Best Dialed Poems
One pitch black night I was driving home and was ready for my bed
My usual route was closed for repairs so I took the minor road instead
I was just approaching the old derelict mill that was over to my right
When out of nowhere a lady appeared dressed from head to toe in white.
I tried to swerve but hit her head on and it gave me one helluva fright
Thought what was she doing alone out here in the middle of the night
I quickly jumped out of my car and dialed, nine one one on my phone
And thinking that I might have killed someone, chilled me to the bone.
But there was no sign of her and I feared she was underneath
I caught sight of my face in the cars mirror ; I'd gone white as a sheet
I quickly got down on the ground and used my phones torchlight
And I started praying to God up high that the poor lady was alright.
But she wasn't underneath the car and thought was I going insane
The wind was howling loudly now and brought with it heavy rain
I was all on edge, then got in my car and had the life scared out of me
When a loud voice said " operator here, what's your emergency"?
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Written 5th October 2021.
Categories:
dialed, car, dark, humor, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
You were so tired
You couldn’t wait to go lay down
Mom was standing in the kitchen
I was outside locking things up
As you went through the back door
You hollered, See you soon
Moments later the air began to fill with Dread
Getting thicker with each second of Mom's screams
By the time I got to your side
You laid unmoving, straight as board in your bed
I could hardly bear seeing you that way
As your Grandson dialed 911
My vision blurred and the world disappeared
All I could see and hear were you
Twenty three Chest compression's, Six breaths later
You opened your eyes and looked into mine
I could hardly bear seeing you so helpless
As I held you in my arms
Mom and others began to Pray
I felt each word spoken go through me to you
Flowing through your nephew's Hand that laid upon my shoulder
I couldn’t help but to hold my breath
And wrap myself around you even tighter than before
I could hardly bear seeing you struggle
No one had to tell us how bad you were
To life-flight you to St. Jose’s was the only chance you had
I tried to climbed in with you, but they wouldn’t let me
I knew how terrified of heights you were
As they closed those doors I hollered... See you there
See you there Daddy, I’ll see you there
There were lines and tubes and doctors everywhere
I stayed up for day’s right beside you in a chair
Mom sat across from me and held your hand
The others circled around us in your room
We could hardly bear seeing you that way Daddy
Alyssa sang "Jesus Loves Me" for you in your little Church
There must have been over a mile of cars parked
Family and Friends coming to say Goodbye
You'd think after almost 3 years it wouldn't make me cry
It’s almost like you must’ve known
The night you spoke those words to me
That you’d be heading up to Heaven soon
Not to take a nap
When you closed that door and hollered... See you soon
We'll meet again at those Pearly Gates, Daddy
You have our word..
We'll see you there.. We'll see you there
Categories:
dialed, angst, cry, dad, death,
Form:
Lyric
A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end
Through all those years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew
Each waking moment
Since the day the met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset
He was all she had
In her horrible life
He was the one who
Kept her from her knife
She was his angle
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth while
Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a sad song
He made her jealous
On purpose, he tried
When the girl asked “Do you love her,”
On purpose, he lied
He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same
His plan was working
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do
One night, she broke down
Feeling all alone
Just her and her blade
No one else home
She dialed his number
He answered, “Hello,”
She told him she loved him
And hung up the phone
He raced to her house
Just a minute too late
She was laying in blood
Her heart had no rate
Beside her was a note
In it, her confession
Her love for this guy
Her only obsession
As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
He picked up her knife and
That night they both died
She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her not
His handwriting said
“I loved her so
She never knew
All this time,
I loved her too…”
Categories:
dialed, lost love, love,
Form:
Ballad
I picked up the phone today
And I dialed your number
I didn't know what to say
So I hung up on the second ring
You see I thought that I could explain
But I just couldn't play through the pain
And you probably wouldn't have answered anyway
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
.
I'm haunted by the ghost of yesterday
Whiskeys' the only exorcist, to drive it away
But those Ol Demons just won't leave
They know too much about me they just won't go
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though
They're killing this man
Sometimes they're the only friends I have that understand
There's no comfort in the pain of what might have been
.
One drink wont make me forget
It's gonna take me
About 10 more yet
But I know by morning light
your memory is gonna haunt me
out of my mind
But I'm gonna try to drink you away
One more time
Anyway
And even though it only tortures my soul
Sometimes this pain's the only friend I really know
Categories:
dialed, break up, dark, depression,
Form:
Lyric
There was pity for one second for the victim in this case,
when 'Hilly', 'Bee' and me were walking to our drinking place.
We were slobbering in thought for what keeps us all afloat,
then 'Hilly's' eyes flew open wide - "Is that a hundred dollar note!"
A hundred 'bucks' was lying there upon the unknown nature strip.
'Should we hand it in' 'Bee' mentioned with a quivered bottom lip,
but the vote was three to zero when 'Hilly' mentioned that the 'brass',
"Would buy a slab of VB plus half an ounce of 'grass".
'Bee' and I ain't into drugs but seeing 'Hilly' found the cash,
we brought ourselves the VB and let 'Hilly' buy his 'stash',
then walked to the Catholic Church and sat around the back,
where we drank our first three cans and 'Hilly' opened up his 'pack'.
I watched him lick his papers, and stick together three or four,
and roll his 'grass' just like a 'snag' but then he broke the law.
He lit the 'joint' and took a drag, but then went 'glassy eye',
and from this point was senseless, and believed that he could fly!
Not only did he flap his wings; 'Hilly' thought that it was hot,
and stripped down to his birthday suit displaying what he's got.
'Bee' and I laughed at his antics 'til he ran out on the street,
and done his style of ballet dancing 'round, everyone he'd meet.
No matter how we tried to help him 'Hilly' stuffed the plan,
with a big grin on his dial and shouting out 'peace man!'
It might be alright for 'Hilly' thinking all the worlds at peace,
but that became a different matter with intrusion of p'lice.
Because we're in the company of a bloke whose floating high,
the coppers threw us in the van for what I don't know why!
But said they wanted statements from the pair of us, that's all,
while 'Hilly' stumbled out some garble 'bout making a phone call.
Now under legal obligation 'Hilly' dialed and then he spoke,
and in a very short time at the desk there stood a bloke.
The copper said, "Are you the lawyer, for that doped up dill?"
"No" the bloke replied - "I've got pizza's here for David Hill".
Categories:
dialed, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Disheveled and dirty she sat
A guy walking by just spat
It caught her off guard as she wiped it away
Wanted to move but decided to stay
She looked forlorn and beat
Begging for a bite to eat
I approached and offered her a tenner
Her mind I wanted to enter
I asked for her name as I gave her ***
Bent over and lit it she was clutching her bag.
"Melanie," she said as I lit her smoke
She was well educated I knew when she spoke.
The pavements were bursting with tourists
Doctors, bankers, and jurists
Buskers Acrobats, jugglers, and clowns
Filled the West End with sounds
Saturday night as busy as ever
The pickpockets thought they were clever
Approaching the people with stealth
Lining their pockets with stolen wealth.
I drowned it all out
Wondered what she was all about
I asked if she wanted some food
I saw she relaxed, that was good.
My wife bought her burger and fries
I saw the gratitude in her eyes.
I wanted to help this woman on the streets
She had more potential than one normally meets.
She once was a doctor you know
She lost her husband and her daughter
Life dealt her a mighty blow
She said between bites and some water
I asked where she would spend the night
On the pavement she said, it's alright.
I was glad it was summer.
I thought as I dialed the number
My friend who runs a shelter answered the phone
This was now up to me I would not leave her alone.
Melanie has now fully recovered
A brilliant surgeon we discovered.
The shelter still runs with a steady flow
Destitute People come and go
Melanie contributes to the cause
Fund raisers thunder applause.
You never know who is down and out
Help, No one should go without.
Categories:
dialed, character, courage, endurance, success,
Form:
Rhyme
My Darling:
I have a confession to make why i walked away
Let us connect to talk as it feels a lifetime has gone by
During your absence the clock is ticking our now will
Become a past i beg you to heal my pain and allow
Me to recreate the moment that could last forever
As I never lost my passion loving you.
You have to understand the gravity of my sickness
i pray to have a second chance as my thoughts were
out of control had to take my own punishment in silence
the day i woke up with no memory because of those attacks
I was giving you a hard time but i loved you since day one.
When i am awake even when my thoughts abandon me
i feel you are my a-liveliness does that make any sense to you?
Wait for me, help me build the ruins around my brain,
allow your miraculous hands to cure me.
Due to my medications nothing makes sense to me anymore one
day I am here another day I am unaware who I am how I look
What I think where am I, will I live, will I die, help me feel
Anything something help me to heal.
My Pen my friend dropped from my hand leaving me alone
to sink and think.
Suddenly i felt my pillow was wet my forehead
was sweating my whole body was shaking I have to let him
Comeback like nothing ever happened I called out loud,
Come my way and stay I love you my man my lover.
I dialed his number.
Terry
Aug 20/2018
Categories:
dialed, confusion, heartbreak, sad love,
Form:
Personification
Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles
Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
casting illuminous entities into otherwise
darker turf
Blanket tangles limbs and ambition tight
traversing body and shielding one eye
guarding it from the illuminites
I draw higher to seek shelter for both
Life's rumble manifests in murmurs
builds gradual, head clears
Horns, tires, voices-reality appears
The window sings soundtrack for urban noise
the horn annoys-the voices noise-the bird song annoys
noise annoys noise and pisses me off!!!
Mind flips modes from hazy wander lust
To more acute senses... tune and adjust
The morning is a step ahead
we will assimilate soon-just before noon
Rise ...casting off covers takes convincing
face the day begrudging and wincing
See...this Evening's eve was very good to me
I reveled in debauchery-I tore the town down, you see?
I went to the school of bar-red knocks--and rocked
bellied up brasher shot for shot
As the sour mash showed effects
I drunk dialed my entire roladex
Jameson ,my Irish ego, whispered dares to me
I performed them to shocked stares, you See?!
We gloated stumbling in revelry
This is the price for the tab last night....
The noise pounds into my mind
Street noise, chirp annoys, pound in my head noise
noise annoys noise
Categories:
dialed, funny
Form:
Free verse
Two months after graduation I dialed her number, 8 - 1 - 8,
I paused…
maybe Sue's forgotten me?
well I'll never know if I don't try
we spoke of our college days
of late nights cramming for music theory exams
of songs we wrote (together)
for her beautiful soprano voice
"Would you like to have dinner sometime?" I asked
she paused…
"I'm in a relationship" "Hey, I'm happy for you" I lied
and went on with my life
34 years went by
Oct 7th, 2016
I had just finished loading the dishwasher
she dialed my number
it was her 56th birthday she was alone
we spoke of our careers
of late nights watching classic movies
of songs we wrote (not together)
one of hers made it on the radio: 'Hold Me In Your Eyes'
Sue said she wrote those lyrics thinking of how I used to look at her
so intently, never looking away
she paused…
"Would you like to have dinner sometime?"
I paused…
"I'm in a relationship" "Hey, I'm happy for you"
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Poetry form: Lyric
Date published: 7 October, 2016
Categories:
dialed, crush, lost love, song,
Form:
Free verse
He dialed his home number from his cell,
it rang twice,
a man’s voice answered as far as he could tell,
he hung up without answering back,
in his mind, everything went dark, and suddenly black,
when he got home,
he was all alone,
there was no sign of a man anywhere,
not here, nor there, he looked everywhere,
but what seemed odd,
was the fact that no man has ever been there,
no male clothes in the closet,
no change on the night-stand,
no evidence of any man,
nothing was found,
even the toilet seat was down,
he then heard a bump and then a bang,
he called his house again, and it rang,
he couldn’t find the phone,
but this time he wasn’t alone,
it rang twice, but it was coming from the basement,
that was where the phone kept ringing,
and when he went down,
that’s where he saw his body swinging...
Categories:
dialed, death
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Your arm around my throat, Continued to provoke.
Under your sleeve you beat my face,Was strangled by your arm's embrace.
I soon gave up and that was when, you led me to the car,
You bashed my head into the side,then threw the door ajar.
Around my body you had grasped, both my legs and my neck,
Then you threw my weak limp body into the car's back.
As you called my broher out, to help to lock me in,
you forced upon that 12 year old such a filthy sin.
Locking in that dreadful car yourself and my hurt self,
you turned around, continued beating, till I screamed an yelped.
Finally the only thing I knew, just must be done,
I strained to reach and grab my phone, i dialed 911.
He raced us out the neigborhood, to try and get away,
demanding that I give my phone, Dear God, there was no way.
He then pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the same number,
He told them I was killing him, that I would pull him under.
You'd never believe what happened on that dark an dreary day,
Was it I that got in trouble, yes, my father got away.
Categories:
dialed, depression, father, sad, body,
Form:
Couplet
When grandpa D comes to visit, he smokes until we cough
We also have to say “We know you are here, you can stop smoking”
My father has been supposedly “gone” for nine years.
I see him monthly, checking my flowers, to see if I am watering them.
One day we heard the kitchen cupboards slamming.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
I was terrified. My husband and I were they only ones in the house.
What is that? I asked him.
He said “I think it was my mother. She used to slam the cupboards.”
I peeked out. There was nothing there.
After my mother passed, we waited for a signal but did not get one.
Until I needed medical treatment, and finally got it.
Isn’t this your old phone number? My husband asked me.
I looked at it.
It was my parents’ number for over sixty years.
It keeps calling me, he told me.
I dialed the number.
It has been out of service for over seventeen months.
Hi Mom.
Categories:
dialed, angel,
Form:
Free verse
Met the first time and you blew my mind,
Hopefull you'll dial those numbers
Whenever you need me just come and see me or,
You can just dial those numbers
Talk to me slowly when I need you to console me,
After you dial those numbers
To me you were my baby you never would forsake me,
So we never had a problem with dialing those numbers
The spark was gone we left each other alone and,
Never again dialed those numbers
I see you and I just simply reply
"What happened to those precious numbers"
Categories:
dialed, life, love, people, me,
Form:
When I laugh, I cry,
Always holding the pain inside
I'm like a screaming child.
My tears are wet, but they always dry,
Always finding some place to hide
I'm a number that can't be dialed.
My wings are broken, but I want to fly,
Instead, I'm paying for my next ride
Somehow, always feeling exiled.
I want to live, and I want to die,
It's like no one is on my side
I'm waiting to be reconciled.
Trying to breathe, but only a sigh,
I may have failed, but at least I tried
Faking it and forcing it, I smiled.
The question is always why,
Whenever answering, I've only lied
The truth only reviled.
I slowly turn toward the sky,
It all so open and wide
Begging for a reply, instead my words only filed.
Written on March 4th, 2016 and posted on March 30th, 2016
By: Michelle Corbin
Categories:
dialed, conflict,
Form:
Ode
When I was a child I waited for Your call
How could You do this to me
We stood by the phone but You were busy
How could I have thought You heard
The youngness wasn't enough
You were too disconnected to answer
Unaware we dialed You again and again
The others waited too and starved
I believed in Your love
The Omnipotence fragmented
For you Brother
The signal was one ring and I should ring back
But the Power said disconnected
I tried You again but the voice said no
The number you have reached is not in service
So I checked the number and again it said clear
Those tears turned into a river and we saw You sail by
You were needed at the church and the glory
Two children stayed and together was no matter
Dancing we made new games and prayer
Oh Dio
Am older now and the prayer
My brother is gone cause he took a cab
Their was no fare
He doesn't wait now but I still
I hear him in the night
I see him in strangers and glances
Begging You I wait as before
The toys help with those moments and dialing
Your phone rings off the hook
God help us all
Categories:
dialed, brother, death, brother, brother,
Form:
Narrative