Best Fretfully Poems
Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams
Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms
This is just me, and myself
There are people there Lollypop prima donnas
Modern dance bare feet rebelrinas, SpicySalsa Latina Coke Bottles
Loud and HERE hip-hop mamas
Shadows, backstage
Just me, and myself, here
Girls surround the mirror, preening like ugly hens for a rooster
That only sees himself
Lycra glittering tightly stretched, no imperfections allowed In these bodies,
messing up is no longer an option, it never was a option
Just look at the pretty picture they are painting
Dancing, speaking without voices of their own
poetry in motion, they call it
"I just want them to look at me", she says.
Right.. go ahead and dance to the beat of everyone else
Feet fretfully practicing [Fake]French with an American accent
Jeté, pas, Chaîné
S'il vous plaît danser votre coeur hors
In Attitude
Get It Shawty
This is the very last time
Just me, and myself
Lost in whispers of melodies, movement strains and scents of
Righting lefts, lefting wrongs, up and downs to my
very own song
Stage right, upper wing,
Open up the Curtains
Cue and a one, two, three
Spotlight flashes in the eyes to hide all cynical opinions, judgments are blinded
this is my stage, don’t lie to me, this is my stage
There are no lies here
Four, five, six, seven, eight, and a
And All I Wanna Do
Is just slip away
Into my own
Beat
The Night Mare dances
Behind eyes of a dreamer
Fretfully on chords
KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES
These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased
They had big cars, big bucks and big time class
With a million dollar house mortgaged up the a*s
Their children went to private schools in uniforms
With charming and well decorated dorms
I looked at their faces and wondered why I didn’t fit
That’s when the fire in my belly was originally lit
I had no desire to play with kids from private schools
Nor did I ever agree to obey by their rules
So one day I skipped over steel and these here are the facts
The people I found lived in tents, not even shanties or shacks
But they didn’t have to read Dow Jones in order to smile
And couldn’t care less about having Gucci type style
They smiled at things people ignore like little tykes at play
And somehow or other they AWOKE contented day after day
They had no stocks to watch fretfully fall or RESOUNDINGLY rise
And you could see the easiness in their gleaming eyes
That which I observed in them appealed to me a great deal
The wrong side people taught me how satisfied I could feel
They lived out of back-packs, antique cedar chests and sacks
So if you come a’looking for me I’ll be on the wrong side of the tracks
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
As a citizen poet without pretension,
I offer a true tale of my invention.
A solid everyman in my community,
with a reputation of immunity,
I was happy and content.
I shared my thoughtful insights,
and wrote about the northern lights.
My words made grown men cry.
I think about it and breathe a sigh -
I was something else!
But, one morning, I woke up
and drank acidic coffee from my cup,
which my wife served black as pitch.
Inside I felt a strange, hot itch.
Could it be indigestion?
No ordinary heart inside my chest,
was it the Devil who had me possessed?
Burning inside, I fretfully undressed,
as, to despair, I acquiesced,
and went back to bed.
But, the feeling persistently welled,
until, at last, I was oddly compelled,
and in terror, I was gripped,
so my own skin, I violently ripped,
exposing my insides.
There, I saw sprockets and springs,
gears, knobs and other things,
and screamed an existential cry,
knowing I could neither live, nor die,
for all I was, was just AI.
In France, on Friday the fourteenth of February a famous French family flamed fires in a faulty fireplace causing a frightening fire. Fresco street friends fretfully watched as fifty fabulous firemen fought furiously the ferocious flashing flames. Finally, at four o'clock in the afternoon the fatigued firemen finished fighting the frightening flames and the filthy firetrucks fled off to the fire station.
INCONVENIENCE
Home :
Take one cube of gravy essence,
stir it fretfully, if I still dare,
into boiling, or at least hot-ish water;
such senior movements made with care
Care Home :
Drizzle ointments, yea, and potions
onto wrinkled tangerine skin
of arthritic hands, hips, knee-bones,
prey to crocked aches, and pains within
Hospital :
Please do ignore me gaily, while I toy
with food, well, pap, served up each day;
don’t tie me into bed, I’m already tied to head.
I pray, sometime soon that I’ll be on my way
Thereafter :
Finally to discard this worn-out old suit
trade incontinence for what seems the same,
but with new ability : to bawl up a storm,
and minor inconvenience - this fancy new name
Alan McAlpine Douglas
(Challenge words : cube gravy fret with drizzle tangerine prey arthritic toy tie)
At night we do drown in depression and darkness because we have no heart,
At our darkest hours we see no reason to keep going on, to posses a living art.
At times of sickness we feel of wretched souls seeing no opening for hope or light,
At lonely hours we wish someone would end our despairing plight.
In the dawn we pray for a little warmth of the heart,
In a sunrise we wish to see love strangle depression; a poised dreadful dart.
In the shining light we hope we see something other than our own splintering form,
In any light all we see is that we are ragged and torn.
Are you the kind of people we despise?
Are you one of those ignorant people only worrying about your own demise?
Are you the fretfully perfect and loved and young?
Are you a rebel of which Christ was hung?
You ask us why we are so rude,
You never seem to realize your stabbing words do come out crude.
You blame us burn-outs gays and emo's for the worst, though we are inferior,
You are the real scum you havoc evoked government controlling superiors.
I am a soul unafraid to show you that I too can speak,
I am a person who stands out to help others who are meek.
I am the girl who will walk through a wall of flame,
I am here to show you inspiration can become from a living thing untame.
At our most unbearable times we seek out some sort of consolation; we desire help,
In time we see through others stories to recognize who the are from their scars.
Are you here to be unjust and harm us further, to pass on your nasty beliefs?
You have to leave here if so, because I want us meeting to be less than brief,
I am just here to say that we are unique and depressed so let us simply be.
In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself…
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.
Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman
High strung tight heart strings
A shy chord of melody
Fretfully slowly thrummed
To express the feelings and fears of new young lovers
in the context of musicly blended notes
within the haiku rules of conduct
FRAGILE HEARTS
F alse friends force me to feel fretfully furious,
R eason turns to regret as I remember the rejection.
A m I antagonistic to anybody's approach?
G uilt gives greater grief than gladness;
I ain't interested in increasing inconveniences...
L et's learn to love, laugh, live and let live,
E ventually, everything will end in an enjoyable experience.
H appy harmonious hearts happen to be healthy,
E nergised by encouraging and empathising with everyone;
A lthough all around me, angry arguments arise,
R esulting in relationships going wrong,
T o the True and Triune God, I totally turn,
S teadily, my sorrowful heart finds solace in this Spiritual solution.
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24.10.16
Look into m~y h~e~a~r~t,
A lot of doubts have piled,
Lord, let them depart,
Please, make me feel worthwhile,
This heart too i~s f~r~a~g~i~l~e.
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Form: Quintain
10.11.16
A little nasty bee flew
past the yellow hill –
fast as running deer
hunting a Rose tree.
Dew drops from her sting –
trembled the butterflies,
wings flapping fretfully –
scorn was in the air tonight.
“Ah, rose, do you whimper?
So lonely and beautiful –
waiting for a hand
bypassing your thorns?
The wind took your aroma far –
the hive where I live is nearby
and like an armored knight
they will swarm undaunted.
I could settle and swing -
the Jasmine in the valley
are blossoming too early -
my last spring, honey.
Now, I must bid farewell –
fear not, your Ripper
is coming, eager and tender –
loving you much so.”
And then went the bee
leaving the frail rose behind –
watched by an grey raven
flying past the moonlight.
Be still, my love...I whisper steadily...
The predator is out to kill...hush now!
Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely...
Get ready...my dove...I shout fearlessly...
The hawk will snatch you with a thrill...be brave now!
Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...
Friendly Fall Follows
Fretfully Finding Fulsome
Frolicking Fellows Frantic For
Fraternal Fiendish Favors
Full From Fallow Flavored Fancies
Fitting Free Falling Follies
Fallaciously Fanatically Fuller
Fine Frocks Forwardly Flatly
Forever Fatter Fettered Fools
On this fretfully dreary and desolate day,
when at last the fading sun dipped his face,
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place.
When at last the fading sun dipped his face
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place
where heartache is a malady without end.
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend
within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
where heartache is a malady without an end.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
Within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend.
Fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend
on this fretfully dreary and desolate day.
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On Merit alone, I could swallow the World,
But lethargy, 'tis all I've conducted
My Rage itself, could darken the sky
(Feel me explode, like a volcano erupted!)
To my Failures, fretfully chained
(The effects of the drugs, they've activated)
Senses enhanced, perspectives changed,
And new Revelations to be contemplated...