Barging Poems | Examples

Hope

Hope sat beside me, she took me by the hand, 
She whispered her encouragement then wrote love in the sand.
Despair came inching closer, all ready for the fight, 
But love who stood right next to me 
Stood tall in all her might 

Despair came barging in one day 
It was the month of May
She was so uninvited 
She thought she’d have a say

But Hope had lived a long long life 
She was with me entwined 
She’d wrestle all calamities 
And leave them all behind.

Am I okay?

Should I give up?
Trying her best, but it isn't enough.
Giving it her all, but it isn't enough.
"Is that all?"
"Can't you try harder?"
"Do more!"
All these meaningless opinions 
effecting me, barging in.
When will it go away?
Sleepless nights, silently crying. 
When will someone listen and not judge me?
Can't they let me be ?
Can't stop my thoughts from being clouded by such things.
Should I give up?

Tourist attraction

As I sit still in the still vehicle looking at the water hole with sure expectation, once through binoculars and again with normal gaze, there was sudden movement as a herd of deer approached the water hole. So far masked in dry reeds, a spotted tawny live-spring sprung to action. Even before I could shift my gaze from normal to binocular and back to normal again, a young deer hung in the cheetah’s panting mouth. As she carried away her food to her waiting family, the herd bent down as one, to graze proper. Wild Day’s business, but the tourist noise didn’t die down. Ashamed at barging in, I felt more sad than being excited. Something dawned on me at that moment, I decided not to be a tourist again.

a death to feed some
hunting to live to raise own
before brash lenses

Freedom Of Assembly

Truck, tractor, dumptruck
Barricading freedom park
Barging rallyist.

Oh, July

OH, JULY…..you showboat
Barging in…with a bang
Flags and fireworks
Flowers and tears

A grand party
Celebrating our INDEPENDENCE
From those who tried
To restrain our FREEDOM

Oh, July, let Us always remember
Those who ignited the fire
Tended the flames
Mended our oft-tattered flag


John G. Lawless
©6/30/2023

Poetry In the Wind

A summer wind came barging in
    to block two winter storms
  I just blew in, she chirped
    to keep you big boys warm

  The storms ramped up
    soon temperatures dropped
  The summer wind winced
    her initiative flopped  

  Back home the wind flew
    to sunny, tropical climes
  'Twas the last time she'd venture
    to block icy cool rhymes

Winter Storm

Flashes of lightning at dusk
in dark dank distant clouds
heralds the storm brewing.
So far, its too far away to
hear or feel the claps
of thunder rattle the
windows in their frames.
The storm engulfs the sky in spewed splodges
of dark ferment
as it draws ever onward on
the path towards you.
It embezzles your attention, sucks you in, as the flashes rear up,
like a wolf with white teeth snarling, getting ready to attack.
The storm is closer now flashing, banging, barging
its way to fill the sky with foreboding torment, anger and gloom.
Its overhead now, dropping its hail like cluster bombs, banging
on the roof, trying to shatter the windows.
The sky is filled with whip-cracks
and blinding flashes of light
as it builds to a cosmic kaleidoscopic crescendo.
The wind builds to a snarl,
blowing the storm away like a parent
scolding and grabbing at a naughty child.
The storm moves away with fading, spluttering flashes
and murmuring grunts of thunder.
Outside the eerie sunset scrubbed clean by the storm
is tinged bright with shudders of lightning light
and the haunting smell of rain emitted by the grass, 
splattered with hail, 
white, bright and melting.

Loser Cries

Could you,Carson, imagine
That Ross gave me a margin,
Gap between us enlarging
With smiles into halls barging...
His words of encouragement
Ones streaked with disparagement,
As they show off management
And preach stricter engagement...

How should I really have felt:
By a pal beaten or belt?
Ross has his wins made 'A must'
And V tattooed on his bust,
Meaning,of course,I may rust
While after victory lust...

My shameful losses annual,
Has Ross been using manual?

Dark Love

My dark love saved my life
Shes the one just like I
All alone we touch and speak
In a crowd she's all I see
Like there's no one around
But there is they're not our friends
Barging in to steal again and again
So i killed them 
 I only ever wanted us
We can run my dark love
Have our fun
Rob a store
Burn the world I don't care
I just want my girl

My Home Is Neon

My home is neon-friend to the idiocy degree.
I am sure when people barge in, they think me mad.
Which suits me fine
For there will be less barging.

They need to stay on their side of the river.
If I need them, I will pick up the phone and call.
If they need me, they had better think hard about it.
For my phone is off unless I want to make a call, which is seldom.

Many homes are feuillemort. Dull orange, dull brown, duller yellow.
This is not my home.
My home lights up like New Year's Eve's Madison Square Garden.
My home is neon-friendly to the idiocy degree.

I could not live here if it were any other way.
I could not live anywhere if I could not take my neons with me.
I certainly could not live in an old folk's home.
I consider them social clubs for the non-private ones.

Ere the Grassy Knoll Gathers Momentum

Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum
  huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops 
of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling
  winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly...

In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons 
  mushroom, spreading far and wide, usurping
the green mantle of my lawn, stems now shooting forth
  twisting and turning at jagged angles, bizarrely... 

at times, wild undergrowth barging into a (civilized) urban plot
  when poof! their signature yellow smiles vanish, dispersed into
puff balls, architectural marvels, wind-scattered seeds, ubiquitous
  but not before my inner child picks out a lovely bouquet
    for my saintly mother  


          April 07, 2019
   Entry in DANDELIONS contest
       Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Goodbye My Love

Goodbye my love 
                        all thoughts… 
                                        and Visions of you 
                               have fled My mind
                  Only to leave behind
A harsh..
      hollowed out crater 
             In the center of my soul 
                  Leaving me…
                          unconsoled…
                                                                    As your scent fades 
                                                    And memories of 
                               your eyes, 
                        Your face,
                  Your shape 
                              Surrender into shadows… 
Lost, is you; 
   forever more In my 
        Embrace….
          What faustian barging 
             Must I make, to escape
                   This plight…
Of the pain 
           of the lose.. 
                               that will follow me… 
       into the 
       Eternal night….

If Barr Had Passed the Bar

If Barr Had Passed the Bar

If bar had been passed by Barr,
Which Barr had passed the bar,
Or would it have to grin and bar.

Jim Horn

Could be barging in to start charging,
Languid remarks we had longed for,
We did discover to be disparaging;
Then in the end were embaraging.

Soy Popular

Multituduos hands hold my legs,
Some pulling here and some there.
'Come,work for us' the former said.
While other chewed 'We'll pay you here well'.

Hither to hence i know not,
For i'm almost cracked like a nut.

Whenever the festivals are here:
Well,for those that care:
(Even the large mas and newyear),
They always want me there.
For some to serve many,
While other to please any.

Some use me for any style,
While some press me till i'm dried.

Even adamic calls me different name,
'Jollof','Fried' conveying my fame.
Yet i'm my real self,
Shuffling variant shelves.

If i sent my absence on any of their celebration,
Then the festival is but omission.

'Soy Popular' than i think,
Yet my fame never shrink.

I travel without stress,
On them did i rest.

I live a joyful life,
But being with them is strife.

'Fame is good but makes many rude'.

Though i'm yet myself,
Barging many shelves.

Even presidents adore me,
For i'm always a meal.

This is who i am,
Well,for those who care,I'm RICE.
    17:31:12:19:41

Seeped In My Marrow and Flesh

....seeped in my marrow and flesh

Can't help thinking about 
those days
When you seeped in
my marrow
Those lovely hurts even in
my flesh:
You innocently arrived with
lovely trends
feeding me with ease and
Elating junks

But like a wind you
Blew strange
As if drunk in pride
and Guts
Breaking off the wall your
love built.
Barging into my heart
and soul
stealing away love,care
and joy
Even all that could make
me hope.

You made me seem as
A fool
You took my love as 
A food
You consumed all without
my consent
And sent my soul wandering
in jungles.

My heart can no
longer contain
The lust poured furiously
into it:
By those brutal eyes
and words
That pierced my soul
like sword
And made it like an
ocean bleed

The ocean is flowing
even still
Needs the cause to
mend it

I'm torn by you:
your acts.
Yet,i'll be sown by you:
true love.
      17:23:12:22:58

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