Best Curb Poems
Parts of our lives are always a little messed up,
but we don't have to try to fix each other,
that we can do on our own if we choose to try.
What I want to be is realistic,
without just walking away,
because we can't be together every day.
Don't quite like or understand the concept,
if someone doesn't fit right in our lives,
they're gone,
out on the curb like an old sofa.
There is an old saying,
a romantic never gives up on a love.
What I don't want to give up,
is whatever you can share with me,
not because I think you're perfect,
or we can be together on a given day.
It's this thing called caring about you,
and loving you in my own unique ways.
Categories:
curb, people,
Form:
Free verse
HORRID HARMONY
She’s a horrible lady who does horrible things
But man, the lady sings
She’ll bend a note while you lend an ear
And her falsetto is something you really must hear
She’s an insolent woman with wicked ways
She wants to be worshipped but never prays
Yet she makes every song seem a lullaby
Until her finale begins to make you cry
The refrain didn’t cause too much pain
But on her sheet music there’s an indelible stain
She’ll sing a love song and make you think it’s especially for you
But I know men who’ll attest to the fact that she sang it to more than a few
It’s not so much in her isolating eyes
It’s not so much that she’s so very wise
It’s not so much a future of her dalliances and flings
Because I’m telling you men there’s no escaping her once the horrid lady sings
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
In advance I thank the three people who read this for having done so
Categories:
curb, angst, music, song, men,
Form:
Cinqku
At the airport, the
white curb is for loading and
unloading only.
Categories:
curb, education,
Form:
Haiku
TRUMP IN THE NETHER NETHER
If irate American born Mexicans were to rally together,
Around the world, they could perhaps cunningly tether,
Possibly calm, an uncaring, inhumane disliked leader
Maybe curb the actions of this Mexican bleeder,
Or, banish him forever to the land of nether, nether!
2nd Limerick of a trilogy
Categories:
curb, leadership,
Form:
Limerick
Life in the fast lane
... is go, go, go,
Fleeting in vain ...
Take the one that's slow
100 miles per hour
Pedal to the metal,
One foot has the power
To let that needle settle
Time goes by fast
It goes fast enough,
Speeding right passed
All the good stuff
Rush, rush, rush
There is time to lose,
With stop signs lush
They're there to use
Take a break ...
With life, superb,
For your own sake
Pull over to the curb.
Categories:
curb, appreciation, car, change, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Give me some of that ole raz a ma taz
Play me some beat give me jazz
Air check backbeat block chords Fusion Bridge
Get down with in
Play a little diddle
Fet me some
Play a little diddle
Fer me come on boy
Kicking the can to the curb
So upturn
Boy, I am focused
Got my open-toe shoes on
And one glitter glove
In step of rhythm I am
Kicking the can to the curb
10/8/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Categories:
curb, adventure, anxiety,
Form:
Lyric
The curb children sit on the curbs in front of their houses
Boys with boys and girls with girls
They’re between the ages of five and eight
They have nice backyards but all the cars and people
That go by can only be seen if they sit on the curb
They stare at the drivers passing by
As the drivers slowly drive by and smile
The boys have their bikes next to them on the curb
And the girls have their dolls with them in their arms
Their front doors are open and an adult is sitting on the porch
The boys get on their bikes and ride down the streets
The girls look at the boys and run in the house to get something to eat
I just love to see the curb children
They’re so cute and sweet
Categories:
curb, children, girl, sweet, ,
Form:
Prose Poetry
At the curb
Without its mother
Rusty creature
Up to your knee
New born from the wild
Of unwanted chances
Hobbles on training wheels
Pink-perked handlebar ears
Hand written sign
FREE
Dangling by string
Around its neck
Cottonwood freckles
Snowing seed from the spring
Dots the little thing
The mailbox
And manicured lawn
Camouflages
A hesitation
At a honking horn
From our new neighbor
With young kids
Waving to the old
Out the window
Creature
Waits
Looks
Obedient
To the end or another beginning.
Categories:
curb, appreciation, change, color, endurance,
Form:
Free verse
Curb The Herb With Verve
Instead of controlling and then try and curb
California has named Marijuana as State Herb;
When there went;
Became impotent;
Smoking and use of are each correct verb.
James Horn
Categories:
curb, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
In case you curb desires, then you win
As your mind is devoid of any bad greed
By suppressing peevish ideas, you clean
Your mind and grow there peace-flowers
Only by overcoming our mind, we succeed
In doing great acts of valor and real merit
We must boost our confidence with skill
And that is possible if we are sagacious
All the negative ideas must be fully banned
Wishes harmful in any way must be stopped
Every possible right thing must be carried out
None must suffer and we must also not suffer
Slavish tendency and superiority complex
Are all very bad things to be by us rejected
We must keep a balanced approach finely
To live on this beautiful Earth with people
We must accept every verdict and attempt
To march toward progress via wise ways
On our path may come hurdles to hinder
Our greatness lies in winning over them.
Categories:
curb, anger, betrayal, bullying, conflict,
Form:
Blank verse
What we suspect is almost always never what it seems,
So why make assumptions we put in place and believe,
Some things we know beyond the shadow of a doubt,
And even then we're still trying to figure it out,
I've had it, I'm done...control can take a backseat,
I'm finished trying so hard, when it's almost never what it seems,
Curve ball after curve ball, I surrender,
I'm gonna let life happen and just get it together,
If you care, you show it, you know the difference,
Words without actions are beautiful from a distance,
Don't take it serious, keep an open mind,
The truth always comes out in its place n time...
Categories:
curb, growth,
Form:
Light Verse
Years ago, not yesterday
When I was dumb and young
I lost the man and children I love
A new life had begun
I forgave us
For all we did wrong
Accepted the consequences
Tried to move on
Memories were making my heart weep
Evidence of them everywhere
Put the worst of it all in the trash
To the curb it went from there
I found myself letting go
Of the things that made me cry
To this day your heading to the curb
My love, good-bye
Even the things that make me love you
Pictures, a letter, notebooks too
They're heading for the trash
Since I will never have love from you
It takes alot of courage
To call me after years had past
I can't imagine your pain and hate
But , my forgiveness you'll always have
If you decide to listen
To what I have to say
Please feel free to walk with me
Hand in hand...anytime...any day
I know you inside and out
I cannot judge for what is done
But I can tell you everything is at the curb
Waiting for the trashman in the hot sun.
Categories:
curb, forgiveness, life, loss, lost
Form:
Rhyme
There she lies, all bruised and bleeding.
She always gets up.
There's no conceding.
She'll never comprehend the reason.
Was it too easy because she was seasoned?
Another's strong emotional reaction kicked her to the curb.
Now she's in traction.
A broken system in the dust.
Whom can one truly trust?
Regardless how cloudy some days seem to be,
the sun will break thru eventually.
Categories:
curb, feelings, trust, truth,
Form:
Light Verse
Trump had preferred to eat a certain herb;
When he did caused him to hit crucial curb;
Heard horn honkers,
And he went bonkers;
Driving hard bargain many would disturb.
Jim Horn
Categories:
curb, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Christmas trees, some quite superb,
All sit neglected, at the curb.
They’d graced somebody’s living room
‘Til needles cried out for a broom.
Then they were stripped and dragged out, bare,
Just like the owners didn’t care.
Their ornaments were boxed away
Until another Christmas day.
But all their glory came and went;
For them, there is no real lament.
Alas, they sit and, with no pardon,
They’ll be mulched for someone’s garden.
How the proud and mighty fall!
Whether they were short or tall,
Every tree, once so ornate,
Will suffer such a lowly fate.
Categories:
curb, holiday, introspection,
Form:
Couplet