Best Cut In Poems
Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
Dancing in puddles now filled up with laughter
Running through traffic as cars speed away
Searching for words in the headlines of morning
Writing of moons and the stars on display
Collecting my thoughts when I think I will never
Painting a smile on a rusted front door
Lifting a rock just to see what is under
Shopping for clothes in a grocery store
Looking through openings cut in the carpet
Reaching atop lonely sycamore trees
Juggling penguins, now where did that come from
Asking a bird what it knows about bees
Planting a bush in the depths of the ocean
Baking a cake in a rooftop design
Sweating the small when the big stuff does happen
Thinking of beer when I’d rather have wine
Wearing a frown in the moments I’m happy
Pushing a cart with a wobbly wheel
Lurking in shadows that form on the sunset
Dreaming of things that are hopefully real
Finding that all I have written is nonsense
All of the verses above will now show
When all I wanted to say was I love you
Like in these stanzas I’ve written below
Penning a poem to say what I’m feeling
Wishing the phrases will reach to your heart
Sending you hints of my steadfast devotion
Scribbling fonts that we never shall part
All that I am is now all that you make me
There is no one that this man could love more
You are the girl that I’ve wanted forever
Eternally you’ll be the one I adore
So there you have it, quite crazy but true
Poetic ramblings from deep in my mind
Where it is light with some dark in the corners
There is no telling the things you might find
11/03/19
The reason I think this poem is Trophy Worthy is it is one of my favorite poems, because it is me. A good amount of fun and nonsense and a lot of beautiful love which is what fuels my pen. I believe my cadence and rhymes are very good and it was a fun poem to write. I think those who read it really enjoyed it because it made them smile and that is usually my goal when writing poetry.
Categories:
cut in, fun, love, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Blowing Blissfully In Immense Wheat Fields Of Fertile Minds
Upon the soft winds and the unenduring pallid breeze
with its ragged, hot breath a flaming torch of frozen tease
she that keeps her knives ready to cut in so very deep
and poisons the pleasurable hours that tender heart sleeps
her beauty its mirage displays a glitterings of gold
and her spoken words cried by spirit far too damn bold
she that has the magnificent beauty of a siren's face
stole ravenous beating heart, without any to replace
as I drown in deep waters polluted by her foul breath
I feel the lying whisper of a very painful death
as pale sky and bold seas both cast their powers far adrift
and in glory oft Heaven sent, dear blessings that uplift.
Blowing blissfully in immense wheat fields of fertile minds.
Are visions from word magicians, immeasurably stone blind!
Robert J. Lindley, dark sonnet
March 25th, 1973
Categories:
cut in, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
I took her hand at sweet sixteen
Kissed her on the cheek
The clouds looked down
We were about to be drowned
No umbrellas to protect our dreams
I held her hand
As we ran and ran
Raindrops kissing our cheeks
I gazed up at her delicious peeks
I said sorry sweet, do not cry
A tear she shed
As she bled
Her love was cut in two
She looked at me, as if to plea
Shivering she said, don’t mind me I am wet
Wipe away my damp memories
Categories:
cut in, beauty, creation, cute love,
Form:
Light Verse
People say that love never fails,
That all is fair in love and war,
But really, how do you know,
What love can or can not do?
And if all is fair in love and war, then
Why does someone always end up getting hurt?
I know my love will never fail,
Because I love you with all my heart and soul,
Because I would give my life for you,
And everything I am or have just to be with you.
However, I can not be fair to all
Because all is not fair in love and war.
I wish to hurt no one, so I don't,
But by doing so, I hurt myself.
My heart wants to be with you so much
And yet I wish to hurt no one.
So I don't, I don't confess my love for you,
I keep it locked inside,
And as a friend I stay by your side.
My love for you remains forever pure and unchanged.
I love you, Yes, I do, with all my heart and soul,
With all that I am and hope to be just for you.
My heart untamed and wild, dreaming of what if,
But it's cut in half by the love I feel for both.
My heart belongs to you but only half,
Because I gave the other half away to him.
Now I suffer for my love, for both are great,
But only one, I wish I could be with forever.
All is not fair in love and war,
So I love you both and suffer much,
Because my heart is wounded, torn in half.
I can not speak of my deep love for you,
I can not confess my feelings to you.
So I go on with my life pretending nothing's wrong.
Why must I go on without your love?
It's faith, I guess, that I suffer so.
It's destiny to love you so.
Categories:
cut in, friendship, love, sad, heart,
Form:
Free verse
You know we’re very poor, of that we have certainly, never denied.
Then the ‘Obama-I-don’t-Care’ gave us another whammy, Yes, indeed! Oh My!
Now, it’s Peanut butter we will have for supper, and even that we’ll spread thin.
And the little birdies we gave a cup of bird seed, occasionally, when we dared…
Well, this morning they got a handfull of Fruit Loops, and they were really stale!
With the sugar they have in galore, now birdies are doing cartwheels at my door.
All that crazy energy, they’re acting just like my kids. Hey! Is that my old phone?
They’re texting wildly! Not watching where they go! Hey! There’s a tree! Oh No!
Some are doing cartwheels… While others are staggering back and forth!
But bird seeds not an option, under Obamas new plan, now! Don’t you know!
We ate it all last week, on our free cheese, from the Food Pantry, Not! A! Joke!
He was supposed to make it affordable, now he put food… WAY out the door!
Hey! We WERE the poor ones! Now we’re worse, as he runs away! By Darn!
OOOPPPS! Maybe Fruit Loops weren’t such a good idea, after all, I surmise!
The Dirty Birdies, are walking upside down, in circles, saying they want more!
If only they had hands! I’d get out my camera, but I hocked it, for the food store!
We had good insurance before the ‘Obama-I-Don’t-Care’! But Now it’s gone…
And our small paycheck was cut in half! So I stopped my cable!… Well, Darn!
Hubby walks miles to work, in the snow, backwards, no shoes, uphill! It’s true!
Excuse me! I have to go! For it’s off to the Food Pantry, with others I am bound!
I’d impeach that silly idiot! But I’d rather, he had to eat, just like us, at our house!
Hey! Maybe that explains his crazy actions… Take his Fruit Loops away, By Gosh!
And when you’re done, make sure he uses the same ‘Obama-I-Don’t-Care’… As us!
Then take away that raise from Congress… to fill the Food Pantries… Yea! I SAY!
When you’re done! Remember to vote Them ALL OUT! For what they have done today!
Then send them Dumpster Diving with me… Because they’ll need to learn the art!
Darn! What Now? Oh Oh! Those little Dirty Birdies… Have learned how to fart!
Categories:
cut in, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
You start with a small pumpkin.
Clean it, cut in cubes,
Fry with bacon and onions
A little butter.
Add salt and pepper
Till tender
Sigh!
Written 10.26.2017
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest:
Make Me Drool with Epulaeryu
7th
Categories:
cut in, celebration, desire, food, happy,
Form:
Epulaeryu
A significantly different day
No bread or milk
empty for toilet paper
Reduced opening hours in grocery stores
- Home insulation with
respiratory infection
Rationing on medicines
School closes -
no leisure activities
No daycare
No bus or taxi
No traveling abroad
All aboard aircraft and boat
must in quarantine
Large preventive measure
Dramatic cut in hotel beds
The church cancels all services
Closed office buildings
No cinema or theater
Today our first victim
as a result of the coronavirus
My deepest condolences to the family
~ "Normal life" is paused
Let this time bring out the best in us
12.03.2020
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
cut in, crazy, scary, world,
Form:
Free verse
Moon In Auburn
As the stars were heaped upon a mantles Shangri-La
The miniature toy town beneath its cape
Quiet hung in yellow golden windows lit
So silent in the dales and woods blanket
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Crisp and cloudless chill less coldness
With the twin of the moon fluxed silver blue
In the tiny handmaidens mirror of reflection
Natures dark slept beneath the shadows of her hand
And she crept in dreams
Within the tip toe of cats
Rendered the night through amber eyes
Glistening on the turns of lovers kisses
For all the endless that she misses
Arched above an eternal sky
She is drawn to the moss of rocks
And clings in branches hung with lichen
To the feathered damp of leaves
Which catch her spark
Just a whisper footfalls breezes shifter
In the country lanes of ancient mazes
By stone wall and rabbits foot
Close upon the dandelions head
With all the disguised colours leaping on unseen acoustics
Were hidden amongst rivulet beds
Catching the silver blue
The dog fox cry echoed from the moon
And swung out the flax upon the stars
Fingers traced their destiny within those pinpoint suns
A pattern constellation traits of has; she was born
The atonement of steady reckoning he had
Cut in trough on the ploughed earth
Where all the seeds of tomorrow had been scattered
With all their promises of a seasons ripening
Old songs sung of proud man “John Barleycorn”
And the distillation of his bone and marrow
And while the stars piled high on their Shangri-La
Recounted the lost tales of lovers in forgotten times
All the memories fell in auburn locks
And swept upon the Luna light shores
The twin she fluxed in silver blue
And the dog fox cry echoed from the moon
Categories:
cut in, love, mystery, naturedog, cry,
Form:
Free verse
Three lives left to play
but that's only in the game.
This life I live each day
is only moments unclaimed.
So hurried and fast
now is all we really have
and too easily slips in seconds passed,
a lifetime suddenly cut in halve.
Take hold of every moment left
do with it your very best
be wary of time's awaiting theft.
knowing, we are but life's guest.
Categories:
cut in, life, time,
Form:
Quatrain
He's just an ol' cowboy
With a heart big as the whole out of doors.
But time has exchanged
His home on the range,
For a garden and five acres to mow.
He still rides the range,
Each day at three,
With John Wayne, Gabby or Tex,
When he closes his eyes he's there by their side,
Somewhere out in the west.
He's there in spring
At the rendezvous site,
When the mountain men all converge,
He'll share their whiskey, adventures and lies,
Till they give into that wandering urge.
He spent one winter
In the mountains way high,
His cabin the size of a den.
He was cozy and warm, tucked safe from the storm,
Until a commercial cut in.
He was there when Jessie, Frank and the gang,
Hit the bank in a small Kansas town,
He ran for the sheriff
Drew his six guns and waited,
Expecting to mow them all down.
On trails he did ride
With Goodnight and Chisum,
His job, To bring in the strays.
Like a coyote he'd croon by the light of the moon
To the cattle at the end of the day.
He froze in Alaska as he panned for gold,
Burned brown as the prairies he trod,
Fell along side Jim Bowie
At the Old Alamo,
And is buried deep 'neath the Lone Star sod.
He tried to avoid the Indian wars,
But rode with Reno
At the Little Big Horn,
The chaos he saw made his skin crawl
And wasn't ashamed as he knelt there and bawled.
His days they were great,
And granted still are,
For he met a new friend today.
He walked by a bookstore, saw Louie Lamour
Now new adventures are coming his way.
He sits in his chair with a confident air
And turns on his TV at three.
He rides with his friends
Till the commercial cuts in
Then he takes out Ol' Louie and reads.
Cile Beer
written l990
Categories:
cut in, cowboy-western,
Form:
Malady gently receives the hand of familiarity
and began a dance of deception.
Anguish bowed politely to oppression,
when vulnerability appeared.
Destruction cut in,
angering her partner subtlety.
Lies twirled in lovers arms,
torment and misery moved together gracefully in unison.
Deceit caressed passion,
while vile dreams are crushed under the enchanting waltz.
Pageantry choreographed with devil's imagination.
Categories:
cut in, depression, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
When At Her Sepulchre I Heard Her Ask
From her sepulchre she sent her calls
or was it from my darkest midnight walls.
Yet in those calls, mixed was love and hate
and many mysteries of angry Fate.
Some nights I swear, she danced in the house
or tipped toed, quiet like a mouse.
Yet heart forbade me chasing her away
or praying for early coming of day.
The last moment before dawn broke that seal
she would let me know just how cold death feels.
Icy hand touched me, as she said good-bye
I then heard, I love you until I die.
When at her sepulchre I heard her ask.
Will you please die soon, wear with me death's mask?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-14-2019
Dark Sonnet, ( When She Broke Death's Wall To Speak Of Her Love )
Inspired by reading yet again, Emily Dickinson's famous death poem,
titled- ""Because I could not stop for Death""...
Note-
sep·ul·cher
/'sep?lk?r/
noun
noun: sepulchre
1.
a small room or monument, cut in rock or built of stone, in which a dead person is laid or buried.
synonyms: tomb, vault, burial place, burial chamber, crypt, catacomb, mausoleum, sarcophagus, pyramid; More
verbLITERARY
verb: sepulchre
1.
lay or bury in or as if in a sepulcher.
"tomes are soon out of print and sepulchered in the dust of libraries.
Categories:
cut in, art, dark, death, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
Let loose and laugh,
As life is getting so hard;
Ease the stress and pressure,
Getting off the house of cards.
Wearing a relaxed joyful smile
Carries a high-grade wealth;
Furrows fade away from face,
Heart shall beat in health.
Wellness is indeed a treasure,
That no one can deny;
When a heart aches in sickness,
Price to pay is too high.
Turn tears into laughter,
So your mind takes it easy;
Worries and woes will wane,
Fleeing from your memory.
Laugh your heart out
To prolong your lifetime;
Old but happy man is lucky,
Smiling so sublime.
Listen to jokes in delight,
Whole wretchedness is cut in half;
Give yourself a little break,
Let loose and laugh.
Categories:
cut in, happiness,
Form:
Verse
a sculpture carved without a finish......
a painting left incomplete......
a book still with a bookmark in page ten....
an emotion well hidden,well kept....
deep cut in empty heart once full of love....
forever,things left unsaid..........
-------------------------------------------------------------------------charma
Categories:
cut in, love
Form:
An idiot driver cut in front of me on the freeway
Just because they did not get the big picture
I have to slam on my brakes?
Could I let it slide?
Apparently not.
I threw my hands up like “what the heck?”
She gave me the bird.
I gave her one back.
She gave me two birds.
Who was driving there?
I chased her down the freeway,
We are both honking now, acting six-years-old.
She is driving so fast it is utterly ridiculous.
I can barely keep up with her.
Luckily I am driving my husband’s Mercury.
You can go one hundred in it, and it feels like fifty.
I was horrified when we both turned off at the same ramp.
Slunk back a bit when we again headed the same direction.
Was shocked when her turn signal showed me the parking lot I wanted.
We both ended up in front of the same restaurant, and it was not open yet.
“That was FUN!” she shrieked at me.
“Did you know it was ME?” she asked.
I gave her a big hug. My best friend, Susan, had apparently gotten a new car.
“Of course!” I lied.
Categories:
cut in, adventure,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue