Best Hold Out Poems
It's a nightmare down on Elm Street. Satan's waiting here at home.
Where's that little Freddy Krueger with his nails of sharpened chrome?
And that dearest Michael Myers, as he's always sure to call?
Halloween won't be so keen without some slashers in the hall.
They're all meeting up with Jason and the other demon spawn
to pay Old Scratch a visit, so I'll leave the porch light on.
I'm your sugar devil daddy and I'll tempt you if I can,
so now open up those goody bags, cause I'm your candy man.
Welcome, all you little zombies. Here, I've got some flesh for you!
It's in a candy wrapper and so much easier to chew.
Just hold out your plastic treat bag, and hold off eating me.
The junk I'm gonna give you tastes much better than my knee.
It's so loaded up with sugar, you'll be bouncing off the walls.
So go ahead and gorge yourselves and fill the bathroom stalls.
Kneel before the porcelain god or use the toilet sink.
You can always use the practice now, for later when you drink.
You can't take a piece of healthy fruit or any home-made treat.
The media have made damn sure it's only junk food that you'll eat.
So celebrate my holiday and consume till it's obscene.
Welcome into my domain... and Happy Halloween!
October 15, 2014
In your arms I lay, believing my time has come,
you are taking me on a journey, through the
boundaries of life’s windows, across the
cosmos of vibrating stars, yet in any old time
your track of mindful purpose recites as you
return me. ‘I am your friend, at this hour you
needed me, here is my hand I hold out to you
with my undying friendship I offer you sanctuary.’
© Harry J Horsman 2023
I'm standing by the mountain that reaches up so high.
I'm looking toward the heavens and asking for a reason why?
In the shadow of that mountain, I can't see my way through...
but I'll start climbing for the summit because I know I walk with you.
He'll lead me to the highest, he'll lift me and I'll fly,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm wading through the waters that flow down, so deep.
I'm searching for the answers, but in faith, I will leap...
into the deepest, darkest waters, I can't see my way through...
But I'll keep wading through the waters because I know I go with you.
He'll lead me across the waters, hold out His hand and I'll try,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm sitting In the garden that is withering each day.
I'm waiting for my time and while I wait, I will pray...
That when the winter winds begin to blow and my breath is released;
I’ll recall the mountain and the valley, with love and in perfect peace.
He'll lead me to the garden, He'll hold me as I pray and cry,
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
I'm lying in the pasture that spreads out far and wide.
I'm looking for the Shepherd who is always so close by.
There now, in the distance, He waves and beckons me!
So I'll go now into that pasture that leads to my eternity.
He'll lead me through the pastures, He'll carry me home when I die.
Father, Oh Father, You are the reason why.
The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.
The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.
The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.
I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.
The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.
The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.
The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.
I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.
The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.
The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.
My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.
The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.
Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy
For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"
Pussy (Vulnerabilities)
Pussy
Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that pussy has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it all mean
The same thing Pussy, pussy, pussy. And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the pussy up!
So guard and respect your pussy and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my pussy and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the condom he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
Pussy is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of semen left inside you with your naïve ass, I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the pussy stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the pussy!
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the Pussy, be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than ass or pussy! I now know my worth!
Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014
You have to be selective and or practice abstinence in order to be valued ,some women get lucky and he does come back the next day ,but for how long ? Men like to chase and if you give it up too easy its a waste of time ,hes no longer interested and will soon prowl for another ! Keep it to your self till the time is right ,if he won't wait then forget about him!
When you are struck to the ground by struggles bolt
When the pain of lies, betrayal, and secrets unfold
Gazing upon the cliff of life's mountain
Holding in the pain with all that your might can,
Hold out your hands and touch the sky
Watch as the clouds pass you by
Let the wind carry your pain away
Do not think of what stands in your way
Just close your eyes and forget the past
It’s just a moment that already last
Then think of the future and what it holds
Because it’s the only story that's never been told
Reach out for God and he will help you
For he has done for me the same way too
Then open your eyes and do not lose hope
For the prizes are given at the end of the rope
My eyes grow heavy,
Yet I can't sleep,
My soul feels weighted,
But I can't weep
I dream on
Without the hope I need
I need to talk
Yet my tongue's not freed
I clutch my pillow,
I cling to the thought
Of how we met,
And why we fought
It all seems so silly now,
And I wonder why
We could let this stand
And let love die
Pure "saving face"
Holds me back,
Especially since
Your verbal attack
Being a person,
No easy thing,
You've left your nest
And the protection of
Your mother's wing
Should i call?
Or hold out?
Be the weak one?
Or stand and shout?
Oh, Lord, please guide me
Let me know
The way to be...
I roll over in bed again,
And turn on the light,
But light doesn't help.
I have no sight...
Indecision means inaction
I start to groan,
To lose your love,
A fear greatly grown
Turn off the light,
Again to bed
In many ways,
Wishing I was dead.
Far from the town and its bustling throng
knowing just where to go,
Sister and I are walking along
a pathway in the snow.
Down by the lake and over a fence
are hungry ducks and geese.
To their clamor we give audience,
watching their flock increase.
Off comes my ****, for I have brought
what they love to be fed.
I hold out my hand then as I squat
to toss them crumbs of bread.
Those ducklings and geese can’t get enough,
but new snow fills the sky.
My frozen hand goes back in my ****,
for no more crumbs have I!
For the Let it Snow Contest
Based on the first picture: George Dunlop Leslie's Winter Walk
Love one another
I’m a believer
that time is a healer
Words speak the truth
and the sun always shines
Lost will be found
if the seeker is willing
To hold out their hand
as they follows the signs
Wrong can be right
when it carries affection
Smiles can bring
every happiness known
Just like a seed
that is planted in springtime
A flower will bloom
of the joy you have sown
Oceans are small
with the perfect connection
And distance is short
if the promise is peace
Love is the song
that the world should be singing
Arms open wide
so that hatred might cease
All that there is,
there is always a reason
Lift up your eyes,
I am sure you will find
There is no difference
we’re in this together
Love one another
and always be kind
Jealousy flashed in Jade’s envious emerald eyes
She’d spied her ex boyfriend walking towards the pine forest
He was hand in hand ….with her best friend Fern!
Fern looked stunning in her skin tight mint coloured jeans
Jade wanted to confront them but she bottled out
How could she have been so naive!
Last time she’d seen Fern they’d sat and sipped Vodka and lime
Jade had spilled her heart toFern
Told her she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her
Now she realised that Fern had cried crocodile tears with her -
Her compassion was just a lie.
Jade could never hold out an Olive branch and forgive them for their deceit
3rd March 2016
Skipping and leaping,
Lift legs up high.
Good toes, naughty toes,
Pluck stars from the sky.
Stick feet together,
Do you need magic glue?
Wave butterfly wings,
Hold out your tutu.
Little pink girl's
With little pink feet.
The Ballet class
Was just so sweet.
I travel in time twenty-five years
And see my lover in the passenger seat
Shifting currents gliding us toward
The tangled fates that we must meet
So many reasons why to go
But I can't see beyond these walls of stone
The oceans between us only grow
And who we are truly can't be known
You hold out a tattered glove
And remember the coming winter chill
I scratch out your name on the wall
And meekly accept my morning pill
I will send you a thought like a butterfly
That at least we're both still alive
You will chase it away with a whispering hand
The very moment it does arrive
August 27, 2016
For "Rock 'n Roll Rhyme Fest" poetry contest
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
~ Unseeking Seeker
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Are we perceived as hostile beings
by flora that we tend in our gardens?
If we intimidate petals of peonies
each time we walk past their stems,
we should make amends and ask for pardon.
Is the pink tint of their blush mistrust of us?
Withering zinnias and wilting wisteria!
We wouldn't want to burden them with fear
when we speak of how lovely they'd look
in a crystal vase, set upon our parlor mantle.
To ease their worry and not cause their tears,
in our pockets, we don't carry pruning shears.
We personify flowers as if they have feelings—
but do our innuendos have that effect on people?
We label shy ones as loners or 'wall flowers'
who pull back, often going unnoticed for hours.
Do some of us unintentionally cause that reaction?
If this proves true, we need to take a moment
to have in depth contemplative consciousness,
a change in our stance and make an atonement
if it's determined we're at fault— guilty.
If so, our aura indeed has need of correction.
One that shows us emanating a kinder reflection.
The one who wilted as we passed by—
was she the shrinking Violet we refused to see?
Would we bring her heart joy if we paused
and spoke to her with a gentle greeting?
Words that would give the fragile one cause
to not think of us as hostile and vile?
If a kind word is spoken with a sincere smile
wouldn't those greetings be worthwhile?
It's plausible that we'd then have a pleasant scent,
the treacly aroma of consideration and love.
Time taken to say, 'hello' would've been well spent.
Hold out a hand as a metaphorical invitation to dance.
It might give a wallflower the confidence and the chance
to stand tall and no longer cringe at being approached.
If we've been at fault for diminishing the smile in souls,
offer them emotional strength. Be someone who consoles.
Think it over carefully
Before you become a lover
Are you there for the long haul
Or are you just going to hover
Do you want it all
The inner soul and the outer face
Are you for real
Will you hold out in the race
You have to want the good and the bad
There can be no reservations
A love forever is what is hoped for
The one person who will love with no hesitations
Our goals are going in the same direction
But are you really going to be there in the end
Will you love without any holding back
Not just a lover but a forever friend
There are so many options to choose from in life
Do what makes you happy with the least amount of strife
You are the captain who controls the destiny that you wish to create
Make a plan, the rest of your life is at stake
Draw a picture in your mind that would fulfill all your heavenly desires
Take that vision of a wonderful life and make that your reality, and from that you will never tire
Fill it with family and friends and shower them with love
Hold out your hands and reach for the stars high above
Do not let life control your every waking hour
Time to pave your path to success, you have the power
Your vision for life is truly a course you must find
Just remind yourself you are truly unique, a one-of-a-kind