Best Launching Pad Poems
December
December, known as
last month of our year,
brings happiness to
celebration, cheer.
Soon January will
begin, appear
with new beginnings
wipe the old year clear.
A time to tally up
the happy, sad
those prior months,
before December had.
Months, torn away
from calendars like mad,
now gone; new year
awaits its launching pad.
December closes
circle of year's time
the ending of beginning,
now pastime.
Completion of December
is the sign
A brand new year
will enter our lifetime.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: December
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Judged: 11/2/2015
Categories:
launching pad, december,
Form:
Rhyme
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
Categories:
launching pad, corruption, how i feel,
Form:
Limerick
He sat up late one night and wrote,
His heartfelt Christmas dream.
Dear Santa, I wont ask for much.
His eyes began to gleam.
I've got a baseball and a glove,
A rocket and launching pad.
I've got so many things to share,
But, I haven't got my dad.
He left us not to long ago.
He didn't even pack.
He went to heaven, Mommy said.
But, now I want him back.
I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.
He always hugs me when he leaves.
He always says goodbye.
I hope he wasn't mad at me.
It makes me want to cry.
It's not the same without him here.
Why did he go away?
My Mommy's eyes are always red.
She won't come out and play.
Dear Santa, I just want one thing.
The love that I once had.
I'll give you everything I own,
If you'll bring me my Dad.
I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.
I hope it's not to much to ask.
I hope I've made it clear.
My Mommy misses Daddy, too,
And wishes he were here.
If you can't bring him back to me,
I hope I'll understand.
You've always done your best, I know,
To make my Christmas grand.
I miss my Daddy.
I miss him every single day.
I miss my Daddy.
OH Santa. Why'd he go away?
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
Please! Find my Daddy, Santa.
And put him underneath the Christmas tree.
Categories:
launching pad, child, christmas, hope, song,
Form:
Lyric
I had hoped there would be a 50th class reunion for my class of 67.
Instead, I got word the other day that Aggie High is closing its doors.
For four years, I was taught by some of the finest teachers in America.
For four long years, I filled your library, classrooms, and walked your hallways.
I was challenged and succeeded in math and was greatly inspired by my Biology Classes. I was arrested and captured, moved and mesmerized, by my charismatic History teacher. I even listed on your honor roll and sang in your very respected and talented choir.
I moved away 50 years ago and unfortunately, I have visited you only two or three times since. Just a few months ago, I was privileged to dialogue via telephone with my Art teacher's wife. Perhaps he knew of your coming closure, but he wasn't home to inform me.
O Aggie, I am sadden by the news, but I have come to understand such matters. O Aggie, it's interesting that you have joined a long list of changes and closures in my life. It's also interesting that things I once thought would be history, instead are now current events. Furthermore, it's interesting that, like many of my past acquaintances, I always get little warning.
O Aggie, all things have beginnings and endings, but know this: you have been a launching pad and a gallant educator, rocketing many of us to the stars. What you have instilled in us is forever credited to your account. You have fought a good fight, and your course is near the finish.
My eyes are getting watery Now. So I must cease and desist, lest my proud and tender memories of you get the best of me.
04082017 PS Contest, Paschal Premier, Brian Strand
Categories:
launching pad, education, emotions, memory, sad,
Form:
Ode
Limerick crochetés: Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Once North Koreans joined South cousins
Agreed to let drop divisive sins
Formed one team ice-hockey
Won bronze not so lucky
Each side said: “Not for US, no side wins!”
Both sides appealed to prize committee
Some judges with none could agree:
“South on its own could win
Gold!” said Pence swilling gin
Kim Jong-un said: “No, Siree!”
“Next time round we’ll stage World Jamboree
South will pay for nukes in joint country!
Not cash but solid gold
Stand on launching pad bold
Remember who stood by US in ’53!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2018
Categories:
launching pad, america, crazy, hockey, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Narrative...
The View
At the end of Mulberry street
stood a massive old and weathered oak.
With an owl rested there every night , just waiting
for the right meal to wander by,
then silent wings swooped effortlessly down
the massacre hardly made a sound at all.
I watched from my bedroom window each night to
see this act of natural savagery and the feast
Even saw a black kitten become the monster's meal
Yet never did I think of it as barbaric savagery
because man eats whatever he wants with arrogant glee
As master over all creatures and with contempt
for the weak and lame,
Throat cut and bloodied the cow so peaceful
becomes next day's burgers and we bat not an eye.
Unholy indifference reasoned to be a normal act
by we lords of the earth, we takers of all weaker
things.
Great to find the old Mulberry still a launching pad
after these past decades.
And man changes not except his clothes and his
ideas on his superiority over known and unknown Universe.
Robert J. Lindley
April 7th. 1992
Categories:
launching pad, dark, death, evil, men,
Form:
Narrative
The first time we danced I knew I was hooked
My palms were sweaty, my brain was cooked
I breathed only you as you captured my mind
I’ll love you forever even if you go blind
I can feel your body, soft as silk in hand
I’m stuck on your love like I’m in quicksand
Rescue me darling, I’ll be your cowhand
Let’s ride the range and make our last stand
Roping and riding and shouting whoopee
You’re bringing out that cowboy inside of me
You’re packing the heat that sets me on fire
So cool me down honey cause I’m a live wire
Bedding down outdoors as the sun sinks low
Your lips are on fire even as the cool wind blows
Let’s make a night of it and let the good times roll
And I got a pencil so we can keep score
Nobody’s perfect except you of course
And I love it each time you sway on that horse
Your movements can make a good man go bad
I’m ready for launch from my launching pad
Your movements are perfect you’re a number ten
So let’s love away the night until dawn begins
Riding and shooting and chasing the wind
Then let’s turn around and do it all again
Categories:
launching pad,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
Categories:
launching pad, america, corruption, insect, money,
Form:
Limerick
"Reality is something you rise above." - Liza Minelli
today is nothing less than your blank canvas
so splash those colors never meant to harness
reality is just a bland and neutral tone
you’re meant to dare and soar alone
so spread your wings and don’t be sad
this stage is but your launching pad
propel your dreams and set them free
be wild extravagant go on a big fat spree
take off your blinders knowing the sky’s the limit
don’t slow down until you reach that summit
spark your reality with a dash or two of spice
in life you can’t hesitate to roll the dice
jack up the music sing loud your song
dance under the moon and stars
the whole night long
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~STAY TRUE~ 2023
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on February 17, 2020 for contest SHE INSPIRES SERIES - LM sponsored by MAUREEN McGREAVY - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
launching pad, color, confidence, dream, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Let your words always be sincere
Not abrasive words bent to inflame or cause dissension;
Often, man spews forth words as heat seeking missiles,
Enlisting the tongue for their launching pad;
Forgo the rhetoric that has no usefulness
beyond invading the silence of my space;
Categories:
launching pad, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
~~Michael the Archangel~~
One of the mightiest of Seraphim—It’s him!
Michael the Archangel
His eyes of flaming fire and words like rockets being shot from a launching pad
If you’ve ever met my brother Michael you would learn one thing about angels
They don’t play games and they do everything according to the word of God
When they love they love with ALL their heart
When they war in the heavenlies they hold NOTHING back
Six mighty powerful wings with tips as sharp as razors
Six shiny heavenly wings that lift him like an eagle
He is my brother and he is a mighty warrior
If you are in the Army of the Lord you will get to stand with him in battle
That’s Michael! In a nutshell he is one extraordinary archangel
Just don’t tell Gabriel this because they have a little sibling rivalry going on
(in a good way)!
Written by Gwendolen Rix
9-28-14
Categories:
launching pad, angel, beautiful, devotion, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Student approaches a new semester's launching pad
Cautiously maneuvers rockets into firing position
-- Warning Signal Flashes -- Warning Signal Flashes --
Hazard Alert! Hazard Alert! Hazard Alert!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
MASSIVE COGNITIVE FAILURE!
Cause: Systemic Breakdown of Academic Rigor
Abort Mission!
Categories:
launching pad, abortion, education, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
If God were to recreate the Earth
He might look back through history
And make changes, consider three
All children would be conceived in love
Neglect is suffered shamefully
Too many scarred by poverty
Skin color would not be criteria
For measuring man’s potential
Racial divides? Nonessential
Joy would reign in everyone’s life
Earth’s bounty would be shared by all
Blissful spirits would fill each hall
These three may providing a launching pad
To make our world a better place
And man would revel in God’s grace
Categories:
launching pad, inspirational, social
Form:
Free verse
The heat seeking missile,
Which employs the tongue,
For its launching pad.
Categories:
launching pad, people
Form:
Free verse
I guess the idea is ludicrous,
bizarre, and truely mad
for me to want to build
my house atop a launching pad!
my luck, I'd be watching Merv Griffin
while below me lay more MIRV's
for some ridiculous reason
these idiot's would then declare it War!!!
I suppose you can well guess
what just then, I had in store
to reach above the highest clouds
and then climb and climb some more
above the needle nosed nose-cone
beneath me the rocket's roar
well, I suppose there's worse
ways to go
although what they might be,
I sure as hel_ don't know.
Categories:
launching pad, allegory, confusion, funny, war,
Form:
Burlesque