She wasn't worth much
But I loved her I did
Like nothing I loved before
She was rusty and dusty
She didn't smell good
And had a dent in her passenger door
I was only sixteen
Thought I was cool
Driving around feeling badder than bad
The greatest feeling on earth
To have your own wheels
Even though she belonged to my dad
There was a tear in the front seat
And the radio was broke
It took a while to start
With a manual choke
She had a manual transmission
And the headlights were weak
She had a miss in the engine
And a slight oil leak
But I held up my head and felt like a star
Driving around in that rusty old car.
Kids don't seem to have love affairs with their vehicles anymore. This was a
black 1950 two door Ford coup. The memories were priceless.
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006
Li Po, the Wanderer
Was appointed Court Poet
Yet left again in haste,
Preferring the bright noise of a waterfall
To the white noise of courtesans and kings.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2008
I can't give no more
Your trashy scenes
I do aplore
Sleeping around
No more
Our special day
Wedded bliss
Your selfishness
Wasted kiss
Trashed years
Spent with you
Unloved
Makes me spew!
Treated like trash
Wonder who I am
No longer a wife
No ones woman
You apologise
Because it's what you are
We were never close
But very far
It's what I see
What do you want from me?
.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
Southern Butterfly
The Green dill gave him a thrilll
Caterpillars born
Caterpillars gone
Dill eaten none remains now
Empty stems no chance
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
i'm somewhere in rome
quite far from home
though many many miles apart
across the sea and into your heart
i send my love and wish for cheer
to abide with you from year to year
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win.
Well, I’m a mother… so this worried me… on how this would all end.
A Troll and a Bear… fighting…I feared nothing good could come of that.
So, I had to find a way to come between them, to stop them in their tracks.
I talked to the Trolls, who said: this was a thing they… simply… had to do.
In fact, they said they’d all go, and would cheer it on, till it was finally through.
They left when I wasn’t looking, and I had to be there to stop it… so I ran.
The battle would be in the Bear groves where the bully frogs all live.
First I tripped over a root, breaking my shoe, so barefoot… I continued on.
Then I fell into the creek, coming up with mud everywhere, all around.
Brambles caught my shirt tearing my sleeve, but I certainly, wouldn’t give up.
I’ll admit, that Panic does some strange things, as I continued… to… speedup.
Watching where I was going would have been a really good thing, I agree.
But, I ran into the grove, a mad woman, with pepper spray in my grasp, you see.
Low and behold, I’d been wrong! There was a card game quietly going on.
The bears and the Trolls in their best clothes: and all sat there, giving a yawn.
It then dawned; this was a poker game of high stakes, which I had come upon.
The bully frog referees and everyone looked at me, like my mind was totally gone.
Actually, that’s probably right... Maybe, with worry… I truly had… gone mad.
Quietly I sat down, to watch the game… until the bear won it all… how sad.
Embarrassed, I tried to quietly sneak out: very quickly, you can be assured.
Low and behold, I ran straight into a tree… getting their attention, for sure.
Laughing hilariously, one of the Trolls picked me up, and carried me home.
He said, he was afraid for my health, should I be allowed to further roam.
They were right of course, but my mind will be better by tomorrow morn
You’ll see… I’ll prove it… when my next new poem is born…
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
I am the rain…
Squeezed out of dark clouds of experience
Thundering, booming, pounding down
Falling, pouring, crashing down
You love me
You hate me
You hide from me
You dance in me
You want me to stay
You want to drive me away
I am the rain…
I drench you
I soak you
I make you scream
I tease you
I please you
I make you dream
Ask me!!!
I can…..
Bathe your body
Saturate your soul
Flood your heart
Seep into your mind
I have wet healing
In my droplets of hope, life, and love
I am the gentle rain
I am the angry rain
I am the soothing rain
I am the seething rain
I am the joyful rain
I am the mournful rain
I am the rain
I am the rain
But you……
You are the sun!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
The Seven Seas of Rhye
A mythical destination for all those that do wrong.
This write sang to the tune of
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again, Hurrah, Hurrah
USS Linda
She sails the high seas of the soup
HURRAH, HURRAH
Searching for a poetry scoop
O YEAH, O YEAH
Her eyes are keen, for she has been
A long time here, a poetry queen
She sails the, HIGH SEAS, of this poetry soup
The sailors standing on their decks
OUR DECKS, OUR DECKS
With kind words she will save our wrecks
HA HA, OUR WRECKS,
The dented bows, she will raise
With an irony, of praise
Then she’ll cast off, WISE ASS, continue on her treks
She sails along, she shows no fear
NO FEAR, I FEAR
Through stormy waters she will steer
WILL STEER, WILL STEER
She needs no man, with guiding hand
She lets you know, to understand
She makes it, QUITE CLEAR, she needs no buck-in-here
You’ll notice that she sports an A
A NAY, A NAY
Lets hope that B, she stays away
A WAY, A WAY
Cause I don’t know, about you
But I could never, handle two
If she ever, TURNS UP, it’s on your knees and pray
She steams through waters very deep
SO DEEP, SO DEEP
She’ll write you verses, make you weep
YOU WEEP, YOU WEEP
Then she’ll traverse, with laughter verse
Her every word, you will rehearse
And her smoke and, MIRRORS, into your faves you keep
Upon her stern, though don’t ask why
ASK WHY, ASK WHY
Poet Destroyer, six foot high
SIX HIGH, SIX HIGH
Upon the waves, you find you toss
But this one, you must never cross
Or she’ll send you, TO THE, Seven Seas of Rhye
~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~~
She might send me, ~~~o~ o ~~~~ o ~~ o ~~~~
~ ~~ ~~~ ~ o ~~ TO THE, ~~~~o ~~~ ~~~~
~~~ ~~~ o ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~ Seven Seas of Rhye.
~ ~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ o ~~ ~~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~
Hahahahahahaha
Blurbble glurgle
The Seven Seas of Rhye
Fear me you lords and lady preachers
I descend upon your earth from the skies
I command your very souls you unbelievers
Bring before me what is mine
Can you hear me you peers and privy councillors
I stand before you naked to the eyes
I will destroy any man who dares abuse my trust
I swear that you'll be mine
Sister I live and lie for you
Mister do or else die
You are mine I possess you
I belong to you forever
Storm the master marathon I'll fly through
By flash and thunder fire I'll survive
Then I'll defy the laws of nature
And come out alive
Then I'll get you
Begone with you short and shady senators
Give out the good, leave out the bad evil cries
I challenge the mighty titan and his troubadours
And with a smile
I'll take you to the seven seas of Rhye
Written by Freddie Mercury for the song
Seven Seas of Rhye
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013
I'm Drowning in my Sins
The Devil has me in a Spin.
It Never Seems Like I'm Going to Win
I Pray to God to Forgive Me, but my Sins seem to Repeat.
Lord, Don't let me Suffer in Defeat.
I'll kneel and Kiss your Feet, But in this battle, I'm Losing Me.
My Soul is Living Free
Knowing in the End Torture is Forever Bonded to me.
Keep Inhaling The Smoke and get Thrown in the Fire.
My Deepest Desires gets Me Thrown in the Fire.
So does that Mean My Mind is Messed Up?
My Spirit Messed Up?
Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.
Forgive Me For My Thoughts
Forgive Me For My Desires
Every Day I'm Sinning I Feel like I'm Getting Closer to The Day I Expire
Wash Me Clean
Make Me New
Bring Me To The Light and Let The World Hear My View
Copyright © Malcolm Brooks | Year Posted 2013
Mama, I saw you in my dreams..
Your face lit up as I see you...
I remember how you protect me..
I remember how you tuck me as i want to sleep..
I remember how you hold me when i'm sick..
I remember how you smiled when i succeed..
And how you cry each time I'm broken...
Mama, I miss you...
I don't say, i love you much...
But I put it in many ways...
I want you be proud of me...
I want you not be scared of me...
Trust me, I can manage & pass any storm..
Trust me, I'll not give up..
Trust me, I am no child no more
Trust me, I'm putting into actions what you want me to be...
Mama, I wish we shared more hugs...
I wish we had more strolls...
I wish we sang more songs..
I wish we do gardening again..
I wish, I'll make your pastries again...
Mama, my only mama
I love you in thousand ways..
Carrying me nine months carefully...
Please on your birthday..
Be happy and merry...
I am your second daughter..
Who have been loving you better and better...
by
olive_eloi
07/27/2013
12:25 pm
note: this poem is made and inspired by my mama, for whom have always been with me all the time and who have never stopped loving me.. thank you ma...
CONTEST: POEM FOR MOMMY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE (TO GOD THE GREATEST GLORY)
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2013
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
Most folk knew her since she was a nipper,
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper.
A woman always cheerful and chipper,
She twirled her tassels publicly, but still
No one knew that Mavis was a stripper,
They thought she worked at Tesco on the till.
Copyright © Elisabeth Sheaffer | Year Posted 2013
The valley was so green
To my love swept eyes,
And all that I now beheld,
Was so alive with life.
There seemed to be
Melodies of unknown
Origins, floating on
Air massaging my
Ears, pricking my heart.
And I would sit so full,
Knowing no pains of
Physical hunger, for my
Present state would not
Allow it to happen.
For my hunger was of
A different nature that
Could never be satisfied
But by the one who cast
Her spell on me.
For I would never again
Be satisfied, unless I
Became a part of the
Matrix of her heart.
I needed to taste of
the endless pleasures
Which I longed to explore
In the current timeshare,
That found my heart being
Cradled in her hands.
I could not move far
away from her side,
As the pleasures that
Her love brought to my
daydream, swept my
Love filled mind away.
And when I awakened,
My hunger was replaced
By a much stronger need...
To make her mine.
Copyright © Wendell Brown | Year Posted 2013
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder,
Nothing more for me to lose.
-Broken dreams.
-Broken hearts.
-Broken wings.
-My broken parts.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
I'm struggling harder,
To stay alive.
I'm struggling harder now,
To say goodbye.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
It's a little bit harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
-Please come, fix me.
-Please, fix me now.
Rational thinking,
Wise to choose.
I'm struggling harder now,
Nothing more for me to lose.
Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2013
Sunset. Synergy is moving between chairs
that don't quite match, widening tight circles
of rovers. Muses Cafe, a small cove where
views internalize, so we heave heavy troubles
outside. Minstrel Mary Anne Epp shelters
songs about happenstance. When a server drops
a plate, she ad libs, Save cracks for later.
Heads nod to her witty vibes, bite-sized bops.
Inspiration strums as parlance sighs, Good grief,
my journal's at home. You say, All's fine.
but your purse offers only ONE loose leaf,
curiously room enough for TWO to lay lines.
Pens groove. Friend, you prove that poets can wage
self-determined verse while on the same page.
*For Kathryn
Copyright © Cyndi Macmillan | Year Posted 2014
In the shadow's of the Gothic Renaissance period,
In this age of beauty's enlightenment, and free
Thinking for men, Houska Castle was built.
Not as a fortification to repeal invaders, nor for
Strategic positioning, nay it's thick stone walls,
Were meant to keep something locked within.
Steeped in folklore's mystery, it's sheer cliffs
Drop upon jagged edges unmerciful rocky
Points beneath.
Surrounded by thickets heavy forest, in the
Czech Republic mountains, it's eerie appearance,
Gives one a feeling that you are being watched, by
Something unnatural.
As the sun light breaks through the trees,
The dawn's rays push back the nights dark
Embrace, exposing this a shunned forgotten
Place.
The ancient aristocracy commissioned it's
Construction, by royal commend, not to be
Blessed within but only outwardly.
Called the gateway to hell, beneath a deep
Holes abyss does exist, and misshapen animal
Bones remain untouched.
No human souls are known to walk these
Unholiest of grounds.
Here only the devils breed stalks, any intruders,
So step ever so lightly, if thy choose to visit,
For you may become it's quarry, and never leave
It's darkened realm.
Pace yourself, brace yourself, child of man,
Listen to the inner spiritual voice within,
And run for your life itself.
The eyes at the windows of Houska castle,
Bang their ghostly hands, against it's glass pains,
Keeping rhythm,
With thine own human heart beat.
All adventures beware thy journey’s end,
Is it truly worth the price, this quest for the thrill,
Or a physical adrenals rush, the cost thy very soul.
Leave this corner of darkness, unexplored, and well
Enough alone.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-28-14
Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2014
Sometimes I can’t go to sleep;
because she just won’t shut up!
Obsessive chatterbox, interrupts until I put
pen to paper or brush to canvas.
The many nights she’s had me working at
two, three or four am;
she doesn’t stop until her imagery has a physical home.
My walls are full of her mid-night neighborhoods,
Bold-colored tantrums and ravings.
My hand aches; searing pains wreak havoc
on spent tendons but, she won’t shut up.
My journals are clogged from her cries,
jokes and yes, wisdom.
My life is full because of her, even without rest.
Somehow, sleeplessness is insignificant
in the light of her gifts.
I never want to live without Muse.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014