Best Get Across Poems
Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.
I reckon you could call me an old curmudgeon but that's alright!
I've been around four score and three and I have earned that right!
There are many things that annoy me but I'll mention just a few.
Hang in there with me as I attempt to get across my point of view!
Barkin' mutts and their inconsiderate masters drive me up the wall!
The droopy-poopy pants kids wear just makes my wrinkled hide crawl!
Cussin' in public by so-called ladies and gentlemen is so uncouth!
It annoys me that high-profile jerks don't set an example for our youth!
It nettles me when someone says they'll do somethin' and then they don't.
I'm annoyed with people who keep me waitin' which is usually their wont!
Careless drivers bug me especially jerks who think it's cute to tailgate,
And telephone solicitors who the serenity of my castle they desecrate!
I'm disturbed about those who flout the Constitution - 'tis an abomination!
It bothers me that we don't ask God's guidance for this troubled nation!
Pompous bureaucrats annoy me no end with their paucity of breedin'!
It rankles me to pay more taxes for which the guv'mint is ever pleadin'!
I ain't got no patience with a screamin' brat or a loud-mouthed dude,
(Nor people who murder the English language as I just did - it's so crude!)
I could ramble on and on ad infinitum about things that annoy me,
But I feel my blood pressure risin' so I had better let the subject be!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest.
As I wave goodbye and walk away the kisses and cuddles from my loved ones still fresh in my mind I set my sights on what will be my new daily grind. To Afghanistan I flew to fight for my country, I’m with my brothers, never alone, a promise made to my family. I’m coming home.
Day in day out protecting the base, going on patrol our sole aim, avoiding deaths ugly face. Living in conditions that are a right state whilst civvies whinge with hate “you joined up so why do you moan”? I don’t care but if they think they can do better they are welcome to take my place, if they dare. I only know. I’m coming home.
Taking fire, it’s all go now need to get across this streambed then, “ pow”, feels like I’ve been punched like a boxer in the final round. All I can hear now is “man down, man down” will this be my last sound? I can see the medics and my mates working on me till I breathe my last as I’m carried from the field under the rotors hurricane blast, it’s finally got through my dome……. I’m coming home.
Now they are all gathered round, family crying, mates recalling the best of times, the only sound, I’m carried in my union flag draped coffin on my final journey and laid in the ground, no more crying no more sound….. I’m home.
I could not bear this war between logic and love,
But remembering her face once again levitates my mind afloat,
Into the heavens my mind gracefully flies like a gleeful little dove,
And there I see reality once gain like a vast bottomless moat
I can never get across it,
For I am not worthy of the maiden that lies protected inside,
As her beauty's like a fire that is eternally lit,
To end my whole heart forcing it to burn and divide
Into despair and sorrow I hesitantly go,
Each passing night they both give me the beautiful dreams,
Dreams of her fair kind wonderful soul that I know,
A soul I can never share a life with, it seems.
" Lord I woke this moring with the words lost sheep on my mind "
" OH! what do you think it meant? "
" well I pictured myself as a sheep in the meadow where the grass is dry, patchy and bare "
" Oh! what happened then? "
" well Lord i turned round and all the other sheep were no longer there "
" where did you think they could have gone? "
" I thought they might of been thirsty and maybe went to find a brook
so I thought I would go and take a look "
" thats good what did you find? "
" I found a stream but the other sheep were on the other side
but I could not get across as the stream was far too wide "
" OH! what did you do then ? "
" I began to wonder what to do
then I heard a voice come out of the blue. "
" What did the voice say ? "
" the voice said do not fear don't dispare
I will help you cross over there
then a kind man appeared out of nowhere "
" what did the kind man do ? "
" He gently carried me across to where the pastures are Green
and the other sheep asked me where I had been "
" Thats great! what was your reply? "
" I told them that I was in the meadow
LOST and all alone
then the kind mans voice said
" my lost sheep welcome home "
" Great you have got it "
" Sorry Lord I am lost now"
" Yes dear you were once lost but now you are found "
" You no longer have to wander in the meadow all alone
for I am the good shepherd that always brings my lost sheep back home. "
No matter how bad our life has been the Lord always brings us lost sheep back to where the
pastures are green, never will he leave you never will he forsake you. to anyone who is lost
Just ask the Lord to show the way home he will come and fetch you. Amen. to anyone who
feels Lost God will find you and bring you home.
Diane Christian
Green Colored Grass
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,
But that fence is so high off the ground.
I search for a ladder so I can get across,
But neither a ladder or even a foot stool can be found.
I look at the fence with a critical eye,
Why do you have to be so difficult, I shout.
I shake my fist and become so mad,
Then I cross my arms and sit to pout.
Why would God want to tempt me so much,
I just want to see that rich, green grass growing.
For my own grass is brown and looking dead,
Soon even the dirt underneath will be showing.
I have heard all the people talking of that grass over there,
They say it is soft enough to make a bed.
I raise my head with a soft smile on my face,
All the while visions of the other grass were in my head.
When I finally decided I would just climb the fence,
The sun was already starting to go down.
Would I really have to wait for the morning,
I thought with a frown.
I gathered my courage and just enough speed,
Then ran at the tall fence like a mad hen.
Of course I fell down and hit my head,
And I can’t say what happened then.
The fence just opened up to let me in,
And a man was there with a smile on his face.
He called me over with a wave of his hand,
But for some reason, I no longer coveted that place.
I looked around me at all I had close by,
A swing and an old wagon from years long ago,
And the tree I had planted with my own two hands,
With the house on top after it started to grow.
These were all things I once held dear,
But I had forgotten to care for them in the rush of living.
The man beckoned to me from the other side,
But I had some much needed care to be giving.
I watered my brown, dying grass that day,
Then I laid back and watched the sky.
I knew God had made the fence high for a reason,
And I was thankful he hadn’t allowed me to fly.
And soon my own grass was a rich lush green,
And I thought it too could make a bed.
My family all stood outside with me in it,
And all my happy thoughts barely stayed in my head.
The End.
“If the grass is looking greener on the other side, it is time to water your own
lawn.” – Unknown.
One day while wan’dring far afield
I heard a tortoise shriek
“Oh, curse this shell, infernal cell…
I haven’t got all week!”
I dropped down low, I snuck up slow
then spied him through the brush
and though he scarcely moved an inch
he wailed, “I’m in a rush!”
The world a-turning; daylight burning
the angry tortoise crept.
I asked him what the matter was
and at my voice he leapt.
He ducked his head and pulled his legs
and huddled in his shell.
I laid down in the prairie grass
and waited out the spell.
“I’ve naught but time.” Said I to he,
“There’s no need for your worry.
Besides, I know I heard you say
that you were in a hurry.”
Slowly…just as turtles do
He showed one of his eyes.
Then slower yet, his head appeared
but he refused to rise.
“What do you want?” He asked of me,
“You’ll make me later still!
I need to get across this field
and over yonder hill.”
“The hare’s asleep o’er in the sage
he thinks he’s got me beat.
So, there he naps, but joke’s on him…
I’m lightning on my feet!”
“Except my shell keeps getting caught
it’s snagged in all these flowers.
Unholy pack, upon my back
I’m wasting precious hours!”
With that he threw his tortoise fists
and did a little spin.
He almost got me on the nose
then gave a tortoise grin.
The flowers had all lost their grip,
his twirl set him free.
But the thing that happened next
was magical to see.
He gave me a slow tortoise wink
then went off like a gun.
I’ve never seen a beast of field
that he could not outrun.
I sat up in the meadow grass
and gave my head a shake.
A few feet off, I saw some ears,
the hare was now awake.
Although, that came as no surprise
I only can assume…
that he’d awoken at the launch
which made a sonic boom.
I dropped down low, I snuck up slow
then spied him through the brush.
And as he rubbed his sleepy eyes
the tears began to gush.
The world a-turning; daylight burning
the rabbit had just slept.
I asked him what the matter was
and at my voice he wept.
05/10/15
Entry for Burning Daylight
Sponsored by John lawless
(My brother asked me to post his poem here. Its his love poem to his girlfriend [soon-to-be fiancée]
So please tell me what you think)
When people say I can't imagine
A world with out you to one another.
I don't think they fully understand the words.
I've never felt my heart beat so calmly before.
Your touch, your voice your eyes.
They are my escape.
They are my support.
The fact that you exists makes me feel so alive.
It's easier to breathe.
To walk, to talk, to feel,
To truly love.
You are the electrical pulse that keeps my heart beating.
You are the sun I see every morning.
You are the moon I gaze on every night.
And as every day and night pass.
I become more of you.
It's hard to explain.
I don't think there were words ever created
To explain the feeling I'm trying to get across.
They only came up with one word.
Love.
I love you? No.
That's to small of an expression than what I feel towards you.
But until I find something new.
Something more fitting.
I will tell you I love you every day and night I live.
I'll call you beautiful with every breath I have in my lungs.
I will never let you feel any less than what you deserve to feel.
You don't have my heart.
You are my heart
And I can't live with out you.
I love you baby.
I love you Angel.
I love you Alyona!!!
Cocaine
Apple sauce
In my vein
Can't get across
I do it every day
Every night
I can't pay
Now I'm about to fight
I'm trying to get some from the store
I even smoked some off the floor
Chicken fingers and roast beef
Salads and a roasted leaf
Drugs and apples are the best
Because of it I always failed my drug test
Well life is good and life is great
Even if I am over weight
I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery I add in for some crunch.
Into the pot they go sliced up; it’s quite a bunch.
Some lovely water chestnuts, oh I want those too.
Ideas I can munch on . . . a can of those will do.
Carrots also. Chop, chop, chop – then into the pot
I throw them in as well. Things are getting hot.
Yes, imagination’s heating up so fine.
I want a poem on which a reader wants to dine
Onions I must add as well – so savory and wry!.
Sauteed in oil, they’ll not make anybody cry.
All my thoughts I’m stirring up. Oh they’re smelling great!
To add in all the spices I can barely wait.
For substantial content, I stir in something nice:
my major theme, which would be a lot of cooked brown rice.
I stir and stir my cooking thoughts, veggie words so bright.
With the spices I like best, it’s sure to turn out right.
Metaphors to season all is the yummy soy sauce.
Turmeric and garlic salt will really get across
the flavor of my mixed ideas, Oh, and for the last,
I crack some eggs – the final touch for my grand repast.
My stir-fried rice with eggs cooked in will give it tasty fun.
And now I quickly serve it up. Voilà, and I am done.
May 12, 2022
12/22/14
Props to the original Baggins
And his bravery towards the dragons
While he could've stayed behind with the wagons
Just a hobbit and quite the comic
But he should've watched it
And use all logic
Before trying to put on the ring inside of his pocket
Because another was unfortunate and lost it
This made him scathing mad
As he continued aging and
Inside a cave in the hills, far away from any raging sands
Originally had a name
But overtime he had changed
And was no longer the same
They didn't know what else to call him
Except for Gollum
Because he had fallen
And became solemn
Meanwhile the orcs
Marched with force
After coming into contact with the source
Of all evil from the North
The bell continued to toll
As the trolls
Looked to take all souls
With a heart darker than coal
During the events
The mist was dense
And full of suspense
But the ents that were immense
Put in their sense
And helped their allies get across the fence
Here we go again
Around the bend
It didn't end
In the eyes of children, ladies and men
Who could be considered a trusted friend?
By: Dalton Ogletree
Hope we'll always remember when,
A time when all of this began;
Every day, we spent, us two
In unplanned mischief to put Mom through.
A brothers life is tough at times,
To keep each from a life of crime;
We drank water from a hose and laughed our milk right out our nose
From race cars to bugs in jars,
From one adventure to another;
With hands held tight through scary nights,
Made safer with a brother.
From skinned up knees to pillow fights
And every snowball that we've tossed,
I'm here for you, for things that might,
Need help to get across.
try to picture yourself as a sheep
you're in the meadow where the grass is dry, patchy and bare
you turn around and see that the other sheep are no longer there,
maybe they were thirsty and went to find a brook
so you take a wander to go and have a look,
you come to a stream and see the sheep on the other side
but you carn't get across as the stream is far too wide,
you begin to wonder what you will do
then a voice comes out of the blue
" do not fear don't dispare I will help you get over there"
then a kind man appeared out of no where,
he gently carries you across to where the pastures are green
and the other sheep asks "where you have been?"
I was in the meadow I was lost and all alone
then the kind mans voice said
"my lost sheep welcome home"
we are like the lost sheep but we no longer have to wander around alone
for the Lord is the good shepherd who always brings his lost sheep back home. I once was
lost but now I am found Amen.
I took a class last semester
creative writing 101
the teacher challenged everything
that I had ever thought about poetry
he said " No thinking outside the box"
He was full of rules and control
I'd always though poetry had no boundries
and that it was at it's greatest the first time
the author jotted it down on paper.
He was all about revisions.
But How do you revise a poem?
Doesn't that just erase the point
you were trying to get across
when you first wrote it?
He told me sayin things like love,
pain, death, sadness was too abtract
so he challenged me to go without using those words.
I'll admit my descriptions got better but
it took all the fun out of everything.
I wasn't in the business of writing poems
to make it into something perfect.
Poetry was something that I used to release.
Grammatically correct or not it helped me to
gain some inner peace.
So ultimately in that class I didn't do well.
In that class I rebelled the entire time.
His definition of poetry were so completely
different from mines.
I want to know if your a real poet
or even a real professor
if you fail to inspire?
Know your audience - speech education
Communications , what is your topic?
Pertaining to - assertive - direct
Eye to eye contact - iris views on comprehension
Skills - conversation - teaching your goal
Presentations : what point do you get across?
What are you trying to communicate saying? Words at a loss
The abilities to perceive the comprehensive words thus arbitrate
Speech communications skills, sentences , structure I perceive
The true relationship of language arts, I believe
English literature - mastered development
Understanding each other! Interesting creation
Interest - create an interest - to whom?
Your audience! techniques, goals, to develop then portray
Your imagery - positive influence - positive motivation
Persuasive through ability of language
Constructive skills of communications ability
Technicality - structure , interests and language
Barriers educationally , the goal effective
Communications of language literacy - skills - words then selective
Bewildered the Id ? Hence forth ! Capability
Dependence on ability to perform comprehending
The endeavor of the Intelligence Quotient and agility
I see! I vision thus still yet self efficacy
Yes and indeed I say remarkably with a clever word
I molded and I motivated. The phenomena, someone heard.