Best Gulley Poems
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel did rise, then into gulley did tip.
The waves so cruel did rise and fall,
and all did work for the good of all,
the Dramallach Raven was sailing through,
a storm of darkness, the ship held true.
Deep in the darkness, the waters did crash,
against the ships fore they did mighty smash,
yet this mighty vessel was sailing true,
it would reach its destination, all the crew knew.
Where was this ship bound on this stormy night?
The moon shining down, its beacon light,
the Dramallach Raven on its way to Hell,
I knew this ship and my legs fell.
I knelt and I looked to the wheel,
my horror I could not conceal,
the skeletal captain did doff his hat,
let me wake and that be that.
Categories:
gulley, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Are you more than just my imagination?
Is your call only my inner, silent plea to
be released from this lonely desperation,
this hollow, unfulfilling need?
I see you walking in the fields at night
and I feel you touch me in dawn's early light.
I smell your English lavender the same as
when you were here. Is it you, really my
Dear?
Is it you who ripples the water when I am
at our favorite creek and is it you that kisses
the tears from my cheek? It can't be just my
imagination for I feel you are here, who else
would have followed me throughout all these years.
Is it you my Love or just my Imagination?
Sharon Gulley
05/17/2014
Categories:
gulley, for her, for him,
Form:
Rhyme
Embracing eyes of the silver moon
hear my plea as I speak with you.
Hear within my deep despair that
I need to know healing care.
Shine down upon my head of grey
and bring to me the grace for
which I pray.
Lighten up the hurt within my soul
and teach me to be humble for
humility I have mastered so.
This time with you means so much
and I thank you for being my friend
so perfectly hung from the heavens
above.
Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, emotions, grief, hurt, identity,
Form:
Free verse
This Piece was inspired by a beautiful poem,
written by our very talented poet and friend.
I hope you will read "Warm and True" by
Sharon Gulley
Take a seed in your hand
Toss it in the air
Where it lands
It will grow
If it dares
That's Love
You are young, I am old
But we share
The load
And it shows
In our eyes, we care
That's Love
Take my hand and you'll find
That it's love
Not time
Which is real
What we feel
That's Love
That's Love
Categories:
gulley, blessing, emotions, feelings, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Accursed still, be the cursed rapist
Who in blind pedophilia
Prey upon our little girls.
Condemned still, be the condemned satyr
Who, in sadistic cannibalism
Pounce upon our little sisters!
Alas, the tears!
Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste
The soft cheeks of their innocent faces
Alas the ruins!
The ruins of shattered dreams,
Wrecked ambitions and murdered hopes
Alas, the tears!
But tremble ye rapist, and quack!
For hark, the sound of a bell,
Though not the common one, but a knell
To summon thee to the flames of hell
And by God the truth I do tell
There in the pit you’re sure to yell
Gnashing your teeth in the bowels of hell
No Lazarus, no spring nor well
Only the sear and the roast, till you swell!
Dear heavens!
The bitter tears of the children,
May judgment come!
Categories:
gulley, abuse, children,
Form:
Free verse
A Double Acrostic
Treasured memories flow deep within my heart
Of sentiments that all too quickly come and go
Unbidden remembrances between me and you
Cherished songs we once shared in romantic lyric
Hallow moments that death can never diminish
June 27, 2017
Touch Me With Words Contest
sponsored by Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, memory,
Form:
Acrostic
Touches of sorrow
Today’s sorrows
Offer lonely reminders of
Unforgivable yesterdays
Causing the pain of endless
Heartbroken tomorrows
For the “Touch me with Words” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, heartbroken, lost love, sad,
Form:
Acrostic
Ten perfect tiny fingers and toes
Only you were born sleeping
Uncontrollable tears flow from my eyes
Caressing your beautiful face
Heartbroken parents are grief stricken
Touch me with words contest
Sponsored by Sharon Gulley
06-26-17
Categories:
gulley, baby, birth, grief, parents,
Form:
Acrostic
Timeless tapestry of love transfixed
Omniscient oracles of my soul eclipsed
Undying love for you reviving remains
Cathedrals praying poetic pensive pains
Hibernal hearts with calamitous chains.
June.27.2017
Touch Me With Words - Contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, lost love,
Form:
Acrostic
Penguin the pilchard leapt onto the ice
He flipped and he flopped and arrived in a trice
He took a deep breath and he held it and then
He bellowed with all of his might… “MEN!”
Pilchard the penguin said, “Where have you been?”
And then asked his friend, “What on Earth have you seen?”
Penguin the pilchard said, “I’m telling you,
A big boat has come with a whole TV crew.”
With all of the penguins now gathered around
Pilchard’s mum, Herring, prepared Pilchard’s ground,
“Remember the plan, we’ve done it before
For when men with cameras visit our shore.”
Pilchard the penguin said, “When they arrive,
We show them the struggle we have to survive.
Let’s huddle together then we can deliver
The image they want so let’s practice our shiver.”
A rumble, some heaving and ice cracks appeared
And up popped an orca… who nobody feared
“Okay,” he said, “so who do I chase,
and who is the stand in, you know… just in case?”
