Best First Floor Poems
..............I could write you
...................poetic images
...............that would make
............other women drool.
...............Speak of sunsets
...........wired, computerized
....................................to
.....................................P
...................................PU
..............................PULSE
............ ...to the rhythm of
.........your striking features
B............Build you a ladder
.............from light, that we
..............could climb to the
..............gates of euphoria.
..............Tell you that they
.............named it after you
E..........................Ecstasy.
............I could and I would
.........but I know you better
.......... ....than that. I know
.....................what you like.
.........................I can taste
..............it on my buds. You
....................want a man of
......................simple words
..................spun from truth.
A.........A man that will never
.........run out on you. A man
..............that when you hold
......................is steady and
.............rooted. I am steady
..............and rooted but also,
...........I am in love with you.
U............Not by the waterfall
.........or against the light of a
..........full moon. Not walking
...................along the beach
....................while the ocean
..............whispers in my ears.
............. I love you first thing
.......even on a dingy morning.
........................I love you on
...........evenings when it is so
.........cloudy there is not even
................one star in the sky.
........It is just dark. I love you
.........when we're on separate
.......couches reading different
.......books. When we're alone
...........or together in a crowd
.......I love you from the other
........side of the room. On the
.......first floor when you're on
....the twenty third. When you
.....have a cold and even more
........when you are sicker still.
T.....The simple truth is you're
.........stuck with me from now
.............to eternity........why?
Y.................because the best
............part about you is that
.........I know you love me too.
01~22~2015
Sponsor: Rhonda
Contest: Hidden Beauty
All were gone in the gust of wind.
Not yet fully grown up into a woman
She was to leave home for a man.
What type of rules are they that bind?
Young girls to quit family for another
And before time, be already a mother.
None ever bothered to know her mind.
Before she could understand her roles,
Confined she was to daily filling of bowls
And nursing babies, to which she resigned.
One day, he died, taking his own life.
Blame she carried of being a bad wife.
Their boy and girl he cruelly left behind.
In hardship for a living, she was hurled.
Hoping her angels would change her world,
Night and day, she toiled blind.
One day, she slept such a sleep deep;
Her lovely angels forever went to sleep
As if fate had kept bad luck all aligned;
For an accidental flame to give them a skelp.
She did not hear them crying for help
While they burnt alive in room confined!
28/08/16
Contest:Best Sad Poem EVER - Laura Loo (Placed 2nd)
Based on a real incident where two adolescents burned alive last week
on the first floor. The mother did hear them crying for help but too late.
(Partly fictional)
One dark night takes me on a ride to an isolated hill where I inhale unpleasantness ..
Wide gleamy monstrous gate opens as the mighty wind blows,
creepy ferns crawl all over the floor.
Eerie garden awaits the lost lover's presence;
There stands a haunted home with a grubby porch at the entrance.
The magnanimous door welcomes me unwaveringly;
To the right there's slaughter hall polished with blood stains.
On the wall, hung portrait of a lady wearing a long red gown with a silver hat and a golden rosette stapled;
Beside protruded, a yearning window decorated by cob webs;
To the left led staircase ,as I step on railing, it crackles like hatching eggs; Carefully I manage to reach the first floor and confronted a quiet room occupied by constant whispers & spine-chilling whimpers...I slowly move inside and envision nothing strange,but I feel something moist dripping on my cheeks from the roof above.
When I look up, the entire strong ceiling collapses,
disembodied spirit arises,floating on air,observes the decaying house from a distance.
14-7-2020
~Deepa. V~
First place in the contest:-)
Note: Decaying house Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by A Dear Heart(Constance)
Your entering an elevator
in the skyscraping building of life.
As you step through the doors
your uncertain of which floor is right.
So you press all the buttons
hoping to rely on your sight.
Upon reaching the first floor
look who steps in, it's your wife.
Reaching the next floor,
your child comes running in.
You embrace them with happiness,
as the doors close once again
Then onto the next floor
with a bunch of smiles you all go.
Upon reaching the next floor
another child runs in "Oh no?"
Whats going on?
This wasn't part of the plan?
"Oh well I can take it,
that's right, I'm a strong man."
As you reach the next floor
your wife says this is it.
Exiting the elevator,
your kids start to throw a fit.
As you are about to exit
you see your wifes hand on the door.
Then she turns to you and says,
"Why don't you go up one more floor"
With the doors closing,
you see tears in your wifes eyes.
"Why would she be crying?
Was she telling me goodbye?"
Reaching the next floor,
you decide to see what this floor is all about.
This must be the right floor you sense,
in your mind with out a doubt.
As you turn to the elevator
to go back down one floor to your wife.
You see there is no down button,
for the elevator in this building of life
Dan Kearley:11-30-11
I read a notice in the paper about a free Church dinner
“I’m going, this will be a winner”
Saturday morning I sped out to eat
Thinking this is really a big treat.
