Best Easygoing Poems
I can be selfish, insecure
And mean.
I can hide my dirt,
I can choose to come clean.
I make mistakes,
I can be hard to handle.
I can bring peace,
I can bring scandal.
I can be rough,
I can be rude.
I can bring a smile,
I can ruin the mood.
I can change my mind,
Or stay the same.
I can sit it out,
I can play the game.
I can go with the flow,
I can make a wave.
I can mind my manners,
I can misbehave.
I can speak,
I can remain silent.
I can be gentle,
I can be violent.
I can be difficult,
I can be easygoing.
I can stay the same,
Or continue growing.
I can say the wrong thing,
I can be shrewd.
I can hold it together,
I can become unglued.
I can choose to teach,
I can learn.
I can leave here,
I can return.
I can walk away,
Or stay and represent.
It is all about how I react,
To daily events.
Turbo1904 ?
Off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
laidback, easygoing, mellow
not one to boom or to bellow
But the folks there taught him
to be ashamed of his privilege
That due to his fair white skin
the college had let him in
They told him that his part-time job
served the corrupt capitalist mob
that he should get out there and protest
with all the strength he possessed
So he turned against the 'system'
rejected those who would kiss him
learned to make a Molotov cocktail
targeted a cop; now he's in jail
Yes, off to college he'd gone
a cheerful, optimistic fellow
He'll return home a bitter young man
robbed of hope ~ no future, no plan
Love’s in the blue, the sky, the bird, the ray.
Xanthous flicker of light - the brilliant sun.
And white, the vellum space - she spills her day.
Emerald gown, her dress; hair golden spun.
Across the tiresome sea, the divide’s great.
Reflective waves imagine softest curls.
Easygoing, flashy morning, this date.
The reds turn black and storm’s a beast of whorls.
Yet, he hangs on a crest of splintered wood.
Seaman’s invested in a hearty plea.
“Call me back home. You’ll find me all good.”
He sings “Siren of mine, I will find thee.”
It’s in his dreams, though waves do kick and bruise.
She dreams it too, that it’s his fate to lose.
A swirl of color,
that spoon's stirring casual.
Tidal rotation,
moon drunk on a tie-dyed sky.
Easygoing, just flow slow.
Sensational
Easygoing
Laid back
Entertaining
Natural
Admirable
Genuine
Original
Marvelous
Electrified
Zealous
Brave, courageous and calm are words that describe this girl,
easygoing is my way but I am a curious kitty, an open-minded person.
Inquiring and spontaneous and I can really laugh at myself and do,
nurturing and loving, just ask my friends, trustworthy, a real good listener.
Give me a compliment and I am polite (my parents drilled that into me.)
Honorable, honest and hopeful are traits that I consider most admirable.
Until my end, I accept- that being human, of course I will make mistakes but,
my life is peaceful and spiritual and each chapter in my book meaningful.
Adventurous, fearless and confident is the way I face each new day.
no one is more charismatic, friendly- oh gosh I really do seem to like being me.
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July 5, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Being Human
Copyright Protected, ID 16-806-488-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Being Human
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fourth Place
Never be argumentative
Love
Lord
The air was pure and bright. A sea-salt tingle
hovered in an easygoing offshore breeze.
In mesmerising rhythm, wavelets sloshed
and swished along the timeworn jetty wall.
The bay was sparkling in the morning light
as early gannets hungrily patrolled
their crystal-clear domain.Slight movement now
within the overnighting boats, safe moored,
serenely sheltered at the break of day.
A swan flotilla, now near fully grown
and all in a row, in silence glided by,
exploring weed and tidal offerings
under a careful matriarchal eye.
The year was moving on, the midges gone,
and still the little ferry ploughed its course
across the bay, its passengers intent
on finding peace and personal content.
The cafe at the pier, with clinking cups,
was heralding the day, with early starters,
few in number now. The summer throng
dispersed and homeward bound, to feed
on memories. For some, like me,
a fitting epitaph might be
“He lived his life in thoughts of Arran “.
Broken circles, jagged edges
smiles that fade in the dead of night
Easygoing, songs and laughter
flashing eyes put the weak to flight
Smoke and mirrors, all deception
when will the dawn break new and bright?
Heart unspoken, heart gone numb now
cold and dim, just a flick’ring light.
Bony elbows, laughs melts ice caps
tongue and cheek just to pick a fight
Heart beats faster, tears or laughter
lost in my sadness and delight.
Tangled anger, threads unfurling
stumbling, falling, a sorry sight
Deep breaths, rhythm, blot eyes softly
keep a cool face with all my might
Toss for hours, I get nowhere
call them my friends and hope I’m right.
We grew up listening to the famous race
between the fast moving hare and slow moving turtle
in which the turtle defeated the overconfident hare
why don’t we turn turtle and learn its nature for
the turtles outlive generations of others species on this planet
they can protect themselves with sturdy shell shields
the turtles migrate frequently and travel long distances
they wisely understand ocean currents better than any else
the turtles have wrinkled bodies but also see many more seasons
they are laid back and love stability and live long
mythology reveres turtles who supported earth’s creation on their strong backs
and they draw strength from their meditation on the creator
they are friendly, easygoing and a patient lot
they may be cold-blooded but know how to adapt to all conditions
why don’t then we let them raise their necks high and learn from their wisdom?
Little Sister
Little sister, how might I say,
You never cease to brighten my day
From the house that was next door
I can't imagine being blessed more
Not by blood, but deep in heart
We've grown so close, we are one part
A part of which that in my soul,
My dear little sister, half my whole
From young age, we always hung out
Playing together, talking about
All the things we want to do
Dear little sister, if you only knew
If you only knew, in an amount
The joys you bring, too many to count
Your smile, your laugh, you're so tight
Personality, simply put, easygoing and light
So glad was I to live so close
To someone who I've loved most
And with time being as it is
Away at school, it's you I miss
As we ichat, at this very time
And I struggle to think of a rhyme
Moments ago, me rapping you songs
You laughing and saying, "Amy, so wrong..."
So here we are, my poem at last
I must admit, this came along fast
But Kara each word is honest and true
My dear little sister, I love you.
12)Coddle- Two fish enrapt in love.
13)Mustard- A diarrhea victim who can wait no longer.
14)Jam Session- A gathering of sweet-toothed weirdos with various jams and
jellies.
15)Coffee Table- An occasional table made of stale and hard coffee beans.
16)Condom- A very stupid prisoner.
17)Confederate- An inmate who nourishes his cellmate with food he sneaks
from the mess hall.
18)Condiment- A mint left on the pillow of Condolezza Rice's hotel room bed.
19)Metaphor- The reason you met her.
20)Meteor Shower- Cleaning meteors in your shower.
21)Osmosis- A female relative of the Osmond Brothers.
22)Gradute- A successfully educated studend ingested by a cannibal.
23)Grab Bag- A purse snatcher's job.
24)Wind Instrument- A guitar lifted and tossed in a hurricane.
25)Destitute- A broke prostitute.
26)Easygoing- Being tied in a wheelchair and pushed down the steepest street
in San Francisco.
27)Castrated- Judging who belongs in what pecking order in the movie cast.
28)Animosity- Dislike of mice.
29)Barn Dance- A group of barns dancing in a hurricane.
30)Carpeting- Gently stroking an automobile you love.
31)Chirk- A Cherokee idiot.
32)Coddle- Embracing your fish prior to frying.
33)Extraterrestials- Coming from another planet, or from Camden, New Jersey.
34)Hail Mary- A religious woman bombarded in a hail storm.
35)Hair Dresser- The absurd practice of putting dresses on one's head.
36)Homely- When poor ugly Lee is home.
37)Antacid- A psychological hallucinogenic drug favoered by hippy garden
insects.
38)Moron- An overdressed person of limited intelligence with far too much
cologne on.
39)Precession- The last days leading up to an economic downturn.
40)Martial Arts- Paintings done by Western town Sheriffs.
41)Spouse- A married rodent.
42)Consort- Dividing criminals by crime categories.
43)Debaunchery- When de bunch of us Brooklyn guys goes out on de town.
44)Drag Queen- When us guys from Brooklyn beat up and haul around
somebuddy from Queens.
45)Dragoon- Da dumb guy from Queens dat we got above.
SUBMERGED IN FEMININESSENCE
e valued price of
precious key
unchaining doors imagined locks
that set free
a girl is born
the stage is set
manoeuvring moves
that control and direct
discerning a world
through perceptive eyes
instinctively she knows
all truth from lies
then
we fail to….
RECLAIM OUR
LUMINESCENSE
FEMININESSENCE
F earless faithful friendly funny and frank
E xhuberant emotional energetic or easygoing
M ultifaceted masterpieces mighty yet modest
A ffectionate adaptable amicable but ambitious
L oving loyal life-givers lusciously lofty in lingerie
E nthusiastically effective embracing edified by
FEMININESSENCE
“Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did
but…She did it backwards and in high heels”
(Inspired and written for all woman to remind them they are Princesses and Perfect in Gods eyes)
© Kim van Breda—9 August 2014
T - terroribble sppelllllerrr :P
E - easy to laugh
I - interesting personality (not sure if it's a bad thing or not...)
M - me = insane
I - I am ._."
C - crazy!
K - kidds around
E - easygoing
Y - Y are you still reading? comment please!
My closet, since you ask, is a cramped space,
Chosen and cherished fashionable base,
Essential part of my enchanted place,
With charm and chic to complement my face.
Shows off all hues of my life if I may -
From baby pink to darkest shades of grey,
Reflecting the intended role I play,
Engaging gaily in Societe.
Levi’s slim fit - my favourite by far,
Red miniskirt to storm a local bar,
Sleek diva dress as karaoke star,
Extra large sweatpants, running chores by car.
Stylish business suit for formal dinner,
A little black dress, my boss’ head spinner,
Bikini thongs as hot summer sinner,
Levi’s slim fit still my all time winner!
My closet caters to the latest trend,
Adjusting to occasions I attend.
I love all walks of vogue but in the end,
Levi’s slim fit - my easygoing friend!
Wide range of footwear I wouldn’t omit,
But shoe department in one poem won’t fit.
(The arsenal of bags, a dazzling hit,
So is the lingerie, I must admit).
But if a pair of shoes I ought to pick,
Without moment’s hesitation real quick -
I would grab cowgirl boots, sexy and slick,
Vibing with my Levi’s through thin and thick!