Best Bouncing Poems
viscera wound tighter
than the tightest rubber ball
never mind bouncing off the walls
guts like a pinball machine
an arcade between the ears
with tilt alarms screaming
02.10.19
For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Categories:
bouncing, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
The voice inside me writes,
Every dawn with no reason nor cause,
Just wandering those hands down the page painted white,
Singing the chorus of words, with no pause.
Every morning with no reason nor cause,
When inspiration weaves like a thread into my brain,
Singing the chorus of words, with no pause,
I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein.
When inspiration weaves like a thread to my brain,
My feelings are painted on an uneven page,
I feel the rhythm of those bouncing words through my vein
I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage.
My feelings are painted on an uneven page,
With an unsteady hand on uneven line,
I connect my heart and brain to my feelings with no pain nor rage,
Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design.
With an unsteady hand on uneven line,
Just wandering those hands down the page painted white,
Writing scrolls of would be wonders of my own design.
The voice inside me writes.
Categories:
bouncing, 9th grade, poems,
Form:
Pantoum
Bouncing up with gratitude
my heart leaps midst jubilant beat
rising to praise God* for His blessings
overtaking me this New Year.
Propelled by the Holy Ghost
my faith strides steadfastly
ascending along trust’s push
to triumph midst obstacles.
Advancing the Saviour’s kingdom
my spirit promotes righteousness
surmounting hatred with His forgiveness
gripped by love’s transforming drive.
Plunging in prayer to overcome gripping selfishness
my soul serves the Lord with His might
reaching-out to others in compassion
lifting the needy, propped by care’s zest.
Vanquishing skeptic doubts
my mind hurls negative thoughts
to prevail through Scriptures’ assurance
and zoom toward worship bliss.
Empowered by Christ Who leads
my life accelerates in His control
since He upholds me by His grace
hoisting me from sin-downfall.
*Psalm 86:12 I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore.
January 3, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Jump" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 1/24/2020.
Categories:
bouncing, appreciation, blessing, christian, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Bouncing Square Balloons
Bouncing square balloons
Rectangular falls spools bounce
Play catch you and I
10/11/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
bouncing, celebration, childhood, preschool,
Form:
Haiku
A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round and affectionately kickable.
Somehow I have always known I am one. After all one doesn't become a ball overnight. It's a slow process. To start with, you pull your knees up, real close to your chest, and you start practicing. The walls however weren't very co-operative. They complained that my form was not completely round, some thing walls hate. A wall doesn't like objects with an edge, that's hurtful, it can bruise.
Therefore, my next mission, was to curve my spine so that my chin touched my breast bone. But still the walls complained, this time telling me that with my flailing twitching arms, I resembled an M&M from the TV commercial. That was a hateful remark, because these things look ridiculously unlike me. My globule-like ball will be the most huggable and innocent ball you've ever seen.
With a little torch I modified my arms in such a way that they neatly folded around myself, and finally I had become the perfectly round form the whole world already knew that I was.
Today I am your bouncing ball. The men in white clothes with their syringes and multi-coloured pills, have said so. The men honour me by kicking me around, and the walls finally stopped complaining. I am ricocheting and rebounding whilst I rejoice.
Everyone is happy now.
***
May 2, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
bouncing, allegory, analogy, satire, self,
Form:
Narrative
Yes, I'm bouncing back from a state of sadness and gloom.
I can't allow this sad state of mind to linger and loom.
No one, especially a kid like me, should be made to feel this way.
I'm very unhappy because I am bullied almost every day.
I've decided I'm bouncing back to the good old days when my life was full of nothing
but lots of fun.
So, those of you who've been bullying me on line and at school, got a news flash for you,
I'm bouncing back! The days of you bullying me are over and done.
Better yet, though it may not be easy at first, you might try real hard ending you bullying
ways. Why not switch to a more harmonious track.
Because lots of kids I know who have been bullied, just like me, are real quickly going to
start bouncing back!
Al Johnson
Categories:
bouncing, anti bullying, bullying, children,
Form:
Rhyme
I'll be a poet.
Words will flow from heart to pad.
I'll write through times good
And, with God's hand, through times bad.
I'll have a ball...I know it!
by Cherie Durbin
Categories:
bouncing, on writing and words
Form:
Tanka
Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son
Bouncing boy is baby joy.
Enchanting sky-blue eyes,
Adored so by my heart.
Undoes me when he cries.
Tiny toes and fingers start
Internal loving sighs.
Fascinated when his lips part,
Uttering endless, "oh my's",
Loving him, knows no "why's."
Categories:
bouncing, baby, beautiful, beauty, boy,
Form:
Acrostic
Bouncing on my grandma's knee.
A pirate on a boat at sea.
A monkey swinging from a tree.
Laughing with grandma and me.
(Chorus)
Up and down
Round and round
Riding on a
Merry go round
Bouncing on my grandma's knee.
Buzzing like a busy bee.
Sweeter than the sweetest pea.
Grandpa's waiting next for me.
(chorus)
Up and down
Round and round
Riding on a
Merry go round
3/27/2023
note: any name can be substituted
for grandma and grandpa
Categories:
bouncing, baby, song,
Form:
Lyric
Sex was why I left the homely coop,
lack of it to tell the truth.
And when I got into my flat, with every
girl I hung my hat.
Thank you mam and wham bam bam,
at last my life, was full of jam.
To wake up with a damsel’s cheer,
convinced my friends I was not *****.
So I could walk, and play the ball, and in
my arms, more gals would fall.
With bouncing boobs and butts like jelly,
I had no time to watch the telly.
Sighs and butts and boobs and squeals,
Now I know how heaven feels.
But in my lust I ne’er forgot; the coop
and mum and dad I got.
Categories:
bouncing, humor, youth, mum,
Form:
Couplet
The bouncing water!
Falling from the height where,
Stream meets river.
Categories:
bouncing, nature,
Form:
Haiku
At times I, like a butterfly,
May flit from bloom to bloom,
Or with my whimsy set sky-high
To outer space may zoom.
And yet, when all’s been said and done,
I follow what my fate has spun—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
A Muse impels me on a spree
Of whirling swirling craft
Where poems must not mean but be…
Until I’m going daft.
But words, albeit finely wrought,
Can only catch a passing thought—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
When my reality looks pale
I frolic in a theme
From vivid myth, folklore or tale,
Where dreams are what they seem.
And there where’er I romp and roam
I always feel a welcome home—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
I’ve often fallen to the ground
And picked myself back up.
I’ve hungered for a loving touch
And sipped from passion’s cup.
My longings, cravings ruled my will;
Still never could I drink my fill—
For some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
A life led wrong, though full of song,
Will cause us to regret,
When pondering the winters long,
Our faults we can’t forget.
And then we’re washed in bitter tears
For senseless youth and wasted years—
As some may strive and ne’er succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
I said I want to live before
I die, in villanelle,
To learn where lies true wisdom’s door
And shun the gates to hell.
Yes, wayward ways can still begin
To seek and find the Way within—
For some may strive and not succeed,
While others simply do the deed.
– Harley White (July 4, 2014)
Categories:
bouncing, art, beauty, change, dream,
Form:
Ballad
Hallelujah I'm a-shouting, listen up you all
Government's sending me money, even though small
A major blunder
What happened I wonder
Not complaining, just can't stop bouncing off the wall
Categories:
bouncing,
Form:
Limerick
Bouncing back, I’m
brought from
boastfulness’
break-down…
...braced up
by God, the life-Builder
blessed with His bounty,
bidden to
brighten others with His
beauty’s* bliss.
*Psalm 90:17 And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us…
May 9, 2019
6th place, "Dial It Back" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy; judged on 6/5/2019.
Categories:
bouncing, appreciation, beauty, blessing, christian,
Form:
Alliteration
Sometimes when you hit the hard rock
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You must bounce back
Never leave without a tough fight
That’s the correct thing to do. That’s right
Always remain calm, positive, valiant and defiant
The sun, moon and earth are incredibly resilient
Never stop fighting until the last breath
Eat and drink well and protect your health
Your heart is beating for a good reason
Regardless, please enjoy the new season
Do not give up and never stop living
Keep on fighting; the sun is still shining
Many times when you hit the hard rock
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You must bounce back
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Categories:
bouncing, africa, allegory, america, anti
Form:
Rhyme