Best Carless Poems
Your my dinner date
white-cheesey mac and cheese
Mommy don't forget
my not-too-hot-green-sweet peas
game nights and holidays
when I get to be the hostess
are kept next-best to
Mommy I love you the mostest
when money's tight
and the hot rod leaves us carless
I pull myself together
to reply, I love you the farthest
you wanna dance Mom?
we are the flyest
swing spin twirl
Mommy I love you the highest
music and boogy
burdens become their lightest
I've got you this time
I love you the brightest
"get dressed" I say and say and say
these underwear are clean Mom
I just put them on
yesterday
to myself I often think
small is how I wish for you to keep
but then you'd never grow or know
that my love for you runs deep
when you're hurt tired or hungry
Your need for me is clear
I love that I'm the one you ask
Mommy will you wipe my tear
bedtime stories snuggles hugs and kisses
you ask will I stay up the latest
and keep competing
Mommy I love you the greatest
kiss your head rub your back
and tell you get some rest
Mommy I still love you more
but Grandma is the best
Categories:
carless, children, kids, grandmother, i
Form:
Rhyme
if the boy did not return from the rhineland
he remained social and loquacious
he versed in music and was quite ambidextrous
his toy airplanes glittered in the sand
he lost his footing, he showed his hand
he sought to be carless and frivolous
his senses remained extemporaneous
he listened carefully for the iron gland
his gift was not to be unfounded
his turn was never to be
at long last, he finally did blossom
though lonely and confounded
to the flames of woe in the sea
his mind was wretched, among the flotsam and jetsam.
Categories:
carless, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Sonnet
Asking you to be you
Because you are seeming a little blue
Carless from life, taking into mind
Doesn't that keep you on time!
Even though you have been a leaving,
Freedom has brought you back to my door
Geese laid their eggs, right by your sore
Heaven knows why you come back
I just open up the store
Joyful you come ,at last
Kindly I give you some cash
Loving the way words roll off your tongue
Mindless to say they
Never did they want you to stay
Obviously they said the rudest things
Politeness was not one of their ways
Quizzing you solely
Respect has got take away
Sadly beating you just so you have a place to stay
Time has seemed it will take forever
Under the weather is the
Vases of the loved feathers
Why you seek to get a hold
Xerox is not in
Your behold
Zig- zagging is your only way you would be sold
Categories:
carless, soldier, sorrow,
Form:
ABC
If I were heavy into all sports and loved racing fast cars; if I were shorter, taller, fatter, thinner, quieter, louder; if I were an atheist, theist, gnostic, or agnostic; wouid you still love me?
If I were American, Asian, African, European, or other; democratic, republican, or non-political; if my hair was black, blond, brown, or red; would you still love me?
If I had no arms, one eye, or one leg; could not walk, talk, dance, or sing; homeless, carless, or jobless; would you still love me?
If I were born handicapped; dirt poor like my parents; my IQ were above or below 100; would you still love me?
12032018PoSoupContest, Would You Still Love Me?, Edward Ibeh
Categories:
carless, love,
Form:
Free verse
Fish swam in blue waves of cotton candy
Carless gulps of salty ocean
Tails whipping through chocolate sea
Sweet as a rice crispy treat
Mindless beauties beneath the land
Squishy scales under quick sand
While dinosaurs chant for reincarnation
Butterflies flutter in several mazes
Carrying souls from eras beneath to
Timeless eras above to retreat
Categories:
carless, adventure, animals, art, faith,
Form:
Free verse
A pointing stick on a pointing curve is a bit treacherous especially after rain. But if a rainbow is a grinning sky and a moon is not moody then the sun would be a titan awareness of a zenith sheet. When erosion occurs it is wise to point one's nose skyward as passing sheep stalks on an abyss climb is irrelevant as picking one's nose in a floodlit arena. And so the grandeur of matriarchs meets a fascinating patriarch and patrons never wear aprons in spring. So please do all wait in an orderly fashion at a gate. Hedgerow heaving happily having heard heavyweight herds. And of course the dish of foam laughing ho ho ho. Hope no perch climbs to tame a talon of bridge.archetypical wonders like woo woo woo. Very video and wow. Interesting isn't it gong gong gong. But then a piece of tongue in a butchers is often found talking to a woodworm in a bridlers briary bridle. So bridge that then in a cape. And shovel 900,000,0009 atoms in a carless cabarnackal. Coat not a vaporised vigilant viper. And harness no trolley to a house. Meanwhile many men mingle many more mop. And a fish hook over 6 thousand kilometres'. Pound be a kiljewel then. Is it not a fashion. Good. Hahahaha. Between bloody blocks hahahaha and a antithesis antiseptic antaphy xxxxxx ambiguities z z z z and the p y q of hydrocarbons
Categories:
carless, anger, anxiety, art,
Form:
What was I hoping for in this life...
a true story in a positive category, in a beautiful setting of things to inspire, a loving tale of Passion, to be able to strengthening my thoughts for poetic forms, words to be revised to commondate my life.
My emotion is golden the truth on my sleeve
my heart bleeds for pain, I'm use to it, nothings changed.
Dreams to share, thoughts of someone to care.... in what seems to be a carless world.
No love.
No tears or mercy for me.
Jump start my heart to believe in some type of love, at least for certain times in my life when needed. I've pleaded for sympathy and gain hate, a possible fate to heighten my struggles, topped off like a cherry. To bury my pain in the darkest part of my mind, unfortunately unforgettable, another chapter for the lessons in my life.
I've became older, chips on my shoulder, bad thoughts I've became colder.
Sleepless nights....
Seasons change, I remain the same to the best of my abilities knowing what I'm capable of, depending on how far I'm pushed.
I list of lies told of personal gain to maintain their life style. To achieve self intitled dreams that they believe....lies told to themselves.
Seems like I don't matter
Tears run frequently like the waterfall of life at the edge, ends tragicly
scars doesn't heal reminded by the slightest touches of her hands, questions brought up of what's felt, as she listens to my heartbeat.
Souls melt...
Every part of me she kisses helps ease some of my pain. Like a thief time is stolen.
Why am I feeling different...
I want someone to just listen because my thoughts to me are golden moments
heart broken dreams without love to intertwined with the thorns, and life isn't a rose.
I want To be understood and not be judge by my actions or the mistakes of my past or laughed at because I stumble, maybe fail in there eyes, I'm not concern.
the fire in my belly blazed of emotional flames as I attempt to maintain my composer, directing the music of my life.
And regusrdless to what u may think this is who I am.
No lover or fighter
A survivor
A Poet, who cherish every golden moment of my life.
Categories:
carless, life, life, heart, heart,
Form:
Lyric
The magnificent visage of the moon shines on
Even if it is almost dawn
The music is playing with melancholic tone fallowing mc’s baton
Its late everyone wishes to go home not aware what they would spawn
The music is short and carless the air is muggy and it’s dark
Only loyal trees whisper in the park
The undertakers make a final ark
On the coffin there is no flag even if there should be two or any other mark
Next day undertakers’ daughter puts fresh flowers on the grave
They smell nice like oceans wave
There is no prayer for that soul would save
On the tombstone no engrave
But in the pupils of undertaker’s daughter so deep grave could fit in those
There are tears as on the grave she puts blood red rose
As she does that cold wind blows
Smelling like raging sea full of billows
Undertaker’s daughter don’t you dare weep for me
Only my mother and moon can do it you see
How dare you think you can control my destiny?
How dare you say deformed when addressing me?
Don’t bother me and take your flowers back they are a wreck
Or dead or not I’ll snap your neck
I don’t want you my grave to check
My soul is to make my own and per maximum trek
You have noting on my soul
And your paradox will not stop it from ascending to greatest hall
I will not be stopped by grave wall
You can fade away like mere autumn leaf that is about to fall
Categories:
carless, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
H e walks down the road
O n the dark twisting never ending road
P ushing past the invisible chains that had once held him back
E arth breaking in bits and pieces, like crumbs from a cake, under his feet
L ooking at the road, but there was nothing there to see
E verything crying out for help but they were hopeless indeed
S oon he saw a glint of light in the dead grass, a sliver of hope,
S topping to see what it was, he saw a key
O nly he saw the key, the key invisible to others passing by, he picked it up and pocketed it
R ising in happiness he walked on, happy for being shown a sliver of hope in the darkness of life
H opping and skipping for joy... he spotted something else, a coin, old and rusted
O n he walked for it held no meaning to him without those whom he held dear to him
P ausing in disgust at the sight of a murky sea full of people
E very crevasse of the sea was filled with dead fish, which the birds picked at
F or all animals were dead due to the pollutants, only that was not what disgusted him
U seless as the murky sea seemed, others were in the murky sea, staying till life’s end
“L ovely isn’t it?” a stranger asked him. All he could do was stare at the man in disgust
“L ovely?!? It a sad excuse of a puddle, that’s what it is, Ugly!” He says and storms away
W alking along the road he came across a gate and became curious
E ven though something inside him told him not to he tried opening the gate anyways
‘L osing patience he tried breaking the lock
L ost in pure curiosity he tried and tried only to fail once again
N ot happy, he tried his one and only option left, jumping the gate
E cstatic that he would finally get over the gate he jumped into the black oblivion
V OOSH!!!
E xpecting to land but falling forever into the black oblivion
R egretting his carless decision
K nowing that it would never end, but wishing it would
N ow as he fell he thought of the ones he left behind on his journey
O n and on he fell down through the black oblivion
‘W hen will it end?’ He asked himself but the answer, I’m afraid, would never come
(Key= Happiness, Coin= Wealth, Pond= Love, and Gate= Life after death)
Categories:
carless, angst, beauty, loneliness, lost,
Form:
ABC
Heartless with one’s heart heart, I speak where does the words go? Do they evaporate within carless whispers released in the wind constantly being repeated or rewind, recycled. If no one cares responses, heartless, cold as if one’s heart is engraved in stone beyond apprehension.
Categories:
carless, confusion, emotions, fate, feelings,
Form:
Bio
Look me in the eyes and judge me by my heart.
Don't determine me by my cover before you even start.
To get to know my feelings you must know that I
Will never be the same after the day that he died.
Don't consider me as "emo" before you comprehend
That I am nearly close to tears as I write this with my pen.
He was very special to me and I don't want to cry but
I will never be the same after the day that he died.
Please don't push me or shove me or call me names
Or force razor blades and knives in my dreary haze
Of something you can call my face.
I may look goth or punk or emo but under the makeup and clothes
I'm just a sad kid; depressed that her grandfather died from carless smokes
And careless drinks that he made too often
because he felt cool, I guess (heaven only knows why)
My grandfather died
Categories:
carless, death, depression, teenme, day,
Form:
Wish their was a better day so far away
Tired of this pain with it I can not gain
Feelings of hurt an pain I feel like the rain
Wish this hart would heel but it shows the way I feel
Inbound with hurt I'm dieing inside no one knows it but me
Why do bear this pain like a foul you walk out
Of my life an hart never caring no doubt
I love you I shall move on with out
Maybe better maybe not with out you is what it is
I shalt no more break you made me weak
I shall stand bold no more you carless hart will leave me cold
I'm better than that no more fret no more tears
But I really can't see how you left after all these years
So here's to goodbye to you an the hurt you caused
I found someone new I'm goin to set here an drink a few here the middle finger
An I'm thru with you
Thanks Tim Kelley
Categories:
carless, angst, betrayal, depression,
Form:
Light Verse
Just a few warning words,
On what it feels like,
While drivin' down the road,
Waitin' for the strike,
Don't know when it's comin',
Or where it's comin' from,
Keep your eyes open,
No relaxin' or ho-hum,
Not to worry one'll show,
Drivin' fast weavin' 'round,
Carless route they a goin',
Maybe soon upside down,
Drivin' like they own the road,
Switchin' lanes wreckless too,
No concern life or limb,
Someone soon will turn blue,
Expect S-Is anytime,
While a crusin' in your car,
They'll speed by in a flash,
You won't have to go far,
Curious now what's S-I,
Just two words it does fit,
Nothing more will I say,
Stupid Idiot.....
Categories:
carless, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
Flirty feels forced, awkward,
like day old bread trying to pass.
Serious feels to vulnerable,
to many secrets are likely to unfold
before the wings dry for flight.
The vulnerable moment where so little
can crash the delicate wings and
end the life that’s only just come to its own.
A windy day can mean death.
A carless grab can knock the dust from the wings
and end the dance before it begins.
What perfection,
what combination of Karma is required,
for dreams to take flight?
Categories:
carless, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Fading deepest blue
cherry blossom storm falling
cleansing deepest wounds
Wind blows crystal rain
rain cascades carless droplets
garden bloom sweet jade
Stillness sharpens blade
mountains fade magenta skies
seas swell angry waves
Categories:
carless, autumn, nature,
Form:
Senryu