Best Drier Poems
Admiration For the Person You’ve Become
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
Reflecting in the year’s past of your favorite toy
Was also your security blanket that you always kept near
A mere little stuff rabbit you loved so much dear
If it disappeared, it would always reappeared
From the washing to the drier because it had been so soiled
As you grew older the little artist and Shakespeare you became
Pictures, flowers, poems I would find I’d date and write your name
There were times fear overtook your little mind sweetheart
You would walk in your sleep until the pain would go away from your heart
You'd whisper in my ear to tell me you loved me
You always wanted to be like your daddy, inventive
You've become a man, “Mama I love you” you still tell me
You've become the carbon copy of your dad and passive
We are so proud you took the road of responsibility
Your dad and I agree
You are still my little artist and Shakespeare full of joy
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
Admiration For the Person You’ve Become
2/27/2016
My Lovely Children
A Gift You Are
Who would have thought I would be blind
To eternal sunshine that’s mind
The day you were born was the beginning
My heart's petals bloomed most compelling
Tears of joy I shed while I saw you smile
In my arms I knew the pain was worthwhile
Lullabies sung and hummed to bring comfort sleep
As you lay in your crib without a peep
Challenges as you grew with bumps and bruises with footfalls
Sticky fingers, scattered toys, fancy artwork on the walls
Meaningful memories as I look into your eyes
Of the mischief you use to get into, but I was wise
I'll always be here whenever you need me
Stand by you, whoever you decide to be
Eternal sunshine that was mind is still my total joy
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
2/9/2016
This is dedicated to my three wonderful sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_gift_you_are_-_my_lovely_children_755125
Categories:
drier, child, love,
Form:
Rhyme
In spring he complained
It was always way to wet
The sound of chirping birds
Would make him get upset
He thought summer is drier
But when summer came it was hot
It was a far far worse season
At least that's what he thought
Perhaps he'd prefer the autumn
Cooler air and shorter days
Still the problem with autumn
Is that autumn rarely stays
Soon winter was upon him
He could feel it within his bones
Buried deep beneath the ground
They covered his grave with stones
For him the seasons were a problem
He wasted away all his days
What was gifted was extraordinary
Yet it never met with any praise!
Written April 7th 2016
For Shadow's Seasons Contest.
Categories:
drier, change, death, people, seasons,
Form:
Quatrain
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The beginning of winter
The winters hold....
Empty branches
Emptier hands
Living but dying
Without any plans
Breathing; beating....
Seeing
The best that you can?!
Seeing
Being
This barren land....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The midst of winter
Your growing old
Drying rivers....
Drier eyes
Another day closer
To the end, of your time!?
Time
Closer....
To the cold, inside
The dead of winter
The death of a life
The death in a world
That is dying; they cry....
Gray is gray
Cold is cold
The end of winter
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The winters, toll?!
Note: A retro repose from the
Winter of 06 & 07, I believe?
"'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
drier, faith, life, loss, sympathy,
Form:
Complaining Hitman
Sniper
Griper
Internet Detective
Hacker
Tracker
Welcomers at Adulterers Anonymous
Cheater
Greeter
Umbrella-carrying Pilot
Drier
Flyer
Male Greeter
Hello
Fellow
Elderly Au Pair
Granny
Nanny
April 13, 2022
Categories:
drier, humorous,
Form:
Footle
Thy love for me is sure,Knoweth I,
right from genesis,my heart goeth to thee,
ours had the permission of Cupid and holy saints,
Thou knoweth my strength and my weakness,
No dame like thee,my diamond!my moon!,
we -two were paired by the heavens,
whether thou goeth I go,just like Siamese twins,
The perfume of thy body filleth my nostrils,
Thy blinking eyelids beacon for affection
with twilight of hope and passion without caution,
I`m enthused,bemused and amused,O`! thou angel,
Thou art my golden crown;precious jewel!.
But now,thou jewel! Thou art being tarnished,
Sickness and ailment override thy being,
Thy blinking eyes are darker than scarlet;
Thy succulent lips drier than tanned horse skin,
Joy of motherhood turns to sorrow of departure;
O`death!,coward!,where lieth thy face?,
Our bond is stronger than thee,
Stretcheth forth thy hands, but thou hold her not,
For my hands standeth in-betwixt like a rock,
Summon all thy tools,we shall reigneth supreme,
O`,mother nature!closeth not thy eyes,
help us to fight this eater eating into her blood;
O` eater!,for thou to be a victor;
Prepareth to eat two meals at a time,
for our vow remains sacred and true;
"In death,we are one" and
"In death , we have won".
*Eater--cancer of the blood
CONTEST:'Bringin'out the "thees and thous" sponsored by Lisa Cooper poetessdarkly
Categories:
drier, life, love, art, art,
Form:
Free verse
Cranberry shaded leaves upon
Crepe Myrtle in the fall
Fig leaves change to their ripe color
Now those distant birds' call
It is so dry, Shikita ga Nai
'Tis the design for this time
But drier than some in the past
There's no reason or rhyme
Or is it in God's grand design
Of course, it has to be
God would send rain if it were not
The future is His decree
Hair turned white, Shikita ga Nai
Permanent color, could dye
But ages' affects, I can't stop
Rapture will be by and by
Let snow fall upon the mountain
Let crevices crinkle
Let the brain and heart be wise
And love's vision twinkle
Shikata ga Nai
Categories:
drier, age, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
You know, I thought changing one’s job would be easy,
To start a new vocation would be breezy.
I got me local newspaper, looking for a job as a sparky, (electrician)
But I said “what the F-ck, these ads were written by a sarky.”
The first job was an “Almond Knocker,”
Now this sounds as sleazy as sniffing used jockstraps in a locker.
Who wants to look for an almond the shape of a woman’s top half of her anatomy,
But, looking at women’s breast to find one that looks like an almond, appeals to me.
The second job was a “Blind Hooker,”
Now what can I say, that’s a woman’s job and boy she’ll have to be a looker.
She would be the cheapest thrill you’d ever have
You can imagine the police chasing her as she is lead by her all eye seeing sat nav.
Nope not for me…
Uuhh! Here’s one for me, “Bosom Presser”
Squeeeezing them breasts from the largest to the lesser.
I gave them a call straight away
Only to find out the job was not really that way
Dam!
The next one was, what the f-ck? a “Dike Stoneman”
Well I don’t think any man can
This must be a woman bouncer for a happy club ( I hope this is more politically
correct than saying “Gay”)
The one you greet say “Hey Bud”
Well later I googled the titles and yes you right, I was wrong,
I suppose me old job will be lifelong
Overworked, under paid
Oversexed under laid
Here are a few more jobs I came across, an “Egg Smeller, Chicken Sexer, Pillow Girl
:-) , Butt maker, , Fire Drier (never heard of wet fire) and for all you animal lovers out
there, Frog Shaker, Monkey Tail Puller and those who don’t change their underwear,
a Skid Marker
Categories:
drier, funny, life, workme,
Form:
Rhyme
The eye of the storm is upon us.
Calm seas are not far behind.
Though my ship may have
Loose nails and
Tattered sails,
A crew soaked to the bone,
There will be drier days.
Waves crush the bow
And hammer the starboard.
An unrelenting force.
But we do not fear,
For after their tantrum
The waves become
Calm and smooth.
There will be drier days.
Days of soft sands,
Fertile land.
Men, women, children.
People.
Laughing, loving, living.
I see them over the horizon.
Accompanied by the warm and soothing sun.
There will be drier days.
Categories:
drier, hope, inspirational, slam, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?
How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?
How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?
Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?
Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!
Categories:
drier, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
It's the last breathe of the dying land,
maybe an enchanted wind passing,
perhaps the spirit of a vanaishing forest,
everybody's specualting,
they are asking,
Who created that spectacle?
Their eyes are mesmerized and wider,
wandering towards the natural phenomenon,
it's something new to them,
never they have seen it since birth,
it's something spectacular,
a MIRAGE growing wilder on a dead river.
Perhaps the wind created it,
they thought,
while its scent,
blows very dry and getting drier,
no longer soothes,
but drying those woods cut from the forest,
they are charcoal woods for expanding
barbecue market in town's plaza,
everyday they will only be for charcoal business.
Forest,
you are not made for death,
but to live and let live,
yet you are not immortal,
you are getting balder,
and you stopped feeding the rivers with water,
your death is getting closer,
filter weaker the sun's heat,
getting hotter without you,
the land's temperature:
Feverish and rising out of control,
turning soils into pebbles and stones,
everything dried dying and thirsty,
everywhere,
from dead cornfields and deserted ricefields,
MIRAGE appears, dances and wilder.
For the greed of charcoal,
chronic abused of forest,
killing along their right to exist,
MIRAGE a symptom of uncontollable warming,
till everything die.
Categories:
drier, environment,
Form:
Ballad
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days
Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees
We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas
Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days
But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days
No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter
Categories:
drier, animals, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
Sestina
Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time fo harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days
Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Those garden vegetables will stored and put aside a cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day's fare with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_ gone are the bees
On New Year"s Day we will have those delicious peas
We will float into spring with all ease
On the day we will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves
March will come in bringing its strong breeze
Joy, oh!. joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
Newly hatched from hiding places comes those bees
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
In the newly planted garden_those early June peas
These wonderful times _joy of longer days
These times in life are just fun and a wonderful breeze
Then summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Out in the garden and in Pampas Grass thick with those bees
These times are wonderful long sunny days
Afternoons in the lazy hammock oh! what ease
How thankful that we have those great peas
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
Summer still has lazy days with ease
Soon those longer sunlight hours sunny sunny days
Begins to slowly fade then the change in those leaves
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those dry peas
Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees
By th warm fire spend our days, soon snow covers all those leaves
Categories:
drier, animals, life, nature, seasonswinter,
Form:
Sestina
Three million years ago.
Three toed, and foraging the swamp lands. No bigger than a house cat. Timid.
Horse found safety in numbers. Prey mammal. Happy horse.
Two million years ago.
Mother Earth began to dry, and the small herbivore found need not of so many little toes to carry itself through the wetlands. Time took a toe, for want of need tends to do this. Drier lands, less sinking times to mud.
Fast and agile kept it safe. Many predators to run from. Many leafy species to graze upon. Happy horse. Happy two toed horse.
As time does make way for progress, and need of speed increased, the little horse began to grow. The size made way for need again. Mother Earth takes good care of these things.
One Million years ago.
Happy horse walked on single toe, it had strength and weight to meet its foe.
Until a predator with mind of wise, with straight ahead, long visioned eyes.
Realized this horse could soon be caught, and traded with some food for taught.
Unlike the ones before which horse evaded, this one offered grain be traded.
Captured, trained, and kept a slave, with brute force this horse it gave.
A life in freedom it soon forgot, and many tricks it soon was taught.
I have found along my way, and continue learning to this day.
That Horse was here to make a trade, of partnership, we never made.
So next time that you kick it hard, remember the tale, from this horseman bard.
SHM
Categories:
drier, horse, happy, time, earth,
Form:
White socks in this pile. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Black ones over here.
I’ll hand wash my negligee;
It is much too sheer. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lots of colored work clothes
going over here.
Light towels here; dark ones there . . . . . . . . . with the ugly dishrags
But in this pile; all underwear!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . One red t-shirt; two in blue
Now I’m almost through.
Bed sheets here. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . My dark slacks here.
I think the piles are done.
In the washer; then the drier!
To make a load feel lighter, I try to make it fun.
Written 8/12/14 for the Teeter Totter Poem--Balance the Load Poetry Contest
Categories:
drier, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
This Winter will be much colder than last year,
but not colder than the average temperature.
Make sure you still keep your long underwear!
Precipitation will be above-normal levels for sure.
Record cold has impacted the world since December,
due to the jet stream pattern’s high pressure.
But what will it be like from Spring until September?
Above average warmth sounds like the most measure.
Climatology predicts that Spring will bring the biggest shifts,
Southeast all the way to the Gulf Coast will be quite heated.
Above toward the Colorado Rockies into the high rifts
is where the same temperature from last year is repeated.
In the Pacific Northwest, Spring will bring more cold conditions,
so keep those warm mittens handy until early May.
Based on the facts of the National Meteorologist Diagnostician,
most of the United States will have chillier nights and colder days.
Summer will be slightly hotter and more dry than usual,
a little more rain with more chance of tornadoes.
The Northwest will have much more heat that’s gradual,
making way for forest fires once again causing throes.
Hawaii’s forecast is based strictly upon topography
focusing on Honolulu, Maui, Kauai and Pearl City.
I guess the weather depends on the actual geography,
and ranges of temperatures based on atmospheric diversity.
It will be drier starting in Autumn two thousand eighteen,
a lot less rain and more of that beautiful October sun.
Along the Atlantic will bring climate chilled yet serene,
and November will start the snow until the year is done.
Overall there is not much change in this coming year,
pretty much the same environment from coast to coast.
I will admit that I am grateful to be living here
in Michigan where there are four seasons; it changes the most.
Weather Forecast 2018 - Poetry Contest
January 28th, 2018
Categories:
drier, weather,
Form:
Rhyme