Best Hollywood Poems
I'm partying down at a Hollywood bash
The reason I'm here is that I crashed
I figured that if I would have asked
I would have been told to kiss their...
Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies
I'm not even close to being a famous guy
Something I often ponder and question why
But that's another story for another...
Time to see if there's anyone that I know
As I'm rubbing elbows with the escargot
Something smells fishy at this table bro
Wondering should I stay or should I...
Go ahead and think what you will of me
I'm just here to meet Justin "The Bieb"
Once I do then I can leave
Wait a minute, in the corner is that...
She gave me a glimpse from behind the bar
I'd take her home but don't have a car
With that deduction I wont get very far
Still do you think she thinks I'm a...
Star light helps to guide me home
I was found out and kicked out of the Hollywood bowl
It's a lonely walk that I'm walking home
Hey look! Another party, what the heck, you never know...
Some people are up to no good
And seldom behave like they should
When in Tinseltown
They let their hair down
Knowing starlets like Holly would
the early bird gets the worm
wake up in the morning to be told
what one of the winning numbers is
playing along
can you figure out
the metaphors throughout the scenes
from music to movies
and wherever else
an amazing statement
and finaly you know
there is method to all your madness
so many scenes of this hollywood lottery game
getting ready to set it all off
among like attracting like
the things you enjoy to see
the winner of this lottery game
is truly deserving
among the mess
another slide for the one who shouldn't win
superstitious
now you know the game we play
the race is on for me to take the wrong one
the several others should be ok
L.A.
.
They say the city of angels
Is run by demons
Like many other cities
But I’m not sure
Riding my Harley
Through Hollywood and Vine
I see the signs
But still have Santa Monica still on my mind
.
Bought mementos
In Sacramento
And in Malibu, I almost lost my mind
In Rodeo drive I shopped
Until I dropped
Had a room in the Beverly Hills hotel
A place I know well
And in The Brown Derby I dined
.
L.A do you love me
As much
As I love you
They say in Hollywood
The streets are patched with gold
But I’ve seen the other side
The down and outs
And the Hollywood dolls sell their hides
.
Money speaks in tinsel town
And the rich and famous
Come out when the sun goes down
.
But for the homeless
On the sidewalks and highways
It’s just another night
To fight to survive
And stay alive
.
Been to Burbank and Oakland
And on Venice beach
I played my guitar on the sand
And watched the sun go down
As me and my partner
Walked hand in hand
.
L.A do you love me
As much
As I love you
They say in Hollywood
The streets are patched with gold
But I’ve seen the other side
The down and outs
And the Hollywood dolls sell their hides
.
Why I love L.A so much I’m not sure
But the more I visit
I just love it more.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
You stalk me through the flashing haze,
your shutter catching all my ways;
I pose like I'm not keeping score,
but crave the click, then beg for more.
You linger where the shadows bend,
my secret rival, closest friend;
your lens undresses every truth,
I glow for you, eternal youth.
You chase me down the midnight street,
I slow my stride so we might meet;
your breath behind me, warm and near,
a whispered fame I long to hear.
We orbit in a fevered spin,
you want my world, I want your grin;
obsession twines us, tight and bright,
two silhouettes in borrowed light.
So take your shot, my favorite view.
I shine because you're watching too.
Stardust burning your eyes,
Colors you long to touch,
Lots of luck
dreamin' your way out of this one,
you've run out of time;
Your covered in dust;
Touch the waves with your toe,
Feel the joyful breeze:
the joyful lack of direction
the total lack of frustration
and always the smell of the ocean;
There's a reason
the stars make California their home;
It's the place everyone sings about
the ocean, the stars, the sun
lot's of luck
dreamin' your way out of this one
your already gone.
fame walk
star mock
sand bar
sea star
five limbs
five glims
tube feet
replete
feed on
plankton
plankton
hang ten
landed
stranded
off shore
dry sore
starfish
wet wish
sun lights
last rites
bit dust
star crust
high tide
revived
swell waves
God saves
There are many good people from Hollywood. Hollywood is a working class district of L.A. (1 of 42 districts). Celebs don't live there which includes the Epstein ilk. Bad people are all over the place, especially the Red States and their people who voted for the bad leaders. There are bad dictators all over the world, repressing the women, not just in America. I've never heard of KKK members in Hollywood, I have in the Maga States. Let's not bundle all people in Hollywood, that is ignorance!
A good Ambassador Hollywood, to the world along with Jazz music, Hollywood movies, with their dazzling musicals, bright comedies, and intense dramas, and Si Fi, has been the dream maker for the world! Even those working in the movie industry were by and large hard working Americans. Glamorous actors just a tip of the ice berg. For those conservatives, they should remember Regan was a product of Hollywood. Thank you very much.
They broke up
Irreconcilable differences
After twenty years together
No further comments will be made
Some admired them for the length of their relationship
Even though they never wed.
She said of him
He’s a guy’s guy.
I won’t marry because
I am too afraid of taking him for granted
Or him taking me for granted
Our children and our property bind us
I can’t say it’s always been comfortable
But we are really good friends.
He said
Our conversations were honest
Heated sometimes
But we always got along
The lawyers are working it out
There are issues that need to be straightened out
Mostly financial stuff
Like alimony and child care
But we’re still friends
Immortality reigns in the land of the living
opening its windows for Life to close its doors.
