Best Banging Poems
Banging my forehead against the Bible
I don't want to blame nobody
I can't even blame myself
I hope God you hear my call
but you never seem to be on time when I need you today God
Today I decided to put on the red lipstick and the red dress and stuck my
leg out and let 10 men pulled up and do what they wanted
I made 20,000 that night
Yeah it hurt God
But I called you and still no answer
Again God you where late
Thy shall not Prostitute
One of your commands that's not listed for people to see
Today I went to church and ask for help and they could not help
Once again I called on you
and you still did not answer
I even took the time to read the Bible
Still no answer from you
I'am sitting here with 20,000 in my pocket
Today I decide to go get something to eat
A lady approach me and said
Did your God help you yet
That hurt God
You could of warned me that she was going to say those harsh words
So I left and ate dinner at another places
Today I called on you again
and no answer
I waited waited and waited
for you to answer
So today I decide to become a drug dealer
My first day I made 2,000
The second day I made 5,000
The third day I made 30,000 dollars
I went to church on Fourth day and prayed
Again still no answer from you
I love you God even when you didn't answer
I know you can also be a jealous God
I just wanted tell you that
there's no need to be jealous of me
because you are the one who made me
In the Bible it states that you love all sinners
I have a question for you God
Do you still love me
Now that I'am a sinner
By; Shaniki Smith
Date Written July 28, 2016
Released July 30, 2016
This poem is not about anyone or anybody
This poem should be read by those who are 21 age up...
He's love’s anvil
Banging beauty with propellant power
Bends no ear for mercy--
Body batters tempo hour after hour.
He's love’s anvil
Dashing dreams into the dust
winds whirl them high
as clouds roll by
Never pausing ---
rhythm raging rhythm
hour after hour
like the cadence of the sea
drowning men are history
Hammer pulverizing--
Ferocity in nature can't be taught
like a crazy tiger
that can't be caught
He's love’s anvil
Seeming harmless with no outward hazard sign--
Beckons with a cold-beat
Fear and joy now intertwined.
Throbbing is love’s anvil
Elemental altar of no second chance
Sparks are remnants soul-burned--
whirligig of ashes spinning
in the dangerous splendid dance.
He's love's anvil.
Button up your lip.
This is not a story of romance.
V, Anderson-Throop©2015
waiter asks to serve
banging the table with spoon
increasing patience
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
why the block of ice violence
nonphysicality is just as physical for it tortures mentally without touch
it is then when you think about the good times like a skipping rock in a pond
though said rock will eventually have nowhere to go, it skips freely on the water like it is on the perfect vacation
i remember when verbs were light kisses in certain places unnamed
i remember when nouns were rejoicing in pure quiet until forever was the apparent physician with no need for stethoscope
now look at us making mirrors defiantly go awol
the merry-go-round is restless but knows deep within that we will eventually be back on
banging my head against the noisy brick wall of your silence
we both need to check the science
the Sensations in the air....they are just not buying it....
In the Rocker’s Lair
Exotic smokes fill the air
Slinging sweaty hair
By Robb A. Kopp
Playing this tune
from the deepest base
I understand
where you
are coming from
I am going
into this
with eyes
wide open
I have
seen things
also honey
a clear vision
sweet beautiful darling
believe me
when I say
walking on
this path
with you
Has brought me
so much pleasure
with happiness
overwhelming view
with all
of my heart
in you
I am blowing
to you
my dream
on an armada
of kisses
sailing to you
sun shining
golden treasure
into paradise
From the
inner vision
in each soft
silken feeling
burning lips
kiss beats
within emotions
Exploding heartbeats
you have taken
this soul
to Heaven and back
dancing beautiful
fluttering the heart
magically enchanting
each rhythm
under spell
drum rolling
one bang
on siren
stuck on you
How many times
will I try to remember
something to cling to
to keep me together.
How many times
will I hold on to nothing
waiting for something
to fall into my hands.
How many times
am I banging my head
hanging on by a thread
till I wished I was dead.
How many times
will I stare at this paper
searching for words
to create an escape.
How many times
will I try to erase
all my fears with the drink
that I cant stand the taste of.
And how many times
will I whisper your name
to remember the pain
and the tears that stained
your face.
Didn't know where she was going
or remember where she came from
Standing around on street corners
banging an empty drum
A gent in a tux espied her
She thought, 'How could I be so dumb?'
'I was supposed to become a grown-up'
She never ate cake ~ now stuck with crumbs
get on a stand
bang on a can
doit over the land
shake hand
be like a bid with wings
sing sing
just don't be fist swinging
BRING IN THE YEAR SWING
put away the pain
let love rain
get ou no doudt
hop to the ball drop
get a can get on a stand
let it blend
BRING IT IN
BANGING AND SINGING
from away where i stay
you hear the beat
you pat you feet
its gets under neat
its not a band
its man
BANGING ON CANS
It woke me from my sleep today-
banging, flapping on my window.
And when I heard it, I surmised
that bird returned to try again.
Bang after bang- it would not stop-
every day, it tried and tried-
not knowing glass prevented it
from entering expanse it saw.
June 14, 2021
Contest: Workshop- Adjectives Deleted
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Finally, my way is clear
I can see the the beauty in all
Things others don't notice
Or dismiss, as insignificant, small
The sound of water flowing
The smell of crisp clean air
Inundates my being
With what all living things share
I let go of all my fears
And open my eyes
Only to see stupid bangs
Hiding the revelation that cries
.................to be KNOWN
Fighting against their presence
Despising the hair on my head
Life drains from wonder
And plummets me into the lake of the dead
The sunlight shines down
Piercing the comfort of sight
I move my bangs for full vision
To reveal I've lost my light
After much struggle and anger
I leave my bangs where they are
And I begin to perceive
The blood, torn flesh, the scars
I just wanted to see and enjoy
But bangs, like a curtain, got hung
Between the spirit and natural worlds
With the rhythm of "Broken" continually sung
....with every BANG of BELIEF
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2018
get ready to sing
let bells ring
jump stump
let be joy
fine the toy
let be blinking and ringing'
BRING YEAR IN
SINGING AND BANGING
Love is like the falling water from a fall
each drop seems to be rather small
but hurries on ahead
and bangs one after the other
on the lover’s head