Best Attached Poems
Someone special died because you drink and drive
Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive
Maybe you are hurting
Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked
cause you can’t handle liquor
You didn’t care
You knew you were drunk
Car a weapon killing daughter or son
What if it was your mama
Or your daddy
Broken and bleeding
Screaming and crying
Wrapped around a tree
Or on the highway
What if your wife and child
Died that day?
Someone special died because you drink and drive.
Every day and holiday a family sighs
No more birthdays or 4th of Julys
No more phone calls or smiles from bright eyes
Victims who died because you drink and drive
Those who survive have hard work to do
Physically, therapy, or creating life new
advocating for cause for spiritual mending
Creating a bridge from tragedy to winning
this song has music
a gaze felt softly
pulling on wistful heartstrings…
your puppeteer eyes
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
- No - Strings - Attached -
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lately i have become aware
i was wrong thinking i am just me
there are lines above my head, a pair
someone's controlling me for a fee
the marketers with their advertising machines
run us all, apparently and do so continually
they do so on walls or surfaces using screens
everything we think is fed to us intentionally
no matter what your cause is it's them pulling the strings
wether you are for or against or anywhere in between
they write all of the scripts and the conflict that it brings
if you like oil, the cash it makes or chose to be green
trust me you're their puppet your speaking from their script
it has been ingrained in your brain since your first day
give them a child 'till he's five he's theirs he's been snipped
even at the park - slide, swing or climb it's their way
not you! right?somehow they missed your unique behind
you're wrong they got you too, always no matter where you sit
no one escapes the adjustment made to their mind
the world is a stage and we merely the puppets on it
26~12~2014
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: PUPPETS
"To get what you desperately covet, you must go the extra mile!' - quote by poet
Let me tell you a story
About a tween mama's boy.
One fine day, unasked,
He suddenly started
Trimming all the hedges
On the front porch, a first.
It's a job always delegated
To his older brothers.
Mom looks on with amazement;
Pleasantly surprised.
She gives her youngest son
A kiss on the cheek
And says to him,
"Thank you, baby. You're doing a great job!"
After finishing the task,
Mom wraps her son in a snug embrace.
Then came the moment of truth.
"Mom?"
"Yes, hon," she replies.
"Could you please buy me an Xbox headset?"
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme Chosen: Funny
Date written: 04/16/2022
The countryside is ablaze with colour
But leaves fall when the winds get gustier
Causing much work
We pay for this quirk
With permanently attached leaves I'd be much happier
© Jack Ellison 2015
https://soundcloud.com/user-927728032/somesorrowsjustdontdrown2-by-markhallidayx
Sometimes I’m so sad,
Other times I’m just raging mad.
The gal that said she would love me forever
Went and left me for another.
I just hate to say
That I feel like a damn cliché.
She double-crossed me like a low-down traitor.
As much as I would like to amputate her,
I just can’t bring myself to hate her.
(Chorus)
Got too much time to think,
But not enough to drink.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown.
Some sorrows just don’t drown. (pause)
They just won’t drown.
(Bridge)
I didn’t cheat her, I never beat her, I always treated her kind.
I took her dancing, never quit romancing; was she out of her mind?
Thinking one love’s true
One day could be the end of you.
I smell like stale beer and yesterday’s sweat;
Caught in a whirlpool of regret.
(Repeat Chorus)
They just won't drown!
They just won't drown!
They just won't drown!!!
One more late Friday.
I’ll probably drink-off Saturday.
If sober Sunday, I’ll go see the pastor
To help me get through this disaster.
(Repeat Chorus)
Wind blows my hat off
Telling me to let go of
Things I think I need
A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker
Had christened his yappy pup Harker
Neighbours caused a riot
Cos it’s never was quiet
With hindsight it's name should be Barker
An overwhelming sorrow,
no escape, not even in sleep,
only undying pain,
only overwhelming endurance.
Hot tears fall easily,
but I must exist;
it is your dictate,
it is your wish,
I cannot but obey
and bear the sacrifice.
No insanity for me,
no easy escape
I scream at night
in love and pain
for you know well
the art of sex.
I love and grieve,
yet it is clear,
your vision of me:
no strings attached.
Before i loved you
I broke the strings
I love you, yes!
No strings attached
The songs you sing
A melody so sweet
Can it e'er be heard?
The strings broke
Love like i do
Love with no strings attached
For the people you love
May not love you back
What you so care about
Might fade out
love not becouse you're loved
love without reason
love with care,
love dosen't scare
Wrapped in the sheets,
Her scent all around me.
I listen to my heart beat,
Wishing my dreams hadn't become reality
Her quiet whispers echo in my ears.
The promises, the lies
The birth of my fears
All started with my one night stand.
Drunken courage, daring approaches
All intent towards a night of no strings
No attachments, no commitment
Been through to much
To get close again
But here we are
I'm tied to you
Forever yours
and as you whispered you love me
and said we'd never part
the only words that came to my lips we're
"what beautiful words for such a cynical heart"
I'm trapped in your lies
But I'm blind, playing off
the pain and fear as butterflies
Don't get attached
It's the repeating mantra
in my head
But I'll go
where I'm lead
Following your voice
like the drug you've become.
Down by those tracks,
You silly astronaut.
Its an Odyssey,
I'll admit
That I ever survived.
Fluids, moans
and Cries thereafter
Were undoubtedly
Where this
Masochist was
Born.
I promised to
Prevail, but
Salt in the wound
Sent me down an
Unending Spiral
leaving here on a midnight run
my energy nervous for no reason
i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate
i am walking the floor over the next set of plans
when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans
yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear
arriving there on a midday monorail
After thousands of years
due to global ice melt in the permafrost
my carcass has been unearthed.
Not surprisingly I was hairy and
proto-Slavic.
Some idiot named me ‘Derick Specimen 974.2’,
My spirit watched as they soaked me in warm water
then froze me up again.
How many times must my remains
be poked about like this?
For centuries I have been interned,
exhumed, washed away
and bulldozed into dust,
leaving my genetic footprints all over
their dumb brains
and now some fool
looks upon my preserved remains
and names me ‘Derick’!’
Just wait until I dig one of you up
ten thousand years from now.
I won’t care how bald and scrawny looking you are,
I’ll name you: Aphrodite
even through your flaccid popsicle of a scrotum
is clear for all to see.