Best Get Out Of Here Poems
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.
Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but also fond of booze,
In bars and streets and hotels he liked to drink and cruise,
He used to taunt old-Peg Leg Pete by dragging up old news,
Like Pete had only ever needed half a pair of shoes.
One day Pete had quite enough and things got pretty scary,
Confronting Dirty Deadeye Dan whose mood was always lairy,
A sudden hush fell on the room when Pete clumped in the bar
And Dan called out: “Hey, Peg-Leg, hop on over, have a jar.”
Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate clasped the pistol on his hip
And snarled at Dirty Deadeye Dan: “Enough of your damn lip.”
The floozy sat upon Dan’s lap was dumped onto the floor
And Dan rose to his feet and hissed: “You’d best limp out the door.”
Across the sawdust, blood-stained floor they faced each other down,
And you could hear a pin drop from the other side of town,
Eyes were locked and fingers twitched and seconds seemed like days
The tension burned unbearably and shimmered in the haze.
Both men drew their pistols and both men fired fast,
Flame spat from the barrels with the bullets roaring past,
But neither man could aim for squat and when their guns were done
They’d killed two people in the bar but they weren’t either one.
The barman Blind-man Billy Bragg and the floozy Scar-Faced Sue
Lay dead as dead as doornails, as doornails tend to do,
And through the pall of gun-smoke and the mist of rum and beer
Deadeye Dan called out to Pete: “We’d best get out of here.”
And so they did, they fled the bar, and vanished in the night,
Back to their ship, The Crippled Cock, and sailed on out of sight,
Never to return to shore, and never seen again,
The rumour is they sank and drowned just off the Spanish Main.
The moral of the story is that when you draw a gun,
Be prepared to end your days always on the run,
“Or in your case, always on the limp,” said Dirty Deadeye Dan
To Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate, that very evil man.
What does innocence cost, you ask?
It seems it's just a grand,
For I know a girl who had hers sold
By her Aunt, in a foreign land.
They sold her soul at fiftteen,
To a middle-aged traveling gent,
Who filmed it all for the internet,
In a dirty basement rent.
She begged her aunt to spare her,
To not let this monster soil
The cherished gift God gave her,
For an hour's salacious toil.
She swore to help them honestly,
And work three jobs, if needed,
But this was quick, the die was cast,
No matter how she pleaded.
She screamed and cried when the hour came,
While the man did what he pleased,
And she prayed God wouldn't see her,
That her aunt would be appeased.
When thru, the sheets were bloody,
And she hurt so down below,
But bloodier still, her spirit,
(Though that wound didn't show).
He let her use the hotel's bath
To clean the vile mess,
And gave her fifteen dollars
To replace her ruined dress.
"A buck for every year!" he laughed,
And threw it on the floor,
Then yelled at her "Get out of here!"
"You filthy little whore!"
Well, with those words, his horrid act,
And the soul he stripped away,
Over time that's what she's now become,
Though she makes a grand each day.
See, they didn't just rob her virtue,
They put her soul to death ...
Now she curses him and her auntie,
With every living breath ...
And she doesn't need her faith now,
There's no happiness or mirth,
For no God could ever repay her ...
For what her soul was worth.
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I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.
Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings in fear
As if to say ‘Get out of here!’
The rooster crowed with all his might
To publicize my sorry plight
And terror-stricken piglets squealed
As rifle cocked, he left the field.
I turned and fled: there’d be no grace
For farmer Giles had picked up pace.
But then, a crack, a curse ; a whopper!
Old Farmer Giles had come a cropper!
This close escape I did embrace
For he had run a wild goose chase!
And as I raised a thankful sigh
A cackling form went flying by!
Competition entry : I accidentally let one loose : Charles Messina 22 July N/A
Applicable Not Applicable Contests Poetry Contest : sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
19.05.19
14 hours in a New York minute,
I ought to stop,
But I can't quit it...
No answer to my call...
Is it the end
Of it all?
The pain, it does spread,
Making the future
Something to dread...
Somehow, some way,
I got to get out of here,
Cause I'm swimming
In a sea of fear...
So I say goodbye to you
My sweet...
As I acknowledge
My defeat...
Something is flying about....
I used to be so optimistic
Now, I feel like a pathetic stranger
I used to be so enthusiastic
I have to deal with more danger…
Now I am
Lacking potential,
strength and intelligence
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
My bones are out of joint
There’s no more room for happiness
All of my joy is faltering…
As I hear you hollering
You pushed me around like some worthless door
I stand up for myself and face my fears
All I hear is your jeers
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
Don’t weigh me down…you’re as cruel as gravity
You demolished my sanity
I’m pushing forward…never looking down
‘Cause when I do look down, I can’t help but frown
I must get out of here…
Before I get swallowed up in my fear
Of losing this battle…of uncertainty
Don’t bottle up tainted misery
I keep telling you, “There’s always tomorrow
To do what you love to do best…just rest,
Darling…please, hear me out!”
You just turn the other way
I suppose today was a humiliating day
I see you run away…
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
I used to chase after you, but I’d rather not…
I didn’t mean to leave you to rot
I got to leave this wretched place
Because when I ARRIVED, I felt like a disgrace
I’m planted on the spot
Now, there’s no way to leave this terrible,
Terrible lot
the fog clouds deep
my head grows clouded
as mist swirls in from above
enveloping my senses
and i wish i could just disappear.
it’s not that i want to die
i just don’t want to be here.
i just want to vanish for some time
and collect my thoughts in the void
i wish i could just disappear.
i’d like to hang in nonexistence
dive into obscurity
take refuge from myself
pull my brain from my head
and throw it to the ground
bursting in a shower of pink flesh
dripping blood onto the floor.
i just want to disappear.
why is that so hard to understand?
maybe i should leave.
maybe i should stop this poem before i-
i need to escape.
i need to get out of here.
help me out of here
i’m trapped within my own mind
the key, a gleaming knife
but i can’t bring myself to do it.
i can’t free myself from this cage.
suffering in silence
or risk an eternal stay in a mental hospital
where i’d waste away, a lunatic
i can’t
i can’t
i’d miss too much homework
too much school
how would i ever look at myself the same way again?
the confines of my prison are never this strong.
pressing inward upon my shattered soul
h e l p
i can’t escape.
i need to disappear.
i need to leave intact
but how do you fix what’s beyond repair?
I've had enough
Vs 1
I finally said enough's -enough
Even though I'm not so tough
My days and nights have been so rough
so I finally stopped the bleeding
Vs2
Everyday was filled with pain
I thought I would go insane
I've only got myself to blame
Gonna catch a train this evening
Chorus
How can a man feel right, when it's wrong
I put up with torture for so long
I don't want to feel the shame,
there's no one else to blame, I've had enough
How can a man feel right, when it's wrong
When you feel the truth burning so strong
I don't want to feel the shame,
There's no one else to blame, I've just had enough
Vs3
I'm not sure where this road will take me
All I know is they won't break me
I need a place of peace and safety
Where I know that I'll belong
Vs4
The future isn't bright or clear
I know I've got to get out of here
There's no time for shedding tears
Somehow I've got to be strong
Chorus
How can a man feel right, when it's wrong
I put up with torture for so long
I don't want to feel the shame,
there's no one else to blame, I've had enough
How can a man feel right, when it's wrong
When you feel the truth burning so strong
I don't want to feel the shame,
There's no one else to blame, I've just had enough
I don't want to feel the shame,
There's no one else to blame, I've just had enough
I don't want to feel the shame,
There's no one else to blame, I've just had enough
repeat and fade
October 2,2019
John Derek Hamilton
The curse, the lethargy,
conceived out of wedlock Dawn and Day,
the mother-in-law of the race of the Ogres,
the tub filled with toads, vipers and snakes,
the cohabitant who always stays out -
here's a partial list of the problems
that await the true princesses,
whereas a dreamless sleep is a soteriological ideal of any Buddhist.
Bent over the beautiful princess,
I feel a pang of mercy,
and, rising from my knees, get out of here -
by little Mopsey, the Princess's spaniel, which is lying on the bed,
by the hypothetical fire upon the hearth,
by the doormen in whose cups wine turned into mold long ago
and beyond,
through the wayless wood of existence,
which is not a problem for my ladylove anymore.
As Charles Perrault rightly stated:
“Thorns part before a royal blood only”.
1St Corinthians 13:13 Inspiration Poetry Contest
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It’s time now to have some fun
So less from you of the moribund
It’s time to kick our weights off, including our smelly socks
Time for wishing everyone good cheer, as Christmas is nearly here
It doesn’t matter what we think, or if mine or your feet really stink
Religion just get out of here, as I am looking to New Year
We can then maybe work it out, without having to shout
I told you that until next year, that I won’t even hear
Anything you have to say, but you will say it anyway
At least though then we have another chance to try
The next New Year to make things right
DAMO
My hell is full. Please, go to hell
with all your “as”, “too” and “as well”,
find peace in somewhere else.
Get out of here. My hell is full.
The arguments you give is bull-
sheet. My fatigued tongue swells
to say over and over: hell
is for bad poets only. Tell
me what did write before
you died? The choree, the old school
iambic rhymes and rhythms? You’ll
not enter in my door.
Budge up, you're getting in the way
of many others, dare I say,
true sinners, who have been
forever doomed, forever cursed
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Sometimes I feel trapped in a little box.
That box is surrounded with mirrors inside.
Sometimes I see a light in one of the corners.
Sometimes I try to open that light more to get out,
I try, and try so hard suddenly it goes off.
Sometimes of trying so hard, I give up, I cry.
The mirrors get colder, as I cry.
When the light disappears and comes back,
I look at my face in the mirror.
Sometimes I hear voices.
Those voices can't hear me,
I try to scream, I hit on the mirrors beside me.
Sometimes I try to do anything to get out, I get sad.
Sometimes, as time passes me by I get older,
I survive without food, and water.
I think I'll never get out of here.
Sometimes, I've wondered has it been forever?
God, I am overwhelmed within me,
But you are merciful everlastingly
You release your sincere spirit of shameless serenity
And you wash me thoroughly with it wholeheartedly,
For I've been lost for many a year
I must grin in gladness ear to ear
Fill my bathtub with cheer,
Oh waters of Aphradere
I am content, but down low once more…
I've been brought low, but what for?
I have been troublesome to the core,
For change has been a challenging chore
Engulf yourself into the iridescent island of haven
Eager to reach the highest point in this darksome den
Empathy is in your elevating eyes of mirth
Escape with me to paradise, away from Earth
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost has been lost for many a year
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost can be found, my darling dear
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Cheer up, oh sorrowful waters...waters...
Paint a smile upon your sons and daughters
You utter words of wisdom and it gushes so beautifully and oh so bright
You utter words of lost love and it brushes against me day and night
I am disheartened by the removal of your heart against my own
I am discouraged by the disapproval of our togetherness and making very little progress in the making in this bottomless mess
I am on my own in the woods of my meandering mind, feeling alone
I am disdained by the departure of our happiness, abandoned and left behind in the wilderness of meaningless distress
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost has been lost for many a year
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
Drowning in the waters of Aphradere
What's been lost can be found, my darling dear
I want to get out of here…
I want to get out of here…
I fear for you, my dear…
Shed not a single tear…
Words were meant to fill the grief-stricken solitude
So, let go and let live...
Waters draw near as we meet our mesmerizing interlude
Let happiness and hope appear
Steer your way out of turbulent seas of Aphradere
You know I could have been a rich man,
maybe a Hollywood movie star.
Or rocking out on some spot-lit stage,
singing songs and playing my guitar.
My fans would swoon and beg to touch me,
and they would tell me that I’m just grand.
But because of you, I’m all alone,
too afraid of failure to make a stand.
Chorus:
I don’t want you. I don’t need you,
not gonna stay here and feed you.
Because I have got a new plan,
I’m hiding here inside my sleeve.
Done with doubting and with lying,
with failing at what I’m trying.
I know I can do anything,
as long as I can just believe.
I have decided to move along,
stop lying here curled up on the floor.
Forget the past it can kiss my ass,
I’m gonna toss you right out the door.
Not listening to what you have to say,
you’re always telling me what to do.
Now get out of here and hit the road,
cause you and me are finally through.
Repeat Chorus:
So, if like me, you’ve spent all your life,
trying hard to make your dreams come true
But every time you nearly reached one.
Old Man Doubt took it away from you.
If you’re too afraid to start over,
and don’t know if you can dream again.
Don’t listen to what he has to say,
because Old Man doubt sure ain’t your friend.
Go away get out of here
Your about to live in fear
Run as far as you can go
My fury's about to show
Your actions led me to this
There's not gonna be forgiveness
You don't punch and you don't hit
In a raging angry fit
She was always sweet and kind
Now she's waking up to find
Nightmares that are coming true
You don't even have a clue
How protective I can be
Of my friends and family
I'm so ready to begin
My manhunt, you can not win
He was just crawling out of a cardboard box
And I turned in time to see him fall
Running over to help him up
He cried I don't need no help at all
Reaching under his arm, I helped him stand
I must have stared and I heard him say
Get out of here. Leave me alone.
Don't worry about me, I'll be okay
There's a shelter, can I take you there
You'll get something to eat and a place to sleep
He said I got all that I need ain't going nowhere
I sowed these seeds, now it's time to reap
Sometimes things don't work out no matter how well you plan
For each day of sunshine, you get a month of rain
Then one day you try to dream but no longer can
And the happiness and joy are replaced by pain
Then you drown your pain and move from city to city
You blame everyone else and to yourself you lied
Don't look at me. I don't need your damn pity
Each night you look back and that's when you cried
So thanks for caring but I'll be fine
Got all I want and all I need
Got a brown paper bag and a bottle of wine
Be going home soon, then I'll be freed
So I left him there and went on my way
At home, I thought about him when I got inside
I saw his obituary in the paper the very next day
An old man died in the street, and I sat and cried.