Best Estimate Poems
You look back and dream of days long gone
You can feel the tears as they're coming on
Just realizing how much you lost
It's no way to estimate the cost
Once you walked with purpose and your will was strong
Wouldn't back down now somehow it all seems wrong
Never found out how the dice were tossed
Just count the chips and estimate the cost
Oh the price was more than you thought it would be
You just turned your back so you wouldn't see
There were limits set but those lines you crossed
Never took the time to estimate the cost
Now time is closing down that open road
Memories become such a heavy load
Autumn years will bring an early frost
Too late to sit and estimate the cost
Now you're just a few steps ahead of the hell you made
It wasn't supposed to be how the game was played
Total disregard, oh how the rules were tossed
Now the time has come to estimate the cost.
Categories:
estimate, introspection, life, time, time,
Form:
Ballad
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Zealously we'll all make a difference just letting love open those closed doors.
Written: Aug. 13, 2015
Humming Bird
Categories:
estimate, analogy, appreciation, dedication, growth,
Form:
Abecedarian
Here it is Christmas again,
My,how time gets away.
It seems like last Christmas,
Was just yesterday.
All that rushing here and there,
Trying to get ahead,
Trying to plan the menu,
So everyone can be fed.
The tree needs decorating,
The mistletoe hung in place,
There's visions of being far away,
But that would be a disgrace.
So, I set about the difficult task,
Of shopping here and there,
With aim of finding the perfect gift,
Though my budget's in despair.
There's cards to mail,
To my list of friends,
In hopes they won't be late.
Gifts now wrapped,under the tree,
Ends torn, cause kids can't wait.
I wonder, as I sigh, if the Lord
Shakes his head when we celebrate,
This most glorious gift in all the world,
We seem to under-estimate.
It appears when Christmas comes to mind,
Santa now holds the rein,
We've pushed aside the true meaning,
Of why Jesus really came.
Peace, love, and good will to all,
Is worth more than we can say,
For they are worth more than all the gifts,
That are opened on Christmas Day.
Yes, Christmas again will soon be over,
In only a few more days,
There's comfort in knowing,
We've one whole year,
Before it again comes our way.
Though rushed and tired we're overcome,
By the hustle of the season,
Lest, we forget why we celebrate,
Jesus is the reason.
Categories:
estimate, holiday, religion, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Waking up that day with a silent scream
while feeling a sense of dread,
having dreamt about a sanitary landfill
and the living dead,
And later driving on the parkway
to my small crowded cafe,
ordered some jumbo shrimp
which I more or less ate,
Looking around noticed some
people who acted legally drunk,
as I tried to act naturally trying
not to stare at the slovenly punks,
I kinda sorta finished my meal
and out loud said good grief,
payed the exorbitant price and
went to the bathroom for some relief,
And feeling pretty ugly like an albatross,
while in there applied a little lipstick gloss;
and while leaving felt like I committed some crime,
hoping next time I'll notice the proper bathroom sign,
Then drove home and
parked in my driveway,
waved at my resident alien
across the street way,
Walking in my house I
found missing my sock,
my passive aggressive husband
between a hard place and a rock,
Showing me an exact estimate
which he got for our roof,
I said I got the same difference
which he clearly misunderstood,
And finally before retiring,
listened to some soft rock,
holding onto my genuine imitation
of my now found once lost sock.
Categories:
estimate, humor, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
We play dress-up.
Being someone that we know we're not.
We play dress-up.
Pretending to have something we don't got.
We play dress-up.
Be yourself, don't waste your whole life playing games.
We play dress-up.
Young girls saying they're older using other people's names.
We play dress-up.
Come on! Is all that "bling-bling' neccessary.
We play dress-up.
Christians contridicting each other, getting stressed out, just kno all your
burdens God will carry.
So the next time you look in the mirror ask yourself are you playing dress-up?
Live your life to the fukkest don't nder estimate yourself, go on be tough.
Love who you are and start being yourself.
When you get to heaven God will give you freedom and rewards and wealth.
Categories:
estimate, life, love, people, god,
Form:
FOREST SHOWER
From the steaming highway
Stopped for a light
looking through
A giant peering in
woodland so thick
and deep in thought
No thunder nor lightning
the mood is mild
Promenade
but a moment’s estimate
Thirsty forest trees with half-wet stature
hug in the dark forest glade
So quietly drenched the scene the freshness
a million tiny eyes within
without
The chatter whether angry or happy shelter
Drops from high above mingle symphonic
in the mist
Pristine
as it might have looked those past thousands
Serenely innocent
Perhaps a meadow
with sharp hooves plashing puddles
Happening on roses wild
a few
A stream trickled down from distant height
so marvelously clean unobtrusive
Oh to go down on both knees
drink from white hands
Wild flowers unknown uncultivated
a treasure of weeds
All is wed in perfect loneliness
An ancient hunter’s blood recalled
To run
To cool the feet
To bathe body and spirit
Just to walk through such weeping nature?
Oh no!
Sacrilege!
Invasion!
No!
Leave I must while the freshness the aroma lasts
A final glance
A shiver
Eyes fixed for a second
Stealing memory most dear
Seeping storing in soul’s special place
Categories:
estimate, nature
Form:
Free verse
In times of need..
Doctors heal our bodies and the good Lord ease our worries,
Never under-estimate this blessing, and its faith.
Yet, do not forget to praise a friend who lends a hand
Cherish every single one, because a true and loyal friend
will walk your journey till the end.
Pls dear friends would you kindly say a short prayer for a friend who is to be operated soon,many thanks.
Categories:
estimate, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse
xoxo these are messengers of love
xoxo lovers end their letters with a x and o
someone who's intereste is just to flatter
their message is simple looks do matter
but if a true lover has the time
they'll write a poem or a rhyme
maybe send it as a valentine
a message that is oh so fine
three little words written on a note
messengers taking care to devote
flowers and candy are in demand
they look so surprising in ones hands
yet the message is easy to understand
"You make my life more than grand."
all it takes is a little call
and from your voice some love will fall
like rain on a seed in a heart
the message is the sunshine
that gives it a start
but there is one sure thing
that's the best messenger in the land
never under estimate the power
of holding hands
not much more in love can compete
because without the physical touch
the message is incompleat
Categories:
estimate, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
Dulcet electrical-guitars playing as I draw graffiti on the sky-line.
There’s more to me than converse shoes and
These lonely brown eyes.
This force within me is,
Shaking-
Aching.
I am waiting to be written.
I’ll be your masterpiece, and you can be my Playwright-
Dress me up in
dramatic irony.
You can knock me out from
setting to setting-
Be the cause for my complications-
And just when I think I’ve had enough,
You can hose me down with a
happy-ending.
I’ll run-on from scene to scene,
And for a protagonist,
(I can sometimes be pretty obscene.)
Cut me off with periods and full stops.
Re-arrange the fragments of my being.
Feed me catchy infinitive phrases-
“I don’t know
What it’s like
TO FEEL
Anymore.”
You know how cheesy words cut me to the core.
You can shoot me with idioms.
After all, you are
All bark and no bite.
I’ll be your break through; I’ll make you famous-
Mr. Playwright.
Hold me hostage in your possessive forms.
I’ll be Yours,
And maybe you could be Mine.
Do not under-estimate my logical
Parallel structure though-
If you want me "to stay,"
Then you’ve got "to give me a reason."
Mr. Playwright, I am not a big fan of Treason,
Indirect metaphors,
And open-endings.
Categories:
estimate, love, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map.
We approached the city known as Dis,
with its vast army and its burdened citizens.
At last we reached the moats
dug deep around the dismal city.
What destroys the poetry of a city?
Automobiles destroy it,
and they destroy more than the poetry.
Dante and Virgil chased by 7 or 8 dangerous devils
Grumpy, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Dopey . . .
Our heroes reduced from metaphysical philosophers
interested in god and what man has done to man
to improvising primitive tools for survival.
Hope abandoned, we rate our chances of expiring
in the nuclear fire – excellent –
during the decline of western civilization.
On the other hand, I hope
our current problems are only temporary
and it’s just a matter of time before
the public ignores the 24-hour news cycle.
Bad news sells but the good life’s all around us.
One feels love and devotion
even for the 60 million who voted for our opponent.
Vaclav Havel said with a wisdom well beyond brilliance:
“Either we have hope within us or we don’t.
It is a dimension of the soul, and it’s not dependent
on some particular observation of the world or estimate of the situation.
It is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart
that transcends the world as it’s immediately experienced.
It is not the conviction that something will turn out well,
but the certainty that something makes sense
no matter how it turns out.”
It resembles grief. But it's not quite grief. I'll give you grief.
Certain days planned to be eventful I look forward to for weeks.
Let the peaceful transfer of power proceed. The sorrow and the pity.
Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth.
When the laws are kept, how proudly the city stands!
When the laws are broken, what of the city then?
We are moving through some allegory between a City of Hope,
where history has been abolished, and a City of History,
where hope can be slipped in only as contraband.
Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching
outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity.
That person, or city, is consciousness.
Two ancient female poets are a revelation,
the clarity of their complaints: lost lover, lost city.
Our enemy eventually becomes our brother,
his misery lifted by coming to her city.
Categories:
estimate, animal, city, grief, hope,
Form:
Verse
I am not looking you ,
In to your eyes ,
But through them ,
Acknowledging the sorrow you are hiding ,
Providing an estimate strength for your fighting.
It is a grief that is shutting down the sunshine of your life ,
It is a wound that is caused by the shedding tears of a despaired knife.
Accelerate the courage that you must gain ,
To land you a hand in overcoming the vain.
Open your heart wider ,
Become an example of an objective finder.
We all are still under the same sky ,
The sun rises for us all equally ,
Make our faith to vividly fly.
Ups and downs we all have it ,
The point is to appraise our attitude ,
In both of them as we need it.
Categories:
estimate, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
< wolf tongue speaks at night
search for prey has come to end ...
howling escalates
Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11
Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku
I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R.
Yikes
G.L. All
Categories:
estimate, animals, dedication, education, children,
Form:
Haiku
All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats
I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and dancing on every ridge
Continuous gold in costumes fine
eyes a-twinkling; looks of gay
parades in never-ending lines
the bug-stards out in full array
ten thousand I would estimate
with spindly legs on roller skates
They weaved and waved in glorious tune
to Bug Stars' hit "We're wild and free"
well good to make a poet swoon
to hear such perfect harmony
I gazed in wonder at this troupe
outdoing any pro rock group
Skilled crooners crooned while chorus girls
in-sync tap-tapped and showed slim knee
with hoops and loops and swirls and twirls
each pitch they met with practiced ease
involuntarily I swayed
blew air kisses in accolade
Now oft in bed when sleep eludes
in vacant and depressive mode
their scrabble on my mind intrudes
as on my food their sh-t they load
and then my heart with rue is stocked
cocaine's a bug-ger!! I'll smoke my socks!!
Categories:
estimate, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
Long Long ago so Long ago nobody knows how long ago there lived an
old widow by the side of a jungle. Since nobody is there to take care of
her she has to win her daily bread. Every day by evening she used to sit
by a large tree making pancakes. She sits there till all the pancakes are sold.
Then she goes to the market buy flour, oil and other things and with the
remaining money she buys her food.
One day when she was making pancakes a crow came. It was hungry.
It was there in the tree looking for the right time to take away a pancake.
At one point of time the widow was too drowsy which was the right time
for the crow. It was so quick to take away a pancake to the other tree.
The widow started abusing the crow and peddled stones.
By that time a fox came. It believed it won’t take much time for him to
steal from the widow but for thrill and fun it decided to get the pancake
from the crow. It went near the tree and tried a trick by asking the crow
“Hey crow people say you sing well please sing a song” believing the
pancake will fall when the crow open its mouth. But this crow was a
clever one. This crow removed the pancake from the mouth held it beneath
its legs and started crowing. The fox was shocked but it is not prepared
to give up hence tried another trick by saying “Hey crow people say you
dance well please dance for me” believing when it dance the pancake
beneath the legs will fall. This clever crow placed the pancake back in its
mouth and started dancing. The fox was taken aback. Fox thought “you
bloody crow you want to fool me”it tried another trick by saying “Hey crow
people say you dance to the tune perfectly please do it for me”. The crow
stopped for sometime thought “This is too much” and said “please wait a
minute” ate the pancake said “husk busk hoi” and flew away.
Moral: Learn to keep the stolen things for yourself. Hahaha….
////This story was written 5 years back and told to my son and students
with the moral "Don't under-estimate others"//////
Categories:
estimate, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
He didn't blossom out with vive,
have all the answers to self-live,
your problem at his door, arrive!
He'd say to wait, yet still today
in moments strife ~ he'd say OK
Your car ~ his home, in the driveway!
His small garage, filled to the brim
with parts and projects from his friends
Paul's willingness" could not be bought!
Paul's name not estimate his fee
a "cash" you'd think ~ its sure not free,
he'd plunge right in ~ his harmony!
His trailer home, no yard to mow
white pebbles lacing, concrete's show
no extra work to grasp renown!
"Its plugged, burned out", or just is "blown!"
his knowledge kept your sorrow down
"But can you fix it" ~ you'd condone!
He had the parts, just here and there
his small garage, a farm somewhere
the cost'd be small, he kept it fair !
- to be continued -
Categories:
estimate, friendship, people, places, thank
Form:
Rhyme