Best Dots Poems
Luminescent lights
bouncing through the nighttime air;
fireflies, in my yard.
Teal blue skies dappled with white polka dots
with hints of a sanguine sun shining through.
And calm waters mirror the polka dots
that vanish as time erases a few.
Dusk impatiently awaits in the wings
listening to competing crickets chirp.
And as darkness descends a warbler sings
while frogs solicit mates with a burp.
Shifting shadows and silhouettes converge
as liquid ebony pools drip by drip.
And Twilight and dusk entangle and merge
as the last traces of day start to slip.
Nature's crescendo, polka dots and all
saying so long summer; and hello fall.
(Sonnet)
Jan. 21, 2019
Polka Dots Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Dash dot dot (D)
my heart pours out into a puddle of sludge
its been overused
overly abused
everything gone
dot (E)
the last thing I remember is you all
shooting your words like bullets
I took the pills one by one
for your satisfaction. to numb the pain.
Dot dash (A)
Crazy how when my lifes on line
your my friend
when you said it was all for pity
I was blinded by love
dash (T)
I ran
far out of my parents reach
they called me
the police called
Dot dot dot dot (H)
I was found
taken to hospital
pumped with medication
all because of you
dash dot dot (D)
Dot (E)
Dot dash (A)
Dash (T)
dot dot dot dot (H)
The thing I almost faced that night
Connect the Dots
For the past hour I have been tracing your profile gently
with me finger. I started at your forehead and traced the
side of your face, stopping at your temple. First stop,
one kiss. Scrolling over to the contour of your
nose. Stop two, second kiss.
Look at those wonderfully
designed eyes. Oh, how they captivate me.
Third stop, fourth stop. Kiss three and four softly
cover your eyes. My finger moves slowly across your
face. It must tickle because you start to wake.
Quickly I pause. Oops, I cannot erase the line I just made.
Kiss number five is slightly out of place,
but it does not matter you still
lay sleeping peacefully.
My finger again acts as beauty's pen.
Tracing down to your cheek, the sixth kiss
is put in its proper place.
Slowly, my finger slides towards your chin.
Dot seven is worthy of savoring
Ever so softly, the pen rises to your lips.
From corner to corner eight and nine reach
their mark. Yes, I see a picture now.
Only one dot remains, but now you are awake
mumbling, "What are you doing?"
I place my finger in the middle of your lips.
"Ssshhhh," my reply placing my lips on of yours
completely fulfilling number ten.
"Good Morning to the sexiest woman alive.
I was just connecting the dots.
How did you sleep? Well, I hope.
You look so beautiful lying there in all your splendor.
Could you feel me covering you with my kisses?
I am sorry I woke you. Go back to sleep so I can finish
tracing the rest of you."
And it is off to dot eleven
Polka dots on the table
Polka dots on the floor,
Polka dots on my toilet.
Polka dots forevermore.
A rut you say?
How little you know.
They’re on my underwear
Where they sometimes grow.
Polka dots for everyone
No limits I say.
Polka dotted cat?
Sure, she’s mine. Her name is Fay.
Upon a gentle summer breeze
Its wings of polka dots I see
I watch it flutter through the trees
Upon a gentle summer breeze
A butterfly flutters with ease
It dances 'neath the sky so free
Upon a gentle summer breeze
Its wings of polka dots I see
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1-10-19
Polka Dots Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Just gotta have it
my red polka dot headband
It fits my image
the beauty without Botox
A little sweet kiss to you
18.01.2019
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Who is responsible
domestic violence?
in the home...
responsible for rape?
while bullying in schools
escalates?
fact anti-social behavior
begins in the home!
millions of excuses used
drugs-sex-mental illness-debt
alcohol-infidelity-uncompromising
ass-hole
why not blame stress!
to name but a few...
thats' new, slap on a label
anti-social cripple
self centered compelled
subservient with a death wish
co-dependant on a mission
many incapable of raising
families successfully
matching crime to criminal
sooner rather than later
people who want children
most should be screened
the ones that have violent
tendency maybe steralise
these...
protect the unborn spirit
this cycle of perdition
simply 'cause some can
protection remains
the question...
until we fill up our prisons
or doctors fill out prescriptions
or do drugs - prostitution
or some souls
simply disappear
abuse of the sexes disaster
children
lives destined for remand
some cultures self destructive
buck the system for a laugh
self discipline escapes them
some victims choose suicide
alternative families to the rescue!
