Best Knocked Up Poems
Porcelain doll, with a face so pretty
a country gal, ran away to the city
Worked in a bar, dancing on tables
beat shovelling sh-it, in Pa’s stables
Looks for love, but only finds bums
lowlife gamblers, in rundown slums
Go back home
not a chance
One day soon
find romance
Porcelain doll, life’s becoming gritty
rent’s due, ain’t nothing in her kitty
All knocked up, mascara streaking
bloodshot eyes, skin’s unappealing
Sleeps in the pines, winter it snows
crystallised tears, angel eyes froze
Barely alive
baby’s dead
No way back
no warm bed
Porcelain doll, face’s the committee
lunatic asylum, nobody shows pity
Shock treatment, four hourly dose’s
prison guard lesbians, with halitosis
broken doll, made one bad decision
they chipped her head, thin incision
Eyes don’t blink
stare at space
No expression
just a doll’s face
By
David Kavanagh
Little Lulu, a cute little girl.
in her sundresses loved to just twirl.
Around she kept going,
pink underpants showing.
Her life would become one big “whirl.”
In grade school, she grew to be wild.
Upside down, in the playground, this child
from the monkey bar hung
in her sundress among
all the boys standing round her, who smiled!
As a teen, Lulu still loved to wear
a sundress to make young men stare.
She was thought a great sport
when she wore a dress short,
legs crossed as she sat in a chair.
Little Lulu was so hot to trot
her affection by many was sought
till that cute buttercup
got finally knocked up.
Then a white wedding sundress she bought!
The years crept up quickly on Lulu.
On her porch she now stands and calls, “You-hoo!”
to every old guy
who might give her the eye
as she twirls the huge skirt of her muumuu!
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by the contest: "The Sundress"
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~~
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you
Straight to bed
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be
You can kiss my ass
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that
Trailer trash
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
Sheriff come round and says
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done
But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun
So daddy don’t
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
1-24-13
From the first moment I saw you I fell in love.
I knew that I had to have you, and I would do what ever it took to make you mine.
You were such a beaming beauty and you made the ground shake under my feet.
We spent many of happy times together since that day when I made you mine.
Then came that dreadful night when I returned home from a fishing trip to find you gone.
What I felt all along had suddenly come true; I just couldn’t go on living with out you.
Then I saw the letter and it explained what happened and where you could be found.
I went by the next day hoping to sneak a peek at you, but to no avail.
I could have gone over there just to see you, but that wouldn’t do.
I had to straighten something’s out in my immature, selfish life first.
So, I went back home, and over the course of the next few days, I got rid of my toys.
The motorcycle, the ATV, the pool table, the Xbox 360, and even the Kegerator went.
Now, I was ready to make a new start, and take you back home again.
I knocked up on the door, and Pops let me in. I said “I’m here for my red beauty.”
When I laid eyes on you it was love at first sight all over again.
I brought you a present and opened it up; placing a drop behind each head rest.
I made you a solemn promise that day “I’ll never let anyone shift your gears again!”
I slapped three grand in Pops hand, and we rolled out like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s night.
Me and my honey-red Corvette.
My entry in Drake Eszes's contest "I just can't live without you" 3.5.11
Ref; Pops Repo LLC
A fictional tale...beginning to end
A raging bull
Trapped in a cell
Counting the years
To the end of his fears
Robben Island
Dealt us a thieving hand
That stole our Tata
And left us in tatters
But between mountains
Grew the heart of a lion
Between the largest boulders
His pride became bolder
His peak beaconed
Our highest aspirations
Firmly rooted to his valley
A sage of strong family values
Between his strong arms
Bursting at the seems...
From the Atlantic your Manelo Bridge
Ensured we were never out of reach
It now spreads across the city skyline
Like a rainbow after the rain
It bridges our past and future
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In remembrance and celebration of Mandela Day - on 18 July, 2015
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We Miss you Manelo - Chicco Twala (1989)
Back in the dark days of apartheid in South Africa, censors were ready to ban books, songs and people. In the 1980s, one of the most popular South African musicians was Sello "Chicco" Twala who is still a stalwart in the South African music industry today. In 1989, he released a pop tune called "We miss you Manelo" that was accompanied by a seemingly innocuous video that tells the story of a teenage girl Manelo. Poor Manelo gets herself knocked-up and eventually runs away from her very angry parents. Later in the song, Manelo's parents reflect on their move and are distraught over her continual absence. Hence the song's refrain is "We miss you Manelo, where are you??
If you listen to the song carefully, you will understand the genius of Chicco and other artists of the time. Here are some of the lyrics:
"It's been a long time, Manelo where are you?
We are missing you, Manelo Where are you?
Come back, come back home!"
that paper— void of agape love— is like a hand without a glove
who told that blame lie?!—sweet as pie....
preacher crack open the "Good Book" and pretend words he or she took— NOT!!!
who told that blame lie?!...
what God has put together let no man put asunder—what a lying blunder—God had nothing to do with it
who told that blame lie?!...
knocked up—lust—big bank account—good cook—
good catch
agape' love no where in the batch
who told that blame lie?!...
that paper— stronger than steel shackles...
that paper— invented roun' 'bout 1503 A.D.— would hold hostage you and me
who told that blame lie?!...
but know the truth— and the truth will set you free—free from the lie that binds
agape' love— is the only love that is one of a kind...
hard to find—but—when you do—you know it —when you know it
and that— ain't no blame lie....
Inspired by the movie; "Things Never Said"
Once a girl with a big butt
Went on a diet to lose a lot
She stopped eating and shoving food
Thinking it was good
She became bigger and fatter for she was knocked up on the spot
I'm only seventeen but the pains that I've had could've took fifty years to build.
I was abandoned as a child, and left all alone. Given to someone who doesn't
really care. Then at eight I had my innocience taken away. But I'm only seventeen
don't get me wrong. Then at fourteen I had my first love, but love is for suckas and
that didn't go good. I got knocked up at sixteen and lost that right away, but I'm
only seventeen don't get me wrong. Then I found a guy that I thought just might
be right, but when I saw him at the movies that night, I knew nothing would turn
out right. I'm only seventeen and I been through alot, I'm going through a court
case right now, for rape of a child, but he was only fifteen and rape is not right.
We were together and truth be told, I was told he was sixteen that night. So
i'm only seventeen and i've gone through alot, but I'm only seventeen, who am I to
say that it's alot.
...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.
Situation #1
Having it hard your whole life
didn’t know if u were gone last one
Sleepless night
Life
Deceit
Your dads gone away
Your mothers doing her best
Tryna survive life’s everlasting test
U say u cant take it
Its 2 hard
Ur giving up 2 easy
Everything isn’t always gonna b ur way
So u decide 2 dropout of high school
And try 2 do your own thing
Pull your own strings
But we all know the REAL reason y u
Dropping out
Cuz that boy in geometry class studied
Your biology and flipped your purity inside out
And now your knocked up
And confused
Clueless
Don’t know what 2 do
Now wishing
If only u wud have
Listened
2 those things mama used 2 say
Hm, at 16 u just threw your life away
Now your going out of your mind
All the answers to your questions u need 2 find………..
Lets move on to lemon lime
She’s so bright and stands out all
The time
I mean she’s so fine
All the guys have tasted her forbidden fruit
Yup she’s a tough cookie
Like mark from reading rainbow
But in roots
But Mrs. Lemon lime shud slow down sometime
Try telling her that and see does she answer that
Ha naw all she does is swish her hips and flip her hair back
Lemon lime thought she was dah queen
So did dah guys
Cuz,well u know what I mean
Suddenly lemon lime started to rot
Her parade went down
She started aching nonstop[
Something was wrong
She wasn’t blind
She just didn’t wanna see
All these guys that called her queen
Well one of them gave her HIV
Wow now what is this high school cheerleader gnna do
Idk
But there’s a moral to both of these stories
Don’t b so easy and anxious to give up your glory
This poem is for black girls who
Continue 2
Follow the educational rhythms in their own drums
Battle scars, bleeding
Knocked up wombs from inbreeding
Join hands "God's children"
Mel got knocked up very early
when out playing the field,
then she went and murdered it
before it all got ‘too real.’
Now her baby haunts her dreams,
and she sees only perdition,
there’s a reason we don’t kill kids,
there’s a truth behind tradition.
Allan called himself ‘open-minded,’
and said ‘he would never judge.’
He’d let anyone into his house,
be they poor, homeless, or thug.
One day he woke up and found he
no longer had a television,
still he refused to make judgements,
blind to why it’s a tradition.
Sue was an empowered type,
she “did not need no man!”
She went ahead and had a kid,
to be raised by her own hand.
But now the boy is out of control,
and her pay-check’s but a pittance,
with no husband to share the load,
as was done by tradition.
Mark was a male feminist
who stood by to help his ‘girl.’
She was a strident activist,
she was his entire world.
Until he learned a Hell’s Angel
upon his true love had ridden,
there’s reason men should act like men,
not by chance is it tradition.
Jane, she was a young GI,
one of the very few
women who had passed the tests
Aal male soldiers must do.
Where her squad was over-run,
her captors laughed in derision,
She knew what they planned for her,
a dark and horrible tradition…
Rick was a damn millionaire,
quite blessed by inheritance,
never had to work a day,
nor a toiling hour spend.
Still he sent out resumes,
surrendered to the repetition,
to have no task would drive him mad,
he needed that male tradition.
Sure we know some had to go,
discrimination comes to mind,
but the bulk of them still remain,
and I think most folks will find
these ideas stand the test of time,
face Darwinian competition,
those that survive all the world’s trials
are entrenched as tradition.
To seek change for it’s own sake,
is a foolish waste of time,
a vanity of success and wealth,
a byproduct of good times.
But this world is a ruthless thing,
with nonsense it’s not smitten,
to survive at all is a great fight,
your best weapons are traditions.
My neighbour friend? His life is through -
He bit off more than he could chew:
His teenage daughter caused much grief -
Dropped out and got knocked up, in brief -
Dad lost his cool and spanked her! Twice! -
Recorded on a smart device.
She called the cops and they drove him
Straight to the bad dad asylum.
April 1, 2023
On Wendy Watson’s Snappy Ending
She was making love with him the other night
Without protection she felt alright
Yesterday she found herself worried instead of proud
Cos she was sure that she hasn’t got IT this month
Today doctor said, “Congratulation. You’re going to be a mom.”
“Uh-Oh”, that all she could say
Realized she only is sixteenth just today!
Contest: Mom, I'M PREGNANT!
Sponsored by: Gwendolen Rix
*Teenagers who become pregnant before marriage, dealing with problems of psychological
pressure. Namely fear, disappointment, regret and low self-esteem. Psychological impact on
teen pregnancy hardest part is when couples who knocked up does not want to take
responsibility. Feelings of guilt made them did not dare tell the truth to parents.
(http://healthmediconline.com/psychological-impact-on-teenage-pregnancy.html )