Best Liked Poems
She liked picking flowers, I liked growing them
She liked picking flowers,
I liked growing them
Her basket filled with pretty blooms,
freshly on the stem
She walked into my garden,
scented sweet and true
I tended to my marigolds
with tiny buds so new
She saw my Gerber daisies,
just smiling in the sun
Then glanced in my direction,
she only wanted one
I nodded my approval,
for what else could I say
To the loveliest of flowers
in my garden on this day
She thanked me with a kiss,
upon my cheek so soft
I felt my old heart skip a beat,
my mind it went aloft
Then as she was leaving
neath springtime skies so blue
I could only stand and stare,
for on this day I knew
Of every perfect flower,
so wondrous and pristine
She was now the prettiest
that I have ever seen
She still likes picking flowers,
I still like growing them
But now I tend my plants and wait
till she comes back again
Categories:
liked, flower, fun, garden, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
She Liked Butterflies
With a youthful spirit;
She laughed in the breeze.
Dancing in the wind;
Lighting on trees.
Golden haired child;
A laugh like sunshine.
Beautiful , free, and wild;
Artistically inclined.
One day she decided to fly away;
In a letter she said her good-byes.
When asked about her, I say;
She liked butterflies.
Her spirit now flutters free;
With her bright colored friends with wings.
Sometimes I think I can see;
Her… among life’s most beautiful things.
In the summer when the Monarchs return;
There is always one in the midst of the rest.
Where they gather together in the wild mountain ferns;
Who appears to me as an honored guest.
Then she flies away once more;
For she was never meant to stay.
Like she did many years before;
To return another summer day.
Darlene Doll Smith
Categories:
liked, butterfly, death, girl, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Down by Hope Street where the frangipanis bask,
And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent,
Lives a lady with fire in her eyes and cats in her kitchen.
Oh of course I will tell you she's an angel if you ask,
And her magic lies in the making of enchantment,
Why then do dark clouds cover my silent sun?
We will sing together and dance in a fury of touch,
Like the wind does when a storm comes passed,
We will laugh and joke and taste wine in gentle sips,
And that won't matter much,
Because as you might have guessed,
Love has taken me and kissed me on the lips.
Time has curled up on her couch like a Siamese cat,
Yet she still loves mangos and a foot massage at night,
Perhaps God finally got it right,
When he touched her finger and tipped his hat,
And she walked out into the light,
Why then do dark cobwebs trap me in fright?
By the sea of blue and the grass so green,
She will lay her head on my shoulder and hum,
And all the dark clouds will drift away,
The cobwebs will vanish forever,
In the dark I will find my way,
And finally..finally...finally,
The bells repeating in my brain will cease,
And I will be able to breathe again.
Oh lady of Hope Street dance for me once more,
Before the candles in my lonely church are lit,
Come with me and sway upon the dance floor,
And I will read a poem and gently massage your soul,
And the red fire of enchantment will burn forever more.
Categories:
liked, 10th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I actually liked you
But there's nothing I can do,
We could never work out
Until you learn to love you
When I first met you
I thought you were cute
But then you started changing,
I guess you thought it was cool
To be Mr. Tough Guy
With a bad attitude
Just arrogant. Cocky.
Reckless and rude.
I actually liked you
But I see you need time
You have too many faces
You need to stop trying
That demon insecurity
How it plays with the mind
If you stayed the same
Everything would be fine
I liked who you were
And what I saw inside
You radiated light
Something in you just shined
I actually liked you
But you don't shine anymore
My vision is much clearer
Then it ever was before
I see that you're a counterfeit
With a big open sore
Still wounded from old trauma
That you try to ignore
I recognize the red flags
And chalk on the floor
I know if there's yellow tape,
Then don't open the door
I actually liked you
But I'm not playing this game
This relationship is toxic
I need to refrain
Once things got official
Nothing was the same
You turned into a monster
What goes on in your brain?
You're possessive and mean
With a temper untamed,
Viscous with a big ego
Sensibility untrained
I actually liked you
But you bring me to tears
All the stress and the struggle
After all these years
Being stuck here with you
Is the worst of my fears
I should have heeded advice
That I got from my peers
Listening to you
Is pain in my ears
Because verbal abuse
Is all that I hear
I actually liked you
But apologies are due
You wasted my time
I thought you were true
Yeah, that's what I thought
About the person I thought I knew
But now that I'm close,
Everything I'm seeing is new
A split personality,
Hot and cold. Not cute
A double lifestyle,
All lies, it's no use
I actually liked you
But there's nothing I can do
We could never work out
Until you learn to love you
Categories:
liked, boyfriend, break up, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
He liked ravioli for breakfast,
Lasagne for lunch,
Spag bol for supper,
Every day,
It was getting past a joke.
Categories:
liked, funny
Form:
Blank verse
Wildfires in my condemned heart
Spread like infections in the shallow dark of my hopelessly desperate bedroom
Lit firecrackers hanging from the corners of my melancholy sheets
Like romantic candlesticks with deceptive intentions
Ready to pull me apart into their flames
She said
She’ll never love me, it always dies at my open door
I’m just a maniac who will never get past the blinds
So I shouldn’t waste my time
Or my breath
Lipstick and blush stains on my eyes
Under my thin skin and all over my heart attack
Bury me beneath my bed
While perfume drugs me and goes to my head
I’ll be just fine with my dreams of her pretty little figure dropping dead
Categories:
liked, teenage, drug,
Form:
Lyric
I liked her hair long
my bronze pennant in a slight breeze,
smiling face framed in the soft light
dappled skin through broken trees,
timeless smile hinted laughter
hidden under locks both coy and bold
as we smiled at our time together
secured now young and soon as old,
grasping hands
grasping eye
grasping at remembered moments...
as time just flies on by,
dreams last long as sunbeams
as a cloud moves to overtake
winter pallor'd dropping leaves
we took as much time as we could rake,
sitting next to winter's hearth
hands clasped in a familiar tether
we welcome season's end
life lived well and loved together.
Categories:
liked, anniversary, love, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Dwight D. Eisenhower, a heroic general in World War Two
Elected thirty-fourth President of the USA in 1952
Fondly remembered as an American Golden Age
His era had its fair share of turbulence and rage
on both the domestic and international stage
In Ike's first term Senator Joe McCarthy ruled the roost
witch-hunting alleged Commie sympathizers
accusing them of giving the USSR a boost
Then after Ike's landslide re-election
racial politics veered in an ugly direction
Ike sent Federal troops to an Arkansas high school in September of 1957
to enforce desegregation, the law of the land--by judicial fiat was he driven
With the Soviet Union Ike opted for containment, not confrontation
choosing to condemn, but not to stop, the USSR's Hungarian invasion
When Russia's first satellite launch, Sputnik
drove the American new media ballistic
Ike calmly launched NASA and stayed optimistic
A man of deeds over words, Ike was a classic conservative
Limited spending plus tax cuts, his prinicipled preservatives
Before leaving office, Ike warned us
about massive military spending --
in tandem with rising budget deficits
our fiscal freedom would soon be ending
In hindsight, we can see that Ike clearly was right
to stress the perils of unbridled military might
By the time prescient Ike passed away in 1969
Americans were protesting Vietnam* ~ or in its jungles dying
*the War in Vietnam
Categories:
liked, courage, freedom, hero, military,
Form:
Rhyme
Dislike the Liked
There are reasons why I dislike you
But there are no reasons why I dislike you
Let’s make sense out of non-sense
I dislike you because I like you
I hoped to find the evil in you
You showed me none
I hoped to find infidelity
You showed me none
I dislike you because I like you
Maybe you would envy me
But you don’t
Maybe you would slander me
But you didn’t
I dislike you because I like you
This is why she calls you
This is why I never see her
This is why she needs you
This is why I feel anger
This is why this text is written
I dislike you because I like you
I was never perfect
I was not as helpful
I did not give her that attention
I hate you because you love her
14 February 2012
D. Rodgers
Categories:
liked, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
Mattie & I
on the stream of
Soda Can
the heavenly hills
Of Hats.
The howling husked heard;
Just The Night Owls
And the waxes of weltering wobble of worms
All In Dreams
Then:
I rollover
And see Mattie
Swift asleep forever
And whimpering…
Aches
And I never eat-
Till Mattie wakes-
From his sleep:
--Dedicated To My Conscience,Abeer:R.I.P --
**Obese Is Not Okay**
For "Put Your Rebel On!" Contest
Categories:
liked, loss
Form:
Blank verse
Down by Hope Street where the frangipanis bask,
And the Goddess of Love has put up her tent,
Lives a lady with fire in her eyes and cats in her kitchen.
Oh of course I will tell you she's an angel if you ask,
And her magic lies in the making of enchantment,
Why then do dark clouds cover my silent sun?
We will sing together and dance in a fury of touch,
Like the wind does when a storm comes passed,
We will laugh and joke and taste wine in gentle sips,
And that won't matter much,
Because as you might have guessed,
Love has taken me and kissed me on the lips.
Time has curled up on her couch like a Siamese cat,
Yet she still loves mangoes and a foot massage at night,
Perhaps God finally got it right,
When he touched her finger and tipped his hat,
And she walked out into the light,
Why then do dark cobwebs trap me in fright?
By the sea of blue and the grass so green,
She will lay her head on my shoulder and hum,
And all the dark clouds will drift away,
The cobwebs will vanish forever,
In the dark I will find my way,
And finally..finally...finally,
The bells repeating in my brain will cease,
And I will be able to breathe again.
Oh lady of Hope Street dance for me once more,
Before the candles in my lonely church are lit,
Come with me and sway upon the dance floor,
And I will read a poem and gently massage your soul,
And the red fire of enchantment will burn forever more.
Categories:
liked, 10th grade,
Form:
ABC
Ma,
Leaping off the crown of a candle,
A hot bead without hold or handle,
Blobbed as us all on the bee-smell body of a star.
Air,
Shushing from the womb of her shell room,
The leant lung's slow snore looping her loom,
Muddled with the booze which bruised her peaceful as a pear.
Hands,
Holding normal knowings in knot-roots,
Splaying through the spokes of new cahoots,
All gusts must rust and turn to dust ~ as Felixstowe pebbles will wave to wax; fast towed, fed lights, we the festooned elixir of ocean-spanned sands.
Categories:
liked, beautiful, bereavement, death, eulogy,
Form:
Rhyme
There were no guys quite like Ben and Jerry
She depended on them for her dairy
She liked it with nuts
No ifs, ands or buts
And she often found room for a cherry
Categories:
liked, food, humor, love,
Form:
Limerick
There was man who liked to pun, F Thinking it was tremendous fun,
He said he would dye
Which made his wife cry, But his bright red hair made her run.
Categories:
liked, cry, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
“THE POEM MY MOTHER LIKED”
smoking a cigarette in the bathroom
at 4 p.m. I wonder what my son is doing;
I wonder if court will run smooth. I sit in
the midst of my greatest trial, trying to
keep from losing it. my son knows I’m gone,
I know if he could talk, the fight against the
darkness would be clean. you sit and
notice the things you never saw:
the toilet paper hanging, the deodorant,
the razor, the aftershave, the comb,
the toothbrush and paste, the ray of
sunlight tunnel visioned on the center
of a wall rarely paid attention to. everything
you used daily because it’s always the same.
then you look into the mirror, you don’t
know who you see. you’d give anything to
go back and confront the moments of
darkness but you know they weren’t dealt
with out of good intention. the road to Hell
is paved with good intention and yet, we
continue to be as naturally good as we can be.
Bukowski said: “You can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life sometimes. The
more you learn to do it, the more light there
will be.” I guess that’s why I’ve prayed more
than any other time in my life. waiting and
hoping God will respond in my hours of death.
if God could talk, what would be said to me?
time will only tell. as I sit on the floor,
my son waits for Friday.
I wait for God to respond when I’ve only
known him to be unresponsive. will it be
through my voice, a judges voice or my
son’s voice? will it be through paperwork,
through nights in jail or through her when
it catches up to her? I don’t know. I wait…
what choice do I have? I sit in the bathroom
with this cigarette, smoking, praying,
all while dying. three days away from 3 p.m.
will remind me why God hasn’t taken me in
all these years. with God in that reality, I
wonder if me being here after all these years
is His response.
who’s to say? I know I’m still here though
because I’ve asked God not for happiness,
just a little less pain.
By: Chicano Eddie
7-28-2016
Categories:
liked, anger, anxiety, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Free verse