Best Drain Poems
I took a visit inside my brain today
To check what was happening
It has been a little sluggish of late
Like a cloudy day not a clear day in spring!
It was dim on entering
So l turned on my lamp
It was really quite foggy
Felt a little damp
The memory section caught my eye
As there were countless empty spots
A bundle of wires nearby
All tied up in knots
The vision section was labelled
Though extremely hard to see
From a distance
I think it read:
h E L p M e
The emotional section was out of control
Eratic movements up and down
Huge highs , deep lows
Overstressed and unwound
My brain it seems is in great need
Of an overhaul and mending
Overwhelmed , l swiftly exited my brain
Service and repairs left pending
DOWN A STORM DRAIN GONE FOREVER.
There was once a wicked, jealous old human,
Who lived in a house down the lane,
Not far from us,
Ugly and mean sounding, couldn’t tell
If man or woman,
Was narky to the neighborhoods children,
Including me,
We discovered this human was woman with
One large bosom!
She lived on her own, no children or husband,
Or even a pet,
She always wore the same apron, her hands always
Hidden in this grubby apron,
My friends decided on a bet,
That she had a gun and would should shoot,
Us all dead
Why else would she always keep her hands
In her apron we said!
We could never have guessed the truth
About this apron.
One day we saw two young girls laughing at her
She was furious, fiddled in her apron
And immediately,
Upon doing this, the girls fell, and each
Broke a leg!
We couldn’t believe what we had seen, I noticed a
Hairpin on the path, going back, very sharp,
And then another and another,
Each one, a different color.
Obviously someone was throwing the
Used pins away,
In a very careless way!
I have to find out what is in her apron pocket,
I said to my friends, so early the next day,
We all met
Behind her house, I was chosen to be
The pickpocket,
So I crept along the bushes outside her house
Waiting for her to have her afternoon snooze,
I saw a locket around her neck which was open
And from it peeped bright colored
Hairpins, she was asleep,
With one eye open, I thought I could see
Her eye socket!
Terrified I stretched out my hand, put it gently
Into her apron pocket,
And pulled out a tattered faceless little doll,
Home made from potato sackcloth,
A voodoo doll, screamed James,
He was certainly not wrong for he played
A great deal of TV horror games!
She obviously pricked the voodoo doll
With colored pins,
Every time someone annoyed her, she would one
Day pay for her sins!
As quickly as we could we ran to the nearest drain
Down the street and dropped it in, it fell silently
And disappeared, gone forever,
That woman was not sane!
The next day early we walked towards her house,
The house was empty and the horrid old witch gone,
We breathed a sigh of relief as we watched
A new morning dawn!
Contest: Down a storm drain, gone forever,
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Date entered: 2019/03/02
Drop by painless drop
Washed down the drain,
Flowing to a stop
Free from my brain
Hysteria and torment
With regret to follow,
Make their descent
Amongst fear and sorrow
There they all go
No need for them now,
Still learning to do so
Was never taught how
So deeply instilled
And clotting my veins,
Their intention fulfilled
Until I took the reins
To draw the old strife
Siphon all the negative,
Right out of my life
For a chance to live!
My heart was racing, for the boy
that I adored had handed me
a note he told me wait to read,
so home I ran excitedly!
I did not dare to read it yet,
for he was walking down the street
with friends of his. Oh, how I hoped
that he had written something sweet.
When almost home, I crossed the street
but tripped! That was not clever.
From my hand slipped Johnny’s note,
down a storm drain gone forever!
Too shy to ever tell the boy
I had gone and dropped his note,
I saw him next day; he just smiled.
Oh, to know what Johnny wrote!
Johnny must have been shy too.
What if all that he could say
was in the note that he had written
which had gone and slipped away?
Had Johnny wanted anwers from me?
His smiles then stopped! I will never
know his feelings, for now his note was
down a storm drain gone forever!
March 17, 2019
for Eve Roper's Down A Storm Drain Gone Forever Poetry Contest
Love is not a siphon, not the slow hiss
of your breath leaving your body
to fill another’s hollow chest.
It is not the night you stay awake
listening for the sound of breaking—
the cup, the heart, the spirit.
You were born with your own fire,
your own name in the dark.
No vow ever meant surrender of the soul.
When they call their rage a sickness,
you may understand, but you must not drown.
Love does not bruise, or barter, or beg.
It does not take what cannot be given.
Pain is not proof of devotion—
you are not their cure, nor their mirror.
Step back into the light.
Your being whole is not self betrayal.
I've lost my keys a million times,
So often that it really seems a crime.
I think it very odd where they turn up,
One time I found them in my coffee cup...
You might think Id keep them in my purse,
But that just makes things so much worse.
That thing resembles a bottomless pit,
Couldn't find nuthin' there I must admit...
