Best Drop Down Poems
(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)
Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green
Master of disguise reaching for the top archers spot,
A bard, with uncanny precision, ROBIN nonstop
Splitting his opponent LIKE A BOSS!
Aiming arrows, where broken women sit
Creating fantasies, for his band of hypocrites
A serenade, of jealousy and mayhem
A poetic outlaw, generously taking what others earn
Wearing black tights, the hottest profile, sipping wine
A lust beyond Dorthy's Rainbow, a venomous poem
Somewhere, covered in leprechaun's gold
His chest is cold
- Yet warm from all the hands caressing this bard,
He is the best, gravity has no weight on his pen,
A soundless soldier having his way with his sword,
Executing those who challenge him,
Breathing life into many empty accounts
Giving voices and self-encouragement
With no time to drop down this bard from cloud nine
A dissipation of air fresheners and hello's
Painting pain just to pretend it hurts the person
A fragile voice whispering in the shadows
Slithering Secrets;
From this hooded bard who carries no face,
A mask of lies, taking what belongs to others.
Robin of honor, graveled by his peasants
MISUNDERSTOOD in every fashion, yet he preys
Pipping dreams away, down an infested rat's path
Shoving Little Johns hopes down the list
Robin is no common criminal, just a bard
Wearing a dark cloak, when in disguise
taking from the greedy --- giving to the needy
Thank you for enjoying my story
Robin Good and his network of Merry Men
2-3-16
Footsteps shuffle hurriedly on by
scents of jasmine drop down
from pearl white flowers
adorning her flowing hair
Paradise engulfs my soul
recreating memories of old
a time when I mattered
and life was deemed whole
I yearn to go back to that place
filled with a freedom of being
dwelling in favorable light
no longer hidden in plain sight
Rain is brewing;
black clouds hang over the Cockpit Country.
Them rainclouds have a habit of shifting colors like a lizard.
The smell of the pending shower is strong on September’s breath;
the sun take a well-deserved break.
Mango season is long gone,
and bellies are tied up in knots.
Naseberries; they accompanied the mangoes.
Them guys from abroad,
who bought the government land across from the football field,
slaughtered them faithful guava trees.
They build condos,
but poor people can’t eat condos.
How inconsiderate them big-shot government boys are.
We (me, Footloose, and Squealie) device a plan,
when our bellies start telling us something must be done,
but we have to wait ‘til darkness falls,
‘cause bushes have eyes in sunlight.
While everyone sleeps in the bosom of the night,
we put on our birthday suits,
and scale the barbed wire fence at the back of the house.
We are now one with the blinding shadows.
We race carelessly across the open pasture;
burrs biting at our tender flesh,
and mosquitoes humming maddening music in our ears.
We tip toe on the dry leaves,
using our hands as shields
to fend off the razor-sharp edges of the cane leaves.
We drop down on all four, bellies on the ground;
we navigate the rows like them American marines – naked and all.
We ate our full,
and Squealie wet the bed that night.
Them sugarcane have a way of making us hyper.
Footloose fell from a Poinciana tree and fractured his hand,
but we stayed energized that fall.
Minter Bridge Road to Burkhalter Lane
Alpaca farms dot the hilly terrain, baby llamas
Wear thick curly fur, until the shears come
They look really funny when the fur is all gone
From the top of Chehalem, a significant drop down
Now into Newberg a quaint little town
Velvet moss cloaks the ivy in emerald green
Entwined through a forest of Juniper trees
On to Spirit Mountain, Grand Rhonde’s old legend
Where old spirits dwell, their holiness beckons
It’s best to go slow in a horse powered engine, that
Would have impressed the Pony Express, the
Ghosts of Rogue River's tribes of Kalapuya
Smoking peace pipes in wigwams
On the banks of Nestucca
KA/ 2003
Note: A place where you can truly feel the old spirits dwell. Kalapuya (Calapooya) means “wealthy way of life”. A semi-nomadic people who lived in permanent winter villages (near present day Portland, Oregon) and traded with their neighbors of Northern California, Oregon Coast and Columbia River tribes.
People always forget every good thing you do…
Even after you go out of your way to help them..
With everything you have and everything you got…
Without thinking twice.. They will let you down…
We always meet someone for a reason…for the best or for the worst..
If they want use you... for their own selfish reasons..
Forgive them and forget them… Don’t hate them…
Don’t waste your time on them.. Just let that feeling go away..
If they want to test you…let them do it in their own way ….
But Pass the test in your own time... In your own way..
If they want to teach you… Learn the lesson well..
You get the chance to learn a new things again..
We are all humans.. We all have our mistakes…
No one is perfect.. No one is correct…no one is a saint…
If someone is not treating you right... let that feeling be away ..
If someone is not keeping their promises they made
Just remember promises are just are human words until is proven in anyway..
So start a fresh.. Hug the memory and say good bye ..
Wish them all the best in life with all your heart in anything come what may..
Then move on.. Just walk forward but please don’t look back...
It might hurt you.. it might stab you many times in the heart for everyday..
Tears will drop down countless times…
will feel like you are dying every moment passing by…
But you are going to be airtight…you are going to move again..
You can’t ever change what is done..
But you can always change what is to happen..
So with all the lessons.. Experience tears and sadness..
With all the mix of it ...Life will go on..it will always lead on..
So Trust me when I say…In time… everything is going to be alight...
and will make you stong to face it next time..!!
Dilu Wijegunasekara
10th of August 2019
Form:
You are there when I am happy and afraid,
my passionate love for you will never fade,
through days of sunshine and the rain,
and during long, sleepless nights of pain.
You spend time with me in winter and in spring,
to you, wealth just does not mean a thing,
and my looks do not matter to you at all,
you are near me through summer and the fall.
How much I love you, you will never know,
you take me to any place that I want to go,
whether it is to the country or the ocean,
and you comfort my every little emotion.
I hold on to you whenever I need to cry,
as tears drop down on you from my eyes,
you know me and my secrets very well,
so, promise me that you will never tell.
You bring warmth to me when it is snowing,
and relief when threatening winds are blowing,
no stronger love can ever be found,
trust me, I know, I have looked around.
You know you are truly my best friend,
I know I can count on you in the end,
When I am with you, I always feel free,
you never try to change me, you just let me be.
It is you that only my eyes can see,
the perfect companion for a girl like me,
you listen to every thought that I think,
I am passionate about you, my paper and ink.
(This is about my passion for poetry, just keep that in mind when reading!)
Just say GO
An imaginary race,
Running nowhere fast,
Sweat pours down my face,
Hoping time has passed.
Pop a pill an hour,
Distractions proving gold,
Hop into a shower,
Warm away the cold.
Drink. Drink. Drink.
Substitute the full.
Sink. Sink. Sink.
Deeper in the hole.
Hold on tight,
The pain will cease,
Then again,
It might increase.
Watch the mirror,
Let me know,
Tell me truthfully
Friend or foe?
Touch me, Love me, Praise me,
If only you knew how,
The aching doesn’t phase me,
I feel what I allow.
Run, fall, stop,
Sweat, sorrow, hurt,
Water, faster, pop,
Strong will, assert.
Temptation everywhere,
Peel away my skin,
Please don’t ever stare,
At what’s left within.
Gorge, eat, fill,
Shower, cry, sleep,
All against my will,
Guilty secrets keep.
Awake again tomorrow,
Vow a better day,
Full of shame and sorrow,
Starting over is ok….
Run harder, sweat more,
Pill, water, hands shake,
A casualty of food and war,
Legs, arms, stomach, ache.
Exhaustion engulfs,
Weakness follows,
Fade into sleep,
Darkness swallows.
Make it stop,
Pill, run, sweat, eat,
Spin my top,
Lose, gain, win, defeat.
Drop down,
Shake, cry,
Breathe slow,
Smile, die.
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A spic and span barren bed,
soft pillow with blanket spread.
You're tired and bored, all hackneyed.
Ready to sleep, drop down dead.
But...a vigilant mind..alive in dread.
cacophony..chaos..thoughts unsaid.
Another sleepless night ahead?
Head and heart throbs, like burning cigarettes
Broken love haunts, rude taunts and threats.
Throttled throat breathes, playback cassetes.
Silent tears douse, debts and regrets.
There lies the pillow, waiting to get wet.
That pillow.....so much you miss ..
Where Santa hid .....those gifts of bliss.
An angel mom blew goodnight kiss.
The pillow fights of sweet reminisce.
Now all ruffled,.. restless,.. whimpers hiss
Somnolent sombre eyes,
in endless rhythm eulogize..
A Sleepless Lullaby....
Dawn bids night goodbye....
The closer to heaven we become dreams are born pure
love the finest silk beams ivory on this earth's breath
Dewdrops weep for the night as starlight crystals drop down
amazing grace under a silver chalice drinking
From the moonshine is where the song sings loudest glory
drunken echoes return over the mountains smiling
tonight the moon finds peace casting shadows in her wake
Letters, falling apart
words, guiding no where
days are getting so dark
and I am so lost on my way!
Nights are getting Gloomy
and still I am so lonely..
I wish someone was there
just to hold me..
Moments stop where they want
People, every where, drop aside
no one carries on the way
even if you were to die..
I look around and wonder
why people are hitting hard
as if they are thunders!!
Causing the tears to drop down
as if the sky never stops raining..
Everything is so vague
hidden behind the Grey clouds..
And when I try to look through them
I get a hit back
and fall on the ground..
Even those who used to hold my hand
and raise me up, from every fall..
Now went away claiming that
they had enough from endless rose ups!
And here I am
in the middle of the road
standing in between
Mountains and Rocks
claiming to have a heart, and being of a soul
known as" Eternity Friends"
when they are just.. "No ones!!"..
At then I remembered that
whenever I need a helping hand
I will find one, at the end of my arm..
At least I can guarantee,
that it will cause me no harm..
In the Maritimes, it is difficult
Especially, on the Bay
Where winds are carried.
The temperatures drop down, really low
Could swear, you're in the Arctic
Snow piles up too.
The brutal winter wind, stays close behind
Dressed up, like an Eskimo
You will beg for warmth.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.6/2007
When the wild bull runs
Apple garden of Eden
Earth shakes free drop down
- A-L Andersen :)
- September 19 - 2014 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I walk a field where flowers yield
sweet pollen to the bees;
their fragrance sweet, I feel complete,
and drop down to my knees.
Humbly, I smell what blossoms tell,
whispering discreetly.
The petals kiss my cheek with bliss,
giving blush quite sweetly.
Bees gather round, and now I've found
I must be on my way;
but, keep the stings and gift me wings...
just like those bees at play.
Catie Lindsey 9/10/12
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Morning Walk
I walk the field where flowers surrender
releasing sweet nectar to hungry bees;
with fragrance so pure my heart does render,
giving way to respectful knees.
Every blossom inflames stale idle air
delivering a scent ever light and rare.
Petals brush my cheeks with delight
as kisses of fresh aroma ignite.
Bees assemble round the colorful bloom
I quickly retreated; gave them some room.
The playful bees can keep their stings
and drink the gift that nature brings.
Caryl Muzzey 2012
Sixth Place Winner ~ “(Re-write One of My Poems)” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
Nov. 5, 2012
Tonight we will be lovers
Tomorrow we’ll be friends
With you there’s no beginning
With me there’ll be no end
For just one night I will be yours
And you’ll belong to me
Tonight we’ll set the fire alight
We’ll set our passions free
I need to feel your touch
I need to feel you deep inside
Fulfilling all my needs
Until the sun begins to rise
Tonight, feed every hunger
That’s ever gone unfed
Live out every fantasy
Hidden in your head
Work your magic on me baby
Take me from behind
I’ll drop down on my knees for you
And slowly blow your mind
With every kiss, with every touch,
With every sweet caress
My body you will own
My soul you will possess
As you make sweet love to me
My juices overflow
In every sense I’ll feel you...
You’ll feel me too, I know
As the dawn draws closer
In your eyes I’ll see
Everything your feeling
As you lay inside of me
And when the sun arises
You’ll whisper in my ear
The word I know you have to say
That I don’t want to hear
We both know "one night only"
Would be all we ever knew
But always I will treasure
Every moment spent with you….
Giggle till ya? 9/8/11
Whoop’s, “that’s too funny oh stop your making me pee my pants.” Now that’s a good one, I’m so wet I need to change my pants.
Please stop my jaw hurts; I’m really serious it feels like it could fall off. Oh my stomach is killing me; you’re too funny I can’t stand it. Wait I think yes I did, “I peed in my pants.”
My whole body hurts I haven’t laughed this hard since I don’t know when. I think I’m going to pass out, stop I mean it. Laughter, the best medicine my butt I could have a heart attack.
Whoop’s what’s that smell? Yeah between the hiccups you guessed it, special delivery right in my pants. I was drop down laughing so hard I couldn’t help it; what do you do when ya laugh till you cry and then laugh some more. Laugh and laugh then pass it on!
Debbie Knapp