Best Ging Poems
D ining is fast-food
R eading is extinct
A ging is ugly
W alking is inefficient
K nitting is unfashionable
C onversation is abbreviated
A rt is dying
B ackward is society
Categories:
ging, life,
Form:
Acrostic
I had a cat name snowball
she died!
she died!
my mom said she was at the vet
she lied!
she lied!
....
Just Kidding!
Oh no!
Look at this joe
Face on the desk cause he's writing so low
Lifted his head and what did I see:
Oh wah! wah! wah!
Mommy didn't love me!
Saw another girl and her mouth was so cringe
Seem like the pen in her hand wasn't able to unhinge
and I walk passed her and saw some or her words:
life is so lonely
I want to blow some coke
father doesn't know me
people think i'm a joke
Holy ghost and holy spirit!
Why are people so sad?
I thought the guy was A.D.D ing
And the chick was on her rag
I understand that life ain't full of win
But just loathing in it is as bad as a sin!
Cutt-ing yourself
Drink-ing to death
Bin-ging on drugs
So you could feel that "close"
That out of body experience where you leave that "ghost"
Grabb-ing a pen
leave-ing a note
Commit-ing a suicide
If I read more of this depressing stuff I think I will cry!
Listen love
go and feel pain
So your girlfriend dumped you
Then go to the strip club and make it rain!
Uh-oh girl
just lost your job
so now your broke
So go out and shake your ass for some handsome bloke!
I understand if you
get upset
have regret
and want your life to be pushed for reset
but when you go through that you
grow up more
see to explore
find out that you could high again sore!
So write me a love poem with no break up
Write me a story of that one day of endless luck
Give me a riddle where the cow goes mooo
That's right be silly!
Shakespeare doesn't like your emo poems!
I wouldn't too!
ps: hey guys! it's late! and the later it gets the weirder i get!(well it's 3am for me,
idk what time it is for y'all) :D
anywho we all have written our share of emo poems ( i know i have!
heck i still do!) I just couldn't help myself to write this, especially since
my motivation was a shirt i saw that actually said "Shakespeare doesn't
like your emo poems." ( with picture of Will annoyed as heck XD)
...
no not Will Smith :p
Categories:
ging, funny, slamme, write, life,
Form:
Rhyme
P… Poetry that is tangible, somehow
A… lways hanging over my head in the shape of a sun, not a cloud
R… Raging like a fire in my corny little heart
A… ging much more slowly than myself
D… o you really exist?
I … ncredibly tempting, but I’ll pass for now
S… addening to know you’re a long ways away
E… ndlessly in my thoughts
Categories:
ging, places,
Form:
Acrostic
by: Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
Do you remember Gilwell, and the campfire burning bright
The singing and the stories told, well into the night
The Skits played out by each Patrol, the laughter and the fun
We were young and happy, our life had just begun
Sitting round the campfire, singing silly songs
but everyone was doing it, you felt like you belonged
Ging Gang Gooly was a favourite, written by BP
So everyone could sing it, at the First Scout Jamboree
No matter what your mother tongue, just raise your voice and sing
Ging Gang Gooli Gooli Gooli Gooli Watcha, would make the treetops ring
We’d split in groups, and sing in rounds, trying to outdo each other
It did not matter how you sound, each Scout there was your brother.
Then working for our badges, and learning our Morse Code
Tying knots, and signal flags, all part of the Scouting road
the flying fox, and abseiling, showing we’re not scared
for anything the future brings, we will Be Prepared.
Then the secret handshake, which everybody knew,
I’ll shake with my left hand, to show my trust in you
no weapon in my right hand, no harm will come from me
you are a brother Scout, and that will always be
Categories:
ging, adventure, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff)
Ich ging in ein Altersheim
Verkleidet als ein Hase,
Mit einer roten Nase.
Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika
Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner.
Manche lächelten,starrten
Und andere applaudierten,
Wie der Jubel kleiner Kinder.
Die alten Melodien riefen Erinnerungen,
Von glücklichen Tagen hervor.
Besonders bei Gästen mit Demenz.
‘Dank’schön!’ sagte eine betagte Dame,
Mit Tränen in den Augen.
Ihre Augen sagten:
‘Sie haben mir meine Erinnerungen zurückgebracht.’
O, es war so eine Bereicherung,
Den anderen helfen sich zu erinnern,
Den Altersheim-Blues zu vergessen,
Auch wenn es nur für einen Abend war.
* * *
MEMORIES (Satis Shroff)
I went to a home for elderly people
Dressed as a hare with a big red nose,
Wore a bathing gown like the Weihnachtsmann.
I played old German folk tunes,
For the delight of those present,
With my mouth-harmonica.
Some smiled, others stared
And still others applauded,
Like small children with glee.
The olde melodies brought memories
Of happier days to those with dementia.
‘Dankeschön!’ said an elderly lady,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Her eyes said:
‘Thank you for the precious memories.’
Oh, it was such a rich experience,
To help others to remember,
And forget the Care-Home-Blues,
Even for an evening.
I packed my props and went home,
With a joyous heart.
I’ll never forget the tears of the lady.
* * *
Categories:
ging, age, appreciation, depression, how
Form:
Free verse
Where I grew
I felt a cert
that with hair so "ging-eh"
Touch would be revulsion.
So at pitch black 1
when they'd hassled me "You're late"
and the lift was blown off for bad behaviour.
The quick footsteps
grabs, snares, gropes, sniffs and stalks-
I walked alongside secure.
Would they dare touch a ging?
Not even in the narrow
scraps or runs
did I choose the safe option.
Poison of the tongues
that acidly tortured my days,
fell my safety to the night.
...and yet I thought I was a bad runner too,
but sufficient it seems.
So when there's a void,
perhaps it is your glaring eyes to blame,
as it was your lips who taught
the voices that shed the light
away from the bridges
of the estates.
...and spent my luck too early
Categories:
ging, introspection, life, nostalgia, people,
Form:
Blank verse
Als ich Krokusse pflückte
im 1. Jahr,
waren meine Gedanken so sonderbar.
Ich schaute zum Himmel ohne Scheu
und suchte nach Äpfeln im Wiesenheu.
Spazierte dann durch den
schon dämmrigen Wald
und plötzlich kam Wind auf,
es wurde mir kalt.
Ein Reh schaute von ferne zu mir,
ein wirklich schönes so edles Tier.
Dann ging ich nach Hause
mit schnellem Schritt,
fand am Wegrand auch noch Pilze
und nahm sie mit.
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When I picked crocuses
in 2001,
my thoughts were strange,
some memories gone.
I looked to the sky
without being shy
and looked for apples and hay.
I crossed the forest,
the air was still warm,
but sudden cold winds
brought me shiver and
turned into storm.
A deer looked at me
from its shelter behind.
I did not disturb it
and returned back home.
found even some mushrooms
of different kind.
Categories:
ging, natureme,
Form:
Rhyme
Natty disasters sitting in boneyard wing
Hidden rolling shadows re-occurring
Tumbles the rain that rapture bring
All sodden on Golgotha fog·ging
Utterly murky shadows about
Dank teeth beyond the tomb square
The blindness of the swollen moon thereabout
Lightning strike, bitter air scare
The sky cracks as if slashed by a knife
Somewhere in yonder thunder blast wave
Sneak trees creak into the air life
Sinister and frosty on the grave
Spread quaking fears under midnight stroke
Dull spirits near shadowy flagstones
Grasping dark devils amongst the cloud choke
A poet's life, a written dream captured around ghostly tombstones
Categories:
ging, death,
Form:
Quatrain
Play* now with enthusiasm’s power
Lay yourself to morning exercise-leading
Aware of physical needs’ pampering action
Yearning for the adventure-peps of blissful youth.
Play still… though you’re in your prime
Learn new games midst grand kids’ laughter
Attempt to shake your body, and stretch again
Yell with exuberance: “Thank God, I still can… yes!”
Play today… visit the amusement park
Listen to giggles’ mirth of children you love
Acknowledge the Lord’s strength, graciously aging
Yield to play’s joy, overcoming demands of youngster years.
*2Samuel 10:12 Be of good courage, and let us play… and the LORD do that which seemeth him good.
August 19, 2019
2nd place, "PLAY WITH ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier; judged on 8/27/2019.
Categories:
ging, appreciation, blessing, childhood, children,
Form:
Acrostic
If you wanna ride my locomotion
just lay the rail
If you can handle it
wrong way down the tracks
neverending tracks
across the lands
forever going
forward
where are we going?
Going off the tracks
before its too late
your heart understands
why were ging off the tracks
A soulbound prayer chain reaction
your heart
tied to the tracks
over the muddy water
no turning back
the love I keep seeing
taught to me in this way
forget it all again
you are not the one who needs this spiritual healing
cinderella tied to the tracks
of a prayer we weild as a weapon
words are stronger than you know
i could set you up
and you would fall
like dominos
but this is what i understand
we're goin off the tracks
two trains on one rail
a prayer for a weapon
somehow you remain sheltered
asking yourself
whats that sound?
and dont see the train coming
building a weapon out of our prayers
step by step we drop the act
the illusion gone
see you clearly
mothers coming home with something to say
mothers gonna be here
take the confusion away
whose in control of the sideshow?
I'm in the limelight
watching the slide
in the limelight
people seem to shine
in the limelight
life is good
in the background
waiting for you
nothing else to do
given the clocks away
time was something
never mirror that reality
shoed away my own laces
i keep trippin
trippin my way down the street
she said it
im just trippin unglued
not everyone is a fool
scram, scram, scram
scram
Categories:
ging, visionaryprayer, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
I see your happy and please what with you got
I wihs i could say the same,but the truth is ...I'm not
Ever since you been gone,my mind has been off
starting to feel depressed and my hearts a little lost
It kills me to see you smile bec ause i used to make you do that
But somebody took my spot,and your ging her the love that I had
Must be nice
to have somebody to hold at night
And talk to about anything
a person to share everything
I know i shouldnt look back
but she was me in the past
i used to have that
how sad
I hope you don't do to her ,what you did to me and make her cry
You said you would never treat her the same,Must be nice
Categories:
ging, lost love, sad, sorry,
Form:
colour of her kiss
vermillion lips
warm n ten-
er tree of
my wrinkles fallin
leaves dry an
shrivelled s-
eeds retu-
rn to lon-
ging ea-
rth
Categories:
ging, allegory,
Form:
You were sharp|ning grass
With your eyes | sit & fixed
Again | a substitute for mow|n
Machine chug|ging along lug
Nuts, molar friction | u - r - n .
Lawn stretches of up|beat
Beach | was there even wind?
Filet a cannonade me | see
The crayons fly | in a circle
A head | towards blu|er | stretches
There | where clouds resemble.
Light is a commodity, scream!
Silly | man | omnibus no teacher
Not even a man. Well still: Lorine
Niedecker e|merges like new
Breath, pulp come together
Mis|hearing cranes, a making
Multicolor wax, bending fuse
Forge |X| fissure for left foot |
Right foot,—we'll find a job a kind
Of game | it’s just planes turned
Paper crane | creosote guardians
A dead lean-to shouldering volts.
Categories:
ging, anxiety, conflict, grief, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
i have two words for you....im done.
but htis time,
im not kidding.
i know ive said that a million times before,
but im serious.
ive given you so many chances,
to do me right,
but you screw up every time.
but i have a couple questions before i go,
is she really worth it?
will she be there in the end?
can you honestly say that she's ging to forgive you,
no matter what you do?
is she the one that's gonna put up with all your games?
i want to know the anwsers,
cause if you were asking these questions about me,
every one of them,
would be yes.
but i hope she makes you happy,
cause its not my job anymore.
i hope one day you'll see,that im the only one,
who can and will put up with you.
but when you do realize this,
it'ss be too late.
because im leaving now.
Categories:
ging, love, hope,
Form:
Happy natal day, Sister Ging,
The wind that blows is so gentle;
The birds in the air chirp and sing,
The short sharp sound they want to tell.
Topic: Birthday of Ging Natal (March 14)
Categories:
ging, birthday,
Form:
Quatrain