Best Make Out Poems
-Toddler Sky-
Down where I sleep,
You hold me, embrace my every way
The Marks up on my skin
You caress, taking away from the ugliness
Watching the simple breath, when I breathe
Breaking the ice, soothing my inner peace
A sweet spray across the paleness in my limbs
Holding the warmth, I've been loved throughout my life.
From picking up sticks to the walking stick
My loving dear I know you will always be there
A few wheel chairs, when broken bones mend
You know my every cure*
Walk with me across the hall
Through the oldness, and the boldness of every color in the sky
Thank you for taking me as I am
A light twinkle' every time I feel the colors of the rainbow drip
Now a newborn takes his form
In you I find the strength to stretch my arms and reach for every star
When happy moments fail,
I embraced the colors I found in you
I make out every tree, and wonder why and how?
I close my eyes to imagine the fun of chasing fireflies
Tonight I'm keeping my prayers simple, cute, and innocent
I will count sheep and search for sweet lullaby dreams
Smiling like a 3 year old this very moment,
You think I'm having "Baby Blues."
My loving dear, thanks for having patience,
Painting my way down a toddlers sky
Every time "P M S" hits
~SKAT~
I lounge lazily on my deck chair
Up high in the spacious loggia
Loafing the time away, patient, waiting.....
The ocean ebbs into the small bay
As the sun sets far away over the horizon.
From below electric lights flash on
One by one and guitars are strummed.
The enticing aroma of paella wafts up
But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting.
In the summer heat, I wait,
For the night to bring her near,
With a dance so sweet, she'll appear,
The summer heat is scarcely relieved
By the faint ocean breeze
The murmur of people reaches me.
She has arrived and the guitars sing.
So does my heart as I behold my wife.
Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes,
Her skirt resembling a veronica,
Like a cape that baits the bull
In a Spanish bloody arena.
But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting.
I cannot see her red, red lips
That taste like lavender in height of summer,
I can just barely make out her silhouette,
Her sexual curves, her lithe footing,
Her inviting mien, her head held high,
a proud senora dancing just for love.
In the summer heat, I wait,
For the night to bring her near,
With a dance so sweet, she'll appear,
Soon the dance will end and I...
Why I just wait till she'll come to me,
In the dark cover of the night.
With a tequila and a night of love.
Now I’m thinking, while sitting on a chair,
There is something that I would like to share
I fear my mind is dense
Can’t make out common sense
How come they call it common if it’s rare?
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Quote: “Common sense is very uncommon”
(Helen Gurley Brown)
"Common sense is not so common"
(Voltaire)
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Contest: Dumb and Dumber Personal quotes
Sponsor: John Freeman
Oh baby!
Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails
that make you a part of this earth's tales.
But,
No one talks about what hassle you undergo
In your 9-month-long journey when you're all solo.
I understand what you are going through inside your mom, my lollipop.
I can make out if you're tired or doing a hip-hop.
I know that there's darkness around you
I know that you're floating in a limited space
I know that you're all alone in a strange place
I know that you're listening but cannot respond
You reach your mom's womb without an escort
You feed yourself, you water yourself, you sleep by yourself
You turn yourself away from frightening impulses.
You guide yourself to your position of comfort
You suffer heat when your mom munches on spicy grills
You choke for oxygen if your mom neglects fluids.
You shiver in fear when thunder-like noises bang your mom's ears
You cry in silence and your mom never knows that.
While your mom gets help to attune to her changing body,
You grow by yourself learning to adjust and adapt.
While a bunch of people help your mom in delivering you out,
you unravel your own ways to emerge out of life's narrow channel.
What an enchanting little learner you are!
What a great selfstanding human you are!
You stand as a lone warrior for nine months
And deserve huge respect and applause
I, your mother, promise to tap into your implicit language
Above all, I salute you for your unwavering courage.
Stand tall even when the stars fall
In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.
If you do don't you ever stop.
If the ticking makes you nervous throw away the clock.
If the shoes don't fit throw away the socks
happiness is a shoe compromise to make it fit
when you MAKE IT FIT enjoy every bit of it.
Some say life is good some say life is ****!
I say you get what you make out of it .
Weather the storm.
Stay calm.
Wipe the sweat off of your palms.
Patiently defuse your bombs and
hope to find bliss in futures arms.
Shaking.
Breaking.
Bare the undertaking.
There is a new day in the making.
Drunken pen.
Drunken poet.
How drunk can I be?
When life influenced sober men to be more drunk than me.
Though my pen drunk it vomits the sober things in me.
Breath even when there's no air
look for the good in the bad the glad in the
sad make them question why your not mad
many things come many things go many things are
dim but many things glow appreciate what you have
and go with the flow.
My dog began barking at the air
I began to ask myself
Was it you? Were you there ?
I thought I heard your voice in my ear but couldn’t make out what it said
Was that you
Or is it all just in my head
I saw the light on my cable box show the time suddenly dimmed and then go bright
Was that you
Telling me that you’re alright
A plate was knocked out of my hand and fell to the ground
Was that you
Were you
letting me know that you are still around
We spoke of you and the broken phone began to sing
Was that you
Telling us to keep fighting
I hear tapping on my roof as I lay in bed
Was that you
Letting me know u can hear what I said
I look for you everywhere I go
Was that you
Telling me what I need to know
I’m having a hard time knowing that you are gone away
Was that you
That I felt besides me as I pray
I’m fighting for you everyday to find the truth why ur gone
Was that you leading me
Or telling me that I’m wrong
I find it hard to believe that you are no longer here
Was that you
Are you still near
Was that you show me a sign
Am I going crazy
Lost my mind
Was that you banging on my wall
Was that you
Or am I imagining it all
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay here with an empty bottle of pills by my side.
It was just too much to hide.
My little brother found me on my bathroom floor.
He went screaming out the door.
The ambulance came and I heard voices fading away.
I can still make out what they say.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Now I lay in a hospital bed.
He can’t hurt you anymore the nurse said.
Thank god the gun box was locked.
Now theirs a knock.
The cops came in and said my sister talked.
They said after what my father did he will never walk.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
He came in my room at night.
Something’s a child just cant fight.
Tired of living with this dirty feeling.
Tired of all together feeling.
Why Daddy Why?
Why would you make me cry, lie, and all-together die?
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
Mom didn’t know.
She said it wasn’t my fault and beyond my control.
They said there were more.
They just were scared to come forward before.
Now I’m on the stand facing a child molester.
The lawyer asks my father.
Why would a 12-year girl want to die?
What would make a 12-year-old girl end her life?
Why would a 12-year-old girl want to say goodbye?
What did you do that was so bad that your daughter wanted to die?
You stood in the dock when the guilty verdict was read out …
Just a spotty youth with a cocky look in your eyes
Now sentenced to five years in prison, I hope you rot in hell!
The defence team tried to make out that YOU were the victim
You had drug and alcohol issues, which catapulted you into a life of crime
I had to sit there and hear about your past
Was I supposed to feel sorry for you?
What about me, the real victim…
You’d entered my house, hell bent on stealing what little I had
I handed over my widow's pension but you weren’t satisfied
Demanding more, you began shouting obscenities at me
You started trashing my house trying to find my jewellery
High on drugs - you were like a wild animal
Your fists rained down like bullets … you beat me senseless
My daughter found me unconscious, lying in a pool of blood
I spent weeks in hospital
Now I’m terrified of being on my own and have moved in with my daughter
I couldn’t go back into the house I so loved
You will be out of prison in a few years…
I have a life sentence
Through their eyes 2 – Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
08~12~16
At the end of the finishing line,
a deep grouchy voice thunders in my ears
and said, “Welcome home”.
I stepped on the green carpeted grass
and gazed at the slender bushy trees
waving peacefully in the hot summer breeze.
Happy squirrels scampering along
and merry birds singing happy songs.
But the moment swiftly fades and the
tormenting sound of fire trucks sirens chimed in
Trash less garage truck put on masquerading scenes
and empty school buses appear on every corner
performing a deceptive drama.
I gazed across the horizon and drowned out
the intimidating sounds in America’s streets.
Instantaneously a hand touched me
I reached out and held on
but surprisingly it disappears.
I held on tightly clinging to something that was not there.
Bequeathed by a mysterious will
my mind glides up a gigantic hill
shades of wonders, throngs of danger
could not stopped god's destined will.
With hand clasped and eyes closed
I whisper a prayer for my compelling soul.
I tried to detached but it kept coming back.
Something bigger than faith kept me going
more profound than hope itself
It absorbs my innate being
and laden me with mystical dreams.
Weighing heavily upon throbbing heart
It was strong enough to melt my spiritual thoughts.
Thousand of them stand in the midst of the crowd
but only one I could make out.
That one gambled with my heart
Stretched my bone and pull my marrow apart
unmindful of the wounds it caused
smiling at me without an infinite thought.
most powerful and most worthy
Yet strong enough to rip up my aching heart.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Instead of being a chick magnet, my vehicle is a curse.
No woman will go out with me because I own a hearse.
I bought my hearse because it runs great and it was dirt cheap.
But when women see it, they slap my face and call me a creep.
I finally got a date with the woman of my dreams.
But when she saw my hearse, she ran and screamed.
Women don't want to make out where corpses have been.
Because of my vehicle, they won't date me, they find other men.
If you already have a bad love life, making my mistake will only make it worse.
Women will not date a man if he drives a hearse.
(I got the idea for this poem from a TV show that I saw.)
The sun blowtorches its way into the water,
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky
webbed by white-hot lightning.
Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling,
through which you can make out
the slurred shape of a poolside palm tree.
The deep, guttural grooon-grooon of
the water’s stomach growling is all you hear,
dredging up a similar sound from your subconscious,
last heard while you were immersed, long ago,
in another fluid world.
The water suddenly internal-combusts
in a tangle of arms and legs,
flailing in a fizz of a million tiny bubbles,
some kid having just somersaulted into the blue.
Soon, another’s face splashes down before you,
slightly albino in the shining water,
bug-eyed with silvered goggles
like a child alien from a waterless planet
discovering buoyancy.
Then you realize it’s your own kid,
wobbling from side to side,
toothy, hair waving like smoke
as he dog-paddles away.
You come up for air, breaching the surface like a
graceless dolphin,
and clarity hits your ears,
a momentarily soundless din.
You can already feel your skin heating up
in the blast furnace above water,
confusing because there are beads
running down your face and neck, cold.
You suck a lungful of air and push yourself under again,
but not before catching a glimpse of your wife
drowse-browsing a magazine on her sun lounger,
and the two umbrellas,
the big one shading the miniature one
stuck in the snowy slush of your pina colada.
In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.
I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.
The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.
The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,
I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.
The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.
With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith,
But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.
I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.
I wanna live again
be an ageless punk
Have meaningless sex
before I get too drunk
I wanna dance on the hood
of a 'Luxury car'
Right after a fight
at the neighborhood bar
All my friends in a frenzy
Black spots in the memory
Drinking a handle
thru a bottle of Pepsi
I wanna live again
I wanna rage till dawn
Waking up unsure
of what drug's I was on
I wanna make out
and take shots from the body
of every girl in the place
who think's I'm a 'Hottie'
Let me surf on the crowd
Scream a kareoke jam
something real heavy
so every body can Slam
Breathing and sweting
at a random wedding
Lip-locked with the 'Bridesmaid"
before the Sun~is~setting
I wanna live again
I wanna risk it all
Exist on the edge
and intentionaly fall
I wanna jump out of plane's
and wrestle with gators
Sleep with the enemy
as a personal favor
I'll take (1)for the team
another shot-for-the-road
What ever it takes
to stop feeling olde
No more sleep
"I can rest when I'm dead"
From now on it's just SEX
every where but the bed
From the ceiling to the wall
gunna 'Moon~Walk' till I fall
Add a twist to my fixations
and formulate a close call...
Confusion is something that's hard to explain,
It's the depths of despair the heart of a pain,
It's the burning sun and the freezing rain,
The darkness, the light that has shone in vain.
A throbbing desire that just can't be denied,
Like listening for loved one’s voices who've died.
Thinking of ways to escape when we've lied,
The muddle of schemes in the mind not yet tried.
The worrying about love, life, death and war,
The wanting, the grasping, the aiming for more,
Trying to make out we're rich when we're poor,
Unsure if our values are worth fighting for.
Doubts come to taunt us when we've aimed too high,
And clouds of confusion mist over the sky,
And we sink down so low that we refuse to try
To get up again and ask ourselves why?
A New Song a New Start
written by Magneeta Sojourner
As the day and weeks ran behind me
looking for the truth
no answers to my questions
though I’d sifted though it all
Breaking from the silence
when nothing else would call
heard the echo of voices
banging in my ears
No one can hear what is not
spoken out aloud
No one knows it”s raining
without walking outside
I’d hoped it would happen
not happen like its
happened before
only leave without knocking
destiny is a thing not seen
even if its standing at the door
brush aside the doubting
and get up off the floor
the road you’ve been
travelin has become a
joyless sight seeing ride
becoming our weight
dead end one way street
looking for a exit cause
the gas is running low
don’t want be stranded
In this god forsaken
one man rider
broken pathway hole
trouble lights a flashing
out a s.o.s
pulled off to refer to a
torn and crumpled map
can’t make out the letters
So....
I’ll have to take it on faith
next stop will be the one
so this trip will be over
getting past pulling up
the hidden four leaf clovers
dotted in diamond drops
of water where the world
reflects back at me
instilled the lost innocence
firing as thunder clap cannons
into morning light
cut a new horizon
I found my shadow there
on the ground
stretched out in mile long
outline
Inside my mind the sound of
music replacing missing
notes that opened up engulfed
my fear to find
my eyes in rescued peace unfurling