Best Distraction Poems
I meant to do my work today
Instead I spied a nest among the maple leaves
where birds were singing in the trees
and others splashing soft brown wings
in the birdbath by the old porch swing
I meant to do my chores today
But clear blue skies, a soft spring breeze
This cloudless day, and blooming trees...they filled me with distraction...
I had my rusty rake in hand, some ground to till
a hedge to trim, some weeds to pull....but clouds above the rolling hills
all led me to distraction....
A butterfly, all black and gold, flitted soon across the field
And once again, it took my eyes yet further still...
The garden hose, curled sleeping by, in noon day sun, awaiting me
instead I sigh, and
once again my wandering eye,
among tall grass, some bugs I spied,
I must explore the whole outdoors before this lovely day has died
I hesitate, ....my chores can wait,
it seems that fate says "Work can wait!!
Enjoy!! It says, this splendid day!!
These most worthy, so pleasing, never bothersome, soul satisflying, quite heavenly
distractions !!
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Driven to Distraction
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
An innocent photo
Fantasizes
Her word repeated
Re-read and re-initiated
Touches
Swims me through
Her soul
Finds my spirit
Traversing the spaces
Hanging with kisses
She repeats
And replete
On tantalizings
Almost tasted
I fall
Control-less
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
In the images
She painted
Enchanted
The rick and cot
Of desire
In sheets and pillows
I hear her giggles
Under flushing eyes
What am I to do
With these
Vacant longings
As they travel
Distances
Horizon from me to you
What am I to do
With this hearts
And heads infatuated
Poetry
As it lays at night
Jostling and turning
In the empty
Impossibility
Of wantings
My lips to feed
Greedily
And sate this hungrily
Echoed
Distraction driven
I can’t help it
Can’t control it
This aching trespass
With words imparted
The succinct
And salivated story
Of her
Sends me crushing
And cruising
Heat semaphores
Towards her
And in the meal of love
I would dine
On sustenance passion
Eat her
Through my every fibre
If but once
I could
Hold her
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
Can’t control it
All things can tempt me~ I'm a scatter brain
Trying to focus causes a degree of pain
Distracted by a yummy treat or herbal tea
The slightest sounds arouse and sidetrack me
It's all too easy to sway my concentration
Toying with convoluted laws of attraction
My attention spins often on a dime
It doesn't take much for me to waste my time
That's why I prefer to ignore the phone
And keep working on building me a clone
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Some boys forget their mom's words,
they leave for school in a mad rush
with uncombed hair looking like nerds;
in the classroom they have a crush.
Liz, their teacher, wears tight jeans,
they can't concentrate on the test;
she's happy for attracting the teens,
their girlfriends notice their unrest.
They hate their beautiful teacher,
but her vulgarity makes them sneer:
her character isn't worthy of cheer.
When paper planes start a warfare,
Liz's hair seems a style so rare;
all the boys laugh: it is a snare.
sparkling eyes dance
long curl of golden hair
distraction it seems
written about my little girl while she played
Must I hear the word "cool "one more time
Blaring from movies, TV in a time called prime
The only thing prime about prime time TV
Is its effort to seek out just how annoying it can be
Words like COOL, SEXY, TEENAGER are like the
itch of a flea
Proving the media have a lexicon of vocabularies
Small as a headhunter's shrunken dried up trophies
They'll sometimes stretch words in an oblongata
Such as cool rhyming with KULL, KOO-ULL , it
doesn't matter
There are commercials foisted on watchers of the
tube
Expounded in sincerity by some whey-faced boob
Calling on issues like curing failure to perform an
animal urge
But animals would shake heads that on this people
splurge
Its quite clear now why Elvis once blew up a TV
Things that are shown do cause urges real as these
After this act of destruction of a TV takes place
It might cause a payback one did not anticipate
The small glass pieces on the floor begin shouting
loud as can be
SEXY, KULL ,KOO-ULL, TEENAGER they scream
endlessly
Don't you know that's their only vocabularEE?
Distraction in fashion-
I'm on board with reaction,
I show my teeth,
in a deep-deep passion,
jig real hard,
when I feel the traction,
just like the lord,
I soar over fracture,
...entice the past with a rapture,
endure tell-all,
just like ‘I sell-all,'
when feet fall,
I am still tall,
I hand the weight over to the Paul,
he gives and says whatever makes the pasture,
jingling all the way-
begging for nature.
But I have a stature,
I leave the whole lather-
on a platter with the bastards...
They entice me to just handle it!
Just fix it!
Just mix it!
Flow it out the fitness!
Come and be a witness!
A brainless hit -and -miss,
showing your face in a blink-less,
and stink-less,
blameless-
winged fit,
wiggling all the way-
with the ass,
and give yourself a boat to sail a long day...
Act chipper-
wanna a date?
Slay away for the sole,
for the body is always old,
make the time to be bold!
Distracted
But I'm counter active
I stay active
That Makes me the action
Tactics I've mastered
Make me a master
I'm
Plastered in innocent souls of by passers
But Shattered
Like glass is
Hearts not captured
Blood splatters
Never matters
Put a napkin
On the puddle
Subtle is the sound of deception
Distraction
There it goes again
Low as the tone of wind
Strong as the urge to live
Soft as sin
Sweet and supple
It'll nudge you
But you
Gotta stay focus
I gotta stay focus
Let's not act as if this was written for you
This is for us
It sure does
Get hard to get on ya feet
With no floor or rugs
The thing that helps me sleep
Is the same thing
that keeps me up
Distraction
It says focus on a 9-5
You have passions
But passions don't provide
At least not quick enough, or I'm I not doin enough
Who I gotta proof it tah
Look
I guess I'm just frustrated
Because I feel like my gift
Is being suffocated
Let's discuss the basics
We make our own way in this world
No one to trace it
So many ways in this maze
We all end up complacent
Stuck
Stuck in our head
Stuck at our desk
Stuck in traffic
Stuck in ah marriage
I'm stuck in my feelings
I'm stuck in my zone
I'm stuck but I'm fleeing
I'm stuck but I've grown
And still growing
That thing about knowing things
Is remembering the time
You didn't know it
I use to think words like these
Didn't come from a poet
I use to think the vision I seen
Would never exist with my eyes open
And at this very moment
I'm just soul searching
Distracted by the world
I live... I journey
She calls you up and speaks your name
you change your plans like that
Now you'll never get through
what you started to do
Intentions all squashed flat
She walks in from the bus stop
her feet are soaking wet
In fuzzy slippers, flowered shawl
and burgundy fish nets
Her braided hair is frizzy now
done up black and red
She takes your hand and kisses you
as she pulls you towards the bed
She spills her chocolate milkshake
with a fling of her free arm
Her clumsiness just makes her mad
but it’s all part of her charm
She flits happily about you
like a dainty butterfly
And views the world in wonderment
forever asking why
There’s a playful charm about her
that helps set her apart
She's a beautiful distraction
who's out to win your heart
FOR NATALIE written about my youngest son's girlfriend
Such an irritating act
When you're are gravely focused
And your brain in a snap
Comes up with a flash
of Johnny Depp
on the red carpet
smoking an e-cigarette!
Now, just WTH is that?
I must turn my attention away from the scene
This rapidly darkening dreadful dream
Games I will play or books I will read
Yea will I smoke til my mind is freed
Til the tempest is past and the land washed clean
To silence the Crow and his stabbing scream
I commit an act I once thought obscene
My head can't handle this speed
I must turn my attention away
O I'll say a prayer to the Queen
Make a pilgrimage to a place I've been
Until it's too late to take heed
O I'll sing a blithe song indeed
I must turn my attention away
I like hallween
because we can't stop pretending
an outfit on some slinky, hot momma
is reason to act unchained
and we're not unchained enough
people are entwined within their own worlds
too often
to a level
that the rigmarole
of keeping one's head afloat
is tedious and boring
we need a escape clause...
I like seeing extemperaneous happen
it makes me feel alive
because
this holiday is planned out by too many
too many weeks in advance
lacking true spontaneity
and that is why
you can always tell when someone
has busted out an outfit
just to fit in for the night-
home style material that is glued, painted, stretched or hung
from the body
these minds are the heros of the evening
their candy bags are filled with leprechans
but, I only enjoy this once in a while
too much make believe,
and nothing gets done
with massive hangovers
compounded with angel wings
caught in the house plants
so, in the morning, it becomes
obvious
that, once again,
people are bounded
by the "real world"
they've created
and now must return
which are the salt mines
of their ancestors
as whore'o ween
rages on
it's always some type of mental persuasion
we seek
to distract ourselves with
the masks
are what we wear daily
the time to put on a real face paint
and war with the status quo
is now
glowing aurora
burnished brushstrokes
burnt burgers for tea
TO A STAR WARS DISTRACTION
Now a new fantasy
to plug the bleeding vein
flowing with the captures’ blood
flowing from ruptured injustice vessels
pierced by just picks chipping away bigotry
begotten in winters of frost bitten freedoms
frozen in time—that ticking tock
didactic wanderer in the shadowed valley.
So now enters warring
stars of illusion—designed detractors
of the mind; engaging wishfully, fooled thinkers
in games of self destructive elimination—
self invaded fantasicide of infertile minds.
The Most High populated
the vastness thereof with the stars
to illuminate the universal
reality of all creation!
How long
will we allow
fantasy deviations
of the feared reality?
How long
will we frolic
in fantasy victories
of a pixel peace
projected by star wars
of deceptive illusions
deleting the conscience
of our hope
with uploaded delusions?
There must be misconception with all this
Perpetual deception.
There must be a new order
Stealing all our sons and daughters.
There must be a definitive line
Separating that which shines.
There must be a wave of confusion
Most of what we see is an optical illusion.
There must be someone teaching
But all I hear is false preaching.
There must be storms in the air
But no one seems to care.
There must be great dissatisfaction
Keeping most filled with distractions.
But…There must be a fresh sound
Delivering those who are bound.
There must be healing rain
Because all of this cannot be in vain.
There must be a shift in direction
It's time for a personal resurrection.
There must be another dimension
To arrest our spiritual attention.
Stop, pause, open up your ears
You are constantly being pumped with irrational fears
Wake, arise, uncover your eyes
For too long you have been hypnotized.
Breathe, exhale, You will not fail
You're the head and not the tail
You're the head and not the tail.
By: Sabina Nicole