Best Beat It Poems | Poetry

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017

Mercenary Heart

Battered and bruised and broken before
My courageous heart, comes back for more
It soldiers on but finds no peace
Losing time and again, the battles never cease
A kindred spirit it fights to find
Shattered dreams and tears, in it's wake behind
Mending itself after each conflict
Future struggles, it can not predict
One more battle, one more hill
My enduring heart, perseveres until...

This chosen battlefield, a final stand
A fight for happiness, none left to command
With a steady beat, it marches on
My fearless heart, with it's armor gone
The battle plan remains the same
Take no prisoners, ignore the pain
Your offer submitted, surrender deterred
Relinquish my heart, death is preferred
Battered and bruised and broken before
My mercenary heart comes back for more...


        Feb 2 2016  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Lament of my life

                      Lament of my life.



Destined life i lived but unfulfilled,
Much had to do,my tears spilled,

Down in white ,peaceful my body lies
Happy to meet God, invisible,my soul flies,

Earth,a stage,different roles to play on,
Multiple opportunities,life was a unique platform,

In responsibilities ,i was good enough,
To balance ,right wrong was indeed tough,

No regrets for family,money and claims,
Bad luck,unstable life my illness to blame,

To beat it, i was in armature , my second aim,
Hope for fellow sufferers,the damn disease i'll tame,

Like a bolt from the blue,unexpectedly it struck,
Trapped in the whirlpool,my mental energy to suck,

Family and friendship bonds anchored for support,
Still,for what reason, my forte got more to thwart?

Much for good,i would have given to the world,
A life of normalcy,a gift,if i had unfurled,

Alas! I could not explore galore,
My potential in the dark void did allure,

Missed the epic moment when i could be more than me,
My purpose in life would have got a meaning to be,

At the edge of life i did meet poetry soup,
Rare of a place,solely an encouraging,friendly group,

In dust,my body is unmoving, not frail,peaceful,it has no pains,
But on earth,personal vacuum haunts and fighting spirit remains.


Contest:Lament of my life.
Sponsor:Casarah Nance.
17 March 2016

Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2016

The Belle of the Ball

Outside the walls stood a handmaiden gazing
Twisting her skirt between fingers so frail
Patches of burlap were sewn on the garment
Cut from a sack of a barley oat bale

Oh how she dreamed of the opulent palace
Silver and gold and the finest of lace
Gowns made of velvet with ribbons of satin
She spun around with a smile on her face

As if a princess, her blonde hair a flowing
Blue skies above now the tint of her eyes
Hearing a song on the early spring breezes
Never once noticed the coming surprise

Then saw him on horseback and blushed like a petal
Found on the reddest of roses that grew
Knee bent to curtsey, feeling embarrassed 
Knowing this gesture is what she should do

“Good day my fair maiden, your dance was enchanting” 
He said as he smiled, his kindness was felt
“So sorry my prince, I did not see you coming”
Again on the soil before him she knelt

“Rise up,” he said as he slid from the saddle
“There is no need for such formality,
for one of such beauty tis I who should bow”
Saying this he touched the earth with one knee

Once more she blushed like an apricot sunrise
Standing he reached out and taking her hand
Wondered, “What brings you by here on this morning,
adding such loveliness to our fine land?” 

“Your majesty, I’m but a servant daydreaming,
Seeing myself quite the belle of the ball
Very much childish I know you are thinking
For I belong far outside this great wall”

He pondered a moment, his chin now he fondled
Suddenly grinned with the happiest glance
“Well now fair maiden, if thou would permit me
Please be my guest at this evening’s spring dance?”

“Oh handsome prince I could not even think it
Look at my dress, I have nothing to wear
Merely these rags and an old pair of high tops
Never to mention the state of my hair”

“Never you mind and I kind of like high tops
Maybe some jeans and a tank top in red
Pull your hair back and it will be perfect
Nothing you’ll need when we climb into bed”

“What’s that you say, you want sex after dancing
Beat it you creep, I’m abreast of your game
I’ll spread these legs not for anyone fancy
Damn it, you men, every one is the same” 

As he departed, rejected and sneering
She stomped away feeling angry and mean
So here you find such an unhappy ending
The truth is she only had eyes for the queen

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

twisted

Twisted words with hidden meanings
Not lies, but still deceiving.
I lie in bed I’m dreaming
Those eyes are all I'm seeing.
You tried to be misleading
I died inside still bleeding.
My mind is fried I’m reeling,
I tried I was mistreated.
Once thrived I’m now depleted
But I’ve never retreated.
I’m seated I’m not defeated,
I’ll beat it and be undefeated…

Copyright © Sag Capone | Year Posted 2009

My Divide

Sitting here inside myself I suffer from the air around me as it steals my breath, Wonder if anyone notices this pain tormenting me so...I'm vulnerable around him and he can't even see it, this thing deep within, It burns so bad I can't stop it, My melody has left my soul as the inspiration abandons me with the sound of his footsteps leaving. Gone from my range of hearing, my knees buckle beneath me as I think of those who replace me, Those who are better off with him than I, My stars dull in the sky as my world falls apart, There is no light to break up this dark around me..No more looking at him to help spread my wings, They simply tremble an fall to the earth, His beauty no longer holds me up...this distance kills my heart every beat it takes, the fading of the colors engulf me I no longer see my dream.

Copyright © Samantha Johnson | Year Posted 2014

Like, Like, How Could She?

Like, this one time, in band camp 
I asked this girl out and she like, 
Said no, and I like 
Like totally liked her, and like 
I almost loved her and she said like, 
Like, like no, 
Like how could she? 
I was so hurt, like, seriously 
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really, 
Really, 
Really, 
Really hurt, you know? 
Like it wasn't even in my head you know? 
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that 
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart 
Every time it beat, it like, hurt 
And it like, didn't stop 
Not for anything, 
Like not even when I went to sleep, 
It like, just hurt, and hurting 
And like, like never stopped 
It hurt like, so bad 
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt, 
Like in my entire life, 
How could she say no like that? 
Like really? 
I like, lost her 
Totally lost her 
But I like never had her to begin with, 
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her 
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't 
And like, now she'll never be. 
This is like, sooo depression, 
How can I march in a time like this? 
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning, 
I could die, I could totally die right now 
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living 
Right now, just die, 
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof 
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it 
And then like, totally jump off and die 
Just die like a frog under a tire you know? 
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever 
I can't believe this, this is so sad 
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do? 
You know what I'm going to do? 
I'll like, tell you 
I'm going to go eat some cheese, 
Goodbye. 

Copyright © Kelsey Kopec | Year Posted 2007

It can't be over

It can't be over

You say you can't trust me,
that, suddenly I've changed
what gives you that impression?
it's you that's acting strange!

You know I've always loved you,
more than anyone can
you've been my one and only
and I am still your man

Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.


Why can't you believe me,
there's no one else but you,
I guess, you never knew me
if you think I could betray you!

We've lived our life in stages,
beat the drama, beat it all,
I can see you've won best actress
it's our love's final curtain call


Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise...
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.


There's a war inside you,
I can see it in your eyes
I love you more than ever,
is this how our love dies?

You must fight your delusion,
that leaving is your fate,
I pray, that you'll believe me,
and come back... before it's too late.


Chorus

I can see your on your way,
slipping...away from me
starting your new life...
and I'm not in your plans
you really took me by surprise...
whatever happened to forever?
It can't be over,
cause I just don't understand.

Repeat chorus
fade to zero

John Derek Hamilton
September 04,2017

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

Forgotten Not

No Matter How Many Times I Slip Up
You Never Give Up, No Not On Me
I Cry With All My Might
And Its Almost Like You See
Yet It Doesnt Bother You
That Im Weak
You Dont Seem 
To Forget Me
No Matter How Low I Am
You Tell Me That Im Strong 
Had Faith In Me All Along
Even When I Did That Stuff
That Stuff That Hurt So Bad
You Told Me I Could Beat It
Somehow You Never Seemed Mad
And Now You Try, To Just Stop And Say Hello
Don't Worry Your Not Forgotten To Me Either
Oh No, Oh No, Oh No
'Cuss When I Was Weak
Your Words Gave Me Strength
When I Was Down
You Somehow Restored My Faith
When I Was Low
You Helped My Hope
That I Would Be Okay
Reminded Me That I Wasnt Forgotten
Not By Thee, And
Ill Make It Somewhere One Day
'Cuss I Dont Have To Give Up
Not Like I Use To
And I Can Stand Tall
Proud, Despite What I Use To Do
We All Have Our Past
But Theirs A Reason For That
So That We Can Create A Future
Even If The Past Cant Be Forgotten Now
I Can Put It Behind Me
You Helped Me To See
Life Truly
And Forever Ill Be
A Friend To Thee
Thank You For Helping Me
Forgotten
You'll Never Be






By: The Lost Poet
(C) 2009
Dedicated To My Good Friend Gary La'Buda
Always An Inspiration  Peace

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2009

I Was Born In A Spanish Nation

I was Born in a Spanish nation

I was born in a Spanish nation, Argentina, to be precise, so I enjoy Spanish foods quite a lot' 
like milanesa and Empanadas,  
lots of meat on the Parilla especially sausages
with Chimi Curry sauce.  
But I'm a Hebrew and I love my lox and cream cheese, schnitzel and Veronicas with cabbage soup.
alsi with some other goodies on the side like coconut cookies and a loaf of Halla bread make good for a fine day.
But I was raised in the U.S.A . With hot dogs, hamburgers and fries, and a coke on the side,
But what I really want is to be is an American Native Indian,
but I do not know much about their foods except that delicious tortillas made out of corn.
Kind of makes you fat, but I could be wrong.
lately  my faith has shifted from Judaism to Buddhist and now I meditate, 
but my philosophy is the thoughts of Alan Watts and Ekhart Tolle and lately 
I have been craving their home foods one is English and the other is German, how curious.
Sometimes a desire for French food comes over me
maybe some Escargo with fish with their Tarragon herbs on white plates, with a white wine on the side,
this is how they dine in Paris, oh so dashing and so nice.
No sooner did I eat that,
I became enthralled with Indian food with Turmeric and Curry.
What am I going to do?
Mr. Krishmatury? 
Sidguru the spiritual would know.
Well, I'm going to eat a bit of hearing and get back to my roots?
Maybe I will stop at an Israeli restaurant and have some Babaganush and lamb skewered,  hummus, falafel
With pita bread, I just love, it makes my mouth water.
But wait the Italian restaurant is on the way,
I will stop there too, and get some lasagna and eggplant Parmesan and a taste strategia soup 
I will just freeze it for another day.
Did I forget to mention  Mexican food with the tortillas and tacos and enchiladas and chiles religion, I'm loving it?
I think I'm hungry and I will eat it all;
No, I have made up my mind its Thai coconut soup, Yes!
That's it,
And tomorrow, it will be Jamaican jerk chicken, but I might change my mind.
And have some English fish and chips mate and dine with a pint of lager for good measure i hope it catered.
My wife is honking the horn, it turns out we are going for Greek food, Dolmas, yellow rice. 
Taramosalata, the caviar with Spanikoipia the cheese pie you know it so delicious. 
Damn it, I told her I wanted Chinese today, egg flower soup with kung Pao chicken and that special way they make the eggplant, 
 you can't beat it  anywhere.
Why do we have to fight about these things, any way you look at it she is a vegetarian? 
Did I leave anyone out, oh yes the Polish, but their food is similar to the Russians cabbage soup that I forgot to mention?
I will have to ask someone about that.
What is that you said?
That there is a new sushi bar in town, with fresh 
Yellow tail, white fish and Salmon 
Crab California roll too, well, why didn't you say so?
im game for that too, with a bit of sake wine if you do not mind.

By Marc Acrich

Copyright © Marc Acrich | Year Posted 2018

AN ODE TO COOKING

AN ODE TO COOKING


I'll never be as good 
as that Nigella,
I just don't seem to 
have the expertise.
I've studied every
book,
Ever written by a
cook,
And tried a hundred
different recipes. 

But my batter 
puddings turn out 
limp and soggy,
My omelettes refuse
to leave the pan.
And when I try to
bake,
A fancy cherry cake,
It comes out looking
like a strawberry
flan.

My casseroles don't
casser like they ought
to,
My apple crumble 
just disintegrates.
My gravy's black and
thick,
Rather like an oil slick,
And tends to take the
pattern of the plates.

My tapioca tastes a 
bit peculiar, 
My semolina has no
taste at all.
Nobody will eat it,
But they say you
cannot beat it,
For sticking vinyl 
paper to the wall.

I can cope with all
the other household
duties,
But cooking, I confess,
has got me beat.
The family don't trust
me,
Obviously that must
be,
The reason why they
all go out to eat.

BY
DARRYL ASHTON 

Copyright © Darryl Ashton | Year Posted 2016

Michael Jackson Gone Too Soon (Seventh Heaven)

“Heal The World” like in Heaven
A “Thriller” many believed he was too “Bad”
The King of Pops “Black or White” 
Seven times he cried—“The Way You Make Me Feel”
Then he “Eased on Down the Road”
Singing: “Earth Songs” like “Beat It,” “Leave Me Alone”
Now “Ben,”—he is “Gone Too Soon!”

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© Joseph Spence, Sr., 6/28/09
© All Rights Reserved
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The form is 7/11/7/11/7/11/7.  The total syllable count is 61. The first line has
seven syllables, second eleven, third seven, fourth eleven, fifth seven, sixth
eleven, and seventh seven.  Rhyming is optional; however, it’s a plus.  Any
variation of the words “seven” or “heaven” must appear in the poem. 
 Invented by Joseph Spence, Sr., 2007.
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2009

Nit Picks and Picnics

~~Upon the banks of big piney slough,
   I recall a picnic with old blue,
   and my granddaughter at age two.
   and many blood sucking critters too.

~For a very short while we did picnic,
   then we would bait our hooks and pick ticks. 
   while the ants carried our food off in nit picks.
   Gets no better than this, can’t beat it with sticks!

~Mosquitoes demanded their rightful share,
   for of the blood of we humans they are an heir.
   Some dudes have no flair for this type of affair,
   after a day or two they would need repair.

~Moms who let babies grow up to be rednecks,
   raise children who can fish and pick blood ticks,
   and kill big water moccasins with little sticks,
   while picking polk salet for supper on picnics.

~Having caught a big flathead cat or two,
   I called granddaughter Sue and my dog blue,
   for I remember quit clearly when Sue was new,
   was the dog days of summer, ninety two! 

   For and in Honor of: Carol Brown
   And Contest: Picnic   

Copyright © john freeman | Year Posted 2011

PLAY-BOY 1

You know why I run game? It's 'cause I'm a player
I'm the night in shining armor, she's a dragon, I'm gon' slay her
That means when I beat it up, I'm gonna kill it
Tell her keep our business to herself, don't spill it
Can't follow directions, then it's on to the next
Hope you get the message, not talking 'bout a text

I sleep with more chicks than a night-gown

Without 'em I'm like a sentence with no noun

For those who don't know that means incomplete

It's a race to get 'em first, I gotta' compete

They wanna be on the team, tryin' to make the cut

True player, show no feelings, keep 'em in a shell, walnut

Females fill my atmosphere, they mean the world to me

I got damsels galore, it's always plural with me

Got gangs of chicks, which one should I bang

They're steady in my face, sort of like some bangs

Hate when they try to lock me down, I'm not in jail

She starts talking 'bout marriage, then I'm gonna bail

Sometimes I need my space, like a vacant lot

I hate being congested, like a nose filled with snot

Hey, stop bugging me, you startin' to act like a knat

Before you go, give me head, I need it like a hat

Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013

Baby Bug or My Pet Race Roach

Well, I've been in jail since Juvember,
And I've pulled thru Maynever,
And now it's past September,
And I wonder if I'll ever,
Get out of here,

Yea, this place sure would be lonely,
If it wasn't for my pet,
And he sure is real homely,
But still, my love he'll get,

He sleeps in a matchbox,
And wakes up in my bed,
He's sometimes in my socks,
Or a layin' by my head,

I enter him in races ,
With all my criminal friends,
And me, he never disgraces,
My race-roach always wins,

He can really move fast,
One second for five feet,
And I sure hope his legs will last,
So he'll never get beat,

And he holds the track record,
Here in this ol' jail,
And he might just beat it,
But only time will tell,

But then one day my race roach
Was walking on my shelf,
When he suddenly fell off of it,
And nearly killed himself,

So I hollered for the Sheriff,
And he came a runnin' fast,
I told him to call the doctor,
Or my race roach wouldn't last,

Well, the doctor came a flyin'
A little later in the day,
I told him my race roach is dying,
What more could I say?

The doctor said I am sorry son,
But his leg will never bend,
I believe his career's done,
He'll never win agin,

So I started crying,
I cried agin and agin,
I almost felt like dying,
Now my roach would never win,

So the doctor took him away,
Yea, he took him out the door,
And I just have to say,
I haven't seen him anymore,

But what really puzzles me,
Is where'd he take my "baby bug?"
I wish he'd bring him back to me,
So I could give him one more hug!!

Hey!!!I just caught another one,
A little faster than the last!
This little "Bugsie" can get it on!!!
Gosh is he ever fast!!!!!

Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008

Side Effects

she told me she was living with cancer
not dying from it and she would beat it
sometimes people don't realize the promises
they are making when they make them
worry is another side effect of dying
she was a gift, a rare and fragile flower 
who gave me something important
but all salvation is temporary
part of me went with her when she died
but more of her stayed with me 
as our stars have crossed
the thing about pain is 
that it demands to be felt
I tell myself to live my best life today
because of her

Copyright © Betty Bateson | Year Posted 2014

a bride

she pads her bra
and smiles at her reflection - -
here comes the bride

my mum had breast cancer around 16 years ago and beat it : )

Jack Horne for PD’s Pinktober contest

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2013

life

Life is worth it
When I live for you
It’s how I know that this is love proven true
But there you fly now in the sky
Showing me that differences and flaws
Is coexistence in each other
Celebrate them don’t use them as a weakness
Because in doing that you show weakness in yourself
Show some respect to them 
For they are to be cared for 
Then why is it no one ever does
Do they not see the pain? 
With every dying cuss 
So let the pain engulf me 
Teach my eyes to see
Let a fallen angel come to curse me
Let my cuts come to bleed 
Evil engulfing my broken heart yet falling deep in love 
When everything turns to turmoil 
I turn to my angel from above 
Let my heart come to boil
In the ashes of my innocence 
Letting myself go until I fully reach out to fellow brethren s 
Praying with no feeling I can feel myself slip away
I’m falling yet falling apart 
 Without the slightest of delays 
Birth was a mistake and yet I cannot come to die
Was it true that I am meant to live?  
A man who only knows to cry 
I cannot give
The light has forsaken my cold and darkened heart
For who am I to live 
Cold and fruitless moon why have you forsaken me
Does it bring you joy to see that you are breaking me
Listen to the cold and broken winds 
Nothing can ever beat it
Nor can I defend

Copyright © delson seaman | Year Posted 2012

Beautiful you are

Beautiful you are!!
the sun - the stars;
the moon - the ocean.

The blue - the yellow;
the red - the beauty potion.

The silky - the smooth;
the everlasting lotion.

I am speechless to your beauty,
and amaze to your duty.

The holy motion -
of your spirit; the holy spirit.

Jesus is the number one beauty;
confess it and admit it.

No shame of you!!
just conquer - he did it,
he lives - just beat it.

The beauty, the sweet - the honey;
the yummy that turns bitter.

The sour - just spit it, 
enjoy his beauty, 
and be seated.

The alphabet it’s not enough
to describe your beauty - your jealousy
and your fury.

"I am that I am"
The love, the beauty.

Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2010

No one lives forever

Listen to poem:

My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  
My life clock is in overdrive is this my time to breath my last fresh air.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

My plan is to rest in peace and hope not to many weep.
My eyes will miss the sunsets, my heart its beating in my breast.
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare.  

My mortal time is ending my heart will soon beat it last.
and I'm off to rest in peace or may haunt those that laughed.
let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

You think you will live forever and then sneak an extra day.
but in reality any day could be the day that  your last breath go's away    
My cloak as been removed,my invincibility laid bare.  

Your born without a penny and tears within your eyes.
and leave behind your fortune and them tears in others eyes.
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

Let life's trials have it's say, and then turn the other cheek.
Live your life with love and passion and treasure every day.   
My cloak as been removed, my invincibility laid bare  
Let heaven wait an angel and hell a stokers mate.

Copyright © stephen pennell | Year Posted 2017