Best Bricks Poems
He is "half a bubble off of centre"
More than "A few bricks short of a load"
He is not a Prince worth kissing
He is more of an ugly toad.
Some think he is "Rock Solid"
A veritable "Mountain of a man"
Instead he's a snake Replacing a ladder
Nothing but a "flash in the pan"
You'll have to "hit the nail on the head"
For "he's not the sharpest tack in the box"
If you don't want this jerk to catch you
I recommend "pulling up your socks
If you think I was "born yesterday"
Or "I've got nothing to lose"
Instead of "Drinking the koolaide"
You musta been guzzlin the booze
For I am "the man of your dreams"
Look my way I'm "Love at first sight"
Forget that other "good for nuttin" fella
I'll "rock your world" "forever, a day and a night!"
“Do you like him?” She glances at the boy across the room with her lips curling into a small smile. The boy who managed to trigger her attention. But that smile of her, there’s something about that smile. It’s sincere yet it’s somehow sad. It’s broken and wrecked. Just like her heart.
“I don’t know. I’m confused.” She sighs to herself and looks away from those pair of dark black eyes hidden beneath his glasses.
She is torn between her past and the present. A part of her wants to embrace love while another part of her keeps pulling her back, reminding how love hurts her back then. She is constantly reminded of what someone did to her that molds the woman she is today.
“Find the answer yourself.” With a gentle shake of her head, she looks at her friend and smiles.
“Well then, I do not like him” and just like that she continues putting up the bricks to the wall she has been building for a while. A wall she came up with when she was left broken and hurt. It was almost complete so she decided to continue putting up the concrete walls.
Just like that, she pushes love away from her wrecked wounded heart. She needs time, more time to heal before choosing to open again.
via 2 AM thoughts.
Most go into a relationship protecting and guarding their heart
I do the opposite, mine is open wide right from the start
Others have built bricks around theirs, that have to be torn down
I slowly put up a layer each time a hurt makes me frown
With each rejection, disappointment, another layer gets laid
It's beyond my control, swish, swish goes the spade
Unkind words, untruths, the layer of bricks climb higher
Until my heart is safely buried away from the crossfire
Now protected by the bricks, I become emotionally detached
Only now able to see why we were inevitably mismatched
People love in different ways and have different needs
Next time I'll find a matching heart, before I plant my seeds
In time, the bricks surrounding my heart will turn to clay
Then dissolve into dust, for I'm too optimistic to live in dismay
The dust will be eventually blown away by someone with a open heart
And thus be the reason why every other relationship has fallen apart
Six Feet = Three Bricks
Written: by Tom Wright
2/20/03
On winters night our mom would coddle,
keeping moppets warm was quite a trick.
Two feet always got the hot water bottle,
while the other six feet got heated bricks.
Heated and sheathed before finding beds,
neath quilts, that seemed in weight, tons.
With nothing protruding save burr heads,
too young to recognize we were lucky ones.
are eagle things
it was noticed
that she didn't take a fall...
the wings in her back
were really God's call
" I was walking
in a very green field
when I saw a bald eagle
who presented a shield...
the lines were fine
and behind them revealed
a blanket of stars
and a riddle of sorts...
it started my heart
so without delay
I seized the day
and found a path
through art "
72 stones on the front
they counted
but around the square circle
are three unmounted
sides...
the eagle offered rides
so I took a quick stair
and circled 9 times
adding feathers to my hair
the count is 12 days
and a 13th layer
but only One God
who called them all hOurs
the eagle nodded
and then she said 'stars'...
feathers
32+33+9 = 74
bricks
72 x 4 = 288 x 74 = 21312 'bacab'
2880 can be minutes in two days
288 can be hours in 12 days
so 21312 / 12 = 1776 / 2 = 888
Higher and higher,
brick by brick.
Snapped together
makes them stick.
Green on the bottom
then blue, then red.
Add one more block,
take it down instead.
Maybe a white one,
or maybe a black.
Who knows how high
I can make them stack?
When I am done,
I will let you know.
So, just let me play
with my Lego.
When people love to criticize
Please do not stay there long
Quit that spot by being wise
Or else you may prove wrong
When your efforts are not lauded
Instead when they are attacked
Then, only agonies get added
Happiness can never be tracked
When only criticisms badly flow
And terrific opposition is there
To smartly exit, you must know
Or else you will suffer, dear sir
When too many rules are quoted
With really no good intention at all
Your original talent gets cremated
Then in a deadly trap, you just fall
Never give serious attention to that
Where your genius is easily buried
In case you love to develop regret
Listen to the discouraging deed.
Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between.
A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene,
erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready.
Each dot and line progression is sure and steady.
Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding
With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning,
with optimism, sharing in God's dream design.
Adversity shapes us to strive rather than repine.
God's will is a bunker, so every lesson is a brick
His word is final, and the walls of the friary are thick
Our foundation is the cornerstone of our existence
Lord God, the ruler of men, smooths the essence.
I savor being amazed; trust my full autonomy.
A heart full of hope gives way to honesty.
It's optimistic, soul-strengthening, and simple.
We stir up lies, and our ignorance is sinful.
Our love shrinks our hatred with each pulse.
It's tough to stay aside; must veins convulse?
I'm not sure what they'll do if we meet to shine.
Our passion for each other will be closer to fine.
Written: February 16, 2023
Closer To Fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Brick by brick, I built this home,
each piece with purpose, in which it owns.
It was the hardest task I ever did face,
As I made sure everything was in its right place.
Yet, suddenly, my house collapsed, tumbling to the ground.
My heart started drumming, I felt every pound.
Confused by the aftermath, and all the destruction in sight,
what caused this to happen, I pondered through the night?
Was it the weight of my burdens too heavy to bear?
Or the cracks in my foundation, too deep to repair?
I stood amidst the rubble, feeling lost and alone,
wondering how to rebuild what was once my home.
But as I sifted through debris, a realization grew
that sometimes I must let go and build something new.
Through destruction, there lies something beautiful underneath,
just believe in yourself and let your heart guide your feet.
Remembering that sometimes good things rest in a pit
and faith holds the purpose that mortars each brick.
Rise high you tumbling bricks!
Consider exchanging
your scared squawks
for a few more plummeting
security stocks
City beware
of stealthy schemes
while chasing virtual creatures
in your local county park
for free
You never know
in "reality"
when truth might pierce
chilly hearts
once crocked eyes clear
Seeking top credit card scores...
dreading next month's
bank notices
Why not use them
to cleanse your
glossy green
Caddy coupe?
Swallow some pills for those annual chills
Dismiss being still as you strain in vain
while attempting to claim
faux success
Common sense...
Where has it flown?
Will it soar North again?
A barren paradise
Paper parachutes
Bleed, I before we
Except after deaths
String of light suctions
Screams captioned
Vocalizing muffles
Fleas flee
Parasites sight
Leaches beseech
Conventions plateau
Wonted into winter
Inept untaught cling
Polluting prospects
Tasting achilles
Oxidizing tongues
Clip urinating lips
Pressurizing knuckles
To freeze ends mean
Of inks soap
Washing pluto pores
Till burning gain
Is nothing lost
Samold verse
An inkling fresh
What's left to not do?
Peddle soup cans?
Underline oddities?
Misspell mutiny?
Lying in a sensible
Juxtaposition
A fruitful prison
A BUTTERFLY BLOWING BUBBLES
I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I left with but bubbles that burst to confess
First I was cursed when the last bubble burst
A rainbow reflecting orb that orbited a galaxy of glory
But bubbles burst as was well rehearsed
And alas a lady’s allegiance became all but an allegory
The bubbles were the lady’s biblical sign of sorrow
A parable comparable to pain
The butterfly net an ineffective trap untamed by tomorrow
Because bubbles don’t fare well in the rain
That rain was a metaphor for a meteor shower
The sky’s tale told by tempestuousness and temptation
A symbol of sordidness and a parable of power
A fable able to create total alienation
Damn girl
The consequence of your comeuppance screwed things up completely
Not to mention quite indiscreetly
You messed things up in a major way
By a means of misery only the heartless may
You turned beautiful bubbles into beleaguering bricks
With flagrantly fragrant candles missing their wicks
You burst my bubble of beauty by begetting the misbegotten
And now you and those burst bubbles may never be forgotten
Because damn girl………..
You really and royally screwed things up
So excuse me as I try catching bubbles in a half-empty cup
© 2012…PHREEPOETREE ..~free cee!~
The truth about children,
They’re tiny sparks that glow in the dark,
They're embers that warm the space,
They're treasures on an abandoned island,
They're vessels of a worthy cause,
They add colours to a gloomy day,
Their silly acts cast a shadow on a bright day,
Reassembling my childhood,
Fixing the lost pieces,
Straightening the contoured lines,
Bringing back childhood memories,
Admonishing, instructing and teaching,
Letting them know,
First, friends are sculptors and masons,
Secondly, they’re painters and carpenters,
What view of you do they have in mind?
What substance do they
intend to make of you?
These speak volumes of their craftsmanship,
These tell of the motive behind their labours.
April 20, 2022.
Sand water air natural parts of the earth,
making homes and many giving birth,
evolving rapidly over the years,
noticing the worlds new lethal tears,
in the sky new things would fly,
using computers to help us get by,
extinction could be a new revelation,
through out our dirty rotten nation,
give some time and help conservation,
green leaves that wont grow black will flow,
living and breathing the last we'll blow,
treasure what we have before its gone,
we don't want to look back destruction is upon,
in museums can only be seen,
the life that should have been,
only in past memories or old fables,
the world we no as historic tables,
stop your actions and learn to preserve,
the life and living we deserve,
any organism worthy of consistence,
mothers all in the whole existence,
if no respect we have to reject,
to the electric chair we have to inject,
fallen from our dying space,
whirled away like a beautiful face.
The Lights Reflects my Best Intentions
But Even I Don't Know What's Best Anymore
I Once Tried My Hand at Construction
Constructing a Place Where I Belong
Where I Can Fit
But Even I Can't Lift These Bricks Anymore
I Scream at my Default Setting
LIVE, LAUGH, CRY, SMILE
.......nothing..........
I Try Not To Always Write So Darkly
But Soon Everyday at Half Five I'll Be Surrounded By It
I Walk Through History in a City That Knows Too Much
"You've Taken Something from Me, You've Taken My Light"
Can I Run Again?
Because I Feel Like I've been Running My Whole Damned Life