Best Drop Off Poems
My Saddest Day(A Dog Gone Tableau)
I Had to leave him
(though he yapped and whined)
at the adoption drop off,
(I still loved him so)
with folks that I'd entrusted
(he was my dear friend)
with his safe keeping.
(He'd turned old and blind)
His mournful howl followed me
(when we let him go.)
as i exited the door
(How can my heart mend?)
My two poems for the Intermingle Contest of Craig Cornish:
My Saddest Day, written a while earlier than actually posted on 9/21/2014
& A Dog Gone Tableau, posted 10/17/2014 a few days after I wrote it.
By Andrea Dietrich
(The idea for what to use was inspired by my wonderful friend, Harry Horsman)
Categories:
drop off, dog, lost love,
Form:
Verse
Come with us Halloweening.
We’ll frolic in the streets.
We’ll race from house to house to house
Spouting “Trick-or-Treats.”
And eagerly we’ll each collect
Confections in a bag.
Fellow ghouls, we’ll abandon you
If you even start to lag!
No slackers in OUR party
As we dash from door to door.
Unlit locations far removed
Instinctively we ignore.
Our goal: to get all we can hold
This wickedly winsome night,
This “Hallowed Eve” of children’s dreams
For fancy and delight.
A time that kids’ imaginings
Collectively take flight
In form of costumes of all kinds-
Of whimsy and of fright.
For Dale and I, that’s part of the fun,
But even better yet
Is what we’ve counted the days off FOR-
The bounty we’re going to get!
And through the dark we onward dart.
Watch as we trespass
People’s lawns, but yards with dogs
We cleverly bypass.
And when we need to go back home
To get more paper sacks,
We drop off treats we’ve got so far,
Then quickly double back. . .
Until we’ve covered every block
Of every foreknown spot
That we had ever frequented
And some that we had not!
Then good and late we homeward speed
With just a little dread,
For darkened windows greet us
And most folks have gone to bed.
We throw our candies on the floor,
So much there is to eat!
We count each chewy chocolate bar,
Each popcorn ball and sweet.
We toss out raisins, apples,
Tiny suckers, silly fruit,
Or give them to our siblings
Who received too little loot.
Then off to bed, our day complete,
We dream of how we’ll feast
Each day with glee, while savoring
Our treasury of treats.
For the Halloween Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
drop off, day, halloween, house,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a narcoleptic,
I sleep at any time,
no doubt I’ll drop off frequently
before I end this ………………………………rhyme.
It can be quite embarrassing,
between just me and you,
in the bank the other day
I dozed off in the queue.
As if that wasn’t bad enough
I let out quite a snore,
a real raucous rasper
that left my throat quite sore.
My constant napping problem
has somewhat skewed my fate;
destined to be a spinster,
I snooze on each first date.
There was one special fella
who took me out to dine,
my face was drawn into my plate
as I closed these eyes of mine.
He gave me money for the bill
and stifling a grin
he walked away and whispered
“You’ve something on your chin”
I think I’ll have to end now,
I’m sensing heavy blinks,
I cannot write another word
I need my forty ………..................... winks
** for Nikko's 'Your Snooze, You Choose' contest
Categories:
drop off, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned I,
lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes,
it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost,
across the room that never comes close,
my mind protects itself from some images,
probably awake cus my dreams have edges,
nothing on the tele but Teleshopping,
trying to sell pots pans and mops but I'm channel hopping,
maybe I should count that instead of sheep to drop off,
it's dark and rainy outside and there's strange noises up in the loft,
I don't really care though as long as they stay there,
if it's burglars it's funny cus they'll hide til all clear here,
and what weirdo would brake into and burgle the attic first,
a junkie on crack thinking he's superman singing Fred Durst,
Limp Bizkit I want a biscuit in a whiskey,
I'm tired now I've bored myself, I expect I'll sleep in a minute,
this poems over matey, find something else.
Categories:
drop off, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
'Twas the night before Christmas and it started to snow
Santa Claus was getting ready to go, ho ho ho
To keep himself warm he drank Scotch whiskey from a keg
Then walked to get Rudolph, slipped on ice and broke a leg.
The elves rushed over and put Santa on a stretcher
He told the head elf, Mrs Claus you'd better fetch her
She came out of the house with a big smirk on her face
Santa said" the jokes on you, you'll have to take my place".
She started to protest saying " I don’t know the way"
Santa said "Rudolph does, you just sit back in the sleigh
When you get to the rooftops just slide down the chimney
Drop off the kids presents and put them under the tree".
Things went so well and all the presents got delivered
But temperatures were dropping and Mrs Claus shivered
She made it back to Lapland quite late on Christmas day
Santa was there to greet her and he had this to say.
"All the children of the world today are full of glee
Woke up this morning to find presents under their tree
If it was not for you children would have been so sad
That you stood in for me makes me feel proud and glad".
"A big roaring log fire I've prepared just for you"
Told the elves' to get her in cos she was turning blue
Said "first take her to the kitchen it's nice and warm there
She can start cooking dinner and other Christmas fayre".
Written 22nd November 2019
For The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Joseph May.
Categories:
drop off, children, christmas, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
I had to leave him
at the adoption drop-off
of the place I’d entrusted
with his safe-keeping. . .
his mournful howl followed me
as I exited the door
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no6' Contest
Categories:
drop off, dog,
Form:
Choka
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
Categories:
drop off, funnywinter, winter,
Form:
Limerick
It was an ordinary kind of day,
You had left me to go to work
And drop off Denny at school
A factory klaxon was sounding
In the distance; and I pictured the
Morning shift dragging the night's
Dreams inside
Outside, the peach trees we had
Just planted, bowed to each other,
As though acknowledging their taste
And then that picture on the mantelpiece
Brought night in to the breezy light room,
Tugging at my shirt collar like a debt
But I turned away to the blue sky; and
The bowing peach trees asked why?
Categories:
drop off, grief, i miss you,
Form:
Free verse
A sigh--
as strong as the
rivers' flow,
where dark pain
forces the flower.
Oh! To sleep through sound
and uncrossed
dreams.
My mind groans
for the woman
just beneath
the great horn.
The years drop off sharply
into the river,
just beneath the bridge--
to flow back to the sea.
To evaporate and come at us from a different angle...
Next time?
Categories:
drop off, introspection, leaving, repetition, river,
Form:
Blank verse
Stop, smell the roses and take your time.
Drop your guard and open your prosaic mind.
Walk under a shower of fresh rain.
Look up beyond the common plains.
Up in the sky sets a big beautiful rainbow.
Take in the beauty, drop off your mental cargo.
Feel the breeze of the wind as it leaves no trace.
Soak up the rays of the sun beaming upon your face.
Lay out a blanket, in the middle of a flowered field.
Close your eyes, whelm up the smells it yields.
Nature rendered you into a peaceful slumber.
Enchantingly inviting you back into her chamber.
Categories:
drop off, adventure, inspirational, nature
Form:
Light Verse
The images plucked from a full soft drive like over blown berries
threatening to fall……blasted to the humus. Swing chains creak.
The high-backed, heart carved, chalk white, front porch swing sways;
to the kicking of your feet. Beside me, you sit in spankin’ new school clothes singing.
Together wrapped like pretzel dough, we warble, annoying the sparrows.
The bumble bee yellow and black stripped school bus is late.
The dreamy cottage bungalows’ screen porch perches like a tree house ledge
over the four story drop off. Hundred year old sentinel pines tower still above us,
limbs house hug. The occasional cone drop ricochets down the trunk
to a soft needle landing, and a bouncing roll before falling off the retaining wall
We own the world. King and Queen of the Mountain are we. I sing “Ducky Duddle” to you.
You laugh. All the joy in the world in such a small sound. Oh, how I loved to make you happy.
Two short years before, even your name was new to you..my boy, Jamie.
Categories:
drop off, childhoodhouse, school, house, school,
Form:
Free verse
Everything fades at the end of the day
Time ticks by and the seconds make way
For a trip of a lifetime on the sleep train
As words expire and then numb the brain;
Can it be that the sun begat rain
When the wind blew straight and the pain
Was felt as you flushed down the drain
With a rhythmic sway that stole the words
That caused you to stumble when you climbed the stairs;
Watching the night light flicker off and on
As the day flashes by like a bad neon;
Terrible lines appear on the brow as wounds
From the work scar you gained at the loom,
Seeing the light flash brighter then dark
And nobody sees as you try to park alongside
The bus at the stop to the city, waking or sleeping
The day is escaping all thought that you worked at all;
Did wondrous fears overcome your desserts
When eating and sleeping are nowhere in sight
And words tumble around that memory space
But you have forgotten the time or the place
And visions of beauty and strangers implode
As the world of your wording is lost in the thought
Of a thesaurus vocabulary as words fall out
And there is no cavalry to rescue at the last resort;
As everything fades and memories jade,
Seeking all thoughts for words that engage
And finding the light has gone away
The dream of the wordsmith has lost his way
And the desert is calling as words keep falling
And nobody can show the way to the entrance again;
And light flashes on and off again as the last word
Expires and falls from the brain
And the words drop off and silence reigns.
Categories:
drop off, health, inspirational, words,
Form:
Free verse
I want to drop off the end of the world
You have tied your puppet strings around me
You act as my master and I am...nothing
Do you even love me anymore?
You lie about me, and to me,
Am I not perfect enough?
My Paint chipped away.
I give up everything for you,
you want me to give up even this too,
and you give nothing in return,
nothing.
I hate you for that,
for tearing me apart,
I am chunky,
and plain,
I cant sing,
and I'm ugly,
I am useless,
and my drawing sucks,
I shouldn't write because you don't like it,
my hair is thin, my eyes are empty,
I'm crying and you don't give a damn.
You tell me these things and yet you say you love me,
Tell me, How, how is THAT love?
I'm tired, and I don't feel well,
You make up things and exaggerate,
And secretly I'm psychoanalyzing you.
So tell me love,
Why are you so insecure,
Why shouldn't I trust you -- Because your mistrust of me,
Is really what that says,
What are you doing wrong?
What are you waiting for?
To make me nothing before you leave me for one of those prettier girls?
But I say f*ck you,
I'm tired of these games,
I AM beautiful, and the world knows it.
and everything you say about me, is wrong.
Ps. Don't believe me, but the truth is,
I truly, really do love you...
Categories:
drop off, me, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
let your tears roll free
and the stress drop off shoulders
weight of world lifted
Categories:
drop off, celebration,
Form:
Haiku
She was lovely, a beautiful kind soul, giving, loving, generous, but also apologetic for being alive.
Her light gray eyes danced and pranced, and her laugh was hearty when you got to know her.
Lots of people thought she should be invisible.
They wanted their garbage dumped, and their rooms vacuumed and cleaned silently.
Knowing this, she usually kept her head down, saying few words, afraid of being rebuffed.
I brought her a sandwich, and stayed late one afternoon, to get to know her.
She had sacrificed her whole life to help her drug-addicted mother, and now her drug-addicted sister.
All of her money went into her mother’s bills, her mother’s habits, and her sister’s four children.
Her sister was currently serving another sentence in Leavenworth prison. Pregnant, of course.
In a few months, my friend would get a call to come pick up the new baby from the prison.
What choice do I have? She asked me. We cannot have her babies raised by strangers.
She would drop off the baby with her drug-addicted mother who keeps the blinds closed all day,
And bemoans the fact that the other children there are hungry, and crabby and wake her up with their noise.
She did the best she could, enabling her mother and her sister, sometimes taking the babies to their well-check appointments and paying for them of course.
She gave everything she could to her family. A beautiful soul. I asked her what she had wanted to do as a child, what she dreamed about doing when she grew up.
I dreamed someone would take care of me, she said.
I wanted someone to save me, but they never came.
No, we would not want these babies raised by strangers.
Categories:
drop off, addiction, drug,
Form:
Free verse