Best Floridian Poems
Big armadillo
invading my privacy
you are a leper
Categories:
floridian, animal, hyperbole,
Form:
Senryu
Around The Garden ( series) on my Floridian Garden.
Good Morning there Miss Bougainvillea
It’s Spring, time to wake up
I see you weathered winter weather
I’m here to spruce you up
I see you’ve climbed the fence again
To see what you can find
You share your royal carpet
Reds and purples they entwine
So graceful and alluring
Your tendrils reach and roam
Across the fence they gently stroll
You wander far from home.
You seem so delicate and frail
Like wind could set you free
But underneath your girlish charm
Surprises wait for me.
You’re truly quite a siren
You parade for all to see
Oh, one can look, but do not touch
Great thorns there keep you free.
Categories:
floridian, introspection, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Swells of nitrous climbing walls, cirrus pennants slowly flag..
Cerise in the lining, richly glowing halls are leading
Onto stairs with eternally deep & steep stooping falls
magenta hued cotton surround me in fields on every side
I'm Floridian dreaming, under bearded trees with the river nearby.
Categories:
floridian, creation,
Form:
Free verse
The day was unbelievably hot to a northerner, just about normal for a Floridian. Disney World opened at nine and after a steamy night cruising Kissimmee’s strip for burgers, we were ready for the crush (and I don’t mean orange soda.) The Ex, the kid and I, clad in shorts and tank-tops, were ready to enter the park with the rest of the scrubbed and buffed hoard.
shoulder to shoulder
the crowd surges forward—
babies scream
At seven, our son, Jamie was mad about Pooh (of course at this point, he was so stoked he was just plain mad as the Hatter in Alice!) We got through the gates in record time and rushed to the line for honey pot carts to Pooh-land. The line wasn’t long, most of the crowd was rushing Space Mountain, but my son was thrilled to be greeted at the entrance by non-other than Mickey Mouse! Mickey grabbed the wiggling tike by his red suspenders (Yes, I had him wearing suspenders!) and boosted him into the cart and off we went. Mom, Dad and boyo in search of the infamous Bear, Tigger the Tiger and Christopher Robin.
*Form haibun
Categories:
floridian, adventure, childhood,
Form:
Verse
February fourteenth shock,
headline news, no valentine.
Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard
for who they were or who they might become,
in complete shock, their families and friends.
Three adults unselfishly
put their bodies in danger.
Others too regarding innocent kids,
proved how very professional they are;
they'll teach anti-violence to their deaths.
Momentary lack of sense,
a future moment ignored,
with florid disregard for liberty
fiendish nineteen-year-old Floridian
flaunted common sense only fooling one.
Students across this country
in a March fourteenth walkout
spoke against weapons in the hands of youth.
When words fail to register right from wrong,
more laws will never stop misuse of guns.
Responsible behavior
is taught best when also shown.
written March 15, 2018
Seven-ten contest (blank verse w/o meter) - host, Emile Pinet.
Categories:
floridian, anti bullying, teacher, violence,
Form:
Blank verse
It doesn’t hurt just explains a lot of my relationships with males I guess
I don’t ask for your forgiveness or your pity
I just want to understand:
“OH, Brittany! You’re so blessed to be living with both your biological mother and father! So many people don’t have that.”
I understand that there are people that don’t have both entities in their lives but what makes having them any more blessed than not having them?
For a slight example,
What makes a loving adopted family less valuable than a family of neglect?
I have stories upon stories upon stories of what I’ve seen and experienced first hand
REAL STORIES
My stories are no more or less heartbreaking than another’s heartbreaking testimony
The main factor is HEARTBREAK
Don’t get me wrong
I appreciate having clothes, food, and shelter
But is this all there is to love?
BOOM! BaDOOM!
Daddy: “Next time . . . I’ll KILL you!”
My older brother plays sleep and I just can’t hold myself together
When still silence secured my dad’s departure, I check on my mom
She’s at the bathroom mirror, running water, checking her face
I’ve NEVER seen this much physical damage done to her from ANY of their brawls:
SWOLLEN EYE
BUSTED LIP
BLOOD RUNNING DOWN THE DRAIN
F a S t F o R w A r D
Our family makes our escape across the East Coast away from . . . I don’t know
All I’ve noticed was more space and damaged relationships
At a time, I was close to my father and spoke to him . . .
My Floridian friends didn’t even know I had a father unless they were to pass my parents room and question who that man was
For this reason, I was sparingly allowed to have company and when I did, Mom would close their door
I literally didn’t speak to my father for a number of years
F a S t F o R w A r D
My parents and I make our trek across the East Coast
Through the help of the community we’ve been able to speak to each other
It’s more like an impersonal cooperatively forced conversation
I love him still
Just as I love my mom, my brother and all other humans
You’ve supported my life so I support you as a father
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
Categories:
floridian, family, love, father, family,
Form:
Bio
hurricane irma
huff and puff, blow your house down
mean beatitude
on a southern latitude
Floridian voodoo doll
Categories:
floridian, natural disasters, september, storm,
Form:
Tanka
Black umbrella pupils
Unfurling as my lips
Hold my tongue hostage
Your arms batter my heart's door
Howling winds ripping the roof
Off all our broken promises
But then your lashes shuttered stuck
As my fingers danced in your rain
Your lips downgraded
A hurricane
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Knew it was a matter of time before I wrote a hurricane poem. Hurrah for being a Floridian.
Downgrading storms= storm weakens/ends
Categories:
floridian, love, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
The not so original Monoku challenge.
Floridian wings parade-elegant flaps for Hicks along tranquil coastline
P.S-Brown Gray Pelican is an elegant bird with oversized bill,sinuous neck,big dark body.Pelican glides are so graceful that its falling and rising has an echoing effect just like the waves.They feed by plunge diving from high up.Wing beats are slow,deep,powerful...
Contest:The not so original Monoku challenge.
Sponsor:Timothy Hicks.
2 April 2016
Categories:
floridian, bird, environment, happiness, imagination,
Form:
Monoku
Florida Rain Part 1
Robby is sitting in my room on a chair one early evening reminiscing about her thirteen years in Florida. “In Florida, we don’t ring bells, we knock. But there’s a limit to how many times you can knock because every house I know has a window directly on the door or next to it. If you knock three or more times, they get annoyed…scared…and don’t even open the door. If you knock a fourth time, they open the window curtain and you stare at them until they leave,” Robby laughs. “It’s like a sloth neighborhood. We’re so trusting to everyone that it is a hazard to us.
“ rains every night. It’s so beautiful.” In the morning she says “You wake up and put out your lawn chair under the big tree every Floridian has in the middle of their backyard, it’s sacred to tradition.” She says that there are “raindrops all over the grass, so relaxing , you would wish you could shrink down to smell it… a barn…organic, like nature’s rainforest. Everything dies in the middle of the day” attracting roaches, flies, mosquitoes and mice that can go in your mouth or in your ears.”
“The night’s rain scares away insects and rodents, leaving Floridians to scale and clean their fish alone. Floridians have mango and avocado trees decorating the ground. Robby’s mother has told her to run and grab some off of her neighbor’s yard.
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
06/25/19
Categories:
floridian, age, courage, environment, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
Mechanical crocodile growling from his speaker
pennies from wishes cast out on his back
Children are breaking the rules as they're leaning
touching the fiberglass skin, gray and black.
Snakes moving, coiled in ceiling tree limbs
painted bright yellow and fluorescent green
Moss hanging, mud gray and thick enter twining
Butterflies moving on motors unseen
Elephant eyelashes deliberately closing
and opening to the gorilla’s soiree
Above table seven where children sit laughing
they beat on their chests and cause palm trees to sway.
My daughter has eyes like the plate her food came on
She has no idea she’s been fooled to a tee
She hates all the noise and quick reflex surprises
She’s just like the 3 year old girl that was me.
Although it’s magnetic to eat in the “forest”
chlorine from the fake waterfalls make one ill
Any and all hoped for sweet conversation
is drowned out by the animal robot distill
Hats off to the forethought which makes this a jungle
With token kids hanging off arms of their mothers
who try to recapture the wonder and innocence
they lost when they wound their souls tight to each other
My daughter doesn’t need to be told this is fun
She has a world in her head which surpasses such brashness
We don’t need robotics to ponder our nature
We watch aimlessly as deception entrances.
Next year, we’ll go to Africa...
Categories:
floridian, places, daughter, daughter,
Form:
Awful avocados always
Breathe bitter blue breaths
Craving cardinal’s Christmas carols
Ditching deliberate dungarees during
Elusive extraterrestrial escapades.
Forsaking fitful Floridian flamingos,
Getting gaudy, gratuitous gnarly gifts,
Herewith having hilarious hefty hallucinations,
Imagining India’s illustrious indigo ideologies.
Jackals jerry-rigging jealous junking jackalopes
Kangaroos kissing kindly,
Lamenting lovebirds likely leering
Meandering muddobbers making merry,
Nevertheless necessary negotiations
Ostentatiously overhauling orange ostriches
Private parties practically prancing,
Quiet questions quickly questioning
Ripe red russets revolving rapidly
Sensing secretive shadows shyly
Traveling through trickier times,
Underlings ultimately understanding
Variegated virgins vitality
Waxing willfulness whilst
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xciting
Yarned yellow youthfulness yipping young
Zesty zipper zings zealously, zapping zebras.
Categories:
floridian, words,
Form:
Abecedarian
(5/12/11)
The spirits of the dead were flying all around
All you could hear was a screechy eerie sound
The coffins and bodies were taken and thrown into a ravine
One on top of another was all that could be seen.
A worker had notified the authorities of what had taken place
The news media heard of it and said it was a disgrace.
Loved ones came running as they heard of the news
Of how their loved ones had been abused.
Many people have said that they see the spirits
Searching each grave
Looking for a marker of where they once laid.
The people walking their dogs very late at night
Telling of a screaming as their dogs jump with freight.
Now this is a true story and not a Halloween tale
Till this day you could hear the spirits wail.
You can hear the wailing more on Halloween night
As the other spirits join and scream of their plight.
Categories:
floridian, death, people, halloween, halloween,
Form:
Rhyme
the next time i write
it will be across somewhere in your heart
where i can easily caress the chocolate
covered memory of you
i have been oceanhopping
on the poor man's trip that i
have always dreamed of
the one beautiful ingredient missing was you
the next time i write
it will be at wherever the nape is
gently stimulating the emotional
promotional classification of your heart
i have been rental car travelling
in the center of my once cried about dreams
with my mouth hanging down on the rain dampened
floor mat with floridian blue skies entrancing me to
utterly sweet disbelief
the sweetest common factor missing is you
Categories:
floridian, desire, dream, meaningful, memory,
Form:
Free verse
We never know in this life what in the next moment fate will bring…I suppose that’s why we spend so much time relishing in all the little things.
Like spending a day with our children…their children…our grandchildren too…
Like that smile of contentment on our faces…when the day is through.
Like driving in our car with the windows down on a cold Floridian night…
oohing and awing while taking pictures of our neighbors Christmas lights.
Like taking the time to write a letter…sending a friend our warm regards.
Like having a picnic at the picnic table on the patio in our back yard.
Like a walk under a starlit sky or a stroll along the shore…
Like dancing through our lives…with people we adore.
Like seeing a young girl sleeping on her kitchen floor…with her new puppy by her head…Because her parents told her that puppy’s too young to sleep with her in bed.
Like helping a young boy find a book in the bookstore…and having to smile and pause as he pays you with his own money then says, “Thank you Santa Claus.”
I imagine we all have them…little moments we compile…
Little things that give us pause…little things that make us smile.
It’s funny how, at the time they’re happening, they seem insignificant and small…but the more we live…the more we realize…they’re not so little after all.
So here’s a toast to a life filled with little things…where each one is a shining star…and to realizing when it comes to the little things…
how big they truly are.
Categories:
floridian, inspiration, life,
Form:
Rhyme