Best Fame Poems
[Verse 1]
I’ve arrived — big lights and a blacked-out car,
Backstage passes and a six-string star.
Crowds go wild when I hit that chord,
I’m livin’ the dream I used to pray for.
I got gold records, a house with a view…
I’ve got everything —
Everything but you.
[Verse 2]
They scream my name, wear my T-shirts proud,
Sing every word, get lost in the sound.
Yeah, I’ve got charm, and I’ve got game,
But none of these girls feel quite the same.
They don’t know the way you used to do —
I’ve got everything...
Everything but you.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Verse 3]
I see your face in the front row lights,
In every shadow, you're haunting my nights.
The way you laughed, how you held me near,
It echoes inside, but you’re never here.
All the glitz and glam can’t fill the void,
Just a fading memory I can’t enjoy.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Bridge]
There are nights when the stars, they shine so bright,
But they dim when I’m here, alone in the light.
Riches surround me, but they don't feel right,
'Cause all of this love is lost in the night.
[Chorus]
Oh, I’d trade it all — the stage, the fame,
The sold-out nights and my rising name.
Every single song that ever came true,
Ain’t worth half a minute back with you.
Yeah, I made it — that much is true...
But what’s everything
Without you?
[Outro]
So here I stand, with my heart exposed,
A tale of a man who had it all — but closed.
I'll keep singing these songs, it’s all I can do,
I’ve got everything —
SIGN OF FAME
Well, I see
You ask for a sign
I assume you would want mine?
Perhaps you'd want my photograph too
Along with my autograph
So here, I've signed this
Nandita
Name: Nandita Das
Contest title: Give me a sign
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
16th May 2015
It took on a life of its own,
the writing.
Wanting a voice to speak
of the way it had been,
was and would be,
all the yesterdays,
the now and tomorrow.
Like nature,
like god eternal.
A voice so powerful
the world would listen
and talk of this writing.
The sublime craft of it
discussed by all
who knew such things.
But, in the end,
no one read that he was dead,
the writing ended,
the voice stilled
in a forever place ... and fame,
that fleeting human need ... ?
Words remembered, written on a page
with a life of their own, its all
the lasting fame ever known.
whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim
dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons
four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
forget-me-not fame
if forlorn hope were torn asunder
and dear friend pen could only wonder
if tears and cheers would disappear
without a trace, I only fear
that perfect phrase
that crystal word
adrift in silence
and
never
heard
until that day the heavens bow
and take my hand to show me how
a simple word enshrined in verse
can
truly
heal
the
universe
For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be filled with bubbly for gals to sup!
Two teams will play in the final game
the winning side will see their name
as champions; this will open folks eyes
that soccer isn’t just a game for guys!
The players take part from many empires -
some teams are bad, but they are triers.
They represent their nation with such pride
in time we know the teams who've qualified
I watch the tv to see my favorite team
they score a goal, I whoop and scream
Players run like hares across the pitch
practiced set pieces go without a hitch
They score again, I leap from my chair
the other team say the goal wasn’t fair
The ref says play on, but they are fuming
tempers flare, payback’s all consuming
One player grabs hold of the other’s shirt
and pushes her over, she’s badly hurt
How could the ref miss that blatant foul
perhaps she should throw in the towel!
I jump up shouting at the female ref -
Is she blinking blind as well as deaf!!!
Perchance all referees should be male
they’d spot misdemeanors without fail!
It's fun watching the women's world cup
and interest in ladies soccer is on the up!
2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
6/27/19
Seeking a better life and with chance at hand, our new life awaits
Wife hires on as servant, daughter and I stowaway as it departs
Our life's dreams sail on the USS Titanic, a new future to create
daughter and I conceal ourselves while wife toils with bunk-mates
We would change places to stay warm from bitter cold and storm
my young baby I wrapped up tight, this kept her warm to my delight
We count days till our new home, I worry and pray my wife is warm
A few days passed till that night I awoke in sheer terror and fright
Hearing metal tear, as cries and screams begin a siren sounds above
We're in warmth deep beneath the decks I grab my joy to face regret
We're not far from mom, I push and shove to get her one deck above
The time is short as I open door, to reveal wife's tears, glad to see, yet
to escape I tie a rope about our waists for in this flight can't separate
Then we begin our quest to the night air knowing we're 5 decks below
scaling 2 decks with speed, all converge but keep moving can't hesitate
Baby in hand we drag and claw moving to air, all moving with the flow
One more flight of stairs to fresh air, I take wife's hand to lead her their
Ship tilts as we get through door to sky then falling down into the night
A sudden jerk as rope catches pipe saving us as others fall in pairs
with bitter cold and death insight, I plan again how to win this fight
A mans wool coat 4 feet above I grab his coat as life slips from hope
Wrapping about my baby and wife, for warmth, in this my last night
Water rising swiftly only a few feet below, I swing wife and cut rope
Their flight to the ocean, as I follow them into the icy cold midnight
We find each other in this dark abyss, then fight to swim to life
We reach trash still afloat raising wife and babe to safety I cover tight
death assured in my last fight I tie raft to boat and tell my loving wife
I love you both fight to save your lives, as I sink from view in the night
Hours passed her body heat spent, pulls to boat in her last attempt
She wraps baby in all the clothes and begs they save her from my fame
Her baby safe as she can plan she cuts the rope with this last lament
When you all survive, let all who ask know my sweet daughter's name
This is a fictional account of the youngest survivors journey to safety, Elizabeth Gladys Dean
Scream Queen.
Silver Screen.
Rave action scenes.
Back in the day.
A dated matinee.
Two bits the fee.
Orange crush is a treat.
Popcorn queue waits.
Salt and butter to taste.
Soft Sixth-row seat.
Newsreel review.
Latest previews.
Stop motion Anime.
King Kong Figurine.
Vina Fay Wray,
A Lady of Fame.
save me for I have sinned
I have shot a man for nothing
I wish I could rescind
I've committed grand larceny
to pay rent and countless bills
I've stolen many dreams
For a void that must be filled.
I've been sworn to secrecy
to leave my past dim.
Shed no light to anyone,
I don't want to meet the reaper grim!!
So I made myself a witness
All in my saviors name
To clean my soul, play his role
This void now personal fame
Jared Pickett
5/28/2006
Asavvy1
Oil painting is my passion
in a perfect setting, I do possess on occasion.
She's instructing the class
I'm inspired, I'm a lucky lass.
Brushes flow effortlessly,
“The Instructor”, I dub so grand and stately.
Everyone is enthusiastic when
the county fair comes around again.
Delicious food is consumed and down with ginger ale,
buying wares that are for sale.
I am admiring all the sorts of crafts and arts show,
animal exhibits and Rodeo,
music concert always packed and loud.
Parents attempt to keep track of their children in the crowd
running from side to side through the tides
to get in line for the carnival rides.
But, the art contest is the one I am excitedly searching for
as I walk through the door.
So many entries are on display.
I look anxiously for mine along the way.
So many I exam worthy of 1st place blue ribbon,
I'm really starting to get discouraged, but I didn't.
Ashamed I'm feeling
as I keep searching and dreaming.
Just around the corner
there on the bottom row and not a loner,
“The instructor”.
I see my painting on display against the stone structure.
There is a first place blue ribbon on its frame
to my silent excitement and small bit of fame!
My body calms with elated joy a smile on my face
I can't seem to erase.
I stand there and admire the name
and the big blue ribbon on the frame.
11/30/2017
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave.
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.
When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with your heart and soul.
If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
When death comes and it’s time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.
Strawberry Fields Forever
I have used words and phrases from the Beatles song
‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ in order to create the
Desired effect in this poem.
How beautiful it must be,
Let me take you down,
Just you and me,
For no one else is
In my tree!
Misunderstanding is easy
If you live with eyes closed,
You see,
Nothing is then real,
Why become someone
Who is trying hard to feel,
It doesn’t matter
Much to me.
Why get upset if nothing is real,
Why get hung about it,
I know when it’s a dream,
Nothing is real,
For me does seem,
That it’s all wrong,
But I think…no ... yes,
My thoughts are strong,
As I think I disagree
I want to be free,
So I’m going to Strawberry Fields,
But as nothing is real,
I don’t want to yield,
And become a buffer zone,
A human shield!
Strawberry fields Forever was
Inspired by The Salvation Army
Children’s Home,
Where young ones were safe,
And protected and did not
Have to roam,
This song was recorded in
Nineteen sixty seven,
Fans thought Strawberry
Fields Forever, was just heaven!
If we look through the
Lens of LSD as did the Beatles,
Sure that John Lennon later,
Turned to needles,
This ‘avant tout’ group thought,
No-one was up their tree,
“Are we a group that is genius,
Or are we crazy or seamless?
We merely see differently to others,
To the world’s sisters and brothers.”
The Beatles were so cutting edge,
For their time,
Mass hysteria from young girls,
And some boys,
Parents and grandparents
Were wary of the influence
Of these young men,
With no poise,
Who made a lot of noise!
This Beatles song was considered
As one of the
Greatest pop songs,
Ever recorded
Throngs,
Of people ever present
When ever the Beatles were
So much as just mentioned!
I’m too old to live out these songs I sing.
There has been too much pumped into these veins.
But if you remember how I was back in time…
Won’t you toss me a nickel or a dime?
I used to travel all around the world.
and I bought my condoms by the case full.
I stored all my cocaine in quart-sized mason jars…
in my yachts, jets, and fancy armored cars.
Man, those were sure some good old glory days.
Before I smoked and drank my dreams away.
When everything I touched turned into solid gold…
Back before the horse took away my soul.
You know that once the devil seals the deal.
There’s no way you can beg, borrow, or steal.
Another second of the fame that you ain’t owed…
No matter how bright the lightning you rode.
Chorus:
When I was on top, man I was the best,
I was so damned far above all the rest.
I’d give my life to have that spotlight once again…
Not outside on this sidewalk begging change.
Standing here playing guitar in the rain.
Your tracks may have faded away with time.
But all those old wounds that you left behind.
Left me with so much more to remember you with…
I can’t say that I thank you for the gift.
I wonder is there nothing left in me.
but the memories of what used to be.
and those sad dreams about how my life could have been…
Knowing I can never go there again.
Now I’m playing these old forgotten songs.
begging change from strangers that come along.
Hoping to get enough to buy a fifth of gin…
I lost my wife, kids, and even my friends.
So heed the words of this broken-down man.
Hold on tight to any dreams that you can.
Because once they're gone, they won’t be back again…
And you’ll find yourself outside, playing guitar in the rain.
(Repeat Chorus)
The Doors of perception
maverick swinging carefree
to billboard hits in
rock’s american counterculture
face of the sixties
vocalist Jim Morrison
steering to the pulse of free love
in the heat of Los Angeles
riders on the storm
Loving madly an L.A. woman
parading Gloria absolutely live
rocking to roadhouse blues
in front of the Morrison Hotel
forever longing for the sun
he’d say to touch me and light my fire
People are strange
fame and money
up in flames
it’s a shame
gone in a flash
Booze and partying
taken too far
age twenty seven
life of a rock star
No one here gets out alive
like so many others
joined the 27 Club
buried now in northeastern Paris
true to his own spirit
where he belongs
in the Poets’ Corner
Read on air by invitation ~ July 10, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Death is not your aim, Life is not for fame
Between lines of nature’s rhyme,
Luck is not the same.
Mouth is not to mime, lust and luster’s chime
Beggar’s garb on dame,
Why the heart not flame?
Tin of humanity shame, opened loud to blame
Without having the brame,
Uttered vanity claim.
Time is not to tame, minds of ruthless lame
Do your little dime,
Not for name or acclaim.