So much evil, chewing the helpless human flesh
senses of sight and smell condemned
with hearing and feeling greatly exaggerated.
Mobile forces with intentions so evil
carrying deadly plans and missions
not waiting for their waters to break
scavenge for anything with life like corrupt investigators.
For a hundred predatory tongues, blood is the only meal
outrunning the spirited out-runner
chasing like a hundred chariots with tireless limbs.
Terror suffocates confidence
and smells terribly like a bad odour.
Existing shadows in thick darkness
whispers in baritone, of an intimidating forest
in a crunch contest between the winds and the spirits.
Silence also gives so much noise
imaginations get obese with steroids-overdose.
Trembling manifest as man’s original creation
and each scream gives out a thousand echoes.
So alone in the hollow of death’s joker
one surely raging, painful and slow
producing a gentle lay in a casket of poisonous spiders.
Street lights,
on a wet night,
reflecting, glowing like
terrazzo stars embedded in
the street.
~Andrea Dietrich "An American..." Contest
Pick a ‘Cause’ and then lecture the press
On why this ole world’s such a mess
With a high school drop-out degree
‘So what? I’m a STAR! I’m just… ME”
Oh the charities your slick agent books
How bout giving when nobody looks?
Slip five thousand in cash for a start
In that can at your local Wal-Mart
THAT'S right, you don’t shop there! My-my
(“Oh, they abuse their workers that’s why”)
Feed that starving, unfortunate child!
Who grovels in the African wild
“Um, that’s why I’m so pale and so thin
I SOOOH much identify with him”
"SO sorry, gotta go, here’s a wink
Got a date to go scream at my shrink”…
...Oliver had saved up the cash
to buy into his employer’s franchise,
bought his own store, aggressively courted
every rancher in the countryside.
Soon enough the cash flow was well in the black,
so Oliver and the bartender wed,
bought their own house and were soon expecting,
he cared nothing for what the people said.
Jack, still drinking, played the Hollywood scene,
was a fixture of the wild nightlife,
soon he was in the tabloids again
when he knocked up a girl he knew one night.
He managed to keep working in film,
supporting roles were the best he could get,
with alimony and child support
he found himself slipping into the red.
When he crashed his car into his front door
he was quickly shuffled off to rehab,
in what would be the first trip of many,
the addiction had a grip on him bad.
But still he managed to get some work,
and when folks saw his face on the air,
they’d look at Oliver, mumbling how,
“That brother never went anywhere.”
Now Hollywood is a hot-bed of rumors,
and a disturbing percentage are true,
soon tales spread of Jack’s early acting days,
and all the things a new actor has to do.
Rumors of giving favors to producers,
insinuations of oral sex,
some said that was why her drank so damn much,
and why relationships left him vexed.
Whatever the case, on the internet,
the rumors became an ongoing meme,
his reputation thrown in the toilet
by GIFs and infographics obscene.
Oliver, back in fair Nebraska,
really had no reason to complain,
he had three kids and sold big equipment
to half the ranchers on the Sand Hills range.
Nobody was making memes out of him,
no reporters were snooping through his trash,
tabloids were not undermining his marriage,
and he was making more than enough cash.
He had six stores and a seventh coming,
and a hundred acres tied to his home,
a life or both family and friends sincere,
the general public did leave him alone.
The only thing that could worry Oliver
was what would happen to his brother Jack?
How many stars had walked down that same road,
and how many of them had never come back?
Though Jack’s state would weight hard on his mind,
and hear feared to see him drowning in despair,
Oliver couldn’t help but laugh at the folk
who thought it was he who was going nowhere.
Have you taken notice of how they kiss in Hollywood?
You mean those hot, sexy, steamy kisses in the movie love scenes?
No, the ones when heads are side by side and they kiss the air
Their lived a man once upon a time in Hollywood
Who in peace and war his glory stood
Reaching by far his story could
For he was known to share holy food
From a holy book in Hollywood
Always alone he used to be
With his broad sword no enemy was left free
He could slash and shriek zubb zubb like a bee
And took a holy book and said, ‘Lord forgive me.’
And finally admitted this is how it’s suppose to be
He went to the coast to enjoy the calm see breeze
And watched immigrant ships telling him to freeze
He killed people who had pads on their knees
And preached to those who has none of these
And could finally pray as usual in the breeze
He stood for all joy and stood for anger
For he had to use both his book and his panga
As they both worked on people to kill their hunger
He gave a wait to his finger
Which pointed at the book to kill the anger
For his missions he never was late
I don’t know how because there were no calendars to tell the date
Nor clock to tell the time, but sunrise and sunset
When he hunted his need until he would get
And his book and sword was used on time, never late
He was known to be a Hollywood ranger
Who could welcome any stranger
Whether for peace or war he was ready for any danger
On Christmas he used to sing away in a manger
And he was ready to preach and fight as a ranger
Stories were flying about adventures of him
But publishers were scared to publish his film
Nor light on him could beam
For they were afraid of his team:
The holy book, the sword, and him
Now you may wonder how I’m writing about this man
It’s neither because I have a gun
Nor because I’m able to run
But it’s because he passed away and he’s done
And every creature in Hollywood remembers this man.