Best Got Swept Poems
The One
Lilies were lifting
white faces up to the sun.
I gazed up at him
as he leaned down to kiss me. . .
He - a white knight - was the one.
White - A Love Story
White was the blanket on which we lay
under the clouds of that warm April day.
White were the lilies perfuming the air.
How happy was I - my white knight was there.
Summer arrived; on sand gleaming white
we lay in the sun and kissed until night.
White was the gold of the ring that I wore
and bright like the love of the one I adored.
White was the dress I carefully chose
for our special day, and white was the rose
he placed on our bed, its sheets - white as milk -
were smooth like his skin and woven in silk.
White was the snow our first Christmas day
before all the whiteness got swept away!
In the dark casket, his face seemed so pale
as I bent to kiss my true love farewell.
At My White Knight’s Grave
into stone cold ground
his black casket was lowered. . .
snow fell all around
tanka/rhyme/senryu
Inspired by Anthony Slauson's Whiteness Poetry Contest
Your gentle gestures ...
soft velvet words
made me open my hard shell
You said you weren’t looking for love,
but you stumbled upon it anyway
and fell
For so very long,
I hid within my thoughts
Too afraid to venture out and find
someone who had a kindred spirit
like mine
Instead, I shut the door to my heart,
closed the curtains
and lowered the blind
It was starting to get late,
the light of hope was beginning to fade
And in the late evening,
at the falling of the last rays
You passed by like a butterfly,
and floated a hello my way
Got swept away on a breeze of love,
basking in your late evening sunshine
You made me open the door to my heart,
open the curtains
and raise the blind
I felt the warmth on my skin
of a late evening brilliant lumenescence
I felt it deep within,
the heat of your late evening sunshine
You said you weren’t looking for love,
but in the fading light
that’s what you did find
Death wore a glamorous mask,
death wore a beautiful dress
Death gave him one night of pleasure,
death gave him an empty sex life full of regret
When he met her, she was the life of the party
Promiscuous and bewitchingly fly
Had men and women flocking all around her,
but those pretty birds weren't on the menu that night
She was a tigress in the club jungle,
feline with one painted striped eye
He didn't know he was her prey,
that death on high heels had chosen him to die
She stalked him, then caught him on the dance floor
Whispered seductive things in his ear
She said her name was Chimera,
and she offered carnal desires most men couldn't ignore
He got swept up in the heat of passion,
then led away to her private hotel lair
She urged him to come inside her,
and coaxed him to scream her name
She said she wanted him to remember that night,
because he would never see her again
Death wore a deadly disguise that night,
death came in the form of a femme fatale
Death brought him a lifetime of pain,
once he laid down on that bed straight from hell
I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.
I stood on a road watching intently
a little mouse. A car shot past bowling
me over and slicing off half of my tail.
It stung like hell and dripped blood.
Finding a cool stream I placed my tail
within, oh the blessed relief I knew
I had been lucky, one life now done.
My next life also flashed by as
hunter became prey, I ran for
my life from a pack of hungry
wolves barely escaping their
razor sharp fangs and hot breath.
Fishing for salmon I ventured
in too deep and got swept away
tumbling through rapids, banging
into rocks lucky to be washed ashore.
Bedraggled I lie in the sun
I swallowed way more water
than I drink in two days.
Shivering as I dry off.
Maybe four is the charm
as now I am much wiser.
Oh no I followed my nose
to an enticing exciting smell.
It led me straight into a mire
churned up by rooting pigs
I was being sucked down
exhausted I finally lay still.
Well a miracle happened
the muddy slime released
its deathly grip and I was
able to slowly wriggle free.
What a state my fur was in
muddy slime all over me
only one thing to do and
that's take a hated bath.
As I rolled in the shallows
I felt a change in pressure
and ran for my life chased
by angry snapping jaws.
Piranhas I had disturbed
Nearly ripped to shreds
I slipped away to rest up.
Unfortunately as I drifted
off I started getting stung
I was under attack from
angry bees I was lying
right over their hive.
Fast as a streak I headed
yet again for the river
and dunked myself again
and again till they were gone.
Seven lives already used up
and I was still only three years.
A few years past uneventfully
I am getting the hang of things.
One dark stormy night
sheltering in a leafy tree.
It got hit by lightning
knocking me to the ground.
Fur still burning I looked
a real fright, a cartoon cat
with hair on end whilst all
I really wanted was a quiet life.
Well I have used up eight
of my nine. I now mainly
sleep my days away. The
urge of adventure quietly rests.
My day will come soon
now as age takes its toll.
I am stiff and nearly blind
so I lay down a final time.
As I beheld the lovely sunrise
It was like viewing a beautiful surprise
It was so mesmerizing and captivating
And utterly breathtaking
I got swept up in it's beauty
As though it was my duty
I didn't want the moment to end
It was a great start to my weekend
Alexis Y.
5-9-17
12/20/21
Ten hut!
Can't let up
Even though, it can get messed up
Really F'd up
Do not get fed up
Keep your head up
Stay sharp, don't get set up
Careful where a disagreement ends up
Heads up!
Many fast to wet up
From the legs up
To the neck up
Bleeding out a color similar to Ketchup
The proof was there or quickly got swept up
Prices continually went up
Falling behind, because you never kept up
Get your bread up
Often in life you'll have to step up
Sped up
Engines revved up
Couldn't let it go, so they dredge up
Old news they spoke and penned up
But I did my homework and read up
So you're about to get shred up
You'll never surface, even after a check up
Kept mine, others went against their own word
Too late to sojourn
At the point of no return
Due to a slow burn
Often went through the wringer
You'd think I've been on Jerry Springer
She wants the whole world and a gem on her finger
Meanwhile around the corner death always lingers
Hit them with another zinger
Hook, line and sinker
As I continue to tinker
Ya'll can be some stinkers
I always put on a blinker
Soon to give up being a daily drinker
Becoming a complex thinker
Avoiding any gold diggers
Feeling vigor
It's time I'm onto something bigger
Don't need to reconsider
Even though many are quick to pull the trigger
People continuing to bicker
Remaining bitter
Known as a fibber
Caught up on twitter
It's been pleasant or gotten sicker
Going well or down the s***ter
Staying clean or full of litter
A whole nation hooked
Easily getting cooked
And forsook
They never caught on or looked
Strength, dedication and heart is what it took
Couldn't find it all from a book
Had to put each foot
Through miles of soot
By the end they were shook
Or tried to portray me as a crook
Not a big fan of dungarees
Getting tired of all this gluttony
Too much redundancy
And puppetry
Still living sucker-free
Yet another attempted to humble me
So I got the upper hand suddenly
Their soul the devil took custody
I continued on triumphantly
Cautious of who's around as company
She's just a tease
And he's such a sleaze
Try to touch my cheese
Then the trigger of a gun I squeeze
Doesn't matter if you run or freeze
Millennia ago it started as a rock
that was about the size of a fist.
It got swept to the edge lodging
against two mighty bounders.
Staying there for a century or two
it was finally small enough to escape.
Tumbling down the face of the fall
it landed at its shingle coated base.
For many years at least five hundred
it was tossed and rolled and polished.
Now the size and shape of an egg
it glistened and sparkled in sunlight.
Finally washed out it headed seaward
coming to rest on a sandy beach.
Where it was found and treasured
by a child who saw its magic and lore.
Father Christ Jesus listeners often got swept by His charismatic manner
Blurted their intention to follow Him
That does not mean they were ready to be true disciples of Father Christ Jesus
In this Gospel story
A man wanted to follow Father Christ but was deflated (let down) when Father Christ pointed out that He had no home
His followers would have none of the things considered necessary for a happy life
Following Jesus or Father Christ wouldn’t always be comfortable and that thought turned many away
For the second man in the story
The timing wasn’t right
He wanted to fulfill his duty to his dying father before setting out with Father Christ Jesus sets the agenda
Our duty is to obey Father Christ Jesus knew that looking back while plowing can ruin the job
He used that example to help the third man that we need to have a singleness of purpose to His disciple
We still have to make sacrifices to follow Father Christ Jesus
But He promises that the rewards will be worth much more
Think, your rhymes are quick and rapid No record, on the wall? Aah! Snap, it went placid Tell’n me all how, you did this and that, rat a tat tat but it doesn’t matter, coz when it hits the fan, you are shattered Your rap's are just RIP’s, while tryn to give your cousin’s, the slip
You ain't lived the Dozens and my roots, aint under your whip While your mind's a buzzin, you want respect, show me your intellect Not how many, brother’s and sister’s you done rekt Your eyes roll on fleek, coz now you lost the beat Let me, slo-mo matrix’s style and then repeat It’s not bullet time, so just chill and don’t take the pills The drugs-n-thugs, got swept under the rug, need a refill? Thinking, you’re off the hook , read a book! Absurd, you think but in word, you’re just a reverb
By the bank of a meandering stream
underneath the weeping willow tree,
Recall the endearing days of our dream
like the wily wind, whimsical and free.
Then the dark clouds rolled over our sky
In the pouring rains you got swept away,
The shrubs and the bushes knew not why
where and in whose arms you quietly lay.
Scouring the skies with the footloose moon,
Deep in the woods, across shimmering sea,
Oh, my forlorn heart vows to find you soon
lest falling prey to cruel time you forget me.
Waiting by the stream your name I often call
wailing underneath this weeping willow tree
all seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall,
From this dire fate do come and set me free.
"You broke my heart" Nicola Byme contest
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of the mountain
Freshly breaking new ground, hopeful for the warm embrace of the eastern sun
At first I was a seedling that rode from the western winds of a hurricane
My face dripped from Sea Breeze, like tears of joy
I got swept away, I flew
Higher than Hot Air Balloons
That are gigantic floating Chinese lanterns whose mouths are fuelled by a tongues ablaze
Incinerating
I Ride on the backs of Geese
Their steel like apparatus wings catches the prevailing winds
I nestle myself amongst the bed of sweet grasses
I lay awake at night listening to the howling wolves
Who cry for their unrequited lovers, they are four legged Shakespearean Artists.
I feel the cool trickle of the neighbor Glacier Lake that nourishes me, what the perfect welcoming
committee
I am but a tiny sapling
Growing on the side of a mountain
Watch in awe as I grow magnificiently
Pursuing
(Verse 1)
I've been running
Running to you
But was I really running
To someone who didn't want to pursue
You said you liked me
You said you cared
But in my darkest hours
You were never there
You just said what I wanted to hear
That's not what I need
I need someone who loves me for me
Tell me what's a girl to do
When she is rushing to be pursued
(Chorus)
Take your time, just wait
You don't want to make a mistake(mistake)
Being with someone just because
That's not what you've dreamed of
Its OK to be you
But no matter what you do (you do)
Don't just rush to be pursued
(Verse 2)
What's the definition of a mate
They help you balance your plate
They add that charm
To your day
A bright smile you'll display
Picking out the small things
What a joy it brings
To know that you, have something so pure and true
Its your time , you've waited
Got swept off your feet its an understatement
The feeling you feel makes you
Know how it feels to be pursued
Chorus)
Take your time, just wait
You don't want to make a mistake(mistake)
Being with someone just because
That's not what you've dreamed of
Its OK to be you
But no matter what you do (you do)
Don't just rush to be pursued
(Hook)
Its OK, to have feelings
Let it be with someone
Who wants more than just dealings
Its OK , to have feelings
Let it be with someone
Who wants more than just dealings
Chorus)
Take your time, just wait
You don't want to make a mistake(mistake)
Being with someone just because
That's not what you've dreamed of
Its OK to be you
But no matter what you do (you do)
Don't just rush to be pursued
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
11/25/2016
It’s mortuary time to a-tone deaf clock in
to the pawn fate
of warlock plans that bewitch angle bend
The hourglass is turned over again,
wearily watch the
sands of your inhalation dwindling
In a despot time of greed,
second-hand puppets do the dying
Ag coin commodity bleed
Feel the avarice reign,
those tempestuous profit tears falling
Be the fodder battlefield fed,
pleb body debt chained
Intellectual properties acquired
in the gold piece accord
Condo hearts time share expired —
Mortgaged souls
got swept off the board
In a weepy eye time of need,
first class haves
deafly ignore the poor pleas
Cadaver cold tongues
toll the hell bells rung
Burning that pulse promissory scrip
with pirate-pierced, profiteering lips
Feel the ageless pain of bosom misery
in this modern time of ancient greed
The first time I saw him I was smitten,
he wore black leather;
and in nice weather.
That day our destiny was written,
my heart he held tight;
all through that long night.
I was a captive to his stare hypnotic;
it was sensual, surreal and erotic.
Oh, how he broke this . . . girl.
I was innocent and he, my first love,
and I got swept up;
drinking from his cup.
He was the restless hawk and I, the dove,
his voice my haven:
his hair so raven.
I did not see that I had lost all my friends:
and family- and on him my life depends.
Oh, how he broke this . . . girl.
His kisses could be sweet and turn cruel,
and often they hurt;
and I felt like dirt.
He was the king and I was his jewel,
yet, his words held me;
but my soul said flee.
I needed to abandon this dreadful hell,
this deep chasm I was in like a jail cell;
I did- yet a piece of him will always dwell.
oh, how he broke this girl,
but could not break this . . . pearl.
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May 8, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/My First Love
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1020-540-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Garinage Contest
sponsor, Gregory R. Barden
Third Place
In my dream I met
A young lady in fret
Immediately I had a desire
Like a moth drawn to fire
For she did need a hero though
To save her from life’s woe’s
Such beauty I have never seen
Not even in any other dream
BUT THEN I got swept away
From life’s woes who led me astray
I longed for you both day and night
“Angel from God” so bright
It seem now that I’m in need
To be saved from these woes-take heed!
Will I ever wake
from this heavenly-hell state?
Who is this in the far I see?
It is you! Am I free?
At last you came for me
As if sent from Thee
Suddenly I’m awake
Was this all fake?
But who is this next to me
my beautiful wife sent from Thee
My life with you is no dream
and your name now I know, Corine
Who would’ve known in her so sweet
When I kissed those little feet
Was our beautiful baby girl
Her skin as white as pearl