Best Bounced Poems
Brown face is a strainer for tears
Like lace they fall poetic to all
A ribbon of red bloody fears
You still call but I no longer talk
What occurred is reality set in
I’m no longer your prisoner
No longer your passionate sin
No longer your world to live in
I see your smile and see denial
You only loved the idea of me
But not enough to make me queen
Not enough to share my dream
I wanted simple things a true embrace
Remembrance of special occasions
To be loved in a safe place
But you could never be so clever
I’d never ask you to cherry change
You are who you are even if pains
Not your fault I was so in love with love
That lightening struck out of luck
And love wasn’t enough
It’s not enough when it’s just a cliché
You cut me out like cardboard heart
For a public masquerade
You only see my figure and my face
You misread my spirit my soul my faith
You don’t see me you don’t read me
You don’t breathe me you don’t feed me
You don’t need me the same way I need you
Laara was a lady of fat, Lived in a lovely flat, She paid the valuable vat,
And over taxed by that, I met her on Monday to chat ,
I went with the head hat,
And I liked her pet pat, What did I look at?
I saw a small rat, And it was chased by a cat, which bounced on the below mat,
Dropped it's small scat, I tried to beat with the bat, But it escaped like the best brat,
And glided as a tiny gnat,
I went near her sofa and sat, And caught by her catchy tat.
His retirement the champion announced,
After he was in their fight trounced,
And like a tennis ball bounced…
On him had his challenger pounced,
His strength not letting him use an ounce,
And forcing him to hit the canvas, not once!
Soon, the press,
To painfully address,
And meekly renounce,
All that he did archly pronounce…
The cruelest punch finally goes to rest,
For being no longer The Best.
The Stumble and Rise
There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"
The ball of life bounced
Right through my window
Left the broken glass
Shattered upon my floor
And the prisms gathered light
Throwing it into my eyes
And I saw the future
For what it would really become