Best Bottom Poems
Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?
—Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest 2006
ALONE IN GLASS BOTTOM
Alone in glass bottom,
with plankton underneath -
boat’s in midriff of sea.
I’ve plenty of water.
Sink or swim - am I free?
Alone in glass bottom
Should I write a message?
Bottle it up or send…?
Could be my last chance to
navigate and defend.
Alone in glass bottom
Should I fish for a shark
and devour great white fin -
drive it deep in my heart?
Would that too be a sin?
Alone in glass bottom
swirling last gulp of rum,
the famous Davy Jones
frees the gold…and I grieve,
as the deep binds my bones.
4/6/2022
Contest: Form M - Monchielle
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Ocean/Sea
RhymeZone and HowManySyllables.
The ruffle of fleece at her neck
makes her feel manufactured, not born—
brushstrokes of windswept wool,
all soft edges and curves
the color of old milk.
Her lips were no artist's accident,
nor the smirk as she lurks
in the corner more knowing
than any ewe usually dares.
Coy smile, a pearled necklace
of fur and her hind-end musk—
drew the brown ram sniffing
while a dirt-faced ex-love nearby
chews through the cud to find
whatever’s left of her.
Closer to the cliff than either,
she teeters, grazing weeds
like the dutiful daughter of lamb stew,
like she doesn’t know the cost
of this life: skin blistered by sun,
meat slow roasted to melt
on the tongue, bones cracked
for their marrow, dreams curdled
and spun into the itchy arms
of some strayed-from-the-flock husband,
all too eager to forget
the warmth of her body.
But Clover knows better.
Knows that sheep go one of two ways—
a fireside comfort or the fire itself.
Knows the herd will go
where they are led,
always too late to see
the teeth of the cliff.
She stands alone,
the day's last shadows
pooling at her feet
masticating through daisies
and regrets. And then she leaps
toward the yellowing horizon
gathering salt-wind in her wool
along with the cliff-kissed breeze
of freedom that promises nothing
but the opposite direction.
He made me ponder my greatest fear
not ghosts nor goblins grinning ear to ear
The one that I really fear most
is the one peering back from the mirror
Is he real or will he just disappear
Will anyone remember he was ever here
That person I present
the one white washed and sanitized
representing the best of me
So I become a dim copy rationalized
Manicured, self fantasized
Will my true self ever be realized
Or am I destined to be compartmentalized
packaged pretty, thoughts pasteurized
Does anyone else worry
what others might discover
A mother wife sister or brother
The dark thoughts that make us shudder
that choke the brain and threaten to smother
If they could see inside would they run for cover
So we protect them and ourselves
keep bits hidden away on shelves
Screaming for release but afraid
what might happen if someone tells
We ain't always pretty, stagnant water smells
Instead bang the gong and ring the bells
If it's inside release it with yells
What will happen if we face our thoughts
Is it really us maybe it's not
Are we just scared boys and girls tied in knots
Trying to push it all down deeper
that stuff we've been taught
Take aim, release those expectations
another life can't be bought
Make the best of the one you've got!
For "What you Fear Most" contest.
I was told rock bottom is a sad place,
a land full of misery and disgrace.
Rock bottom wasn’t bad at all,
I had quite a joyful ride taking that fall.
Lessons were learned in that enchanting city.
It taught me how to be grateful and not to wallow in self pity.
Everyone should visit Rock Bottom once or twice.
It is a great reminder of how amazing it is to be alive.
The most dazzling sight can be found at Rock Bottom’s pit,
just tilt your head up and you can see it.
A beacon of light that will sting your eyes,
rainbows that magically crystallize.
So, If you ever find yourself hitting Rock Bottom,
take heed that this is not an unfix-able problem.
Do not let yourself become distraught,
observe the lessons that will be taught.
Learn from them and let yourself grow,
to that beacon of light with the magnetic glow.
At bottom of a glass of wine, finds truth
If he has a second, becomes uncouth,
If he has a third, he spits as he talks
Finally by 4th he wobbles as walks,
By the fifth can hardly stand, it’s his call
Just a drop left, let me finish it all,
The whore that is with him is just as bad,
Why do this, are they both insane, quite mad,
He has hit rock bottom, where to from now,
He feels himself slipping, and wipes his brow.
Submitting: To contest " Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest"
Sponsor : Janice Canerdy
Date: 10/04/2021
A million dollars couldn't save my soul.
My life is out of control.
I'm searching for your healing, begging for salvation.
Gathering up my rubble to build a new foundation.
I have faith and I have strength but I still don't know if I have what it takes.
I'm stumbling through life, constantly haunted by my past mistakes.
My soul is a prisoner locked in an empty cage, often visitited by torment and rage.
Lord I know you hear my cries, see the desperation in my eyes.
The world has warped and transformed me into someone I don't recognize.
So much hate and suffering all around, joy and peace are seldom found.
I try to seek you everyday but somehow I'm always led astray.
Take me as I am, help me to understand.
Everything is possible through you I know, there's nothing I will face that I can't get through.
When I'm deep in the darkness and I can't find the light, I need you to help me shine bright. I become overwhelmed with anger and fright. I feel so alone and often give in, to my shallow self that never can win. I make bad decisions and indulge in my sin.
Take over my life and be my guide, I will no longer cower and hide.
I'm asking you to lead the way, all my trust is in you. My heart is yours broken, scarred, and pure. I have a sickness only you can cure.
I'm nothing without you, I haven't got a clue. I don't want a choice, you are my voice.
There is a bottom that is past what we thought we knew.
The sub-floors are there for false safety and reason, too.
When we get to the dirt under all the lies
and find the reasons we want to stay alive,
we are prepared to give it up and live instead of die.
The dirt we find on the floor of our bottom
is where the desires reside that have become our problem.
We made the bed and messed it up.
We tended to avert and try to give up.
Until we see the dirt below
we won't be able to reach up and let all else go.
To be on this side of the dirt and thankful for every day
is an amazing feeling knowing we are going to be okay.
God puts an exit at every choice we make.
A cross-roads of decisions that rock us like an earthquake.
When we finally see our lives are unmanageable...
that we can't do this on our own...
give it to Him and watch the change unfold.
Those chains that held us down
are now the essence of our God-given crown.
He melted, molded, and cleaned it all up.
He placed it upon our heads to show us our inheritance.
We will grow, live, love, and hurt.
All of this and we will, one day, become as the dirt.
No more pain,
no more suffering,
no more confusion,
because it'll be time for us to get to extend our wings.
A friend of a friend is never a friend,
Enemies seem to follow you,
down that dead end.
What’s real?
Love is never pretend,
Well…..love used to be real before text and send.
Love is lust and lust is….trust.
Trust is just love without the fights and fuss.
Is that real? Depends on who’s asking?
Who’s want love without the passion?
Imagine if love left trust at the alter?
Left love without a father,
And never was there to teach them trust?
Then it’s tough luck,
Dawn to dawn, dusk to dusk.
Without a meaning,
Caught inside a constant state asking what?
I thought you knew?
True happiness is attainable for everyone
It's just a matter of mind over matter
It's quite simple when you think about it
A positive approach to life makes all the difference
Turns grey skies to blue
Turns a sad day into a happy one
It certainly doesn't take much effort
Just a positive upbeat attitude
Life doesn't need to be that complicated
It's how we approach it
Of course if you wake up with a frown on your face
It's sets the mood for the whole day
Greet the morning with a great big smile
And sing a happy tune, it'll set the tone for the whole day
It may seem just too simple at first
But the more you do it, the more comfortable you are
You won't be able to wipe the smile from your face
People will think you just inherited a million dollars
Sadly, I can't always follow my own advice
But I'm successful most of the time
BOTTOM LINE... THINK HAPPY
There are Fairies at the bottom of my garden
And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
Their favourite dance appears to be the Salsa
They do it with such style and aplomb
Much better than last week when they were jivin’
It appeared they’d hit the garden with a bomb
So I do believe in Fairies, ‘cos I’ve seen them
And every night I watch them, in a trance
They are graceful and delightful and enchanting
“Oi, Tinkerbell, get off my bloody plants”
© John W Fenn 14-07-2009
You keep my heart beating and my life afloat,
You teach me what real love is all about.
You holding me means more than you know,
You help me to forget lifes daily blow.
Your kisses are as warm as your loving touch,
Your words of kindness means so very much.
You give me encouragement and the will to go on,
You make me feel as though I truley belong.
You make me feel things like I've never felt,
You've shown me real love does not in fact melt.
You hold my hand as we walk though life,
You vanish all pain that cuts like a knife.
You help me smile through all that is bad,
You make me see life is too short to stay mad.
You help me to dream as I lay in your arms,
You make me greatful for all of your charms.
You make me see sunshine instead of the rain,
You teach me that love is part of lifes chain.
You make me laugh and help me smile,
You've convinced me your here for awhile.
I love you dear Jon, I need to finally say,
Thank you for seeing through each and every day.
A child is born in the heart of Biafra
in the midst of a war-torn, hungry, and poor world.
A difficult existence and a heartless fate
even just getting through the gruel every day is a struggle.
Their frail, little frame
without anything to eat and nowhere to sleep.
Once brilliant eyes that are now dull and depressing.
They cry as they experience the anguish
Their innocence was taken away
their youth was snatched
forced to continue and to mature too quickly.
There is no time to fantasize or play.
In such a harsh environment, it's just endless toil
They are responsible for the failure of the system
Where venomous corruption and greed have taken hold
They live in a world that ignores their predicament
and abandons them to endure their suffering in the pitch-black night.
The suffering kid of Biafra
Their anguish was in vain, and their pleas went unnoticed.
A fact that cannot be denied.
Their suffering is genuine, and the future is uncertain
Therefore, let's remember the Biafran child.
Because of their genuine struggle and excruciating anguish.
May we cooperate to provide them with relief,
Additionally, give them a chance to live a life based on faith.
Resentment,
rising into a spore,
of keep-forever
bitterness,
bars peace of
yesterday, today
tomorrow.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 26, 2013
Inspired by- Ten Apples Up On top
Ten pounds, ten pounds, on my bottom!
Good grief, good grief!, How fast I got'em!
I must, I must! Lose this weight!
Or soon obesity will be my fate!
One pound, one pound! I'll start real slow..
One pound gone, nine more to go!
Two pounds, Two pounds! I'm on a roll!
To look like Twiggy is my goal!
Three pounds, Three pounds! Not so bad!
But oh those doughnuts make me sad!
Four pounds, four pounds! I can do it!
This pound was tough, I almost blew it!
Five pounds, five pounds, half way there!
No more elevators, take the stair!
Six pounds, six pounds! Its going slow!
No more cookies? Another terrible blow!
Seven pounds, And then big number eight!
Beginning to think cucumbers are just great!
Nine pounds , nine pounds ! Took forever!
Not going through this again, Never, Never!
Ten pounds lost at last! But not fair, not fair!
Why doI still look like a giant pear!