Best Leaning Poems
I wish to share a
secret about a
landmark I've
just viewed -
the tower of
pisa doesn't
lean it's the
world that's
sadly skewed.
The leaning tree has battled many a storm
The scars are plain to see
It's crooked trunk and twisted branches
are a living testimony
As I pass in dreary weather
I always take a second
To rest behind his broad limbed back
hidden from the wind
When at last the summer comes
I lean upon that curving bark
There to share my favourite book
Beneath his leafy arc
one thirty phone call
legless teenage son in need -
dad's taxi deployed
falling up the stairs
legless teenage son in need -
dad's support required
incoherent sounds
legless teenage son in need -
dad's patience tested
vomiting in bath
legless teenage son in need -
dad's memories stirred
falling out of bed
legless teenage son in need -
dad's muscles tested
sleeping in stupor
legless teenage son in need -
dad's constant vigil
long sleepless night
tired exhausted dad in need -
full day's work beckons
Ivor G Davies
Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In a line to
Meet and greet Obama
Now I wish
I'd brought my Mama
On the T.V.
Slicing, Dicing
Infomercials
Are enlightening
Lindsey Lohan
There's more trouble
Send the Police
On the double
Michael Jackson
With his monkey
Chandelier
Swinging junkies
Bottle Rocket
Ridding crickets
Dolly Parton
Doing dishes
Tubs of Crisco
Set for wrestling
Bee Gees do be
Disco dancing
With Bruce Jenner
Wearing makeup
Dolly's kitchen
Filled with soap suds
Rubber band
Bumper babies
Call me odd
Don't call me crazy
Shooting stars
Carry Uzis
Washed up stars
Drink beer in Koozies
Donnie Osmond
Singing show tunes
As Marie blows
Animal balloons
Circus Barkers
And their Minions
Waylon left us
Shooter Jennings
Heidi Klum
Without makeup
To say the least
She looks a bit rough
American flags
As rainbow banners
Peal, scratch, and sniff
Talking bananas
Hookha smoking
Manatees
Oh yea...
and then there's me
These are just a few of the things that lean
On the lamp post of my dreams
Leaning On a Stone
I was afraid of gaining weight, so I kept on puffing my cigarettes. Filling my lungs, holding that drag as long as I could. I liked that feeling deep in my chest. When I breathed out through my nose, I looked like a smokey dragon. The long silver hair that framed my face, added to the overall effect.
I wasn’t much for them warning signs on the pack. It’s a free country, ain’t it? So I kept my cigarettes in a silver plated case. Kinda looked good with my sterling Zippo. You wouldn’t often see me without a Matinee cigarette hanging from my lip or between my thumb and forefinger.
I loved me them Matinee Large Regulars. When I got a cold I’d sometimes smoke those Mentholated Cools. They kinda soothed my throat. If the cash was rolling in I’d treat myself to a good cigar. I tried a pipe for a while but it was too much of a ritual for this guy. My pops had that vibe in spades. He looked good with his pipe and fedora.
When I started losing a bunch of weight I was a bit concerned. I thought it couldn’t be the cigarettes, I had cut down to two packs a day. Ya, I did have that persistent cough,
even the mentholated Cools didn’t seem to help.
Now it seems the smoke goes straight through me. Taking a drag is a drag. I look like the skull on the pack now. My silver hair is long gone. This dragon ain’t so fierce anymore. But, if you need a skeleton for your next party, I’m your guy. I look cool leaning against a Tomb Stone. Remember though, I’m partial to Matinee Large Regular.
An illegitimate child of advanced technology we are told
That acquired the potency to destroy our health and gold
As you pack your stuff and ready to go
The world has reason to be happy once more and glow
As we continue to debate and bury our dead
Let us unite and lighten our hearts heavy as lead
Cause success can only walk into our lives to stay
When the hurts and problems of others matter in all our ways
Thousands of souls have been diseased and martyred
Nations now acknowledge the agenda in their lives that matter
Let the world rise as one the weak leaning on the strong
And infuse fresh blood in humanity gone weak and dumb
Let us celebrate this collective victory
A product of agonizing and winding trajectory
Recognizing that without pain there can never be gain
Like the phoenix let the world rise and be on the march again!
The song I remember so clear
From church, as a little girl, made
Me realize whenever problems arise,
I could lean on Him, I would be saved.
I could feel safe and secure from all alarms,
He wouldn't allow any any harm.
Today, I still think of that song, I Learned so long ago,
When I hurt and get depressed,
I can lean on Him to comfort me, and For that reason, I am so blessed.
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 4 days ago
How else do we prop a leaning tower?
Pull it down? Root and roof and all
falling, crush roaches and rodents—
aliens without a fatherland.
Leeches and suckers, they're. Carriers
of malaria, bloated tummies, fire red.
Hawks and vultures, hovering for carcass;
babblers, shrinking common coffers
with glee till the tower crumbles;
till they turn dumb. A peacock in borrowed
rainbow feathers, strutting. A white rooster
crowing at dawn with delight,
but cooing his dirge.
Will wind of fire fan a preening bird on
a perch? Will storm spare a lone Iroko
in a forest of shrubs; or soldier ants,
a tramping foot?
Digging deep, plumb and level in hand!
Dressed stone for foundation; cured bricks for walls!
The tower points high, firmly braced
in steady steps to stand storm and quake.
Stand! Stand, a tower as we stare gleefully,
heads raised to the sky.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
But for those who forced darkness to take flight,
And could never by grounded thoughts abide,
But for those who fought the accustomed fright
At the new thunders rebel minds confide,
Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit,
In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail.
Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit
Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail.
Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire?
The gazers into depths and planets' glows,
The starters in gloom of curious fire,
Openers of eyes to vistas long closed.
I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean.
Away with crutches! On their light I lean.
In times of loneliness, In times of pain
In times of tears, In times of rain
In times of hatred, In times of mystery
Im just in the corner, Leaning on poetry
When days of frustration, When I'm on a moody paced
When I'm making this poem, When I'm writing every phrase
When i have no faith, When I'm in doubt of everything
I'm leaning on poetry, In poem I surrender anything
In days of despair,In days of numbness
In days of enhancement,In days of kindness
In days of nightmares, In days of darkness
I'm just leaning on poetry, I never get hopeless
In months of hatred, In months of suffering
In months of anxiety, In months of remembering
I'm leaning on poetry that's my only offering
In months of relationship, In months of forgiveness
I'm leaning on poetry it dictate my calmness
push at
the blowing wind.
Lean into the curve's slope.
Use the gradient to knurl grip,
Progress
Pondering two thoughts
about this dusty old room.
At first I feel abandoned
and a bit of gloom
My emotion turned to sad
Wanting to decorate glad.
I leant to the left
I bent to the right
I fell to a funky beat
Dancing Psydways last night
I grooved to the left
I moved to the right
I drowned in good vibes
Swimming Psydways last night
I slid to the left
I slide to the right
I died on the dance floor
Loving Psydways last night
I awaited a
chance in adjustment
and in time,
was uplifted
int a tune
of the universe.
Now I can feel
a force of action
Strongly of time.
The Tower of Pisa started leaning
Builders knew by floor three the meaning
Soft earth they say
Still stands to this day
More than 16 feet off center careening