They say it's caused by brains that shrivel,
But I gotta think that's just pure drivel.
If so ,today I probably wouldn't be alive,
Since I've been loosing keys since I was 25...!
Why can't I find my keys?
For the contest..
The wind in my hair does rearrange
What $25
Took thirty minutes to train
Cile Beer
August 19, 2010
What I want to be is content
Satisfied
Pleased with my life
Looking at myself
I've lost self love
I've lost self assurance
I've lost self actualization
I've lost me
In this deadly process
I've been searching
Like forensics teams on missing person's
For a purpose
I'm starting to lose focus
Envy starts arising
Plentiful opportunities to hurt
Yet the only blood that drops
Is from my own skin
Losing
It's evident
That i'm draining
Not understanding the path
That has been chosen
I can't find joy in the best things
I simply poke needles until they inflate
That's just my state
Love is in the air
I'm starting to feel a lil *****
Cause nobody is ever there
Everybody else gets their someone
Alone. I lose more blood.
My heart beat stops
I'm draining away
I can count my lovers with fingers
not promiscuous none the less
at age sixty two what say you
never used a condom
as it will be condemning
my beliefs
of not procreating
good genes
or the crazy
never to hold my babies
as fetus they were flushed
for the abuse at age fourteen
not a choice if you tell me
of morning sickness
to hide from my mother
bringing the wolf in her den
of lush and many tears
well I paid the price
but all is swell and a line or two
a survivor for you to read
the indulge the dreams
A dream I had before summer:
"I should publish my poetry so I could become known forever!"
That precious dream went down the drain
The last idea I had in mind:
"I should take a cool shower so I could feel as scrumptious as ever!"
That foul idea plugged up the drain
One truth that's really hard to face is that our world is in a very
dark place.
Most people know it, one doesn't need to be sensitive nor even a poet.
Unless we're living like a mole, external stressors take their toll.
Mental health conditions are on the rise, four Americans out of five..
All modern cultures across our globe suffer these same stressors I've been told.
The human brain needs a sense of control to keep external stressors from
taking their toll.
A constant release of cortisone will weaken these bodies that we own.
If our stress hormones are constantly released our minds and our bodies
become diseased.
When a body is battling constant pain in time it actually shrinks the brain.
It becomes the brain that never shuts up until the immune systems had enough.
If we meditate, eat right and exercise, our brains will help us live long and
healthy lives..
A tornado warning came upon a sunny day
While rushing home I saw a child staring down a storm drain
I stopped and asked what do you see
I see my heart drifting away
I received my boyfriends heart on this Valentines day
As I was walking home the wind blew it away
I ran to catch it and it fell into the rushing water by the curb
I went to grab it but the storm drain took my heart away
Please help me find this heart for without it mine will be broken
I turned my yellow flashing lights on and radioed for help
We removed the drain cover and I climbed into the drain
Praying we could find this little girls heart today
I received a call on the radio about a block away, we found it he said
Well bring it here we haven’t much time the storm is on it's way
As he pulled up in his yellow city truck with yellow lights flashing
A small boy walked over and said:
You have not lost your heart for I am standing right here
This storm drain could never take away our Valentine Love this way
He placed a tiny candy heart into her hand that read
Be Mine,
As tears of joy ran down her face a kiss on his cheek she gave
I will always be your Valentine
Contest: Down the storm drain gone forever
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Dated Created: 02/25/2019
Another Atlantic City hotel-casino is going away.
The once-esteemed Taj Majal closes its doors after Labor Day.
It has a big casino with tables and machines galore.
There are posh restaurants, a state-of-the art theater, and much more.
This place is truly a landmark at the New Jersey Shore.
However, it will be a part of history, and not around anymore.
The hotel still bears a presidential candidate's name.
In recent years, it has fallen into financial shame.
It's been awhile since that man has been at the establishment.
These days, he's too busy running for President.
Not long ago, he had four hotels in the city.
Soon he will have none. Does that seem like a pity?
from a news story found on New York Daily News.com
What does it take to drain a swamp?
A weakling or someone with strength and pomp?
How deep in the mire must this one go
To effect a change from the muck we know?
To drain a swamp, takes grit and a STOMP!
I took a visit inside my brain today
To check what was happening
Its been a little sluggish of late
Like a cloudy day not a clear day in spring!
It was dim on entering
So l turned on my lamp
It was really quite foggy
Felt a little damp
The memory section caught my eye
As there were countless empty spots
A bundle of wires nearby
All tied up in knots
The vision section was labelled
Though extremely hard to see
From a distance
I think it read:
h E L p M e
The emotional section was out of control
Eratic movements up and down
Huge highs , deep lows
Overstressed and unwound
My brain it seems is in great need
Of an overhaul and mending
Overwhelmed , l swiftly exited my brain
Service and repairs left pending!