Best Go Too Far Poems
A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES
At Poetry Soup we're admonished
Never to use cliches
They provide us an extensive list
For the error of our ways
But one thing you can rely on
Is people just don't pay heed
Like a dog gnawing a ham bone
Poets write stuff unfitten to read
Over and over again
I traverse the road less traveled
No one understands me
I feel worn to a frazzle
When all is said and done
I'll just wish upon a star
Or perhaps I'll follow the sun
And hope I don't go too far
Since fools rush in
Where angels fear to trod
And people get under my skin
I'll go by the grace of God
When life takes an unexpected twist
And you're plagued by a multitude of sin
Not making money hand over fist
Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend
You have reached the end of your rope
Tired of waiting for your ship to come in
Don't sit around and mope
'Cause you have fences to mend
Curtis Moorman
30 November 2018
how it is on the floor of dance,
the touching feeling sweet romance,
disturbing of the slumbering lance,
will he go too far this time,
perchance,
the question keeps arising...
Don Johnson
re : "A Risque Ballroom Dance" Anne Currin
His love is deep and desperate.
He's crying out her name.
She once showed him affection,
but now she causes all his pain.
A broken heart never mended,
and promises never kept,
his mind grew painful and insane
as he laid silently and wept.
You can't pour out your whole heart
into a love based on a lie.
You're simply running in a circle,
if you're the only one who tries.
"We're here for you, call any time."
said all loved ones of his.
But no one else could ease his pain,
this girl he strongly missed.
He tied the rope around his neck
and reached out for her love,
but she rejected once again,
and fate gave him a shove.
Was death really his intention?
Or did it go too far?
No one on this painful earth
will see into his heart.
But he leaves behind a legacy,
a shining little girl.
May she be blessed with a heart that’s pure
in this cruel and painful world.
*Note*
Cory Decker, My man's best friend, and my best friends man, passed away on May 24,
2008, suicide, something none of us ever saw coming! He was a great friend, and a loving
father to his daughter, Jaden, only 5 months old at the time, who is now a happy smiling,
almost 2 year old Princess!
Singing on the moonlight road
Lies a virtuous heartfelt star.
An emblem that bodes no code
Of masks that may go too far
Strumming on the moonlight road
Lies a spirit of such tender,
Accepting one as a church mode
Rather than a soul of blunder.
Walking on the moonlight road
Lies a friend of no mind game
Showing up here with an ode
A toast to you bearing a Name.
The Name I’m referring to
Is not a name of some brand
Nor a name of the good few
Yet a name of a helping hand so grand!
The Name I’m referring to
Is a veteran of hope
Veteran of an ardent hue,
Yet no veteran of a slope
Therefore, a wise friend is here
To leave you a short message
A message with no damage
That we appreciate your care
"Wild and windblown, that's how you've grown.
Who can cling to a ramblin' rose?" Lyric written by Nat King Cole
Moving on, never still,
You have a restless will.
Always searching for something more.
Never sure what’s in store.
Is there nothing more ?
Always on the move.
Are you looking to improve?
You just cant settle.
You’re perfect now, each soft petal.
Is there something more?
Its true you have a wanderlust.
Travelling around for you is a must.
Never sure where you will go.
I want you to know.
You bring splendor wherever you grow.
Your scent wafts with the breeze.
Who do you travel to please?
All the colors in a rainbow.
Always your beauty on show.
Do you want more?
Climbing yonder tree, even after its death.
Soft as a baby’s breath.
Sweeping across the ground.
A place to remain, have you found ?
Is there any more ?
You have stretched out as far as I can see.
Don’t go too far, come back to me.
Ramble on, strike a pose.
I will always love you, my rambling rose.
There’s no more.
I sit by the river
In that spot where we sat
Together
One night, just us two
Lingering kisses
And gentle affections
Welcoming breathes of acceptance
I sit beside the water
Watching it move in silence
Still yet inspiring
Healing even my thoughts
As they miss you
Wish for your presence
Still waters
Bless me with sprays
Caressing my naked thighs
Brilliant rays
Soften my heart
And I whisper to the light
Longing for you
Your touch, your lips
Your tenderness
I sit by the river
Where no one goes
Its quiet comforts me
I listen to our song
The one that reminds me
In my heart
You’re not gone
Your love lingers on
Always inviting, exciting
Enlightening my thoughts
Mountains rise up
All around the river
Shadowing hopes
In hues of tangerine sunsets
Calico rainbows
And love that knows
I’ll never go too far away
From this place
Where love once danced
Through my soul
Flowing in swells of graceful
Wet clinging to my mind
Repeating the words
You told me
Words I treasure
Like gold
This memory of you
By the river
Is like a star shimmering
With life
Brightening, energizing
Shining, dazzling
Hypnotizing in dreams
Where I am with you
Always together
United by Our Creator
You can pick and choose your friends,
who is true who is pretend
Who needs you then they leave you
If it suits them
then refuse them
Are they there
do they care
do they have nerve
do they dare
is it all one way and nothing back
Are they owed a favour broken track
Looping around and using you
never occurring they should too
It’s not time that makes them close
It’s what they do when you lose hope
Do they celebrate your victories
And sit with you through your miseries
When you use up your energy
If they don’t they’re an enemy
Are they quick to point out what they’re owed
they want it paid back what they’ve showed
Think they’re smarter than you are
Push their luck and go too far
Friends aren’t always what they seem
they’re not always what you need
Sometimes you should up and leave
Even if they feel aggrieved
Their probably a victim
If so they are restricting
Time on them but if removed
Time on you sees you improved
You are unique in all you do,
even the darkened sky remains blue:
to allow the stars to stand out
as those radiant eyes of woman
that shine more than them at night!
Dream and make wishes before dawn;
let them flee to your nearest star,
but ask them not to go too far!
My poem is dedicated to Carolyn Devonshire
on her birthday.
My baby
is an up and coming young thing
My baby
got a lot of talent,
and boy can she really sing
My baby
got stage presence like nobody’s business
My baby
is gonna be a big, big star,
and have a lot of fans blowing her kisses
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
My baby and me
ain’t together no more
I sadly had to let her go,
told her to chase her dream
That’s what true love is,
that’s what it really mean
I couldn’t hold her back,
be onery selfish like that
I encouraged her to fly,
now look where she’s at
My baby
is turning into a big, big star
My baby
is quickly rising up the charts,
right straight to the moon
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna leave
this small town none too soon
I know my baby
is gonna meet somebody else
in her star-studded world
But they better treat her right,
‘cause she was first my girl
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
People think I’m gonna be mad
at my baby, but they’re so wrong
My baby
said I was the first one to believe
And she’s gonna remember me,
sing about me in one of her hit songs
My baby told me
if there was anything I need,
to hit her up on the phone
My baby
is gonna go far, real far
My baby
is gonna be heard at Carnegie Hall,
and every honky tonk bar
My baby
is gonna be on every magazine,
heard in every car
My baby
is gonna be a drop dead,
one big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go far
I’m gonna be seeing the same ole faces
My baby
is gonna be seen in so many different places
I’m gonna be in this here same ole town
My baby
is gonna be jet set globetrotting all around
My baby
is gonna be a big, big superstar
But me, myself ...
I’m not gonna go too far
You are told there is no pandemic.
You are told it’s all a hoax.
You are told it’s a deep state conspiracy.
Three thousand deaths here,
three thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
And then you learn it will end in two weeks.
And then you learn testing is available for anyone.
And then you learn there’s enough ventilators and masks.
Five thousand deaths here,
five thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
But you are assured it will be over by Memorial Day.
But you are assured that hydroxychloroquine is the magic elixir.
But you are assured the states can all reopen.
Ten thousand deaths here,
ten thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Surely you believe it will be over by summer.
Surely you believe drinking Lysol is the cure.
Surely you believe there will be no second wave.
Fifty thousand deaths here,
fifty thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Now you know all the health rules go too far.
Now you know about the government plot.
Now you cheer on the Neo-Nazi protestors.
One hundred thousand deaths here,
one hundred thousand deaths there,
pretty soon you’re talking about real people.
Intertwined in survival,
no one is an island, John Donne observed.
