Best Fixed Up Poems
'Twas the night before Christmas...I was home all alone
I had nothing to do...so I wrote down a poem
I just couldn't get it...my poem to look right
Perhaps, it would look better...if I had turned on the light
Words were mspeld...and some were left out
The light would have helped...for sure, no doubt
Ten times I re-wrote it...I drank ten cups of tea
It took me ten hours...boy oh boy, ten times I did pee
I wrote about Santa...for all the children to believe
I figured out what to write...I had a trick up my sleeve
I wrote in my poem...so that all the kids knew
That Santa's real mother...well, she was a Jew
After finishing my poem...I readied myself
I fixed up my sleigh...and I hired an elf
To take hold of the reigns...and to deliver my poem
To put in the stockings...in every kids home
The Night Before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
11/23/2018
Categories:
fixed up, christmas, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m going to possess you as I undress you
Peel away every other dream
Layers of broken promises
That cover your heart
Fall to the floor
There with your shirt
Discarded they lie
Crumpled
I unbuckle your belt
That binds
The failed romance
I pull away from your being
In my firm grip
Suspended in space
For a time
Enough for you to see
My relish as I let it drop
With eyes fixed up at you
I unbutton each inhibition
That keeps your tenderness
concealed
Forcing the covering down to the ground
Helping you kick it away
As I reach for what you hide
There inside
I uncover your strength
Now evident, seen
I take possession of you
Bit by bit
As I take you in
And push out every other thought
Of anyone you ever sought
I....take....possession
Yes!
Keep your eyes WIDE OPEN
Don’t think
Don’t blink
I’m here
Look at me
LOOK AT.....ME!
In my eyes
No lies
No disguise
I mesmerize
Hypnotize
Make you VISUALIZE
ME
My flowing back hair
Your only true covering
All you'll need
I feed
Feel me take control
Body, mind, and yes….I'll take your soul
As I devour you whole
I nibble and taste
Not a bit of haste
Hearing you beg and plead
In need
Now….
yes….now...
F~**R~**E~**E~**D*****
FREED!!!!
And I sigh
Satisfied
I see you crumple
As down you lie
Depleted of self
Depleted of her
Depleted of everything
Everything but me
P O S S E S S E D!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
fixed up, sensual, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Well hello there, wondered where you’ve been.
It sure is good to hear from you again.
It’s been a long time since we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
There was a girl who lived across the yard,
and she was always making your life hard.
She danced naked across the bedroom floor,
but you were too shy to knock on her door.
You got fixed up with a date by your mom,
and when you took her to the high school prom.
She got drunk and wanted to get frisky,
but you were afraid it was too risky.
Life just ain’t something you’re going to find,
sitting in the dark peeking through the blind.
Just watching the world outside pass you by,
with no one there to hold you when you cry.
Got yourself a job at the Burger King,
spent your evenings watching the Dairy Queen.
She could really stack ice cream on a cone,
you never asked her for one of your own.
Joined the army when you were twenty-three,
they stationed you over in Germany.
Frauleins kept trying to give you a dance,
you never found the time to take the chance.
Love ain’t something you’re ever going to get,
sitting there staring at the TV set.
No matter how hard it is that you try,
that TV will not hold you while you cry.
The years passed by and you grew tired and old,
had a tiny dog and ten cats I’m told.
You never had any kids or a spouse,
matter of fact you hardly left the house.
Your neighbor always knocking on your door,
asking for some sugar or something more.
She said hers was the sweetest pie in town,
but you never would ask her to sit down.
Living sure ain’t something that can be done,
without trying to share it with someone.
You just have to step out the door and try,
when you find someone, you won’t need to cry.
It has been a while since you’ve dropped by.
I can’t help myself but to wonder why.
Hope I didn’t offend you when we last met.
Tell me what’s your name again, I forget.
Categories:
fixed up, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Fed up
Fixed up
Dressed up
turned up
Stood up
Gave up
canned up
Fed up.
Peter Dome.copyright. 2014.
Categories:
fixed up, angst, betrayal, funny,
Form:
Free verse
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His wife wants some black lingerie.
He'll really surprise her today.
Hot pink is his fav'rite.
Oh, how he does sav'r it.
He struts in his bright negligee!
She's shocked when she sees him this way.
She screams, "What a Valentine's Day!
I wanted red roses,
but here my man poses
and prances. This is NOT OKAY!"
She sniffles and gives him a box.
Inside are some black boots and socks.
He says, "Black and pink
look kinky, I think!
Oh, thanks, Dear. This gift really rocks."
He does have some roses for her.
Bynow everything is a blur.
"Pink roses," she mumbles.
Toward bed she now stumbles.
He says, "Wait. I bought you a fur!"
"It's pink," she responds. "I'm amazed!"
Her husband is smiling, unfazed.
"I dyed it for you.
Don't you love this hue?"
She stares at him, totally dazed.
She tells him, "I have to lie down."
He says, "Say good-bye to that frown.
I've fixed up our room
and banished the gloom.
For us, no more drab beige and brown!"
She enters the room feeling weak
and turns on the light for a peek.
She screams when she sees
bright pink; then she flees.
For days she's unable to speak.
Date: December 9, 2018
Contest Title: Make Me Actually LOL Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Categories:
fixed up, husband, relationship, wife,
Form:
Limerick
Limerick: Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
Once a Barrister hired a Spinster
To work his pump short of a sphincter
She bought piston and nuts
Fixed up the leaking guts
Then Spinster married Barrister’s sister.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
fixed up, horror,
Form:
Limerick
Your Grave-Noah Holden
As you lay in the ground peacefully in your rest,
You lay lifelessly in your coffin no heart beating within your chest,
Just laying their cold, stiff, dead and alone,
Insects are eating at your flesh all the way to the bone,
Your coffin surrounded by nothing, but dirt and mud,
Fixed up, dressed in all black embalming fluid replaces your blood,
Your soul departs from your body and exceeds beyond the skies,
Your friends and family gather around your coffin to say their good byes,
You’ll be loaded into a hurse once your coffin is closed and sealed,
You’ll be lowered into a hole which will be dirt filled,
You’ll be in your black suit, black tie with your black socks,
You’ll be rotting forever inside of your box.
Categories:
fixed up, death
Form:
Tommy Tortoise was so lonely and looking for romance
His feet were large and plodding but he’d love the chance to dance
He sees a sign for line dancing
The thought of this made his heart sing
Tommy slowly crept into the hall
People were dancing so he watched them swing
But sitting in a corner was a lady tortoise looking sad
Tommy went over to her, she smiled and then looked glad
They chatted for a while and it was very plain to see
That their dancing days were simply not meant to be
Arm in arm they plodded off and fixed up another date
Now Tommy is no longer looking because he’s found his soul mate
Jan Allison
17th July 2014
One of three poems written for Animals Alive Contest
this poem has not been submitted
Categories:
fixed up, animal, fantasy, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
From thee over-ewesed too letter word 'up' wee get a lot of mileage.
It has moor meanings than any other word inn thee English language.
Without reelizing it wee weave it intwo hour daily conversashuns,
Oratshuns, knowtashuns, quotashuns, summashuns and exhortashuns!
Wee pier 'up' at thee sky butt it makes know cents two say wake 'up'!
At a meating if a topic comes 'up' wee mae bee asked two speak 'up'!
Politicians ar 'up' four election and beefour exercising wee warm 'up'!
People tend two stir 'up' trouble and wee panic when a drain plugs 'up'!
She gets gussied 'up' fore a knight out and he drives bye two pick her 'up'!
Gluttons work 'up' an appetite, gorge themselves and then throw 'up'!
Wee drive a pick 'up' and if it gets rear-anded wee get it fixed 'up'!
Wee lock 'up' thee house, cover 'up' hour tracks and make excuses 'up'!
Mom dusts 'up' thee room, warms 'up' leftovers and cleans thee kitchen 'up'!
When it reigns it clouds 'up' and when thee son comes out it clears 'up'!
When it reigns it soaks 'up' thee earth and if it doesn't reign things dry 'up'!
A joke cracks ewe 'up'. If things don't go write, yore dey's awl screwed 'up'!
Stores ar opened 'up' inn thee mourning and at knight they ar closed 'up'!
Ewe use thee dictionary two look 'up' words if there meaning is mixed 'up'!
If ewe ar 'up' two it yew mite try two think 'up' moor weighs of using 'up'!
Butt four now my time is 'up' sew eye'll shut 'up' and rap this thing 'up'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
fixed up, funny, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
I was pretty cranky when my spanky new bike was janky.
The frame was too short for my body, too tall and lanky.
The tires too fat, too hard to push up boggy maintain trails.
The deal I got clearly a lemon janky, all wrapped in hanky-panky.
The bike looked so nice out of the box, its chrome frame so glint and shiny.
The first sign of trouble was rust on the chain, which made me angry.
Squirts of oil needed on chain and axles, to make pedaling smooth.
Front and rear nuts needed tightening, else wheel retention was dicey.
I set off for ride, bike all fixed up and ship-shaped I hoped,
but the brakes did not work when handle grips I groped,
Disaster averted, just in nick of time, by dragging my feet on ground.
The handle bars were loose, the seat too nippy on bum, but some how I coped.
Back home from first ride, mad as hell, I swore I would return the heap of junk,
I found the guarantee and read the fine print, but my hopes were sunk
when I read that the bike could only be returned to get full refund,if never ridden!
So I’m stuck with my Jekyll janky skunk of a bike, deal a flunk, ego shrunk.
Categories:
fixed up, travel,
Form:
Free verse
What If Life Could Change?
What if life could actually change?
What if the world could be rearranged?
What would us as people now see?
Would it be the start of life or the end for me?
If the oceans were red and the skies were green
How would people discover the meaning within?
Now you see life is an aspect all on its own
It's a step by step process that takes years to grow
Now some people say life's a mistake
But it was people who fixed up the breaks
Now you might be wondering, would life really have been the same?
No! because there's a difference between life and a game
Because life goes on but a game could be played over
Like something on the moon also known as a rover
It goes to the moon and finds things it should
Same thing with God giving us life, to obey him and do good
Back to the point, life can't change
Try what you want no day is the same
So stop asking questions and start giving answers
Because life will soon change so start to enhance it.
Wian van Kraayenburg
11 January 2015
Categories:
fixed up, betrayal, blessing, confusion, creation,
Form:
She would say: >
He would diagnose that I was asocial and needed to be treated.
I would go on my corner, sob, and feel relieved that I could
Still feel my heart. I would repeat a thousand time that
I was in safe grounds.
When I talk, I can remember them saying :>. I was never allowed to talk because I was cursed.
I would go home and scream until I had no voice anymore
And I would lay on the floor and hope so badly that I could
Cut my throat open and trash those tender chords.
When I wear a short, I can remember them saying: >. I would go home running and hide all
Of my shorts. I would then eat and eat until I started throwing
Up. I would start again and again believing I was almost
About to be fixed up.
When I see this scar on my chin, I can remember them saying :> and then punching and pushing me
Off the stairs. I remember how I ran home crying, the blood running from my mouth
And my chin and their Laughter ringing loud and loud on my mind.
When I see the questions on the paper, I can remember them saying: > I would swear that
Never again would I work that hard. I would not cry anymore
Because I decided that they were holding all the truths.
When I see my face, I remember how I went back to them.
They were everything I knew; they were all I have.
So I stayed through the bruises, the blood, the insults and
The insanities. I would worth as much as they wanted me
To worth. I thought that all that pain I deserved it somehow.
Sometimes, you are afraid to sail because you might never
See the shores again. I did finally go with the wind, found
Myself in the ocean and landed in the land I made.
Categories:
fixed up, bullying, people, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Fed up
fixed up
dressed up
turned up
stood up
gave up
p.......up
fed up.
Peter Dome. copyright.2012.
Categories:
fixed up, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, lost
Form:
Free verse
Ever notice silly signs some businesses put up?
Like braille upon the restroom door and drive through banks fixed up,
In case a blind man happens by driving his brand new car,
And wants to use the ATM, they've gone a little far.
How can they read the braille if the way they cannot see?
If driving they use dog or cane or wrap around a tree.
I never saw a blind man drive or inch along a wall,
Looking for a restroom sign in restraunt, bar or mall;
And what's up with these crazy laws they're passing now I see?
A misdemeanor gets you jailed while criminals walk free.
I'm telling you the times have changed, things ain't the way they was.
Folks used to smile and show respect but not no more becuz,
They don't know where you're coming from, they don't know where you've been.
Right is wrong and wrong is right, they're trying to blend in.
I'm tired of trying to blend in, stand in my own defense.
Why can't the laws be like before and show some common sense.
Categories:
fixed up, community, life, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Life was hard when growing up cus I was poor.
Farm work always needed doing, chore after chore,
wearin' hand-me-downs, never gettin' new toys.
No time for playin' with friends, like other boys.
They made fun of me for pickin' melons and corn,
but it was the world into which I had been born.
It wasn't easy gettin' by, those days in the South,
especially when they called me, 'Melon Mouth.'
There was a road that passed by our farmland
where I sold our crops in a little wooden stand.
Folks pedaled on shiny bikes and passed me by
until one day a girl fell off hers and began to cry.
I picked her up and made sure she was alright.
She said, "I'm okay, but that gave me a fright!"
She'd hit a rock and her bike landed on a stump,
causing a tire to go flat, but I had an air pump.
She asked why she'd never seen me ridin' around,
so, I told her I didn't have a bike to get into town.
She frowned and thanked me, then on she rode,
I kicked at the dirt and felt as gawky as a toad.
A week or so later, I saw her riding a new bike.
It looked sleek and fast; the kind that I would like.
She nodded and smiled, so I smiled right back.
Yeah, that red bike had it all. Nothin' did it lack.
Mom said I'd had a visitor when workin' in the field.
Somethin' left for me beneath a tarp, concealed.
Quickly, I lifted the cover, gasped then exhaled
when I saw the girl's old bike. All words failed!
I found out that she had become my new neighbor.
Together, we fixed up the bike. It took lots of labor.
I fell in love with that girl, whose name was Helen,
when she said she could eat a whole watermelon.
She helped me paint the frame, melon rind green.
It was the coolest lookin' bike that I'd ever seen!
Cardboard melon slices with seeds behind the spokes
made the city boys keep teasin' me with lame jokes.
But I didn't care what cruel names they called me
because they suffered from green-eyed jealousy.
I had the prettiest girl in town riding at my side
and I knew when we grew up, she'd be my bride.
June 30, 2022
A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination
Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
fixed up, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme