Best Hamper Poems
Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed on a fine palette
and a paintbrush adorning the world
with colours of imagination, Faith and Art
real canvases of human nature flesh
and the lifeblood of Nature
Portraits blooming in light
transcending the language of words
A language of infinite shades
shed in the heart of the Artist
a grand soul learnt to board a world
of no fences.. of no walls
In a silent dark night
he played on the hues of life
a unique music was composed
“The Starry Night”
a music that reached sombre states
unrevealed imagination.. untraveled meditation
a powerful vision and feelings
rising above what minds can ever decrypt
for a beholder
to see the depths
to feel the colours
to taste the pain
to read the music
A flow that never stops
the tone and texture of his passion
in motion..
miles away from a still life
an Artist turning his back
on the world of commas and full stops
How can a colour succumb to hindrance?
how can a hand hamper a paintbrush dance?
how can an Artist turn a dead heart to Nature canvas?
how can we fathom an ocean of many branches?
A “madman” in the mind of the mundane
Solitude, the Artist’s glorious moments in time
and boon..
A divine enchantment
a Self and Soul harmony
melting wholly in his Nature and whole
riding high in the wealth of lore
a meager body left behind
and the hand of the Artist entranced
drew a tortured portrait
his body was the canvas
his paintbrush bleeding in a crimson shade
a lost spirit in the monde of the mundane
the Artist.
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* Vincent Van Gogh, an inspiring Artist!
"The Artist", humble impressions on a human nature born just to create what is true from what is real..
To every Artist whose feel and language transcend the known.. whose heart and mind on a ride to attain the finest of beauty..
To every Artist who finds solace in an imposed solitude as the world of the mundane fails to decode his very unique language..
To every Artist who refuses to compromise and walks paths of wonder and beauty with a feel of torturing loneliness..
Categories:
hamper, art, dedication, depression, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
We’ve picnicked at the local park
It’s time to go, as it’s getting dark
But Lucy’s lost her small rag doll
And can’t sleep without Millie Moll
We have to find Lucy’s special toy
The roundabout doesn’t bring us joy
We search the swings, climb the slide
Please find my doll, poor Lucy cried
Tears start to drip down Lucy’s face
Her doll has vanished without trace
Rain is falling, our clothes get damper
So I go to pack up our picnic hamper
Beside the cookies I find Millie Moll
Look Lucy, here’s your favorite doll
Oh I’m so sorry mummy, guess I forgot
But she loves those cookies such a lot!
A beaming smile lights up Lucy’s face
The rain turns heavy and so we race
Along the muddy path to our front door
Lucy has her doll, she’s safe once more
Categories:
hamper, missing,
Form:
Rhyme
Need I my dear son
Show you the light of sun
Or teach you how to croon
Under a half or a full moon..
You seem to learn and know
As you live, bond and grow
How to successful be
While trying to be..
Should I my dear son
Tell you how to be the one
Or for you life recipes prepare
And dare hamper your very flair..
You seem to learn how to right a wrong
And know how to compose a better song
How to responsible be
While trying to be..
Could I my dear son
Recite what should be done
For you many a path pave
Deny your right to seek what you crave..
But you seem to know as you learn
The wealth of Life how to earn
How to stand all that is harsh and rough
Craft your art from scratch and stay tough.
Categories:
hamper, family, future, graduation, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
Like fallen warriors,
we collapse side by side,
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.
Limbs still entangled,
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan
slowly circling above.
A lone,
satisfying sigh
escapes in between your deep,
cleansing breathes.
Your smile
reflects in the brass, ball base
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze
from the fan
cooling off our steaming bodies.
Slowly,
your right hand moves;
fingers entangle with those on my left.
I still taste you on my lips.
I silently laugh to myself
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.
The remainder of our clothes
strewn around the room
as if the hamper had exploded.
Your brassiere
ruined when I removed it
with my teeth.
Beads of sweat roll down my thigh
where our legs remain interlocked –
I love the smooth contrast of your skin
against my sun dried legs.
The ever so slight breeze
created by the fan
is starting to dry our exposed skin
as we slowly regain strength.
The circling blades hypnotize.
The subtle,
rhythmic hum
from the fan motor
mixes with the recent memory
of the rhythmic dance
just concluded.
Your hand,
now lightly brushing against me,
is re-energizing my engine.
Slight,
involuntary movements
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.
I blink
to interrupt my transfixed,
mesmerized relationship
with the ceiling fan,
so I can once again
concentrate on you.
Energy restored –
as if pumped back into our souls
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage
in battle once again.
A battle in which
each warrior wins.
Categories:
hamper, passion, dance, dance, smile,
Form:
Free verse
You will remove the roadblocks that block my paths each day
You will not hamper what I do to succeed in my own way
You will not play your high pitched notes within my deafened ears
And take your hands from off my mind, and stop it with your fears
You will stop harassing me because I belong to Him
You will remove your minions now who paint the shadows grim
You will realize I have power that goes beyond this realm
He who shared the victory is stationed at the helm
You cannot overcome Him or steal me from His Father
You do not have the power to take my soul, don't bother
You will listen to my orders and heed the words I say
I know my place within the kingdom and don't get in my way
You will stop it with the H.A.A.R.P. toy and taking people down
And cease from tearing up the homes in neighborhoods and towns
And halt your little puppet show in Washington, DC
And get your hand now off this nation's blood bought liberty
You better realize you're in for a fight, a fight you will not win
I've been bought with sinless blood, by a King who had no sin
He's the one you came against and failed to win His throne
But that belongs to no one else except the Cornerstone
You will stop your taunting that amounts to nothing good
And leave this house and take your bones that wear that dark robed hood
Ever since the dawn of time you’ve constantly deceived
But I know Him whom I’ve believed so consider yourself relieved
June 7, 2013
Categories:
hamper, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Six sick skunks of one stinking litter
get startled by a fox; five of the six sick skunks scamper.
But one of the six sick skunk siblings is no quitter.
In spite of the fact he is the littlest,
there's not one thing that will this small sick skunk hamper.
A skirmish with the frisky shifty fox he starts.
Just one of those six sick skunks is a no-chicken critter.
The litter’s runt snickers as backing up in the fox’s face, he farts!
Jan. 18, 2020
For Nina Parmenter's Twist My Tongue Poetry Contest
Categories:
hamper, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Silence
Silence can give comfort
It’s a perfect hiding place
Where sometimes we choose to retreat
For hours or for days
But even though we choose to be
Without disturbing noise
This should not mean that we prefer
To be without a voice
A voice to make a statement
A voice to take a stand
A voice that parts not with the truth
When lies are in high demand
Outspokenness is a virtue
When integrity has its back
Why speak out, but when in a jam
We cower and backtrack?
Be silent then, and do not speak
For spoken words will travel
Into the ears, into the minds
They hamper or unravel
Speak up when it will save a soul
When it’s right and justified
No room for cowardice and fear
Their access is denied
Choose for a voice, don’t quiet down
Be bold with grace and poise
And have your silence when preferred
But don’t be without a voice.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
hamper, silence, voice, words,
Form:
Ballad
"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet
We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.
I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
Categories:
hamper, celebration, character, funny,
Form:
Couplet
Cotton fields
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Trash, sediment
Banked white snow
Fluffy
Not visited
By neighborhood dogs
Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Soft cotton
Dry and warm
Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree
Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper
No longer new
No longer clean
No longer white
Just dirty old socks
Categories:
hamper, funny,
Form:
Ode
The hair sits on my head like it's a throne
And I'm a heir to the heritage
Generations of my people passed this
crown on to me
You may call it nappy but don't sleep on
my royalty
I'm king-sized, never belittling myself of
feeling ashamed for the way it grows
above my brain
Or the way it rises to greet the rain
The way every strand curls, strives and strains
to make a home above the atmosphere
While you want to look at it in fear
Disdain, and wonder
Ponder with entitled and greedy hands
that violate our space the way you once did our lands
Hands that want to colonize the body of a continent
And plunder it for its contents
Don't ask for consent before you take what you want
The afro, cornrows,
twists, and braids
Never mind where it came from or why
they were made
You want locks without the dread of
having them shaved to save chances
of getting a job just so you can be paid
You want it all just so you can look "cool"
Nevermind all of us that get kicked out of
school, banned from pools, and told that we look like fools
All for being ourselves and expressing our pride
Want to take all the "nice" aspects of being black
but would never take the full ride
While we actually have to hide
Temper it
Take snide, rude, and smart remarks just
for a part of us that does what it does naturally
If I'm gonna be myself anywhere in this
country I have to do it aggressively
Unapologetically
I won't be a slave to standards that
hamper my individuality or expression
So to hell with what you say, think, or
the way you look at me
I don't care
Because I'm gonna wear this hair proudly
Categories:
hamper, beauty, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.
DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ?? BY Mrs.Madhavi
Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!
Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!
Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!
Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!!
Categories:
hamper, absence, addiction, adventure, age,
Form:
Concrete
It looks like a tidal wave if looked under a microscope
Its valid only for the user the manual says
Salt is the antiseptic that prevents infections
It didn't prevent you
You my last tear and the salt
Did the wife of Lot feel her last tear
When I sleep the tears are still made
Washing and lubricating my eyes
Our love should have been washed
The words twirled and cleaned and rinsed
They would come out fresh and the kindness
Instead the last tear waits silently
It won't be recycled
One last tear waits with hope in the hamper
Categories:
hamper, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Sitting staring out the window for my sister to return
An overwhelming sadness, my stomach in a churn.
She a half day at school and I have not yet started
I thought the fates were cruel that we were even parted
The sun glinting off the puddles, maybe we'll play outside
Or maybe play barbies or color if she wanted to stay inside.
From school she returns and asks mom can she go outside to play
I ask can I go and she replies "no, they're my friends and you're a baby anyway"
Two 5 year old girls waiting on the porch, am I losing my best friend?
I hide my disappointment for if I cry I will hear about it to no end
Mom tells her to wear rubber boots and change out of her school dress
It was in that moment I hatched a plan that was spiteful, I confess.
She stripped down to her underwear and began to gather up her stuff
When she couldn't find one of the boots she got herself in a huff
My sister has a temper and a full blown tantrum fully erupted
She began to yell, and started throwing things, until my dad interrupted
"This will cool you down", as he put her out on the porch and locked the door
Standing outside in underwear, tears streaming, now with something to cry for.
Her friends look upon her, their faces register shock
If there was only a way that I could turn back the clock.
I stare again out the window, but this time at my beloved sister
My heart in so much pain that I'm sure it will certainly blister
I felt so bad, so dreadful, my stomach tied in one huge guilty knot
I slowly walk to the hamper to retrieve the boot from it's hiding spot.
*True story, vivid memory for a 3 yr old I know, but this affected me deeply.
I told her I hid the boot when we were teenagers, we had a great laugh.
For contest: "A Childhood Memory''
Categories:
hamper, childhood, funny, sister, sorry,
Form:
Rhyme
I scoot as I scatter
and toss all around,
I break and I batter
so miscues abound,
I dim and I damper
demeanors so sweet,
I hurt and I hamper
those fast on their feet,
I frisk and I frazzle
each honest days' work,
I blunt and bedazzle
the judge and the clerk,
I grin as I garrot
as your failure unfolds,
I crack like a parrot
as frustration explodes.
So, have you figured me out-
the end sting of my tale?
Not bedevil, but D E V I L !
and I'm in the details!
( Ah, yes, it's me! Ha Ha Hee Hee!)
( I love to turn you red..like ME!)
Categories:
hamper, allegory, fantasy, parody
Form:
Rhyme
Rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
as though they were in school
watching a hula hoop being swung by one
round and round the hoop swung
mesmerizing in its swirl being watched by the cool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
I watched as they sat entranced in the sun
Playing silly games but always aware and nobody's fool
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one
Mother’s of the rabbits arrived at a run
food in a hamper with cold drinks for the supercool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
Chase was next on the cards “touch your on”
was the favourite, except for the ones playing boule,
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one.
Next time your near a fairly glen
tip toe in quietly and you might see these cool
rabbit’s sitting in a circle of sun
watching a hula hoop being swirled by one
Penned 30 June 2013
Categories:
hamper, animal, sun,
Form:
Villanelle