Do not ask for whom the death tolls.
It tolls for you.
Published: Dissident Voice, July 26,2020
Too much is on my mind and
It's haunting me like a bad dream.
Making it tough to sleep and,
When I'm wake when it's effecting me.
A form of fear that won't let go of me.
I wish I could run away,
But it catches up to me
And latches on with authority.
It makes me mad that no one understands me.
Imagine speaking to a deaf person,
Who doesn't know how to read?
Or walking blind with no one to lead.
I'd hate to find out what they really say,
With heads turned the opposite way.
Talking in code like reading hieroglyphics,
I need someone to rescue me from my insecurity.
I hate what stress is doing in me,
I'm in a dark place and it's killing me;
I hate what stress is doing in me.
Whether staring at my eye lids,
Or Eyes wide open in the dark;
It all looks the same,
The color pitch black is all around.
I'm trying to keep myself,
Together and in check.
Great at balancing many tasks,
Without really breaking a sweat.
At times it can become too much
Like overloading a circuit with too many plugs.
Overpowered and burned out,
I need someone to help me out.
The fear of being alone and stranded,
Has got me lost looking for answers.
The weight of fear is falling heavy now,
The colors of death are clear now;
Help me turn away from my path,
Before I go too far on this track.
Life is the presence of death, but once you’re gone there is nothing left for you in the future so you live in the past. For those of us who dwell on past mistakes we become death. Time is friendly if you let it be, but don’t make it your enemy. If you go too far ahead you may become blind. Now you have become the past lost in time. It is best to take each and every breath one moment at a time. No one ever really dies; there flesh just becomes energy in our world of thought. This situation makes our future visit our past
Squiggly lines in the sky become fish that quickly swim away.
Peonies bloom with bursts big and bright, making a splendid display.
Eye-popping patterns of pyrotechnics thrill the young and old.
Colors that crackle make cherry flowers that beautifully unfold.
Trails of sparks can glitter the sky in gold or silvery ways.
Aerial treats are these while anthems play; the heavens are ablaze!
Chrysanthemums, palms, and waterfalls too are capturing our gaze.
Universal in appeal, how traditional fireworks are -
Lights that lift like rockets though they never go too far!
Amazing plethora of pops - the patriot’s delight.
Revelry accompanies the grandest show of the night!
Written Jan. 17, 2016 For the SPECTACULAR acrostic contest of John Hamilton
Saville row suit with lots of loot
You start to talk - his jokes are a hoot
No wedding ring upon his finger
You hold his gaze and let it linger
You leave together in his fancy car
Passionate kisses follow – you go too far
He promises to call you like some men do
Has he just made a fool of you
You don’t know anything; not even his name
It takes two to tango – you are both to blame
Nine months later and your baby arrives
The only thing you know is the car he drives
One day you see this man in the street
A wife by his side, 2 kids at his feet
You stare at him and catch his eye
He looks at the baby and then at the sky
Jan Allison
23rd March 2014
I have no idea where the idea for the poem came from - it just took 5 minutes to write
It’s 5 am, we sneak out of the house
My brother and I, as quiet as a mouse
To his red bike, where I sit on the cross bar
Trusting my brother, we won’t go too far.
Put the worm on the hook, wrap it round well
Or it will wiggle off, and the fish it will tell
Watch the float as it bobs, and pull it in gent-ly
That how my brother taught fishing to me.
Always sneaking out, fishing in the dark
Racing on his red bike, we thought it a lark.
He made me dig up the worms, for the fishing bait
But I wouldn’t squeal, no, that was never my fate
Holding both fishing rods, I hung on real tight
He promised he would teach me to use it just right.
In the river we found we loved to fish best
Often paddling in water right up to our chest.
My brother, he stopped taking me fishing with him
I always caught the fish; he said it was a sin.
Then came the day girls were more interesting than fish
Our fishing days were over, it was never my wish.
So anyone with a rod that they will let me use
I’ll sit on your crossbar, or saddle if you choose
Teach me to fish and to cast it with skill
And I’ll get your worms up, I promise I will.
© ~GG~ 14/11/2012
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