Best Dig In Poems
We let down the top to soak in the sun
Now that the harshness of winter is done
As you let back the seat and put your feet on the dash
Saying, “keep your eyes on the road I don’t want to crash”
I truly must admit that I’m torn completely in two
The coast has its beauty, then again so do you
As the beauty of the Sun is absorbed by your skin
Like a kid at the candy store I simply want to dig in
If life is a candy store sweetheart you are the treat
All the other candy I tasted, never tasted so sweet
The reason I love summer is because of the heat
The skimpier the bikini, the greater the treat
I can’t begin to express how wonderful you are
Saying, “hey take a look at her I’ll steer the car”
At first I truly had no idea what I should say?
Though now it’s, “ok sweetheart, have it your way”
I think that is because you know these words are true
I may take look at her but I shall forever belong to you
Summer is a time that is as bright as the sun
Out goes the cold as it’s replaced by the fun
We have our barbecues and sit under the stars
Let down the tops and go for rides in our cars
Go tend to our gardens in farmer John clothes
Truly amazed at how fast everything grows
Go hang out at the river as well as the lake
Cover ourselves in oil than let our skin bake
Embrace the moments because these words are true
The days last much longer and the sky is so blue
The dog days of summer I reckon that’s so
We bark and howl at folk we don’t even know
If life is banquet then summer is the feast
I think we should gobble it up, to say the least
Written for john's Summer contest.
Wind drinkers flow with strength and grace.
Thunder pounds from their hooves.
Run wild Mustang, Run.
As one they "run" across parched earth,
born free and "wild" from the time of birth.
Their manes flow "as" water, in the wind.
Hooves dig in, "the" desert floor, they rend.
Full moon at "midnight" leads their way,
while in the night "sky" their ancestors play.
Paula Swanson
For the contest: Middle Of The Road
Sponsored by H Garvey Daniel Esquire
Placement: 1st
WE BECAME FRIENDS BY ONE CLICK
I am from east you are from... west? North? South?
to whichever place you're from, hear my happy shout! :D
Remember the first moment I said hi and hello
you did not repel instead you appeal like magneto...
You... I never seen. I never heard
but you hug my heart with your words.
You are as yellow as the rising sun
but sometimes sad you make my tears run
with the heart-to-heart stories we share.
Maybe because we are thousand miles apart
defensive barriers and built-in walls we tear
bubbling free is our blossoming fresh start.
There is a clue when you are feeling blue
this when you drew views lacking hues.
Of humour, you may not hear my thunder laugh
nor behold my grin that is whole or half
but so sweet you are always there- a care bear!
Nights and days passed, we want to more than chat
like a meteor, we did try this voice-call...
Spark! I heard your voice, my oh my, I rejoiced!
Your presence a present whenever no one is there
for when I push the button "send", time you spare
to reply, you care... "Thank you" is all I say.
More, you even said: "You'll add me to your pray'r"
Internet signals like unstable ECG antagonizing our talk,
I thank our Dear God our bond as strong as a rock,
months rolled, we discovered we could duet to write
verses singing rhymes, flying high our own kite...
To the whole wide moving world, I want them to know
if persons are honest and sincere they will surely grow
as finding true people-- there are risks. Dig in but do it slow
'cause real persons are as precious as gems that glow
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MY CYBER FAMILY - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mystic Rose
~~~3rd place~~~
POEM OF THE DAY: JULY 04, 2015
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
11:42 pm, July 02, 2015
Darkness lies behind the locked gate
Vastness is what’s beyond the wall
Crassness delves into my longed soul
Fondness it makes a great heart call
Key to the gate I have in hand
Magically I’ll enter heaven
Hopefully I’ll hold the threshold
Tenderly I see what’s given
To the center, here’s the fountain
Blue is the water now inside
New are the coins in the fountain
True I hold this place by my side
I dig in my pants for a coin
Sigh, I make a wish beyond grave
Tie my dreams to the coin, heartache
By this wish her dreams will I save
Russell Sivey
Form Lento
Contest: MY SECRET GARDEN
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
2/13/2014
I can die happy, with a great big grin
Knowing that I’m going to submit to this sin
It’s salacious, it’s scandalous - I’m in a tailspin
Chocolate Mousse Cake
Give it up, give in - Dig in!
Each delectable forkful
An endorphin rush
Serotonin gush
My heart races, my cheeks flush
A decadent delectation
A sweeter than sweet sensation
I succumb to the temptation
A morsel of mousse
So silky, so dreamy
Rich, moist cake
So milky, so creamy
Dark and mysterious
I’m giddy - delirious
My oh so perfect lover
This relationship is serious
I fall into your sensual embrace
And lick the plate clean, there is no trace
My mantra is “Mmmmmm”
So I freely partake
Never get enough
Of this divine stuff
My slice of heaven
Chocolate Mousse Cake
For Linda-Marie's "Dreamy Dessert" Contest
Grass new and, so green
Dig in my toes every spring
The air fresh and clean
“Dream in Dreams"
My mind awakes to taste the tongues of those words you release. Yeah its speaks to me!
Am hungry for those pink lips merry and mellow I wish to soak in.
Commanding and demanding those words dig in...undress your tongue of such tone oh twinkle toes, bathe me with lying lips that speaks me an undying truth.
The night burns black
My dreams lay still living a coward's dream.
I lay with my eyes shut, opening legs I lust of.
So smooth as white streets with lines aligned to digest this illness I splash in ink, the injuries, your skin, I walk my pen on pure brown dermis.
I want to rise with me in you, writing heads to come. A separate head is coming, I am cunning but take this white and erase sadness, pain and lies written on your inside.
I want to wine drinking wine, lip singing on your breast with noise.
Necks should be broken swords, flashing lips to melt in fusion forcing me in you! You in me!
Push harder and harder
We shall become one.
I beg you unlock my needs, please me please!
The world is a war outside, hide me in bosoms that heats my love a global warming. Set legs a waiting bed I wrap this broken pen in.
I stay away to not fade away for every look I look at you these lips see and these eyes speak!
Yes I become dysfunctional for I dream dreams of having you.
Why won't you admit?
I see the same in you.
I see potential behind fear serving a sentence beneath that skin.
I see you sitting waiting on he who is sitting.
I see you trying for trials I have tried.
Just north at the back of your head lays a mind so cohesive to mines.
We both dream in dreams.
Wake up, this is life.
Feel this heart beating
Hear these lips speaking
Watch this fear fading.
Let me lead this dream.
By:Ramone J. Young
Poetic System Kidz Entertainment
(Stories of Angie)
The table's bounty is piled high
Family's poised to dig in and try
Mama's turkey, special stuffing
And sweet potato pumpkin pie
When a knock at the door freezes us all
Who can it be who's come to call
The wind is howling; let him in fast
There's room for one more at our repast
He enters shivering and shaking
His bony frame twitching and quaking
He opens his mouth as if to speak
Then collapses to the floor in a heap...
The ambulance summoned, we wait aghast
Silent and anxious, when at last
The ambulance arrives, but it's well past too late
The poor fellow's soul has fled to its fate
The Thanksgiving meal sits now uneaten
As our tears reflect the depth of man's plight
These sad tidings fortune cannot sweeten
~ Death has extinguished a light
Cook white rice with ochroe in
Coconut milk-----stew
Pigs-feet and pigs- tail seasoned
and spiced ------ain't that nice
Yummy Yummy -----now
set the table
Eat
Hot.
Dig in man
A caribbean feast
and juice of lemons
Cucumber, hot peppers, salt
pour into jar------- add
Boil pigs-feet, in iron pot
A lie may stand with head held high,
With truth, that lies in a ditch nearby.
For he who braves the hidden ways,
Will find himself in stranger days.
Against the odds to prove one's self,
And turn the key of secrets be.
For way down deep, we dig in sleep,
And turn away the other cheek.
Why no one knows the others reach,
But do we must, we search and seek.
Now man will learn to sow and reap,
But modern ways will not compete.
(Posted as written when I was very young)
I have crystals in my pocket and sage on the shelf,
I’m always digging deeper to find my better self,
I’m distracted by flowers and herbs I pass by,
I’m caught up in the beauty of all that’s alive,
I track the moon’s phases and bathe in its light,
I dance in the darkness embraced by the night,
I dig in the soil and plant things that grow,
I knead wheat with water to make bread dough,
I poke cloth with needles and leave thread behind,
I’m seeking new knowledge to sharpen my mind,
I’m exploring new phases and stages of me,
I’m opening my chakras so that I may see,
I’m on a never ending journey to find myself,
I wrote this poem to show me this in and of itself.
Dig in Deep, Poet
9/7/2023
Life is for living, don't wait for the Grim Reaper?
Take your shower, have breakfast, dress, take a walk.
Breathe God's air in and out.
So much so that.....
With joy, you almost want to shout!
Have a chat with a good neighbor,
Tell another how very nice they look.
Get out of your head, stop pondering
That only you, are the outstanding best
Do say kind thar words soothe and elevate others.
See your smiling neighbor coming to you?
In his shiny electric wheelchair?
He lost both legs in a war.
Smiling so brightly and proudly,walking his dog.
Yes, you have a delightful, cordial chat?
And you realize that now, you have what it takes.
And you finally, a lovely poem do pen.
What's so dang hard about that?
Your if I can pen a poem, transformed like magic,,,
Into..not how, but the joy for …when!!
when he spoke
words broke like glass between his teeth
14 minutes past 8PM 7 weeks after the red river
in his brain ran almost dry
he the acidic and sullen shadow of his youth
turned to me
(one side of his face a landslide of flesh
frozen into freefall
thus i won't mimic the inarticulate sound of it)
look after your mother
and my ten year old self nodding
wishing i were not there
then she who had married this man to protect her
plus one boychild from a condemning Catholic family
and a rabid priesthood
having thus become a widow at 37
being only 5 feet high in her pumps
also as slim as a whippet
turned to drink dying quickly of a gastric ulcer
never mind her failing liver
no wonder
i turned out more angular then an open razor
biting every hand that fed body and mind
thinking that same hand would one day turn against me
as it usually did
but i unable to stop my breakneck race to personal destruction
until poetry found me wandering a bitter earth
it entering my soul one turbulent night wailing like
a hungry infant which i fed and carried for years
not knowing i needed it much more than it needed me
and so
we ate broken glass together until
words bled into red flowers floating upon a river
that flowed through my brain
Smell the sweet and salty air
Roam the wide beach without a care
Walk ankle deep in the ocean's cooling foam
Dig in the sand till the cows come home
For the fleeting moments spent in this magical place
Forget the outside world and its fanatic pace
Be a child once more, let your mind roam free
See life not as it is but as it could be
We live but once and time is a but a fleeting friend
So cherish this time from glorious beginning till end
May I serve
whatever the capacity --
and not be dissuade;
God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion
knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation
may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love --
For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a shredder of sin --
a star of radiance, a moonbeam of
warmth, a sun rejoicing in the
projection of Divine Light
Though tents of shadows
riotous they abound
let not your heart fail
to make the short step…
though the chains rattle
and cuffs’ metal dig in,
no one who moves in
the direction of our Lord,
in good faith, will find
a path more brighter, spiritually uplifting,
for Truth swings wide open Heaven’s door
to even one from grace seemingly fallen
Amen