Best Ks Poems
. Mr. Kopp flies his Kappa kites on nights with
kaleidoscope skies. Lying
on a knoll Mr. Ks’
dreamy eyes
are mesm erized
as his keel pulls from
where his body lies.
kites scrapping the night
become kappa knights
ridding kangaroos against
storm filled cloudy skies.
Clouds were shaped like
steamy kettles filled with
kappa brand ketchup covering
kamikaze curly styled French-fries
Categories:
ks, fantasy
Form:
Concrete
art fart mart cart eart yart nart
part oart lart hart gart qart xart
bart zart kart jart rart vart tart
Yahh trick yahhh! Hey soulja boy...yahh trick yahhhhh! hey A***** bogladks;fjsd aldskfjlkasd, Hey calipark
bads;lkgjl;fdaskfl;klkldjlkfadl ldkfjal;ks dfl, everybody wants to talk everybody wants to jive everybody wants a
hand-shake or a high-five!
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da daaaaaaa!!!!
Thats all folks!!!
Categories:
ks, art
Form:
Alliteration
This All Could Be
AtTractions of the urban surfer,
ExHibits at the shored enclaves,
AbIde the faithful their sole journey,
BaSking rays of summer's retreat,
CoAstal clutter of crowds roll on,
CeLebrities of the day made true,
LuLled breaks in surf even the tide,
NeCks swivels as eyes scouts the beach,
GoOd times are roaring inland,
MoUnting waves indulges the brave,
DeLving surfs stirs the underwater sands,
DaD's and mom's diligently relaxed a tad,
InBounds revitalize the distracted weary,
EvE set in submission of the day's exchange.
2019 September 04
*3rd Place*
Pick A Title, Vol 8 - Acrostic
~~Edward Ibeh
3. This All Could Be
Categories:
ks, 12th grade,
Form:
Acrostic
Space Hoppers, Power Cuts, Texan Bars & Playschool,
Record Players, Tiny Tears, Ford Capri’s (I thought were cool),
Bag Puss, Mrs Thatch, Wonder Woman, Rainbow,
George, Zippy, Rod & Jane, Bungle - have I got them all?
Dial A Disc & Rotary phones, Vinyl Records, Space Dust,
John Travolta, Happy Days, Dolly Parton’s HUGE bust
Tape Recorders, TDK’s, Top 40 taped on Sundays
(Chatting ‘bout what’s Number 1, when back at school on Monday)
Baby Cham, & Chopper bikes, lava lamps and Spangles,
Fondue Sets, & Mateus Wine – (you tried your best to wangle)
Nitty Nora (the bug explorer), Izal toilet tissue -
(was unforgiving on your bum, and gave you ‘other’ issues)
J.R., Dallas, Dynasty, shoulder pads & bitching,
AIDS, the brand new STD, much more than just an itching
Grange Hill, Zammo, Heroin, ‘Just Say No’ they sang
Jools and Paula on The Tube, with up and coming bands
Rubik Cubes, & great big hair, Roller Boots & Pac Man,
New Romantics everywhere – Spandau Ballet, Duran Duran
Frankie Says, & Ra Ra Skirts, odd Fluorescent socks
Red Hot Chillis, posing nude, (‘cept socks upon their c**ks)
MADchester & Afflecks Palace, Bez in Happy Mondays,
Shaking his maracas - (looks like every day’s a fun day)
Acid House, illegal raves, yellow smiley faces
The strangest craze in 89? – Grolsch tops on Brosette’s laces
So many happy memories, you took for granted then,
A shame you can’t go back in time, and live it all again,
Will our kids look back in time with fondness like we do?
It seems that culture lost its way some time in '92...
Claire Bowl © 2014
Categories:
ks, humorous, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who
never would be missed!
There's the pestilential pundits who write without a clue—
All men with bloated bellies who hang out guzzling brew—
All children who play computer games and beat you just like that—
All people who like a glutton eat but keep their tummies flat—
The terrifying boss you've only just met, who on first names insists—
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--
they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the Metallica lead guitarist and the others of his race,
And Material Girl, Madonna—I 've got them on the list!
And the fearful ladies who serve spaghetti on their finest lace,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the millionaire ball players who smirk and snort cocaine,
And unfailingly prove that even with money you cannot buy a brain;
Then there's the homophobes in the closet who curse but mostly lie,
They'd rather stay where the sun don't shine than admit they like a guy;
And that shallowest of arrogant, back-stabbing pr--ks, the corporate ladder climberist
I don't think he'd be missed--I'm sure he'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got them on the list--he's got them on the list;
And I don't think they'll be missed--I'm sure they'll not be missed!
And the self-righteous jurists, who free the high and mightier,
Overbearing, moralistic judges—I've got them on the list!
All afternoon talk show hosts—nah, not Oprah —but especially Springer;
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.
And the slick politician who about corporate influences never lies,
"What, never?" Well, hardly ever when even their 'fluence Enron buys
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!
Categories:
ks, hilarious, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
< No Guts !
No Glory !
C H I C K E N !!!
My Unique Line By K.S.
