Best Bossed Poems
There once was a time
I called you just about every day
Years ago, that almost feel like yesterday
My friends may have thought I was a mama's boy
But that was okay
I'd call you anyway
Always interested in what you had to say
Now I ponder the time I've wasted
The hours I've lost
I guess living life has a cost
As within daily living we're tossed
Grown up problems and being bossed
Getting older
Hair turning to frost
I might call less
But you I'd never forget
Loving you is a sure bet
I know you will always listen
Whether I'm happy or upset
You're the one in my corner
When others think I'm all wet
Other's might have frilly moms
I love that you are strong
Your hugs one of my favorite things
They make me feel like I belong
So important
When sometime things go wrong
I know that you and me will always get along
So on this coming mother's day
I'll give thanks as I pray
Appreciative that you are more than okay
You are a one of a kind
My favorite
A true original
Better than Frank Sinatra
No apologies
Outrageous
Wonderful woman
Doing it your way!
I love you mom
Happy Birthday!
Categories:
bossed, mothers day,
Form:
Rhyme
Of bud bossed delicate; in its aroma much will enfold!
The turbulence of youth; also the seasoned and the old.
Tetra pedes, cross pages, sober.. in black, throughout the ages
Oh! to pass to others this understanding; and in bold.
Manifold are images, ‘thrusting now fresh into flower,
To awareness, of precious cargo; as in life’s laden bower...’
Penta metron sketch outlines, though imperfectly employed;
I reach to the stars today; as yet passes my hour!...
Translucence shows within the fading of life’s colour
As this continuing expressive awaits its turn, of another!..
My thoughts fill like pages, to blossoms in bloom
A soft falling, as petals; to your earth, my sister & brother...
To re-count of life’s possibility's... in the Rubaiyat form;
Melding its grandeur; to the bland magnitude of today’s norm!
Opening in its intricacy, the doorway to ecstasy
Playing many a cadence, relayed from its echoes borne.
Ever may its blossoms & completeness be flowering,
Entwining with the lines of the sages, to forever cling!
Refreshing the heart; perhaps a world? now tired and worn.
To a climax of prosody, does this weave of true praises sing.
© Joe Maverick.co.uk
I have added notes in the ‘To know more about this poem area’.
Categories:
bossed, beauty, dedication, urdu,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Be too kind. Err on the nice side.
Howdy-do neighbor! Smile wide.
Keep your eggs on the sunny-side.
If you run into Bonnie and Clyde?
Remember this— don’t hitch a ride!
Is your blood boiling? Are you full of pride?
Let the golden rule be your guide.
Don’t be bossed. ‘tis cyanide.
Don’t conquer and divide.
Your innocence is not implied.
Don’t soak your words in formaldehyde.
With someone else’s problems, be not preoccupied.
Be friendly and smile— your lips at high tide.
Just be too kind, my friend— err on the nice side.
10/29/2021
Categories:
bossed, nice,
Form:
Monorhyme
No, Monopoly isn't too speedy
And the deals you make often are seedy.
Common sense then, forbids
Me to teach to my kids,
But I did, and it made their dad greedy.
Now, my daughters are sweet little dears,
They're eleven and nine (in earth years).
So we sat down on stools
And I taught them the rules,
An hour later, someone was in tears.
I was mean and I pushed and I bossed,
Played to win, didn't care what it cost.
But my kids are too smart.
Despite daddy's black heart,
The next thing I new, I had lost.
So a word to the wise from a guy
Who's afternoon plans went awry:
If you can't stand to lose
To your kids, then don't chose
Monopoly, they'll see you cry!
For "Monopoly the Game of Life" contest
by Jason Talbott
Categories:
bossed, childhood, daughter, father
Form:
Limerick
Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous
Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture
Categories:
bossed, dedication, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
Free verse
Computers are around us everyday
Some help us, whilst others let us play
No matter our ages
They can put us in rages
As they carry on with their display
They have been here for many a year
Sumerian abacus, engineered
Even a textile loom
Made this business boom
Which brought us to the modern ones near
They come in all shapes and forms
In our lives, on our wrists their adorned
Even the time they can tell
From their chip like cell
When they work, it's great, they perform
So without them we'd be awfully lost
Although our tempers can become crossed
To them I'll never condemn
Terrific silicon gems
One day us humans will be bossed
Categories:
bossed, computer-internet
Form:
Limerick
On A Back Road Again
Have been on a back road again
While I cannot remember when;
God created great girl for me
And sure was such a sight to see.
Soon back road reached its end
So this letter to her will send;
Remember guitar I once had,
Lost it one day and am so sad.
Reminds me of my love I lost
Around by her was being bossed;
She never wanted to be my wife
Went out and took her own life.
How I wish it never did occur;
It was I who God made for her,
And am now unhappy every day
Now that she has passed away.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
bossed, basketball, success,
Form:
Couplet
Not to sound so personal,
so hard to speak out of frozen cold,
but from old to young-
framed to freed...
From bossed to doodled,
to cop-land inside my noodle,
call me into the brewery-
set sights on chewing me,
because time is my only eulogy,
and your prank is not doing things.
Banging isn't what's new to me,
and you are not a tool to bring,
though you're not much weight-
so I can still sing,
I am just doing things,
you keep the hate as you're schooling me,
because in one more age we will truly breathe,
...One more phone call and you are suing things-
such as a bird with ugly wings,
the earth isn't turned to the burning its leafs,
and this wage I am paid isn't buying jewelry,
like lazy Lizardry, I wiggle at the spilling of things,
eye ball when I ruin the breeze-
in the aisle with a basket and some briefs.
Categories:
bossed, confusion, cute, dance, dark,
Form:
Imagism
Land of Imagination
Sammy was a soaring bird
When he took his kite to fly
On wings that grew within his mind
He commanded all the sky
Lizzy was a lady bird
In a garden up the street
She flew from rose to scented rose
And sucked the nectar sweet
Margaret was the mistress
Of a large house by the sea
She bossed around the servants
And had cake each day for tea
Jimmy was a cowboy
He rode a painted horse
All his foes were Indians
In olden days of course
Bobby’s friends were lions
When they came around to play
They stalked the tangled garden
While seeking out their prey
Imagination is a land
Where children often roam
But later, in their little beds
They’re glad to be at home.
Categories:
bossed, fantasy, children,
Form:
Rhyme
What wet dreams come from his coffin?
Batty X-streams sent too often!
But if Musk we bossed
He’d be miffed and crossed
Which means his stiff part would soften
Chicks who've seen the beast's orange flow
Know Trump the con-fused-sex-parts bro
Has a thread sewn stitch
Which makes his tool glitch
So to Igor’s lab he should go
Categories:
bossed, abuse, political, sexy, vanity,
Form:
Limerick
Trump To God
We never did discover what will be the cost
When around for long time have been bossed
And insulted, humiliated as well as criticized
Of a bunch of ignorance this has epitomized.
Aren't we supposed to be setting an example?
Instead of on others always trying to trample
And cowardice display abundant corpulence
Or building walls that will serve as a fence.
Fence ourselves in are not supposed to do
When wide open spaces and sky virulent blue
Are some of the things that God was making
Grand Canyon and Yellowstone all breath-taking.
In Yellowstone often appear many bubbles
God did not intend to cause any troubles
Of crop He constantly gave us His cream
Bubble openings were for blowing off steam.
Do steam blowing in a constructive fashion
Instead of around in circles madly dashing
Trump to God should always offer his soul
Each time he does or starts losing control.
James Eye Blinking Thinking Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
bossed, allegory, analogy, appreciation,
Form:
Couplet
As a young teen,
she never liked parrots and bosses
Nah, never liked them at all
A parrot is always telling on you,
and a boss be always ordering you what to do
Rebellious hearts don't like none of that,
and she was a born rebel ... had a lot of sass
Young thing was a fire starter first class
Learned early on to keep the sibling parrots
in their cage
Learned it was best to throw a few crackers
their way
Free munchers usually won't
have anything bad to say
Handling a boss was an entirely different matter,
grown ups tend not to be moved by a lot of idle chatter
She figured you gotta use a little teenage finesse;
get a boss eating out of your hand,
and time will do the rest
Tell the boss how good they look and rule,
tip the boss off ... tell 'em Timmy and Jill
love to work longer hours after school
Her work for today is done,
the boss's trust is now won
Easy, peasy work
is how a teenager likes to get paid
Punching your own clock ...
that's when you really got it made
Now, about those parrots that are always chirping,
snitching on you
Telling mama and daddy everything you do
First give them parrots a hungry cat glare,
then watch them get the glassy-eye scared stare
Kid fear makes them wanna poop in the bedroom chair
Next, a simple stick pad sign saying, Repeat nothing,
this should do the trick
Because being bossed by younger kids
just makes this teenager sick
She's got the perfect plan for those parrots and bosses,
the best gamers always got the most wins over losses
Categories:
bossed, fun, humor, parody, teen,
Form:
Light Verse
The Rugby World Cup Sevens girls
Made Marmite ladies lose their curls
Vegemite bossed
So England lost
Australia went home with the pearls
Categories:
bossed, sports,
Form:
Limerick
Dear Davey, my darling, my bright pirate boy
Your lips are the prize in the night of my joy
Your eyes can erase me or teach me the cure
Of how you can face me by all you endure
Your sigh is the sign of a man who is lost
A why on the line of a ban that you crossed
The cry of goodbye is the fear that you face
A try to get by with a beer you displace
Your math is confused by the lies in your good
The path you abused by the why’s in your should
The man in your head is the boy in your heart
Who flies on ahead for the joy on his part
The stop what you do is the pause that you need
The matter of two is the cause you should heed
Your joy is undone by the impulse to cheat
By raising your pulse for the sake of your beat
The glad if you could is the act you withstood
The had you been good for the fact that you should
The ship that you bossed with our dime in the bank
Is something you lost in the time that it sank
The romance we shared is the one that you sought
The dance that we dared for the fun that is not
The flip in our fortune was done by your hand
The dip in our portion you won for the band
Dear Davey, my dear one, my pride and my joy
The thrill of your lip is the side you employ
The hill we must climb is no tall mountain peak
But merely a time to be all that you seek
The strength you must find is the will to be true
The length of your life on a hill just for you
The tally you score is the streak you begin
By which you may soar to the peak of a win
To do what you can is fulfilling and right
To prove you're a man who is willing to fight
The courage to care is the best way to find
The urge that is there to be honest and kind
The values we choose are the dues of success
The virtues we use in the blues we address
Your love is the news that will lead me to find
The load that I lose when I need to unwind
How long I have waited for someone like you
And yet I was dated by men who withdrew
The lady you mated is now in control
By how she has gated the heart that is full
Dear Davey, my pirate, my sweet honeycake
Your love in my life is no feat of mistake
Your lip is my trip on an ocean of blue
The reason I flip with emotion for you.
Categories:
bossed, beautiful, emotions, inspirational love,
Form:
Epic
I took something just the other day,
It use to belong to me,but I lost it along the way.
Being told what to do every minute all the time,
Having to release my frustration only in rhyme.
Well I got tired,tired of being bossed around,
Started speaking out in my little town.
No money to live while the rich get richer,
Sitting quiet while the poor get poorer.
Need my freedom just to move about,
Need freedom to speak if only to shout.
More restrictions put on us every day,
I got my life back,I took it today.
It's mine again,again I can give,
It's mine again,I can finally live.
Categories:
bossed, depression, hope, life, people,
Form:
Rhyme