Best Actress Poems
Behind the theaters' locked doors
A small stage stands silently longing.
Its curtains flung open wide,
Like arms yearning a lovers embrace.
A young actress has left her impression.
Her poised foot steps are still felt
On the creaky, but stout set floor.
Her lilting laugh lingers in the air,
Like cigarette smoke in a tavern.
The sincere inflections of her voice
Bounce off the walls in endless repeat,
Each echo more beautiful than the last.
For now, she has bid this theater farewell
In search of new roles on a larger stage.
Yes, she "ought to be in pictures"
"No part is too big, or too small."
Perhaps... Someday... If there’s truth in destiny,
She will captivate the hearts of millions.
Academy award winner with all the skills to boot.
Clearly born to play the part in every photo shoot.
The best dressed on the red carpet from sexy head to toe.
Relates so well to every role in life and in the show.
Even if she falls on stage she still gets wild applause.
She makes it all look like real life in every thing she does.
So sad that she ended up dead without a vital cause.
(Limerick)
A certain actress lost it all to a man
Who she thought was a great handyman
To have him around
But was so astound
When he left her and moved to Japan!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
09.16.2014
I come from a family of thespians
Who turned hiding their problems into art.
Inside these walls,
We cry. We yell.
But from within these walls,
The sounds never depart.
Yet,
somewhere among the act,
I lost the talent.
My heart can't hide anymore.
My eyes sting, my throat burns--
They're all pretending
but my heart's just too sore.
What show will be my final?
In what performance will I truly break?
I keep pushing to my limits,
I swallow the pain but
I'm full past what I can take.
Things aren't the same,
They may never be.
But, that's okay because
the only person I really have is me.
I scream into the abyss,
and bleed on those who never cut me.
Yet, I tuck it all away
Like the world cannot see.
Maybe the biggest actress of all is me.
Acting as if the pain is transparent--
Like there's nothing to set free.
While those who really love me
stand at arms length,
As I push with all I have,
They beg me to let them love me.
Oh, how easy to see:
The biggest pretender is me.
When our Kids make us smile....
"Mama, Miss Sandra is Number one and Miss Jennifer is number two.
What does that mean?"
"I don't know"
"I know. It means Miss Sandra is the PeePee and Miss Jennifer is the PooPoo"
I am an actress in all that I do,
Each part I have perfect,
All is without flaw,
I play every part,
The star,
The outcast,
The friend,
The lover,
Only I see all the parts as they are performed,
Everyone else sees the part I play for them,
Sister,
Poet,
Singer,
Daughter,
Heroine,
Each part is unique and totally me,
I am the writer,
I make my own fate,
I am the actress working to please,
I am the actress playing every part of me.
what the!
did you say
we the people
are living
in a bad new age
we can no longer
live in a melodramatic
irredeemable way!
oblivious to
what, we do
and how it will
hurt the children
of today
you say
we the community
need to act
in a uncivilized way
clean up this
right away
and do all we can
on this very day
cut down on
things that cause
environment toxic waste
shout no more
crude oil spills
in the river and lakes
and not to live
with plastics
severed up
on our family's
dinner plates
no! you didn't,
just
try and save the World
by getting manhandle
by every cop in the world
whats that you say
its time to
get up and march
its another
fu*k with the
man Friday
Ok! lets do it your way...
I cry and you hear me laughing,
I am angry and you see me smiling,
I pray and you think I live,
I tell you the truth and you don't believe,
I make mistakes and you do not forgive,
I am so week and you say I am strong,
I am right and you say I am wrong,
I look at your eyes and you look at the floor,
I don't want to argue and you want more,
I hate and you flatter,
I suffer and you say it doesn't matter,
I hold out my hand and you clench a fist,
I speak about love and you say it doesn't exist,
I am happy and you do not see it,
I run and you make me to stumble,
I show you my love and you just gamble.
I've got so many masks
and you do not try to take them off.
I am an actress and you are watching a film
which is not on the screen but in reality,
the rest is just formality.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)
This fine lady was both beautiful and funny.
What a rare combination for an actress to see.
We will always remember her for "Young Frankenstein" and "Tootsie".
Many other performances increased her popularity.
Teri became encumbered with multiple sclerosis, unfortunately.
This ended her life very recently.
However, Teri's screen performances gave her immortality.
Teri Garr
(1945-2024)
from a news story found on aol.com
he fell in love with a screen actress---
wasn’t when he was younger,
when horny lads will be horny lads,
when ****ing anyone who walks is the
24/7, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year,
obligatory
occupation
(thanks to the hormonal directive) &
when it happened,
he was in a relationship
that up until then,
they’d both agree that it was rolling
steady.
she had told him, as all do in the
****-like-bunnies beginning,
that she wasn’t jealous,
that she didn’t get that way &
that she assumed the same of him---
so all was fine & dandy until they went to
that first film that featured
her.
she goes without a name,
she’s featured on every magazine when she’s the
it-girl &
she smiles with that airbrushed perfection
that only a screen actress can,
whenever the camera is on her,
she’s absolute
fantasy
fiction.
and it begins with a few mentions of her next
picture,
wondering when it will be out &
insisting that the two of them go to see it,
but all this culminates in what
said significant other has become to identify as an
obsession.
now, whether or not she’s right,
what matters is that it begins to affect her &
suddenly, she finds herself checking out the magazine
covers on her own time,
analyzing what it is that makes said actress tick,
when the sex begins to slide in her own
relationship,
for as the fire dwindles,
as the routine of life everyday with the same man in monogamy
sets in,
she too, is getting bored---
so she wonders if she starts to style herself upon this actress,
if she can get the fire back.
GREAT ACTRESS -- WISE WOMAN kh
She was great beyond degree
And wise beyond her years
She could make you laugh hysterically
Or burst out into tears
But her greatest trait
Though not well known
Was to discern any man's ways
And all his secrets were blown
The theater and show biz
Filled all her days
At acting, she was a whiz
Could have even done broadway plays
Watching her movies on Netflix
Broods nostalgic flash back
She knew all the little tricks
Oh how that lady could act
And now for all who knew her
You can surely recall
How easy it is for you to refer
To her ways to make men crawl
27 December 2019
For the contest sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Some people think they are above the law
Don't ever think you can avoid the monkey's paw,
You tell the others about how you were so victimized
The expression on your face probably expressed all of your lies,
You say you have friends that say you should try
For another PFA so you can so you can sneak around and act like a spy,
It is so stupid the way you would try to hide behind the wall
At the meeting place when you would try to make a call,
You played this role so carefully
That you forgot how big you were and everyone could see,
Making the people think Oh he scares me
We thought it was so funny how you would pretend that you were a tree,
You played these games yes indeed
To make everyone think that he is always so angry,
The truth is we figured it all out
Just what your hiding was all about,
You finally stopped playing the scared actress
Because you knew deep inside this was all about vengeance.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
With the wasp women on her heels
Thackray needed to cut a deal
In order to keep enjoying sorority gourmet prepaid meals
Taking a seat to watch Jay
She had a lot to say
This is not a late night stalk show
It is some sort of garage I don’t know
Taking a shot of Claret wine
Worrying about being declined
Spirit going right through
Like hammers to a screw
There had to be something she could do
To stay out of trouble
In her fantasy bubble
“Maybe if I find a collection
I will not get a rejection”
From Jay
Manipulating her way
Feeling very bold
That is how Thackray dealt with that goal
Reflecting upon her model acting when it was on a roll
Wolves displaced from their home
Wandering around all alone
Getting into the night
Stuck in the blades still in a fight
Until the final ticks on the clock
When the steel men gave Wolverhampton a shock
A reason to seek refuge in Burnley
Using a glass as a tour net key
Citizens knew it was time to stop the bleeding
When Royals from Newcastle stop by for a meeting
It turned into a goal oriented beating
Netting five feeling real cool
Attitude very high in the sky blue
Solidifying being ready for the champions’ league pool
Maude Fealy was a gorgeous movie star in the nineteen hundreds.
Her soulful blue eyes shouted out of the screen at the audience.
Her parents disowned her when she began making “pictures”.
She tried to get back into their graces, but it was a failed attempt.
They never saw her on the screen or knew how much she was loved.
Her curly hair was talked about by hundreds of people for a long time.
An only child, actress, singer, nightclub entertainer
Jayne Mansfield.
Her movie Too Hot to Handle made sense to the people who knew her.
A tomato, lightning, a bonfire, married and divorce numerous times.
She loved her five children and kept her Playboy playmate figure.
Dying in a car crash in New Orleans at the young age of thirty-four.
She lived as if she knew she was running out of time.