Best Floodgate Poems
With my pen poised- I begin to write you a poem,
Oh, words and thoughts are whirling in my head;
And from deep, deep WITHIN the floodgate is open,
The blood drips and the bleeding words spread;
With my pen poised- I begin to write you a poem.
All my saddest, emotions and sorrows- I give to you,
Oh, please will your carry my burden for awhile;
I am in THAT cemetery walking under a sky so blue,
Then, I am a girl standing alone in a church aisle;
All my saddest, emotions and sorrows- I give to you.
My beloved- are just names engraved in cold stone,
Oh, mom I wish you were here to hug this girl;
Will you be my FRIEND and hold my hand as I moan,
And from this sorrow beauty will whirl and twirl;
My beloved- are just names engraved in cold stone.
And I write over and over again- my dreadful pain,
Oh, the sorrow and grief is etched in words I write;
I put my poem in a CONTEST and wait to be slain,
But sometimes, with great joy, I see a bright light;
And I write over and over again- my dreadful pain.
When I am held high in the light- I know pride,
Oh, and when my words are lost, I weep alone;
The bleeding stops and into SOLITUDE again I glide,
And I let my grief rest and the pain has flown;
When I am held high in the light- I know pride.
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May 27, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/I begin to write- Five Words
Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-445-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Inspiration, five of my poems:
and that comes from within
All That I Am
death of a friend
Bite Me
silence sweet solitude
Written for the contest, Five Word Challenge
sponsor, Timothy Hicks
Fourteenth Place
Categories:
floodgate, grief, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
She remembers the shimmer
of one Sunday morning
The sun had grown dimmer
on the overcast seas
The color of yellow,
spread long amber fingers
And the sycamore trees
cast strange somber shadows.
There was a threat in the sky
and the faint sound of thunder
Then a flash in the hills, in the blink of an eye,
Clouds gathered so quickly on the hillside, nearby
They rudely unlatched all the floodgates within
When a minute had passed light shined once again
and a radiant sun spread like gold end to end
At the old oak table, she sat in the kitchen
Staring at paper, with a pen in her hand
Searching for muse and the words for a poem,
seeking the magic, to paint with a pen
Hoping for gold in the late summer's bend
While hearing the tapping of rain and the plunder
And as quickly as storms, come out of nowhere,
a floodgate of verses resounded like the thunder
and flashes of lightning struck lines here and there.
Pouring on paper, like rivulets on windows
a floodgate unleashed, were the words in a row
Painting a river, a poem she could own
and words that would capture the late summer storm
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Contest: "Titles" Required using titles of our first 5 poems.
9/17/15
(Titles of my first five poems:)
The Old Oak Table
Dimmer
Yellow
Sunday Morning
Unlatched
Entered again: 'Second Chance for the Unloved Poem' Contest
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
Categories:
floodgate, nature, rain, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
At 22, her life still gave mine meaning
This feral kitten born inside a barn
In dark times, she was ever intervening
To bring smiles, she wrestled balls of yarn
When arthritis kept Katy from leaping
I picked her up and knew she’d soon meet fate
But still, she purred as I just sat by weeping
Till one morning, I opened the floodgate
I buried her beneath her favorite oak
A place where she’d spent many hours preening
And sure am I she never misses a stroke
From Angel Gabe whose arm she must be cleaning
*August 15, 2020
For Constance’s “All Pets Go to Heaven” contest
Categories:
floodgate, cat, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
Writing I most appreciate
When poetry I can create
Be it a sonnet impromptu
I need every word to ring true
I sometimes open the floodgate
When I only meant to tempt fate
It's often whimsy I pursue
Dreams of Corfu and Kathmandu
Taking my pen I bid adieu
I need to write an ode to you
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on January 20, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on July 20, 2019
Categories:
floodgate, fun, passion, poetry, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
When all squabbles and wars shall cease
As for the complete world, we will create peace
Individuals ought to be more socially adept,
not scolding one another for being incorrect.
Contemplation involves ample guidance,
and eradicates our pretentious contrivance
We might also switch the soul's floodgate
Recognizing that we harvest what we create.
War arises as a struggle for power and land
People at times just need a helping hand
Avoid self-interest and under-mount sinks,
And pleading for humanity to peace winks.
Kindred children are resilient and vitreous
Loss of candor led them to become igneous
We might limit our focus to pursuing peace,
Our voice ought to reflect love, not decease.
My spiritual self serves as my divine guide,
Seeking understanding is a process inside
I buried my treasured self hidden within,
where it will be safe against earthly sin.
I place my trust and faith in the Lord above,
Who has convinced me of the eternity of love?
and perseverance that leaves doubts behind,
I aim to induce peace by myself, but inside.
We should all aspire to coexist in peace,
People suffer when there is such a decrease
because it is profoundly ingrained inside,
With our peace, we are inextricably tied.
Written: January 29, 2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
floodgate, analogy, appreciation, humanity, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
"Deep Waters"
These walls full circle
This room full tide
Deepest Deep Waters
All shades of Blue
Floodgate sheds lives
Empty room
Vacant garden bed
Dead Womb
Departure
Called Home
Cut the chord
Reborn
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
Artwork/Rene Magritte, Deep Waters 1941
"Facades", Philip Glass/Michael Reisman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=109&v=OAYHRQphMb8
Categories:
floodgate, birth, death, freedom, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
With heightened urge to swim and splash
To the nearby river, with its twists and bends
In warm summer evening of Uttar Pradesh
A child sets out with a group of friends
The flowing water and its blissful rinse
The currents and waves and their silky flow
Climbing their shoulders and reaching their chins
The ecstasy causing the faces to glow
Oblivious of risks, bubbling with zeal
Knowing not a storm could mount a siege
The fury and rage could serenity steal
Ignorant that scenery could turn a page
You and I are riding the quick sand of time
The turbulent river of life is in spate
We know not that we could be victims prime
Oblivious of meeting a devastating fate
Is there a spring of autumn of life?
Where is the promised mercy’s floodgate?
Is our destiny anguish and strife?
O Saviour’s Benign Hands! How long to wait?
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Categories:
floodgate, childhood, life, sadautumn,
Form:
Narrative
His icy grip comes loose at last.
His blanket cannot but recede,
Like tides that breached a floodgate, he
Her coming can no more impede.
She saunters in, a slow sashay
enrobed in freshly scented cape
that wakes the buds and songbird tune
as shades of shamrock swathe the scape.
It is no place for charcoal greys,
and barren boughs on colours feed
Like tides that breached a floodgate, he
Her coming can no more impede.
As much awaited zephyrs blow,
you sneeze out pollen, heartbeats pep
The season’s vibes can’t help but show..
A spring for the journal.. spring in your step.
Categories:
floodgate, nature, seasons, spring, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
Year 2011 dead, its body lying in state
With all its achievements, faults, flaws
Failures, ailments and deprivation's floodgate
Stock market collapsing, euro in Dollar’s claws
Italy, Greece and Portugal in financial mess
China and India vying for superiority
Osama shot dead, how else Obama could impress
His nation clamoring for changed priority
Hosne Mubark dethroned, Gaddafi slain
Syria witnessing blood bath, Middle East in gloom
In Pakistan corrupt leaders reign
Afghanistan proving Nato soldiers doom
New sun of 2012 has buried the past year
Faces of hope are shinning with glow
Flowers of anticipation blowing far an near
The sky dressed with colorful rainbow
The year will see Israel’s expansionism harnessed
From Iraq and Afghanistan US and Nato forces retreat
Palestinians wounds nursed and dressed
Kashmiris right of self determination with success meet
Nations will see the bride of prosperity usher
Peace and tranquility to prevail and rule
People not with war and killings suffer
Children not to see the bombings of school
New Year brings the promises new
New shine in eyes and new flame in hearts
Roses blushing with the kiss of dew
Hearts pricked with Cupid’s darts
Categories:
floodgate, hope, people, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
It was the "Old West" and the town dusty
When in on his horse came a galloper named Rusty.
He ran into the saloon and shouted aloud
"Big Red's a Comin'" ... which stunned the crowd.
They started to disappear as quick as they could
Big Red's reputation dictated they should.
So out the windows and out the doors
Like an open floodgate the men just poured.
The only one left was the fella who tended the bar
Too scared to move, he just stood thar.
Then, very slowly a huge figure came ridin' up the street
Ridin' a Buffalo, big boots and spurs on his feet.
He looked like a meanun' Big Six Guns at his side
He didn't use a saddle, to ride that Buffalo Hide.
He wore a sombrero to shade his eyes
The black scruff of a beard fit his face and his size.
He had bandoliers of bullets crossed o'er both shoulders
And he looked like with one hand he could move boulders.
He busted the doors off their hinges as he strode in
Walked up to the bar, where the barkeep wasn't movin'.
"Gimme a Whisky", he barked in his way
The barkeep couldn't move, or even a word did he say.
"I SAID GIMME A WHISKY" again came the bellow
As he grabbed the barkeep, a right dainty fellow.
Off the walls he bounced him and off the ceiling too
Then threw him back behind the bar for his work to get to.
The barkeep put up a bottle which he grasped in his paw
Broke the neck on the bar and guzzled its contents as the barkeep watched in awe.
He didn't stop drinkin' 'till the bottle was empty with whisky not a trace
Put his sleeve up to his mouth and wiped the drops off his face.
He belched once or twice as he looked around
Then turned to the barkeep when he heard the sound.
"D..d..do Y..y..you want a..another" asked the barkeep's frail voice
The Big Man looked at him as if there were no choice.
"No...I gotta be goin'", he said in dismay
"I heard that 'BIG RED' was headin' this way"!
Categories:
floodgate, cowboy-western, funny, imagination
Form:
Couplet
Holding on to my words
Your kiss
Took the sun
And replaced it with Mars
There is a deep chill
As the heartbeats echo from
Underneath the ground
It could have been confused with an earthquake
But it is the sound of the dead returning to life
Mesmerized, her lips are like to two mountains hidden with
Gold in between
I never thought this would happen to me
I never thought someone could amaze me
I hope not to ruin things this time
Tugging strings
A symphony plays every time a smile exudes from her face
Dear Lord,
I hope she is the one
That will be the one for awhile
Ladylove, what is your name?
Truly irresistible,
Marilyn Monroe does not have anything on this girl
If for instance, I was interested
You would be more interested in the football star
The trail of perfume you left behind
Reminds me of my cowardice not to ask
Taking the chance not to get hit by the
Suave man in a suit and tie
Rewind,
Now I took the chance and you are mine
No more looking in a million different places
True or not true
“This is the best rodeo ride”
Yes, I finally made it to a fifth round
Releasing the floodgate of emotions
Are we there?
We are from away from home
Don’t look down
The stars are reflecting from your eyes
I would give all my money away
And be poor and in love
Just for one day
This kind of love creates shooting stars in the sky
Voice like an angel
If “Michael” means arch angel
Her name must be Michelle
The secret quest is now revelation
With Crimson Satin upon her breast
Clings to her body’s frame as if a test
Draping soft curves along her trim waist
Longs to depart without lingering haste
She has everything I want to know
I can take days just tasting
Categories:
floodgate, inspirationalhope, love, stars,
Form:
As I sit at the table,
I will ponder and then
search for the words
and a form for a poem
I'll be staring at paper,
with a pen in my hand
while looking for gold,
whether it's midnight or dawn
Just like hearing the tapping of rain on the window
A free-verse is brewing,
at first just a drizzle
And as quickly as storms,
seem to come out of nowhere,
a floodgate of verses
will sound as my thunder
and flash as my lightning
to strike here and there
Pouring on paper,
like rivulets on windows
A free-verse unleashed,
forms the words in a row
Painting a river, and a poem I can own
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10/30/15 For Contest: "What Is Your Favorite Poetry Form?"
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
floodgate, write, writing,
Form:
Free verse
Morning comes with a smack around the ear hole
Shaking me to the foundations of my sole
The morning meeting at 9 am
Is like the sound of a bell sent up from hell
As all parties take their seats
Competing as if they were in the Olympic qualifying heats
Musical chairs would be perhaps a better description
But at least half of the attendees would not understand the diction
The chairman calls for attention, we are about to begin
And pray to the Holy Father above to please forgive our sins
As we are about to enter into a fierce debate
As a result of these discussions we will open up the floodgate
I will not be held back in my opinions!
But they are valued the same as a one pound bag of onions
I hear what the other attendees say
And watch them scream to try and get their way
But I am just a no-one
A wanderer amongst the cow dung
The lowest of low
And to be honest, it show’s
That I don’t like going to the 9 am meeting
I would rather be sat by desk eating.
Categories:
floodgate, anxiety, confidence, conflict, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Cannot cry, tears don't know which way to go
they are caught in an emotional maze
bottled up tears, have formed a wall of woe
The nose may run, but the eyes simply glaze
Such repressed sorrow is more than a phase
Crystallized dam has been growing for years
Fortified fortress of blood, pus and fears
Feelings that are deemed way over the top
Afraid to release this floodgate of tears
Once the crying starts it may never stop
5/15/16
Categories:
floodgate, sad,
Form:
Dizain
~Wrath and Anger
Oh how much Wrath wishes It could kill you
It hates you with all Its soul
It hopes to watch your face turn blue
Wrath’s heart the color of burnt charcoal
A harsh word stirs up Its rage and hate
It is inside of us all, waiting for all eternity
Its anger opens up like a red floodgate
The hate will build until it spills in actions of insanity
It craves ultraviolence and sadistic nature
You will scream and claw when it’s present
Your moral will turn into black vapor
Wrath will make you feel like you’re living in endless torment
It feeds on the happiness and hope inside you
Wrath varies from person to person
Some keep Wrath locked up tight
And some feed the wrath like fire in an arson
And some just try to fight
Your life is up for theft
When Wrath has you in Its cage
Killing and killing till there’s nothing left
Nothing left but Its rage
Nothing left but the wrath
You'll be dismembered alive in hell for your crimes
For thou not know that anger is a sin
God will disown you for not holding back your anger at times
You will make sure to pray when you see the devils grin.
Categories:
floodgate, anger, philosophy, religion, sin,
Form: