Best Hep Poems


The Escape Route

Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape
had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their work.
This usually involved keeping a single route open underground to the next nearest colliery .


Old George waiting by the mineshaft 
Spitting his chewing tobacco juice 
Today with his apprentice 
They must survey the mines escape route . 

1000 yards underground  
In darkness as black as pitch 
They reach up to their helmets
Turning on the headlamp switch.

George prodding at the timbers 
That support the roof and sides
His apprentice grows more nervous
With every single stride .

A mile down the escape route 
The roof is seven feet high
They see a little fallen rock
but manage to squeeze by .

The roof is getting lower
George hears the scurrying of mice 
Brought down the mine in bales of hay
When pit ponies and the miners destiny were spliced.

The apprentice is visibly shaking 
but only one more mile to go 
When a piece of falling timber 
Dealt his torch battery a glancing blow.

George could see the boys panic
and as the leader of his team 
He reassured his apprentice
Then they shared the single beam .

Suddenly they hear a crack like thunder
Then the splintering of wood 
George pushes his apprentice 
but a fall of rock stands where George stood.

Young boy on his hands and knee's
Screaming Georges name
More terrified by the second 
When no answers came.

Now in total blackness 
He inhabits the world of the blind 
If he is to help his leader
The boy must use his senses and his mind .

The faintest hint of breezes
He feels on his face 
Air sucked down the mineshaft
Just might be his saving grace 

He crawls along the jagged floor 
Using his sense of touch 
Soon in the distance he hears machinery
A sound he has never loved so much .

He tastes the ever freshening air
Hope inside him grows
Then the tiniest speck of flickering light
His tears overflow. 

Help,  Help,  he's calling 
As the miners come into view
Two men want to hep him to the surface 
Burt he awaits his friends rescue.

Old George didn't make it 
He sacrificed himself to save the boy
Broken hearted the boy had a breakdown 
and had to leave the mines employ.

The boy became a father 
Then a wonderful granddad 
but he never tired of telling the story
of the best friend he ever had.

Premium Member Kicking the Habit

By the time I was a score and four
I was retired from overseas duty.
Was husband to an American beauty.
Had smoked at least ten years or more. 

I was hep......  Cool Hand Luke the fool.
John Wayne, all my idols puffed weed.
The movies, sports, all planted the seed.
Be a cat, a lover, all the things so cool. 

Smoke, you fool, that’s the golden rule.
Oh, I quit a thousand times. Not really.
But it went from the sublime to silly.
What I needed was a quitting tool. 

Nothing came out for years, but proof.
If you smoked you would die early.
It would put you in the grave girlie.
They convinced me it was no spoof.

Then about ‘80 came the gum to chew.
Nicotine substitute with a doctor’s care.
Even so, you had to first declare
Ernest intention, a desire to be through.

I bought mine in May of eighty four.
Made up my mind I would like to quit.
The first few days, I was a nervous twit.
I thought “Lord help me, Please, no more”

The secret for me, beyond the Nicorette,
beyond God’s help, and the family grim.
After thirty seconds the want was slim
and I had gotten by with no cigarette.

Enduring thirty seconds at each twinge,
minute by minute, day by day until
my body expunged, the habit was nil.
There was no need to think of a binge.

After a while there was no more want.
Time passed, now nearly thirty years.
My lungs are clean, eased are the fears
wife and children had, their faith I flaunt. 

© Jul 14 2010 For Dane Ann’s “being trapped” contest

Waiting For Santa

It was Christmas Eve and all the kiddies waited patiently 
for Santa to arrive,
They must have started waiting around five,
Tick Tock the cuckoo clock went,
Some of the children played around,
pretending to be druken gents,
Then the clock struck two...AM....!
The kids thought Santa could not be coming again,
They thought he must have been stuck in Bethlehem,
So they ate the milk and cookies,
and forgot about capturing Santa on film,
Their spirits had been doused, 
The little ones bid adieu to their vigor and vim,
They were tired and didn't feel like singing
anymore hymns,
Where was Santa?
On the news, it said he made a stop in Atlanta,
How many flights did he have to take
in order to get to the City of Clam Bakes?
Then, just like a miracle,
the house began to shake a little,
Santa had arrived in an open field via the Space Shuttle,
Everyone was confused,
What was with, the big "to do"?
It was all of Santa's Christmas plan,
to hep NASA and his fellowmen,
A little publicity can do wonders for
a corporation,
Santa's excursions were bound to help the Space Programs,
It was a win-win as far as he was concerned,
The presents got delivered and the reindeers got a staycation,
Who knows maybe by next Christmas, Santa may be worth millions?


Please Unfriend Me

Please Unfriend Me

No slow paced emotions
In this hi-tech, jet age
Why wait to know the other
Over time
No use looking for secure and long lasting friendship
When the same is available
On the go
The face looks likeable
Just a click
But do follow the norm- be polite
Request him/her for friendship
I would love to see you
Doing the same face to face
Anyhow, don’t worry about gender and age
These things do not matter
Start a chat and then chatter
Friendship for sure has gone hep
Just a little tap
And voila
Both of you
Completely unknown
Never met in life persons
Are friends
And what is best
This friendship
Gets celebrated all over the world
By similar, like-minded people
Don’t worry if you’ve had your fill
Want to end the friendship
All you have to do is simply
Unfriend him
And that person
Is out of your life as if
He never existed on this planet in the first place
So you see
It’s all so simple
Man and emotions were making the
Darn thing complex
Now for those who are dumb
Can’t take sarcasm
Mate
Don’t hesitate
Feel free
Please unfriend me.
© Vijai Pant  Create an image from this poem.

Wealthy Cats

A wealthy old cat lover named Rover
To save money called his idlers over
Gave dough to his cats
Who became very fat
And slept under his bed and its cover

Once rich they became very slim
Enrolled in fanciest gym
Forgot  about taxes
Enjoyed expensive waxes
'til their pile-o-change became dim 

The tax man, obsessed with this cash flow
A miserly old fellow named Moe
was greatly shocked
His bottom  rocked
To see the hep cats without any dough 


Dedicated to Debbie Guzzi without whom this poem lacked its punch.

Bir Ufak Dunyada Yasar Dusler

Bir ufak dunyada yasar dusler
Sonra bir dev olur da yurur sessiz.
Sanki dost olur senle  duslerini sorar sorgular.

Sanki  gercek dusunde yasanmis her oyku
Boyandi korkunun ziftine ve sesinini bastir dediler,
Koyugun bacagi  soylediler ve sessiz  devler
Duslerinde  hep asildi birer birer.

Bir ufak dunya da kesmekesin  kendi icinde
Sanirsin sen sessizliginle  tek basina bir dev,
Ses versen el uzatsan her erkisi bir dev,

Dedicated this poem freedom fighters...


Iksiri Zehir Kendim

Ne dusle senle  gecti  yillar
Ne hikayeler  senle  yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki  sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan  yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan  tat  almayan  sen
Yeni bir damak tadi  bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi   gecmisimi 
Hic bitmeyen yanardag  ofkeni  
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem   unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik  bende
Iksiri  zehir  kendim

Premium Member The Haunted House

There once was a house down the lane
With tattered shutters and broken window panes
They said it was haunted
But I was undaunted
I went in normal and came out insane

And old man came to answer the door
He said, "If you want to come in, are you sure?"
The man was a ghost
He said, "I'm your host"
"Welcome my friend to House Nevermore"

The house was old and a bit ruff
And I thought that I'd had enough
But the dead were doing a dance
And I thought that perchance
I'd get out there and show them my stuff

I started off dancing a two step
And wound up dancing with the mummy Amenhotep
He went on with a cough
And his arms and legs kept falling off
So I danced a dance that was more hep

I saw a beautiful woman across the floor
And I wanted to get to know her more
We danced all the night
It was love at first bite
We drank blood and danced till half past four

She said she had to have a lye in
And went downstairs to sleep in her coffin
The guests started to shout
As I made my way out
I came back for Vampira and often

A Love Story

Funny how our story starts is so absurd
We both end the day without any word
Never thought our staring games will go so far
When every night I would only wish upon a star.

Then one day you confessed your love to me
The way you stutter as you say is so funny
And an idea struck and came into me
That fairy tales do happen in reality.

I can still remember when I walked in the aisle
As we eye to eye, I can't hep but smile
Never thought we'd really end up here
After all the fights, after all the tears.

Another chapter in our lives started
I never thought that my dream would happen
Then an angel came into our lives
Oh how blessed I am to be her mother and your wife.

Many years had passed and we became stronger
A lot of problems came but we fixed it all together
We may not be as young as we were once before
But our love will last, that's what I know for sure.

Now I'm eighty-three and you're eighty-eight
Many year had passed but still our love remained so great.


Actually this is the first song I composed. It is the story of my grandparents so 
I dedicate this to them. They are now married and still in love for almost 60 years. I love you lolo and lola!!!

What do you think?
Feel free to
comment!! :)

God Bless!!!
© Sam Tiwana  Create an image from this poem.

Pull the Trigger

Every struggle in my path 
And the horrible aftermath
 How much longer can I stay true
 I can't hep feel like im loosing you 
Temptation is everywhere I face
 I dont know how much more I can take 
sometimes it'd be easier if they pulled the trigger 
because I cant stand how the guilt just gets bigger 
So just pull the trigger 
the sin is so much greater
 it's so much easier to die than live with faith
 I just dont know how much more I can take
 These outcomes are so curropted
 sin has always interrupted
 it feels like my life has come to nothing
 always falling for something 
Wishing to go back to the good old days
 When I was following God's ways
 but sin has taken every part of me 
forgetting the innocence I used to see
 So just pull the trigger
 the sin is so much greater
 it's so much easier to die than live with faith
 I just don't know how much more I can take
 Thankfully God has intersected 
My sins he has corrected
 I deserve none of this
 but he welcomes me with open arms and a kiss
 He gives me the strength to make it through
 With Jesus I am made new

Waste of Breath

11/16/21


It's all good, even though my life ain't the best
Another day ready to face what's next
Against major threats
Got to put in work and break a sweat
Take a drink, light it up and erase the stress
Living paycheck to paycheck
Is pathetic and a real pain in the neck

I need to take a trek
Can't expect change with the same attempts
I barely would take a step
Or I went to the greatest depths

Either I was a fool and made a mess
Or I became adept

Often seems like a waste of breath
Only made of flesh
Eventually there will be a date of death

Stay hep
Have we figured out the source of our creation yet?

Most don't, but some relate I guess
An addict full of pain depressed
Never been evil or a fake and pest
How quickly they forget

It had no impact, if I want to I'll make a dent
Take 'em out with an occasional Bayonet
No need to finish it all and say the rest

If you actually knew
Would it change your view?
Get a clue
Don't need to prove
What I can truly do
You're not better than me, and I'm not better than you
Staying true to who I am as a new day drew
Seeing it through
Then bidding adieu

Often I would lose
And booze
Full of the blues
Wasn't always what I would choose
I wasn't in yours and you weren't in my shoes
Heart black and blue
Bruised
With an ooze
Of reddish hues

Use to alcohol and drugs
Not use to hugs
Use to guns and gloves
Not use to love
One thing I want, but am not familiar of
Most so quick to judge
And shove
Or hold a grudge
It's the same old crud, causing blood
To be spilled in ways that are dumb
One of many things we have yet to overcome
Searching for love everywhere through all the sludge
Got to keep on and trudge
And do better at saving my funds

Aynanin Otesindeki Kadin

Aynanin otesindeki Kadin

Baslangic..
 Yok imkani yok.
 Kagidim kalemim yok.
 Internetimde yukardaki odada.
 Cikamam keyfimi bozamam.

Sonra bulundu kagit ve kalem.
 Yazildi hikaye kalemle.
 Kacinci yuzyildayiz.
 Eski okul ,eski hikaye

Bolum 1
 Lodosun sesi hep yatak odamda.
 Ruyalarimda ugultular devlerin gurultusu.
 Ah ruzgarlari lodosun hapis oldu korkularim firtinalara.
 Martilarin sesleri minarelarde dolanir bagirir uyandirir duslerimden
 Bazen mutlu bazen korku kiz kulesine baktikca ve martilarin sesslerini duydukca.

Nadide can nadir can aynaya baktiginda ne gordun can.

Bolum 2
 Lodosun ve poyrazin ruzgarinda gecti zaman.
 Hikayelerinle buyudu anasinin, kitaplarla buyudu hediyesi babasinin.
 Hele bir hikayeleri var ana da madam Curie den Einstein na
 Dunyayi baris icinde yasatmaya dair binbir hikayeler
 Aynaya baktim , gordum anamin ruhunu.
 Goremiyorum kendimi.

Bolum 3
 Bu antoloji mi olacak?
 Yoksa hikayesi mi hayatin?
 Yukselir sesler bir cig gibi duser.
 Uyanir derin uykusundan Nadide.
 Acilir gune dogan bir cicek gibi hayatina.
 Gordun mu kendini aynada Nadide?

Bolum 4
 Umit ederki ev yapacak da insanlari kurtaracak
 Iste secimi mesleginin ve esinin
 Yil 70 ler sokaklarda birlikte vatan ve bagimsizlik kosusu.
 Bir kisrak gibi yalin bir yagmur damlasi kadar ozgur
 Nadide ve Nadir.

Bolum 4
 Yoklukta sevda ve karanlikta isik bir cocuk.
 Buruk mutluluk gocen nice yigitler.
 Suskun kalmis anilar duser soguk geceler de birer birer.
 Bak be aynaya kendinle bak be umutlarinla.
 Gorulmez olma kir aynayi gec karsiya Nadide.

Reyhan Yucebay

Premium Member Eternity

death is a lie
a higher illusion of sleep
but life is the truth 
a conception very deep
greater than all
the riches we hep

Delesseps Chep Morrison

Old Mayor Morrison was so hep
And was filled with so much pep
He knew where the cars should run
That was DeLesseps Morrison

He swept the city clean
Do you know what I mean?
Building playgrounds and parks
NORD athletes making marks

But Governor he'd never be
Pelican State would never see
So he became a loyal diplomat
And we all knew that was that

Since he always wanted to go higher
One day he hitched a ride with a flyer
The little plane then crashed
Leaving all his hopes dashed

Premium Member Ladybug

You are way more than a pet
Ladybug you are my friend
You’re always more than willing
To offer your ear to lend
Just a little Chihuahua
Though you’re a bulldog inside
You are forever willing
Come on bug let’s take a ride
As I write out my poems
You must jump up on my lap
All though after awhile
You simply curl up and nap
Ladybug I sure love you
While on treatment for hep c 
Toni thought I might need you
To give me some company
Bug you gave us your heart
You gave us your loyalty
That’s why you are now a part
A part of our family


Every other line rhyme's and each
line has a syllable count of 7.
Written for the "Pets" contest.

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