Best Flatly Poems
deal with it
i will not let my emotions
be monitored
this is me
if you do not like the
fire
stay away
i am me
so why not enjoy
if it were left up to me
society would be ignored
i would fly to you in my
widows' weeds with hand-
fulls of forget me nots
i would wear a purple veil
to obscure the depth of
my sorrow
or not
i would hook you
in the eyes and say
hi. why me flatly
with nuance
i would move myself
into your space
and waste us both
without dignity
i would use your arms
around me to grieve
if , only if, it were
left up to me
Categories:
flatly, hope, imagination, introspection, me,
Form:
Free verse
One cold day, I was burning up
The rain outside was dry
The sunshine, mooned each falling star
Out there, inside was I
Reading, when I'm fast asleep
I saw no movement stand
I reached without and outstretched arm
to flick the fly that land
Bouncing, being very still
I thought it lively, dying
When up it sprang, just flatly
All it's energy, spent trying
Salt I sprinkled, as it poured
Atop, the underneath, it's belly
Finally flopping, to and fro
Then landing in my jelly
Categories:
flatly, children, funny, life,
Form:
Light Verse
So many possibilities parade up and down the perimeter of the page.
Some wiggle their petootsies at me; one sticks out her tongue.
Being super confident, adorable, and quietly intrusive is the rage.
The word LUCKY gives me an Eskimo kiss, making me feel young.
Lucky what? My muse asks, as she lies on the edge polishing a nail.
She does not care if this poem works or flatly bombs, a total fail.
I pretend we are friends and suggest a few things to go with lucky.
She laughs her head off with a donkey kick, making me feel suckly.
I start making a list of what we could do with this pristine page.
The elves, gnomes, faeries, and brownies take over, they are all sage.
I write lucky penguin, sweet crocodile, happy peacock and tiny giraffe.
I know I am still being made fun of when I hear Trixie’s evil laugh.
So, what is your idea? I ask her, and she grabs the pen from me.
She makes whirls and twirls, dots, slashes, dashes, D’s, F’s and a B.
I study what she has done, and I have to be sort of kind.
Because after I read it I see that Trixie has a super brilliant mind.
Categories:
flatly, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
I look at the green crocodile balls placed in handcrafted bamboo basket
They look ripe and tempting.
The snake skinned vendor looks at me with hopeful eyes
His turtle legs skin with every vein visible is a testimony of many days of hunger
He wears a wrinkled robe of silk over them
His brahminy blindsnake skin glistens in sun
An amazing will power to survive despite odds keeps him going.
I know he will gladly give me a huge discount for his meager earnings determines his dinner
Filled with pity, I buy a kilo and hand over a thousand rupee note to him
He looks at me puzzled
"I don't have change for such a big amount"
"Keep the change", I say
He flatly refuses
"I will have only what I earn
I am not a beggar
I will get change from nearby shop"
"You give me whole basket", I respond
He displays his moony teeth
His face gleams in joy
I am reminded of full moon night
He quickly packs my fruits
offers free home delivery
I lack strength despite good food
He is strong despite hunger
I feel sad and depressed at times
He inspires life is meant for living happily with smile in face
As I walk back home
I resolve to be happy
I have no right to be sad!
06.08.2021
For Emile Pinet imagism contest
Categories:
flatly, 10th grade,
Form:
Imagism
droll
slap you with a word
then, cross arms and wait
that's how she'd get you ... Grace Cleaves
out-of-the-blue idiosyncrasies that she'd notice in you
laid quite flatly in your lap
for you to comment on ... or not
all conversations started thusly
for she'd make all her determinations
(ie your character and humor)
from that initial punch-to-the-gut
brilliant, yet what most people despised about her
and what sent them fuming ... she, no worse for the wear
a sly grin and a wink to her dead husband
"We've lost another one, Hubert!"
I ... ADORED her for it, and it came to be something I depended on
she was brilliant, you see ... extraordinarily so
but few people tolerated her long enough to discover it
that was her point ... and MY gift
a gift I will always ache for.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "The Lady Down The Lane" Poetry Contest
Craig Cornish, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
flatly, appreciation, friendship, loss, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I noticed her two weeks ago.
She flew into my physics lab
like hell itself was after her
and tripped as she sat down.
She's always late for classes,
stammering her apologies,
flustered and myopic, her glasses
barely perched upon her nose.
Accident-prone, she barreled
through the library like Grant
attacking Richmond, giggling nervously
as she checked out her books.
To me she is a treasure, a whirling
dervish dressed in black and white,
always black and white, like for her
it's some particular religion.
I asked her to the movies. She acted
like I was the first who'd ever taken
interest, she was flattered but she
flatly and decidedly said no.
She had thrown down the gauntlet,
so I set out to woo her with my wit
and charm, taking every opportunity
to bump into her when and where I could.
Finally she acquiesced, and when
she slowed down enough to smile
and chat and laugh and joke with me
my heart was hers to keep!
Categories:
flatly, love
Form:
Quatrain
Hair like the beautiful brown bark on a tree,
but soft like the wind and the clouds.
Eyes shining and sparkling like the light reflecting off rippling water,
and so very deep like the oceans.
Nose, not like a branch, but there.
Out of the way like the sun is on a cloudy day.
Mouth. Lips of perfection; draped with scarlet.
Their imperfection attracts desperation.
Neck. Smooth and perfect, like the sand that stretches across the deserts.
Chest like non other, yet nothing bad at all.
Stomach and navel draw the eyes of passerby.
So precious its surface, longing for lips to touch and someone embrace.
Flat like the horizon, but curvy like waves in the sea.
Hips, bony and visible.
Draws attention when letting them show.
Thighs, soft and scrumptious, as one might say.
Lacks ugliness, as cow does stripes.
Knees of a warrior princess.
Strong and mighty, but pretty in the process.
Shins, so sharp and revealing.
With the calf's trailing behind like ducklings behind their mother.
Ankles of beauty, which lead to the foot.
Planted flatly each time it comes in contact with the ground.
So exact, the posture of the body.
Like a brick wall, never to come down.
This is the perfect body.
Categories:
flatly, girlfriend-boyfriend, passion, people, longing,
Form:
Blank verse
It’s a dimly lit, darkly entombed spot
Here sits a lone black weeping willow tree
Night encroached leaving nothing you can see
Its cold, nothing about this place is hot
Not a ray of light surrounds to get caught
Evil basks within the nooks quite empty
She sits, there on a stump she sits flatly
Devoid of emotion, hope isn’t brought
Expressionless she stands with great power
The tree bows right to her beck and call
She stands mighty and tall like a tower
Grove seems to be protected by a wall
All who happen to see her would cower
All she sees is hate, her soul crushes all
* Left over Halloween poem, I forgot to post this, enjoy!
Russell Sivey
Categories:
flatly, evil, halloween, hate, tree,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Wake not the passions you cannot tame:
A thin line there is between love and madness;
Lest you soon have yourself to blame,
Dear beautiful but an impatient mistress.
Even when in his fine eyes appear the sparks
Which at your sight seem like some magic,
Fall not too flatly for such trademarks
'Cause they could be far more than tragic!
That which often times disguises as passion,
Is nothing but a devastating monster
Which opens the door to vain obsession
—Oh, a feeling but a heartless life waster!
In between love and madness lies a thin line
Bordering every fragile mind by design.
Categories:
flatly, love, magic, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
Kacha
Yes I know
What you are saying
Is absolutely
True Devayani
But you are not
trying
To understand
That my memories
Of these wonderful
moments
Are betraying me
When I try to recall
them. 09
It has put me
In a perplexed
situation
Dear friend
On the one hand
The idea of the
gained knowledge
Is constantly
disturbing my mind
As it is undoubtedly
The rarest amongst
All the rare things
And an achievement
Which any one would
like to dream
And for which
One would like to
live
And would even love
to die. 10
Such a lofty
knowledge
Has been gained by
me
Because of you only
Dear Devayani
To accomplish
Some greater causes
And it is because of
that need
I seek your
permission
To leave this
wonderful place
Dear Devayani.11
Devayani
Try to recall Kacha
The day
When you first
reached here
From heaven as a
teenage boy
When I was playing
In the garden with
my friends
And you requested me
To take you
To Guru Sukracharya*
Without knowing
That he was my
father. 12
You wanted to become
his disciple
So that you may
learn
From him
The secret knowledge
Of reviving the
dead,
But my father
Had flatly refused
To impart that
knowledge
To you
Because you were a
representative
Of Gods. 13
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th
Aug. 2014
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Categories:
flatly, hate, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
BROKEN-HEARTED, BUT FORGIVING
I have two grandchildren whom I've not seen
In a period nearing three years
I look at their pictures every day
And it reduces me to tears
Their mother and father flatly refuse
Any contact with them at all
Since the untimely death of my wife
Not even a card or a call
No explanation has been given
I simply do not know why
Life hardly seems worth living
And every day, I cry
But the God that I serve has stated
Forgive them seventy times seven
So this I've done as He has said
And we'll be reunited in Heaven
14 October 2017
1:55 a.m.
Categories:
flatly, abuse, bereavement, betrayal, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Knave
stands accused
of pilfering pies,
a suit he denies
flatly
Categories:
flatly, books, writing,
Form:
Cinquain
Once i lived with an uncle in a sleepy coastal town
who had a very beautiful house help from upcountry
now my male cousin Kiki desired to have a relationship
with our beautiful house help who was very lovely
One day Kiki arrives home alone he tries his advances
she flatly rejects him he then tries harder than its allowed
with no success.. later that night he is summoned by my uncle
Kiki tries best to defend himself....but is severely reprimanded
Now my Chieftain uncle is given to punishment and for Kiki
our Kiki is ordered to spend the night in the Chicken house..
not the European pet chickens these are real African chicken
complete with a rooster who scratches Kiki mercilessly
Come morning Kiki is full of scratches but he has learnt his lesson
he apologizes like his life depends on it and high tails out of the house
Safari my chieftains uncle we all love him but is know to be really hard
when it comes to meting out punishment and our Kiki had it coming
Lewis Nyaga
mambo ya pwani
Categories:
flatly, africa, bullying, cousin, family,
Form:
Narrative
O! You are naive
You are barbaric indeed
In you, I am disappointed
We sight each other everyday
We smile to one another each day
We fondle one another day by day
Aren’t we married for years?
In number, it was thirty three plus three years
O! Electricity
You are but faulty
You bit me with your electricity teeth
Just as snake bites
Believe me
Please trust me
Pray I shall not stand
As I lay flatly on this ground
Enjoying pain of your thunder bit
After cascaded from long distance poll
As long as the firmament
Laughing though tears drool
You are defunct!
I mean it you are extinct!
O! Poetry soup, don’t plead me
Don’t plead me
Okay I shall show mercy
For my fellow poets to viewing their poetry
They need electricity
Categories:
flatly, heartbreak, innocence,
Form:
Rhyme
I grew up proud to be grandma’s favorite.
Some little rules were broken, I must admit.
These were all but childhood caprices.
At youth, my ego was broken to pieces.
When flatly was I refused love marriage.
Settled was I to be with one double my age.
No place was there for protest or discussion.
A puppet was I dancing in a procession.
My lover desperate, gave me his last word.
A step by me has to be taken, all I heard,
To wipe all the drama, if I wish, like a broom.
Faced boldly then did I, my to be groom.
In one deep breath I poured my heart out.
His face paled, looking almost knocked out.
I stood firm and mutinous, ready to retaliate.
With a force in me none could annihilate.
In dignity, my engagement came to end.
Lost prestige and shattered ego, hard to mend.
Slyly, Grandma put a word looking for time right.
There was only one way to escape this plight.
I was called before all to express my wish.
Cost me a lot to convince I was not selfish.
A simple wedding I was allowed, in a fortnight.
But happiness was mine on my wedding night.
27/07/16
Contest: The rule was begging to be broken
(A fortnight - 2 weeks time)
Win 2nd place
Categories:
flatly, change, conflict, courage, love,
Form:
Rhyme