Best Lassoed Poems
x You,
the one who hurts me.
x You,
the one who chains me.
x You,
the one who controls me like a puppet.
x You,
the one who has my strings tied to your fingers.
x You're making my choices yours and I've gotten used having no say.
x Weave the webbing you create,
Trap me like a fly.
x Everytime you hurt me,
I manage to pretend that I am blind.
Im clearly not but I lie and tell myself
"She cant be that bad!"
... Can she?
x To me you're like a cigarette,
Im addicted to your love despite it being the thing that's killing me, I don't want to stop but this time I won't let myself answer your calls.
x Instead,
you fill up my head.
Memories,
Cravings,
Feelings.
Withdrawal drowns me.
x I should burn every excuse I made for your abuse,
But I don't.
x Keep promising myself I won't go back to you,
But I've never quit successfully.
x Halfway through another cigarette,
I promised it'd be my last 3 packs ago.
But I knew I'd likely never quit.
I don't even get a buzz anymore,
I feel nothing for them.
x I feel nothing for you.
Pain is fuel for frustration,
Because I don't have a will to quit.
x You lassoed me and pulled me in,
just to tear me and my everything apart.
Thoughts of you flood back any time I leave,
a voice of silk whispering to me.
Claiming one more time won't hurt.
I'm not strong enough to ignore it and it senses my fear.
x I said it was the last time last time. x
x I know the damage even a tiny taste can do.
I swear it's the last hit I'll take of you.
x I don't wanna be alone.
I tell myself your toxic love is like cigarettes or drugs.
Addictive, deadly, and damage can only be seen with the eye of time.
x I need to find a way out of your faux love web,
but I can't see through the fog your kiss leaves.
x You're like a cigarette. I'm desperate to stop but at the same time, I don't wanna quit.
PersephonesPain
Info
Entry #1
Date
Wed. x 00:30-06:10 x 26-1-22
Inspo
Nicotine, P!aTD.
Categories:
lassoed, abuse, addiction, girlfriend, love,
Form:
Narrative
Imagination
When I was young
just a bright eyed child
Magic meshed with imagination
Both mystical and wild
Fairytale kingdoms
Colourful real
The grey world outside me
Held such little appeal
I rode metallic moonbeams,
Lassoed shooting stars
Collected turquoise oceans
in my mason jars
My best friend was a monkey
King Bongo ruled my toys
Although small in stature
I was somehow more than other boys
Nothing seemed impossible
I travelled at the speed of thought
Everything wasn’t what it was
And some things were what they were not
I rushed to grow up
Yes it’s true
It seems boys often do
Still my friend I have a secret
I might have kept from you
When I close my eyes
Imagination reappears
I travel back to yesterday
and all those years they disappear.
Categories:
lassoed, appreciation, art, beautiful, fantasy,
Form:
Imagism
The Firemen were ready for their competition, as excitement did abound.
Then in flew Super Dragon, while landing, he mowed his buddies down.
Yep, he had landed tail over appetite, but of course, that they did expect.
As one lassoed him, with the hose, before he again, took the fire truck out.
Those firemen are truly fast thinkers, even when knocked from their feet.
But Dragon is on their team, so they know to expect the worst, you see!
So when Dragon breathed his normal fiery sigh of relief, they knew to…
Throw the usual bucket of water in his face, as they always, normally do!
Then everybody hugged Dragon, as he smiled, a REALLY WHOLE LOT!
For firemen are a special breed, that know how to enjoy the spice of life!
For spice, Dragon gives them, with no exceptions, every blooming time.
Wise, at the Hose Hoist, they let him blow the whistle at the starting line.
When it melted, for the Forcible Entry Event, he was given the bell to chime.
And when he got his head stuck in it… Don’t ask how… We do NOT know!
He was the Victim Rescued, when the Jaws of Life was used, to let him go.
Then they gave him a flag, to use at the finish line… to flag the winner down.
Yep! He was part of their obstacle course, as he tripped, a few, he didn’t intend!
He then became, of course, the Dummy, they carried to that Events final End.
And he was the honored spray target, on the Hose Event, later on my friend!
The Climbing the Ladder with the Hose Event… now seemed easy, in the end.
You see, Dragon being Dragon, simply doesn’t bother them… No! Not at all!
For they’re the He-Men Firemen, Quoting Dragon ‘The BESTEST of them all!’
And as Dr. Seuss says ‘Why fit in… when you were born to stand out.’ And…
‘Watch where you step. For life is a great balancing Act.’
Or ‘You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.’
To that, we know, Dragons not to be missed, or he’ll accidentally mow you down!
And just so you’ll know, our Firemen are also, the best Dragon wranglers around.
They stay vigilant, and keep their eyes open, when Dragons’ around. You can bet!
For they’re The Undivided Winners, Definitely the Bestest Firemen- you can get!
Written by Carol Eastman 6-2-2016
Categories:
lassoed, adventure, fantasy, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Light Verse
I lassoed some stars from near and far
and kept the dark at bay.
I hugged the moon and danced a tune
until the break of day.
The covers I flung as I kissed the sun
and asked it please to stay.
I sung a verse to the universe
and then I knelt to pray.
Categories:
lassoed, appreciation,
Form:
Light Verse
The wind herds
the brown-paper bag leaves
pell-mell along the river of asphalt.
Gusts whip bare branches into a frenzy.
Mini cyclones scatter street rubble.
Flags whack poles with great abandon
and cloth lines bang rudderless into the clapboard.
Men with tear filled eyes rush toward shelter.
The sun still, and silent, lassoed by the herder
shines lemon ice upon the day.
Categories:
lassoed, adventure, life, nature
Form:
Free verse
"Hurry!"
"Hurry, you've gotta see this!"
She yelled at me from a hundred yards down the beach ...
So I ran, barefooted, as fast as I could to where she stood
But when I got there ... nothing!
Just her smile as she nipped her bottom lip
"Gawd yer sexy when you run in the sand," she said
Are you kidding me - there's nothing here??
"Oh, I wouldn't say that I was ... nothing" she answered
She did have a point there
"In fact ... since you ran all this way"
She took handfuls of her knee-length hair and lassoed me with it
Pulling me into the dunes and marsh grasses
She had laid out a blanket, neatly
With a basket of food and wine, wrapped in red plaid
"That's dessert, cutie-pie," she motioned
But what about the main course?
She smiled again, falling back onto the blanket
Right hand grasping my belt
"Me," she winked.
Categories:
lassoed, appreciation, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The moon cannot be lassoed, the persnickety opossum said.
Cat next to him laughed so hard, his face turned pink, then red.
Depends on how magical you are, the feline said with knowledge of many.
He lassoed the moon, which gave us enough swiss cheese to feed twenty.
Categories:
lassoed, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
There's been a breaking news report about Santa's reindeer.
While flying over Russia, they were lassoed by vile Vladimir!
"I'm determined to ruin Christmas for everyone this year.
Too many smiling faces in the world," he said with a sneer.
An envelope arrived at the Kremlin. Postage was first class.
And a note scribbled from a poet's hand, that was rather crass.
It read, Here's a gift for you. I found it in a pile on my grass.
I hope it reminds you of the poop that plopped from your ass.
Putin was enraged! Someone took a photo of his snarling jeer.
When it was shown on the news, the world let out a cheer!
He's going to take revenge, and wants everyone to live in fear
but I think there's a hero who's going to take down Vladimir.
The one who'll save Christmas is a jolly man in a red suit.
Usually he's kind to others, but not to one of such ill repute.
He'll get back all eight reindeer and his sleigh filled with loot
and tie up old Valdimir, that obnoxious murderous brute!
Santa wasn't injured when putrid Putin captured the reindeer.
Laying a finger beside his nose, he got himself into first gear.
"I'll nuke him," Santa said, "Blast his butt out the hemisphere!
Then deliver toys to girls and boys. Fly home and have a beer."
Categories:
lassoed, christmas, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
They kept telling her to leave!
But her heart didn't hear their
loud thumping voices.
Like an idiot staying up all night,
this grandmother,quite old,
Physically worn out, decided it
was time to fold.
After all, few years had she left!
She put away her quill in her oak
desk, more than bereft.
Knowing to them she was nothing but
a "thumbs down."
But knew that was fine, as one
day, she would wear a heavenly
crown.
Loathed because she was a patriot!
Knew truth, not lassoed by fake
news lariats!
Glad she was in the PS Anthology,
She grinned with humble satisfaction.
Staring at her friend.the lone, moonlit
Oak tree.
The quill rustled softly in it's velvet
green holder.
No quitter, she, hard times always made
her far bolder.
12/19/20320
Categories:
lassoed, courage, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
we bury the past like but not with dread
wounded hearts triaged and on the mend
we bandage the cuts, scratches and mars
slowly they heal with just a faint scar
we pick it all up from yesterday
start again fresh, another clean slate
what we put in is what we get back
tenacity a virtue that you never lacked
you see the lightning, hear the thunder
a red-flag warning that causes some to shudder
an Irish tempest with eyes that flash
you may have finally met your match
you can't say that it is ever boring
you lassoed a tornado with your lariat
like Pecos Bill you ride though it bucks
going till the buzzer with any luck
you hold on tight, with one arm in the air
spurring me on with your special flair
ride on Pecos, hold on tight
this could be the ride of your life
Categories:
lassoed, imagination, introspection
Form:
Couplet
Among the flowers of beauty bright,
Upon leaves of green I sight
Graceful webs of intricate fashion
Of labor and of passion.
No architect so proud can craft this shroud;
Its sticky vines of ensnaring gloom
Tell little of an impending doom.
Hidden fangs await the unwary,
The thirsty, the greedy;
Entangled vivacity thrashes about
With a dreadful shout.
The spider’s banquet is short and rich
As it savors every twitch.
No prying eye will dare to spy
On death’s descending cry.
At dusk it drops from a canopy sky
To taste the spoils from its ravenous eyes.
Death wrangles a martyr, wraps it in twine
Then dangles it from a vine.
Flowering sprouts enjoy the morn,
Marveling at the horde of spiders born.
A cloud of spiders take to flight
On currents of air lassoed
Just right.
Categories:
lassoed, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Narrative
It's funny how my grandkids hear
just certain things I say.
They fail to hear "Clean up your room"
but hear "Go out and play."
Those ears that don't hear "Eat your peas"
hear "Made your favorite pie."
Some things I say get lassoed in
while others gallop by.
entered in Brian Strand's Contest 241 (any topic or form, 10-line max)
on November 22, 2016
Categories:
lassoed, children, granddaughter, grandmother, grandson,
Form:
Rhyme
Poetry Soup, The foundation where I’m planting my roots,
Lassoed by a rope that’s never loose,
Always bringing me back,
I’m here, ready with no fear, high jacking minds causing post traumatic panic attacks,
Ya no match for Quincy Mac! Always attacking while on track,
Was once a street rat, intellectually faster and now your poetic master!
The Rhyme Advancer with the answers,
With deadly sexy stances of grammar,
Aggressive techniques you don’t seek, seen as dangerous, so you lag and stagger,
Dancing with words bringing this banger,
Too advanced, for the ignorant class, who lack comprehensive swagger,
Picking up my spanners, I assemble transcendental concepts making you tremble,
Majority blessed by their synthetic environment, so minds are simple, worthless like a pimple,
Needing popped, shocked into trauma, so you wake to the storm of the west,
Always assuming ignorance is an asset,
A threat to ya well-being, intelligence tells us we should want to know about everything,
So learn to THINK, in sync with observations that interlink with the missing link,
Quick, question your sick social rank, thoughts go blank? No one to thank for wise principals,
I perceive myself as a human individual, home is earth, but cursed with feeble people influenced by evil,
Been told I’m on a different level, NO! Believing this will take hold of my ego,
Instead I write with flow and send out these writings to your brains radio, So turn it up!
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow I pickup bombs of ammo,
As I undergo experiences growing my vocab to blow minds,
The Knowledge Mastermind, of good and the upheaval of fallen thoughts of evils,
Painting life right now, in this domain claiming a divine easel, that equals more than worldly rules,
Prepare ya tools, Reassemble your sanity from all the insanity and ball,
**** in the air, frequencies of fecal matter disrupting what you think, to you its nonexistent and nothing,
Writings encoded deeply, not for the sleepy, hard to put together like a double sided puzzle,
All or nothing, no trouble, with balance keeping an eye on my surroundings, while under my angels wings.
Quincy Mac
Date written: 11.6.2016
Categories:
lassoed, angel, blessing, meaningful, self,
Form:
Free verse
Castro! the Diablo of Life succumbs to Death
Castro! the devil’s advocate
orchestrated hooligans,
and kept a destructive quest.
Turned a civil nation chaotic.
Death, destruction, and demoralizing tactics
fell tears through the land.
Millions of cries hit the skies over Cuba.
This a cry that would never stop
as even the dead keep crying
with endless shouts for mercy climbing to God .
Castro! the terrifying Diablo lassoed hate
into the children
and grew generations that altered a beautiful land.
A man with demonic eyes
squeezed the air out of the lungs of Cuba.
Without chains Cubans were in chains,
as he burnt their innocence,
and strangles those who oppose,
A fear drilled deep in the land.
Even the dead finds no rest.
Castro the Diablo of lives even in death.
Categories:
lassoed, abuse, anger, celebration, chanukah,
Form:
Didactic
Oh, noble beast, you stand before me muscles quivering in fright
wanting nothing more than to flee. Unable to break or jump the
bars, you blow steam from flaring nostrils and paw the ground.
Once you ran free as the wind racing with it through canyons and
climbing high up the steep slopes you rear in pure joy at the top.
Little do you know you have captured a heart, the heart of a man
who desires to own you. That soon he will trap you and enslave you.
Soon you will be ripped from your herd forced to leave your mares
and foals unprotected. No longer free to roam the wild ranges.
Run down until your flanks heaved with exhaustion and the sweat
soaked your skin. Lassoed and dragged to this corral. Now you swing
your hip in warning for none to approach you. The man sits himself
down and quietly waits until curiosity finally wins and cautiously you
draw closer and snuffle his scent snorting as hastily you back away.
Several days pass now you take food from his hand and allow his touch.
Yet still you gaze far off to the valleys and I can see your longing to
be there free again. I take your side against my man pleading with him
that it would be wrong to enslave this fiery spirit of yours. His place is
not here see how he pines for freedom and his herd. Reluctantly her
man agreed and swung wide open the corral gate startled the horse
stared out then bucking he flew out to freedom yet shortly he returned
and put his head on the man's neck as if to say thanks.
He returned to his herd and fought off an intruder who had moved in.
Now you might think this the end of the tale but oh no it is not.
That winter was very harsh new foals found it hard to cope and often
perished. The stallion remembered the man and drove his favourite mare
to his place placing her in his care only just in time as she foaled that
night in the worst blizzard in living memory. The stallion returned to the rest
of his herd and brought them too down near the homestead and so a lasting
friendship was formed with both enjoying their freedom and yet also sharing
with each other.
Categories:
lassoed, friendship, horse,
Form:
Epic