Best Clever Poems
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She's had enough of my clever lines
Thinking back on all those times
When my dreams were just a story
She... wonders if anything's real
Does he just write or can he feel
And care for anything more than glory
Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A true love and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand
So you said, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's so plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The end
She.. Felt like another in the crowd
Echoes abounding seemed so loud
Couldn't see they were simply songs
She.. Had enough and let me know
She wasn't up for my kind of show
There'd just been one too many wrongs
Oh.. Time and time again
You bought in to what felt like lies
But girl, I was honest with you
I didn't even try to disguise
You needed more than lyrics
I understand you wanted a man
A love true and not a writer who
Would hold a pen but not your hand
So it's, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End
Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End
Tonight, I don't see one star in the sky
Tears trickle down.. I begin to cry
I don't have to ask the reasons why
I sadly understand it's.. Goodbye
Oh, Goodbye..
The saddest words I've ever read
Cuts like a knife I'm running red
No yellow brick road for me to tread
And now it's plain for me to see
You felt this is how it had to be..
The End
Goodbye,
This hurt inside me is very real
If you only knew how much I feel
You needed more than I could deal
And now it's plain for me to see
God, I wish it didn't have to be..
The End..
Goodbye
(Goodbye)
(Goodbye)
The consumate sleuth Sherlock Holmes
Hardly lacking the wit chromosomes
With the faintest of clues
To bemuse and confuse
Cracked crimes in the Welsh catacombs
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Submitted on January 27, 2019 for contest LIMERICK 3 sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 2ND
The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn child. Sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that I'm the worst grandpa of all.
Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old.
Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while
and oh my poor back simply aches.
And if he cries I must find out
what ails the urchin, my dearest pet.
A dirty nappy? Someone take care,
mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid.
But if it's a bottle of milk he wants,
or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal,
then I am game. Bring on the glorious food.
And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven,
contemplating the profound miracle of life.
For though he's not directly mine,
he's the continuation of my genetic line.
And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes,
or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises.
Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy
that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy.
NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.
In shadows deep where truth does weep, There lies a figure, veiled, asleep. A hypocrite, with words so sweet, Yet actions cold, deceit complete.
With lips that part in righteous guise, They weave a web of clever lies. Their tongue a blade, sharp and keen, But veiled behind a mask unseen.
They preach of love and virtue high, Yet in their heart, corruption lies. Their deeds betray the words they speak, A hollow soul, so dark, so bleak.
They claim to stand for what is right, Yet darkness lurks within their sight. They judge and scorn with righteous zeal, While hiding secrets they conceal.
Beneath the cloak of false facade, The hypocrite walks, proud and flawed. But truth will rise, the mask will fall, Exposing lies, revealing all.
So let us strive for honesty, And cast aside hypocrisy. For in the light of truth, we find, The freedom of an honest mind.
A foxy dame passed through a diner
with auburn locks bouncing here and there.
Dude sighed, “ take the best wine
but tonight you’re all mine;
chimed she,” hike off; I’m this bar’s owner.”
Roy Jerden's Clean And Clever Limerick
11/16/2014
If I were a clever man,
who knew the ways of all,
it might help me along the way,
and save me from a fall.
If really clever, I would be
perfect in every way,
I wouldn’t have to take advice,
from others every day.
I‘d be the very, very best.
my knowledge would shine through,
then everyone would be my friend,
and ask me, what to do.
If I were wise I’d share with all,
some of the things I know,
then friends would look at me in awe,
and follow where I go.
You’ve come this far, so what d’ya think,
is this the one you’d love,
a clever ****, who knows it all,
and feels one step above?
I’m glad I’m not a clever man,
I love to seek advice,
for vanity’s the quickest way
to lose one’s friends for life.
I know, that I know nothing
of the things that make one smart,
but with friends, and love, and kindness,
I’ve found comfort in my heart.
Ivor G Davies
The gypsy lady told me:
Lay your money down right here.
My crystal ball reveals all
and it never lies.
A smart doctor you will find
who doesn’t need M R I’s
to guide all his decisions.
One like Dr. House!
Health care and your living costs
will become affordable.
Then with a smile, she added:
All this - when pigs fly.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for Linda-Marie's Contest:
Crystal Ball
Life is a learning process
Each day a useful test
But some people, you’ll agree
They are born with a degree
Of self delusion
They’re the ones who know it best.
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15th February, 2016
Contest: Grook
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd
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Magicians are annoying
“I Can Hear You Sin.”
I can smell our lust in the dark air above our bed,
You lay beside me, in your perfect ruthless beauty,
If only you knew what I really am, I hope you never see inside my clever dreams.
You don’t really know me, your beauty was so eager to trust me,
My brutality was so thirsty to protect you, and now a demon has an angel willingly in his possession.
You are my trophy, my obsession,
But I hope you never discover that you completely control me,
You are all of me, all that is left of me.
In my dreams I have captured you a thousand times,
I hope it is just a matter of time until I lay my hands on you in the daytime,
But until that time, I will hunt you each night,
Such a clever thing
The spider crawls
Along the line
To spin a web
It’s silk
Woven like magic
Spreading wide
High up in the air
The glass like yarn
Stretching out
To the fence
Just how
Can a small thing
Take its formation
From hedge
To window to flower
Balancing on silk
So strong
The morning sun
Shining upon the thread so thin
As you awake
To the magical creation
Of a woven maze
Presented by
A spider
So tiny!
Billy Bob King the boxer felt
entitled to punch below the belt.
Not because he was a cheating swine.
His lack of height, set a low punchline.
He has created a clever robot
He orders it and it responds
“Write for me a poem”, it does
“Compose for me love letter”, it does
“Scribble for me an abuse”, it does
Clever and obedient the robot is
But one thing it cannot do
Feel emotions as human beings
The clever robot the merchant abused
“You are foolish”, it replies, “Thank you”
“You’re a baboon”, it replies, “Thank you”
“You’re a nothing”, it replies, “Thank you”
Clever and obedient the robot is
But one thing it cannot achieve-
Feel emotions as human beings
That day man will make a robot
One that can feel emotional
The one with personality traits
Humans will hide in wardrobes
At the Bottom's dropped out.
I'll write to you
the end of the story.
The only one i know.
Sundown on a field of dandelions.
No step closer to rapture,
I smiled with no hurry
when i found myself here,
at the bottom's dropped out.
It never rests.
not even when it's over.
Like stale conversation
without bread nor water.
A river martin's graceful flight.
My smile came easy
when i saw you here
at the bottom's dropped out.
Lampblack spills on a white canvas,
like a clock running out of time.
The mood a smile brings on,
it never has to die.
Dustup Old Frisian theological nonsense.
The clouds burst with meaning
at the bottom's dropped out.
Like a sun spot on the Sun
Life stands still
as seasons change.
It’s not worth winding up the long rewind
of a slippery slope
towards yesterday’s face another time.
Let's have last seen each other here
At the bottom's dropped out.
We make motions, to fight lack of resistance,
That are recognized by only ourselves.
- Motion noticed - We're still certain of our stance
So to the depths of emotion our fight delves.
Forever and a day, plus an hour or two
Led to hollow war waged out of control.
- Isn't all we need - a couple or a few
For a mist of lies and deceit to slowly roll?
Follow me down to the ragged, shallow
Explosion-torn landscape we live in.
While there we'll find corpses to hallow,
Or those dying quickly, wasted and thin.
But Cleverer, Or More Clever still,
Is the addition of your friendship,
- When your love is this powerful. -
Frighteningly harsh, like stinging whip.
You've never been closer than the here and now.
But while I advance, you move farther away.
I'll take what I can't and give back the "how;"
Let short-lived loneliness bring what it may.