Best Climb Down Poems
Secretly, I watch the neighbors,
From my well-advantaged location.
Mrs. G. is complaining about her husband to Mrs. S.
No one's drama is ever as vivid as Mrs. G's.
They full-body laugh, tongues out.
Mr. P. is going to be late for supper again;
I can hear Mrs. P. cussing.
At 4:15 I hear the all-day waited slam of a backdoor.
My girl is running toward me, flat out.
She is carrying a white pillow and gray blanket.
There's a plastic bag swinging from her arm as she climbs.
Prior experience tells me the sack holds a book, a drink
and her favorite sandwich - mayonnaise, peanut butter and lettuce.
After smashing a few ants on my floor, the girl flops down,
and begins to read.
I smile as she devours the sandwich like a young starving wolf.
She's ten, the perfect age to devour.
Every day is the same except Saturday.
On Saturday my girl spends the whole day inside me,
reading two to three books at a time.
It is our favorite day.
Her sister runs out sometimes and begs the girl to play,
but we are fighting pirates, conquering Asia, taming macaws.
We are so in tune, she and I.
When I hear "CANDICE MILLIE STREET COME IN IMMEDIATELY!"
I know my girl has to climb down and run for the house,
leaving me alone,
to spy on the neighbors.
Date: 8/28/2018 What the Hell Throw One In John Lawless, Sponsor
Categories:
climb down, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Personification
The moon light streaks through the clouds in magic,
A golden haired in voluptuous posture
Resting on the rock merged to the green sea,
Beckons me; bewitched I climb down to her.
In innocence I kiss the open lips,
A half fish as I see her now responds,
To shed her curse as I moan to her touch;
Changing to a maid her legs play to kick.
Clouds begin to disperse I see the smile,
Wish with my heart she be mine forever.
She pulls me into the cool calm waters,
Whirls, cradled in her arms, we dive deep below.
Body spins, lungs cry for air as I cough,
Her mouth meets to capture my breathless lips;
Life explodes I swish my tale with hers,
Swirling we surface holding each other.
By the rocks my clothes float lifeless;
Never to break the true code of silence:
Prompt:-
“The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique”
- Isaac Bashevis Singer
Picture used:-
http://www.feebleminds-gifs.com/green-mermaid.jpg
Categories:
climb down, art
Form:
The black river mills are seen in the distance
The red skies show spiraling, gray clouds
The earth is man’s canvas
And the mills slowly mix the paint
We have seen the devastation
We have felt the desperation
Some of us wallow in our watercolor
And leave the canvas blank
The mills crush their bones to the bottom
Mixing them nicely into the paint
People are pushed in without thought
Others go in willingly
The river mills are closer to my view
And my brush is stiff and unused
Women and children walk alongside the rivers
The elderly follow and sometimes shake their heads
On a cliff, I watch them all
My brushstroke stiff and worthless
Shakily I climb down the precarious cliff
Brush in hand
Canvas in view
Watching people suffer in the paint of their mistakes
People wanting to be part of the picture
I never desired this. . .
I wanted to create a masterpiece
The women and children are gone
—except one
I see a little black boy standing alone
He is watching me curiously
Tears in his eyes
He is a watcher
He was born to suffer
He never desired this either
“I’m sorry.”
The boy smiles sadly and takes my hand
“It’s okay. I understand.”
I shed digital tears
And program some control
It is quiet, save for the sound of the river mills
It has mixed well
The colors are astounding
“Are you sure you want to stay?”
The boy nods.
“No one wants me mixed with them.”
He is a creator
He is a watcher
I dip my brush into the churning waters
I then hand it to the little black boy
“The world is your canvas now. . .” I whisper.
It was NEVER mine to meddle with. . .
And we are set apart for a reason
But together we are incomparable
Categories:
climb down, black african american, brother,
Form:
Free verse
Caress yuh lips, so sweet,
Down pon mi neck; slowly.
As yah feel the warm breath
Of mine climb down closeness to
reach in to kiss yah with a silky
tender touching tounge.
Where we can embrace our
love against the night in
harmony to sing bodies with
the greatest love of all....
Cum YUH to me Together, mi
ANGEL FOREVER!!!! Like A fit to
A GLOVE..... nuh the kissing game........
tis REAL!!!!!
Tribute to Richard Palmer/MI
ANGEL...... THANK YOU FOR
ALL THat yah are!!! NUFF LUV... BABZ
entered in the contest: the kissing game
sponcered by: destroyer~poet
Categories:
climb down, art, friendship, love, passion,
Form:
Verse
You are not enough...
Your body, the lethargic blood in your veins, little red rivers...
Your aging heart, gallantly beating –
I want to kiss its straining crimson chambers,
Bless it, the poor doomed thing...
You are just not enough
Your skin is too frail, your hair too cashmere-soft,
Your calcified bones are so – breakable
I lie beside you and trace my fingers over your face,
Receiving the butterfly kisses of your brittle eyelashes,
And behind them, those cocoa-dark eyes, windows to a soul that sleeps
Benevolent in its oblivion...
Then down, softly down my fingertips dance, to the cupid’s bow of your lips,
Unstrung, slack with weariness…
I bend my head and touch my lips to yours – and shudder, tenderly
Your kisses have the seal of death upon them, the bittersweet reek of coffin fodder
You are not enough…
You could never be enough, not for me
My hunger for you is insatiable, unquenchable,
I want to swallow you whole; I want to climb down your throat and sleep,
Tucked safely inside your skin,
A parasite composed of love and ravenous yearning
I want to eat your very soul, or catch it in my fist and pour it into a
Diamond jar, never to be unleashed –
But to be hoarded, like a magic ring, a Holy Grail of gently glimmering love
I want you to be mine – forever…
And once I have you,
Locked inside that little diamond vessel,
Oh my sweetheart…I will never let you go
Categories:
climb down, devotion, love
Form:
Free verse
* There was one midnight hour when I stood alone
Beyond my bed, and before the window of the room
I was the child in the white flannel gown
Watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise
The whole family slept..except for me
They never heard me steal out onto the porch
And climb down the steps into the fresh night air
Under the sequined sky crowned as mistress of our valley
Something whispered to me, in a voice dimmer than words
It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder
Faintly capricious, lulling my steps upon the concrete slate
I struggled to learn how to breathe again this hour late
But trepediation vaporized, soft and cunning, wise
Temptation embedded my bare footed quest
Without hesitation, no fear of unknown
Lit by bleached crescent moon,
I knew I was not alone....
Inspired by Gareth's contest "Leave me hanging"
Categories:
climb down, adventure, fantasy, mysteryme,
Form:
Free verse
Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.
Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads.
The drips spire down the icicles,
coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.
Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.
Categories:
climb down, death, father, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
(Subjective Poem)
New Years comes around way to soon each year.
There is so much to do and never enough time.
I usually don’t make resolutions because –
I NEVER have been able to keep them.
I wish for many improvements in my life.
For starters I want to start working in the yard again.
But that is not all. The usual things come to mind like:
Eat healthier; lose weight, which I have given up on,
And get back to the basic things that I love doing,
such as: writing poetry, painting pictures,
playing with Photoshop, taking more photographs,
and enjoying my senior life even with 4 children to raise.
There are some resolutions that I really should work on,
such as: Potty training the toddler and baby –
Being consistent at following through
with consequences , even when I am tired,
when the teen and pre-teen skip tidying,
say naughty words, pick on each other,
or try to get out of chores.
But I have decided, instead to make
New Year’s Resolutions
That I know I can keep. (Is that cheating?)
I resolve to:
1. Never climb down in the huge sinkhole again.
2. Stay off of the children’s twisted slide.
3. I won’t speed down the hill on the John Deer mower.
(I’m not sure I can keep that one. Lol)
4. I won’t climb trees without a ladder.
5. I won’t watch any X-rated movie except:
The Passion of Christ, Shindler’s List,
And the Pirate Movie with Gena Davis,
6. I will not eat hominy.
That’s about it! Happy New Year! (This was fun.)
12/26/2016
Categories:
climb down, funny, new year, self,
Form:
Prose
I’ve wrestled with devil in blue grass.
That college that picks pockets
and helps itself to damsels’ purses
fixed nooses just off seventy-five south,
over Clay-way Bailey.
The viaduct that divides two states
divides thieves from Potter Stewart’s Court House.
I refused to march the underground rail road;
a black man rules the white house.
The dean,
like Mathilda’s Trunchbull,
is as mean as salt on back of barn toad;
she lifted con from condescending.
I relished reflection of her
standing stiff like light pole,
frozen by the return from her calling the school “the company”
They were to give me what I pay for,
but madam flying high on stilettos
was too uppity to climb down and meet me.
Requests made were called controversies,
but to me it was freedom,
and I (pusher of this pen) was on battlefield
with Jamaican fire.
A competent crook cover ass with alibis,
and you should never be seen as obstacles …
If you are ***** and alone walk with caution,
but not so with me;
I should live Luther’s dream,
‘cause I own college road.
It was my journey.
I stood stout,
like Michael,
to cast the devil out.
With Obama fueling *******,
I wonder why Sam is blind
to the now white-collar crime?
I sure hope there are copycats up college road.
Categories:
climb down, educationme,
Form:
Narrative
Baby
I can already see it.
You
walking on a sheer floating gossamer wave
where the stars drip from the cieling like hot wax
Your hair sweeping over your eyes like a seductive ballerina
And all I can think about is your beard tracing the curvator of my body.
Let your your cologne be the treasure map of our once adventurous ecstacy
You bring out the sun of my smile
Cascading my light around the circumfrence of my world like a spotlight
This daydream of mine, brings me such peace
and You whose tuxedo body..... is mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Better than that ever of Leonardo Dicaprio or George Clooney
You are Apollo's finest work of art
You mortal Renoir
Your body is the epitomy of masculinity
Your arms are stronger than that of the ancient oak
I like a sleepy mischevious cat, is just dying to fall asleep in them
But oh from so high, how will I ever climb down again?
You have a bottom like a warrior
Yes I have taken notice of it....
You are built for the wieght of the world
Your chest holds the rythmic life Snare Drum
I am mesmorized by the cavity where the angelic source of laughter derives from
No I am not ashamed
Walking next to you is like.....trying to walk behind a King
when I am only but a french maid
Categories:
climb down, art, confusion, happiness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Today I stopped to smell a rose
And got a fairy in my nose.
She buzzed her little fairy wings
She kicked and punched and other things.
It kind of tickled as she fought
But all her struggling was for naught.
Like glue my boogies held her there
Her tiny frame lodged in my nare.
Some pixie dust she threw therein
And though she tried, she could not win.
It turns out I’m allergic, see
To all that dust she threw on me.
I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed
I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed
And yet despite those awful fits
Up in my nose, the fairy sits.
A nasal home where she must stay
Until she figures out a way
to climb down and my nostril breach…
She’s just too deep for me to reach.
So next time when you hear them say
to smell the roses on your way,
Recall the fairy in my sniffer
And know that my advice may differ.
05/01/15
Categories:
climb down, fairy, flower, fun, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
I climb down into your wild world
Into a nectared dream
Of love's insatiable kiss
Where your hands like buds extend
To the naked glass of heaven
Like slender stalks
Clasped upon spring's sweet breath
In the first smile of the sun
When sad the creeping hours
Would starve me of the liquid
Kiss of your presence.
With a savage look
Of carnal longing
I plunge
Into the deep deep sea
Of your sovereign formed existence
Succulent as wild cherries
In nature's sacred chambers.
I climb down into your wild world
By the leaping fountain sprays
Ravenous, pure, untamed
When sultry stars would bleed
On beauty's charming lips
That in your comely charms
My joyful spirit wept
Among the dead leaves
Of barren silence
I toil in blind solitude
As if you're gone far away
Far far away
Into the moonless east
Into the wide wide arms
Of A foreign land
That our eyes may never meet
Though my heart recites your face
With a thousand eyes.
Categories:
climb down, imagery, romantic, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
"Santa Baby"
Santa baby, climb down the chimney to a waltz under the mistletoe and taffy kisses
12/12/2015
Santa Baby! "Original Song 1953" Eartha Kitt!
Poetry Contest:One Liners 7 - "Santa Baby"
Sponsored by: Silent One
Categories:
climb down, christmas, love,
Form:
Verse
I want to live in my mother's cheekbones that kiss the moon,
then climb down her braids and fall asleep in my indigenous silver spoon.
Categories:
climb down, childhood, culture, daughter, mother,
Form:
Couplet
Do you ever feel like the world's a tuxedo
And you're a pair of brown shoes?
Have you ever felt you had two left feet?
Or the ship's already left for the cruise?
Please take heart, we've all been afflicted
At one time or another in our lives
There are those who appear a lot worse off
They forget to wear pants when they drive
There ain't no cure for this strange affliction
Embarrassing as hell, heaven knows
Walking across the floor at the prom
With your dress tucked up in your hose
Out for a walk, met my cranky old boss
He was taking his dog for a stroll
Chatted and then after saying good luck
Turned and smacked into a pole
Or when you attend a Halloween party
You're the only one dressed up in the room
Then you realize it was a black tie affair
But you're dressed like a pregnant baboon
Just dig a deep hole and climb down inside
Hope nobody notices you're gone
Don't come out until four in the morning
Slink home by the first light of dawn
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
climb down, humorous, halloween,
Form:
Quatrain