Best Jump Out Poems
Some days I feel so damned old
Like my zest is starting to mold
Seems my feet are always cold
My golden years ran out of gold
I'm sitting here on this old swing
Watched the ending of another spring
The birds with their young under wing
The warm gulf winds start to sting
I remember swings used to be fun
We'd jump out and land on the run
All those years chasing the sun
Now those memories are called homespun
And all in the blink of an eye
Young goes to old on the fly
Shake my head and let out a sigh
As a hundred springs pass by
by Daniel Turner
Categories:
jump out, age,
Form:
Rhyme
This poem is dedicated to that kind person who donated me with a Premium Membership. I did not expect it but my grateful thanks comes with a wish of a happy and healthy New Year.
The breeze whispers in my ears:
”Come and join me in a spree
Let's move out towards the sea
Over choppy waves on currents adrift,
See your boat is in full speed,
My strong breeze has filled your sails
And speedily all is glee.
The hot air on the beach is far behind,
For now it's all fresh and clean.
Dolphins jump out of the waves,
Spraying droplets all around,
Till down again they go towards the deep.
Is it not a wonderful sight to see?”
Categories:
jump out, boat, sea, wind,
Form:
Free verse
You can probably tell I've always been inspired by Slim Shady
By the way I rhyme words and the fact my pen's crazy
I'm the equivalent to Jason Voorhees listening to the Marshall Mathers LP with a pen in his hand instead of a Machete
This is a horror movie on paper and I don't think you're ready
You want to dress it up, well I'll jump out of your fashion catalogue
I'm happy to stand out, forget hiding I don't need camouflage
I got in my own way too many times before and I used to self sabotage
No more though, you may want to duck and hide when I let my pen's ammo discharge
I'm a one man army,bring your whole battle squad
You should know by the way I put words together that I'm a scrabble god
Should I rhyme simpler and dumb it down because these days the dumbest people and ideas get the biggest views
This generation need things simple, and handed to them, they don't want to look for hidden jewels
These days people get everything Misconstrued
Kids today seem to think the best rapper is the richest dude
I don't care about a Kardashian or an Amber Rose or who is kissing who
my dad left me with issues and fears of abandonment
I just want to wake up to my dream girl wearing my shirt and making me sandwiches
Have her look at me like I'm the first drop of rain after a drought
Forget the past and future, I'd rather just focus on the matters of now
tell Cupid if he shoots me again to make it Demi Lovato
I wouldn't say it to his face but Brock Lesnar looks like Johnny Bravo
People throw shots these days and they're barely Vodka
My pen is a magic wand that makes me poetry's Harry Potter
Some won't like that I'm bringing rap style punchlines to poetry
but even when I'm writing for fun and joking I still speak openly
Unsure if I had writers block or if I've been lazy
But I'm back now and my pen's crazy
You can all probably tell by the way I rhyme that I've been inspired by Slim Shady
Categories:
jump out, fun, funny, inspiration, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I am seated in a bed-like rock
Under the foothills this is a single block
The Sun rises behind my back
Though I face hills in the west, its rise I could track
The dawn delightfully unfurl
Mother nature decorates herself, like a girl
The valley is full of greenery
This is a soul soothing summer scenery
Flies are flying in group
With joy and strength, to recoup
Honey bees are busy flying from one to other flower
A fresh flower spreads the fragrance in the air
A group of sparrows fly at a low height
Jubilantly enjoying the new light
A tiniest sparrow dances by jumping from one leaf to the other of a plant
On seeing this, I too wish to jump out of joy, like an infant
Peacocks register their scream from a nearby place
I could hear well, as this area is ruled by peace
From a distant rock, a pair of peacock looks
Displaying the richest colors of their outlooks
Birds potentially program their offspring by singing to their eggs, at a short distance
One may think that they raise the voice with a grievance
Before me, a rabbit runs ruthlessly
Forgetting self, I sit here like lifelessly
Fight of monkeys upon trees on the top of the hill, comes like a melody
Free for all, as the whole range is under His custody
Clouds try to attract my attention with an array of colors
Peace as the Prince on the stage, countless others are actors
Breeze blows as if to say she is the most adorable among all
Of course, choosing the one among all is hard to tell
This is a mind moving morning
In my life, this day is a fine inning
My heart desires to lie under this foothill
But my soul is not full
as my mind yearns for my love
Of course, this place is like a paradise, as above
If I am to cherish my love even in a paradise,
the power of love, you may be pleased to praise
Though I stay away at a far off place
The feelings of romance runs like a race
To live here, to the God, I shall be abundantly faithful
But to conquer my soul, other than such love, nothing is more powerful !
Categories:
jump out, feelings, happiness, journey, love,
Form:
Couplet
I've seen my father in my dreams
and traveled to where, it seems,
he is still composing verse
and, happily, we converse.
His poetry plays in my head.
I wake, in haste, jump out of bed
and quickly jot down what was said.
My father is alive, not dead!
He lives in all my poetry.
He'll always be a part of me.
No one can take away his light
as long as I continue to write.
November 30, 2018
Categories:
jump out, dream, father daughter, inspiration,
Form:
Rhyme
My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb,
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two. I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.
4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please stop!”
But she is on a roll. This is her fourth or fifth poem,
and all I have contributed is loud snoring.
I jump out of bed and head toward the kitchen,
making the dog angry, for she has to now fight her
way out of the covers I tossed on her.
Coffee with hot chocolate and tons of sugar first
if I am to make any sense out of this.
Ouch!
My imagination station pinches me on the Petootsie.
“We do not have time for coffee!” She shrieks at me.
Oh, great. It is Trixie, my muse,
and she is obviously in full angry drill sergeant
form today. I hate it when she learns it is a snow day the night before.
I pour my coffee combination, grab a cookie and head for
the computer where my hands begin to type, pleasing her.
These traitors are Trixie’s minions.
Categories:
jump out, muse, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
My mind is like a dangerous neighborhood
I try to never go there alone.
I thought that after all this time Id finally grown.
I met a spark that kindled my fire
How quickly it expired.
Enrapturing me in my sleep.
It burned so deep
It burned so deep.
Whispers of wonders invading my perception
Turns out it was self-deception.
I longed to continue in this delusion
But in the end it would be spiritual pollution.
How do I mend what I have done?
The separation has begun,
But the face of an angel lingers in my brain
I never meant to cause any pain.
If I could jump out of my skin and start again
Wisdom would have kept him as a friend..
If only he could have come to my side
Happily we would forever abide.
But reality is a dark hole
And a bleeding soul
A vacant hole
Where many travelers never go.
Once again its chill creeps down my spine
And I release the one I had to leave behind.
By: Sabina Nicole
Categories:
jump out, how i feel, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.
I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face,
Work must be done and I must prepare for my daily race.
Brushing my teeth and running water through my hair,
I know this day might be good and the weather is so fair.
Streams of sunlight peer through open shades,
I walk to the kitchen, barely awake in a daze.
Open the cabinet for the coffee just inside,
I notice it's empty and then I almost cried.
I gather up my clothes, in a such a terrible rush,
The coffee helps me focus, gives my brain a good flush.
I jump out the door with the speed of lightning,
Into my truck, without coffee my day is frightening.
A few brief minutes passes by as I blaze into town,
My trucks roars down the street with my gas pedal down.
I see Starbucks ahead and my mouth is watering,
Can't wait to taste my coffee for this morning.
Roll down my window with such hast to order my prize,
I ask for a large hazelnut coffee with joy in my eyes.
I make it to work a few minutes early today,
Knowing that I made it, but only halfway.
Categories:
jump out, morning,
Form:
Couplet
What is it about you that makes me
Want to jump out of my skin and fly
Like an eagle in the wind, wings
Outstretched wide as if I
Could do anything because you’ve
Touched me deep inside?
What magic potion do you possess
Causing such commotion so
Deep within my veins
That all of my emotions
Seek equilibrium from the notion
You’re a dancing angel in the rain?
For long have I been standing
In this shadow dark and wide
Waiting for the light of day and you
To catch my eyes. In this golden moment
Before the sun is gone again, I’m higher than
Eagles soaring beyond the blue, all
Because of you my dearest friend.
Categories:
jump out, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
I jump out my bed in morning haste
To give you a lovely birthday serenade
Wishing you happiness and all the best
May all your dreams come true
And all desires of your heart be met
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Happy, Happy Birthday
And God bless!
To our dear friend and poetess, Anne Lise/ Sunshine Smile on her birthday, today , July 23, 2016 Happy Birthday!
Good morning! I just woke up and sending this simple gift and birthday poem greetings to our lovely Sunshine Smile, Anne Lise Andersen.
My Loving Greetings and wishes also to all other July birthday celebrities including my beloved mom whose birthday was last, week.
written: July 24, 2016 9.20am (Sunday here)
Categories:
jump out, birthday, celebration,
Form:
Lyric
PG RATED
Don’t spoil tonight with the woes of tomorrow,
For that might lead to a multitude of trouble,
Nasty Ghosts are looking to mess up your sleep,
But if you wish to insist, let’s take a peep.
Ghosts come unbidden from the foggy, muddy, misty
Grounds of silence and dreams, somewhere from elsewhere,
In the echoes of your mind, whilst still fast asleep, a threat,
For softly they tread in the dark, ourselves only to blame I bet.
Too many horror movies we have watched of vampires
And werewolves, of witches who cast spells,
Lock you in dungeons, bubble bubble their stew, they brew,
Which consists of snails and puppy’s dogs tails, and you.
How about Dracula, and his bloody, thirsty, stained fangs,
Rather watch fireworks on Guy Fawkes that go bang, bang,
But don’t wander too far for the shadows have eyes at night,
They just might jump out of nowhere and give you a fright.
So before going to sleep read something joyful and happy,
Perhaps a Tom and Jerry show or Fred Flintstone and Barney,
Don’t spoil your evening with the woes of tomorrow,
Put all aside and focus on past glad memories, often forgotten.
Categories:
jump out, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Leaving my car, I hasten my pace as
silent pain, screaming inside me
intensifies with the increasing movements made
by what I only can describe as an invisible snake
slithering beneath my flesh.
It’s felt by only me, and seen by no one -
the strange phenomenon
of a nervous system gone awry from side effects
of the “miracle” of modern medicine.
I know my conditions now by the title of Neuropathy,
but that definition does not come close to
describing what I experience unceasingly.
Mere “tingling or numbness”
would be preferable
to the feeling of a slithering serpent
squeezing or pressing down along my back.
Striding into the grocery store,
I find what I need as quickly as I can.
At any time, my metaphorical serpent
might decide to wildly strike,
perhaps while in the checkout line as I wait
with my silent screaming -
Please, line, move! Just let me finish here!
Afterward, with grocery bags in hand,
I scramble to my car.
Once inside, I press my back against my seat.
Ahhhh, relief!
The snake loses its momentum when I am reclined
or pressing myself against a surface,
and so I am not physically as active as I used to be.
People with chronic unseen disabilities
are not just a few.
When you chance to see someone fidgeting
in a line, looking as if
they’d like to “jump out of their skin,”
maybe you are seeing someone like me
with silent pain, screaming
from within.
Nov. 19, 2022
For Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
#3 chosen: Silent Pain, Screaming
Categories:
jump out, pain,
Form:
Free verse
My hands are cold, too cold
the wind burning my nose,
as it pushes me across the road,
hitting me with the reality
that I'm not there where the sun is
Numbers jump out at me
Splashing my face
with their significance
Buses meeting trains and hotel rooms
...you never did leave, did you?
It was I who left
Hours, numbers
Days, years
A decade and 3 years
and this is the first
but hopefully the last
Magnified void that clenches me
I get lost most times
but those numbers again,
Always coming up to remind me...
reflective tears
as the clock ticks past
to the past
and I am left with my hands on
my face and the clock's face
Trembling fingers touching keys
Chilled by so many reasons--
Emptied by the sighing seasons
I remind myself to smile,
amidst these blurry letters
Your laughter
resonating in my heart
Never leaving me
05062017151a226
Categories:
jump out, bereavement, brother, love,
Form:
Free verse
This boy lived down the street from me, his name I will not say,
He followed me to school, and picked on me everyday,
He'd trip me down the hallway, and would pull my hair in class,
The teachers never believed me, because he never got caught in the act,
After school he hid behind the tree, and waited to jump out and scare me,
He would punch me in the arm and run away, and this was on the daily,
I ran home and told my mother all that he would do,
She said, "Why don't you try being nice to him, and then maybe he won't pick on you,"
So I took my mother's advice, and went to school the next day,
I offered him one of my pencils, and smiled in his face,
He smiled back and said, "Thank you," I thought Wow, hey this might work,
But then after school he wrestled me to the ground, and pushed my face in the dirt,
I stayed at home and cried that day, I wouldn't come out to play,
Every time I saw him, I ran away like He was the plague,
I avoided him everyday, and for years we didn't speak,
And then one day standing behind the tree, he grabbed me suddenly,
Before I had the chance to scream, he kissed me right away,
The whole time he had a crush on me, he just didn't know what to say.
Categories:
jump out, bullying, funny love, boy,
Form:
Light Verse
In the labrynth* lost in itself amongst the spirits of days past
Hide the memories of echoes amassed ,
in the maze of today, where thoughts are dashed.
Echoes of life, love and dreams lost forever or so it seemed.
yet not lost, just hidden to jump out when
the tears fall as you write your next poem.
Your muse steps back allowing you to be free
to look for the echoes that you shared with me.
I searched the vaults to find out where they hide
nothing did I find of my memories i had tossed aside,
found instead the lyrics of a well known song
Pink Floyd recorded it, called Echoes, read the lyrics well
memories of what was, is his story to tell.
Penned 13 December 2015
*maze
Categories:
jump out, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme