Best Act Out Poems
I would willingly lose myself, to find rest in your iridescence
Thirsting the taste of your sacred place, craving your inner presence
I would freely submit myself, offer my sweet surrender
Kneel at the altar of your love presenting gifts of endless splendor
I would happily give you my trust and all that it may hold
Intertwining our spirits one unto another until the two become one soul
I would willingly be consumed by your thoughts and take root within your dreams
Take you beyond euphoria, show you things, you’ve never seen
I would willingly taste of your skin and savor your blissful essence
Seductively sip of your springs, and relish your quintessence
I would willingly manifest your yearnings, make your desires reality
Ride to the realms of seventh heaven; act out your wildest fantasy
I would happily fall to my knees and worship you as a king
Reverence you with admiration, respect and untamed sexuality
I would freely wrap you within the warmness of my femininity
Liquefy your lingering lust, Melt onto your masculinity,
I would willingly freeze this moment in time, just to live this life with you
Love you the way you deserve to be loved.
The way that only I, can do.
Chiquita Chiamaka Baity
Darkness descends,
And the destination lies far behind
God! Let the fire that burns in you eternal ,
Which is the only true fire,
Light up my eyes to perceive the right from the wrong,
The genuine from the sham.
I ask Thee, blaze my spirit with your fire
So that I get the prudence to escape the snares
Laid by wolves in lambs' clothing.
I ask Thee, the courage to dissent,
When forced to act out against my will.
The glitter of gold or the sceptre of power
Let them not dissuade me from my resolve.
I ask Thee, to grant me the fire,
So that I get the power to resist,
Justice denied, rights violated,
The weak exploited, the poor smothered,
The innocent accused and the guilty acquitted.
I await the true fire to ignite my whole being,
As the darkness of gloom envelops my spirit
Where fear like worms eat into my core.
I await the eternal fire to break into me,
To see myself bare and naked!
My cavernous interiors hide designs - malign.
How I put on appearances to suit my designs!
As I burn in the fires of worldly passions
Oh Lord, send the flames of your fire,
And with their tongues, swallow the darkness within.
March.6.2023
~ Placed Fifth
What Fire is Eternal Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Joe Maverick
I was once asked if I wanted to live?
Did I have anything left to give?
Would I be able to justify this to my kin?
Could I be forgiven for my mortal sin?
Would my children understand?
Will the note I leave have clearly explained my plan?
How would I carry this act out?
Will there be any fallout?
Who would I want to find me?
Would it be a stranger or a member of family?
When would I want it to take place?
Could I hide my pain with my poker face?
Am I alone in this fight?
Will I see the bright white light?
Beyond the breakers, dreamers hoist their sails
Lost in the clouds, on ships of make believe
A stowaway, escaping life's travails
Adventurer, Inventing hearts to thieve
Imagination wakes the inner child
A problem, is an island to explore
An argument, a king to be exiled
Where grown ups, for a moment are ignored
And yet we rarely ever take the time
To let the inner child come out to play
Or watch the clouds in silent pantomime
Act out our fantasies of childhood days
Beyond the breakers new horizons loom
Imagination is your child's playroom
Daniel Turner
Shh! Shh! Shh!
Dont wake the baby.
Shh! Shh! Shh!
Don't, you're being to loud.
Shh! Shh! Shh!
Don't stomp around.
Shh! Shh! Shh!
Don't act out.
Shh! Shh! Shh!
Wait you didn't make a sound.
Where are you?
Mommy, right behind you.
Now look who's being loud.
Behold the humble Cowbird, such an evolutionary quirk.
Somehow nature taught this bird to be a first-rate jerk!
When it comes to low and dirty tricks no other bird can match it;
She lays an egg in her neighbor's nest; leaving them to hatch it!
She says she’s far too busy; "I’ve got to follow the herd".
I say that she’s just lazy! You conniving cowardly cowbird!
When her ample hatchling sheds its egg, the bugger's just not fair.
It crowds its nest mates to the ground and eats more than his share!
Sound familiar? I hope to shout! Of all things that annoy . . .
The cowbirds in the office here act out this scornful ploy
By dropping projects on my desk, ill-thought, half-baked at best;
Expecting me to hatch them out and make room in my nest!
Our bosses do this all the time, but I reckon that's their lot,
But what of Slow Joe down the hall? I can’t believe this rot!
He hangs around and wrings his hands, judging my ambition;
Taking potshots while I sweat to bring his work fruition!
The problem with this cowbird gig; the thing that gets my goat
Is that cowbirds get promoted, and I don't get a vote!
This is small of me, I admit; this outrage misdirected.
Cowbirds will always tick me off, at least 'til I'm perfected!
Look at the face of a traitor within facts
through this fraud he pushed his own personal opinion and agenda
every vote cast from there on in
should be null and void as this is proof of rigging and tampering
Treason against the state body as a whole and an insult to civil rights
shameful politics that makes a mockery of democracy
Why do judges not press charges on these admissions of guilt
pleased to defend criminals breaking the law seems to act out as a cartel
In the political system unchallenged
where is the justice in this circus of ruling class
the referendum in this case has been tampered with and fixed one way
This is how my soul sees it
what says you the people of justice to speak
one just couldn't make this up if they tried
I am he, the creator of life & death
& with life I gift you, your every breath.
But I am he, the opposition himself
For I'm also the devil within my wealth.
I can give or I can take
Away the very life & soul
That you forsake.
So make no presumptions of the powers I reign
For I am he, & in life & death is what I train.
In all good and bad, I posses the two
And I decide on the path that you in life pursue.
Be it I gift you with life and breath
Be it known I also bring the gift of death.
So don't be foolish
nor act out in fear
& in prayer beg to be saved
from the path in sin you steer.
For I look for the strengths
From within that you own.
And with this I make my choices known.
Be it if your true to your way of life
Perhaps I'll be more lenient in the paths of strife.
And in your heart your trust is honest and pure
May you live on with gods eternal life I can assure.
On the farthest hill in my mind,
a bell rings.
It rings for each tear that has fallen for tomorrows,
drenching lost faces of so many yesterdays.
Flooding the tombstone of my heart,
etched with the fading names of sorrow,
buried and aged by time and its slow passing.
This world where love is a ghost,
that haunts every cold lonely night,
where bewilderment is a single beam of light,
piercing the darkened stage,
as shadows act out a confused play,
fraught with cries and anguished hearts,
left abandoned and alone.
This heart naked, lays splayed across love's pyre
turning slowly into ashes with every shallow breath,
soon to drift away with the calling winds of reflection,
as the bell stills and will ring no more.
My inner child I oftentimes let show.
“She” likes me using spontaneity.
When my inhibitions I let go,
a litte bit audacious I can be.
In ESL, I act out words with ease.
My inner child I oftentimes let show.
In front of students, on my hands and knees
I’ve demonstrated push-ups from high to low!
At sixty-six on water slides I’ll go.
My grandkids were surprised when I did zip line.
My inner child I oftentimes let show.
The rides at carnivals I fine divine!
Giggling or guffawing, I love to laugh.
Short skirts I'll wear, and long my hair does grow.
I don’t even mind if I make a gaffe.
My inner child I oftentimes let show.
Sept. 4, 2021
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's Your Inner Child Poetry Contest
As the car door opens, she steps out.
She is beautiful, beyond all doubt.
Her dress is as elegant as a ballerina’s dance.
All eyes on her, gazing in trance.
Her audience applauds her as she walks by.
She fakes a smile when she wants to cry.
She wants to escape this overwhelming life.
It saddens her that there is always strife.
She greets the others as she walks in.
They give her looks and also grin.
She wonders if they feel the same way.
Maybe on the inside, they are not ok.
Do they feel the pressure to always act out?
Drinking and partying, that’s not what life is about.
How can we be an influence when our morals are gone?
Even though we hurt, we continue to push on.
Sometimes she wishes she could go back to being just her.
The movies and spotlight is not what she deserves.
She feels the need to fulfill everyone’s desire.
It takes control like a consuming fire.
She has grown weary with all the fame.
Life isn’t easy when there is no one else to blame.
The need for a normal life is there.
In the end, all she has is prayer.
am he, the creator of life & death
& with life I gift you, your every breath.
But I am he, the opposition himself
For I'm also the devil within my wealth.
I can give or I can take
Away the very life & soul
That you forsake.
So make no presumptions of the powers I reign
For I am he, & in life & death is what I train.
In all good and bad, I posses the two
And I decide on the path that you in life pursue.
Be it I gift you with life and breath
Be it known I also bring the gift of death.
So don't be foolish
nor act out in fear
& in prayer beg to be saved
from the path in sin you steer.
For I look for the strengths
From within that you own.
And with this I make my choices known.
Be it if your true to your way of life
Perhaps I'll be more lenient in the paths of strife.
And in your heart your trust is honest and pure
May you live on with gods eternal life I can assure.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2016
I AM HE THE SOULS
I AM HE THE SOULS CREATOR
am he, the creator of life & death
& with life I gift you, your every breath.
But I am he, the opposition himself
For I'm also the devil within my wealth.
I can give or I can take
Away the very life & soul
That you forsake.
So make no presumptions of the powers I reign
For I am he, & in life & death is what I train.
In all good and bad, I posses the two
And I decide on the path that you in life pursue.
Be it I gift you with life and breath
Be it known I also bring the gift of death.
So don't be foolish
nor act out in fear
& in prayer beg to be saved
from the path in sin you steer.
For I look for the strengths
From within that you own.
And with this I make my choices known.
Be it if your true to your way of life
Perhaps I'll be more lenient in the paths of strife.
And in your heart your trust is honest and pure
May you live on with gods eternal life I can assure.
You stir your latte slowly
an old habit of yours
a delicate studied frown.
I wonder when your mannerisms
became perfectly packaged
fashion statements?
When did you turn a camera
inwards into your scripted life?
Just when did you begin
to act-out this caricature?
As you turn your spoon,
as you gather together
your carefully prepared replies,
my interest in you
flat-lines.
It's human nature to emulate surroundings
And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike
Stand in a group of happy people,
And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people,
And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people,
And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people,
And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people,
And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people,
And feel your adrenaline rise.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
So if you attract manipulators,
Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people,
Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers,
Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people,
Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal,
Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards,
Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'