Best Grams Poems
Here's the doodle, way out West
mind's a noodle, not depressed,
searched the Pantry's, not to guess
where's the boot, hat, cowboy's vest!
Fair and Rodeo, next month soon,
all the young'uns needing room
their vacation, munching's boom
cupcakes, chips, the same old tune!
This might work, the cattle breaks
and roping tricks combine to make
the Western motif for land's sake
I'll do their garments as a bake!
Sprig some chocolate on the boots
and colored bits, the vests light up,
and say that Cowboy hat, iced blue,
who can resist this interlude!
While calves are tangled by tossed ropes
these plates of cookies will win folks
and on the fair grounds, horses broke
will highlight ranching moments told!
And at the Bake Shop, not to boast
their pastry goodies had before,
ranch style brings my feelings high,
the colors bouncing upwards score!
Now grab a plate, this will be fun
maybe an entry, I should make
these charming cookies Number One,
should bring the biggest hungry down!
Categories:
grams, blessing, boy, , western,
Form:
Monorhyme
Grams, She said
don't give me thm dead flowers
plae em by the tree~
Dun giv me no live flowers
Fer they will wilt wit me
Dun giv me naw dead flowers
I wan sumthin alive
Give me sumthin that movin like a sports car
LOL
Categories:
grams, adventure, analogy, car, flower,
Form:
Free verse
With one last sigh
My soul is expelled
Twenty-one grams
Floating upward, high
I'm light
Effervescent
Free
Twenty-one grams
That’s all I am
That’s all that’s left of me
I left behind
My body
Still and unmoving
On the scale
calcuator, pen
The doctor total tell
Unaccounted Weight:
21 grams
**For further understanding refer to the work of Dr. Duncan MacDougall
http://historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory
Categories:
grams, death, faith, mystery,
Form:
A COUPLE OF GRAMS OF HEART
Step right up,
See the man, the man with a heart,
weighs no more than an ounce or two.
Broken in all the wrong places,
but there are no right places to be broken, apart.
Watch him dance, try him at cards
see if he is not just as much man as you -
with only a couple of grams of heart.
Love has torn him apart
this man with so little heart,
ripped him a-shred and asunder.
He knew right from the start
if he'd just acted his part
the part where he gave up all
the truth in his heart -
there would be lightning to pay for the thunder.
He'd be brave if he could,
put on a big show, a show to end them all.
But he just does not have enough in his shirt
to stand up in spite of the fear and the hurt,
and dare to look out over the wall,
to risk the question that makes him so small -
will you love me, just as I am, after all?
Categories:
grams, courage, emotions, feelings, girl,
Form:
Free verse
socio economic pyramids and parallel o grams in space.
I do like uncle sams green eggs and ham.
Let the world crash, start over again.
**** the student loans.
They dont put you in prison for office crimes.
Put your credit in the recycling center
Categories:
grams, death,
Form:
Free verse
My grandfather bitting grams
My faher sending telegrams
I'm now engaged in IT programmes!
Categories:
grams, adventure, creation, growth, memory,
Form:
Light Verse
Super Sensitive, is what they Label my kind
Those who feel, believe and truly understand the meaning of mankind
Nature, Earth, Heavens, and below
Are all viewed from just out side my window
My memories museum is packed to the max
Conveying Truths, Loves, Goods, Gods, and Angles that never relax
My emotion is electrical, shocking this Heart that so sadly Beats for you
Though it is just the 7 pounds among all one hundred and eighty
It is my 21 grams that molds this lady
I am so aware, I am so present, Perhaps a gift
Baring loads of blasphemy no one could dare lift
I walk with you, though it is more of a jog
Yours is an experience,Mine, more of a Job
I must endure,I must suffer,I will protect, shield, guide,make the path and lead the way
For you, for all of you to see someday
I was here kicking and screaming from the top of my silence
For all I had to give was my guidance
I will pay it forward, until my hearts content
I will love you not matter how defiant,greedy,hateful and belligerent
I will diffuse, I will conquer
I HIS name and for HER honor
Take my voice I will still scream
Take my sight and all it has seen
You can not stop me, I am enlightened
Therefore I will be the crazy, paranoid,different, strange
"Oh you know that Dawn"
Let them talk, let them say
I have been blessed with the curse of strength and knowledge
Most put to the side
For I have been cursed with the blessing of pure love and selflessness as my ride
I have no cult, no word to preach, no bull to sell
For my God's know of no religion, just a love spell
I am free
And it has not one thing to do with democracy!
I love me
Absolutely no man's ideology!
So stir your pot of righteousness, your worship of the unknown
Go to you building, kneel, and prey to that thrown
Just try to absorb that you are God too, we all are
For we are the seed, the result of a birthed star
Look inside, explore, inhabit, dwell
Love you first in this complicated hell
Your soul is heavenly bliss
Just sitting there waiting
Very easily missed
Soon will start fading
Close your eyes, hear your breath, feel your presence
Be still, calm, acknowledge your essence
Categories:
grams, faithlove,
Form:
Ballad
You know what happened, I didn’t wake up today
And I’ll forever see the world in a different way
I’ll take no more breaths, breathe no more air
But I’ll forever remember the love that we share
Go outside and look into the sky
You might catch a glimpse of my sparkling eyes
Then something might happen that you won’t quite believe
You’ll feel me kiss you in a small gentle breeze
You’ll look all around you but there will be nothing but air
And in it you’ll feel my soft silver hair
After you feel my hair tickle your face
The warmth of the sun will become my embrace
So from now on, this is how I’m going to send you my love
I’ll send it with nature and with God above
Here’s how you’ll feel me and the love I send
Just step outside and stand in the wind
It’s my love that the warmth of the sun is bringing
Those are my special songs the birds are singing
The trees and the flowers are saying I miss you
Did you feel the breeze?
That’s me, I just kissed you.
Categories:
grams, death, family, loss, lovelove,
Form:
Free verse
It's been forever since you went —
To the other side in a heartbeat —
To return the life you've been lent,
Towards the edge of the stellar backstreet.
Your footsteps echo until now,
Thumping gently throughout our little place,
As my longing heart can't find how
To make myself accept your ended days.
And my frail soul is pierced each time —
The perfect curves in your mouth I recall —
How they soothe like an angel's chime,
As they fade away in the fall.
If I weep my tears in the void,
And if I scream until there's nothing left,
Would He return your chance — destroyed?
Rewrite your bright tomorrow that was theft?
But I know in myself the truth —
That at last you've gone to the clouds afar,
Away from the pain and dispute,
So I bid farewell, wherever you are.
-
Categories:
grams, grandmother, loss, sad,
Form:
Elegy
I could sit here and tell you that I regret
driving my sister to her tragic suicide,
o, all the tears I would never have cried;
but one thing I could never forget,
is what I did to my grams before she died-
causing a fight in my family (because I lied)
an addict was I, even worse than before,
anything for a fix and grasping that chase-
longing for one more was my disgrace,
so, in desperation I went to grams’ drawer
and stole what wasn’t mine in the first place;
for I knew not dependency I needed to erase
grams’ arthritic hands swelled at night,
just one doctor trip made her joints ache-
thirteen years later, still my greatest mistake,
stealing from the greatest woman in sight;
sometimes recalling nightmares keep me awake,
I just still can’t believe, from her, I would take…
if only I could go back to that November day,
before poor decisions turned to transgressions;
this was a God taught lesson of selfish obsession,
and I’ve asked grams for forgiveness when I pray-
because of my she suffered a little depression,
and as I write this, I feel remorseful regression
what would be different if I had not betrayed
my grams when her body was in the worst pain?
I let her wither into dusk where secrets remain,
I never apologized, then her life began to fade-
I feel like I allowed my guiding spirit to die in vain,
I'm sorry grams...truly beautiful Lorraine
October 5, 2019
Sponsor: Silent One
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
Categories:
grams, addiction, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
Tons and tons of dirt
Only to find grams of gold
Miner's apple eye.
Categories:
grams, dedication, motivation, perspective, truth,
Form:
Haiku
It was just another ordinary day, per say,
the hour before my sweet grams passed away.
Some shiver in sorrow or drown in regret,
but that last hour I shall never forget.
To receive one last kiss upon my cheek,
knowing soon she’d be falling asleep.
To whisper one more I love you in her ear,
knowing that death would soon be near.
Not something to be feared or anything,
but watching my grams grow angel wings.
And as she gently let go of my side,
I watched her cross over to the great divide.
The brightest moment I’d live through again,
is watching grams turn into an angel friend.
For now, she is with me wherever I choose,
and that precious hour I shall never lose.
December 3, 2016
Categories:
grams, beautiful, death, heaven,
Form:
Couplet
This is the weight of a soul imagine what 21 grams can do?
This is not a myth
Wikipedia
The 21 grams experiment refers to a scientific study published in 1907 by Duncan MacDougall, a physician from Haverhill, Massachusetts. MacDougall hypothesized that souls have physical weight, and attempted to measure the mass lost by a human when the soul departed the body. MacDougall attempted to measure the mass change of six patients at the moment of death. One of the six subjects lost three-fourths of an ounce (21.3 grams).
Explain to me how you cannot believe?
Pictures to arrive at a later date.
Categories:
grams, god,
Form:
Free verse
Grams The Menacing And Hot Pot where's my breakfast- -
Whose pot is that? I think I know.
Grams is quite happy cooking yo!
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch her frying homemade biscuits Oh.
She gives her pot a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves outside kitchen window birds awake.
The pot is menacing, hot and deep Gram where's my breakfast,
But she has promises to keep,
After making cakes and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her cheap surely they last.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of Karo® syrup and pancakes in her head,
She eats her jam with lots butter on her bread.
Ready for the day ahead.
Lastly with bacon and grits and gravy, thanks ya gram
Categories:
grams, analogy, appreciation, food, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Distant meandering,
macro denial
the moment a slave
to eternity’s child
Caught on a tether,
all freedom a myth
the boundaries self-serving
with nothing at risk
The sum past the tally,
its measure unscored
the players outnumbered
their names to obscure
Distant meandering,
macro denial
a lens that won’t focus
—an image beguiled
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Categories:
grams, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme