Best Greave Poems
We lived in a crooked house.
Built on a muddy mound of hope with the corpse of yesterday half buried beneath
Sad eyes and smiley faces. A gilded countenance to pair the four walled fiction – Painted thin; only just enough to cover our cracks.
Widening like morning eyes; a mirrored reflection.
Dancing in a zigzag to the tune of the tremors. An ugly soundtrack coaxing ugly art.
Those damp walls. The cracks swallowing torrents from eyes in the sky
Wide eyed boys watching sliding droplets crashing into droplets. Swallowed like pride.
Doors jammed in water seeped jambes. Knotted and gnarled. A need for a greave
Trees weeping at what they witness from the outside looking in. Shedding leaves for tears.
Oft trampled floor boards creaking and crying in solidarity with those that walk its back
Whisper and scurry light-footed like mice in a hurry so easily scared by the wall breaching wind
Trying hard not to wake the monster sleeping downstairs - Breath held like tongues, voices low
Like the swing in the garden tied to the tired branch of the hunched tree. Seat sunk in mud. Ashamed.
A tip toe down the slippery stairs; in fear of drowning in the basement swimming pool. A watery hell
Festering in the bowels of this building ever since the burgeoning moat breached the ramparts of this faux castle.
Lopsided family photo frames hanging by a thread. Nailed to crumbling walls. A slipping semblance of home.
The rising cigarette smoke staining the walls like those words from the same pursed lips from the mind so hard to rid
A cloudy plume with no silver lining; an excuse for eyes to water; blurring those family portraits.
That poisoned smog escaping through the chimney. Blown out over spluttering trees aghast at what this house concealed.
The wind once blew from the west. The house had many faces then but when the east wind struck its walls, the face it pulled it stuck. Doubled over, bent and crooked.
The trees perished like dreams and time brought change
But this crooked house remained the same.
Categories:
greave, childhood, home, memory, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Nothing stays the same,
We sing, we dance,
We weep,
And we grieve for what was,
For what might be,
And so we love,
For it's better to love,
We dance,
For it's better to dance,
And we chase the end of rainbows,
Better this,
Then stand at the side,
And just
Watch.
John Roberts
Categories:
greave, bereavement, dance, faith, grief,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
What did i do,
To deserve all this?
The pain, the fear,
Caused by my miss.
What did i do,
To cause distress?
Wanting to die,
Due to my mistress.
What did i do,
To make her blame?
For all i've done,
Gone up in a flame.
What did i do,
To make her leave?
With no goodbye,
And she'll never greave.
What did i do,
To live in pain?
And end my life,
And begin again.
What did i do?
Why is it me?
How did this happen?
Why can't she see?
That i live in pain,
And i want to die.
That she's done the same,
Now i say goodbye.
Categories:
greave, boyfriend, break up, cry,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard of lands both far and near
where wealth beyond tale can conceive.
With rivers deep and mountains sheer
for the brave to challenge and reave.
I heard of them and I believe
this call that moves me to explore.
I should follow my heart and weave
the path where none has gone before.
Through legends spread by foe and peer,
my head and heart do wish me leave
the comforts of my home so dear
to seek the thrills that I perceive.
The first to achieve and retrieve
power and fame I can’t ignore,
the tug on the conqueror’s sleeve,
the path where none has gone before.
I’m confident in what I hear,
stand ready with sword, shield, and greave.
No time for mortal dread nor tear.
No time to cause angst or aggrieve
the loss of friend or kin bereave.
I sail to explore a new shore
and swear on death I will not leave
the path where none has gone before.
I seek your audience and ear
to beg, my dear Prince; I implore
your blessing, funds, and ships to steer
the path where none has gone before.
Categories:
greave, adventure, boat, confidence, courage,
Form:
Ballade
Let me close shut and bring the end of your story
Greave in the pain that I bring as my hears pounds
Limbs of a mantis as they strip in america's glory
Scream into your ear can hear the deafening sounds?
'
The hate I harbor is more than can be expelled
My eyes begin to drown in the devils adrenaline
Break apart your fingers I feel so compelled
Your gushing meat is that of rotting venison
'
Cringe in pleasure to the hearing of your scream
This distinction lets you feel my beating breath
Poor the warm bucket of blood into the stream
You will not yet see the heinous face of death
'
This pleasure withers throughout me to no end
Chisel your backbone and let the blood out
Taking pictures then letting people see is what I intend
Categories:
greave, anger, angst, betrayal, community,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Kalie’s Prayer for Mommy
It’s been three years a world of tears but there’s something you must know
I rest within our Father’s arms no choice but had to go
So wait dear mother faith can heal, I need you to believe
The gift of hope for every man is precious to receive
So mommy… wait, please listen now…. I whisper in your dreams
You must not greave I’m safe and sound I know how long it seems
I’m waiting in this world of light a place there is no harm
The day will come I’ll see your face and hold you in my arms.
My love will take you back to me I hold you in my heart
Please live a life of love and joy I’m fine you need to start
God will choose the day we meet we’ll sing and dance and twirl,
that day throughout eternity you’ll hold me…… your little girl.
APOM (for Ashley and her Mom)
Lawrence
Categories:
greave, lossday, world, prayer, day,
Form:
Rhyme
I grew up climbing mountains
Walking against the current
Always looking for a meaning for home
My mind keeps throwing at me those thoughts like painful rocks
Trying to find answers for questions larger then the capacity of my mind
Time keeps on passing
I’m still fighting with feelings I will never understand
Day by day growing old
Always calculating the years of my age
Satisfied that I’m simply bigger year by year
My life did not stop in spite of everything
But knowing that I have become no more then a stone
Makes me shiver
Dissatisfied when looking at what I have done in my life
Where nothing can be found
I was always different
Never understood
Disappoint by many
Today starting from now
Sadness, depression
I will not give them the honor of occupying the pages of my life
I will greet tomorrow with a bright smile
I will celebrate my birthday
And not greave about the years that’s lost
I will move on
Seal my doors tightly
With every step I well plant flowers that will never wilt
I will search new memories
That does not exist where disappointments and fractures
Categories:
greave, life, time, me,
Form:
Free verse
We're running late, and we have to leave.
"Come on" my mother yells as she's stressing more than I.
While in a rush I hit my shin and feel I need to greave.
I see my dog wag her tail as I shout "Goodbye."
We're getting close almost there.
And that's when I hear it as if it's shouting in my ear.
And then i realize it's bombs as i think "Why there?"
Then it hits me like a rock and i get a sudden fear.
Grandma, Grandpa, even cousin Ash,
are all gone and are never coming back.
Categories:
greave, death, family, loss, cousin,
Form:
Rhyme
Defend Thy Bonus!
(For Boris and Those City Boys of London)
“They’ll leave! They’ll leave!”
He cried, with a look of sheer panic
In those innocent blue eyes
“And ‘The City’ will be poorer without them....!” (he lied).
“Let them go! Let them go!” I cried
In fact let me help them pack
So I can be sure they won’t come back
After, of course, they have all got the sack
Alright the GDP might wheeze
Cough, splutter and sneeze,
But I for one won’t greave,
Oh how I do wish they would leave.
Categories:
greave, satire,
Form:
Light Verse
Five o'clock it is
gray sky slowly turning heavier than this
one by one
the birds fly they too are done
and by the dance of the greave
i take its time i take my leave.
Another day bout to make a bow.
Ha!
rain drops just now
adding to my wow
to get to my warm house
take off this blouse
and snuggle next to my spouse...
Haha!
Till tomorrow God willing
have yourself an evening that is thrilling!
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Chheeerrrss!!!
From Kenya with love!
xoxo!!!
Categories:
greave, dedication, farewell, goodbye,
Form:
The public turned out
Ballots were counted
And the results read out
Surely that’s it
That’s how democracy works
Whether you like it or not
The will of the majority wins out?
But those who love money
Don’t like to lose
The markets have already had a pay out
From our National Bank
Added to the debt of the UK taxpayer no doubt
To sure up those bets they made yesterday
Speculating on the pound
Thinking during a referendum was a good time
To financially win out
Is nothing sacred in our land?
Sadiq Khan's plan is that
The City of London
Should make its own independent stand
Against the will of this land
And Boris now says
“There’s no need for haste!”
Despite campaigning vigorously for
The UK to leave (maybe he confused the UK with DC)
But today supporting the financial markets
Who now greave
As it looks like due to our democratic will
Those bad buggars in nice suits
Will lose their plum deal
Despite what the electorate said
They’ll never let us leave!
Oh Greece
Your vote also dead
Along with you I now seethe
So what can we do if democracy is
To be insulted in our fair shores
Well I refer you to my earlier poem
‘The UK EU Referendum Campaign’
589 days....
My friends
That’s all it will take
To get the whole rotten lot of em’ out!
So if they won’t serve that notice and
Let democracy have its day
We’ll serve one of our own
It states you have 589 days
To mend your ways
Get one to your MP today and have your say
Mine's got one coming his way....
Anna Archichek
Categories:
greave, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Dew dots the folicles of the earth,
raised in static praise of what came and left,
what dreams did come.
Blades drank down to dirt and marrow,
parched and harrowed, juandiced in the light of Ra.
But he has gone the way of Tiamat.
Now may stray tears enter the cyclical fray;
the dividing line, terminus heralding the coming of the day.
A vintage season, come to stay and greave for the end of an age.
Categories:
greave, seasons
Form:
Free verse
Real life or cartoon?
God's image or baboon?
Truth or fiction?
His voice or intuition?
It's true and really happened?
On His Word can we depend?
The story of our life
With peace and an afterlife
Is not a fairy tale
But as certain as inhale; exhale
Life and breath; truth be told
To each and all, be bold!
As for the children we'll see
They depend on you and me
So teach them the Bible, God's Word
The difference of it or what's overheard
The old, old story of Jesus is true.
Nothing just made up or "out of the blue".
We can have hope and believe
There will be joy for all who greave
Love so true it heals and fills
Each heart with peace and thrills
So rest assured today
There is a Way.
There is a real purpose to aim toward
We can have Heaven's reward
And a life
Void of strife
We can choose to obey
Be a Christian and faithful stay.
Categories:
greave, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
How can we
kiss another
but
love each other.
How can we
laugh
with another
but
cry for each other.
When she is gone
I'm the one you run to.
That shouldn't be.
Why can't I be free?
You are the noose around my neck.
I should stop thinking about thee.
Here soon we shall never see again.
Does that greave thee
as it grieves me.
It shouldn't greave me.
But sometimes when he leaves me alone
it does.
His family talks of wedding rings.
I hope to marry him,
but first I have to wash my hands
free of thee.
After 3 years of loving thee,
it's hard to think of a life without thee.
Does it greave you
as it grieves me?
Categories:
greave, boy, boyfriend, goodbye, i
Form:
Free verse
He came into the world, the usual way,
Kind of small and unusual they said,
Little did they know how wrong they could be?
A heart as strong as a lion has he,
With will to match, the most cunning has he.
An intellect, most sterling, of fortitude and grace,
Far from the looks, of his angelic face.
Though small of stature, was his make,
To think him little, was a greave mistake,
A scholar he was in his childhood days,
The likes of which, they wrote in plays.
The lessons of life, they taught him much,
Hard was his way, often unjust.
Never did it break his stride, or weaken his resolve,
No matter how big the problem, he managed to solve.
Time came to pass, with a blessing to be,
A natural born footballer, he was to see,
With fleet of foot, and swift of hand,
His prowess was known throughout the land.
Through many a battle, on the field, did he pass,
Never yielding, until the last.
When came a time for the end of his sporting ways,
To hang up the boots, to end his days,
He met the love of his life, the woman he would marry,
And make his wife.
It is said that it takes two halves to make a whole,
In this, he found, the love at last, to fulfil the role,
That had long escaped his grasp.
Know looking forward to the happy days, when lives are shared in, compatitable
ways, to look at the man and what he has become,
To hold him high, and toast a glass, for though turning forty, is a milestone for
Shorty, so begins the next chapter in this story.
To Sean Michael, I wish you joy on this happy occasion, in your life,
With the good company of friends, and your darling wife,
And love you truly, for whom you are,
For I know truly, how deep, are your scars.
Forever and Always
You’re Big Brother
Clement John Hardy.
Categories:
greave, brother, family, friendship, happy,
Form:
Light Verse