Best Come Off Poems
More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.
Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers, jabbing,
bobbing and weaving in the morning sun.
What a change I witness when the gloves come off
colors raised in stormy impassioned eyes.
So many dimensions,
when you go hard..
even more uncovered..
when you go soft.
Light coral shaded lips,
paler still long neck, brimming in fire.
how the veins sing to me..
though quietly now,
grow insistent.
Getting close, like a creature
not used to light.
A waterfall effect lost
in finest peach hair fields, many
curves and valleys explored
in mosquito nets of night.
Endlessly curious to know,
what a fighter wants..
what a fighter needs,
in love.
Return now from the ropes to knock me off.
My eyes anxiously await a detente
when yours turn soft.
Categories:
come off, angst, feelings, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
The morning's first cup is sweetest, rich and hot,
as I look through my kitchen window at the hickory.
The low branches will come off first.
Once upon a time I'd climb it, perch atop the high branches,
then in the throes of leafing, to gaze unfettered at the land.
Should take the day to get them all,
put them through the chipper.
Dawn creeps upon October's harvested plain,
sun igniting pumpkin flames in the lazy creek that bends at the tree,
early mist caressing damp carob earth.
The trunk will come later this week.
Dew-stained fences meander idle tracts of shorn fields,
air pungent with hay, apples and barley.
Etched against apricot clouds spread in lemon sky
strides the hickory, alive with orange light
and bustling with wrens and robins,
far off roosters crowing morning prayers.
The stump will be out before the first snow.
We'll be moved to town for winter by then,
won't hear the wind crying over memories.
Categories:
come off, autumn, childhood, imagery, nostalgia,
Form:
Ekphrasis
On a darkened night in a full moon's glow
Alone, I walk, on a midnight stroll
Along the trail, where Old Buck roams
A path of footprints deep in snow
An old wise owl's echoing hoots
Sticker bushes, made- rabbit's homes
A foxhole 'Neath a fallen tree
Mouse nests built in broken roots
Some evergreens sit fluff and green
In this forest full of life, I see
On my midnight stroll, a moonlit show
So wonderful is this nature scene
Through barren trees with rotted bark
Where animals live or left their mark
Perhaps they've come off Noah's ark
I wonder, as I walk these woods of dark
*Whose woods these are I think I know
Lines To Awaken Your Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
2/19/2020
Categories:
come off, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
My dream car is known to be one of muscle,
which can quickly get up and hustle.
The year would have to be nineteen hundred and Sixty nine,
best year of Camaro to come off the production line.
Orange in color with white racing stripes that line the hood,
along with new aluminum rims would be good.
Its engine would be a three twenty seven,
bearing a Holley Carb would be heaven.
To take it out on the road for a test,
assuredly it would be the best.
I would wash and wax it night and day,
in the garage is where it would stay.
Oh how that would be the car for me,
unfortunately one I’ll never see.
Categories:
come off, family, funny, happiness, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
,
riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
rain circumvents geraniums
ant's N' azaleas dance through sidewalks
where tiny green grass creep 'neath weeds
to see sun seed grey with bright
frogs N' grasshoppers flop along
best friends
when storm clouds bend beyond old oak trees
boys N' girls skip rope,
Double Dutch N' such
up N' down the cul de sac curve
moms N' dads pretend everything's ok
when they've long since strayed away
from light N' love
gloves come off
when lights go out
they scream N' shout
the children barely notice
yet they'll feel the coldness N' cold shoulders
as it's gets colder N' colder
just not days N' nights like now
fuss N' fights have no place
right here N' right now
along these roasting roads
where ticky tack homes
crowd suburbia
where riddles N' rainbows paintbrush the day
summer's heaviness invades
as nature n' naïve children play...
today ,
~JSLambert 2014
Categories:
come off, community, emotions, family, june,
Form:
Alliteration
Cattle Drive
Roll over a bit in me swag
Get some bones clear of the ground
Dew is on us swag cover is wet
Dingo is howling around
The cattle are camped in the corner
The frogs are croaking, smile creeps
Old horse has the nose bag on
Oats n the chaff for his keep
Fox has his nose in the camp oven
Cattle dog snarls n he freaks
Fox has blurted and gone now
Cattle dog goes back to sleep
At daylight we are catching the horses
Hobbles come off as they squeak
Saddle and mount a grumpy horse
be unloaded, you’re bloody weak :)
Old horse drops his head again smartly
Pigroots around the flat
Stay with him mate it’s only
oats causing springing like that.
Cattle move on down the Stockroute
15 mile a day cross water n creeks
40 mile to the railhead Darby
The Shielas are waiting so sweet.
Don Johnson
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Don
Categories:
come off, adventuredog, dog, horse,
Form:
Rhyme
I remember the very first day
I saw that teeny-tiny bare foot
When the nurses took her away
And pressed it with ink on the birth certificate
And I watched those tiny bare feet
Take their first steps on the carpeted floor
And the way she would squish her toes in the sand
Is a memory I just adore
Her shoes would never stay on long
And the socks would come off too
As she ran through fields of grass
And the years passed on through
She would splash in rain puddles
Walk through mud up to her calves
Being barefoot she was happiest
Muddy footprints would make her laugh
Now I walk with her in a white flowing gown
Her groom waiting in his tux so neat
The wedding dress covers them up
But I wouldn’t be surprised if she wore bare feet
And I watched my little girl
Walk away with another man
But always I will remember her
Dancing with bare feet on hot sand
Categories:
come off, daughter, father
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry is spontaneous, pure, raw emotion,
don't you dare label what I say as cliche.
This is my perspective of life in motion,
through experiences encountered day by day.
Bleeding and leaking in the form of ink,
my mind paints a beautiful picture.
Writing for the soul pushed to the brink.
Joy and sorrow, such a beautiful mixture.
Poetry fuses all emotions,
time to forget the foolish notion,
that experience stays strict to form,
Time to recreate the norm.
Life's not in Iambic Pentameter,
but it still moves with a lyrical flow.
What some read may come off as amateur,
To others inspire spiritual growth.
As Autumn leaves fall,
Spring begins to blossom,
change is almost here.
Catalyzed by thoughts shared through honest words,
emerging from the emptiness deep down,
A blank verse forged through the pain and sorrow,
Brought to the light through happiness and peace.
Redemption echoing like a shriek in an empty house---
emptying out feelings of defeat.
Poetry is water for the dehydrated soul---
warmth from the desolate cold.
Such a powerful tool should not be limited,
poetry frees me so I write freely.
Free from the burdens of stress carried for so long,
free from the bondage of guidelines to tell my story.
I Write to inspire, to spread desire like wildfire.
No different than mankind, poetry should by judged by its content,
the body and form are institutional nonsense.
Categories:
come off, how i feel, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
What? No Comment?
I read your latest poem today
But did not leave a comment
I don’t know what you meant to say
Couldn’t decode your intent
I wanted to be supportive
And offer encouragement
Wax poetic with adjectives
I didn’t have to invent
You’re not the first whose verse I’ve read
And sat staring bewildered
Filled with an awful sense of dread
Like theater of the absurd
Mom suggested I say nothing
If I’d nothing good to say
So to the air my arms I fling
And go on my merry way
I am always seeking the good
In every Soup poet’s work
I’d rather stay misunderstood
Than come off like a cruel jerk
*Entry for "Put Yourself in the Reader's Shoes" contest
Categories:
come off, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
A fire Pumpkin monster
On lawn with eyes ablaze
Children laughing
With dead souls painted on their faces
Masking terror
TIME to TRICK or TREAT
Fly by moon witches
Unleash magic on the streets
Doorbells ringing
Colored candy pour out galore
High on cloud sugar
Wicked deeds we Will explore
Rotten egg balloons
Are the favorite tricks I Know
If I Don’t get dark chocolate
I'll be stinking up your floor
Enter wayward spirits
Through portals of After Life
Come Dreaded WINTER
Foretell the many who must Die
Choose the mask you put On
It may NOT come Off...
HALLOWEEN is coming to your home
Grim REAPER is waiting outside your door
Categories:
come off, halloween,
Form:
Verse
Don’t Hate
I’m just being me
From the tips of the strands of my hair
And the smile in my alluring eyes
Don’t hate, I’m just being me
And when I walk with my head held high
With every step and shakes in my curved thighs
Don’t hate, I’m just being me
Or how about when I’m not feeling too good
And I may come off heavy and strong
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Like sometimes when things are crazy and disarrayed
But I scratch and claw to get everything straight
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Even when I’m voicing my opinion
And it is important to me because I’m on a mission
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Or when I choose to do what you are too afraid to do
And my motto is you have nothing to loose
Don’t hate I’m just being me
And having the courage to move forward
After vicious storms were brought onward
Don’t hate I’m just being me
Categories:
come off, beauty,
Form:
Narrative
A cautionary tale I have for you.
Trust no one that you see on Halloween,
especially whom you’ve opened your door to.
Trickery diabolical I’ve seen.
One Halloween while feasting with a friend
on Reece’s pieces (popular for treats),
the door bell rang. Who knew it was the end
of my poor friend? She thought they wanted sweets.
Three vampires with one alien just said,
“Can you come off your porch?" She was apprised
of someone who was hurt and nearly dead.
She left with them, then vanished. Paralyzed
was I. It was abduction. After dawn
I only found some blood where she had gone!
Oct. 27, 2020 for Emile Pinet's Halloween Challenge Contest
Words used: alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Categories:
come off, halloween,
Form:
Sonnet
Falling out of bed
Reading the headline
Drink Tea, cereal and a juicy fruit
Watching the clouds teasing to spit
Dressing quietly arranging lunch in my head
Locking the door
Walking, shuffling,
Looking straight ahead.
Come off the train when it starts to rain
“I have arrived” I tell myself but of course my colleagues don’t hear,
They all fell out of bed too in seems.
My employee mask is slightly loose today
Did it ever fit anyway?
At my desk writing a poem
Humming a song
Another working day has begun….
Categories:
come off, business, on work and
Form:
Residue
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams
Lurking near the bottles filled with
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a
mother cries her countless tears
Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve
We’ll go dancing nightly
in the attic
while the moon is rising
in the sky
If I’m too drunk tell me,
I’m so scared your little
head will come off
in my hands
What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect
Counting money residue on
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing
in toothless whining rancid wails
Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise
This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs,
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
Categories:
come off, horror, imagination, money, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Amid colorful roses, and lovely dahlias, within a garden,
I found my space in a corner, a wildflower bred by no one,
Though my mistress wished to uproot me as a weed, I was firmly grounded.
My roots so tangled didn’t come off easy, and I refused to budge an inch.
So, I was allowed to be there amid the other plants.
When she watered her garden, I absorbed some aqua molecules like a sponge.
When she manured her plants, I drew nourishment like a famished child.
When butterflies befriended lovely flowers, I stayed silent,
with a secret craving for an amorous moment.
When the season came, I burst into bloom, outshining all other flowers.
Yes, I am an Anemone resembling close to Poppy or Dogwood.
On my delicate stem, I am cradled by the lullaby of the wind.
Now I stay so confident, smile so easily, and laugh without care.
I can grow where I like, you cannot tame me, I am a wildflower…!
Categories:
come off, flower, garden,
Form:
Personification