No-one
and you can't
Tell me
Otherwise.
In the end
I've found
All that really
Matters
Is who you were to them,
A year before you died.
Because I put a bullet where I should have put a helmet,
Along with Honesty and Sincerity,
And all their friends and Virtues.
Rebirth is easy, it's living that gets tricky.
Reborn as a sinner:
Love me,
Hate what I do
Best.
What I do best
Is watch you fall to pieces
Limb from crushed bone limb,
And what I do best
Is write sad songs
That I hide away in a corner of my
Closet(ed mind).
When you die,
They remember you with flaws they had of their own.
They make it about them,
And their pain,
As though being a martyr
Could actually bring you back.
(As though a martyr
Could actually come back)
So call me Apathy,
That'll be my new name.
A lack of empathy
No pitying sympathy.
Because I cannot seem to make you realize,
I do not empathize
Nor will I ever sympathize
With you no-good
Nice guys.
I'm a bad guy
What can I say,
I'm the villain, the antagonist,
I was put here as a test--
I went wrong,
I went far beyond wrong,
I took a wrong turn onto the wrong path in the wrong forest
Where I just don't belong.
So goodbye for the night, and maybe the next few,
But remember my number not name, as only the living seem to do.
So just remember these words, from time to time:
I am a lack of the holy seven--
You see, in place and in honor, I make nine.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Call me change joining
goddess art of
"mnemosyne"
one of nine arts
changing muses among
many several other arts mine are
memory at best!
I am changing my art
and mouse
to include
the beauty I see in many poets and poetessess
on here H.P.
you are like gods and
goddessess
possessing nine glorious arts expressing
diverse entertaining
inspiring muses
memory commedy
idylic poetry
beauty dance
grace allure
a great poet showed me
to unstock from my
same old muse rhyme
to "fly free to glide soaring"
exploring my mind
into change
applying other arts
So I read your various
arts diverse muses from
many of you
on here H.P
greatfully learning
the many glorious poetic arts
diversity humility
treasures best
to stick around
H.P when the going
gets tough
my ink flows freely
renewed
my best commedy mask's on!
shephesd's crook!
wreath of ivy!
beauty grace in all of yours!
is here to stay
Inspired by great poet
master
Pagan Paul to use
my other arts
changing muses
~~~~~~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
updated 06-12-19
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
*Boy *: 1 2 3
Set me free
Girl: 6 5 4
Are you sure
Friends: 7 8 9
Everything will be fine
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
Within the stillness of that night,
when nothing seemed to be quite right;
They came to me with veins of ice,
and at that time, I was only nine.
~
What they wanted, I knew too well,
the shame, the pain, the guilt, the Hell;
My pulse went up, my heart, it fell,
they made me promise not to tell.
~
What could they possibly want with me,
I didn't understand, I couldn't see;
The horror drove me to my knees,
and I quietly cried out my small plea.
~
My call, it fell upon deaf ears,
as it had done, all of these years;
This wasn't the first time they brought fear,
nor the first time that I cried my tears.
~
"Won't you please just go away,"
this I wished, this I prayed;
But to no avail, they continued to play,
I felt that I was on display.
~
Just like the other nights before,
my body ached, and I was sore;
I didn't feel alive no more,
as I picked myself up off the floor.
~
When they were finished, they let me be,
alone again, just the walls and me;
I was shaking from my head to my feet,
they left me impure, and incomplete.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Here, have a dime,
My two cents by Five:
You're not that sublime
When it comes to being alive.
You slam some door and claim your might;
Not impressed by how you've dared
To shut the doors and scream to fight;
You're the kid that's truly scared
Of all the things you can't control,
All the things you'll never know;
Not fear nor anger will fill that hole;
Even roots must break dirt to grow.
You're stuffed in far too small a space;
Cramped wings find no room to fly;
Sometimes I wish you'd have the grace
To just let go and simply cry.
So much lost in the fear of being wrong;
A self-fulfilling prophecy in every song, when in point of fact:
There's more to life than being strong;
Your inner child's got a cataract.
You're the match that sets yourself aflame,
Because somedays you still need to feel;
Anything less would be far too tame
In this search for something real.
All I know of timeless wealth
Is how to give a loving hand;
We have to be the one to see ourself, but
By your side I Truly stand.
To speak of what's true:
If every fear is just projection
Then if I am to question you
Surely I speak to my own reflection.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
I can see
in the way
that you move
alluring
seductive
and so pure
that for me
you will be
big trouble
I can feel
when you move
in that way
the demon
take over
gracefully
he sways me
enchanted
towards you
For the way
that you move
so freely
I can't help
but to stare
you seen it
and I knew
how you moved
was for me
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
Reddit
You are a bunch
Of snowflakes
There is a difference
From normal to terrorism
There is a difference
Between a Muslim extremist
And a flipping Buddhist.
When will this BS of racism
And bigotry
End??!!
Jeeze!!!!!
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Where should I begin?
I really cannot say;
A circle knows no start or end,
Yet I know no other way.
I really cannot say
I understand myself.
Yet I know no other way;
In every eye I see wealth.
I understand myself:
A mirror, nothing more.
In every eye I see wealth,
And I open every door.
A mirror, nothing more;
A circle knows no start or end;
If I’m to open every door…
Where should I begin?
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC