Best Asterisk Poems
There is a new English gang in town
In the town of Punctuation
They call themselves the “Punch U” gang
A solid gang with a strong foundation
The Punch-U gang members consists of:
Hyphen - the gang leader
They call him Dash
He is charismatic, clever, a born leader
Firm but fair…. excepting no gang trash
Exclamation point ! Dash’s right hand man
They call him Lanky
He is confident and likes to make his point
Dramatic and often a little cranky
Asterisk * Dash’s girlfriend
They call her Starr
She is smart, astute, keeps mental notes
A free spirit who sings and plays guitar
Question Mark ?
They call him Curly
He is so very inquisitive
Often indecisive
A deep thinker and quite surly
Comma ‘
They call him Jack
He is quite the lad and joker
Jack often steps out of line
And needs to be kept on track
Brackets ( )
Identical twins called Jill and Joy
Always together or never far apart
Fun and happy
Popular with the boys
Full stop .
They call her Dot
Outspoken and very definite
Always likes to have the last word
Often heard saying “ Now thats it….just Stop”
Quotation Mark “
And yes they call him Mark
He likes being the centre of attention
Being in the know
Does not like being left in the dark
Apostrophe ‘
They call her Sue
With Sue there is always something else to come
Taking short cuts
Is what Sue enjoys to do
Colon:
They call him Number-Two
Funny, entertaining and chatty
Though sometimes he takes it too far
Talking a lot of poo!
-------------------------------------- ~*note: done in fun and aimed at no one~
try and seed my name you'll concede to shame
no use in calling names to lose the game
yir' ill will is just plain disastrous
asinine avatars deserve an asterisk
as for being fact-less, your slaps don't diss
every lick you spit simply tends to miss
harmless words that curse, rehearsed childishness
gets your face erased and they'll say who's next
as defilement arrives inside your text
that's when shame wheels you back, right to the nest.
~10 syllables in each of 10 rhyming lines~
Do I fly into another day without you?
With wings of a luminescent swan,
I swoop towards heavenly certainties
Holding each verse your breaths create
On our virgin parchment
Do I dream another dream for serendipity’s touch?
A touch against crevices’ misunderstanding
Stroking forgiveness under lips of a luxurious whisper
Where are your thoughts?
Where are your memories of yesterday’s certainty?
Do I ascend towards sacrifices’ downfall with weighted inhales?
Hoping each moment our paired hands cross,
Will not become downplayed uprisings
My solaced smile urges for your tunnel vision.
…
Because new sunrise’s pertinent grin has yet to be unwrapped!
Yet, they say tomorrows’ hidden asterisk
Is not guaranteed
But, this love,
THIS LOVE,
Is for today
Unwrapped
For you
Endlessly
©Drake J. Eszes
I’m not a fan of censorship
But there should be no risk
When writing of a body part
To use an asterisk.
When not used as a swear-word,
Which might garner a tsk-tsk,
A mention of a tush should not
Require an asterisk.
We’re grown-ups here and therefore
Criticism should be brisk
When chosen words are censored:
Shove it up your asterisk!
*It was you who
........Ruined everything
*I miss
....... My old life
*The peacefulness
........Before you brought chaos
*When i was with you
........Everyday was torture
*Everything was different
........The way the darkness consumed
*My lovely days, the way
........The wretchedness of
*your laugh makes me
........Vomit. Those days i could still
*Giggle freely, forget the world and have fun
.........Are now gone
*You stole my
........Freedom and
*My heart
........ You deprived me of justice
*I hope
........You die, along with
*Your love for me
........ I don't believe that this loneliness
*Is never ending
(Now read only the lines with an asterisk *)
~~This is just another feeble attempt. Similar to my previous poem "It was only me"
A bit more sunnier
Today I will write about stars-
Not the usual
Compressed galactic-gleams,
Not the speckling
In deep sky seen,
Tracked and charted
By singular-minded, bright-eyed teams-
No-I will speak of Real Stars,
Day and night stars-
Eternal Stars
Never growing dim,
Burning brightly
From star-dust within-
Not a glow in cold darkness
Between starlight above
But Mysterious Light
Deeper gazers call Love-
Stars that blink
To illumine the poor,
Have learned by faith
To persist and endure-
Stars who dry
The damp
Blanket the cold,
These warm glows
Surrounding
All of God's Fold-
Never dimming-
(A mission to give)
Preaching less-
Word what they live-
Warring on crime
Disease and despair
Never for profit
Simply to care,
Sacrifices not subject
For peddlers dealing in fame-
But God's Asterisk,
His Radiance,
Lighting each name-
This Light is always there-
When one thinks less of taking
And more, to share-
Same Light that shown
From out the tomb,
Giving earth a choice
Between Light and dark gloom-
Light seen brightly
In a new mother's eyes,
Amazed and surprised
That something so radiant
Could come from within,
Not starlight of sky, but Pure Light,
Where all lights begin
Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks”
So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.
The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.
John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019
The Athlete’s Denial
By Elton Camp
Bulging biceps and great power
Made Jock the man of the hour
As a model of good sportsmanship,
Recognition sent him on an ego trip
Long-standing records broke right & left
Made easier by his impressive heft
But meddlers wouldn’t let it be
“This looks very suspicious to me”
Accusers arose to testify he did it
In fear, they conspired and hid it
At least that is what they all say
Jock claims it wasn’t that way
“Why such drugs I’d never use.
It’s to be liars those guys choose.
Jealousy since I’m better than they
Now the league won’t let me play.”
“If an asterisk is put by my name
My records won’t seem the same.”
The truth of the matter I don’t know
But find it rather disturbing, though
It was you from the moment I seen you.
I knew in my heart I would be the one to rescue you, but in the end you ended up saving me.
I see in your eyes the pain that lingered inside.
From your past relationships your pride was on cloud nine.
My theory was to put your fears aside.
You feel like I am like all the rest, so you continuously put my love through a test.
Why won’t you let me love you?
My love is a virtue, forever lasting external statue.
It was you my handcrafted imbue tattoo I cling to.
If you only knew how I truly feel about you.
I was sculpted only for you my sahib, I am your rib.
You’re a reflection of me desperately wanting love, but scared of the many risks that come with it.
Love should have come with an asterisk.
You’re my only weakness causing infectious affection.
It was your personality that spoke volumes to me, showering me with chivalry.
Persistency kept me where I wanted to be.
Let me be the one you need, all you need is faith as tiny as a mustard seed.
Abundantly this love will be an adjustment for you, and me.
If you should have a nightmare just know I will be there.
If you’re hurting and need to cry, I will be the one to wipe your eyes.
For my love only identifies.
I fell in love with you, not for the things you’re able to do.
It was simply you…
If you should happen to get laid off work, I will be the one standing in the door.
The only one you brace oneself for.
Your personal landing gear, I am whole heartily sincere.
I will be your rocking chair.
If the time comes and you begin to lose your hair, baby I will be your favorite barber chair your personal concierge.
It was you that introduced your love voodoo.
Only wanting you timeless déjà vu.
You made me love you; you are my lifetime band aid.
Now let me be your brigade, your right hand grenade.
You’re forever nursing aide.
The sharpest in your drawer knife blade.
The one and, only ace of spade your jack of trades.
Equivalent to money your love is symbolic.
A polished rocket you’re extraordinary, and solid.
Biologic process but simply flawless.
If I am getting off topic I might be losing conscious.
Thinking of you makes me forget my surroundings.
My heart starts pounding echo sounding.
I automatic start smiling, it’s simply astounding.
You knew it has always been you.
It was you.
[Disclaimer: The poem does not intend to hurt anybody’s religious sentiments. It is purely for the purpose of entertainment, art and awareness.]
[Note : - If you don’t know who is Draupadi, follow the link given below the poem to find out]
You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
You didn’t choose polyandry,
It was a nonsensical fate.
A man’s sly desire,
But you get all the hate.
We hail Karn’s sacrifices.
We all feel his pain.
He is held like a hero.
Your go in vain.
When the rules of a game
Became bigger than your honour.
The respected men, shame,
Pushed humanity to a corner.
Turned a deaf ear to your screams
As you were disrobed to their gaze.
The honourable men errant extremes
But dirt is shoved in your face.
A symbol of rape victim
S**t shamed by the society.
A fodder of the chauvinists,
A pacifier of their insecurity.
But you don’t need our sympathy,
You are fire in disguise.
The sexism,however, is thriving
So I incessantly despise.
You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
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PS - I hope you understand the reason why two cuss words have been used in the poem. They are not for the purpose of spreading profanity but instead to slap the words back on the face of the sexists who call those names to Draupadi. I meant to use those words without asterisk for better effect, but I will abide by the rules and let the poem's effect depreciate a bit.
As always they will shine
Afferent archery
As sparkling efferent
Avid constellations
Act, salty and feline
Adulterous winking
Aerobics of nature
21/11/2015
Stages and steps are the structures of Life’s nomenclature
a little mind isn’t ready to go through its rotating disk,
quick and fast void of much strain, no matter the way
but such an inpatient method carries the most risk.
Building upon contentment to slowly reach prosperity,
such energy is diverted for unholy accumulation in a brisk.
No item is beyond such eyes in need of sedation
the Lord of Moscow fighting to also be the mayor of Bisk.
Possessions beyond reach stimulate more awareness and sensitivity,
unconsciously and rapidly, mindfulness undergoes a frisk.
The unnecessary search for more, never nearly gets exhausting
but disappointment nods, tagging such a person with asterisk.
Enormous wants so large, yet squeezed by the mind and limbs
lands one in a tornado, subsequently throwing everything in a whisk.
The landmark was given the name
"Exclamation Point," and indeed it became
the most exciting place I'd ever known!
The "parentheses" between us shone
of sun "dashes" splashing
on the "comma" aquamarine.
My fashion "square bracket" charms swayed
like my body stayed in Mark's trustworthy arms.
Our eyes simultaneously met
the first "asterisk" set in the sky, shining brightly.
"Make a wish," he whispered softly,
"and close your eyes tightly."
When I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee!
The "question Mark" asked next
was actually my silent request!
He pulled the "asterisk" from the sky,
and lovestruck eye to eye,
he gently slid it on my consenting finger.
Then suddenly swans graced the stage
like a princess rescue in a storybook page.
We agreed to continue our courtship that day
the "semicolon"ial biblical way.
How difficult it was that magical night,
amidst the "ellipsis" Little Dipper kite,
but we wanted to honor our great Creator.
A longing "period" of three months later,
down a driftwood isle along the same sand
our "carets" met "ampersand" hand-in-hand.
4/19/19
Destiny ran into my room today
"Grandmother, we had such fun
Swimming and playing in the sun"
Her hair a wavy asterisk
Her lips expounding joy
The burnished bronze of her
suntan
The skip in her walk
I relished her swimming pool
fun and her commitment
to laugh
so simply felt
I saw myself in her decades gone
and then I burned her joy in my eyes
and cherished that she came to
me to share her moment's delight
this is a comma ,
this is an apostrophe '
this is an ampersand &
and this is an asterisk *
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