I walked thru the big arch doors
Heard an organ playing on the first floor
“Gee that’s nice, music while you dine
This had to be just something real fine.
So many people sitting in rows
Ends of the seats all taped with bows
This may be a long wait to eat I thought
I remembered there were no tickets to be bought.
A young lady approached me with a smile
I asked if this was going to take awhile.
Long table with candles at the front of the church
But I didn’t see any food during my search.
A man up front, a waiter I thought to be, told me to come forward
With all the people still waiting, I felt really awkward
The organ played, I thought now I will get my meal
Everyone stood up as the lady came down, “my gosh this is unreal’
The waiter asked me ‘do you take her’
Couldn’t well hear, I was in a blur,
Thought he said “do I want take out”
‘Yes he does’ a man did shout.
The waiter then asked me for the ring
Didn’t know that was something to bring.
Then I notice she carried a pale blue bouquet
I then realized, a shock hit me---- ‘mayday” “mayday’
The waiter exclaimed, ‘you may now kiss your wife
“She’s now married to you for life”,
The wedding march sounded, what did I say?
I know now never to go to church on Saturday,
The knob turned
And opened the door
The door of the apartment
On the first floor
And the sudden gasp
Of air that the fireplace exhaled
Knocked an ember
To the floor
An ember that had been glowing
In the hearth
The room, a peaceful space
Warm but gloomy
As it slowly cooled down
The mercury downcast
And receding fast
“Close the door”! The inspector barked
Without looking ‘round
And with the click-thunk sound
His from followed the mercury
As it slowly pummelled
From his forehead
“Very curious”, said the man
In the coat
“Within a locked room,
This man may have been smote”
No open windows
No unlocked door
As the ember absently
Scorched the floor
Examining the body
The inspector soon found
A pocket of stones
And a pocket of ground
And as he thought
He absentmindedly made
A muttering sound
The rain pelted
The ground
Into submission
As rivulets of tears
Ran down panes
To coagulate into streams
To flow past
The old cemetery
At the end of Murray street
Where many a corpse
Wrapped in a sheet
Waited silently
For the trump
But there is more a decomposition
Than a composition around
It was there
Where
Those smooth stones
Were found
- The same place as the ground
The inspector knew
‘tis there that the man had gone
To a place of death
With which he was now one
To place of rest
Is it possible? Rest?
To where his love lay deep
Under the shadows of grazing sheep
To sleep, to sleep
But not a dream
His death was his last
Longing scream
The rocks and the ground
Was his last request
To lay with his love
To lay down and rest
You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class,
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with,
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and,
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch,
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name,
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money"
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,
Milton Brown
1822 – 1917
I knew C. W. Harvey.
Knew him and liked him.
I lived on the first floor of his Greenleaf Hotel
By Bailey Street.
Lived and thrived on the flowered verandah.
Sipped lemonade and gummed soft bread
In the swank dining room.
Talked and listened into the long afternoons
With the fine folks from Illinois and Iowa.
Most of the time,
I rocked and thought back,
And I remembered fondly
The old times in the trackless wilderness,
Seeking a permanent woman and a permanent home.
I found both with a pair of leather boots, a spade and a torn Bible.
Ye Kings and Princes of the Earth!
And to all the rich and the powerful:
“What doth it profit a man
To gain the whole world
And lose his own soul?”
We are truly nothing.
As nothing as the still wind.
As worthless as the dirt
That presently covers my still bones.
Yes, I knew C.W. Harvey.
Knew him and liked him.
He was the richest man in town when I arrived here.
And yet,
He taught me humility and dignity.
Lessons learned with a kind word
And a daily tip of his derby hat.
And after my passing into the eternal night,
He honored me with a kind eulogy at my burial
Here in Artilissa’s flower yard.
My forever resting place
Under these countless stars!
I would smash you up
Into smaller pieces
Just to see you from
Another angle
Bend my face
On the spoon
To bear in mind
How warped the mind
Can become
Massage
And pet names
Are merely a form of dance
To get insane
With your long blonde hair
And your eyes of blue
A land of dreaming spires
Pink sky hue transpires
And Me!
17
18
Years young
A first floor urchin
Undeserving
A second floor princess
So...
So so, so
So squeeze sorrow
Between the curtain
Twist it
Turn it
Soak in it
Learn it
The water
Of her vase
An algorithm
Too complex
For the flowers of the urchin
My mind a fading rainbow
That I lurch out
That I lurch in
Guarding of eternity's gate
Pinky hue sets late
Take your place
Aside me
Under the stars
A sorry reprobate
Perhaps I will die for a reason, not so strong
A translation of a poem of Humayun Azad
Perhaps I will die for a reason, not so strong
For a little dandelion
for a trickling dewdrop
Perhaps I will die on a windy summer day
For a swirling petal of a flower, blown away afar
For a drop of rain.
Perhaps I will die for a reason, not so strong
For a humming magpie robin
For a smiling face of a baby, smile lines.
Perhaps I will die for my serene oasis in someone's eyes
Tear drops within
For a drop of sunlight.
Perhaps I will die for a reason, not so strong
For a streak of moon light
For a piece of wandering cloud
Perhaps I will die on the Twenty first floor of the tower
For a lost butterfly
For a drop of green.
Perhaps I will for a reason, very ordinary
For a dream, a lonely dream
for a grief, very own
Perhaps I will die in someone's sleep
For a little spontaneous time, when we breathe
For a droplet of beauty.
America Gentleman II
His long stripped Hat is a storey thing
Yet his head scantly fills it to the brim
His Brain being below the first floor
Floats in the scar sprinkled Skyscraper
Vaunted as “Most Sublime!”
His Coat flows so long and so bright
A frayed notorious Cat O’ Nine Tails
Only that he’s the Cat of Nine Lives
Coaxing a scary plague back in Town!
Racy colours of Pied Piper!
Arriving at the Port from land abroad
“Hero’s in Town”, RED carpet rolled.
Frowning: “Been into too much blood,
“I wouldn’t desire that kind of stuff
“Flag you raise to honour me must be
“A Scar Spangled Banner!”
Then on tow, kid captive from abroad
Chained and destined for some Zoo...
A stage was set for a Hero’s welcome-
To lavish with fun and raucous praise
“I need no dough with no hologram
“Of Pirates on eye-hoods!”
JM
04th Nov’ 2013
Now its feel as like
I am very near to the dream of your eyes
With Every passing day
I am going to closer to you
I am ready to fight
I am ready to do real competition with life
So don’t feel fear and feel my love
I am on the way
I know your choice
No one can prevent me
I am ready to bravely cross all beerier
And make our love immortal
And I know that day is now not far
I am very near to true horizon
I have chosen you
As my dream destination
Poet- anurag sharma .
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- draditiadi@rediffmail.com
Mobile no-8743082486
She's a part of my spirituality.
A gift of sunshine when darkness surrounds.
A fire starter. It only takes a spark for her to ignite me.
She's the staircase in my basement.
The first floor of heaven, we're making penthouse moves.
The Weezy in my hustle. The reason why my rhyme won't end.
The east side to a better life.
A star guiding an infant to a king.
My Christmas gift every month to include December.
A partner in crime for all time, in down time, no time,
one second left or before the ball is tipped,
she encompasses my entire existence.
My queen of pop "do you remember the time?"
See we needed then to have now. She's everything spiritual.
My stairway to climb. A record deal I didn't need to sign.
Pure platinum, she hangs on our wall. My song title.
The author of my greatest hit.
She's the connection of chronological order
Nostradamus could not predict.
She is that which establishes me.
The fulfillment of God's need.
My queen, better known as my best friend.
From ***** spirituals to the "reason why I sing."
Take her out the picture and Technicolor
would not have been invented.
It's black and white really.
She's my fifty shades of grey.
A treasure recaptured after disaster, can't lose her.
She's worth the fatigue you get from
holding on with a cliffhanger grip.
She is, she is, she is so that I could be...
It was God that told me.
This guy declared I will knock
At your door even if I become a laughingstock.
I am thankful you live on the first floor
I don't want to cause an uproar
Or send you in to shock.
I feel we have interlocked.
I am like a male peacock
Declaring my love to whom I adore.
He declared I will knock
Furthermore according to my clock
I have been out here an hour waiting for you to
Turn the lock.
I implore
You please to open the door.
Hello! There jock. Your girlfriend lives on the
Next block.
Why don't you go over there and knock.
Picture this if you will!
Christmas Eve at the home of,
Jackson and Janis the Pug
after dinner all the mess is cleaned up,
and Jackson and Janis are safe and snug
Jackson is dreaming of hot dogs,
of Mr. Jones and his hot dog cart
on a nice warm summers day,
as he strolls through the park
When he wakes to a noise down stairs,
he tells Janis " stay put" heads for the door
Janis was worried of course as her,
Brave little Jackson, headed for the first floor
Little Jackson, light footed down step by step,
farther down, farther down he goes
he sees movement, in the living room,
what it is Jackson does not know
Now on the first floor, rounded the corner,
coming to the living room, he gives a pause
there, before his bright little eyes,
was the man in Red, Santa Claus
When Santa saw Jackson, he gave him a smile,
pulled a scroll from his pocket, said " look at this,"
Santa walked over, unfurled the scroll
said,:" I see my young Jackson is on the nice list"
Jackson said," Santa, is Janis there too?"
" She's my wife,and she's been a good Pug this year,"
With a chuckle he said" Look closer and see"
" Yes my young Jackson, here's her name, just here"
A smile on his face, twinkle in his eye,
Jackson watched Santa, on this Christmas day
he made his way to the fireplace, finger on his nose,
Merry Christmas young Jackson, up the chimney he ros.
Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas Jackson and Janis !!!
Taz