Best Get Onto Poems
Like, this one time, in band camp
I asked this girl out and she like,
Said no, and I like
Like totally liked her, and like
I almost loved her and she said like,
Like, like no,
Like how could she?
I was so hurt, like, seriously
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really,
Really,
Really,
Really hurt, you know?
Like it wasn't even in my head you know?
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart
Every time it beat, it like, hurt
And it like, didn't stop
Not for anything,
Like not even when I went to sleep,
It like, just hurt, and hurting
And like, like never stopped
It hurt like, so bad
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt,
Like in my entire life,
How could she say no like that?
Like really?
I like, lost her
Totally lost her
But I like never had her to begin with,
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't
And like, now she'll never be.
This is like, sooo depression,
How can I march in a time like this?
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning,
I could die, I could totally die right now
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living
Right now, just die,
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it
And then like, totally jump off and die
Just die like a frog under a tire you know?
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever
I can't believe this, this is so sad
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do?
You know what I'm going to do?
I'll like, tell you
I'm going to go eat some cheese,
Goodbye.
Categories:
get onto, loss, lost love, teen,
Form:
Free verse
Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me
Categories:
get onto, analogy, spiritual,
Form:
Shape
When does Chloris Arrive
The marigolds were a twitter
The tea roses were entranced
The faerie princess doing cartwheels
The lambs ears were brushing sweetly against each other
The brownies rapidly helping the ladybugs get onto their mushrooms
Chloris was to arrive in the afternoon
The sun was ready, waving hello.
The garden radishes were inspiring their carrot friends to grow
Everyone was in a tither, a dithering tizzy.
Yard had not been this excited since the dandelions popped up
The first day of Spring
The Goddess was coming!
There was exuberant joy, as the grasses
and gardens and flowers began their happiness dance.
She has not been seen in Elysian Fields for a whole year!
Categories:
get onto, spring,
Form:
Imagism
Road work had been finished
for the winter on an asphalt strip
north of town near a nature preserve.
I said good-bye to the hotel owner
and he invited me back
although the town was a lifetime away
from my home. We shook hands.
The town wore its history well
with a façade of an old west town
complete with a jail and post office
on its main street, as if it wanted
to live that life again.
Picture postcards were sold in a drug store
to be packed away and taken home.
Gates of fences aligning themselves
on either side of a highway
spoke of the last cattle drive.
I realized this was the west
where cowboys lived and died.
Reflections stirred of how we gave of our lives
for our dreams and for the ones we loved.
Hasn’t it always been this way?
Sandhills loomed to my side as I drove
on a two-lane east to another town
where I could see another historic site
then get onto the interstate and drive
to the next assignment.
The sky above the open land was an ocean
as I drove east toward the sun.
Categories:
get onto, adventure, appreciation, change, history,
Form:
Free verse
Little Roger Stodge
School he loved to dodge
Yes Roger loved to play
The truant game
His parents didn’t know
That Roger didn’t go
Everyday Roger
Did the same
Every morning with no fuss
He’d get onto the bus
Then get off again
At the very next stop
He’d spend his dinner money
On candy bars made from honey
And bottle after bottle of fizzy pop
Roger thought it didn’t matter
That eating junk food made him fatter
Then one day,
Headmaster came walking down the lane
Roger, suddenly quite manic
And in a hurried panic
Jumped and hid in a sewer drain
Headmaster walked on by
Roger gave a relieved sigh
But Roger was completely out of luck
He wiggled and he wriggled
He wriggled and he wiggled
But alas poor Roger was completely stuck
Now I am afraid I have to say
Roger is still there to this day
And you know,
He didn’t even have to go to school
It was the holidays
For it was summer
See not going to school
Does make you dumber
Silly Roger, the tubby little fool
Categories:
get onto, children, funny, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Response To PS' Example Forms
she who opens up a can of worms
shaking the tree of PS' example forms
a rock now overturns
ones a properly learn
PS reign the storm, get onto the norm
connie pachecho
10/11/17
Categories:
get onto, appreciation, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Limerick
Microscopic observations on display,
Subatomic collisions, violently exploding into the next phase,
Uploading word combinations on this holy day,
Through consciousness and biochemical ways,
Into an array of influential thoughtful wordplay,
With no ignorance to lead astray on this written page,
Is this just hearsay and staged within our systems cage,
We easily disengage as inner rage circulates through our veins,
Because fear has been ingrained and taken over our brains,
Daily life easily draining inner accomplishments and gains,
Governments and social movements creating stressful strains,
The tricks within the matrix keeping us locked within chains,
So remove yourself from the constrains,
And get onto this subatomic campaign.
Because this is knowledge and power inscribed and applied,
Ignoring curiosity is magnified intellectual suicide,
Ignorance or awareness, you need to choose a side,
Put aside ego and pride,
It’s unjustified,
So I’m going to tell you my opinion of why……
This world is full of lies, yes so many deceitful lies,
The current ties of spirit and flesh solidifies,
Forgetting self is what occupies our present sense of I,
These word combinations are to teach you to look to the minds eyes,
From now to the day you die,
Try to apply what’s being described,
So be wise, go and mentally scribe like a rabbi,
And always give thanks to the universe that’s always nearby.
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 23.4.2016
Categories:
get onto, growth, life, lost, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
Thy Heavenly Father You listened,
You were there for me last night, as I sat and weeped,
Thy Heavenly Father you heard me, as I crumbled in tears from deep within,
Thy Heavenly Father, you held my tear shed face, as I let go, in my own private holy space..
Thy Heavenly Father you listened, I repented onto your patient, caring, heart, you held my hands, gave me the strength needed to give my troubles onto you, in the darkness, I found a beautiful light, you helped me get onto a path, that is straight and narrow, for I am a child of God, you guided, walked beside me, so that I can someday live with you for eternity..
Thy Heavenly Father, you gave me strength, to stand on my own again, I can't believe it's you, can't believe it's true, you held my hand when it was cold, you picked me up from my fall, you gave me strength to face the world out on my own again..
Thy Heavenly Father, you listened to me, you needed me, and I need you, you were there..
Thank you..
Categories:
get onto, africa, butterfly, christian, confidence,
Form:
Ballad
A poem I once wrote for one of my very good teachers who got transferred to some
other college and to my surprise the day I brought that poem to the college to read it out to my
friends, Our teacher appeared in the college from nowhere to attend Teacher's Day
celebration. I believe, true feelings can attract anything and anyone in the world................
Every human really has that power of Attraction.
The poem goes like this
WAITING FOR YOU
Without you, our life has become like a boat without a rudder,
not good to achieve anything and going to scatter.
You were a moral support for us,
but now the misfortune has created a fuss
by taking you away from us.
We have seen dreams changing to nightmare
Can't you give us your knowledge's share?
It will charge no fare!
You can't bring us to such a pass which is so unfair.
Each lecture without you is like a mournful day
We constantly have to pray
" Please send our Sir back"
We have this request,"
Come back and please don't play this quest, else our life will get onto a wrong track."
Categories:
get onto, absence, books, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS LAM HSI ANDRESS
(Chinese, Vietnamese, French, German, Italian, Russian and Lithuanian...
'Three-DNA' Tests Show!)(Currently...Six Feet and Two Inches Tall...on my
way to Six Feet and Four Inches Tall & 250 lbs., AND, eight-and-one-half inches
'Down-Under' THICK TOO!)
Long legs make NO SENSE...when the MUSIC is OFF BASE!
And when the RAT RACE...doesn't see RIGHT or WRONG!
'Cuz the RAT RACE...is THE WRONG RACE...!
If the WHIRL and TWIRL...is OFF BASE...!
GET ON BASE!
ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!
Unroll that parchment...to see A DIFFER-ENT FACE!
DAMN THAT RAT RACE...get onto FIRST BASE!
ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!
WEREN'T you meant to be FIRST PLACE!
DAMN THE RAT RACE!
WHIRL AND TWIRL...or go OFF BASE!
ANOTHER RAT RACE...tounges and LIES!
'NOTHER...F'ing...RAT RACE!
GREAT-NESS AND DESTIN-Y...F-THAT-RAT-RACE!
GREAT-NESS AND DESTIN-Y...F-THAT-RAT-RACE!
ROLLING TO THE LEFT...AND ROLLING TO THE RIGHT!
GET ON BASE!
PITCHED-RIGHT...DOWN-AND-OUT...KNEE-TO-HEEL!
PETAL-TO-THE-METAL...DOWN-'N'-DIRTY-'N-HOT!
TOO-HOT-FOR-YOU...TO-HANDLE!
I'M-TOO-HOT...FOR-YOU-TO-HANDLE!
PITCHED-RIGHT...DOWN-AND-OUT...KNEE-TO-HEEL!
PETAL-TO-THE-METAL...DOWN-'N-DIRTY-'N-HOT!
TOO-HOT-FOR-YOU...TO-HANDLE!
I'M-TOO-HOT...FOR-YOU-TO-HANDLE!
It's My Flight...and Crystalean Visors...Bronze to Blue!
My Flight...and Crystalean Visors...Bronze to Blue!
PITCH IT RIGHT!
PITCH IT RIGHT!
Categories:
get onto, age, angel, anger, art,
Form:
Ballad
HOW SILLY IS THAT?
Only the Chinese/Italians could have invented
Something as absurd as spaghetti
Impossible to spell Italian words
Infuriating to get onto your fork
Impractical to get a good mouthful
And it always slips down and sways under my chin
Always leaves sauce marks on my newly-ironed shirt
How silly is that?
If the Japanese/Germans were the inventors
Spaghetti would be spelled “spagety”
And it would be made in 1.5 centimeter-long strands
With ribbed surfaces to hold the sauce
Each forkful would be of exactly 43 strands
And none would slip off.
Deliciousness and efficiency
Categories:
get onto, funny, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Cloudy, dark sky, bare trees, missing their leaves, blowing in the winters cold brisk wind,
White, dirty snow all around, ice covered sidewalks, no squirrels, no spring time birds, they are all hibernating, deep within their burrows, waiting for some flicker of sunlight, to appear from the bare cold sky above, no such luck.
Boots gloves, scarves, snow pants, are the necessity to keep warm,
Hiding underneath, is two layers of clothes, one must be prepared,
Minnesotans, we dare not complain, were used to this season, everyone says we are crazy, but we know deep down, that a foot of snow, won't stop us, life goes on, we are aware that after winter comes spring, then summer, break out the flip flops, shorts, sunscreen, bottles of water, its a heat wave, we'll be sweating bullets, cranking up the a/c, wishing to be cool again, so just deal, be careful what u wish for, the winter blaahs are just temporary, we are Minnesotans, we are hearty, warm, caring people, but I MUST warn you, don't get onto the roads with us...we will run you down!!!
Categories:
get onto, cheer up, wind,
Form:
Ballade
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
I watched her get onto the bus
I stood there in the rain
She was off to find her future
I'd not see her again
I watched them load her baggage
Like so many times before
This time I watched the bus leave
And knew I'd not see her no more
Fractured dreams, and broken hearts
Together fourteen yeas
The rain felt quite refreshing
Only raindrops, no more tears
Many times we'd played this game
She'd leave and then come back
If I had to give a number
I'd lie, 'cause I've lost track
She sat beside the window
Looking down, then straight ahead
She was leaving, not on her terms
But this time, my choice instead
Somewhere there's a waitress
I'll find her soon and grab a drink
A celebration bourbon
At least two, I should think
The bus went up the highway
I turned around and walked away
I took my phone out of my jacket
Found the trash, tossed it away
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
I was tired of the game
We'd fought and made up plenty
It always ended up the same
The bus, lost in the distance
In the can, the phone did ring
I laughed and sought that waitress
and the joy that drink would bring
Fractured dreams and broken hearts
The future now was mine
I know it was now over
And it was by my design
I found a bar and went on in
Ordered up two shots, then three
My past was on a greyhound
My future, was up to me
Categories:
get onto, 7th grade, absence,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm not a drama queen
a barbie doll
someone's else spleen.
I know I'm not a sex pistol
or soda can
or avatar.
I know I'm not filthy
or rabid
or mean
But I've been so much
milled as a machine
that I gotta lot more findin' out what
I'm not
so's i can get onto what
I AM.
Categories:
get onto, education, friendship, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The annual frog hop is in full swing
I see the dance of the little toad king
He’s dancing the fabulous day away
With a gentle hop and a hey hey hey!
There is a beetle and a cricket too
They’re both trying to get onto his shoe
He kicks them both off and dances away
A merry time we are having today!
A dragonfly comes by and asks to join.
Yes you can, it takes no talent or coin.
She dances a pretty ballet.
It’s darling to see her today.
I quickly jump into the swamp like fray
The music is happy, the dancing gay.
Welcome to our dance delighted frogs say
Feeling beloved, I shake the night away
Categories:
get onto, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme