Best Arm Poems
you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms.
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there.
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care.
i wrote you this one out of despair,
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’,
with no time to listen, just need your attention,
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try,
to get you to notice me just one more time,
write you just one last line,
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink,
needin’ more time to think,
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through
Categories:
arm, dark, depression, emotions, heartbroken,
Form:
Verse
My space suit leaked
Your arm took hold of me
Saving me from knowing all the universe
I did not float away to eternal darkness
In your arm, I took my last breath
Before returning to home below
Categories:
arm, death, destiny, space, universe,
Form:
Light Verse
Michael Brown's mother and family have my condolences, but the media CNN
etc. have painted him to be this innocent 18 year old that did nothing wrong, 10
minutes before he was stopped and questioned by Officer Wilson he performed a
strong arm robbery of a store taking $60.00 worth of cigars, when the clerk tried to
to stop him Brown shoved him into a display stand, and when the clerk tried to follow
him out the door Brown turned and lunged at the clerk daring him to stop him.
Officer Wilson's side of the story through a friend was that Brown resisted arrest and
when he followed after Brown when he tried to run was that Brown turned and said
you aren't going to shoot me, and then he bum-rushed Wilson! Now, I'm not saying
that I know exactly what happened in Brown's confrontation with Wilson, but the
store robbery doesn't paint a picture of an innocent teenager, also, an 18 year old is
an adult by law!
Categories:
arm, truth, voice, words, world,
Form:
Narrative
Sociology and Psychology
What I had majored in college was sociology,
And followed up with a minor in psychology;
Wife went ballistics;
Also took statistics;
Now am extremely interested in epidemiology.
Public health appears to be a central issue
and tendency now. What causes chaos and
terrorism is also astounding. Terrorism is
not a religious but a cult movement. What
other cults exist in America that you can
think of?
Jim Horn
Over 10 again.
Arm Bilateral Amputation
What he did was result of premeditation;
Several killed and others need sedation;
Major surgery,
With urgency;
One experienced arm bilateral amputation.
Trump has been naughty and not very nice,
And now the rest of us must pay the price;
Orange hair,
That at stare;
When you are looking will find much lice.
Jim Horn
Still over 10. Shooting for 4,600 mow
and on to 5,000 and number 3. You
must set goals.
Categories:
arm, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
To Lord Ram I sent my soul
Some letter of that after-life to spell
And my soul returned
Answered, “I, myself am Heaven and hell”
Then I tried Christ as an alternative
That I nurse a sacrificial motive
Soon I got the answer in negative
It’s in heaven is now inactive.
I thought I am short of ram
I am marred by His Arm
Need more memories before harm
To be worthy of his charm.
Then an old man like me came to my door
Walking with a small stick,
With his hand on back with pain
Thought to be a medicinal doctor.
Keeping the show on, gave him a long oar
Walked away with décor
I thought my ram memories in perfect order.
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Dr.Ram Mehta
The poem is patterned on my poem "Installed ram by RAM in Ram"
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Fifth Place win in:
Contest: Anagrammatically Speaking sponsored by oink a limp okra
Categories:
arm, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
GOD CRAM IT
Isn’t it ironic that every time you think God has let up on you for a while
He steals your most cherished item or lover along with a rented smile
At exactly the point you know that hope is a thing of the past for you
God sneaks up and grants you something too good to be true
And see, that’s my point, it seems so good that it can’t be real
And only forty-seven angels in Heaven know the way I feel
But based on past experience and what I’ve been through
Ain’t nothing new about him blessing and cursiing me with you
But as love doubled, tripled and exponentially increased
God kicks me in the ass and says “sorry, that lover was only leased”
He adds a remark like “and I won’t let her, by you, ever again to be rented
S**t, talk about all the stuph God has done that I've resented
So ironic as it seems this is all the God given truth, I know
And I can tell you in exquisite detail just where your Lord and you can go
You are just the latest lady to jump in and out of my life of late
And I understand, your God told me that when I purchase you there ins’t any rebate
© 2010.….Poefree
Categories:
arm, lovegod, me, god, me,
Form:
Quintain (Sicilian)
Michael Brown's mother and family have my condolences, but the media CNN
etc. have painted him to be this innocent 18 year old that did nothing wrong, 10
minutes before he was stopped and questioned by Officer Wilson he performed a
strong arm robbery of a store taking $60.00 worth of cigars, when the clerk tried to
to stop him Brown shoved him into a display stand, and when the clerk tried to follow
him out the door Brown turned and lunged at the clerk daring him to stop him.
Officer Wilson's side of the story through a friend was that Brown resisted arrest and
when he followed after Brown when he tried to run was that Brown turned and said
you aren't going to shoot me, and then he bum-rushed Wilson! Now, I'm not saying
that I know exactly what happened in Brown's confrontation with Wilson, but the
store robbery doesn't paint a picture of an innocent teenager, also, an 18 year old is
an adult by law!
Categories:
arm, truth, voice, words, world,
Form:
Narrative
The day began in ordinary ways.
I said goodnight to the dawn-gagged morning,
tipped my hat to the lone cricket
who'd hung around to sing me to sleep;
and dragged my Gemini muse, kicking
and screaming, into bed for some
subliminal conversation.
My pen wants to write a song
and she's stomping around my head
in combat boots.
Categories:
arm, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
a backward journey
through escalator of time
black and white album
distant sky's call
open window balcony
an empty arm chair
glimpses of childhood
adding color to album
wrinkled smiling face
sudden gush of air
rewinding escalator
the arm chair rocking
© 2011 kash poet
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Placement: 10th; (August 2011)
Contest:A.C/D.C/A.D/B.C
Sponsor:Debbie Guzzi
A.C-Arm Chair :)
Categories:
arm, father, nostalgia,
Form:
Senryu
the sweat on my hand is a visible thing
am I talking irrational as if philosophical
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a tear to numb the pain
sparks pertrude through my voice as if a flame
yet deep inside I search for a reason why
the streets are filled with fly bys
everyone is getting a little bit high
one word to the wise we are left with a stress test
getting caught up in the mix with such an evil twist
as we parted ways hold your head up high and be brave
some people use reverse psychology yet in reality there just phony
alone with their innocence some even give a **** getting caught up in the mix
put your thinking caps on cause I got this song of how we can all get along
some freaks in the sheets are working on their beats
rap isn't dead cause I got crazy beats flowing through my head
hommie Luke Brice got capped in the back of his head now he's the walking dead
working to hard can give you a heart attack we tend to over react
sharp words in your tone you don't even need a megaphone
just like the movie Home Alone we got guys like Pesci taking over
under cover bosses spreading out upon the masses
the fly in the air only on first classes
yet what is the basis to the extreme aura I come to store a unique aura
busy as a bee floating through the trees all of life is but a mystery
still I got something up my sleeve
back in the hood where it's all good
Ice Cube & Eazy E
turning sadness to gladness falling back on that ass
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
like the underground sound you still want me around
some friends flipping burgers and fries does it come at no big surprise taking heed to those lies...
Arm me with harmony for my face in lights with the good night fights
music ain't the way it used to be Professors need to get another degree
watch me now I'm going down so is the rest of this song
Categories:
arm, art,
Form:
Free verse
She’s found.
The one who left her Cashmere coat
in plain sight after the movie.
I didn’t know her.
I had no idea what I had found
at the end of my search.
She was beautiful.
The warm smile and sparkling eyes
looked at me.
“Hi...
Did you forget your coat,” I stared;
this had never happened to me.
And later, after we got her coat on,
She took my arm and leaned into my side
as we walked to say good night at her door.
New warmth overwhelmed an enlarged thirsty heart.
Categories:
arm, adventure, birth, destiny, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Literally cut off an arm for them
shrivelling white bone protruding, screaming from the pale flesh
The ultimate expression of honey, darling, sweetheart
and wonder.
Floating like cannonballs, just dying
batteries. No more struggling, flailing legs.
Excitedly scribbling next to me
a feeling like jeans upon your touch or fresh toast
crisp yet damp.
I’d just like to shake you. Rattle the bones beneath your
skull, maybe even kill a few brain cells if I feel like it
and where have they taken you, claiming you
but not my legs and arms. Perhaps I do not wonder enough
Dangling on the edge of the world,
You do not forsake those offering solace
Rather you slice and cut until the edge of the world ends
And becomes your very own playground.
Then you need not worry,
but had better bloody worry.
After all it’s what makes you, and us, human.
Categories:
arm, childhood, confusion, death, funny,
Form:
Free verse
es1/29/11
Now that you've cut off your arm
and got everyone in such an alarm
we hope you don't loose sight
that you probably weren't right
and now we are hoping you don't by the farm
Categories:
arm, loss
Form:
Limerick
"Needle stuck in the arm"
I am slowly fading away.... I am stuck in my
own world, The more l try to run, the worse the cravings become.
Cannot recognize the face l am seeing when l look in the mirror, it
feels like something has taken over me. This demon l tolerated for so
long is engulfing all that's good about me. I cannot be trusted for
nothing else matters besides getting a fix! A delepitated health is
all that's left of me, I was warned! But never listened. My judgement
is constantly clouded, l am a mess.
Needle stuck in the arm....
Categories:
arm, america, anxiety, blue, depression,
Form:
Free verse
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother.
I will never need to feel alone,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.
Our boyhood antics, I will always treasure.
Should the day come, I feel the need to roam,
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother.
Standing together, life's bumps we will weather.
A better friend, I will have never known,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.
We are bound to get into trouble together,
as we pass each of life's milestones.
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there my brother.
Should I chance to stumble and falter,
I will look upon you as my cornerstone.
With your arm, always around my shoulder.
With all we'll share through the adventures
and the paths we will take when we're grown.
I rest peaceful, knowing you are there, my brother,
with your arm, always around my shoulder.
Paula Swanson
April 30, 2011
For the contest Brotherly Love
Sponsored by Miranda Lambert
Placement: 1st
Categories:
arm, brother, life, love
Form:
Villanelle