Chicken
I Will Try Anything Once
Esp When Comes To
Daredevil Adventures
Skydiving
Skiing
Hot Air Balloon
Entry For P.D. Contest
The Most Impressive Line
Categories:
ks, adventure, happiness, imagination, life,
Form:
Free verse
If you could change World History
If you could alter World History,
What would you change and why.
Choose with care and astuteness,
Or someone that lived, might die.
Edward John Smith has fallen sick,
So, he cannot Captain the ship.
That Iceberg may well be avoided,
Allow Titanic to complete her trip.
Harvey Oswald has JFK in sight,
But, the President throws back his head.
An Italian Rifle fires clean and true,
Grazed his chin, Kennedy wasn’t dead
The plane made an emergency landing,
In a Cornfield after leaving Clear Lake.
Buddy is bruised but unharmed,
Rock & Roll spared music heartache.
If Adolf Hitler had never been born,
Would the world be a much better place?
Or would another, equally as mad,
Come along and take his place.
It is the year 1066,
Harold Godwinson commands the hill,
Should he survive and win the Battle,
Would England be Anglo Saxon Still?
Imagine Scriptures had not been written,
In one God, would we still believe.
Perhaps we would all be Pagans,
Is that thought too difficult to perceive.
If you had altered world history,
How did you change and what with?
Did you consider cause and effect?
Because some that died will live.
Paradox KS January 2018
Categories:
ks, change, death, history, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Never Hit a Potamus
Never hit a Potamus,
on his grey brown nose.
Cos' if you do, he'll flatten you,
by jumping on your toes.
For 7 year olds
Contest to follow
KS 28.1.18
Categories:
ks, animal, kids, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is overrated
Misunderstood, miscalculated.
It is the morning mist,
A dew rested on the grass.
In the warmth, it ceases to exist.
with the heat of the sun, it's gone.
Love demands caring,
Demands nourishment,
The constant attention of 5minus4 senses.
Love always dies slow,
Suffocating agony, a hard ignore.
Love is the cancer of the balls.
It's a haunting acoustic of an empty hall.
Echo bouncing off of the wall.
Love is at first,
Stardust, a diamond that shimmers.
Gold that's glistened with worth.
It's the first rain.
The first poetry a poet pens.
It's the first word uttered.
It's all metaphorical yet all literal.
It revolts, it's a rebel and a revolution.
At its pinnacle, it's greater than God.
For Fu*ks!!!
A pomeranian with a pitbull's gut.
In between love is
Understanding, compromising.
a doormat, a doorknob.
It's a lock and it's a key.
It is two different things.
It multiples to cease.
It's the missing
piece, It's all, it is.
A boneless dick.
Puking sick.
It's a nefarious deed of a priest.
Love at last is
An unclean tongue.
A desire of a dying whore to become a nun.
It's constipation,
And stomach cramps.
It's the first kiss and the biting of the lips.
It's a fart that refuses to leave.
It's piss after a drink,
It stinks.
It's a bottled up perfume,
A wild bloom.
It's a ruthless warrior.
A headless chicken.
the vigorous flapping of wings without flight.
It's a dead eye.
And a lie.
It's the heaven of the scriptures,
And a hell of the mind.
It's the sinister divine.
An indecisive crime,
A bell that doesn't chime.
It's screaming on the prayer.
A word unsaid, deed unpraised.
Love is but a suppression of hate.
A mistake,
Poison of a sweet taste.
©su_tshant
Categories:
ks, lost love, love, love
Form:
Free verse
Charlie was dead
Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.
There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and miserly crime capers,
I spent my fortune in shops of curiosity,
Pickwick wrote of it, in his gossip papers.
You gather here with great expectations,
Of bequeaths, chattels and yield.
But listen well to my loyal Trustees,
Messrs Chuzzlewit and Copperfield.
To that twister and Street Urchin Oliver,
and to show I bear him no grudge,
I do leave a Crown and one Farthing,
and a sixpence to Barnaby Rudge.
To our mutual friends Dombey and Son,
Please accept my cane and fine silk scarf.
May you prosper all the year round,
As comfortable as a Cricket on a hearth.
So, here is my last Will and Testament,
Yes, I’m worthless, so whimper and brood.
Where did it all go, there is no mystery,
Lost at Cards to Nickleby and Drood.
KS 6/11/2017
Categories:
bereavement, books, character, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
Demons
I try to get sleep but the demons just keep running round in the back of my brain, and no matter what I do they break me in two, and they're driving me fuc**ing insane.
The sh*t in our veins fu**ks with sh*t in our brains sometimes it's good but sometimes it's bad
When you walk on the wire you're playing with fire and you can f**k up the life that you had.
The music keeps playing and you dance to the tune, only you can hear in your head, and slowly but surely you spin and you spin and you're wishing you were just dead.
You're getting no sleep cause the hours you keep, you f**k and you drink and you snort,
Then you wake up in a haze, from the last several days, in handcuffs sitting in court.
The cycle's repeated your body depleted
You wonder when it will all end.
You're chasing the dragon, can't get on the wagon cause it's like losing your very best friend.
The judges gavel comes down with a thunderous sound, guilty says the man in the Cloak,
You don't remember what they're saying, can tell they're not playing and realize it's no fu**king joke.
Ten years says the man, but this wasn't my plan, I'll be 30 when I finally walk free, the prices are steep, definitely not cheap and eventually you must pay the fee.
See you on the other side, the other side of the bars that lock me away
I'll try to stay clean, avoid the machine,
Just live life by the day.
Can't sleep in this bed, the place fuc*s with my head, the walls are closing in tight
Demons in my brain still drive me insane
A powder keg about to ignite.
I'll serve my time the best I can
Didn't mean to kill that man.
Judgment clouded, brain defeated
Feeling just a little cheated
My life is not my life no more
Incarceration is my fee
They close the gates and lock the door,
All alone, myself, just me.
F**k this sh*t and Fu*k this place
they can't jail my mind,
I'll come out on the other side and cut the ties that bind.
So see you on the other side a little worse for wear but I'll see u on the other side,
If I don't end up in the chair.
Categories:
ks, confusion, depression, drug, rap,
Form:
Lyric
A Blinded B47 Pilot
It was another aviation accident case
That had happened at an Air Force Base,
Except this one was more complicated; (Not Top Gun)
From plane, who would pilot be extricated.
Several facts about the case we did find;
Turns out some way he had become blind;
By a nearby pilot, this one was talked down
With great effort, ended up safely on the ground.
What a wonderful example of a trying moment
Where some brave person was to be sent
Out on an expedition, and by him was reassured
Only a positive result would have occurred.
To outstanding pilot this might have seemed normal
But for us would be something trying and formal;
While on the ground, we were willing to pray,
We are glad God was with them all of the way.
This B47 even happened at Dyess AFB, TX back in
the late 50's or early 60's. The last B47 was
decommissioned in 1963 while I was stationed at
McConnell AFB, KS across the way from Boeing Field
just south of Wichita, KS. The remnants of the last
B47's can be found on I-95 near Savannah, GA and
on West I-54 in Wichita, KS where I had graduated
from Wichita State University at thanks to the GI Bill.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
PS. I would call this bravery which there is no category for.
Categories:
ks, blessing, conflict, life,
Form:
Couplet
(written to be sung to the tune of “What a Wonderful World it Would Be” as sung by Sam Cooke, but I first heard it in the 60's by Herman's Hermits)
Don’t know much about politics.
Only know there are lots of di#ks.
Hardly know why these kinds of guys
cause division and lead with lies.
But I do know the things I see.
One and one don’t add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Not for certain about anything.
Whistle blowers are afraid to sing!
Trust no CDC or FBI.
Do they really protect us? (sigh)
But I do know the things I see.
One and one don’t add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Well, I saw many prices rising fast.
But what did Biden say?
Blamed it all on Russia and smiled with big teeth.
I’m shocked by now we’ve not collapsed!
I do know about history.
Never long lives prosperity.
Loony speeches leave me with no doubt,
and I’m hoping that all truth will out!
For I do know the things I see.
One and one cannot add up to three.
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum (politics)
dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee (lying guys)
Hmm Hmmmm – all those di#ks.
Have a burger with some fries . . .
And enjoy it while you can.
Reset’s coming. Will you have a dime?
What an upside-down world it’s become.
Categories:
ks, world,
Form:
Rhyme
A Silly Sombre Poem
It was on one Tuesday morning, I had some spare time,
So, began to write some poetry, a poem without a rhyme.
My composition was deep and dark, quite difficult to write,
Though I didn’t particularly like it, I knew someone who might.
Her name was doom and gloom, Worlds problems at her door,
As I continued to pen my words, mused who am I writing this for.
I tried a funny line to lighten it up a bit,
But didn’t really work, so I decided, get rid of it.
Feeling rather downhearted, I paused for a cup of tea,
In the hope of inspiration to revive my poetry.
Positive words are what I need to bring my work alive,
Then I wrote more sombre ones, my poem took another dive.
My heart felt so such sadness for the line that I just read,
It starts at the top of the hill and ends at the bottom lying dead.
KS 2 Apr 2018
Categories:
ks, irony, nonsense, sad, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
FIRST NAME
Te T tered experiences that stem within our being
Va R iating interest accordingly links us, implying accomplishment
Br U sh up of our trades supports us to encourage one another
Ch E ss diversions intensify our maneuvering
Ca F feine keeps us sculptured to be at our utmost best
Fo R bearers are distinct from us, as we share kindred souls
Co I nhered universal characters demonstrate our mirth
St E llar so-called quality of us remains immeasurable
Ha N dshakes transpires being extremely numerous to calculate
Me D als, trophies and other embellishments match our cases
LAST NAME
Al T ogether, we intertwine as a class
Bo O ks on bookshelves standing tightly in a row
Ar B oretums unifies the similarity of the spores
Sc O rpions collectively as a group is called a nest or bed
An N alists combine events of any particular year
Ba D men are those who do evil tied to a gang
2020 January 07 *1st Place*
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Juliet Ligon
Categories:
ks, 12th grade,
Form:
Acrostic