Best Head On Poems
Heart beats in rhythm to snowflakes
Cascading in tune to my reality
Like a train travelling through time with no track
Overwelmed by it's vivid fertile surroundings
Colours pencilled in my mind
As a reminder of life and it's many shades
Guided by the brightly lit angels from above
Resolve in my faith remains steadfast
I went to the dance, all alone and shy
I sat in the corner, I have no idea why
They all seemed to be laughing and high
Dancing and having good times
As I sat in the corner, singing like a mime
I saw her over by the exit door
Tears in her eyes, sadness for sure
I saw in her heart
The loneliness that was mine
I understood at once, this was my time
To be a gentleman and do what’s right
So I took her slowly into my arms
I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulders
I held her in silence
As she drained all her tears
Then the song ended and I let her go
She smiles so sweetly and said thank-you dear Joe
Leaving me here, to dance alone
I have to confess it felt very nice
To consol a sweet gal
Even she left me with no vice
Giving it seems, is its own reward
Even for the lonely, my happiness restored
Bonus Stanza 1
Thirty years later, as I arrive home
I kiss my love on her enticing lips
Her blonde hair waves with her lovely hips
I love her still, like long ago
When I said so softly
Put your head on my shoulder
Bonus Stanza 2
A place to cry
Put your head on my shoulder
It doesn’t matter why
Only angels need to know
That you are special
This is simply so
Notes
This idea came to me reading one of Dave Woods poems, listening to Paul Anka and a poem called “A place to cry” by Kathryn Ramirez. Three completely unrelated events into one poem. The BlueRay version has more Bonus Stanza’s and is available for the low price of 99.99 per copy, Oh and also this is just a poem, there is no love for this dark poet
Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming a giant
Worries wander aimlessly like a cat in the night looking for a spoon
Hurts pound again, and again, first a drumstick then a sledge hammer
The kaleidoscope of confusion rotates ever faster, bed spins counter
Places cannot be escaped
Faces stare as if clothes have been robbed
Running, Flying, Drowning, Suffocating, Garbling Words, Can’t Breath,
Slow Motion, Falling, Insatiable Hunger, Unquenchable Thirst, Blood Stained, Shouting
Loaded Down, Frantically Searching Pockets, Hidden Underneath, Forgotten
Fear. All fears. Nothing but fear. Afraid. Regret. Worry. I didn’t. I really did!
Each day we pack our pockets. Cram our purses. Load our backpacks
Hang needless objects and things around our necks, over our shoulders, in the crux of our elbows, on our belts
Grip suitcases. Carry stuffed plastic grocery bags on each knuckle. Waddling to the side of the bed before crashing head on
Unknowingly still pinching the key between our left thumb and pointer finger
Hitting the bed with a massive crash
every part of the day strewn around the room like a devastating mid air explosion of a 747 littering debris, miles and miles of destruction, charred remnants, unidentifiable and randomly placed objects, out of place, disfigured, often never found
Before your head hits the pillow
Drop the things you picked up today
Take a load off
Free yourself of your burdens
Neatly set everything aside
On second thought, just pile it and let it lay where it falls
Drop your yoke
Sit down on the foot of the bed with God
Hand Him the things you still cling within sweating red fists
Briefly Examen your day
Fall asleep on His shoulder
He will gently lay your head on the pillow, loft your feet off the floor, and tuck you in.
Let Him carry your burdens, lighten your load, unpack, empty your pockets, wash your laundry, even sort and match the socks.
Travel to sleep lightly and peacefully dreaming of a new day
carrying nothing but what is truly needed.
Two wheeled commuters with heads booted with helmets, dotted the highway;
The four wheeled rich hooted at pedestrians daring to cross their path,
While rental three wheelers heated them all, filling even places like foot path;
Traffic winked red, green, and yellow to jam, trim, and brim the highway.
Like water discharged from flooded reservoir, humanity flowed on the highway,
Down to their destined ends, discharging spray and smoke, littering its path
With fed up lives, held up to the grave; lawmakers floated on the crest of the path.
Only the hapless found themselves fighting for space in the helpless highway.
On this highway, at the peak hour, popped up a human head as if cropped
From the ripe body as a yield to the reapers blooding the streets with sickles;
The highway halted; heads craned above wheeled carriers; questions hurried
Everywhere with worries and wonders; “Hyderabad has a head chopped;
Is it for ‘Biriyani’?” Some quickly tweeted like men of booze oozing for pickles;
Cops looking for the lost head, severed by train, at last sighed, with heads retrieved.
[Cops in Hyderabad, India retrieved a severed head from a railway track, put the torso and head in a sack and took it to hospital for postmortem. But on the way, the head slipped down from the sack and caused a commotion]
This world prefers to live under the shadows
in order to hide its truly evil daily works.
confronting these misplaced loyalties begs answers
Communications literally has taken position centrefold promoting hate
many Holy shrines have been desecrated
objective extremists call for the removal of crosses
There should be a voice of concern now condemning such force
is this the generation spoken of where education alters our children's minds
through perverted literature trying to destroy innocence
The final attack on truth has become an obstacle filled with facts
political correctness has long damned itself lying constantly
and we stand curled up in silence unable to speak
Wide awake can see with clarity inside the powers of this planet
in those that has gone to war against the light of God entering teachers
for to protect our little ones giving good example firstly
from this ugly twisted democracy and saving them before they fall victim
Is it time again to lock your doors and mark them with with the blood of the Lamb
Was that Sphinx head on Mars
Or some prisoner behind bars
Seems like a mutated face
Of a different race
Like human parts in doctor’s jars
Monster Rears It's Ugly Head On Houston
To Houston's victims whom suffered the wrath
Of Hurricane Harvey's brutal path
The country prays for your full recovery
A fortuitous bounce of serendipity
Long live life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
In the wake of the worst storm in US history
Trump and cousin Sam did their earnest posture
While your cries of uncle yielded to this monster
From the dark abyss you all will rise strong
From the torrential rains of a trillion sad song
For the piano man played in wept tears
As a trillion gallons drowning those in fears
To a new day, we look for the sun to shine
It's rays spreading its way and hopes for cloud nine
To a new day, we look up to your skies
For prayers, the monster permanently closes his eyes
connie pachecho
9/4/17
Going back to the old days
Remembering the simple ways
This is where our love stays
Forever and always
Laying in your arms, I feel complete
With you, no one else can compete
It doesn't take much to feel the heat
My favorite memory is of tonight
I wish you never had to leave my sight
Our couch, is a simple delight
Where our memories ignite
Teasing you, just out of spite
Your subtle voice, soothing my mind
Laying alone, I wish I could rewind
Our emotions all intertwined
With you I have this tight bind
I don't know how else to express my love
I just like to think back about 'your dove'
Among everything in the world, you rise above
It's all the small things that make me impressed
And I do still love all the rest
But this is what I love the best
laying here, with my head on your chest
The storm has passed and gone
A weary sun descends
As soothing peace settles
Over a troubled sea
A priestess assessing
From her lofty tower
Conjuring mighty strength
For the journey ahead
Probing destiny’s face
Staring her in the eye
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 21, 2019 for contest LATE FEB 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Originally posted on March 21, 2018
Here I have sat for what seemed
like an eternity.
A life long wait for
the unknown.
Slowly diminishing are the
fears which drug
me down.
So low that I could
go no further.
And now, it begins
to change.
It begins to unravel
in my heart.
This emotion is continuous.
Addictive.
Pleasant.
A newness of
sorts.
I will not run.
I will not hide.
I will face this like
the man who yearns
for what once use to be familiar
in my life.
Only this time,
Im prepared.
I will wait
and see
what this has in
store
for me.
Head on, twist and turn, pull and burn, push down and torn, Head on.
To see the glimmer awaken in the tear of your face, the solid aroma of an after-
taste, the stolid complexion upon a splintered shrine could not thee keep in-line.
Basking for another night, the high was truly sky, one moment to make it all
better, one moment to keep it all bitter.
Head on, twist and turn, pull and burn, push down and torn…Head on.
Standing there under a tree near park bench, kiss me now and catch your death.
I breathe death into you slowly, whisper inside your ear what to do, shaking out
your insides through the sweat of pills, beckoning push down and turn. Head on
and worn, brittle slorn, reaping what hath slued, face it your glued. A Tickle past
your throat, gagging in recourse, it falls to your pit of acid coming apart, through
the insides out. Brain screams out a truth, simply forgotten when the effects
dissipate, lingering all else lies.
Head on, twist and turn, pull and burn, push down and torn…Head on.
Vital existence, depending on, no one else cares, only if they could relate…sifting
through the madness the brain creates, leave nothing out. Simple words,
scream…scream…Remember to See yourself…See Yourself…re-member to.
The mirror holds an image so clear…in blurred eyes so it could not see. These
pills that digest, deep in tomach, wear off and leave decrepit in a woebegone
brain.
Head on, twist and torn, pull and burn, push down and turn…Head on, here I go
ever and anon. Ever and anon…ever and anon…ever and anon, push down and
turn gotta get my head on. Kissing you I caught my death, shove another pill
down my depths, pushing turning, turning to push, Head on, head on…head on.
Hit Head On After Starting To Skirmish
Had hit head on after starting to skirmish;
Destroyed objective when did extinguish;
Waited;
Dissipated;
Control not needed so it would relinquish.
Jim Horn
Still her head on my chest,
Snoring sound,
ghrrr... ghrrr... ghrr...;
whispers in dream,
"You are meant for me";
Lays her leg,
between both my legs;
Then she says,
"You don't give enough space in bed";
She kicks my bum,
With her knees,
So feel comfort in her sleep;
sometimes when I am awake,
find myself on the carpet;
She seldom gives,
Enough space in bed;
Gestures how free she feels,
When she is with me;
She rules in the bed;
Oneness she feels,
When cohers me tight;
I am so immuned,
to her fishy sweat,
Now hurts me no more;
Her hand over my body,
Makes her spirit,
Travel through my heart;
Spurs up me for rest of day;
I feel soothing warmth;
I feel so blessed,
When she says,
"I am her man";
Smile glows my cheek;
© Sadashivan Nair
Here I have sat for what seemed
like an eternity.
A life long wait for
the unknown.
Slowly diminishing are the
fears which drug
me down.
So low that I could
go no further.
And now, it begins
to change.
It begins to unravel
in my heart.
This emotion is continuous.
Addictive.
Pleasant.
A newness of
sorts.
I will not run.
I will not hide.
I will face this like
the man who yearns
for what once use to be familiar
in my life.
Only this time,
Im prepared.
I will wait
and see
what this has in
store
for me.
C-old chilling raindrops
E-vade February seven;
C-loud gathered by vile clime
I-s turning white under the heaven.
L-et the Monday pass, as the night fades away;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark, blue, and gray.
Z-enith and Tuesday noon
A-re meeting in the sky;
C-oal haze, fog, and mist
A-re now going by.
R-ay from the red beacon
I-s lighting up the meadow;
A-s you get tired due to work,
S-mile and rest your head on a pillow.