marriages deplete
truth uncovered
primary social group
breaking down
mere survival havoc wreaks!
social injustice
social acceptance
to live in a relationship
without independence?
when we break the cycle?
we immerge stronger-
children safer
home wreckers
so yesterday
some sexual couples
complete disasters
I deserve a happy life
a happy life I've got
living without violence
is where we all need to start
repeat not the acts of
your fore mothers forefathers
the violence does not work
mental physical verbal abuse
is a hostile mind at work
he's weak disqualified from life
primal evil reactivated strife
programmes of violence repeated
not strong enough in mind deleted
disrespected, feared, without
honor in most cases cannot repair
don't be a victim, of archaic hatred
suffer little children NOT!
this world though numb
Is nevertheless disgusted
authorities ears to the ground
we have heard your cries aloud
take it from one who knows
let all that s@%t go!
don't repeat their mistakes
look inside make new choices
you decide fill your life with
love...
...or misery will connect the dots
She wrote, “Hey, Joe, how are you?
It has been a long, long while;
I remember all the fun we used to have;
I still remember your constant smile.”
“It seems life has been good to you;
At least, that’s what your social network pages say;
I was wondering if we could meet up for drinks
When I pass through your town one day?”
Her face didn’t look familiar;
Her name, for me, didn’t ring any bell;
I lied and said that I remembered her
And getting together again would be real swell.
I said, my wife would like to meet her,
She loves seeing friends I knew from my past;
Hearing stories about all the stupid things I did
Always seems to make her laugh.
I gave her my cell phone number;
Told her to call if she ever comes to town;
We live a few miles from the city
But it is easy to drive on down.
I never received another reply from her;
That was over three long years ago;
I had forgotten all about it;
I had forgotten her name once again, don’t you know.
Yesterday, on our reunion website,
I saw her picture once again;
It was from a link to an obit,
Saying we had tragically lost a dear, old friend.
It seems she was one of the smart ones;
I don’t know why she would remember me;
I didn’t travel in those circles,
I doubt detention was a place she was apt to be.
I tried real hard to remember her;
What “fun times” we might have had;
But, dots were not connecting;
My forty-years-ago memories had all gone bad.
I sent flowers to the funeral home,
In the town I left those many years ago;
The card read: “Thanks for all the fun times,
Love, your old high school friend, Joe”.
when sunshine emerged
a polka dot rainbow flared
above green treetops
things were looking up
all the colors coming down
children chased balloons
many-hued nature
has unending surprises
like diamonds in dirt
Sue's polka dots dress is so spotty
So tiny, it just skims her botty
Long legs, what a pair
Made all the men stare
They ogle and call her a hotty
Her outfit one day got soaked wet
It shriveled Sue was quite upset
Now exposing her tush
All the blokes turned to mush
Her peepshow pleased them you can bet!
Polka Dots Contest
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
1/13/19
Emptiness...
Ellipsis...
Make some noise
Ellip Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor ... Gigno
Connecting The Dots
Being at the young age of only five
Little did I know how time would fly
Back then I wanted to be a nun
Everything was possible under the sun
Always kept a smile along the way
Only by the protection of God I am here today
Gathered many friends along the way
Is their love as deep as mine, I hope so I pray
Can we teach each other on how to treat others
Respect the elders, the children, the fathers and the mothers
Today is still here, its not too late
Open your heart and learn to appreciate
What is your purpose, are you on track
Move forward, seldom look back
Hope you enjoyed my poem alot
If you did, we've connected dots
This is the closes I will get to being a nun
Still believing everything is possible under the sun
Written by: Debra Falgout
May 29, 2012
I use them all the time
But I don't really know.
What they say or convey
Mere thoughtlessness or more?
I've seen them being used,
Excessively at times.
Where words didn't make it
The dots would suffice.
I hate the impact they have
Leaving you yearning for more
Unnerving and confounding
Indefinite conclusions I loathe
The dots in the end
Of some words desolate
Abandoned by the creator
For the other to insinuate...
knabstrup starstruck
a galloping galaxy
polka dot ponies
*Knabstrup Horse - Knabstrupper, a Danish breed of spotted horse
often used in circuses for their striking coats.
*haiku form with poetic license
01/18/19
For Edward Ibeh's
Polka Dots Poetry Contest