Best Craves Poems
"12 Days of Christmas Craves"
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love sent to me
12 twinkling tiaras
Eleven emerald elephants
Ten Tiffany trinkets
Nine naughty negligees
Eight echoing elves
Seven sequined stars
Six sexy singers
Five fake fingernails s s s
Four furry foxes
Three tingling tamborines
Two turtledoves
And peach tree in pail via e-mails s s s.
*For P.D.'S 12 Days of Christmas.
*Written by: Linda-Marie "Sweetheart".
Categories:
craves, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
huntsman craves trophy
so spends hours, silent wait…
golden snow bears proof
Categories:
craves, nature, seasons,
Form:
Senryu
She just wants to be noticed
Attention is what she craves
No one feels her pain
No one sees her scars
A disappointment and an empty heart
She thinks no better of herself
So what does she do?
She takes that blade
She slits her wrists
She cuts, she cuts, she cuts
“Why do you do this to me?”
The blood drips as she cries
She goes to school
People laugh, people stare
Why does nobody see it?
Why does nobody care?
She sits on a bench, bullied and scared
She doesn’t know what to do now
What will make them see?
What will make them care?
She just wants to be noticed
Attention is what she craves
No one feels her pain
No one sees her scars
A disappointment and an empty heart
She thinks no better of herself
So what does she do?
She takes that gun
She pulls that trigger
“Oh, they’ll notice now”
The blood pools, she no longer needs to cry
“Why do you do this to me?”
She just wants to be noticed
Attention is what she craves
Categories:
craves, absence, abuse, anti bullying,
Form:
Lyric
Brain Waves and Body Craves
A magnetism
Either draws things together
Or spreads them apart.
Are slaves to brain waves;
What entire body craves;
Rich or poor or knaves.
Are necessary
For our functions to carry
On so we exist.
A negative sign
Indicates a disruption
To normal events.
After we inspect
Items are sure to detect
When not in balance.
Problems we can solve;
Find answers to each question,
So badly needed.
Space satellites should be able to
detect negative signs of activities,
images and brain waves. This is
based on when a high level of
negativism is being displayed.
Precise geodetic location of any
criminal activity, ISIS activity
and destroying tombstones
activity should be able to be
detected. All things consist
either positive, negative or
neutral ions. If they are no
in proper alignment or out
of balance space satellites
should be able to detect this.
Satellites then could become
built in security systems.
Jim Horn
Categories:
craves, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
Desperation travels my marrows,
still breath stealing all my tomorrows
the blessing of your love I couldn't show
whirling and coiling me up like tornadoes
dispirited in my shadow
come save me now, I cry a billion folds
if you see my face again, you wouldn't know
to where have gone all of my rainbows.
This place is not a home,
no colours in my world,
if there’s one place I know,
it wouldn't lead me home
goodbye to all my folks
I’m so frail and cold
the more I try to hold,
my breath goes so slow
I wouldn't know,
I wouldn't know,
I wouldn't know...
if I could see you once more.
Desperation travels my marrows,
so shameful; I still dwell in underworld
and myself I can’t find in the mirror
the silent voice from an underdog,
screams "free my soul" in muted mode
it’s hard to die or to live, now I know
still in continuous run from my shadow.
This fate is from above?
I want to know
I, I, I want to know
This heavy load
bends me low
ooh, presses me low!
will I be freed of this woe;
of the wasteful life that I behold?
I, I, I want to know
What are these addles
and muddled riddles?
I wouldn't know,
I, I, I wouldn't know
If I could love you once more?
Desperation travels my marrows
it so hurts, please let me go
I want to go, oh, oh let me go
to find my shadow from below
this way, that way in a circle
in a lifetime rigmarole
and I think there’s no way to go
Categories:
craves, blue, break up, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
Fudgesickles on a stick
will do the trick
to curb your appetite
way at night
the only problem is
they're next to the
orange cream
and once you see
them looking at you
if you don't have one
of those too
you will turn a deep
shade of blue
and once that orange
cream is gone
you just have to eat
another one... so, on
and on it goes....
all through the night...
no need to fight
an urge such as this...
Categories:
craves, food
Form:
The man she craves has every inch
of her body lusting for his every being.
From his physical approach she can
see with her hazel lit eyes.
Every curvage of his muscles
as they flex his manly arms
that could wrap around her
entire body and keep her tight.
For every time that mysteriously
sexy smirk with his soft full lips
that swipes across his face.
And his deep agenda hidden eyes
that pierce through her heart with every second.
To his personality that is so widely different
from those walking every foot of this area.
With the humor that leaks smart ass across
every word that slips out his mouth.
To his ability to make you think about
any topic further than you possibly could imagine.
A man whose honest to his children by doing
all that he can do to provide for them without his needs.
Her cravings dont stop here for all that there is you could
never fully take in every ounce
Categories:
craves, love, body,
Form:
Blank verse
He always took care to be prepared for visitors who never came.
Each day is brand new in the old man's mind
today he will look his best
for today they will come.
So long ago, like a vague memory
he was vital and strong, he provided
worked harder than most, yet he might have
neglected the needs of his young family.
the sun is setting
he wears his best suit and tie
waiting for loved ones
he sits alone bleeding tears
dying for the love he craves
Written on 9/8/2016
Categories:
craves, lost love, sad,
Form:
Verse
Gerry Gigabyte, a robotic delight,
sat on a lab roof in morning’s light,
calculating earth’s current position;
amid the stars found a new addition.
His neuro-radar swiftly did detect,
upon it tiny moving carbon-based specks,
life forms that were humanoids,
he was surprised there were no androids.
This tiny planet of pepto-pink,
gave him pause to then rethink...
perhaps there are many earth-like planets
among the exoplanets and proto-planets?
After all there are many suns and moons
around which other planets grew;
still he hoped to find just one
that other robots may just run.
He’d love to visit and commune
with others whom he could be in tune;
this robot of unusual intellect
greatly craved an interstellar trek.
Oh shuttling through space was nice
though he preferred his very own kind;
the earthlings were an interesting lot,
still he preferred the company of other robots.
As morning wore on he calculated
as sun came up he was elated!
Detecting binary messages now;
there were other robots, holy cow!
So he formulated a clever plan
and it was ever oh so grand;
He’d sneak into the Virgin Galactic’s shuttle
but, he’d have to quickly scuttle.
Then Branson’s pride prematurely ascended
his plans now thoroughly upended.
But, Gerry Gigabyte’s enjoying his ride,
a free trip to space to meet his own kind.
Categories:
craves, children, computer, fantasy, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
I Crave Faith & it Craves Me!
Yearning a faith in him
that did farther invariably
out of reach.
Disliking this mind-boggler, how
it had become of me
to possess the inability to swear
on bestowing faith in him.
I thought it impossible after intense
pain, grief and loneliness.
To trust the belief and his love
that he asked of me, never pressured.
Words not words
But, passionate feelings he expressed so often.
Allowing me that trust, togetherness and
dependence shared between.
How he never wavered?
I question even regret. Ardently throb and agonize.
A fortress of strength to me, In the past I could not express that for him.
Fear arrived, would he hold that over me?
They said I was crazy!
I know you think it too.
Being loyal and in love, means
at times to act that little bit naïve.
Sometimes disheartened, yet assured and everyday
Trying. Grasping the sureness with dedication.
Categories:
craves, angst, confusion, faith, love,
Form:
Free verse
That beauty craves it's place
alive with white light
You
walk the tightrope
we live with lines of change
so fast
seem to want it all
not ever knowing what "it" really is
making judgments based on uncertainty
we lean on history
consoled in the repetition of mistakes
seeing them engraved in stone
like markers in a cemetery
passed on to one another (concepts)
passed on, souls, one to another (lives)
a spark that fills matter
precious life
precious life
Too sacred to destroy.
Categories:
craves, beauty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Everything so pure
So rough look deep in those
Eyes and see no gain
Look within those hands and see no lines
My fears so shattered in this mist
My heart so cold as ice
In this love triangle am in
As I lay down in this cold floor
Wonders wonder around this
Meaningless body
The tension around this welcoming
House so tender so thick but
But as dark a mouses hall
Deep deep I dig in this floor
As l look up and smile..... look
At me the flowers Bloom as l
Dream but die as I get lost
In this meaningful ceiling
Get lost she shouts
Go away as she screams......
Tears tears the only hope I see.....
Hope that was once lost
But never to be found
Laugh all you want
Cry all you want but smile while
You still can......
Noise as deep as the sea
Peace as quite a river flow......
That's all she craves
Categories:
craves, beauty, dark, irony, lonely,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
My heartbeat rose to your arrival
It regulates itself for it's survival
Your sweet talks flows like a river to my heart
It energizes and heals my broken heart
Life is devoid of love without you
I am still alive breathing only for you
Without love anyone's life can be a living hell
That constantly craves to ring the love bell
I want to get lost in your love symphonies
So that everyday I can organize your love ceremonies
When the cruel force called pain stings me
I call you instantly to save me
'You are mine', it is my declaration to God
No one can reject it, not even your Dad.
I walked through miseries of life
Hoping that one day you will become my wife
A barrage of negative thoughts cannot shake me
As long as you are present with me.
Your presence indeed fills me with courage
That allows me to battle through any stage
God has already written a manuscript
It is none other than our famous love script
Hard days are manufactured to test us
We go through all and no one can stop us
I don't understand why I turned poetic
To possess you, it is not a form of tactic
You are a remote controller to my movements
I can live through any predicaments.
My mind has captured your face through the eye camera
You are going to be eternal there my love Sara.
Categories:
craves, care, i love you,
Form:
ABC
poor frazzled mum craves sleep
but prepares babe’s night time bottles
as his tiny clothes tumble dry
she’s exhausted ... meanwhile
her newborn sleeps like a baby
Writing Challenge 2, May 2019, Lind68868 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart
Theme 1. A living scene
5/16/19
Categories:
craves, baby, mother, sleep,
Form:
Verse
A storm brews a cause for coffee,
Coffee bruise hearts of fears to be,
Dicey fate of affairs,
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls free,
The counting stopped after thirty,
A word to the wise shares,
Precautions have been made, maybe,
Fears will be soothe with more coffee,
Good that there is much cares,
Seems to quiet down a bit wee,
But just keep making more coffee,
Cause we said our prayers,
And the rain has stopped, finally,
Now we can head home most safely,
So we left empty chairs,
For having left rather quickly,
All to our homes, separately,
~~Empty coffee pot bares.
Date: 06/12/2019
Categories:
craves, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Tail-rhyme