Best Idiom Poems
I was drinking wine
I was making minds mine
I was turning keys
I was setting people free
I was being deceived
By the silent side of me
I was welcomed home
I was gone away
I was free to roam
I was told to stay
I was being confused
By the soul that I had used
I was flying by
I was flying high
I was never questioned why
I was prepared to die
I was beautified
By the ugly side of life
I was crying tears
I was drowning in my fears
I was feeling weak
I was releasing my years
I was afraid to peak
Afraid to get near
I was smart enough to be a step ahead
She did more crying than I did
I was strong enough to be brave
She loved enough to be my slave
I was dumb enough to let her go
She was smart enough to lose hope
Caught between two stools poor grandma's toilet paper
Not for the Contest(Idiom with a double meaning: )
Inspired by SilentOne's One liner contest
Fresh upon the morning grove,
With day becoming hot,
And sitting there upon the stove,
A kettle and a pot.
The kettle blew and lifted high,
And poured into the cup,
With that to see it’s bottom by,
And so the pot spoke up.
“Pardon me to even know,
For I don’t mean to meddle,
But you are all black down below,”
The pot said to the kettle.
For a moment to rebuff,
The kettle answered back,
“I’ve seen your bottom oft enough
And yours is just as black.”
Looking down and much contrite,
The pot did then exclaim,
“It seems that Kettle, you are right,
I guess we’re both the same.”
Love poems, how trite they become.
Their hackneyed themes we want to scream.
We purposely shy away from
That genre, teeming so it seems
With grandiloquent, large supplies
Of conjured words with empty rings
Of cheating hearts and love that dies.
Ad nauseam is all it brings.
We wish just once that we could read
Where love’s expressed differently:
Brand new verses that supersede
Love’s banal themes in poetry.
Love-lost poems are sickening
But most of all they are boring.
small listening devices
there are squillions
washed up on shore
every day
but
you ask me about
this little shell
on my shelf
too often we ignore
such trivial things
this one
i noticed
Create an Idiom Poetry contest:
Literally objects/subjects that we consider irrelevant and disregard but would be wiser and fuller to heed if we were only willing to use small listening devices.
Note: This poem may be read starting from any line up or down backwards and in separate columns.
I noticed that the grass was always greener on the other side, as I made my way to the 18th hole and practiced my drive.
As I zip lined across with the greatest of ease, I finally noticed for the first time the forest for the trees.
That evening I again had to face the music, with baton in hand I tried not to lose it.
If my cat really has nine lives, why is he still roadkill up on the drive?
I finally threw in the towel as my washing machine let out a hungry growl.
I'd finally become a basket case as I stood before the judge with a can of mace.
We were all in the same boat, trying not to resort to cannibalism and to stay afloat.
I bit off more than I could chew, realizing this after the eating contest as I hurled and puked.
Before they went down the skiing slope, I told them to break a leg like a mindless dope.
The other day I finally went out on a limb, all the while thanking God I am pretty slim.
Haste makes waste unless you procrastinate.
They told me to keep my chin up or the the wound like a volcano would erupt.
Once more I knocked on wood, reading the "doorbell out of order" sign where I stood.
My parents always told me I had a one track mind, as I walked along the railroad tracks and read the railroad station sign.
They started dropping like flies having ignored the no fly zone sign.
Elsie the cow was slower than molasses,
that's why they finally decided to put her out to pasture.
With Stormin' Norman around you'd tremble with fear,
because all around him was lightning and thunder in the atmosphere.
I try not to get into too much of a habit, of trying to figure out
what nuns wear at the abbot.
It doesn't matter to me if I get burned, especially since I'm ashes in an urn.
Debby couldn't figure out why people's smiles would suddenly flounder,
till one day her new nickname was Ms. Debby Downer.
My dog is generally nice; his bark being much worse than his bite.
After cleaning up the elephant poop, I finally admitted that my life was a zoo.
Two's company and three's a crowd, but not after a polygamists vows.
My stomach would almost always get into a knot, till I stopped being a contortionist.
One hand always washes the other, especially if you always bathe with your lover.
I almost always kill two birds with one stone, that is why they don't fly in pairs by my home.
A penny saved is a penny earned, that's why I always have Dollar Tree money to burn.
The early bird always catches the worm, I know because when I do I've seen them squirm.
Money doesn't grow on trees, if it did then there would be no more leaves.
I try not to wear my heart on my sleeve, especially if there's no tissues around and I have to sneeze.
Well I guess its that time once again to hit the hay as I keep reminding the bales not to misbehave.
I try not to cry over spilt almond milk, especially if its an off brand and not the expensive Silk.
I want to remodel my kitchen I think, everything that is but the kitchen sink.
They alway's claim that Elvis has left the building, then why do I always still see impersonators making a living.
I walk around with a big chip on my shoulder, which is great because I sometimes forget to eat now that I'm older.
And finally, I hope one day when I kick the bucket, that it'll travel far enough to go into the Guiness World Book of Records.
Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words
used there and then
Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
Cowards die many times before their deaths…
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare
spouse
a souse
classic grouse
a big girl's blouse
portent ominous
assertions blasphemous
obscure and anonymous
his skulking is nefarious
utterances acrimonious
and implicature often dubious
uxorious but still pusillanimous
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An example of a rhopalic verse.
Rhopalism: A rhopalic sentence is one in which each successive word is one letter longer than the previous one. In poetry: where each word is one syllable more, or it might increase each line in a stanza by one syllable (per my example), or a metric foot.
IN THE SAME CATEGORY OF CONSTRAINED WRITING
The Rhopalic Couplet, also called Wedge Verse, was first used by Homer in the Iliad (3.182). It is a poetic unit of 2 rhopalic lines where each word progresses adding one more syllable than the preceding word in the line, for example, 1, 2, 3, 4 … syllables. The sequence of the syllable count can be identical in the second line, or it may be reversed. The couplet does not need not rhyme.
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In The Coward, stanzas are broken up along the syllables of the end rhymes: spouse, souse, grouse, blouse; om-i-nous, blas-phe-mous, a-non-y-mous; ne-far-i-ous, ac-ri-mo-ni-ous, du-bi-ous & pu-sil-lan-i-mous.
LEXICON
acrimonious: (adj) (typically of speech or discussion) angry and bitter.
a big girl’s blouse: British idiom, meaning someone is ineffectual or weak; someone failing to show masculine strength of determination
disposition: (n.) inherent characteristics.
grouse: (n.) one who complains constantly.
implicature: (n.)* the action of implying a meaning beyond the literal sense of what is explicitly stated, for example, saying the picture frame is nice and implying I don’t like the picture.
innate: (n.) inborn, natural
nefarious: (adj) (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
portent: (n.)
1. a sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen, an omen.
2. (literary) an exceptional or wonderful person or thing. [‘What portent can be greater than a pious notary.’]
pusillanimous: (adj) showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.
souse: (n.) a drunkard.
It was love at first sight
Thought of you every night
Can’t stop thinking of you
What am I gonna do?
Blinding love at first sight
It was love at first sight
me feeling high as a kite
Ah, but this too shall pass
searching for greener grass
Crazy love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love’s cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Blinding, crazy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
but not all black and white
If I throw caution to wind
will my life then upend?
Stormy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Why am I so uptight?
Will i be lumped with fools,
An exception to rules?
Scary love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Stormy, scary love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Dizzying passage of rite
Love is blind at what cost?
Best to have loved then lost?
All’s fair in love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Can two wrongs make a right?
One plus one’s never two
when one’s heart isn’t true
Fickle love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ All‘s fair in fickle love at first sight
An Idiom
Haiku
Tom
1-4-2020
So narrow minded,
She can look through a keyhole,
With both eyes at once.
When the princess kissed the frog on the lips,
her heart burst in three painful double skips.
Then she sank to the floor,
dead as a nail in a door.
Yep ~ that's how they do fall sometimes ~ these chips.
Chalk was bold, pale skinned, and big boned.
A soft souled, porous, sedentary teen.
Bulky, he made a big initial impression,
but seemed to lack in true substance.
And thus, was a temporary friend,
often relied on to help others with work,
but then discarded without a second thought.
Good thing Chalk brushed off comments with ease.
Cheese was very much an acquired taste,
with hooped earlobes and a waxy complexion,
quite rugged, yet packed full of character.
He wore a baggy beanie like a protective rind,
and from a glance, he could give you nightmares.
But behind his hard exterior, was a soft nature.
Easily influenced, he was often seen in a smoky hue,
chewing salty, sour snacks outside of class.
These two were really chalk and cheese,
yet their soft nature made them good friends.
Chalk helped Cheese get a grip and find his true flavour,
and Cheese was a rock for Chalk's sense of self.
Together, they were anything but, chalk and cheese,
yet never had they been more Chalk and Cheese.
05.01.2023
In the darkness, all birds and bees
and all angels here lie asleep.
The twinkling stars look down
bemoaning my plight, they frown
Over the Panther that crawls above
As black as night, upon the wall she prowls.
Just above my grip, on the sewage pipe,
The viper, the villains twisting my plight.
Into the list adds the third,
My anxieties, awake and absurd,
Growl from behind, the only exit
to exist, yet cut off by a mind toxic.
All three in stance, ready to pounce,
A hard grip, hives shake and bounce.
As it oozes down, my hand I withdraw,
Untimely pleasure, eating honey raw.
Notes:
1. For the contest Dead End Poetry
2. I was thinking of a way to approach this poem, and a local folklore/idiom came to my mind. It goes “Marana thunak ethi minisek peni keya”, meaning a man with three deaths ate honey.
So the story goes like, a man who was chased by a wild beast tumbled and fell into a massive pit. Before he fell in entirely he grabbed hold of a branch/ root that was growing on the side. Since the animal was still waiting on top to attack him, he couldn’t really crawl out. He was hanging off of the side of an empty well, in which there was a cobra, who was ready to sting him. The root / vine that he was holding also had another extremely venomous serpent (I think the most venomous in Sri Lanka), resting on it. When he had pulled on the vine a beehive that was on it was crushed, and some of the honey trickled off onto the man’s hand. And with death facing him in three different directions, he ate the honey and thought how good it tasted.
I twisted this story to fit the theme of the contest, and I didn’t remember the entire story when I wrote this, so there isn’t much left of the original story. But I hope you enjoyed it.
Note2: the story differs according to several sources. I’m not that competent in deciphering the old Sinhala texts that could give me the original meaning, so bear with me as I refer to a simplified version which I’m not 100% sure is credible.
at the other side of river
are the stolen roots of healing-moon-giving trees
left by wayward wind.
my skin whispers—
wind is traversing to reach the corn field of druid
for another robbery;
that it’s a good chance for me to be
a thief and rejuvenate my lacerations-covered heart.
without blinking,
i jump from bank to stepping stone to stepping stone
to stepping stone.
[if i leave a stone unturned, stone wouldn’t
wait to haunt me like guilty for( long/ ever) ]
another jump—
my right foot on the old
stepping stone and i am
river’s sensuality.
i am wet,
wet as mad hen,
wet as mad hen.
wetness adds to the weight. i am heavy. my body
is a loaded chariot without horses and charioteer.
/* blindfolded blindfaith */