Best Floating(A) Poems
We gathered around an old, grey battered table,
one leg was to short, darn thing was unstable.
Spread out on top laid a map with torn edges,
markings in pen, circling valleys and ridges.
Azimuth in hand and pen in grips sight,
lines were drawn showing us our next fight.
Two klicks up north, and a jaunt to the west,
we'll cover that ground, with no stopping to rest.
Our numbers are weak, but survival is strong,
we've been here before, it seems years long.
Battle hardened and faithful, this small force of ten,
doing these type missions, time and time again.
We'll wait until dark, deep into the night,
heading out then, beginning our plight.
With time on my hands, and empty stomach to fill,
then gather some rest, positive that I will.
I drift off to sleep, floating a wave of memories stored,
she's such a warm site, melting my heart deep to its core.
Her arms are crossed, leaning against open doorway,
my auburn haired beauty, batting lashes at me.
Her eyes are light hazel, gold, green, and soft brown,
lighting up my dark soul, thats been vacant, a ghost town.
Just as she was bout to speak,
with her voice so soft, a vocal treat.
I feel my body being gently shaken,
My fellow warrior saying, "its time, awaken."
Coming to, while wishing I had heard the thoughts she spoke,
within my silent, but visual dream, before I woke.
The time is dark the mission ahead, seek enemy,
we will kill them all, and pray we take no casualties.
Almost instantly as I exit the olive drab colored tent,
mind sails to my auburn haired beauty, smiling,winking, Heaven sent.
I must return back to her whole, just as I had left,
not arriving home, within flag draped, silver casket.
Auburn haired beauty, she's worth my life and more,
her freedom, our home, today, I will kill for.
Categories:
floating(a), love, war,
Form:
Rhyme
I came across a body of water -
not a waterfall or rain.
I'm not sure if 'twere a lake
or something else.
I'll go with the something else
as 'twould be more exciting...
I saw a handsome man there
floating a raft towards his doom.
12/7/2015
Categories:
floating(a), irony,
Form:
Verse
An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and
and no one can ever feel
the hidden wounds inside her heart
Why does she scream?
Why does she shed painful tears?
Her eyes are tired of crying and
her tears are frozen
today there is no one to wipe her tears
maybe she is missing her childhood
when she used to insist on Barbie Doll
holding the fingers of her mother
and holding the hand of the father
used to chase butterflies in the garden
Used to kiss the droplets of rain
while floating a paper boat in the pond
Will her days come back?
Listening to mother's lullaby at midnight
used to fly with the fairies in the blue sky
Maybe she is still crying
now her tears must be tired
she still is waiting for her parents to come
But she does not know that
her parents will never return
God has called them to heaven
because her parents, at the hands of cruel terrorism,
have been killed
in the Menchester Bomb Blast
on 22nd May 2017.
Let us pray that the soul of her parents
rest in piece!
(By Kishan Negi)
Categories:
floating(a), baby, child, death, humanity,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Amelia she loves to chat and tells an amusing story
But dear readers BEWARE – this one’s a little gory
She worked long hours at night as a barmaid
It was a job she loved and good wages she got paid
She’d had a busy day and her pits were a little whiffy
So she had a little bath – it would only take a jiffy
So into the bath Amelia got, she sank into the bubbles
But this was only the beginning of Amelia’s troubles
Amelia did a little fart but unfortunately followed through
And in the bath was floating a little bit of poo
Amelia got out quickly and left the bath to drain
But unbeknown to her the turd it did remain
She got dressed and ready to go - she had to get her lift
To the pub she loved to work in she always enjoyed her shift
With the customers Amelia was always a big hit
She didn’t let on her secret that in the bath she’d done a little poop*
But it was a Wednesday night and a quiz was on this day
Amelia she loved this challenge and she would always play
The final question stumped many people but they wanted to be the winner
Which barmaid crapped in the bath tonight and could they name the sinner?
The one in the white t-shirt some of the customers did shout
Amelia went as red as a beetroot- she couldn’t wait to get out
But the customers they did shout and cheer
And poor Amelia had to pour them another beer
Now Amelia no longer works in the bar
She works as a receptionist – she’s really come far
She loves her new job and always likes to talk
But to stop her following through now she always wears a cork.
· I had to change this from the S*** word as I know swearing is not allowed – but the expletive does make the poem flow better.
Jan Allison
19th March 2014
~submitted for contest Take 2 Free poetry contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud ~
- Unplaced in contest 'tickle my funny bone' sponsored by Francine Roberts ~
~ Please see notes about this poem ~
Categories:
floating(a), funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Who Owns the Day?
Awake carelessly;
No connection to the internal dialogue.
Floating, a gentle space of minutes.
