Best Finalised Poems
ARE YOU SITTING COMFORTABLY
Poor Beryl had terrible piles
So painful, they stuck out for miles
With help from her finger
Her piles did not linger
Now comfy, she sits there and smiles!
N/A In enter your own contest contest
Contest finalised on 9/24
A Poem, I Wrote and Sent Drifting - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
09-22-17
Categories:
finalised, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Why wouldn’t you cut me loose from the strings that bind us
You had left me dangling from a marriage that once united us together
The bonds were broken - you had forsaken our love, not once but so many many times
For over a year now you have been seeing her
I could never understand why you wouldn’t set me free and let me spread my wings and fly
I‘d have the chance to find someone who would be faithful and love me – ONLY me
Yet you still chose to wear my ring upon your finger
You wanted to have your cake and to eat it too
Whilst I was suspended like a puppet floundering in mid air
At first I thought it was all about saving face - playing happy families
You didn’t want your parents to see YOU as a failure
It was always me who visited them every week
Running errands and taking them on days out with the grandchildren
You simply paid your parents lip service and rang them saying you are working away, when in reality was you really were with her
But now I have discovered the truth why you won’t let me go - your father let it slip one day when I saw him.
It was his birthday and you’d asked me to take him a bottle of his favourite whiskey - this was your downfall - you know how he likes to talk when he’s had a drop
For now I have discovered the truth the REAL reason why you wouldn’t set me free.
It’s all to do with money – the clause from your uncle’s will. You were his favourite nephew and I could never understand why you didn’t inherit when he died
Now I know the answer - we needed to remain married for fifteen years then and only then would you receive your million-dollar legacy
Ever since your father revealed the truth about the inheritance I have had a private detective trail the two of you – dates, times, photographs I have all the evidence I needed.
The private detective I hired – oh he was delighted to take on the case - you see SHE is his soon to be ex-wife
Well sugar I’m filing for divorce. Don’t bother contesting it. It will be finalised on our 14th Wedding Anniversary.
I’m no longer your puppet, the strings that tied us are finally going to be cut.
Contest:Puppets Sponsor John Lawless
12~25~14
Categories:
finalised, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
With cavemen like grunts they extract themselves from their pit
Unable to communicate on a level you can understand …
spouting three letter syllables such as ‘IDK’ and ‘meh’
Eyes red from lack of sleep, but what do they care
Too much time playing on their computers and phones
You worry they don’t interact with ‘real’ friends
Your fridge gets raided; milk is glugged and gulped
Cereals and bread disappear at an alarming rate
When you open your cupboards they are bare
The beast then stumbles into the bathroom
When they finally emerge you gag under a cloud of deodorant
Try asking them a question about what time they will be home …
They react as if you are subjecting them to interrogation
This species is not uncommon – many of us have one in our house
TEENAGERS!
Received N/A in a Contest finalised on 04/05/2016
submitted to second chance#3 sponsored by Broken wings
04~03~16
Categories:
finalised, fun, growing up, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
I picked up my pen and tried hard to write,
words simply failed me and I drew a blank.
The harder I tried the worse it became
Where are the syllables when I need them?
Not a limerick or rhyme will appear …
my muse has gone on her spring holiday -
when she will return I have no idea!
I’m sad, how can I enter a contest
that I have little chance of placing in...
Oh well, I guess its another N/A
to add to my expanding collection.
N/A in contest finalised on 6/2/16
05~31~16
Categories:
finalised, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Blank verse
By morning, I could feel the first hints of warm air,
Relieved I took my bath and dressed for work.
There was no music in the block of flats,
But in my head rumbled a hundred old time songs
That tantalized me into a stupor of great expectancy.
Down stairs, near the elevator, was an old woman.
I was shocked to see her on a wheelchair, eyes vacant.
The landlord smiled at me and told me not to worry.
Seems Angelique was to be taken to some rest home.
Her mother just wanted to see that the upstairs
Apartment was in perfect state for the living.
Disappointed at the name I left for work later for my groceries.
Back home I concocted some pasta and cooked the sauce,
Opened my favourite bottle of red wine to drown my sorrows.
Silence reigned supreme and I felt rather annoyed.
So I betook myself to sleep hoping at least to dream.
The phone rang and a dulcet voice asked for me.
She had arrived late and had got nothing prepared for her meal.
Could I take something good for her to eat?
So I put on my track suit and with little or no enthusiasm
Went upstairs with some pasta left over and some wine.
That would be enough I thought, but the mother
Was old enough and should have known better.
Mother? The girl that opened the door was young enough.
A nymph that beckoned me in, in the warm atmosphere,
Balsamic perfume that inundated the cosy apartment,
Low magic music swirled and vibrated everywhere.
My name is Angel she tenderly smiled, shall we dance?
I felt the warmth of her; felt her arms and the dance began.
It did not take long to become lost in her euphoric bliss.
And our lips met, again and again as our hearts beat as one……….
You want to know the end?
We lived happily ever after…….
As all fairy tales should…..
Categories:
finalised, home, love,
Form:
Free verse
Spring flowers
Artemisia bear the colourful foliage
Bluebells carpet a magical sight
Coreopsis and cherries blossom
Daffodils are seen in jovial mood
Eranthis buds as the snow melts,
Forsythia screams it's spring time,
Grape hyacinths trumpet arrival
Hellebore shows surprising resilience,
Irises have a charmed goodness,
Japanese anemones pop up in cheer,
Kangaroo paws giggle,
Lilacs give sweeter fragrance
Moss phlox jewels open alongside tulips
Narcissuses dance in joy,
Oriental lilies add colour and drama
Pansy prefers being cool,
Quietude of poppy charms
Redbud feasts for the eyes,
Snowdrop anemone fragrances fortune,
Time for hearty Asiatic lily to hail,
Unfolding beauty of Orchid,
Virginia bluebells and viburnum
Witch hazel adds touch of yellow
X factors in birds of paradise,
Yellow trillium adds a true zing
Zinnia gives lasting affection and goodness.
Written April 23rd, 2016
For contest by Shadow
Finalised may 2nd- received N/A
Now entered for contest "Second chance #3" by broken wings
Categories:
finalised, beautiful, spring, daffodils,
Form:
Abecedarian
Oh how I hate the winter where my limbs are exposed and seen
I just adore the springtime; I wear my dress of emerald green
Draping myself in lush foliage, not an inch of body you can see
Until warm winds of autumn arrive and begin to undress me
Then I start to shiver as my gown of golden leaves falls away
Leaving me cold and naked until spring returns again one day
Originally written on 08~22~15
N/A In personification contest finalised on 10/19/16
I worked so hard on my personification
Then looked at the list with consternation
Saw the sponsor gave it an N/A
Perhaps he’d had a tough day ….
I now look to Constance for mitigation!
11~11~16
5 Line rhyme for Broken Wings Take the dagger from my heart please 3 Contest
Categories:
finalised, autumn, tree,
Form:
Personification
I sit at my table - I sip onion soup
It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup
I could do with a meal and something to sup
But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up
The dry glass of flowers long started to wither
I yell for the waiter to make him run hither
The air con is broken I tell the garçon
It needs a regas - kindly put the fan on
Feeling light headed - the air closely stifles
I open my backpack and check on my rifle
I take out my weapon - look into the muzzle
The waiter just hoofs it - he answers this puzzle
He returns with a bottle and drinking glassware
A plate of moule-frites with some haricot vert
A slice of French brie in a fresh French baguette
And a royal dessert - an ice cream coronet
I pick up my glass of cool German hock
With fake deference I fake tug my forelock
He takes from his apron some pen and some paper
He's taking a poll - so how was your waiter?
I've gone four lines over - the limit I'm hitting
But hang on a second - this might not be fitting
And where are the horses in this French venue?
With snails and frog leggies - they're on the menu
Uses (sort of) the following words (in bold): muzzle, forelock, fetlock, hock, withers, stifle, poll, croup, gaskin, frog, hoof and coronet.
What on Earth inspired me
In life when I have to compete
I'm sometimes a little offbeat
This time I split words
Used meanings absurd
And wrote about menued horse meat
Reposting date: November 6th 2016
This contest: Take the dagger from my heart please - 3
Original contest: Horses
Original contest finalised: October 30th 2016
Categories:
finalised, funny, horse, humor, humorous,
Form:
Verse
You'll find great Lipton's and greying Earl's
Lying in my green beds in a curl
In my aroma they flump
I tantalize them to jump
In my green waters for love to unfurl
Gorgeous ladies keep me in a twirl
Celebrities hold me up as a priceless pearl
With green eyed coquettes I strump
In their petalled lips I slump
Blinging down curvaceous bellies to swirl
I brew secret desires of any girl
Mischief in their hearts I cleverly knurl
Squeeze me greener I retrump
My flavour you'll never dump
With green tea lovers my passions uncurl!
May 2, 2016
Second Chance # 3
For Broken Wings
(Submitted- April 5, 2016
Finalised- April 16, 2016)
* Reference to Lipton Green tea & Green Earl Grey tea
Categories:
finalised, allusion, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I Always wonder, who's the girl in the mirror,
Who seems so calm and composed of herself
and showing no emotions or sentiments.
I usually see her staring at me
and replicating whatever I do.
She seems to have nothing of her own.
As if she has lost her everything in the deep sea of sins.
I see her in the morning, with messed up hair.
I see her at afternoon, with a clumsy face.
I see her tiredly yawn at night.
And, sometimes I see her cheerless, helpless smile.
I know she does, whatever I do.
I know she can't feel anything on her own.
But I feel pity for her. And that is why I decide
To be happy, to make her feel good.
contest finalised on- 7th April, 2016
poem written in december 2015
Categories:
finalised, beauty, emotions, feelings, image,
Form:
Free verse
It's couplet time but I am shy one person short of a couple.
If I don't find a partner soon, I'm going to be in trouble.
I understand they call the term "set in their ways".
Or content to be on my own, oh happy days.
For too long now I've ruled my roost and jumped into my car.
Whenever the notion takes me to drive near or far.
Especially now the kids are grown and living far afield.
I can make an excuse to visit them and drop in for a meal.
Couples are nice to look at from a distance now I find.
I no longer wish I had a he who I was his and he was mine.
Dining out is so passe, I much prefer to eat at home.
Or even order take out, by simply lifting the phone.
My couple days are over, I'm a born again spinster now.
Roll on rockin' retirement, who needs a man anyhow?
22/08/2016
HALF A COUPLET
N/A
Couplet Time-
Contest deadline:
9/21/2016
Finalised:
8/27/2016 8:08:00 PM
Now entered in TAKE THE DAGGER FROM MY HEART contest by Broken Wings
Categories:
finalised, absence, adventure, retirement,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love Contest
Sponsored by Julie leigh Rodeheaver
12-16-17
Categories:
finalised, age, humorous, marriage, work,
Form:
Rhyme
Inventor. ( Pleiades)
Ideas come real
Intensions escalate
Into apprehension
Intense euphoria
Increase endorphins as
Invention finalised
Inspected accepted.
26/02/2017.
Categories:
finalised, dedication, imagination, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
My true love for you fashioned in my ink,
our wishes granted, and sensed innermost,
our path composed now forever a link,
for us as one, in love my heart, yours host.
Passionate, our moments are creative,
together, our dreams are awakening,
for living and not existence; alive,
lonely instants no longer frightening,
Silent times in presence, reassuring,
thoughts of us apart, never, relentless,
we are meant, as one, together sharing,
our emotions and thoughts in sync, seamless.
Created in our Lords image, we shine,
this honour bestowed on us, how divine.
09/14/2016
Contest - sonnet 4
Finalised - 9/23/2016
Categories:
finalised, i love you, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Take a look inside,
Both dead and alive,
Simultaneously?
How can we measure it,
If something is living, yet finalised?
Propose a second proposal,
Preferably pick a second one,
Work, well that's force over distance,
Yet how can we measure success?
Power is work over time but
It can be just and injust
Who decides control, no not I
It must be him on the inside
Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..
Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,
Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox
Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk
I get it now, needing no quarrels
Acceptance.
It's the ways it's meant to be
If we find out truth we will pay schrodingers fury
Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.
Can I open, must I find out.
It will ruin me I'm told.
Accept the unacceptable
Categories:
finalised, conflict, confusion, stress,
Form:
Prose Poetry