Best Drag Poems
I’ve been bruised and b a t t e r e d
all over this forsaken town,
there’s one thing for sure,
NOTHING IS GOING TO DRAG ME DOWN.
When the darkness prevailed
and the obscurity arrived,
is when I’d never been more
g r a t e f u l to be alive.
I shivered in regret and
remorse called my name,
I thought my life would end
and never be the same.
I was left out to dry in the rain
last these last seven years,
things that brought s o r r o w,
blame and tears.
The grim and dreary days
raced through me like a ghost,
but the l i g h t shined through
me when I needed it most.
I forgave myself and forgot
all my wrongful sins,
and found the majesty of f a i t h
hidden deep within.
I was conflicted and addicted
to shame and torment,
now I see the g o o d,
all the fear is dormant.
Freedom has called my name
and I’m no longer chained,
for I have found r e d e m p t i o n
as the darkness has refrained.
My happiness is contingent
upon my c o m p a s s i o n and hope,
nothing will ever get in the
way of me trying to cope.
The Lord has been my
light and my s a l v a t i o n,
and now I am grateful for
my life’s great creation.
My laughter has replaced
that awful dreaded frown---
I v o w e d to myself…
NOTHING IS EVER GOING TO DRAG ME DOWN!
Never Going to Drag Me Down Contest
October 15, 2017
The other me you'd be quite surprised
She wears high heels, makes up her eyes
she parades around, singing lively songs
telling bawdy jokes where she belongs
Upon the stage, she's not alone
for in that bar, the stage, her home.
Dressed head to foot in sequinned gowns
the punters watch her earn her crown.
The greatest sight they've ever seen,
to them she is, the peoples 'queen'.
Every night there in that bar,
They come to watch her, she's the star.
She gives the punters what they want
Singing lively songs, to which they chant.
Then when it's time to close the doors,
she exits with rapturous applause.
They clap and shout and scream her name,
She revels in that loving fame.
When the show is o'er and done,
she's back to where she first begun.
She removes her wig, takes off her makeup,
and now it's time for him to wake up.
Oh there he is, where has he been?
pretending to be the people's queen.
It's back to some normality,
is she a he?, or he a she?
You see, the answer is quite clear,
She's a he and he's a *****.
Earning cash from having toiled
in late night bars,
burning midnight oil.
The Drag of Writing
A smidgeon of silly,
a scintilla of sad,
a wee gong of rhyming wit,
a sentence to start me
a participle dangling
a lead to bring me to it,
a last ditch lurch to my
personal God, who says
“this is not worthy of prayer”
six single words is all I need
for my fingers to fly with a flourish,
a little ole ‘v’ to victory,
parse me up
and parse me down
I’ll carelessly click the keys,
till I alphabetically ache
and a roll of the dice
brings a poem for the centuries
Is that how THEY did it
Longfellow and Poe?
I’m not so sure they were so slow.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 28, 2013
Early 60’s feeling my oats, slow moving wasn’t my bag
56 Chevy, foot to the floor, looking for someone to drag
He’s a Rebel on the radio, smell of gasoline was strong
Marked off a stretch of highway, exactly one mile long
I made my way to the starting line, foot getting heavy
Ford was revving up hot, but nothing beats my Chevy
There’s no feeling on earth like starting to drag
Her sweater on a stick was our checkered flag
I said I’d like to hang around but I’ve got a hot date
So while you’re driving that Ford, read my license plate
I slammed my foot to the floor and could feel the thrust
When I looked in the mirror, the Ford was eating my dust
Next Sunday morning, I was on the way to see my girl
I saw a Nash Rambler and thought I’d give him a whirl
I pulled along side him as we approached a mile long hill
Thinking that beating his butt would give me a thrill
Now I looked over at him, smiled and waved good bye
Then he waved back and I thought I would cry
There was no way it should happen the Rambler went pop
I was half way up the hill, he was over the top.
Instead of seeing my girl, I drove all around town
Trying to find the car that put my Chevy down
The fastest thing I had ever seen moving on dry land
I just wanted to find the driver for a chance to shake his hand
Sometimes I think of times we had, drag racing way back then
Though I searched for years I never saw that Nash Rambler again
Everything used to be so simple.
Get up in the morning grab something black to wear.
Grab the phone and make some plans with my friends.
But now I don't know who's my enemy and who's my friend.
I'm not sure of where my future will take me or when itll end.
All i know is the past is my bed, and the memories; my pillow.
The morning my quilt and the night my party.
Friends to pick me up and drag me all over town.
Meet new people and just wander.
But now where do i go, what have i done.
This life is full of regrets, reminds me of the smoke from a cigarette.
The future that is, its wispy and can always change.
If you drag your hand through the smoke, your destiny is always changing.
Everything was so simple.
Drag
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samnesia.com
After sleeping for the past twelve hours
I still won’t go outside
Only if I feel like dying with the sun on my face
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there.
With a mouth that tastes like ash
whenever I swallow
If I walk out there, I’ll only fall
beneath the weight on my mind.
These fragile bones will break again.
Even then, I’d have to drag myself to somewhere safe
Possibly, the morgue
I hope to hell it’s a morgue.
Coughing up my insides onto the floor,
there’s always one, who’d love to watch me
crawl back into the dark and away from the pain.
All these cigarettes leave me
is the small belief
that I may never wake up again.
After sleeping through another twelve hours,
I don’t think I’ll be leaving, anytime soon
Only if I feel like dying in the warmth of the sun
Even then, I’d have to drag myself out there
Out where
I may never wake up again.
brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a pee pee
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean
Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold piss sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.
I’ve made my choice for my next life
I’m coming back fierce as a drag queen
I’ll be osé and voluptuous
flamboyantly vivacious
in stilettos and seductive gowns
wigs of lush luscious curls
belting out steamy tunes
on stage in cabarets
strutting my stuff
impersonating divas
living life large
as it is meant to be
with a passion that’s ferocious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
A distinguish old gent picked up tricks.
On Halloween, he went for a treat.
Laughing outlandishly
He staggered up the street.
Hips swaying g-stringed a drag queen!
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Penned on May 05, 2014.
(This is a fictional poem)
The car I bought wasn't as fast as the previous owner said.
I'm going to kick his ___ and give him some serious wounds to his head.
I raced the car last night and I bet the pink slip.
The other guy blew me off the road, what a jip.
When he demanded my keys, he and I had some words.
I told him to go to hell and then I gave him the bird.
He has big muscles as well as a car that's fast.
When I gave him the finger, he kicked my ___.
I put bruises on his hands when he put bruises on my face.
That's the last time that I'll drag race.
If that's what she did,
than trust me,
you're not under a lid,
she flipped it-
added pressure to admit ...
Characterization of the limitless,
shindig-less,
hard nosed,
pencil printed,
breaking of embarrassment,
getting others to care less,
but you never got to see the cherry list-
it got burned before the internet,
you should have had a little fit-
...before a big one,
and then another,
or just got a gun,
one that works hard to make you jump and run.
She's not in love with your hugs!
She's not entangled with you at all!
She's estranged to leave with mud and guck and-
maybe one nut-
but who's counting,
you're just as dumb...
Anchor of my day,
dragging me into abyss.
Dusk thru dawn, released.
Teetering on the edge of insanity
Trying to find a center of Gravity
Cutting off my circulation
in order to make this declaration
about my queen-born ability
to walk with such fabulosity.
Though this gown's a monstrosity,
my hair a curiosity,
there's much about this lofty gait
that I did not anticipate.
Like how the swinging of my hips
counters the sway of my fingertips.
Who knew there would be such an orchestration?
A body in concert - a standing ovation!
And every step another encore,
deliriously shouting, "More! More! More!"
And suddenly, the world is new.
I've never seen it from this point of view.
Amazing the difference a few inches can make
to change the reality which I now create.
And though my feet are squeezed like stumps
into these six-inch stiletto pumps,
a testimonial I must profess;
How wonderful it is
to be a boy in a dress.
Just watch him mince
His 'blue rinse' shocks
Day prince ... night queen!
Than-Bauk Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina
11/24/20
My darling son's gonna be a drag queen
It's the easiest job he's ever seen
He'll work local libraries
Just like older blue faeries
And study for law boards in between scenes