Pilchard the penguin said, “No ‘just in case’,
Nobody’s getting consumed in this place
It will be I that you shall assail
And I won’t be eaten by no killer whale.”
Seagull, the polar bear, said, “Holy cow…
Does this mean I can let my wind go now?’
Pilchard the penguin said, “Don’t let it go,
Until you’ve scraped ice up to make flakes of snow.”
The film crew arrived and they took up positions
They struggled to film the Antarctic conditions
It came as a shock that the blizzards that blew
Came with a stench that was rather like poo…
The penguins all shivered while stood in one place
While foul smelling snow pelted everyone’s face
The crew filmed the penguin as orca gave chase
And shed tears of joy when the whale lost the race
Penguin the pilchard said, “Give them some smiles,
And leap from the sea like Polaris missiles.
And then do that thing that all humans find sweet
Where young penguins stand on their mum’s and dad’s feet.”
Pilchard the penguin said, “It’s for the tele,
Won’t it look good if we slide on our belly.
You see that ice gulley, why don’t we slide through it?”
And Penguin the pilchard said, “That ought to do it.”
The crew packed their gear and they made for the shore
Where they boarded their boat and weren’t seen anymore
While back with the penguins where men were now gone
Pilchard the penguin said, “Get the fire on.”
Categories:
gulley, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Victuals
Walking through the jungle, your liking or disliking,
Does not care greenish, pours for all,
Whether you like green or not, it doesn’t care.
You are in its capital; eyes should bear the victuals,
Publicity does not mind, how you became leader,
Your virtues or fall, is not the matter of fallacy to hearer,
Preachers know, what are saleable in the day,
In night they also, wait for the hay.
As swelling River does not care, whatever it comes in its way,
If you contact learn to move slowly or heavily,
River does not care, you like moving or not, it is feature,
Not findings of great teacher, it is absolutely nature.
You like or not, who damn cares, in a serpentine way,
Many curves are facts, bumping or jumping, you need manage,
But listen, opening ear-holes, if you are driving,
Your fates run being present.
You can think, because you have brain, perceive too,
But if children are, they tend to play,
You like it not, who cares, all know, children do play.
But, you fury at, if big shows the play,
Corpse, lie, dead sure no one will care,
All leave the way, through though he will not pay,
Because taxes are for alive, dead can fly
Freedom is not there, where care is.
Sleep can testify, freedom for horror.
Don’t wish, days and nights are, care for terror,
Always tend to sleep, nature does not bias,
Remain in the gulley, sun can not burn,
The shadow of home shelters, you from turn,
Desert know the panic of, merciless uniformity,
Poor deer if see mirage, supposes running wakes of water,
Dying for desire is rudeness foolish or wise,
Better to find solitude, rather than wish to have,
Poor creatures are within, boundaries of elements,
Ocean, space, sky untouched, earth is warming.
Leave the mission of moon easy for mars,
You have to deliver, peace for alive.
Conference can sell, fresh product of veil.
Jokes aren’t real, which was never, have you tried once?
Better keep quiet, fetter is far to you, victuals can’t harm.
( All whines are poetics only, not intended to any sect.)
Categories:
gulley, addiction, beautiful, best friend,
Form:
Concrete
You Touched Me ( Sharon's Acrostic)
Time, at some point, will be no more; and thus unable to heal all my wounds.
Out of my afflictions and pain, when time has demised, I shall still sing and arise.
Up from the caves and pits of a bewildered life, I shall never again be afraid.
Caught before I fell; caressed when I called; shielded behind your strong walls.
Happy and free am I, and touched by an angel; you carried me along on your wings of love.
06302017PSContest, Touch Me With Words, Sharon Gulley. 5P
Acrostic from the word "Touch"
Categories:
gulley, feelings, love, time,
Form:
Acrostic
Towards a setting sun I trudge my weary way
Oblivious of the gathering darkness
Under a sullen and bleeding sky
Chagrined and beside myself with sorrow,
How can heaven stand by and let me languish so?
~Acrostic contest by Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, angst,
Form:
Acrostic
If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.
Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.
I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.
Walking alone in the shadow of walls
to unhear the screams of dawn.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
gulley, art,
Form:
ABC
I hear a soft voice amidst
deafening din of daily grind:
Where's the forest dark and dense;
the mountain high as heavens--
its shadow, a looming doom?
Where's the valley that dews
dawn to dusk, too deep to fill?
Or the gulley wide and yawning?
Or the sea fathomless, bottomless,
a home for leviathans, a womb
for tsunamis; frothing and foaming,
howling, humping to the shore
where a tiny grain wiggles,
scoffing the scorching glare.
The grain jiggles on the beach
sparkling in the sun. His voice rings
a deafening roar: I'm F-A-I-T-H.
I'm higher than heavens, wider
than earth; deeper than the deeps...
Creation stills, cowering at his voice.
Trees wither; rocks shear off in splinters,
tumbling down in clouds of dust, spraying
shrapnel on persons away from the voice.
Out of my spell, I crawl to the beach.
© 2018 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
gulley, faith,
Form:
Free verse