I wonder, how do I join the day?
Oh, go ahead, just pick a project,
find meaning in your life!
Hurry, make good use of the time!
The ego rattles on.
Fear stomps in.
Do I have a mission, some higher calling?
Have I missed it?
How do I fix the day I’m wasting?
His voice calms my mind.
I’m in the stream flowing with life,
it runs through me.
Lord, what a glorious day!
Categories:
floating(a), appreciation, blessing,
Form:
Free verse
Enervated little child
could not guess from her tender mind
about where has she gone?
She wonders and looked around
later there was a continues cry
looking at the dad.
Poor dad didn’t utter a word
but pat tenderly on her back
How can he explain the real mystery?
Mum has depart from the little family having a divorce
Before that there was unaffordable patience
Suspicions, quarrels, disagreements and arguments
Can she realize the dissension between them?
Little one cried for want of mum
Dad exhausted, and put a glance at the couple of sun birds
making a melodious note
Resting on a fully blossomed branch of hibiscus bush
He murmured affectingly to the baby
in a perceptive manner
Look! Nice little birds… calling you,
Would you like to go their nest?
It is beautiful, neat, and peaceful,
Ostracized little girl
did not realize what father says
And she cried and cried
Poor man looked at the cloudy sky
Where floating a lonely kite
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Categories:
floating(a), father daughter, children, parents,
Form:
Free verse
the gods are crying they tell you from the clouds
the thunder of sins created to flood your house
if only you closed your window from the voices
do not ring my door bell it is a decoy for the like of you
the teal duck singing a song of blue and green
the algae in a pond to not strike me to your will
the frog swim the lily pads and kiss the lotus
to catch a fly as the carp sashay the water
come ice you will survive the winter of a shovel
the ark really must be a mad man collecting
a zoo in his apartment and floating a mini boat
in a huge aquarium to see the sun rise
but an apple really to be tempted as golden
as you rather like your mustard of a salad
and not call Waldorf the acorn of squirrels on a subway station
could go on and on but stop me I am eve
the virgin and saint Mary of fish mongrels
want to smell my pussy
Categories:
floating(a), bible,
Form:
Free verse
Majestic shades of green
rise with spring awakened scallion spikes;
Hunter greens edging into the forest hues
blended in jaded moss clusters pacing;
shamrock stepping stones low upon the grass,
amidst fern colored harlequin dreams;
minting limes scent the valley lily fields
with fragrance of spring rain blooms set free.
Shaded emerald pines stretch tall and regal kings
touching an arctic blue stone spruce assembly;
mixing morning azure navy skies creeping in
wafting untethered upon the ocean cobalt waves;
longing criers wail at the wind swept of peacock plumes
floating a wavy carefree farewell to Aegean lapis streams;
Each call out - come hither with scent and fragrance of the seas
released surf to pantone Persian midnights
and all the hidden repressed dreams
of spring in early bloom
and oceans writhing in storm tossed summer stills
blending earth and sea with colored dreams.
Categories:
floating(a), blue, color, green,
Form:
Free verse
What if color was but a tone and people called the world their home...?
Then life would be better than this, much better than this kindles', and tablets' and bits'.
What about giving and recieving gifts?
Throwing fits you are not going to get and do not you forget.
Stones break windows and lights signify night.
Sticks swing at people then hitch and then hike.
It is what it is but it may not be what it may.
Speak your free minds but beware of what it is you must say.
I need today every single last day.
When they're gone, we are far, far away.
Believe in yourself, stand up tall in your frame.
Reality bites so live life-like a likable game.
Secrets are whispers that pass among men.
Tell them wisely or keep them within.
Please say thank you whenever you say,
Something nice, doing a good deed everyday.
Money is the fine price we all must, we pay.
Buying happiness online at a high interest rate.
Inflation keeps rising and going up, up and away.
The cost of life is but a price check away from becoming your fate.
Today and tomorrow are equally great.
The end always begins with a brand new, a clean slate.
Wait in line for a really long time.
Buy a snack from that one guy floating a sign.
Wave these bygones be bye gone with the last hours, left behind song.
Buckle up for the bustle and get down with your hustle, just grind long.
Be your best, your very best, all through this day.
Only to believe today is being your day to be brave.
Asking everyone including us all, and you too,
What if color was but a tone and people called the world their home...?
Then life would be better than this, much better than this kindles', and tablets', and bits'.
Oh my!
10-16-17
Categories:
floating(a), appreciation, color, cool, day,
Form:
Rhyme
ALL ALONE
She’s alone with a new life inside of her and no where for her to bring it home she feels isolated like one who’s head has been decaffeinated why is she floating a stray oh yea because he left her the day he found out she was going to be changing day by day now she doesn’t know what to do what to look forward to she sees no reason to seek virtue madly in love but the companionship she once had has turned into dust “why would he does this to me “ the thought that runs through her mind constantly she sees no hope that lies in the future behold she feels likes she left in the cold why is it that she is so young with this new life because persuasion and love are the two things add up to be a bad drug now she has lost the one she loves and nothing left to do but look to the man above hold her head high and soar towards the skies you shouldn’t be all alone but look forth to a future and a place to call your own for all you young women who have been deiceived often from the way you are perceived don’t let some one use you for just them to say u were just the next but instead make it your goal to be somebody and strive for the best
Categories:
floating(a), betrayal, birth, body, boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Every summer I sail sweetly on a still and serene sea;
Floating my beautiful boat with my friends and fans,
We Cruise carefully on my colorful Cabin Cruiser.
Reefing and racing, running and roaming…relaxing,
Floating a boat is fun, lovely and lively, I’m never lonely,
My boat is on pressure while I’m deep in pleasure;
Playing games, partying; with sights and sounds on the sea.
Sailing before the wind… I follow the wind’s course,
The speed is sometimes slow and sometimes it hastens like a horse,
Floating a boat is lively… little luggage, lovely voyage.
The breeze and the boat befriend each other… by and by;
Every nautical mile, on the Nile, we seldom sing and smile,
Floating my beautiful boat is a terrific transport… full of fun.
Categories:
floating(a), passionbeautiful, beautiful, boat,
Form:
Free verse
Storm a brewing upon the horizon,
With the Darkening of the sun
Clouds touching the sea
What next in my quest to be free
Lowering of my sail
The wind starts to wail
Coming at me
The sea
Waves so very tall
A mountain of waterery wall
For a moment my heart starts to stall.
I shiver at this sight
Turning day into night
Put my bow to the wind
I shall not bend
Face this sea monster coming at me
May end up at the bottom of the sea
Don't really care
Doesn't dare
Davy Jones
May get my bones
But I feel no fear
As this monster draws near
Lifting me so high
Seems my sailboat can fly
Salt stinging my eye
Boat jumping from wave to wave
Dancing above the watery grave
I scream with the storms passion
Which after a fashion
I was it, it was I
One and the same
In the sailing game
Fearlessly we battle ,a test of wills
A test of skills
Water slamming me back
I slip in and the wave I attack
It seems much taller than I
Once again I'm lifted toward the sky
Floating a moment in the stormy air
We were a great pair
The storm and i
Was saddened as it passed on by
Trembling and shaking
The sun starts waking
Baking
The chill from my soul
Survival was my goal
drying the skies
The wind dies
My soul flies
What a ride
The thrill I cannot hide
Riding the tide
Sea is where I roam
It's home sweet home
Categories:
floating(a), adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
Crinkle crankle trees abound
and copper pennies push the ground
ducklings with their moms in ponds
gonna catch me a gator.
Fallen threads from silken wings
snorkel with bubbles from the blue whale king
laugh as your grandma begins to sing
giggling tears down her face.
Patent leather heart beat shiny
I'll hide as you count then find me
Floating a bottle out to sea
You grab the captain's hat.
Crinkle crankle trees abound
autumn sings her pumpkin song
Who are we not to sing along
swinging on mosquito swing.
Flutter by the words I say
but a story a day keeps the doctor away
Psychiatry soup is an ear that you pay
to listen to your all of your tales.
So pull up a three legged chair to my table
sound the alarms and send out the cables
(Bring the rose water lemonade if you’re able)
‘cause it looks like we’re in for a whopper...
Categories:
floating(a), happiness, imagination, life, on
Form:
A JOLLY FISHERMAN
Jolly fisherman jocund Jack
took well knitted drag-net on back
and long fishing rod to catch fish!
Strong wish for fish fry to relish.
Floating a boat he loved to trawl.
Caught small fishes:Those were to crawl.
Fishing rod pulled fish, gigantic.
Large fish ate small ones! Drastic.
No disappointment for Jack.
He put the large fish in a sack.
Jolly jocund Jack cooked big fish.
and enjoyed a palatable dish.
09/13/22
A Jolly Fisherman
Contest by Julia Ward.
Categories:
floating(a), 3rd grade, appreciation, fish,
Form:
Rhyme
Dawn wakes nature; gold sun I see.
In orange sky it rises bright
with radiance enchanting me.
Dawn wakes nature.
Peeking down, sun shimmers its light.
There is a river running free
where birds are floating – a sweet sight.
As if it heard King Sun’s decree,
one bird, wings spread, prepares for flight
to follow river to the sea.
Dawn wakes nature.
Image #1
Categories:
floating(a), sun,
Form:
Roundel