Best Dig In Poems


Premium Member The Dog Days of Summer

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.

Premium Member Mustang

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

Premium Member We Became Friends By One Click

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
_______________________________________________________
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


Premium Member My Secret Garden, Coin of Dreams

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

Chocolate Mousse Cake

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

Green Grass

Grass new and, so green
Dig in my toes every spring
The air fresh and clean


Dream In Dreams

“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)

Premium Member A Knock At the Door

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

Barefoot Rice and Hot Souse

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

Premium Member Destiny:

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)
© White Wolf  Create an image from this poem.

Crystals In My Pocket

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.

Premium Member Dig In Deep Poet



                    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!!

To Find Starlight Dig In Mud

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

A Day By the Ocean

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

Premium Member An Intimate Conversation

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

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