Best Dropped Poems
Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered dust
“My sanity for some cool water”
When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,
wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze
as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,
to gather her brown and sepia landscape,
pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf
from the chalk textured ground taking it
where it would suit another, for this is my luck
"Take my shade I beg not, for it is merely a branch”
Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,
a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant
Nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place
once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now
green as if lush has just been defined
with sweet air and pomegranate skies featuring a glow,
pristine shades of which I’ve never seen, heavenly
“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”
When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost
slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own
personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart
An angel, a goddess, extends a hand to me?
My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle
her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating
to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder, is this my end?
“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly”
A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality,
now steadied by her touch and the sweet scent of lavender and lime
“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,
thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings
melodic and harmonious, a rhythm to the beat of my heart,
the race of my pulse, the love of my life, my muse, my all
“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen”
*I feel this poem speaks of poetry, the reason we are all here. To find and share our muse, to be inspired and grow together in poetry. It also was a step out of my comfort zone for me as this was an early write of mine where I tried a few new ideas.
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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath
my worn out sneakers,
black and white crushing beige
in slow fashioned footprints of blistered dust
“My sanity for some cool water”
When upon my shoulders, reddened by solar intensity,
wet from exerted energy, comes a breeze
as if Autumn has come to claim her colors,
to gather her brown and sepia landscape,
pull the lifeless trees, with little leaf
from the chalk textured ground taking it
where it would suit another, for this is my luck
"Take my shade I beg not, for it is merely a branch”
Like fingers of a silken web’s reach,
a soft caress of skin is not understood, though very pleasant
Nature finds me a shiver, a small comfort in this arid place
once crawling with snakes of assorted length, now
green as if lush has just been defined
with sweet air and pomegranate skies featuring a glow,
pristine shades of which I’ve never seen, heavenly
“To whom might I thank for such a gift?”
When before me stands, my eyes saturated and lost
slowly focus on beauty, winged loveliness now smiling within my own
personal oasis, which quickly forms in my heart
An angel, a goddess, extends a hand to me?
My cracked and weathered palm touches, smooth, gentle
her hand as she lifts me, I am weightless, floating
to her, my breath leaves me as I wonder, is this my end?
“If this beauty shall be my final curtain, let it be dropped slowly”
A voice of velvet speaks, as I fade in and out of reality,
now steadied by her touch and the sweet scent of lavender and lime
“I have come to you as a verse, for poetry is thy keeper,
thy words have been heard,” lyrical this voice sings
melodic and harmonious, a rhythm to the beat of my heart,
the race of my pulse, the love of my life, my muse, my all
“Eternal to you I shall write, for your beauty fuels my pen”
I am sorry
that when the world stopped
for just an instant
I dropped over the edge
Earth could not keep me
Seas didn't catch me
to wash me ashore
Sit here
with me
be still
ssshhhhhh
I move for you
in shadows
if you look
at walls
gaps of doors
Here I once jumped
thumps remembered
faded through
windows, opened
I once whispered
smiles still linger
in melodies
Songs, dances reverberate
bounce
against walls
through doors
In every breath you take
some love of me
floats into you
fills your lungs
You will smile
love again
***
May 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
P arking my Harley near the doorway, we sauntered inside.
O ther than a lone microphone, I took the emptiness in stride.
E VENTUALLY the emcee asked what would be our order,
T hough it was hard for him to speak because of his goiter.
R eaching for my empty wallet was an INEVITABLE ILLUSION,
Y our CREATIVITY will be needed now, to prevent any contusion.
P erhaps I was mistaken, thinking I’d drop in for an alcohol INFUSION.
A lthough, the strong smell of pot just might ease that delusion.
L ooking all around the place for some small sense of sanity,
A fter that, the TV just went blank during a show called “Hannity.”
C ould this place, I wondered; be a “poetry palace” with an open mike?
E xcited, I ran out for the chap book I left on my trike.
By John Trusty
can't really reach You
anymore
everything is
disappearing
our old arguments
as well
bits
just drop away
everyday
naked fear left behind
strangling your mind
normality already
a thing of the past
I am not sure
when it happened
crept up slow and stealthy
this drawn out
goodbye
not knowing
when my cameo role
in your heart
will fade away
to nothing
i’ve been s-coffing quite a lot lately ~ i think perhaps i’ve got a s-cold
said menippean to the rhymester ~ s-pitting out helios as he s-trolled
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a fair straightforward non rotating ~ syllable counted monoku
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even the maggots are important ~ grow wings and persevere with life
By
David Kavanagh
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
'Twas an unpleasant night for Santa Claus
When discovered he had pooped his drawers
From a rooftop he fell
Spread around was the smell
When he frightfully landed on all fours
Poor Santa was in such a lot of pain
For his knees had opened a sewer drain
He was cleaned with a hose
From his head to his toes
But the red pants of his suit had a stain
All the reindeer tried to hide their snickers
Rudolph's nose blinked off and on in flickers
Good thing Santa wore tights
To cover his 'delights'
Which were exposed when he dropped his knickers
I have been dropped. I fall fast,
Plunging into rage.
Inanimate.
I have no feelings or thoughts.
My end is to expose,
The cardinal demigods.
Through heartache and devastation no person should feel.
I fall, oblivious, augmenting anguish to everything,
Here and there.
WHO DROPPED THE LOVE BOMB?
Who dropped the love bomb?
Yes, I confess
it was I-
Who let it fall from the sky.
I flew over the battle-
In my stealth peace jet-
And I dropped the love bomb
I have no regret
Yes I dropped the Love Bomb-
For this " crime" I must pay
For now all the people
Are happy and gay
I dropped the love bomb
From up above
And now the whole world
Has fallen in Love
I dropped the Love bomb
That I will never regret-
I dropped the Love bomb-
That they'll never forget
Now In the aftermath of my responsible action
The whole world is filled
with peace- satisfaction
In the wake of the loving madness-
Every soldier is filled
with goodwill and gladness
And no-one gets killed
Happy people
Without fears-
without care
are scattered all about-
everywhere
Mirth Is Strewn haphazardly
about on the ground
There's no more despair-
There's peace all around-
The Tanks and guns are abandoned and silent
The Generals are doing a Salsa dance
No one is violent
They've all decided to give peace a chance
I dropped the love bomb
World leaders all
insist I was wrong
They can't let this state of affairs carry on
Everybody's singing a cheesy love song-
World leaders are making a tremendous fuss-
They no longer have any control over us.-
I dropped the Love bomb
It was on the TV News
The governments and warmongers are devastated
They're singing the blues-
This peace will cost them zllions in revenues
They say unless
hatred
is very soon reinstated.
To a future of peace-
The world is now fated.
I dropped the Love Bomb
It was my soul/sole decison
It hit its target with lively precision
The "victims" are still all hugging and kissing
But The governments are still fuming and hissing-
The bankers are losing in revenues
And peace is all you see on the TV news.
Yes-I dropped the love bomb.
Yes I take all the blame-
It felt so good
I want to do it again.
At the Bottom's dropped out.
I'll write to you
the end of the story.
The only one i know.
Sundown on a field of dandelions.
No step closer to rapture,
I smiled with no hurry
when i found myself here,
at the bottom's dropped out.
It never rests.
not even when it's over.
Like stale conversation
without bread nor water.
A river martin's graceful flight.
My smile came easy
when i saw you here
at the bottom's dropped out.
Lampblack spills on a white canvas,
like a clock running out of time.
The mood a smile brings on,
it never has to die.
Dustup Old Frisian theological nonsense.
The clouds burst with meaning
at the bottom's dropped out.
Like a sun spot on the Sun
Life stands still
as seasons change.
It’s not worth winding up the long rewind
of a slippery slope
towards yesterday’s face another time.
Let's have last seen each other here
At the bottom's dropped out.
I sent a wish to the sky
When the heart is weakening
You will give anything a go
I asked for an angel
To hold my head when it hurt
Who could love me so
I lifted my head in the rain
Harrowing to view
To me it was beautiful and free
I walked out into the dark night
Into the small hours
When nobody was looking for me
I was given all my broken pieces
And told to account for every part
And throw them back into a sea of blue
I dropped a tear in the ocean
The tide threw me a lifeline
The day I found you....
Its sad to see someone you know and love in a hospital bed,
Its sad to see them hanging on to there life by a thread.
You begin to wonder, someday that's going to be me laying here,
But than you noticed that you loved through so much you'll go away without fear.
Seeing an old man on his death bed is a sore sight,
Praying and wishing he comes out alive and ready to fight.
You begin counting down your own days to live,
Thinking about if there is anything else you would like to give.
I been dying for a while now and still in counting of my short days,
I know I can drop at any moment, but it only seems like I lived in a hais.
Who's going to remember me when im gone,
People will being saying look at what he has done,
A monster in discise I will leave this retched planet,
My body barried seven feet deep not six like everyone has done it.
To be further away from everyone they will burry me this deep,
Everyone will be free from this monsterish evil creep.
seeds dropped in soil
wetting daily leaves erupt
plants lean toward sun
The clouds forming
Beautiful shapes of love
In the blooming farms
Diamonds of rain drops
The better half of bright skies.
Phoenix of the dry marines.
The heaven crying ecstatically
Through the curtains of cloud
The shiny sober droplets of tears
Hushing the chaotic rays of sunshine
Embodying a loud rainbow of resurgence.
The sky is trickling
Crystal clear balls of adam's ale
Wetting the glossy tresses of trees
Pecking all the fur
Waking up the fragrance of the smooth mud.
The harmony of the rain drops
Sung by the enchanting sky props
The airy wind adding to the symphony
Swans proposing marry to me
Always a happy end in a happening rain.