Best Facedown Poems
Your ocean waves have,
Beaten me down,
Across the rocky shore,
As I lay facedown,
Thinking about our lore,
How nothing I did,
Seemed to even the imaginary score,
Nothing I ever did,
Seem to matter to you anymore.
My stomach will always be,
Too soft for you,
My presence will always be,
Too grating for you,
My love will always be,
Too much for you,
I could never be,
Enough for you.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
Being ignored,
Was all I had ever known,
So you became my home,
While I weathered a mythical storm,
Leaving me forever forlorn.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
All the daggers you threw at me,
We’re meant for you too,
They cut right through,
Leaving you,
Bleeding black,
From an open wound.
So break me down slowly,
As you go,
Hold me softly,
To your soul,
I couldn’t be enough for you,
But neither my dear can you.
Categories:
facedown, angst, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
In the centre of the small town is a small town square. In the centre of the small town square is a small water fountain. It springs a joy to which the townspeople are magnetically drawn. The water below is clean and clear. This morning a young girl lay facedown. In the clean, clear water, where the small water fountain danced, and dances. In the centre of the small town square; in the centre of the small town. It seemed strange that she should be dead in a place where there is so much life.
I've known of her charm
We'll not dwell on her passing
It seems far too strange
1st July 2020
Categories:
facedown, death, depression, society,
Form:
Haibun
Glimmer is her body of a water
Deep crystal clear surrounded by
overgrown trees and wild flowers
Situated between two villages
also known as the lovers pond
Where every young lovers met and
had their first kiss
Her pure sweetness flows to the edges
where little CherryAnn would love to bend
and dip her little fingers to taste its sweet freshness
She would dip her little feet and feel its
coolness inviting her deeper
She knew she was not allowed to go
in any further like the older kids do
- but she didn't know why
She would love to mimic the older kids
splashing and laughing in the center of the pond
She can only play by the edges and giggle
from there
While mommy's eyes dwell on her
She would run back yelling
-Mommy mommy I dwunk the watta
-Mommy mi feet wet
Mommy's face would light up, her heart
expand with sweet love for her little baby girl
But one afternoon after mommy was
done with her house chores and went
to wake little CherryAnn from her nap
only to find an empty room
Mommy softly calling "my sweet pea"
where are you
Mommy was calling four to five times
and still no giggling from her little CherryAnn
Alarm sound went off in mommy's heart
Mommy running around the house
the back yard and the neighbors
Yelling where is my little baby CherryAnn
All the other kids were in school
So she had no one to play with
But... Her favorite Drink...The body
of a water that's hidden by over grown
trees and wild flowers she had her own playmate
- but mommy wasn't with her
Mommy was running as fast as her feet can carry her
But mommy couldn't run faster
But mommy was too late
There in the center of her pond
floating facedown mommy's little baby girl
Lifting her out
Shaking her
Pumping her chest
Blowing air into her mouth
Calling her name
———— nothing
Little baby CherryAnn breathless
Mommy's heart stopped
Mommy's world is never the same anymore... The pond is now covered with dirt.
Akkina R Downing
12-13-16
This is a true story about my sister and her little baby girl CherryAnn Who was taken away at only 4years old and sweetest angel
Categories:
facedown, child, death, grief, lost
Form:
Free verse
~So - So The Clown ~
( Unmetered Quatrain)
So - So the Clown
He's a very happy fellow
He never wears a frown
But he doesn't like to milk a cow.
He likes to play upside-down,
With his very cute puppy, chowchow,
And in every event, he gets a crown,
And he doesn't know why and how.
So - So the Clown,
Likes to wears stilts to grow,
And then he's so funny he takes a vow,
And thumps! He falls, all the way facedown.
Everybody loves So - So the Clown,
And he knows of his job, all the knows and how,
That's why, all they call him So - So the Clown,
But he doesn't care, about that somehow.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
October.02.2016
Categories:
facedown, character, fantasy, children, ,
Form:
Free verse
Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die,
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in
my eye,
I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout
my trip.
My mother was the type who gave me food but fed
me lies, the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,
while growing up I always knew that something was
amiss, my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies
do exist.
October 2K1 my goodness, it was such a time, I
lived my life the 'seat of pants' way, out there runnin
wild,
my b-day gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown
away, a nickel plated 22 he called a 'throw away'.
Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a lithany of
drugs, my father died absorbing quite a lithany of
slugs,
I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could
quench, to now possess a firearm, it all now
seemed a cinch.
I had some people over to the crib to celebrate, my
little cuzzo Pop and plus my homies Rell and Nate,
we had the PS2 because that Madden game was
heat, you know how things occur sometimes when
you expect it least?
It seems that day my mother really snorted up some
blow, she had assorted stains of snow which
showed around her nose,
when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just
wouldn't know, she also had a case of real loose
lips because of coke.
Now everyone was chillin, plenty happy times for all,
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal, the rising of
my fall,
she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to
hear, 'Why don't you claim your son right now while
everyone is here? !
The music stopped and pinheads dropped I'm
thinkin who the F? Now cheery Sal with teary smile
embraced me to his chest,
'I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's
sumthin true, I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other 1
is you'
I fainted, dropped my brew and don't know what I'm
gonna do.......
To Be Continued......
Categories:
facedown, urbanme, life, me, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Soldiers in uniforms
Crucifying their brothers
In order to establish
Justice for their colors
Why on earth is this
Even accepted
To kill and proclaim
Death by dismemberment
Killing all people
Our friends and relatives
Who's really our enemy
When your killing your family
To live by a cause
Diseased by corruption
No matter what faction
Your reason is false and disrupted
Nothing can be justified
If your killing your brothers
Killing is killing
Whether its me
Or your mother
No law to decide
What is right
Or who dies
Just body's that lie
Facedown by a guy
Whos spilling
All the blood
Of the victims
As god is the witness
No one is innocent.
And the killers
Keeps on killing.
Categories:
facedown, betrayal, corruption, death, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
This summer breeze
upon my menacing blade,
no kaishakunin, only emptiness,
empty mindedness,
unafraid
The Hokkaido seas
restless like a school child,
stir within my cup of tea
empty mindedness,
beguiled
Mountains of Sakura
fill me, nor here nor there,
a million of my memories
empty mindedness,
despair
Bushido, my creed
is like the lotus in bloom,
Nihon hear my cries!
empty mindedness,
doom
My beloved wife
wear your gossamer gown
like the moon wears the night
empty mindedness,
facedown
My prodigious son
sheath your political sword,
this is an age of declaration
empty mindedness,
soared
Sincerely, truly yours,
the masks I leave behind
are desires now outlived,
empty mindedness,
blind
The final scene
my rising sun, peaceful sky,
and with the absolutely true
empty mindedness,
I die.
Categories:
facedown,
Form:
Dip me in the pool to cool me down
Sit me in the sun to make me brown
Put me on a throne to give me crown
Take me in a car to drive to town
Lets go to the circus to see the clown
Make me really sad to make me frown
Stick me under water you can make me drown
Go into a church I wear my catholic gown
Set to blast away I await the countdown
If I was in a rocket I’d be set for splashdown
Going home would take me to my hometown
One kind of dance would be a hoedown
To have all the info you might have the lowdown
If you were speeding you might have to slow down
Going half the way might leave me in midtown
Needing to retire I might have to step-down
Doing very well will earn me renown
Getting really angry will make you breakdown
Being in South Africa might leave me in cape town
If I could not keep it running I might have to shutdown
Because I did not like it up I might have to turndown
From the rising of the sun I can work til sundown
Getting really sore I will need a rubdown
If I do not like your show you will get a thumbs-down
Some things that I buy are at a markdown
Hearing silly stories can leave me feeling cut-down
I like to see my lady in her beauty nightgown
Made some extra money from a good old boomtown
If I was not looking up you could see me facedown
Might be really funny if I were in Jamestown
Getting very hot we will have a meltdown
Doing me some wrong would get you knockdown
If I need to visit would you need to comedown
Pulling out your guns is bringing the showdown
Breaking all the rules I will have to crackdown
Getting very old do I look that rundown
If I caught the ball would I get a touchdown
Time for to me retire and I am going uptown
Where down in Ohio is a place called Youngstown
If you can not shake it up then you have to shakedown
Categories:
facedown, imagination, me, old, me,
Form:
Rhyme
To the theater went bold Mary Brown
for her sweetness she's surely renown
then she salted her corn
when her date wanted ****
Now he lies in the aisle quite facedown.
Categories:
facedown, funny,
Form:
Limerick
In my worst, most surreal childhood nightmare, my little sister and I
were playing near a rain-swollen creek, in which—in a flash--she floated
facedown, drowned. Then, already paralyzed, I was attacked by hundreds
of loud, vengeful whippoorwills.
Even now a sound
sweet to others is haunting
to me~~whip poor will.
38 words, 17 syllables
Date: June 28, 2020
entered in A Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
facedown, childhood, memory,
Form:
Haibun
"To have Clarity of Intention means to align oneself with the clear and single-pointed purpose of that [regenerative] impulse itself. And the way that alignment occurs, in a [bicameral] human heart and mind, is that the intention to [co-]evolve becomes more important [and obvious and ubiquitous and nutritious] than anything else in this [living ecosystemic] world." Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment", p. 111
Life is like a game of Old Bodhisattva Maid.
We co-arise the cards and hands
we have been dealt
and have dealt ourselves
facedown,
we have gifted and been gifted.
So now you know,
we made that Old Maid hairshirt
and capital choking tie
now in your hand,
just means its your time to wear them
until they find some other happy hapless guy.
Love is like a game of Wise Elder.
We co-arise our carded minds
dealing mutual subsidiarity to co-gravitate together
facedown forward,
faceup backward down
through time's past intertransactional memory,
co-empathic gifting to and fro.
So now you know,
we made this Wise Bodhisattva Elder shirt and tie
at Left and Right
MindThought and BodyFelt hand,
just means its our Time to help us
compassionately wear them
until We find some Othered unhappy
hapless ego-soul
To have Clarity of Intention,
healthy body/wealthy mind
to co-align oneself with equanimity
to each moment's co-arising
Old Wise Elder Maid
cooperative Win/Win game.
Categories:
facedown, adventure, desire, destiny, dream,
Form:
Political Verse
Since I saw you,
I've had this hope live in me.
That everything that isn't needed be gone.
The details of sales papers, shopping carts.
The ease of temptation.
Standing still.
To fill my cart full of things I don't need.
Coffee rings, free samples.
The debris of reality.
Strings and paper slings around baked goods.
Shopping around facedown.
Pushing the cart row after row.
The things on sale.
The pings of the register.
Splints that aren't necessarily the object we've come face to face with.
Jamaican rum.
Our fingerprints used in vain
The residue from coffee pots and things we've touched.
Bottled, sealed tight.
Fresh water springs.
Still we pursue.
I pursue.
Your carefree sensibility.
I've walked every row in search.
Where have you gone,
Withdrawn
Categories:
facedown, black african american, black
Form:
Free verse
The radiant girl looks down submissive
A smile that's flirtatious, not aggressive
She suddenly lurches forward
Fell onto the floor awkward
Facedown nude waking up delusive
10/17/2019
Categories:
facedown, sleep,
Form:
Limerick
Close your eyes –
Tragedy hovers around us like bothersome flies
Sleep tight…how time flies –
Don’t bid your heartless goodbyes
Tonight…Good night...
I hear your cries, but I see the light
Beyond the ebony night…fight the good fight
With all of your perpetual might tonight
It’s time to erase the lies
Life, in general, is throwing its stress on me…we must march with euphoric,
jolly assurance
It’s my time to try…
Life, certainly, isn’t the escape ticket to ship us away from this dilemma we
found ourselves in…I’m entangled in my sinful nature…staying up late again,
lacking sleep… I’m in captivity…overwhelmed by deep, shameful despair
It’s time to shine
The sun greets me with a smile from on high…please, don’t let our high spirits
die
A genuine, royal smile of sincerity, peace and honor…mirror my pain and our
joy is as fresh as morning dew as the dawn draws nearer
It’s time to sleep
The moon winks at me with its cold features – my hopeful spirits are frozen
and dry
I wear an upside down frown for the meantime – everything’s starting to look a
little clearer…you reflect on me like you’re some mirror
It’s time to face the truth
Death, in general, is not to answer…we must thrive with remarkable, splendid
confidence
It’s not my time to die…
Death, certainly, isn’t the cure to this uncertainty – our hope is paper thin and
I’m falling short, I’m failin’ again and gravity-bound…where do I begin when I’m
a lost sheep? I weep…getting devoured by the hungry, ferocious bear
Look beyond the hole where I naively fell!
Hear me as I call…promise me you’ll stand tall
Don’t abuse me or push me facedown to the ground…under your wicked spell…
How I loathe your callous actions and you’re a negative companion to have…
now, you’re considered my naughty, mischievous foe, that’s all…
Do tell me where you kicked the ball! Give it your all! I promise I won’t even
tell…
A SINGLE SOUL…you fell into the murky well? Oh well.......
Categories:
facedown, beauty, betrayal, deep, devotion,
Form:
Verse
Tired of feeling sleepy today - August 17th, 2019
Lashed with fatigue,
eye cannot fend off lethargy
hazy, hot, humid weather zaps
mental physical, and spiritual energy
even men of cloth
various and sundry clergy.
Undoubtedly summoning Parson Brown
currently out of season,
though stratospheric demand
for his person now
unprecedented as summer
dog days force physical slowdown,
nonetheless he would
experience immediate meltdown
booked solid throughout
"Winter Wonderland,"
when deep freeze
doth make clampdown,
no matter sung by masses
with uncertain reason
caroling 'bout said enigmatic figure
heard in every hamlet
or sprawling boomtown
belted clear as bell
o'er nor'easter howl
undeterred by polar vortex windblown
chilling atlas shrugged
off undaunted facedown
weathering arctic blast
making snow angels
comfortably numb jollity reverses frown
even elderly folks
sport about though grown
spry stick figures shoveling tunnel
courtesy white blanketed lockdown
"careful ma am" not
to fall on keister or crown.
Presence of said parson
linkedin with spate
of blizzard conditions and
Frosty the Snowman,
whose power to bring society
to standstill will not abate
proof positive to commander
in chief who cannot extricate
whether from climate, and trumpets
what he doth cogitate
dismissing global warming -
calling out "end of debate"
twill usher doomsday, cuz he
and trolling henchmen skate
on thin ice, and whose
dawdling crass, base
actions only accelerate
day of wreck conning
when most species will
lack mien ways to acclimate
all the more rhyming reason
to bid mortality adieu
and slumber permanently
battened down hatches
with me sigh ease oompa loompa mate.
Categories:
facedown, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse