Best Advertisements Poems
Winter Blues
If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when words are cold and eyes are
closed to light
while watching falling snowflakes you remember
a pain that spurred the wounded heart to write.
If you have to lose a love then
not at Christmas
when happiness is just about to burst.
It’s not a time for callous acts and anger
that bring you blues instead of leaving gifts
and make you want to never see a Christmas tree again.
If you have to lose a love then
not in blizzards
when everyone is cuddling with a friend
and with each inch of snow in isolation
you contemplate your life and thoughts forlorn
wandering the depths of desperation all day long
If you have to lose a love then
not in winter
when Valentines are favored for the blessed.
Fire and ice together all in red
as advertisements leave you
with unmarried winter dread.
There seems to be no shelter for the loveless.
In a frigid cold they shiver for the warmth of a caress.
1/10/18
Categories:
advertisements, blue, sad love, winter,
Form:
Free verse
There I sit in every home,
in the corner of the room.
I collect discarded items
including bottles of old perfume.
Bills and advertisements
magazines and letters too,
especially those that come
with urgency typed in blue.
You never seem to take the time
to appreciate what I do,
with all this information
I could really blackmail you.
So don't you think it would be nice
if you took care of me?
Just clean me up and wash me out
this way I stay germ free.
When you're done
Just line me up,
with a garbage bag
To show you care for me.
Categories:
advertisements, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Every image and text we post on Facebook
is selected and air-brushed,
to present our lives as we would like it to be,
sharing images for self congratulation and gloating.
We are both the viewer and the viewed,
the audience and the actor
mutually disclosing tarnished,
filtered and selected images and impressions
to create a make-believe social world.
Now we learn that our private data
and that of our friends
has been leaked to those that
can analyse and create a profile
or our weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
Advertisements and fake news stories
are fed to our in-boxes
to change the way we think.
A chest-full of tarnished reflections
left on our 'Welcome' mats.
Facebook faces front and rear,
are all tarnished reflections.
Categories:
advertisements, social,
Form:
Free verse
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
Categories:
advertisements, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Alphonse Mucha's art was so influential it helped create Art Nouveau.
A flamboyant sensuous style, with softness, swirls, curls and beauty.
It heralded and celebrated new art as a counterpoint
to the dawn of the harsh steel and smoke of the industrial revolution.
Inspiring the unique creations of architect Antoni Gaudí,
Sowing the seeds for another revolution in style - the Art Deco movement.
Mucha's style and grace in posters and art works truly showcased aesthetic vales
a flagrant appreciation of beauty, style and good taste.
It celebrated women, portrayed in flowing robes and curvaceous, poised with lush flowers in their hair.
There were halos, crescents, swirls and lots of flowers in the background.
The Art Nouveau movement embraced all forms of art and design
incorporating the swirls and curves of Mucha's paintings and posters including:
architecture, furniture, glassware, graphic design, jewelry, painting, pottery,
metalwork, textiles, advertisements, even appearing on Czechoslovakia's currency notes.
Alphonse Mucha's art and design are truly beautiful and inspirational.
Categories:
advertisements, art,
Form:
Prose Poetry
When did the concept of family become
a tired cliché of phased-out tradition
in need of redefining?
And when did we abandon our parental duties
to glorified babysitters with no real interest
in our childrens' physical and emotional development
outside of their weekly paychecks?
We are bombarded by screaming advertisements
dictating an acceptable standard of living
requiring two or more incomes and
measuring our success by the sum total
of our net worth.
The decline of civilization progresses
as fast food replaces home-cooked meals
and quality time is staring blankly
at a flat screen television
with a group of strangers
living under the same roof.
Categories:
advertisements, family
Form:
Free verse
My Grandfather's Grocer Shop
I was born in Liverpool - England and
I remember back to when I was a child
how I marvelled at the way things were done
in my Grandfather's Grocer shop. in the early 1950s.
I saw him getting a portion of butter and
by using two paddle boards, knock up the butter
to form a block of butter, then wrap it up in
white shop paper, and then he would go to this
large bacon slicer which operated by turning
a huge wheel with a handle, then removing
the bacon from a butcher's hook and then
carving large slices of bacon on it, he would then
hand slice the cheese and wrap it by hand
then give it to the customer, eggs had no cartons
back then, so they were just put into brown paper bags,
customers would often return over broken eggs
and want replacements, if children came in they
would spend the pocket money on a bag of broken
biscuits, straight from the large tins they came in
as there were no packets of biscuits during those
early years of the 1950s, the shopkeepers would
often give free samples out to promote new products
as advertising was very rare and visual advertisements
were often seen on counters or on walls, I used to go in
my Grandfather's shop and was given a large peice
of cheese or some chocolate biscuits as a family gesture.
I watched in amazement as my Grandfather would count
the days takings out of the old fashion till, he would
turn a handle and the draw would pop out, it did not even
have push keys like the more modern cash registers of the
time, but it was vintage in every way, my Grandfather is
now gone, his shop has been knocked down for redevelopment
as many old businesses went the same way but
I will never forget the wonderful memories of my
Grandfather's Grocer Shop.
Categories:
advertisements, nostalgia,
Form:
Narrative
this epistle per mine choice of heir apparent presidential throne
composed from one liberal minded non-conformist rolling stone
prompted awareness that one voice can affect which contestant will win
and occupy the white house after the votes get tallied from political spin
aware thy missive from an anonymous fellow and a self anointed scribe
will be carefully screened no matter opinion already cast with nada bribe
personal opinion of this sole american male of two score and nine years
that barack obama possesses that je ne sais quois diplomatic state craft
despite disparaging broadside starring paris hilton plus britney spears
the land of lincoln candidate exemplifies (to myself) a charismatic charm
in tandem with a relaxed persona and gait akin per a commoner on a farm
that nonchalant easy going affinity speaks nonverbal volumes to this chap
cringes when espying or hearing from opposing challenger whose lips flap
meaning john mccain whose hidden motives and agenda include his trap
to plant seeds of doubt per un-decided electorate causing lead to get a zap
unknown how trials and tribulations rival democratic senator from Illinois
will weather local nor global challenges and said solution he might employ
i opt for said captain to steer ship of state and exclaim to drop anchor ahoy
if via cosmic divine intercession the galloping newcomer in this horse race
ushering biracial as nominal winner televisions would show a beaming face
the political ramifications analogous to betting square outcome on this ace
i gently beg, decry, fulminate counter attack advertisements fast and quick
against those subliminal sly messages that at first blush appear airily slick
and please reach deep in that magic bag resorting to retaliatory artful trick
lest burning from the madding crowd extinguished like jack’s candle wick!
Categories:
advertisements, dedication, faith, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Few Words, Few pictures, News
Thousand narrations to same story
Every day a new story
…
Journalism, an art to write
Whether truth is perceived or false
None care, just write it.
…
Coverage of war or peace
Hidden remains the agenda of brokers
Cameraman with presenter on TV
…
What is shown, repeat telecast?
Same images, and same footage again
As seen on cable TV
…
Magazine, periodicals, articles and letters
People read and contribute searching truth
Some are victims, others spectators
…
Morphed I did see, pictures
Some well crafted, some under bad hands
Every agency has a news
…
Reports, articles, statistics and surveys
Core contents of the daily news papers
2 page news, rest advertisements.
…
New flash, breaking news and updates
Presidential speeches, parliament debates and reality shows
Twenty four seven TV channeled
…
Melodies, drums and orchestra played
Dramas, shows, politricks and business
Echoing; let the shows begin.
…
FT, BBC, CNN, News corp. Siasat
Created, supplied, edited, published, blogged, or uploaded
Chinese whisper crawl in their veins.
…
28.29/04/10
Categories:
advertisements, allegory, death, dedication, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Add #1
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ hair and nails will be coming and soon,
Find it easy to cry, hate to howl at the moon?
Well the ‘Kimmy's Bliss’ promise is "sheer hair delight,"
You will marvel that prices are not out of sight.
Add #2
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ isn’t flashy, a star in a jar,
In a ‘Hollywood Second’ blow past highest bar,
She's an artist of fashion, a Queen on ‘Hair Street,’
Watch your blues and self-doubts all retreat in defeat.
Add #3
Are you longing for Spring, colors float in the air,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is the answer for people who care,
With new color de rigueur and hairdos divine,
You will want to make Kimmy your new Valentine!
Add #4
Find here chemistry, knowledge, skill, passion, and art,
You can get them here blended or served a la carte,
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ is new product, a great hair care gel,
And her "Wow!" "Highest Ratings!" should all doubts dispel!
Add #5
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ means to serve you, to integrate dream,
Won't be leaving you bankrupt a bit down the stream,
Multi-talented people can help you reach goal,
You can walk in divided, return to life whole!
Add #6
‘Kimmy's Bliss’ “Boss” writes poems (like this) for a treat,
And she’s happy, for now he is off of the street,
Answers phones and, if challenged, writes ‘Rhymes for a Dime!’
Hint: you ‘like’ them, might give you a discount next time.
Add #7 (Abekah Emmanuel of PoemHunter.com inspired this one!)
Seems like drums in the jungle are restless tonight,
You’ve got urge to break free, indulge new appetite,
Well, let Kimmy's Bliss' skills help you blaze a new trail,
Set aside a bleak life or try out one less pale.
Brian Johnston
July 29, 2017
Poet's Notes:
My wife Kimmy will be opening a new hair styling and nail shop in the near future in Sunnyvale, CA and I am trying to help out by writing short poems that I may use as newspaper advertisements. This poem is a collection of mini-adds I have written so far. Please tell us what you think. Any and all suggestions will be treasured! Ha!
Also: a note of gratitude to the old ‘Burma Shave’ adds along the highways of my youth and, of course, to Abekah Emmanual of Ghana.
Categories:
advertisements, caregiving, happiness, humor, inspiration,
Form:
Quatrain
Let me rap to you about where I'm from.
Sidewalks are broken, weeds grow through the cracks.
The people that use them are like the sidewalks,
broken and bummed out.
They have handles like Turkey, Louie the Bum, Sand man.
No one's hip to their real names.
They all think they're righteous.
Me, they call me Kid, so don't be freaking out,
no one cares, it is what it is.
All we care about is the hustle.
The next minute, then the minute after.
So it goes.
This, is my school, I'm hip to it.
In these alleys, on these sidewalks,
where no one can tell if the garbage man came,
where rainbows are neon, books are painted words,
scrawled on concrete walls.
It's where you can get sliced for a joint,
and die for seeing what you shouldn't.
It's cool, don't sweat it.
It's another realm man, so don't flip your wig.
No manicured grass here, only advertisements for whiskey.
Are you hip to it, what I'm laying down.
Listen up my brother, cause I'll be bookin.
In this place, pain is a commodity,
sold by dealers and pimps.
Can you dig it.
I gotta split man, before the fuzz comes.
So hang loose, I gotta drop a dime,
to my connection.
Maybe I'll catch you on the flip side.
1960's slang
contest..Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk
Categories:
advertisements, culture,
Form:
Free verse
Part Two
When we were young you used to have a wit rarely challenged and a strength of passion no one questioned
Now you stress about the little things and you're seeming very anxious
You had beauty early on in our lifes before this happened
I ask myself what exactly was it that I imagined the future would be for us when age would play its catch up with the kids who gambled adolescence just to laze about mashing it up cos having fun was the attraction of another day in paradise of amorous desire for the girls who used to tantalize
And when the time came for us to grow up it was a sacrifice of adulthood because we stood alone and watched the parasites using advertisements to glamorize sex lies and war crimes like perfect master minds the whole time the selfish few trying to ruin all the manuscripts of knowledge that the elders knew with a grand design of reproduced illusions that they're selling you and we became a nation of depression drip fed the truth
So I can see why you're finding life so hard to do cos adulting is difficult and nothing's going right for you
Especially when ahead and then you start to lose and all you want to do is go back to relive your youth
Categories:
advertisements, character, hip hop, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Before it’s too late
Distant bells clatter on cloud fed weathered skies where
darkness creeps past low light vestibules, faded beams flicker
Short skirts wave in a winter wind, breezy attributes
revealing fishnet thighs calling to the next hidden passenger,
batting lashes and blowing bubbles of stale gum placed under
crushed velvet seats worn in places, stained deliberately
for bragging rights and handkerchief blotting
A ghostly mist lingers as lips are touched up, bright red, crimson,
shades of desire, occupational decisions, advertisements leaking
into sewers and hopscotch squares spread along the avenue
Silhouettes in porch lanterns, whistling…so unladylike, ducking
constables with nightsticks swinging like the clapper in those damn bells
waking the unsuspecting and spooking the transients offering
a few coins for a ten dollar dream
Swine wallows in last week’s gossip, slimy little beings
fat on sausage and biscuits, cursing the rats pushing their way in
below curtains and kitchen windows framing inquisitive eyes,
watching cash change hands and satisfied smirks
on the faces of those wiping feet on mats,
greeting the family in disguise, shirt un-tucked,
long day rewards and dinner on the table
Yesterday’s newspaper tumbles down the walk,
clinging to sign posts, featuring headlines of death, a warning in bold print,
still at large, a menace to society in a grey overcoat,
double breasted and fancy shoeprints in the fresh mud
No further traces except the body, contorted and frozen, smeared faces
littering cobblestone gutters, frightening children and pets,
as passersby look to second floor balconies, oblivious
Midnight calls, staggering drunkards exit Chauncey’s,
hard up and spent, slurred laughter, boisterous to hide worries
and tomorrow’s jobs, time clock lies and penciled in wishes
Iron fence posts rust at the gateway as they glance to the headstones
of friends long past and recent memories, sensing the urge,
seeing the painted nails and low cut blouses, thinking…
before it’s too late
While from a secluded archway…
Categories:
advertisements, dark,
Form:
Free verse
Last Call
This is where I feel at ease. Senses heightened subtly by the mixture of light and darkness. The night time lights; bar lights, street lamps, flashing fluorescent advertisements, candle light, moon light; nights are illuminated with versatility, glow sticks ever growing, ever changing the scenery. The street lamps reflect in a puddle near the sidewalk. Fleeting fluorescents pronounce the beauty of eclecticism. Candlelight surpassed only by the light of moon’s romance
for whom do I emanate
light and dark mingle
perceptions change according
Reflecting back, I had no hips when I began my career. They were not necessary for my clients. I beheld the warmth and beauty, starving for positive attention, and pleasing another, after family imprisonment had me chained down and kicked for so long. (A flower for just a greeting, I had found my calling). After thirty-three years in my lucrative, business, I have blossomed into the shape of an hourglass, with the wisdom and class that come naturally with study for my service. I have a few fledglings of my own, able to sway their hips and converse interestingly with the painted lips of their chosen trade. They will flourish alongside me, if they take my hard, learned lessons as gospel.
youth is coveted by most
stay fit or lose ground
keep current and set high goals
As luck would have it daddy broke naught my spirit, nor my bones, but did a job on my secret parts, sacred and hidden from others. Wait! What is this I understand? I may work and emancipate myself! Be freed of my family’s corrupt prison of Ugly. I earned my papers at sixteen with family applause. Scapegoats gone, time to more than survive….but thrive. Yes, freedom is a state of mind, yet one’s mind holds only so much tenacity.
supreme Judge is not human
proper escorts, charm
and will never hear, last call
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
advertisements, abuse, appreciation, beauty, freedom,
Form:
Haibun
How can this be you ask
with over a hundred channels to chose from
at any given time
right at your fingertips
If I had back all the minutes
that have turned into hours
surfing night after night trying to find
one program of substance to hold
my attention more than the length
of its commercial advertisements
I could do something more constructive
than catch snippets of a sappy movie of the week
how to make money in less that sixty seconds
watch ex-television stars battle for a new job
reruns of the dying daytime soaps
the reality of having five, six, or eight children
As bored as I am, it seems like today’s entertainment
click by click has at least enabled me to participate in
and enjoy the daily gathering at the water cooler
Shani Fassbender
Categories:
advertisements, funnynight, night,
Form:
Free verse