Best Bites Poems
Something about you
Makes me want to do
Things I’ve never dreamt before
It’s not the beauty of your eyes
Nor the magic of your smile
That lures me to your shore
It’s knowing in my heart
You made the fire start
And in your flames I'm going to burn
Savory kisses may turn to blood
Bitten helplessly by love
A chance I’d have to learn
Immersed in a sea of love
Out of darkness flies the doves
And our hearts are set free
I can’t resist your touch
Your body paints me with a brush
Of red passionate strokes
Pray this moment last forever...
As forever goes...
'Cause when love bites you... the fever yearns and burns
Lunging forward a stab to the heart,
vitriol hurled at an unsuspecting soul.
A sarcastic word or comment, thrown in jest,
tearing flesh, leaving a gaping hole.
I was only joking, ha ha, wasn't that fun?
he says to no one.
Why are you hurt?
They're only words you know,
letters put together as one.
Intentional or not, caustic words will burn,
stinging speech cannot be unstung.
Hurtful songs, once sang, cannot be unsung.
Playing the dangerous game of sarcasm,
is like shooting words in derision.
Vitreous feelings are shattered,
only causing hurtful division.
Sarcasm is not innocent child's play,
it bites, it leaves marks, that forever may remain.
Think before you speak there are always consequences to hurtful speech!
John Derek Hamilton November 18,2015
There is no waiting in the silence
raining down
on a sun drenched afternoon
gorged and greeted
fire
burning bright
mint leaf scents
turquoise fields of play
acquiescence moments
left here to stay
smoke rises
fills the earth with warmth
her essence
a flower
the scent of apple
rich and ripe
imagined
heartfelt bites
gently pierce the skin
on the edge winsome
it's her
savoured
once again
A pple pies, that's what I want to bite.
B egging my mom: "Mommy please, please..", as I
C ome closer to her..
D ancing a little to the left and right;
E very move a way to tempt my mom
F or that sweet delicious pie..
G iving her a kiss to her lips. And
H ugs so tight.. Finally,
I ris, my mom, said yes, yes we go and buy
J umping thrice for I am happy and thrilled, I
K not my arm to my mom's.
L ovingly, not wanting any other mom.
M oving fast as we could to buy not one or two but a plentitude of pies.
N oting, how generous is my mom for I was just asking for one.
O ven-fresh, my mouth waters as I smell the apple pies.
P icking one piece,
Q uickly, I took a luscious large bite.
R ich rumble rush of savory pie
S ated my appetite.
T aunting me to take more! more!
U nder my mom's gaze, Again I eat and eat.
V ery delicious, I said to my mom
W idening my grin and giving thumbs up.
X eric is my throat, I drink and drink.
Y ummy! So yummy, that I eat four pies in a row.
Z ipper of my pants, my oh my, I hardly can close!
*** Xeric means dry.
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Contest Name Your favorite Poem Contest
© O. E. Guillermo
9:36PM
October 10, 2014
Cinderella Bites Back
Joanna Davis
Once upon a story; in a fairy tail.
Lived a shy and lonely girl,
Who's friends were Mop and Pail.
She was really quite a clever girl,
But suffered hate and spite.
Until an invitation came,
And she wished with all her might!
‘if only I could go to the ball,’
She cried, when no one was around.
Then out of a tiny hole,
She heard the faintest sound.
'Of course, you can go to the ball,
What makes you think you can't?'
'Just because that witch said no,
Doesn’t mean you shan’t!'
'But my dress is in rags,
My feet dirty and bare.
There's nothing in my closet,
That I could really wear'.
‘Don't worry’, said the little mouse,
For I know just the thing.
By the time I've finished,
You’ll have a wedding ring.
'Oh no’, said Cinderella,
That's not what I had in mind.
I was rather hoping for a career;
A chance to serve mankind.
The mouse thought for a moment,
Sized up her situation.
'It’s not a wardrobe you need,
It’s an education'!
So when you read this story,
Or listen to this tale.
About a sad and lonely girl,
with a mop and pail.
Remember, that the dream you wish,
Or star, you hope to find.
Has always been there with you,
Tucked safely in your mind!
No one lives in a democracy opening word lie
Let's be frank for a moment we are all slaves
unto a taxpaying system none the less true
Graded by our salary in class distinction fact
poor lawless order is the ruling bodies ignorance
that takes under the table deals which turn tricks
Hidden from view by corruption shady characters
our role models to carry into the future light
Power generates a hungry source unyielding
That lusts with the endless need for more
constantly envying others happiness
chaos will follow unmoral government bodies
They who should be prosecuted where justice dwells
under high treason against the state and her children
I believe in truth and honestly not falsehoods
Love bites like the first frost in late autumn.
It kills whatever flowers have survived since summer ended.
The frost slowly seeps into the stem, totally consumes the petals,
then when it least expects it,
freezes them, biting deep into the roots,
and choking it to death.
Eventually leaving nothing but a dead, rotted weed.
My love for you was like that flower,
and like that flower my heart was wild and free.
Until, one day when I was frost bitten, by your love for me,
which like that frost, was cold and uncaring.
Love bites like frost to a flower.
It hurts everything in it's path.
You know it's coming, and there is no way to stop it.
Nothing lasts forever.
Written by: Kelly Deschler motif: nature & philosophical (old poem)
This Irish water is a standing joke
a state owned asset by the people
who paid taxes since our foundation
A basic right they are trying to deny us
to privatise it to foreign investment hands
Controlling the substance of all life force
paying of banking debts
with their ill gained purses
when they got fat bonuses as pay offs
A regular occurrence swept under
The government in this country
is far beyond a standing joke
So sad it's beyond a laughing matter
Suffering when everyone can see its criminal
what they are doing
forcing us into poverty and slavery
as the gap between rich and poor increases
They need to take their heads out
from under the sand and smell the roses
in the garden Orchard of wisdom
of the people they represent facts
Like a Grizzly bear looking intently
from the rivers rocky crest
I hunger for the first bite
of succulent Alaska salmon
Fresh caught in the mornings first glow
of peachy dew light
Open pink flesh glistening with rich
aroma of the briny sea
Upon my grill graced in lemon garlic
drizzle with fresh dill
Served on warm plates nestled
on wild rice like a fleece blanket
A fine wine and friends gathered
about the patio table
Glasses raised in thanks as lips
moisten in Grizzly anticipation
Mozzies, midgies, gnat attacks
On my blood they want to snack.
Silent, deadly, in they crept
Quenching their hunger as I slept.
Ugly, red, lumps and bumps
Itching, scratching; I've got the hump.
They transformed me into Quasimodo
Only time I've ever taken a selfie photo.
Evening time is my worse nightmare
Straight jacket on I must now wear.
26.08.23
My heart drops
at ankle bites
Aren’t we all a part of human-kind…
Kindle kindness
The human race…embrace
Poli-ticking bombs, , ,
b r e a t h e…
Play ping-pong
d i s c u s s
Don’t be a ding-dong,
shrieking bell
We aren’t all right,
or wrong.
Hate religion…okay,
but it is okay
that some are religious…
don’t a b u s e them
We a l l have beliefs.
Depending on where your heart is,
is where your issue is -
not nearly everyone
is on the same page,
but be
k i n d -
like a gentle wind
Don’t be
over-ripe -
don’t let your words ripple
like whips, tearing others apart.
Love thy neighbor
kiss their hands & feet, metaphorically;
kiss each cheek
BED BUGS BITES
It's time to fix the mattress
fluffy pillows and blankets,
enough room for just one more.
BITE ME' if you can!
Swat after, swat, after swat!
Red itchy skin, what the h3ll!
The open breeze feels real good,
crawling too bite NATE!
BY; PD
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NOTE~ I've never been bitten by these insects,
I just love the way my mother would always say...
"Don't let the bed bugs bite!"
Contest: "Bite me!"
**I bite Nathan, who'll probably will love it ;-)**...LOL...
I was running from the man
Or the cops if you please
I hopped over a fence
Landed funny, scraped my knee
Looked around and saw a shack
Hoped for comfort and ease
Like a hooker in church
Sweating on her knees
Peered into that shack
What a shock and surprise
Head like Mount Rushmore
We were lookin eye to eye
Started running for my life
Jesse Owens be proud
Dog snapping on my leg
Not a bark ,not a sound
Almost made it to the fence
With his teeth on my ass
Like a student in school
Was hoping for a pass
Had my back to the fence
Was looking for a stick
That dog drew first blood
Stream of red like Moby Dick
The end of the story
Had been lookin for fun
Searching for my phone
Called K911
If you or 1 wish to
live based on reality
Live in the real world you
awaken to every single morning
You then also sadly have to accept
these cold hard facts of life as well
As these few simple fundamental rule's
will see you right and do you no harm
in the long run
People ---- Cheat
In matter's of
Love & Sex
Peace & War
Sport & Art
Politics & Debating
Crime & Punishment
Weight & Age
News & Media
Religion & God
Life in general
&
Lest us not forget
The greatest cheat of all
Money , Money , Money
M-O-N-E-Y
And you can take that to the Bank
It's the cheater's No 1 choice
Not some of the time
But all of the time
Accepted as currency in every country
in the world
More so even than the almighty Do$$ar
So I suppose in summation maybe
what I am tring to say is this
Ignorance is Bliss
B R I G H T
N I G H T S
F R O S TS
S T R I K E