Best Get Up Poems
Candle, candle burning bright,
Blow it out, he wasn’t your white knight.
A new love is waiting if you give it a chance,
But you have to be willing to get up and dance.
4/11/16
Contest No 211 Any Form-Any Theme Max of 14 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Awarded 8th Place
Categories:
get up, courage, dance, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm tired, I ache,
everything's sore.
I kicked off my shoes
as I walked in the door.
Poured myself wine,
curled up in a chair.
It's a Friday night
but what do I care.
Too tired to party.
Those days have passed.
It's p.j.'s and T.V.
I'm comfy at last.
Getting old is the pits
and I needed to vent
since my get-up-and-go.
it got up and went.
Categories:
get up, age,
Form:
Rhyme
Not born of fault but
purely down to chance
Each personal plight
leads troublesome dance
External factors
genes lifestyle and age
Start this desperate
denial why me stage
Physical, mental
emotional state
Well being affects
all those who relate
Sciences detect
deliver quicker
Families worry
don't want you sicker
You know your treatment
comes down to finance
Health Board decisions
can influence chance
It's a lottery
chancing your name
But worry and stress
can be nobody's game
Families concerns
of financial front
Do they need stop work
Help shoulder the brunt
Genetics play part
in medical scare
Lots to consider
maybe long term care
If image altered
will folk notice it
How long till I'm clear
Will my clothes still fit
So many questions
about all cancer's
They may not know now
But they'll find answers
Categories:
get up, anxiety, cancer, caregiving, change,
Form:
Rhyme
Get Up
The further I run into love I lose more and more of me
Seeing the water run off the rocks and not understanding the rain
Knowing that life has not aided the thoughts that I think
Endless breath can you keep a secret of do I keep quiet
It’s so lonely in here and I just want a confidant…
Looking out at the time of day it’s not day anymore
I close my eyes to see the light and its rays calm my soul
The heart rate lower as I sink into my chair of realization
Too close to emptiness and too far from declaration
The music soothes the fear that has taught my feet to run…
Grassroots grown in the topsoil of pain coach me
But how can I be what I will be if I continue to be what I was
Nostalgic hemorrhages touch the cool sweat running down my back
Coercing me to look there in the crevices of yesterday to see you
Find time to gather your senses and plan for the birth of yourself…
The road is paved and path is determined before you were born
Yet, so few minutes of the day has time except for desires just awakening
Panting for the light where seeing and knowing is life ever more
Paying so much to receive so little, not tired, but frequently desperate
Loneliness did this and when will I get the courage to open my mouth…
So blessed, but no one warned of the cost of the blessing
How hard a task to love beyond my love which is insufficient
Let me die so I can live for leaving me alone kills me
Why do I believe in the thing that abandons me so often
Only to reenter and cause me to believe yet again, O fool!...
Get up. Get up. Get up I say! You are not what you have become
LIVE! Yes, I said LIVE! Get up and speak to the Universe
Call unto the winds and declare unto the earth that you are alive
So much buried inside of you and so much waits to accompany you
Love found you lonely; not dying to self has found you lonely
Peace can’t understand you and hope exhausts herself with you
Weary man the world waits for no one, but God waits…
Yes, He waits to grant you your inheritance, so you must Get up now…Get Up!
Andra Westmoreland/2014
Categories:
get up, allegory, change, confusion, feelings,
Form:
Epic
It Was Hard To Get Up This Morning But
Picture you at a sunrise service,
A little chilled watching the sun arise,
Hear the bells calling joy to you,
A choir singing words of hope and love.
Picture the Lord risen, watching, smiling over all,
In the eyes of the loved ones beside you;
The silent city down below, no traffic yet this day,
As you relax and don’t want to leave.
Picture you and your family
Sitting on blankets with a breakfast basket,
You with a thermos of hot coffee,
Boiled eggs and buns, and then,
If you have little ones or even big ones,
Throw around colored eggs to find,
Daily cares left behind, save Love,
He is Risen.
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL.
Categories:
get up, easter, inspirational,
Form:
Imagism
Smell the coffee beans roast burning
In what is supposed to be Living
The storms have long since past
But its wind still blow in your ears
A souvenir chained firm on your wrist
Leeching off the joys that once were
The sun drowns in the ocean
And with it your soul,
A small pleasure we once appreciated
Means nothing, just another load
Weighing heavy on our shoulders
And you remain the silent ghoul
My petitions are still hollow
Oh, if you’d only hear me
Then my yearning love you’d see
Awaken from this frivolous sleep
Get up! , For I will wait no more
For Ignorance’s bliss fades
Categories:
get up, hope, life, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Cal Expos vibrant colourful crowd; jewels as treasures?!
A sea of laughter and excitement; such anticipation
Ushering in together the end of a summers, fading year....
This turning of a decades, leaving the world behind ~
Escapisms wonderful sights; to rest, and then to capture
Utopias hearts within a bottles, dream filled sighs
Memories amid this scrapbook; postcards, collected throughout time....
Beyond the midways bright lights and stuffed animals; thrill rides!?
The fairest wheel turning; screams and smiles; precious lives ~
Walking up to the finish line, to gaze upon the post parade
Unable to recollect, as unto exactly which race, it was
Everything coming to a halt; frozen; as he looks into my eyes....
Warmed by this immaculate thought; possibilities, of a recent born?!
High stepping and prancing; silent words, to be reserved
For a late Autumns morn, many years later; this page so turned ~
A chestnut gelding; no one else around; just he and I....
Coming down the home stretch, amid a chorus of jubilant cheers
Searing, the poles as he passes; golden dust rising from beneath his hooves!?
Shining, majestic mane as that of a crown; something magical, now
Stirring within the whisperings, softly spoken wind ~
Into my very soul; a new horizon; the bluest of metaphores....
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His name, "Get Up America?!"
Categories:
get up, faith, history, life, love,
Form:
I turned to deadly boredom of school
My labors is addressed to dull work
Get up and stop this oppression
this is me
And this is my life
I will not do what you tell me
I will not tolerate it any more
Stay true, that what you believe
And who does not agree with you you can just send in the ****ing hell
Get up and stop this oppression
this is me
And this is my life
I will not do what you tell me
I will not tolerate it any more
and if you begin to understand something
Get up and shout, but they can not understand
none of you want to change anything
this is me
And this is my life
I will not do what you tell me
I will not tolerate it any more
Categories:
get up, people,
Form:
Lyric
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Written for: What makes you wake up each and everyday contest!
Sponsor: Ed Ebbs
Written By: Carol Brown
Categories:
get up, life, love, people,
Form:
Acrostic
Cal Expos vibrant colourful crowd; jewels as treasures?!
A sea of laughter and excitement; such anticipation
Ushering in together the end of a summers, fading year....
This turning of a decades, leaving the world behind ~
Escapisms wonderful sights; to rest, and then to capture
Utopias hearts within a bottles, dream filled sighs
Memories amid this scrapbook; postcards, collected throughout time....
Beyond the midways bright lights and stuffed animals; thrill rides!?
The fairest wheel turning; screams and smiles; precious lives ~
Walking up to the finish line, to gaze upon the post parade
Unable to recollect, as unto exactly which race, it was
Everything coming to a halt; frozen; as he looks into my eyes....
Warmed by this immaculate thought; possibilities, of a recent born?!
High stepping and prancing; silent words, to be reserved
For a late Autumns morn, many years later; this page so turned ~
A chestnut gelding; no one else around; just he and I....
Coming down the home stretch, amid a chorus of jubilant cheers
Searing, the poles as he passes; golden dust rising from beneath his hooves!?
Shining, majestic mane as that of a crown; something magical, now
Stirring within the whisperings, softly spoken wind ~
Into my very soul; a new horizon; the bluest of metaphors....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
His name, "Get Up America?!" *
Categories:
get up, art, baby, cancer, love,
Form:
Cal Expo's vibrant colourful crowd jewels as treasures ~
A sea of laughter excitement such anticipation ushering in together
The end of a summer's fading year; this turning of a decades leaving her world
Behind escapism's wonderful sights to rest and then capture Utopias hearts
within a bottle's
Dream filled sighs memories amid this scrapbook; postcards, collected
throughout time
Beyound his midway's bright lights, stuffed animals, thrill rides their fairest
wheel turning
Screams and smiles joy and laughter precious, priceless lives ~
Walking up to the finish line gazing upon it's post parade: unable to recollect
As unto exactly which race this was ? Everything coming to a halt frozen while
He looked into my eyes warmed by, this immaculate thought possibilities, of a
recent borne....
High stepping prancing silent words to be reserved, for a late Autumn's morn
many years
Later this page revealed ~ A chestnut gelding; no one else around; just he
and I ?
Coming down the home stretch amid a chorus in jubilee's cheers searing their
poles as passing ~
Golden dust rising from aneath His hooves shining, majestic mane be that; of
a crown something magical now
Stirring within these whisperings her softly spoken wind my very Soul: New
horizons the bluest tomorrows love's, metaphor....
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....`His name, "Get Up America?!" ~
Categories:
get up, angel, baby, jesus, love,
Form:
Witnessing eternal beauty bewildering
Touching essence of divinity
Twiddling thumbs...
Two weeks
Yet too weak
The two weak
Crippled and blind
Hungry and wandering witnesses
Give glory infinity
I just separate
And try to remember the clues in this day, it's like hell;
Not knowing how to honor heaven,
I want everyone to know
What do I know?
I know...
As do you, it is in your past callings
Your current dawdlings, your darlings.
It is in you
Suffocation
Of his spirit
Is murder
of
everyone elses
Very Evil
Of us;
Remember to see divinity?
Just get up
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"Absentia Deo. Haect invitat lucifieri, reple animam Deo."
Categories:
get up, faith, religion,
Form:
Free verse
What makes me get up
is the strongest coffee cup,
and the enthusiasm to live a full day:
either indoor to write, or outside to play.
Watching movies is fun, but laziness stores fat in my belly,
sitting on the coach, eating potato chips and drinking cola;
junk food won't harm my body if used moderately...
is there a sunnier, warmer place than California?
What wakes me up is the noise of a robin
tapping on my foggy window with his tiny beak;
if he's hungry, he'll flap...if he stands still, it means it'll rain,
hoping I'll invite him in and warble another tune he learned down the creek.
Vacations are far away, late July on my calendar of active man...
choose North or South, snow or sunshine?
Go skiing, or play gulf all day then dine
at the nearest restaurant, but my choice would be zesty Italian.
Isn't my lifestyle exciting and busy, not envying the rich,
or resent the luxuries they can afford along with caviar and champagne?
My pleasures are simple and inexpensive, like the sandiest beach...
you can come along and experience the thrill of an enjoyable day in slow lane.
Categories:
get up, adventure, food, funny, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
brother's marked tombstone, honoring thy name
Tribute To Armed Forces
And Those Fallen From Wars
R.I.P.
Note I Did Not Lose A Brother To War
But Brother And Myself Did Serve
Him A Marine And Me For Army
But Sadly Enough Others Did Fall
In The Line Of Duty
Also This Is My Entry For
Raul Moreno's Six Word Masterpieces Epigram Contest
Categories:
get up, death, dedication, faith, family,
Form:
Epigram
If you live your life
By sitting back and watching others,
How can you succeed,
And be who you were meant to be?
Categories:
get up, life
Form: