Best Draining Poems
Been eating medusa dates
Lovely fat juicy ones
I ate and ate them
Oh my they were so good
Why does my stomach feel *****
I thought the next day
Oh my! to the bathroom I ran
and sat , and sat and sat
Dare not leave, was in a quandary
The estate agent was calling in an hour
My mam needed a price for probate.
The smell lingered , Febreze Air, or the external fan
Couldn't remove it.
The doorbell went, I went out the back door
Left my mam to apologise, to this day
I do not eat fresh dates.
Beware of things fat and squiggy nice to eat
Can lead you into a foul smelly time.
Penned 29 April 2015
Categories:
draining, truth,
Form:
Free verse
She thought she would grow green in the sun,
Branches spreading sweetly in the garden,
Suddenly she was wrapped with pain from failing dreams
Categories:
draining, life
Form:
Haiku
Swallowed fear down my throat
In the whirlpool of my stomach
Striking lighting in my chest
Sending earthquakes along my skin
Hair stands on end. Alert.
Fear.
Draining.
Fears a draining thing.
A fight for my sanity against evil that doesnt exist.
Labored breath fills the room
That slams into darkness
I.cant.breathe.
A stale room filled with the scent of my own tears and sweat.
Is this what dying is?
Am i dying?
Living?
Im living each day with another panic attack
in my mind,
im breaking.
I cant stop shaking
I just wanna go home
To simpler times
Wanna rewind
A place where everyday isnt dark
But instead light is shining
Where i wake up in the morning without
Fear.
Fear.
Fear is draining
Categories:
draining, abuse, anxiety, childhood, depression,
Form:
At early dusk,
I watch the locked moon
and wonder:
Shall I comprehend
her still?
Careless me,
be better.
For, we are the night,
my sorrow,
and when she's gone
we are but alone.
(this was a poetic exercise I did thanks to another poet's suggestion - took first and last lines from 4 of Robert Frost's -
could be any poet - poems and mixed the words - then used them as my basis for vocabulary pool - didn't use all of
them and the only word I added was "alone" at the end - simply because nothing else fit. What a way to stretch the
brain!!! The four poems I used were: "The Sound of Trees", "My November Guest", "Locked Out" and "The Rabbit
Hunter". )
Categories:
draining, introspection, life, peace, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Dear Donalds and Fans Thereof
I suppose by now you have noticed
there is an unfortunate difference
between draining the swamp
and becoming the swamp.
Swamp life promises fast thrills
but delivers slow and sure decomposition,
decay,
dissonance,
despair,
loneliness at the sadly shared bottom
of the top.
But, the swamp is also rich with creolization opportunities,
polycultural seductions and fertility,
cooperative marshes
trying to breathe
underneath our oil slick
toxic ego-incorporated politics.
To drain the swamp
we must first notice
we have become swamped.
To drain the Trumps
we must first notice
we have become trumped.
Categories:
draining, earth, health, humanity, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
As the rain bounces off the cold hard concrete
Such a dark and gloomy grey making the sun so discreet
Wet weather washing whether we like it or not
Praying for sun to come and dry the drizzle we fought
When it rains it pours and the thunder it roars
Short flashes of fury lighting up the indoors
A trickley tap tapping as the house cat is napping
Flapping her tail furiously at the thunder that's clapping
Tic turns to toc from the slow unyielding clock
As we talk of how time is taking two times the length to mock
From a long hollow gaze out the window we see
A beam of broken light breaking through the misery
A drop of the heart and hope is regained
A calming stillness as our worries are drained
Categories:
draining, absence, addiction, allusion, anxiety,
Form:
Rhyme
I used to be much nicer.
I once was really sweet.
I’d smile at every stranger
I’d cross paths with on the street.
But as I’ve aged, I’ve noticed
All that charm in my reserves
Has evaporated, since so many
Folks get on my nerves.
Like the pushy, the obnoxious,
Those too loud or dense or rude –
They’ve demolished my demeanor
And displaced my attitude.
There’s a reason older people
Turn cantankerous and cross
For experience drains patience,
Which is everybody’s loss.
Categories:
draining, age, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Horn Draining Swamp Poems
Bristol Stomp To Drain Swamp
After having been doing the Bristol Stomp,
Depressed after on were starting to romp;
Never would wait,
Or did evaporate;
Dimwits and fools started draining swamp.
Jim Horn
Development Was Revolting
Development was really deeply revolting;
Out from deep swamp did come bolting;
What we would dread;
They started to shed;
Stopped laying more eggs and are molting.
Absentee Ballot from Bo Peep
Were being back in swamp that was deep,
Politicians had started being a big creep;
Danced all around,
And would astound;
Stole absentee ballot from Little Bo Peep.
How are these for starters?
Jim Horn
Categories:
draining, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
I’ve suppressed so much inside of me, positive and negative.
The accumulation has grown to the size of an ocean.
However large I protect it discreetly, with great precision and intensity.
This creates a dilemma, now that I feel God leading
me into a place of greater expression, a place
that will lead to the draining of my coveted ocean.
In this place the days of the small, sprinkle-sized expressions
come to an end
I’m scared of this place.
If my ocean is drained you will see who
I really am - that is my biggest fear.
My mind hates this, but my Spirit knows I
need this
It’s all so crazy, but if God is truly behind this I know He
is not the author of confusion.
With that said, I guess it’ll all just have to make
more sense as my coveted ocean drains….
Categories:
draining, christian,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Around and around and around
The drain swirls everything down
It sucks up water
It sucks up emotion
It sucks up my life
And delivers to the ocean
You are the drain that
consumes my day
I'm going down; there I go,
Swirling away
Can't you leave just a little drop
I need something to hold onto,
I need something to stop
Nope. That's okay.
I'll just rust in these pipes
Maybe one day, I hope and I pray,
you'll get tired of watching me swirl away
Categories:
draining, lost love
Form:
Rhyme
Once again, sleep evades me
Weary and worried, I lie awake
Struggling to quiet my anxious mind
The relentless 'why's' and 'what if's'
And the self-deprecating thoughts stealing my slumber
A complicated dilemma and a tough choice
An outcome and a consequence
Does my head know best?
Why does my heart feel otherwise?
Not sure the odds are in my favour
I continue to toss and turn
Feeling uncertain and ill-prepared
Exhausted eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above
Time is about to run out
Both on my deadline
And my night's sleep
Categories:
draining, conflict, faith, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Darkness overcomes the light
Draining the dew from the sun
Alone with my heartache I fail
Memories blow hard surrounded
The twinkles have lost their shine
Words uttered have been silenced
Trembling I await my final fate
Shadows slip off into solitude
Laden lies another storm
My mind hums a dreaded tune
But my soul still marches forth
Winds rest now for I am weary
These arms can not hold on
Restore her to the way she was
Let distant desire lead her home
Categories:
draining, storm,
Form:
Free verse
emotionally draining
distressing encounters
became the norm
highly emotionally
volatile situations
would erupt with
or without any
probable cause
try as i might
i was never able
to douse the emotionally
driven flames
Categories:
draining, conflict,
Form:
Lyric
Phoenix guard Devin Booker
Is a three-point sharp shooter.
Categories:
draining, basketball,
Form:
Epigram
Like an open wound
That won’t heal
The current political situation
Bleeds out…
A hemorrhaged polarization
Inside a malignancy of lies
Draining our spirits
—of all life giving faith
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Categories:
draining, political,
Form:
Free verse