Best Go Across Poems
Wally Weasel Loves to Paint
Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot.
Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not.
Poor Wally, when he’s finished, is a sight that you must see.
He’s a living breathing rainbow from his head down to his knee.
Wally gets excited when he takes his brush in hand.
If you’re smart, you’ll go across the room and there is where you’ll stand.
His brush goes this way, then goes that way, nothing can escape
The splatters. If you stand nearby, you’ll need a plastic cape.
There are eighty-seven pictures, every one is of himself,
There’s a special place he puts them all upon a special shelf.
He likes the color orange, and must buy it by the ton.
His house looks like a tangerine in every room but one.
And in that room you’ll never guess what color’s to be seen.
His tiny little studio is painted bright lime green!
His painting smock’s magenta and has polka dots of red.
Also, there’s a blue beret upon his little head.
Now let us go, let Wally paint. His work has just begun.
Maybe he will show it to us when the picture’s done.
Categories:
go across, children,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
When I am physically weak,
And have a lot of pain,
Feeling so worn out and sick,
And under a lot of strain;
Oh! I need a strong shoulder
To lean on and bury my tears,
To comfort and make me bolder,
And wipe away all my fears.
When I'm tired and oh so weary,
With troubles to bend my back,
When life seems so very dreary,
And courage I do lack;
Oh! I need strong loving hands
To unburden me gently,
To lead me across this desert's sands,
And to refresh me mentally.
When I'm all set and prepared to die,
To go across death's dark vale,
Ready to rest, to peacefully lie,
And put an end to my painful tale;
Oh! What joy and peace to see
My loving Shepherd, with arms open wide,
Watching and waiting just for me,
To take me to His nail-pierced side.
Oh! My Saviour! How great to be
Carried on His shoulders strong,
With His loving hands enfolding me,
As I sing along a brand new song.
With renewed strength and refreshed hope,
I wait on Him, as life goes on,
With troubles and tears, now I'm able to cope,
As I look forward to that new dawn.
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14.5.2011
Categories:
go across, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
There are more happy faces,
As we go to different places,
Don’t know what the fuss is about,
Guess, I’ll have to wait till I sprout.
So many colorful lights to see,
They’re all hanging on the tree,
Look at the special ornament,
From far away it was sent.
The icy weather is not around here,
One of the boxes has hockey gear,
In summer, we go across the border,
Soon, Santa will get my order.
Next year should be more fun,
Watch as I open gifts one-by-one,
Until then, I’ll have to wait,
Later, Dad will teach me to skate.
Categories:
go across, baby, christmas, family, hockey,
Form:
Rhyme
today was wiped away
my lonley tears will run
down my face.
one day we will meet face to face i hope i can proudly say
i was yours to be the will of faith.
i took the heartacche, i took your pain, i saw in your lonley sorrow eyes how much the words i love you until i die .
my wings will fly high as i go across this mysteryious sky.
my mind is set at peace.
i understand the sacerfices life had to be given to me.
one day my golden light will shine apon your face i hope you can see how much i really appreciated everything you tought me throughtout my lonesome sad life.
thank you god , for another safe kept life
i promise you forever
\i hold the key to my room
quitley i must go back to my mistunderstood somewhat wonderful life.
i fiqured out my flaws , now i just wanna fly high in that beautiful night sky .
Categories:
go across, anniversary, art, assonance, beauty,
Form:
Sapphic stanza
Every day before the sun would set, my husband and I would have a glass of wine.
We would sit on the front porch admiring nature’s glory before us so fine!
We would enjoy the view of my husband’s hard work in our beautiful yard.
He was an expert country gardener, nothing for him was too hard.
We would take our glass of wine, and take a leisurely walk around the grounds,
Inspecting each flower and the vegetable garden, happy we didn’t live in town.
The roses were looking splendid, the dahlias brilliant, the impatiens had multiplied...
The flowers were at their peak, and it was wonderful to be outside!
In the vegetable garden we would find new squash, tomatoes, and beans,
Then we would pick some swiss chard for supper to have our greens.
We would go across the pond and sit in the gazebo for a different view,
Admiring the fountain, and the endless sky that was so blue.
Finally we would head back to the house to get our dinner started,
And after the flower and vegetable tour, we were recharged and lighthearted.
Looking back, I would not trade anything for those late afternoon strolls.
We were one with nature, appreciating God’s beauty to the depths of our souls.
Categories:
go across, beauty, flower, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
I want to go across the sea to Dublin.
Immediately is when my journey must begin.
There is a pretty Irish lass waiting for me there.
She has cool blue eyes and lovely red hair.
Here in the states, I miss her all the while.
The lady waits for my return to the Emerald Isle.
My woman is really a great beauty to see.
She gets me higher than a shot of Irish whiskey.
I want to book my Aer Lingus flight.
Over the ocean is where I will fly overnight.
I will arrive at Dublin’s airport before sunrise.
I cannot wait to gaze into those blue eyes.
I want to hug and kiss her, and take her by the hand.
Big 747, I am in a hurry to get to Ireland.
Categories:
go across, love, travelblue, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Santa's task is to fill heart and soul with mirth
Inside all of us is the joy he left on earth
Let us learn of Jesus, and the reasons of his birth
Emphasize respect for all things on earth
Nightly bringing peace, here on Mother Earth
Thoughts of life in heaven, and a purpose on this earth
Now all are blessed, with his grace and mirth
Instead of seeking wealth, sing praises of his birth
Go across this country and spread his words of mirth
Healing, health and hope for lasting peace on earth
To all "Merry Christmas" try not to increase your girth
Any Old Acrostic Contest
using the phrase
"Silent Night"
Categories:
go across, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Acrostic
The beautiful things we ignore
The ulgy things we enjoy
In search of the purple elephant we ravage the earth
from Alpha to eta
Down to Omega
There is no more tree in this dystiopian land
Because we can no more farm
Greed has burried our land
Looking for miracles we forget our God
In search of churches that call their pastors Lord
But I dont need to step out of my room because I talk to my Creator
He is my motivator and my protector
Young ladies go out in search for the purple elephant
They crave for wealth that is not relevant
They try to cheat time
And do all sort of crime
Selling their bodies for money
But they become an empty shell
Like a dry barren well
Why search for the purple elephant
When there is treasure under your feet
And your mind and be expanded
So that you never worry about what to eat
In search of the purple elephant that you may never find
When if you go across the Atlantic and leave this place behind
Your paradise is in your mind
It all start with how you think
If you love your fellow brother
Then this world will never shrink
Categories:
go across, africa, allegory, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Ice box in my chest, hasn't thawed out yet, last summer-
I waited for the waves of you to crash,
Go under- I assumed Id drown so fast I'm sinking now and your in the past
Now winter youve entered and so fasinating as you've rendered list so captivating
And I don't trust
Attraction much but you seem so summertime serene and yet i freeze at just the thought of u I get
Over maintenance stabization mode an ode to let's go back and track
Marks of your death reminders that
Winter owes me frozen convos woken dreams relapse
The snowflakes soon will hurt all of me I can't be
In love with my serenity while cheating with impulsivity
Regret this
Winter solstice change into the sun and warm me up some getting hotter
Just to be icy hot there's levels to
The have you have not tempted flowers stop
Once rented growth in flower pots they owned theyve overgrown and no one knows if they could bloom where planted since they froze
A petal tried to call and rest or let's say hide hybernate is best
When live or does the scarlet letter chests
Wonder how to know no yes
I can tell you nothing and say this
Summertime has had it's bliss and we can hustle it's just what we know risk everything to reap what's sown
The streets get cold in summers heat whereive resides in the concrete
Your feet tip toes to go across and sleet defeats heartbreak for just a nights heartache and such zero goes and u won't take
A note for Valentine's bday that's February 14th 8th aquarius now married
To pain and much hypocrisy once honest becomes liars we
Live in n December whenever we mark the calendar and see
We left home in the summers heat so freezing cold we couldn't see
The time we took to fall in love, devoured us completely by just month 3
And our anniversary is the
Blizzard that is 6 feet high love you till death does us part we due inside the eye of the tigers winter storm
Where your arms would freeze so frozen warm that I burned in misery
Categories:
go across, addiction, anxiety, desire,
Form:
Free verse
As i start chasing, running into the night sky.
I find a feeling, something, to good to let slide.
Realizing I'm now reaching the end.
I come to a bridge, its broken and bent.
It has scars, rust forming on the sides.
What does this mean, was this my life?
I think about everything i did.
I simply wonder, how, why not this.
I walk up to the bridge, and touch the broken step.
It burns many layers on my finger tips
A rose lyes on the other side.
So beautiful, yet, its not mine.
I try to reach, go across the bridge.
But the one step i took it started caving in.
I jump back. realizing that this was everything my life had been.
I proceed and take one step on the bridge, and began to fall.
I open my eyes, the rose is in my hand.
I see my best friend who had died when we were 10.
Categories:
go across, liferose,
Form:
Free verse
Laid down on the sofa today, memory
taking me back to teen years of so long ago.
When friend Danny and I would go down
town on Saturday afternoon to see a movie
at the Paramount, a movie palace with a wide
screen, that would put the theaters of today to shame.
We saw such movies as "The True Story of Jesse James",
Gunfight at the Ok Corral", "The Incredible Shrinking Man'
and so many more. Sometimes we would go over to Marshall's
Music room next door and play records for hours in the sound booth
upstairs, where we would listen to such stars as Jerry Lee Lewis, Buddy Holly, little
Richard, Chuck Berry, The Everly Brothers, Bill Haley and the comets,
the man who started Rock ' n Roll. Then later we would go across the street to the
City Drug and have a coke for ten cents, then catch a bus home. Where on
Saturday night these two college students from Iowa State had a TV Show called
Graves 'n Manor, which showed monster movies until 2 in the morning, we made
some popcorn and had our Pepsi in the bottle.
Lets not forget this was the year that " Leave it to Beaver" had its start on TV
and American Bandstand and a very young Dick Clark was on Saturday afternoon.
This was the year that the New York Yankess and the Milwaukee Braves played
in the World Series won by the Braves in seven games.
Ford put out one of the best cars ever that year, which for a time was driven by
Ward Clever on "Leave it to Beaver". My brother who was still in the Navy came
home on leave and to our surprise had bought one and brought it home with him,
and my friend Danny and i helped my brother wash it one Saturday afternoon,
while we listend to "That'll Be the Days" What a car, what a song, and what a great
year it was, I could write a book about this year along.
Written 5-12-11
Categories:
go across, nostalgiabrother, brother, friend, drug,
Form:
Entertainment in My Youth
By Franklin Price
revised and reformatted to poetic prose
(an experiment for me)
5/28/2017
Entertainment came quite easy, I could do it for myself. The public library had lots of books, they stored them on the shelf. I could check them out, and from them, could travel anywhere. See the world through reading and never leave my chair.
I could go outside and eat an orange, or I could ride my bike. A safer place it was back then; could go anywhere I liked. Could go across the river, a week-end show to see, a dime spent on a Saturday was admission there for me. Cartoons and several serials; Flash Gordon comes to mind. Still in downtown Cocoa, the building you will find. Movies shown no longer, plays are there for you to go. The State Theater still entertains; so go enjoy the show.
After the show was over, to Goulds old store we went. Such a magic place for kids, some allowance there we spent. Had military equipment and special things galore. If we had been the least bit rich, we may have bought the entire store.
If we were lucky, when we left, to cross to the Island side, the draw bridge would be opening and the tender let us ride. We stood in the middle as the bridge swung half around, blocking the cars, passing the boats to far off places bound.
At night we had a radio; no TV 'til fifty-three. We would gather close and listen to special programs there for me: The Shadow knew, Lone Ranger too, fights on Friday night. The music of the Grand Old Opry made listening just right. We played some games both board and card; the donkey's tail did pin. I was the youngest, not as smart, sometimes they let me win: Monopoly, Checkers, Old Maid, and cards of War. The table's space was not enough so we played them on the floor.
If we needed money there was a jelly factory near. The product made from guavas; the need for them was clear. The trees grew wild, or maybe not ,with buckets we would go; fill them up and take them to the factory for some dough.
Much more entertainment I could tell you without fail. Some things we did there, in the past, may now get days in jail. So I think I'll stop for now and let you imagine all the rest. My childhood life was more than good, it was the very best.
Categories:
go across, life, youth,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Alone,
Alone at night,
My legs,
Feel hot as light,
And I sit,
I sit alone,
On my own,
At night to reflect,
Are they correct,
Are they direct,
I only know,
Are my reflections in a row,
No one knows except me,
No three he’s or she’s would understand,
My head is my land,
It’s not special or grand,
It’s my thoughts,
They tend to not go across,
Who knows what is my source,
I don’t have to force,
As I sit alone,
I may have thoughts
They are unknown,
And as this the end,
I go to my bed,
I rest my head,
And go to sleep
And I don’t wake up,
From the deep.
Categories:
go across, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
On a frosty opaque day in windy winter
I, an old defoliated tree denied the sky and the soil
by the young aggressive ones spreading branches,
walk out of the green forest in sheer desperation.
Crossing the contorted contours of the barren badlands,
I go across the pallid plateau to a city quite far,
where I could see no sun shining with survival panacea,
so I couldn’t soak the rays to get my lost foliage back.
I could neither find sustaining soil of bonding sympathy,
so I couldn’t stand upright in the storm of strife.
Dejected, I then morph into a human figure without roots
in the remote corner of the concrete forest.
In dismal unkind desolateness my heart soon breaks,
and the forsaken fragile hands hang unheld,
picking up pining the strewn shards abandoned,
from the cauldron of a smoldering summer day.
Disillusioned, I walk back to the forest I once left,
and burn the essence of humanity in the forest fire.
January 29, 2021
Title used : If I Were A Tree
Contest : If I Were A?
Sponsor : Mysytic Rose Rose
Categories:
go across, analogy, city, humanity, tree,
Form:
Personification
Across I go, Across broken plains
Across many aches, across hidden pains
Through mountains of misery
Through contorted faces of false bravery
Rushing towards Faraway Lands
Rushing forwards, with outstretched hands
As a blind man, seeking an illusory light
As a scared man, trying to escape the fright
Across I go, across frigid wastes
Across desolation, across Hell’s gates
Through valleys of smouldering snow
Through dead woods, which were once known to grow
Rushing towards Roaring Falls
Rushing over weeping walls, through wailing halls
As a dumb man, crying out in a drunken swoon
As a deaf man, harkening to an impending doom
Across I go, Across a bridge over a moaning chasm
Across a broken heart, across an involuntary spasm
Through shadowy, turbid, torpid fen
Through all this I go, my internal devastation, I ken
Categories:
go across, angst, confusion, depression, fear,
Form: