Best Blythe Poems
A blythe young girl with lively feet,
Said she would rather dance than eat;
So she shook off all the worldly blues,
And put on her dancing shoes.
She danced thru day and danced thru night,
She danced till the stars lost their light;
She danced her lover out of breath,
And danced her husband quite to death.
She danced her beauty all away,
And then she danced the night away;.
Her big toe then went out of joint,
And all the others came to a point.
Still she danced, and waltzed and whirled,
The dizziest girl in all the world.
She danced herself as a spinning top,
Out of breath but could not stop;
Still spinning around, she flew so far,
Then her feet got caught on the point of a star:
And there she danced for all to see,
In all the dark spaces of eternity.
Categories:
blythe, fantasy, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
"Alchemy"
Begin: Take a Chance on Love
So you’re hurt.
You hurt, you hide
in your big words
clever camouflage
You say you're ok
in blythe denial
of all that’s past
that’s ok, write it all away
Take all the time
you need to make
sense of past bad ryhmes
don't bury your dreams, turning of a dime
"Simple"... beats sophistication every time
Bleeds your heart in time with mine
Try being glib and sublime
with all the other jumping frogs in the mire
Hey, you’re ok, your heart's beating time
Hey, you’re tomorrow may meet mine
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
Categories:
blythe, longing, love, valentines day,
Form:
Romanticism
Helen Keller
Helen Keller
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CharlaXFabels
This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two
ED.NOTE
Categories:
blythe, history, imagination, life, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Erotic Mystery
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
The morning smells like roses
The night is left behind.
Two bodys rolling over organs
Waiting and slithering close
There are no walls
To divide kisses
Hearts are erotic
Love is rage.
The ecstasy starts
Bodys grow stiff
Parts are pouting.
Honey flowing streaming
Fearing no caveats.
The morning smells like roses.
The sheets they slip
Sharp nails etch
Every blue vein in ire
Crying deep.
The lips rapture
The seduction myteriously.
The eyes are close
Hearts are pounding ,
Cupid is in loving brace
such like Eros in blythe
And Aphrodite just lushes about.
Or am I just ..
Swirling bordeaux.
Categories:
blythe, allusion, cute love, desire,
Form:
ABC
Hi, I'm Druzy, and I'm a big girl cuz I'm six
I'm stuck inside today...Oh, FIDDLESTICKS!!!
Mom said I can't go outside cuz it's raining
I cried and she yelled, "Druzy, stop complaining!"
Bored with games, I sat, pouting on the couch
Something pinched me, and I screamed, "Ouch!"
That's when I saw them; two witty bitty things
who were giggling and flapping little fairy wings.
One made faces at me each time I'd blink.
Said, "My name is Blythe. I always wear pink."
The other whispered that Alayna was her name
then she asked if I'd like to play a fairy game.
I kept blinking at them with my big brown eyes,
thinking, "Do they have the power to hypnotize!"
They chanted a song I had never heard
but it made me start singing like a mocking bird!
My head got really heavy and started spinning.
The little fairies were mischievously grinning.
They touched sparkling wands to my head
just as Mom said, "Druzy, it's time for bed."
I frowned, as crocodile tears were falling
The fairies said, "Druzy, please stop bawling.
Come with us to Willow Wisp On High.
We have fairy dust that will make you fly."
Blythe gently blew glittery dust in my face.
I sneezed, and my pajamas turned into pink lace.
"Now you will shrink to become our size
and we'll travel on a moonbean that we crystallize."
On this magical night I saw wonders...galore!
A dragon dancing with a beautiful sprite, and more...
But I was getting sleepy as the sun began to rise
so home I flew, surrounded by golden butterflies.
December 10, 2020
Fantasy with fictional beings contest
Caren Krutsinger-Sponsor
267 word count
Categories:
blythe, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Child, naked spirit
Expelled from the Creator's
Loom, where the miracle of life
Wove your perfection
And brought you forth from
The comfort and safety of the womb
Wailing your outrage at so rough
A journey into your mother's arms
Where love and tenderness, fears
And uncertain tears
Washed away your brief reprieve
Where blythe limpidness
Enfolded you -
Grow little child of innocence
And breathe your warm and trusting breath
Upon the cold windowpane
Of life, and see the mist
That forms, and blocks
Your view
And causes you to stumble -
And when your mother's arms can no longer
Protect you
You too will bear life's pain
And know its passing delights
And passions
While your breath is warm
Against the cold windowpane
Of life.
Categories:
blythe, birth, growth, life,
Form:
Free verse
Jean, Jean wis young an' alive till Ah gied her tatties and neeps;
Noo she's bein' seek as a dug, it fairly gies me the creeps.
Bonnie Mary O' Argyle took a trip tae the Brig O' Doon,
She took a dook oaf the parapet, ended up nearly bein' drooned!
Wee sleakit, cooerin', timorous beastie, ye must think it a sin!
Aw the lassies a' ever kent, wanted tae stab me wi' a pin.
Blythe Hae a' Been on Yon Hill, where a Tippling Ballad ah Wrote;
Gude Ale Keeps the Heart Aboon, when ye drink an awfy lote.
Categories:
blythe, april, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Her brain surrounded,
mind altering chemicals,
made her life miserable.
memories crowded,
she was my identical,
only she got physical.
Take no more pills please...
Put that drink in your hand down!
Stimulated confusion.
Don't try to appease,
if you're not happy then frown,
hiding contempt illusions.
Gratification,
you instantly found your high,
drunk and falling down your stairs.
Anticipation,
kept waiting for you to fly,
pretending your debonair.
Incomplete madness,
you studied sobriety,
such wasted talented life.
Concrete sadness,
if only one memory,
my sweet sister, lonely blythe.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 22, 2016
Categories:
blythe, addiction, sister,
Form:
Sedoka
I have a favourite type of girl,
But it’s not like I am facile
Nothing wrong with preferences
I just like my girls to be gracile
Sinuous and willowy
I don’t look for a pretty face
But they should have about them
Some elegance and grace
It takes the like of Nimble Kimble
Or the lovely Lithe Blythe
The aptly named Bendy Wendy
Or Lissom Blossom to feast my eyes
Categories:
blythe, funny
Form:
Well, well, how this country's educational system,
Has gone down the path, to teaching corruption.
We base our values, "In God we trust." Really?
Letting it be correct to teach our young children, immorality'
The Children, our children, being taught that gays have a right.
It's not what God says in His teachings, it's to Him, a spiritual Blyte.
These innocents. God's children are taught against God's specific statute.
Homosexuality is an abomination, in it's premise, to the young and the astute.
Being politically correct, we follow a messed up path,
To make the Lord angry, and incur His wrath'
This nations founding fathers were in their thoughts great,
Always remembering God's blessings, and to abide by His law, to emulate.
Allowing this Blythe to corrupt His innocent children,
To teach something that brings on His indignation.
Shouldn't be allowed to touch our children's lives,
Is a crime and will not be overlooked or forgotten in God's eyes.
We as Christians, God's keeper to oversee the children, should stop and think,
By allowing this doctrine to be taught to the children really does stink.
Politicians, the law makers and academic people should take a real look.
And remember what the Lord said in your Bible, His decree His Holy Book.
What happened for us to spurn the Lord's edict?
When as Christians we idly let these rules exist.
School is for the children to learn their studies and such,
Not allowing trash to corrupt their thoughts, a mistake by all of us.
The Lord loves His children, He truly does care.
When these smutty subjects allowed by all everywhere.
His anger will be made known, at your time of judgement,
Punishing all who allow this to be taught in schools, His final punishment.
Categories:
blythe, faithchildren, god, children, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Blank face with scythe
drips sand like frozen blood
cut from my veins a tithe
for my trouble, slammed door
a choir of entreaty, all poor
like the life sap cut, a dud.
How many you demand blythe
shrugs, with a heart's thud thud
demanding youth, live lithe,
when demanded I gave galore
listing softly now, my life outpours
but your face, blank, still, no good.
Categories:
blythe, death, giving, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a new home I have found
A place where even I am renowned.
So many new friends that helped me
Know who and what I am meant to be.
Blythe, Lady,Poison, Rob, Cheri,
Mart, Striker, Charles and Ms D,
To just name a precious few
Who were able to help me through.
They helped see what was inside
All I am and all I was denied.
They all gave graciously time to me,
To talk, to learn, to see and to just be.
This new place is my new haven
It surely keeps me from the craven.
This new home is my new found joy
A place where I know no one will annoy
A place that lets me explore my desires
My new found wants and all that fires.
A place that sings to me like a song
My home is none other than Babylon
Categories:
blythe, introspection, life, people, placesme,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Bree Black bought Blythe six sets of sheets,
which Blythe soon sold to Susie Shoop.
Sheet seller Susie was so fleet.
She sold, for more, to Clista Coop.
Then choosy Susie bought brown cleats,
fine fritters, and pre-shrunk silk skirts.
Blythe blew her bounty at the mall.
Bree Black found out and was quite curt:
“Sheet slighter, Blythe, you gal with gall,
next time I’ll buy myself chic shirts.”
Date: January 14, 2020
Contest Title: Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest placed 6th (of 13)
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Date: December 24, 2020
Contest: Tongue Twister Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Sandler
Categories:
blythe, conflict, money,
Form:
Rhyme
Afraid but totally, to be unsupported,
With not posting, the poetess cavorted!
Till a blythe, joyful spirit appeared,
Allaying all those ghostly fears to disappear!
With that, she penned with saisfacction .
Not even a broken hearft, coud halt her traction!
1/4/ 2924
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Categories:
blythe, inspiration, joy, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
Our friendship is our pride,
Boundless love story,
Extraordinary rhapsody,
Metaphorically not satirically,
Chronological not nostalgically..
Our costumes consume cost...
This is not fanciful is factuality
Just like classical literature stories/movies,
So our friendship unfold ..
Not like Romeo & Juliet
Not like Trisan & Isolde
Not like " The Hunchback of Notre Dame"
They all ended in tragedy..
Our friendship story is like Eugene Wrayburn & Mortimer Lightwood from (Our Mutual Friends) by Charles Dickens..
Our friendship story is like Annehi Blythe & Leslie Moore from (Anne's House of Dreams) by L. Montgomery..
Our friendship story is like Meriadoc Brandybuck & Peregrin Took from (The Lord of the Rings) by J. R. R Tolkien.. They ended in tragicomedy
Sarcastic commentary of social circle, going garish..Companionship & garnished with reddish atmosphere..
Biblically, we unlocked mysterious events,
Ponderous wealth we desire, we set bills for the day event, our relationship is a treasured box with brilliancy and Simile..
We mollify, we obscure hatred with love, Heavens rejoice for our friendship story
vintage rectitude, hostility relinquished..
Roses elate, so we make everyday colourful
For our friendship/love lead the path to party with the Almighty...
Categories:
blythe, friendship, friendship love,
Form:
Free verse