Best Full Fledged Poems
He worked at the local newspaper office.
I worked for his employer’s wife as a mother’s helper.
He had served his apprenticeship
and was now a full fledged printer
earning a magnificent sum of eight dollars a week.
My wages were three dollars per week.
Mrs. Miller found reasons for sending
me to the office frequently
and he was easy to talk to.
It wasn’t long before
he asked me to go to a movie
and I readily agreed.
Movies tickets at our local theatre
were twenty-five cents, usually.
The first movie we went to was called
“The Housekeeper’s Daughter”
starring Joan Bennett.
I don’t remember a thing about the story.
The next week he called again
and this time
the movie he wanted to take me to was
“Gone With The Wind”.
I protested that it was too expensive.
This time he would have to spend
fifty cents each on tickets
and the movie was so long that
there was an intermission
and I knew he would want
to buy refreshments, but
I didn’t take much persuading
and we went all out for that
evening of entertainment.
This time I did remember the story.
From that evening forward ,
he was a daily caller at our home
and my mother did her best
to keep him fed.
Most of our dates were merely
a stroll down town and back
as we had no car.
We heard on the radio that
Major Bowe’s Amateur Hour
was coming to a bigger town
about thirty miles away
and both of us decided we would like to
attend that function.
Money would be a problem
on our wages, so we decided
to save up for it.
One of us bought a dime bank and
we each put any spare dime we could,
into the bank.
It held five dollars.
We managed to have
five dollars worth of dimes
by the time the big day arrived.
Dad lent us his car
and off we went.
I don’t know what the tickets cost
but we had enough to buy them
plus enough to
indulge in an ice-cream soda
at the big town soda fountain.
1940 was the year our story started.
In March of 1941
he left for Detroit, Michigan
where he had heard he could find work
at a decent wage.
He sent a telegram
that he’d found a job
at $50.00 a week.
He had a minister and marriage license.
I had never been away from home before
but I traveled to Detroit and
we were married in July of 1941.
Honorable Mention
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Categories:
full fledged, lovetime, me, time,
Form:
Narrative
Ninja Jan
Ninja Jan is all dressed up in her ninja suit
And is ready to take the battle with full force
She knows how to infiltrate the enemy
She creeps upon the enemy warrior in a counter attack
Ninja Jan takes her firm stance; as she sets her sights
With a strengthening hold and gives her mightiest of kicks
Gives herself an affirmation then attacks with dominating
flare
She thrust her leg with a force and hits him where it hurts
He's fully growling and grumbling she hurt him in his jewels
Ninja Jan has conquered her enemy and proudly takes stance
She has no fears and she's real hip and knows she's a super
hero for she has kicked butt
Now they all call her a full -fledged warrior of a samurai.
Written: 3/15/15
Theresa Marie W-C
Categories:
full fledged, dedication, friend, friendship,
Form:
Light Verse
I didn't think I'd ever get to meet you,
you were always busy with other things.
And I thought the stories I'd heard were true,
you were a full-fledged bird flexing your wings.
Not a caged canary who sweetly sings,
but a hawk, keen for the thrill the hunt brings.
You appeared Angelic, beyond pretty,
and so, I didn’t believe I had a chance.
You were breathtaking, charming, and witty;
seemed doubtful that I'd get a second glance.
And yet, your beauty held me in a trance,
and I felt I had to ask you to dance.
At first, I thought you'd laugh or ignore me;
I wasn't entirely sure how I should start.
I was tempted to turn around and flee
as I approached you like a work of art.
For my courage was fast falling apart,
scared you might reject me and break my heart.
But instead, you smiled, looked into my eyes
and answered yes, to my complete surprise.
Categories:
full fledged, anxiety, beautiful, dance, feelings,
Form:
Sonnet
A fledgling struggled in the wet grass
he had failed in his first attempt
...The cat wouldn’t
Categories:
full fledged, nature, success,
Form:
Monoku
The last of my tomatoes are in a basket
I keep in the corner of my kitchen shelf.
I can’t remember when I picked them
But there are much too many to eat myself.
All summer long the crop was good -
Each vine strained hard against its stake.
There was more than enough for just one man
With plenty left after what the wildlife would take.
I tended to each from seed to seedling,
And saw each mature to a full-fledged vine.
From little green spheres to red ripe tomatoes
I blushed with pride knowing these were mine.
Yet these remaining tomatoes are a curious sight,
In fact they are rather an ugly scene.
I think I have kept them much too long
Because they are once again turning green.
Categories:
full fledged, funny,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious;
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings,
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...
Categories:
full fledged, adventure, imagination, nature, on
Form:
Free verse
Butterfly Wing Man
OH …. would I……could I……should I…..????
Write about the butterfly…….and why?
Awakens from his past ---full fledged
while beneath I stand ---still pledged
To hold my ground – on sacred soil
watch his translucent wings uncoil
A gentle breeze his birth ….. updraft
first touch of joy ‘neath fragile craft
Duty bound in ancestry
I envy him his being free
Watch him praise the rising sun
bathe in the heat that I must shun
Nestled in his petaled bed
I see him slowly dip his head
Promises to nature kept
tears for those who never wept
Wings that change the course of time
Wings – that sadly – are not mine.
12/3/2015
submitted to – Write About Butterflies – Poetry contest
sponsor – SKAT A
Categories:
full fledged, butterfly, freedom, longing, nature,
Form:
Couplet
I asked a homeless man I met one day,
If the recession we’re in is what caused him to be this way.
He looked me straight in the eye and told the things he had done,
Once upon a time he said I had everything, I was quite the lucky one.
Beautiful wife, a baby girl, a lovely home, and two new cars,
Then I started messing up and spending most of my free time lounging in the bars.
I worked hard for what I had and I didn’t see how this would hurt anyone,
Just a few drinks, all I wanted was to unwind and have a little fun.
I never once took into consideration how my wife might feel,
She hid her feelings till I came home late one night to an empty house and realized that I
had messed up this deal.
I had become a full fledged drunk and I didn’t even know,
That bottled had taken over and wouldn’t let go.
That happened over ten years ago and I haven’t seen my wife or baby girl since,
From riches to rags, just a no good drunk, a vagabond prince.
No the recession was not my downfall, I have to take credit for that,
My biggest worry these days is where my next drink is at.
Truth be known most like me have let either drugs or booze take total control,
They’ve sold or lost everything they’ve ever had, and some have even sold their very own soul.
There are a few that have fallen on hard times but they usually manage to get back on
their feet.
But ones like me will spend the rest of our lives as homeless on the streets.
Categories:
full fledged, lifebaby, me, wife, baby,
Form:
Verse
From Frank to Faye
Flashing back in our memories, we find that our first four years together were fruitful
And filled with frolic. Four, fondly affectionate, fun-filled years of fanfare!
When we met we felt fond of each other but, our fathers forbid our fair friendship.
They felt it merely a foolish fancy, and were flabbergasted and foiled when we
fraternized.
They feared that when a fellow and a filly frolic, they become frantic.
Fortunately we never felt their fury because they finally faced the facts.
Frankly, my father, Frank, felt fond of my fair female friend.
Her father figured the frivolous facts were too flimsy to forgo the friendship.
So we frolicked together in friendly, far-flung flirtations,
Having fabulous fellowship in our courtship.
Feeling frisky, on our Fourth Anniversary, we plan to flop in our flivver,
Finding our way to Niagara Falls, where we will flutter in the fountains of full-fledged
fulfillment!
Categories:
full fledged, anniversarytogether,
Form:
Couplet
Sorrow weeps, small happiness creeps
Remorse afloat, in my silk coat
Emptiness appears, silence leers
Fading shadow, far below
Begging forgiveness, lots of emptiness............
Cemented dreams, gone to extremes
Song of despair, not knowing I care
Tears grabbing, hands jabbing
Wisps of cries, light up the sky..............
Eyes pleading, heart bleeding
Passion is no more, try to ignore
Breath held, try to expel
Life is gone, not so brawn............
Holding lifeless, so breathless
Sobs of redemption, seize upon preemption
Full fledged devastation, marks no exemption
Temptress aching, no remaking.......
The Disillusion Oh Me....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Categories:
full fledged, life,
Form:
Rhyme
loud and whistl-y
a full-fledged morning, the tunes —
a vibrant springboard
4/18/2022
Categories:
full fledged, bird, morning,
Form:
Haiku
Soon she won't be our great secretary
Which to all of us does seem so scary;
As audacious, administrative assistant
Performance is persistent and consistent.
Also, forever in future we always regret
Her going away which we had to let
If longer with us would stay for a while;
You would see us still wearing a smile.
In church, we were wiggling and squirming
While we did listen to Father Dave's sermon
Which quite a congregation they all drew
We even found Lovett sitting in front pew.
James Thomas Horn
www.poetryoup.com
PS. Lovett is our church secretary
who will be a full-fledged parishioner
again at the end of April 2014.
Categories:
full fledged, humorous, religious,
Form:
Couplet
Sweet dreams and I love you
It starts so simple and pure
and then before you know it,
you're in a full fledged war
Honey you're on my side
Could you scootch over just a little?
Well sweetie-pie I tried,
but you're laying in the middle
Please don't wake me if I mumble
I was asleep for goodness sake
If I wanted a real conversation
I would have stayed awake
Now you're starting to snore
You've stolen all my cover
I can't take this anymore
You, with my pillow, I'll smother
Now that I finally drifted asleep
Rudely, I've been awakened
Was that kick an accident,
or were you really fakin'?
I'm tired of not getting sleep
I fear danger in the future looms
Because I'm past wanting separate beds,
I want separate rooms!
Categories:
full fledged, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The rush the energy that flowed within.
It came through me like a sin.
The wind wisped a quiet tone.
Even though it had hardly blown.
Once again my friend.
All alone.
But, are we true to it?
Have you had enough of it?
Heart beats picking up in pace.
Dodging trees in some devilish race.
But to where?
But why?
Should I have opened my eyes?
Earlier in the night was fine.
Not a drip of liquid gold to the ears.
Not a sound for the world to hear.
But now the growls.
The intent to kill.
The fear crept up and meant to fill.
The soul from within.
From the darkness it may begin.
The fleeting of the hairs.
From no care?
From not a single worry in the world.
To the stomach twirled.
Has my mind played another trick on me?
Or is there something I cannot see.
Behind the veil of the dark he stood.
Staring me down from under his hood.
The man was grim.
His smile had crept.
With one swift motion he bent down and he swept.
All of my fears came to reality.
I saw you personally, full fledged brutality.
Off came my arm, my life force wept.
Blood spilled over the leaves below.
That ringing kept me sane, Shooting up to look out the window.
Still dark.
Just a dream.
Once again my friend.
Categories:
full fledged, abuse, death, environment, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry,
And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry;
A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went,
To soothe my grieving heart; give benevolent vent...
A hard hand hit my shoulder and commanding, said:
You're a man! Should not cry! Calm! Courage! Go ahead!
We, in our culture taunt, tease, torture girls, torment,
No shame? Showing off before strangers? You pretend!
Go! Wipe tears Apply talcum on your plastic face!
Lest those around judge you an empty broken vase!
Our girls, hence, tie pains like ghosts in their sari-knot,
Paint their faces with multi-color smiles, a lot.
Children! Gems! Never cry! If cry... Bad boys! Bad girls!
Satan is making home in you! His freedom whirls!
Why do angels crave things, like beggars full of greed?
Why, like dramatic artists - fussy tantrums breed?
God's watching like a hawk! Behave! Be virtuous!
Your movement should be angelic! Care! Courteous!
Yet, deaths, dangers, droughts, floods earthquakes for many years,
Have made us shed, like rain torrents, abundant tears;
All who gently hushed up feelings like shut memos,
Have melt into tears as though from lavas or snows;
Seeing harsh callous actions if we do not cry,
God's creating such rich tears has no purpose high.
Dogs cry. Horses cry. Birds, flies, and reptiles cry too,
Feelings, like dew-drops, fill and fall when we're in woe;
Sentiments secrete like wild streams within our hearts,
Full-fledged; flow like fluent falls; finely flits and flirts;
Stopping these, is, like building dams over rivers,
Wherein - water waves; caves; crashes; ripple-triggers...
Holding tears may be raw romantic! Dramatic!
Yet, its nature is to flow and fall full frantic.
Brain stressed; heartbeat skipped! Breath blocked! Body traumatized!
Muscles, nerves, and blood vessels stiff antagonized;
Nature has ways of venting pain and suffering,
Thwarting this is, just like her freedom plundering.
18 August 2021
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
full fledged, cry, life,
Form:
Rhyme