Best Creeping Poems
Tender tendrils climb the wall
Up towards the sky
Past the latticed windows tall
Clinging on from high.
Then in springtime buds in red
Pout with lips apart
Inhibitions they all shed
And seduce my heart.
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Contest: A 7/5 Trochee
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed: 1st
Categories:
creeping, rose,
Form:
Quatrain
Wearing clothes to bed simply makes no sense
I must float freely on my waterbed
But when I wake in the morning, I’m tense
Wrinkles from the sheets on my skin imbed
Rolling out of bed, I lower my head
All of my windows and blinds are open
Crawling, I fear neighbors might see butt skin
A snake, I slither in my birthday suit
Trying to avoid boob sighting again
And the tattoo that sits on my “patoot”
I made a mistake reaching for my robe
The rack fell down hard, landing on me
Here I lay thinking my world’s out of whack
I struggle but there’s no way to get free
My Life Alert bracelet rang out quickly
No success grabbing a sheet from the bed
The rescuers arrived in warp-speed time
To find a nude lady well past her prime
Face down, the tattoo was now in full view
Explaining what happened, I’d quite a time
*Entry for Cyndi’s “Birthday Suit” contest
April 24, 2012
Categories:
creeping, angst, funny,
Form:
Dizain
My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly to release their swirling spiral tendrils,
Tendrils that will adhere and entwine and entangle you in my words.
You have whispered to me a challenge and I quiver with joy,
My need to capture you is overwhelming, I am driven to win;
I will do anything you request of me to impress and to please you,
But to lose, it is unfathomable and I can become hostile and clinging.
Can you not see my words so lovely, like wandering thread,
I am tranquility and you can rest in my coolness and my shade;
Hugging, caressing whispering to your muse my beautiful wordiness,
Come wrap yourself in my words, be entwined, there will be no escape.
I was born to write innocent words, to give my writing power,
My need is great, to be acknowledge and known is my one goal;
Nothing else will be acceptable, I crave your muse to hear my cry,
Take my wild poetic words and poems high and let me shine in the sun.
Let's make a deal, if you release me on my upward journey,
I will not encircle you in my wandering seeking green tendrils;
Withdrawal of my choking, hanging greenness will be your reward,
You will be quite safe after I withdraw my clinging hold on your muse.
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September 23, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Like Creeping Tendrils
Copyright Protected, ID 15-711-661-0
all Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, You Want It Bad, Then Bribe Me,
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Fourth Place
Categories:
creeping, poetry, success, words, writing,
Form:
Verse
A leaf, curled and crimson,
bends beneath branches,
burdened by cold and creeping chaos.
Categories:
creeping, angst, dark, feelings, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
In the ocean of my sleep stars glow like fragile seeds
and I sail across the celestial tranquil black sky
where silence is hanging sublime
and I fall through this dark warm dream
my hair a flowing river
and I drift to beautiful places and green lush temples
but my tranquility is soon hanging from branches
dripping in the grey woods of my mind
lost in a crowd of nameless faces
thick like trees in the woods at night
with eyes blank as statues
and a hundred whispers silent to my hearing
just shadows swaying in the silence- swaying in rhythm
O, it is a restless dream, endless
I want to shout- stop, stop worshiping golden Gods
you are empty, alone and cold bone
but I am lost in the sounds of silence, a dream prisoner
lost in the whirling silence that surrounds me
and the stars are flashing, exploding, bursting, blazing
and my dream is falling to ashes
I wake to a dawn distant and dark
with echoes of silent thoughts
in my heart . . .
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July 24, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Visions Creeping
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1168-509-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration - Sounds of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel
Written for the contest, Sounds of Silence
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
Categories:
creeping, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Age creeps up in subtle ways,
Beyond the wrinkles or the grays,
A loss of tolerance and spark
And choosing to stay in the dark
When new technology appears,
Which would require switching gears.
A mind, once sharp, now letting go
Of things it always used to know.
A tiredness which settles in
Where second winds would once begin.
But mostly knowing, like a curse,
That things will just keep getting worse.
Categories:
creeping, age,
Form:
Rhyme
It starts out so small
A single dark spot
Ending the summer trek
Sand sticky and black
Like an artery cut open
It continues to pulse
Sludge sliding across the water
Toxins pump through the ocean
The hemmorage cannot be stopped
Using Nature against herself
Coating the fowl while drowning the fish
Snuffing the life from the sea
Categories:
creeping, animals, death, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas is creeping in.
I’ve seen my first quality street tin.
The John Lewis advert is out
And the motorised reindeers about.
Shop windows glitter and glow,
Ladbrookes give odds on the snow,
The eyes of the new generation
Are fixed on the latest PlayStation
Mariah Carey is on every show
That pumps out from the radio.
Signs on the roundabouts point
To the nearest Christmas tree joint.
Loft ladders are let down once more
To retrieve the decs from their store
Dads swear in temper and stress
“How could the lights get in this mess ? “
Will there be any turkeys left
Or will the table look bereft ?
Must dig out the walnut cracker
And get my nails booked for a lacquer .
Christmas films on every channel
Full of righteous, festive, flannel
In which life’s drama and life’s dread
Is all made right with gingerbread.
Cinnamon taints everything
Oh Hark - the herald angels sing
But there’s little Christmas love or grace
When you cannot find a parking space.
Supermarkets fill their shelves
With stollen cakes and chocolate elves,
And blokes buy beer to stow away
That’s mostly drunk by Christmas Day.
While some begin to deck the halls
And others feast on cheese footballs
Some just sit and contemplate
How did we all get in this state ?
The days just disappear
As the Yuletide feast gets near.
The shopping list keeps growing
And there’s endless to and froing
Time to pour that glass of Sherry
Time to consult Mary Berry
To make the perfect Christmas pud
The way that only Mary could.
The pogues ring out on Christmas Eve
Shoppers bustle, wind and weave
Through busy crowds they dodge and shift
To find that perfect Christmas gift.
Carollers by the corn exchange
Suddenly come into range
Familiar carols tug the heart
With words that speak of a new start
Will Noddy Holder save the day ?
Will we escape this Yule affray ?
But don’t give up, if all else fails
You’ve got the January sales.
© Mike Miller
Categories:
creeping, christmas, together,
Form:
Rhyme
Cold Night Creeping
I saw the dark and cold night creeping,
pushing out day’s glorious light,
that reassured despair’s delight
in stirring hopeless sounds of sleeping.
I felt the pain of daydreams dying
flowing through my heart and soul
and ringing loud the painful dole
of night’s long song of stillness crying.
Then came the faith in morning dawning,
spreading its most brilliant ray;
quick born again was hope of day
that thru dark webs of night was spawning.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Judged: 10/01/2018
Categories:
creeping, dark, light, metaphor,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
My creeping beeping peeping Tomlin Murky
Sent his ballsy brethren Beetles bumpy bun
All looked at him an ass in haste post chaise Oh
Bunny sunny money nanny all Tom loves
Gentle Timmy tricky tootle off to none
Happy sappy Beetle Tomlin's job is done
Beetle poet makes his journey million years hence
Thank you Tomlin thank you Timmy thank you all.
Categories:
creeping, fun,
Form:
Canzone
Up the alleyways creeps Death
Hoping to take your last breath
Darkly cloaked and demon-eyed
You had better run and hide
Searching high and searching low
Death shall strike the final blow
In every dark corner he looks
All the crannies,all the nooks
If he finds you you're all done
There'll be no place left to run
So on Halloween be extra fast
Or else that night might be your last!
Categories:
creeping, fantasy, holidayhalloween,
Form:
Couplet
Darkness Creeping Closer
Darkness creeping closer
Loneliness, sorrow and despair
Running, screaming, pleading
But no one seems to care
Alone in the dark
Not one sign of light
No way out of it
No strength to fight
Everyday is harder
Than the day before
Everyday she grows weaker
So tired, don't want to fight it anymore
Darkness creeping closer
Loneliness, sorrow and despair
Running, screaming, pleading
Why doesn't anyone care
Can't you people see
That I can't stand being me
Can't you people see
I don't want to keep on living
Tired of all the stress
Sadness in my heart
Darkness creeping closer
No light to break up the dark
*** Some of the poems I've posted are from a book I started making, in it i explain the darkness of past days i had, I have made it to help others see that even on the darkest of days we can stand strong. :) I thank God everyday for giving me the strength to hold on and the will to keep on, otherwise i wouldn't be here sharing my poetry with you and the world. :)
Categories:
creeping, anxiety, dark, depression, emotions,
Form:
Upon me now, a dread has come creeping.
Dreamless, I’m lying awake in my bed.
Into my very bones it is sinking.
Upon me now, a dread has come creeping.
If I only could, I should be weeping,
But I arise to write this poem instead.
Upon me now, a dread has come creeping.
Dreamless, I’m lying awake in bed.
Motif: Gothic
Written by Andrea Dietrich
*Written a while back when I had some stress in my life.
Now using it for the short poem contest part III of Giorgio A.V.
Categories:
creeping, angst, me,
Form:
Triolet
Silence of the night, bring so much fear
He stole; he took, from me what is dear
That creaking old board that’s loose in the hall
The monster that tried to hinder my call
Mama; help me, this isn’t right
Your man in my room creeping in the night
Don’t you care that your baby is being raped
Don’t you care how her world is being shaped?
How can you lay there mama and hear my screams
How can you let this monster in my dreams?
How can your heart say you love me so much
But yet you let this monster fill me with hurt
I’m your little girl; you should keep me in your sight
But you let your monster creep in my room at night
The smell of his breath, and deceit in his mind
You let this monster rape me time after time
I’m afraid mama, can’t you see I’m scared
Please keep this monster out of my bed
I hear you crying in the room next door
How long will you lay there, how much more?
Why let him ruin your little girl’s life
Why let him creep in my bed at night
Every time he touch me I call out your name
You stand outside my door crying won’t do a thang
I cry all the time because I’m filled with fright
Cause your man won’t stop creeping in my room at night
Categories:
creeping, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
I feel the time is creeping like a vine,
upon the trellis of another day.
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
A trumpet honeysuckle climbing,
inviting hummingbirds and butterflies,
to indulge beauty of another day.
a red flowering climbing vine
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
as time quietly slips away.
While perching songbirds serenade
ruby-throated hummingbirds toast the day.
sweetly sipping fruit nectar from a vine;
Creeping, Crawling, Leaping;
sharing the sweet taste of red trumpet wine
Categories:
creeping, animal, beautiful, bird, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry