Best Buildup Poems
This year more than ever
I long to surpass myself
The clock is ticking
No longer can I recklessly
Take the gift of time for granted
I dream this year more than ever
To give wings to my muse
Release the buildup
Of pent-up energy
And let her loose
Free reins
With canvases and color
I dream of releasing
The artist in me before
She sleeps her life away
This year more than ever I dream
To dress in artist garb and
Wear purple feather in my hat
More than a wannabe renaissance groupie
Parade down the streets of Paris
Break bread with starving artists of the day
Be it as it may crossing lines of time
Hang out with the likes of Leonardo
Rembrandt Picasso and Sartre
Artists and philosophers alike
While away the hours in bistros
Pen in hand living on coffee and croissants
Hang out in bakeries while kindred spirits
Sit to chat about their latest works and passion
This year I dream of making each day count
Remembering time can seem both infinite
While being abruptly finite
Published in my photo/poetry book ~NEW YEAR~ 2019
AP: 2nd place 2021
POTD December 19, 2019
Submitted on December 17, 2019 for contest NEW YEAR DREAMS sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
buildup, art, color, fantasy, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
Categories:
buildup, fear, feelings,
Form:
Narrative
To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.
Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful eye alters circumstance.
Notice head and heart, stand apart,
misaligned from the pulse of love,
so simply tightening soul’s strings,
they begin to act hand in glove.
Choosing consciousness correction,
fixating on God our focus,
shifts life’s course and our direction,
flowing along the love locus.
Tension buildup can be useful,
if employed for a higher cause,
which reworded simply requires,
putting flow of desires on pause.
Desires exhumed, our thoughts too cease,
then ego dies, since it’s unfed,
whereupon we flow like the breeze,
love energised, by bliss beats led.
Categories:
buildup, spiritual,
Form:
Quatrain
Reminiscent of the America I Knew
Seventy years have come and gone as though
it was a watch in the night,
and if we would choose to turn back the clock
we can’t even if we tried with all of our might.
I was born right after WWII ended
in a time of buildup in our now and forever changed land,
but it was a short lived peace with hope and dreams that
would soon be dashed as we entered another war because of aggression in Korea’s land.
I remember I was a small girl as I read on daddy’s newspaper the big headlines
stating the Korean War has ended it was posted on the front page,
though I didn’t realize all of the implications behind that statement
I must have known that my daddy in this war at least would not be engaged.
There were soft summer nights of neighborhood fun as we kids
would play night games till about 10 p.m.,
we would run home and get washed up and into our beds
and then after being rested up and we would start it all over again.
It was a time when radio and television were fun and all would be listening and watching Father’s Knows Best and Let it to Beaver because they were sweet and clean,
and not having to worry about language that was not suitable and sex outside
of marriage and trying to keep it all safe for your children in decency.
The children did a lot of fun things then, climbing trees, hopscotch, Red Rover
and marbles just to name a few,
the boys playing cowboys and Indians, baseball, basketball
and bb guns providing they didn’t aim them at you.
In those gentler times, women and girls were safe
within their own public or private restrooms,
because the men and boys for the most part knew their limits
and respected them as part of their early manhood grooming.
Families in those days had a father and a mother who instilled decency
into the hearts of their child,
and only a few in my classes at school back then
had ever chosen to run wild.
So what am I trying to say in this poem
that I feel needs to so badly to be said,
America, America how far you have strayed and fallen and the light
you once had has gone out and now simply put, it appears to be dead.
Written by:
Marilyn S. Jennings
May 2, 2016
Categories:
buildup, growing up, remember,
Form:
Free verse
Some people like to live on the edge or hang on a ledge. Not me.
I'm just Daniel, a trailblazer forging ahead, making a pathway for others.
In the process, I have no shortest of respect for God's great creation.
I set foot on a wilderness from the warm Atlantic to the cold Pacific,
and spent a lifetime trapping, fishing, hunting, and heading wagon trains.
Earthquake Susan's quiet and sleepy today, not likely to quake, shake, or tremor. Volcano Sam has started emitting smoke, but maybe he won't blow his top today. Unlike a Hurricane Helen roaring across the Caribean on a course with measurable data, Sam's under a lot of pressure and he's always filled with suspense and unpredictabilities.
In mid-winter when it's quiet with lots of snow, I can hear Sam's pleads as he hopes people will pay more attention and not take him for granted. Like a youngster filled with rebellion and rage because of 'he knows not what', that volcano just ahead named Sam cannot control the massive 'buildup of fire' going on inside of him.
But I have been listening, watching, and studying his history for years, and if I have learned anything about my proper relationship with Sam, it's that I keep my distance and pay attention, being ready at all times to flee this entire mountain area.
12262018PoSoupContest, Sleeping Volcano, Eve Roper; 2P
Categories:
buildup, anger, god, mountains, natural
Form:
Personification
Frog In Her Cup
there once a frog that jumped into her cup
he filled her rim so fast he got the hiccups
was all he could wrestle
as he swam her vessel`
croaks waned once a release of his buildup
connie pachecho
6/16/17
Categories:
buildup, funny, sensual,
Form:
Limerick
You go to bed, your curfew long past.
Your mind is so tired, yet moving so fast.
Your thoughts have no certain themes,
Just creativity in your quixotic dreams.
Adventures from close and far,
beyond the Milky Way and past the stars.
Where you fight pirates, in the heat or the cold,
And slide down rainbows to find your pot of gold.
You dreams are powerful, they make you strong.
But when you wake up Your dreams are all gone.
Now take a second and think,
What if you still really are asleep?
What if your dreams were just a buildup,
For when you really woke up.
Has life passed me by?
Have I ever really spoken the words hello and goodbye?
Have all these years been not what they seem?
I guess I’ll never know, if I am awake,
Or if my life has all been a dream.
Categories:
buildup, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Heartburn
Gastric acid
Bad burning sensation
Caused by a regurgitation
Buildup
Categories:
buildup, funny, health, imagination, life,
Form:
Cinquain
My eyes are leaking more,
my throat is kind of sore,
my nose is runny
like a captured and released, single witness
that knows of the buildup.
I can’t take it anymore.
From me breathing hard
to this sneezing, sinus war.
I only had the hiccups, HICCUP.
Now I got to pick up
prescriptions for my prescription,
in my Nissan, violet pick-up
while strung on frequent violent, HICCUPs.
Next time I’ll read the fine print
before the theatre violin blends to…string along with my,
HICCUP, HICCUP, HICCUPs.
Oh boy, HICCUP.
2/04/18 “Shoulda read the fine print – 2” contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
buildup, analogy, art, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet
Till a very loud noise woke me, sounding like a riot
I put on my fluffy slippers and creep down the stairs
The lounge door is open, and I see the sofa and chairs
My heart is beating quickly, like a drum in my chest
when I espy black boots poking out the chimney breast
With my eyes as big as saucers, I squeal with delight
Santa Claus is visiting, but something’s not quite right
I said, “Are you ok Santa?” Santa said, “No, I am stuck
Please fetch Papa. He has a crane on his rescue truck”
Papa dresses quickly and phones men and ‘older’ boys
Santa must be freed, so he can deliver children’s toys
The rescue goes smoothly, and when they get Santa out
He said, “I shouldn’t have eaten that last Brussel Sprout
My belly is so bloated. I’ve got a buildup of smelly gas
I’ll climb back on the sleigh where foul wind I will pass
Santa sprinkled magic moon dust into my wide eyes
So, I won’t recall what's happened; Santa is very wise
Papa carried me upstairs to snugly tuck me into my bed
where I dream of saving Santa in his wooly suit of red
Early next morning, I spy sled marks in deep snow drifts
Santa Claus has visited, and left me piles of fancy gifts
I tell Papa all about my dream of rescuing Santa Claus
I see sooty footprints on the rug, I think I know the cause!
Categories:
buildup, christmas, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Rewriting Fear
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath the epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was self-induced and that it was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing dominance of all mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2020 September 30
*2nd Place*
"The Unexplained"
~~Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
buildup, angst, anxiety, fear,
Form:
Narrative
In my imagination I have 16 nostrils,
As you can imagine that’s quite a buildup of green snot,
But it doesn’t matter because in my imagination,
I have 16 index figures, each one with a little mouth,
With razor shop teeth, perfect for eating bogeys,
And at the base of my palm there are 16 little bum holes,
Defecating with continuous aplomb the bundles of snot down my sleeve,
In my imagination there is a tramp living under my stairs,
He lives off the dry goods, crackers, rice krispies and digestives,
Only I know that it’s really an Indian yogi,
Who sits whispering prayers to protect my affairs night and day,
In my imagination there are 12 maggots burrowed deep in my brain,
And they are eating my brain cells continuously,
But they only eat cells that communicate information about Osteopathy,
And other holistic therapies,
In my imagination there is a fly who is desperately worried about his starving kids,
So in my imagination on a night time when I’m asleep,
He sits with his arms folded leaning in my ear and reads from various holistic health books,
In an attempt to educate me on the arts of the healer,
But it’s all in vein because in my imagination I’m tone deaf,
In my imagination my face is a lofty building,
A corporate situation or maybe a civil building, something like passports and immigration,
The façade of this grey concrete building is flanked with many stairs,
Row up on row of steep dangerous stairways,
All leading to a small roof with a hatchway into my mind,
And in my imagination all day and all night,
Tiny men and women run from the revolving doors at the front of the building,
And track nimbly and urgently up the stairs carrying important documents,
One after another with anxious faces they, tight footed, make their way to the roof,
And in my imagination they disappear into my mind to deposit their paperwork,
Tragically it all gets overlooked because in my imagination there is so much red tape,
That government officials can never push forward with their plans,
In my imagination dead things don’t rot,
Because in my imagination instead of decaying corpses become lighter,
They become so light that they begin to float like helium balloons,
So in my imagination the skies are full of gently bobbing cadavers trailing into the sun,
Categories:
buildup, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
*Image of Montreal Mount Royal Pixabay.
Montreal in the Fall
Well, sis, deal with it while bro throws a fit,
I stand, mom fusses with the new dresses,
Bro's frown much bigger, her smile, his trigger,
He stomps to changing. I glide to wearing,
I spin with pleasure. He grabs another,
On to school supplies, mom's past will surprise,
Laptop, iPad end, paper, and the pen,
My bro's ignited, gets mom excited,
Bro ditches his frown, mom gets back her clown,
Mom's costly exchange, bro's sneaky shortchange,
Top brand names he gets, don't worry, dad's cheques,
At Pig's Farm, oh yea, an ice cream cafe,
Kenny acted up. Teasing had buildup,
My names' Evelyn, he says, Evil-Lynn,
Kenny is evil, Evil Ken-evil,
A workaholic, like dad, real quick,
Mom, the careerist, turned "Mommie Dearest,"
Act nice little ones. Twosome meets gruesome,
We all bust, laughing, "Got-cha," we're cracking,
Montreal, we shopped, price and snow, mom opt,
Twas no snow, twas sad, shopped with mom, we're glad.
Long drive and bro's sad, girls spoke French, his bad,
Sorta English, mine's, was deaf, he spoke sign,
Monsters, together, slept on my brother.
2022 August 21
Categories:
buildup, beautiful, character, funny, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
Losing my mystery
My sexy immortality
You've come to know me
We have fallen in love.
You now know too well
I’m an empty tale
Welcome to my shell
We have fallen in love.
The buildup so divine
Sex and talks and wine
But now we’re in a bind
We have fallen in love.
Two lovers inhale
Piercing each other’s veil
Expectations now are stale
We have fallen in love.
The cycle of love descends
It’s the way it’s always been
But it’s worth it in the end
I Love You...
Let’s fall in Love again!
Michael F. Lewis
02/01/2013
Categories:
buildup, love, love,
Form:
Rhyme
What’s going on these days~
Is the world flip flopping on its side?
It’s the fashion of the day
To declare how we’re offended
No matter what was said
Or what we imagine was intended
We’ll put a twist on things
With much drama and sensation
Now it’s offensive to say happy holidays
Purists put up a stink
Get their nose out of joint
Their panties twisted in a knot
Offensive or not I fully intend
To continue spewing tidings and warm wishes
I’ll say happy holidays to everyone I meet
From early December on through the month
It comes from a place of love
A feeling of brotherly kindness
And sharing a mood of happiness
A hope for living in the moment
To appreciate all that’s wondrous
Happy Holidays means go be joyous
Enjoy every single moment
Of this lovely season
May your heart be filled
With cheerfulness and bliss
Like that of a child’s
Singing exuberantly
Putting up the Christmas tree
Setting up the nativity scene
Baking pies and cookies
Reaching out to family
Getting together with friends
Stirring happy memories
Happy holidays to you!
Happy happy happy holidays to all!
What’s all the buildup about?
A MERRY CHRISTMAS
To one and all
And a very HAPPY NEW YEAR
To everyone !
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on December 20, 2019
Categories:
buildup, anxiety, christmas, holiday, hope,
Form:
Free verse