Best Alibi Poems
In the end, we were there-not there,
two present absentees
sharing an apartment vacated by a relationship
and the worst kind of loneliness -- feeling solitary next to someone --
partners in the crime of abetting mutual misery,
though neither of us can really be linked
to the crime scene, can we?
We’ve got each other’s alibi.
Delighted by a rippled sky
in layers of a parfait pink
I wonder nature’s alibi
and how it always makes me think
For though I see its wondrous hues
through eyes that show me of its grace
I know that it is everywhere
in every person, thing or place
To what amazement, I am bound
in trying to respect its rule
In realizing that the world
is just its subjugated fool
Yet nonetheless, its beauty reigns
in mountains, rivers, forests green
In every flower’s subtle scent
in everything I’ve ever seen
I wonder nature’s alibi
though manifesting so much love
It’s also holds the key to hate
If only men could rise above
Don't want to get stuck living a lie
In a relationship that barely gets by
Day to day your heart unable to finalize
Stuck together unwilling to try
Anything new that makes us comply
Waking up every morning asking yourself why
Month after month wanting to say goodbye
How being together just makes you want to cry
Meanwhile, your life just keeps passing on by
Pray tomorrow leads to a different kind of high
So tired of living this alibi
Dreaming of a love that will kiss the sky
Without worrying where the other end lye
When I can open my eye's
Wanting to fantasize
Without feeling like someone wants to analyze
A well thought out surprise
Unable to find any compromise
Constantly feeling criticized
I have come to realize
How it all feels capsized
Hoping you will be able to empathize
That I am going to find another to harmonize
So every day will be like a new sunrise
With a woman who wants to maximize
All that symbolizes life's highest high's
One who wants to customize
A love that defies
Everything that makes your heart want to fly
Instead of living a love based on a lie
Bruised skin from impact
Disguised behind, fake beauty
Alibi … makeup
Take a half-truth,
mix it with a half-lie
Toss in a patsy,
create the perfect alibi
Somebody that you murdered,
had to be moved out of the way
Something you wanted in your possession,
you had to kill to get it ...
a blood price you were willing to pay
You took aim at one of your frienemies,
found out what their weak spot was
Lured them with a most basic instinct,
baited the trap for the no-good rat fink
Then you sent in a silent shadow ---
top-notch thief, street handle: "Mud"
To steal something that was stolen,
felt doubly good just because ...
you could do it
Make 'em feel the hurt
when they got hit
And besides, you didn't like 'em
anyway one bit
You loved making 'em get out the game,
making 'em quit
You took what you wanted,
so why did you have to kill 'em?
You say it wasn't that way,
they brought about their own foul play
Pride wouldn't let 'em take the sting,
leave it alone,
just say you got the best of 'em
No, they had to take it to another level,
put a contract out
Hire an out-of-town scout
Second rate criminal trying to jump first class on you
No, that won't abide, that just won't do
So back to the question,
somebody want to know why?
Sorry, wannabe detective,
seems he's got an airtight alibi
A bag of spiders, two toxic frogs
Stolen, according to the police logs
I know this thief was none too bright
By opening the bag in broad daylight
A black widow bit her on the thumb
To poison she would soon succumb
Toxins infiltrated deep into her brain
Sending her loopy, she’s quite insane
According to all the medical logs
She’s as crazy as a box of frogs
Restrained for life on a psycho ward
Her sanity can never be restored
Strapped into a chair writing poetry
How do I know, alas the thief was me!
Bag of Spiders Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
06/04/23
I know it's highly unconvincing, Mrs Blackwell;
an unimaginable storyline no doubt.
In all your years of teaching science at St Hilda's
you must have thought our wild excuses would run out.
I know you'll calculate with ease my fabrication
but hope my alibi will raise a passing smile
for even scientific minds abrim with logic
can set imagination free once in a while.
And so to tell it in a nutshell Mrs Blackwell
last night a swarm of flying reptiles hit the town
and gazing upwards with increasing consternation
I noticed one was breaking rank and swooping down.
Then with a thud it landed right outside my window
its sturdy beak began to smash through my defence
I had to pinch myself to check I wasn't dreaming
for such Jurassic visions counter common sense.
And then the flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
and Mrs Blackwell, I do hope you'll understand
that when a flying reptile lands inside your bedroom
events will rarely go as smoothly as you'd planned!
10.02.21
...And Then A Flaming Pterodactyl Ate My Homework Poetry Contest
Sponsor : John Lawless
The ministers wife was annoyed,
When he a young miss had decoyed.
"But," said the preacher,
"I'm trying to teach her
The practices she must avoid!"
Written by my wife Vera Selena Hinshaw
© All Rights Reserved
Alias
Short hair, red dress, and bag with a computer recorded mess
Drop of the hat
Drop of the pen
A lawyer, getting the scoop with a camera pen,
just like that
Dangling over a mountain
Following a shadow
Chasing a figurative ghost
I can say I'm sick at rush hour at the most
Alias
Track star
Racing a black car
With a drop of the pen
With a flick of the wrist
There's a new twist
Chasing a tip
Running after a shadow
Open ears, closed lips
I guess I'm calling in sick
Hot shot lawyer
Fast talking reporter
High tech recorder
Modern day Tom Sawyer
Alibi
Alias
A fake goodbye
A goodnight kiss
I guess the question is…
Who am I?
Memory in hand and pen agape
The allusions flow freely
I’d start in abit.
The rigours of stages in life
Is a farce I am yet to comprehend
I’d write
A time saddled with burden of innocence
So lavished.
The peer’s shadows looms over
Lost in the crowd of our thoughts
Envy is measured.
In maturity confusion is eminent
At a point nothing is pleasing
Efforts become so vague, we end partying in graves
At peace with everything but ourselves.
In strangers strides, memory at hand fades.
My sweet alibi-
that hides beyond my smiles
But every time you hold me near
I conquer even my biggest fear
Shadows in the dark their was I
Searching for the answer I couldn't help but cry
Life with no existence I learned to live
In your eyes that once make believe
My love for you was never a lie
A feeling so strong as time goes by
But for now-I choose to smile
to wear my mask and alibi
For it is my only shield
Afraid that soon-your love would fade
i want to say lots of things to HER.....
i want to express my thoughts to HER.....
i want to spent time with her....
i want to love her with my hole heart.....
i want to love and be loved.....
i want her to be mine....
BUT....
i guess.....
those WANTS....
are....
ONLY
existing
on my
MIND....
if she only knew...
i was suffering
of being heart broken.......
dreaming that one day
you'll be mine....
it hurts ALOT....
i feel that my world is turning
in to darkness....
that only you are my light....
but i know.....
that...
i will never see a light.....
till the end of the time.....
i was very
madly in love with her....
but to her....
i have no space in her heart
even
as a
FRIEND...
i am now at a stage
of denying that till now i still love her....
i want to set free my self from her....
i want to let go...
i want to cry but i can't...
FOR....
theirs a part of me saying that ....
i have still the chance.....
that
i may love her as i can....
but i ask my self....
are you willing to be hurt
AGAIN?...
what should i follow....
to love her?
or
to say
goodbye?
is this a reason to say goodbye?
or
this is just an alibi?
This is all an alibi
Let's pretend I wasn't there
In my mind
I'm in a different place anyway
That's the place where I truly care
This is all an illusion
A magic trick that never ends
Someday I'll snap out of it
And life will never be the same
Life does not converge Always
At a point as it should.
But I witnessed
The artist’s mind
On that rare moment,
When a softer hue started
An asymptote journey for infinity.
He saw a sadness in her dreamy eyes
He saw a mystic smile on her face.
He saw her impeccable face
Touched by a softer light,
The light that once
Silently reached
Her dark, curly hair.
Life does not converge always
At a point as it should.
But the pathway helps
The artist’s mind, to resonate
The inflection, cadence within.
Life is all about meeting someone,
Finding some way, for an alibi of dreaming.
The blue pile was hidden from her view
Left in a place to surprise her later
Left by an uncaring, unthinking lout
Who did not consider the mean glances
Or the rumors to whisper
Had left the house dreadful
Broken plates on the floor
teacups shattered
She was fragile
He was missing
Hounds were called in, accusations were made
The police did not believe her alibi
Dreadful years later finding his old clothes.
Created for Broken Wing Dear Heart’s Contest The Puzzle of My Rhyme