Best Forrest Poems
Now, you probably won't believe it
So I'm not going to say that it's true
I once met, the famous Forrest Gump
We were just running, both of us two
Beside me on a path in the woods
He said, "I am Forrest, Forrest Gump"
I asked why he was running, he said,
"No particular reason, but jump!"
I jumped over a rock on the path
When I looked up he was around a bend,
Yelling, "Life's like a box of chocolates!"
Would you believe, he can run like the wind!
I struggled to catch up to Forrest,
But gasping, fell down to my knees
Impressed I yelled, "Run Forrest Run!"
But I couldn't see Forrest for the trees!
Not real smart but he loved to run
Through the woods in a minute flat
Gone without even, "Have a nice day"
That's all I have to say about that!
Categories:
forrest, fantasy, hello, humor, parody,
Form:
Quatrain
'Twas an emotional movie portraying the saga of a loveable chump.
'Twas about a hapless lad by the curious name of Forrest Gump!
He overcame handicaps that from birth were to be his plight,
And it seemed that everything he did, eventually turned out right!
He acted bravely when he saved the life of Lieutenant Dan.
From that point, a lifetime of devotion and friendship began!
Naive though he was, somehow Forrest always achieved,
Notable, of course, was the Medal of Honor he received!
Alas, he was wounded in a somewhat delicate place!
But he accepted this and other reverses with amazing grace!
When Forrest became wealthy from his shrimp boat enterprise,
He gave Bubba's Momma a generous check, much to her surprise!
His life turned out pretty well, after all was said and done.
He married his first love, Jenny, who gave him a little son!
He'd heard an axiom his Momma taught since he lay in a bassinette:
"Life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you'll get!"
Gump's role was handled masterfully by Tom Hanks of movie fame,
And it heaped upon his brow well-deserved honors and acclaim!
Mister Hanks will be long remembered for his remarkable role,
And the attributes of the indomitable American spirit it did extol!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Amy Green's "Choose One - Have Fun" Contest - July 2010
Categories:
forrest, friendshiplife,
Form:
Rhyme
Peter and Paul since grade two were great friends,
They often used to go away with girlfriends for weekends.
This time flew to South Africa on their own
They were excited, they had never flown.
Their aim to find a poisonous snake
Hide it on the plane and then take,
It home, to be their pet.
On their second day they got lucky found a whopper,
The snake was busy eating a huge grasshopper,
They quickly put it in a cloth bag, and tied it tight
But the angry snake writhed, spat and started to fight,
Loosened the knot a little put out his head,
Got out of the sack and slithered to his home in the forest.
In the interim Giving Paul a vicious bite on his willy
Goodness Paul, not far enough from the sack, how silly
Paul screamed with pain and couldn’t walk,
He could hardly even talk!
So Peter made his friend comfortable and backtracked,
This was his best friend who had been attacked
Found the village they had passed and the Sangoma (Doctor)
Spoke English, Peter spoke to him, oh yes, yes we get plenty of cases,
Most of the snake bites out here are directed at pale faces, said the
Sangoma, for they stupidly have no fear,
Different if they were hunting a young deer.
Only one way to get the poison out, you must suck it hard,
Okay said Peter and ran back to Paul
Did you see the Doctor Paul asked, yes Peter said
And the Sangoma told me regrettably my friend, you will die!
Paul eventually survived, for the Sangoma came looking for the boys
And did the dirty deed himself for Peter.
A Sangoma is a traditional healer.
Categories:
forrest, friend,
Form:
Free verse
On the rooftop high^
My eyes like kaleidoscope§
One face in the sky??
Fear but calm I sit....
The spirit of a dragon
Storms its eyes at me
I don't understand..¿?
..But the mystical forrest????????
And it was no dream...??
Categories:
forrest, deep, fear, heaven, image,
Form:
Haiku
Fire of the Forrest Dragon
I foretold the coming storm
The signs so plainly warn
Like sparks floating amongst a darkening night
The earthen moistures and cool air descending
My conjecture observed gave proof of my foretell
I viewed the sky’s nightning fire as prelude’s transforming
Luminous like the sun had touched the earth with her finger
I ran about telling the others we cannot linger
For the father dragon of all forest fires quickens towards us
As the people gather with arms folded tight
They linger like crickets chirping until morn’s light
Their interest shuns that which had been warned
Now stands as testimony to the truth I gave prophesy
Run you fools, run
I spoke the plea for conforming fleetness
The forest dragon has found us
And now takes wing the smoky sky a burning
For death rides this charring creature
Categories:
forrest, fantasy, natural disasters,
Form:
Couplet
Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life
For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering
In heartwood forest you were raised
By its protection you survived
Though it is dead this central wood
At your core does it reside
Tiny saplings like newborn cries
Sunlight tapping your tender leaves
Tears turned sugar transformed you thrive
For the sweet lifeblood you need
When something dies it's natural
Of sorrow to be prone
I'll follow the path of your tears your anchor
Through the storm I'll not leave you alone
For I am your taproot in rocky soil
I'll hold you secure as you grow
Take your tears and turn them sugar
Photosynthesis of life to bestow
Your Daddy was your heartwood
I know you mourn at his stone
Though Mommies leaves dawn new colors
I'll teach you to grow your own
For when he died your sapwood
With tears like resin filled
For from his bedded seed you came
A new tree with heartwood instilled
Under my branches my son you are planted
And Daddy's new home is our sky
Together we will shade you and light your way
Stretching my roots to hold yours while you cry
Someday when life's rings they gather
Hidden under your fortress of bark
You'll know the storms I too have weathered
In this silent breaking of my heart
Categories:
forrest, courage, family, grief, tree,
Form:
Quatrain
Fugitive Forrest
Running...Oh how he hates running...
He feels like Forrest Flippin Gump,
because he has ran non-stop...Since...
Since The Incident..."I'm Innocent"!!!
Already 2,426 miles away...But not far
enough...never far enough...
Felling that they are always closing
in on him...His breathing quickens...
Screaming...Yelling at God for hating him...
He prayed though not everyday, but surely?
Surely God knew he's a Believer...
Was a Believer, past tense..."I'm Innocent"!!!
It was self defense...Against the police department?
It doesn't work that way...Life as a runaway...
They are going to kill him for this...No statement...
It was 3 unidentified men...His breathing quickens...
All over the news...On every front page...Just great!
Why didn't they say police? They could've been anybody...
Not today...Just 3 sheriff deputies...Gunned down to
get away...And hasn't stopped running since..."I'm Innocent"!!!
Categories:
forrest, anxiety, deep, innocence, urban,
Form:
Free verse
HELLO, MY NAME IS FORREST GUMP
PEOPLE CALL ME FORREST GUMP
IN THE FOREST, DO BEARS TAKE A DUMP?
???SMOKEY THE BEAR SAYS ?
“ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT FOREST FIRES”
WHERE’S THE FIRE? RUN FORREST RUN
SO MANY TREES YOU CAN’T SEE THE SUN
WHERE IS FORREST? IT’S LIKE I SAID
SO MANY TREES I CAN’T SEE THE FOREST
OUT ON A LIMB? NOT IN THIS FOREST
TRUNKS ARE SLIM AND LIMBS ARE TWIGS
RED RIDING HOOD AND THREE LITTLE PIGS
LIVING IN THE FOREST, IT’S WOLVES THEY FEAR
WITH BIG EARS, THE BETTER TO HEAR MY DEAR
HUFF PUFFING, HOUSES ARE BLOWN IN A BLINK
HANSEL, IT’S DARK AND WE ARE LOST I THINK
GRETEL, WHAT ABOUT THE TRAIL OF CRUMBS?
SERIOUSLY? BREAD CRUMBS? OH SO DUMB
THERE’S NO SIGNAL FOR THE GPS ON MY CELL
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? WHAT THE HELL?
HOW ‘BOUT NOW? NOTHING
THREE PIGS AND TWO
GERMAN KIDS ARE
MISSING AMBER
ALERT ALL
THROUGH
FOREST
FRENZY
Categories:
forrest, character, children, crazy, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Smartest Artist Who Works Hardest
She seems to be smartest artist;
Paints pretty pictures of forest
While she will work her hardest
Whose brain has been largest
Her art work we always adore
We want to see more and more?
Trump she does seem to ignore,
And loser is one who is poor.
Paints picture that are with faces;
People who are tying shoe laces;
May be of perfect beloved places;
Great food on table that it graces.
After she straighten out the mess
Art work was a complete succes;
Envelope with it would address
To God who her works did bless
Jim Horn
Categories:
forrest, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Forrest in his simplicity,
loved to munch;
not just any delicasy,
but loved chocolate.
No matter how many,
U.S. presidents he got to meet;
he always came back,
to eat his chocolate treat.
So why was he still thin,
no need to go on a fast;
indeed Forrest Gump is a star,
from start till the very last.
poetgord@2011
Categories:
forrest, chocolate, life, star,
Form:
Rhyme
I OPENED A DOOR
NOT SURE WHERE I AM.
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
I WOULD SAY TROPICAL LAND.
RAIN FOREST MAYBE.
IT'S HUMID AND HOT.
IT'S A LONG LOOK UP
TO THE SOARING TREE TOPS.
LOT'S OF STRANGE SOUNDS
ABOVE AND BELOW.
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
I LISTEN AND VIEW
IN EVERY DIRECTION.
I TAKE IN THE COLORS
AND MANY REFLECTIONS.
I SAW SOMETHING LEAP.
I THOUGHT IT WOULD FLY.
IT WASN'T A BIRD
IT'S A FROG IN THE SKY.
THAT WAS AMAZING.
AT LEAST FIFTY FOOT FLIGHT.
JUST MY OPINION
A THRILL AND DELIGHT.
I SPOTTED SOMETHING
IT'S GREEN LIKE THE LEAVES.
WHAT I SAW NEXT
WAS HARD TO BELIEVE.
A FROG TOOK A LEAP
A SNAKE TOOK A DIVE.
SNATCHED HIS DINNER
I SAW IT LIVE
EMERALD TREE BOA
A BEAUTIFUL GREEN.
THE NOCTURNAL CREATURE
BLENDS INTO THE SCENE
RAINFOREST BEE'S
WERE BUZZING AROUND.
A YOUNG SPIDER MONKEY
WAS AT PLAY ON THE GROUND
BLUE MORPHO BUTTERFLY
FLUTTERING FREE.
ENJOYING LIFE
AS IT SHOULD BE.
A SCARLET MACAW
MADE A DEBUT.
OR SHALL I SAY
WAS JUST PASSING THROUGH
RAINFOREST CREATURES
ABOVE AND BELOW
SOME ARE FAMILIAR
MOST I DON'T KNOW.
Michael E. Harris
05262021
Categories:
forrest, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
It courses majestic on the ground
Moss and ferns in miniature world
A masterpiece tapestry of life
All hidden in the endless shade
Silent hands writing
Giant arms waving above
The trees melody
A clearing caught the light
And sparkled in the sun
A second rain fell from the leaves
Like cradled drops of life
The squirrel scurries
To his home up high above
Nested in the sky
Always growing, changing new
Mushrooms, yellow, orange and white
So many kinds that I lost count
Chaos organized so well beneath the trees
Nature astounds green
Upward growing to the sky
Shrouded in the light
Peace is rising from the floor
I feel the song within my soul
Fed by myriad leaves all grows
In harmony and verdant care
Written 11-15-15
Categories:
forrest, nature,
Form:
Haibun
Painter dipped in blue;
all hues danced in fading light.
Canvas sleeps tonight.
Categories:
forrest, nature
Form:
Haiku
A New Forest
For writing poems, it is nice to be rewarded
With positive comments if only afforded
Which is really only what I ever expected
After my madness others have been subjected.
Of course, you always know it is great
When you gave me compassion and did tolerate
My well-written poems I had in mind
You may search on forever and never find.
Trees in forest is where they are found
And only in a grove if fewer are around
Family of trees and they are over and done
The last one left was this little old one.
Now that tree cannot produce anymore
Now nothing is left worth fighting for;
After being blown away by a big storm
In its place a new forest had to form.
Sometimes I also get this feeling of loneliness
after rubbing person wrong way when it was
not intended.
Need category for frustration.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
forrest, anxiety, depression,
Form:
Couplet
Forrest or hell
Im sitting still
I feel so numb it frightens me
Holding unto my legs
Maybe I’m afraid to cry
I cried a lot
On the first day and second
Maybe because I hoped for a recue
Or because it was surreal
Then days, then weeks
When no one came
I prepared for death
Maybe its my punishement
For the way I had been
Now I feel disgusted
In me and my shame
Ive stopped crying
Ive stopped feeling
I rock myself and wait
Wait till when I’d stop breathing
I remember the day
I was stolen from my bed
I always did hate that bed
It was too soft, the irony
Now I ache for it
Anything that wont cause pain to my sides
I was taken to place unknown
Punished without food or water
Used by men for evil untold
Treated as dogs on the street
But there was hope then
Now death is my only escape
Categories:
forrest, abuse, angst,
Form:
Prose Poetry