Best Mood Poems
lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's' routine movements
pruned to the barest of a payroll’s droll…
antiseptic cubicles dictate the rags of
chlorine-infected lunch where rooms
i strut around have nothing except
robotic people, same rye snacks, basins
of expired coffee and files of schizoid
folio..
just outside, the sky coughs
of gas masks rendering a paper bag
of humanity to suffocate on clanking bones
along claustrophobic subways: such a
hemorrhaging day waiting for 5pm
to hiss, halt ,and heave…
i need to dance with the arms of a
jazzy moon fondling my back and
whistling the tunes of recklesness
when all but the spirit lusts for is just a slice
of raw breaths spiraling into tangy
punches of rockstar blues... spare me the cranky
claws of a friday so sore; i alight like
a feline dressed in black lace with cabaret wings,
feathers splattered on glitzy cobblestones...
voluptuous legs hot and wild sniffing sultry
lavender scent of friday night’s parade;
and the band notes howl, free like me.
Carol Eastman's Your Favorite Poem
by nette onclaud
I’m in the mood for food
since I began this diet!
And if you too would try it,
you would be craving food!
Eating at a buffet
surely would send me reeling.
Oh, for that blissful feeling!
I’m in the mood for food.
Bridge:
Asking myself if ever
pizza could be my friend?
Good sense though tells me never.
Salads and fruit! They never end.
With my bad attitude,
I’ll never learn my lesson.
Always I’ll be confessin’
I’m in the mood for food!
Written Oct. 9, 2016 for John Hamilton's "Write me a song" Poetry Contest
Sing to the tune of "I’m in the Mood for Love" written by Eddie Jefferson, a tune sung by over fifty artists (see lyrics below)
I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me.
Funny, but when you're near me
I'm in the mood for love.
Heaven is in your eyes
Bright as the stars we're under
Oh! Is it any wonder
I'm in the mood for love?
(Bridge)
Why stop to think of whether
This little dream might fade?
We've put our hearts together
Now we are one, I'm not afraid!
If there's a cloud above
If it should rain we'll let it
But for tonight, forget it!
I'm in the mood for love
Romanticism descends an unbridled staircase
bittersweet; stripped bare and unleashed
passion in supple nudity
sashays down my spine
a ginned up shimmy and sway yearn
tingling every naked nerve with a sudden surge
of electric longing and unmasked pulses of pang and pleasure
Susan Ashley
October 11, 2019
*romanticism: romantic spirit or tendency*
These mismatched and misplaced moments make sense
– especially now
while distance draws a breath,
making the picture completely cloudy,
I somehow allow
droplets on the window to trace my mood
- - especially now - -
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Just a little Scribble
Moonlight .... watching over the dark
Let your thoughts wander in silence murmur
Capture in your hands a little moonlight veil
Quiet moments that break down
Raspy cry of a swan couple
Ears and eyes watching in the night magical mood
The sparkling silence is gone - eternal contrasts
Background sound from the stream that roars
The air is filled with pure truth - the night turns into a new day
18.05.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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The sun says goodbye
as it dips slowly below the horizon,
and dusk settles in for the night.
Heaven's mood ring
changes constantly,
from pink to orange
then to a faded yellow.
My mood lightening, the sky darkening.
Shades of lavender to dark blue,
then to a faded black.
As twilight takes over the sky,
my favorite time approaches
when my eyes can fill with wonder,
as one by one,
the stars turn on their lights
and twinkle just to say hello.
They've all seen my face before.
Then the moon, my old friend,
rises to meet me right on time.
Heaven's mood ring
fades to black,
only until the dawn
when it will change again.
The sky lightening, my mood darkening.
March, 22nd, 2014
Nette Onclaud's contest - "A Night Sky"
Radiant beams of Aubade,
Basking brilliant aura,
Sun is in the mood......
Ramifying fragrance of florets
And aroma of plants,
Wind is in the mood.....
Nurturing spirit into seedlings,
Blooming plants and all mortals
Water is in the mood........
Blessing us with soulmates, pals
And little ones,
Toning the ambiance and climate,
The creator is in the mood......
Bestow upon us thy commendation
Oh lord !
Glorify us with divine crotchet !!
Written on 17/5/13
Contrast - on nature #3
Sponsor- PD A
Featured poem of the week- Dec 13th, 2015
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
It's an all-powerful ejaculation
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic)
Pelvis and loins ablaze like fantastic,
and engorged with such climaxed sensation;
Pelvic desires arise when turning manic!
Eros peaks, then runs wild and Jurassic;
and hunts for instant gratification
(from mania that feels keenly orgasmic!)
To burn with unrestrained lust is horrific;
but the red-hot flames of this condition
force coitus to break out when turning manic:
oh! to explode without control like a sex addict,
and copulate with total abandon
(when mania feels so keenly orgasmic!).
So, call it mad, but don't call it poetic:
this disease demands total expression.
These pelvic desires arise when turning manic,
from a mania whose possession is so fiercely orgasmic.
Hello midnight hour
It is I again
I’ve come to you in restless mood
I’m not tired
Nor am I sleepy
But here I be
In sleepless mood
I fear not the darkness
But I dare not close my eyes
I hear loudly the thoughts in my head
But I don’t even understand my thoughts
They’re a jumble of everything
Now I feel like crying
But why
And there it is a single tear
In silence it rolls
Down my cheek like a liquid diamond
Wait there’s more now
Flowing like two small streams
Hastily downhill
Through misty eyes I heard laughter
Oh, it is I laughing hysterically
OMG, have I gone mad
Quickly I assured myself nonsense
I’m just homesick in this restless midnight hour
And of course it’s that time of the month
Mood swing happens
Ahhh, to be a woman
Fin chuuk
3/24/23
I sat in languid candle light
as water poured outside
and lightning flashed, defied
the introverted mood of night.
From flash to flash my roaming mind
the realms of love traversed;
my thoughts like bubbles burst
pinched in the bud, left undefined.
Yet effervescence would not cease
I knew that up till dawn
the need for you would spawn –
A constant tease without release.
Each image brought a burning ache.
The yearning would not sleep
but thundered in the deep.
My body trembled in its wake.
Remembered touches of your hand
tormenting naked skin
the veil between us thin
your pilgrim lips on sacred land.
In endless night, your presence near
yet never truly there.
My heart you did not spare.
Without your love, my life so drear.
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A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
©January 2022
BIN JAMAL
A pervert by the name of Bin Jamel
Was charged with bizarre sex with a mammal
the charges were read
Bin Jamal went red
Cos the charge was bonking a fat camel...
JOHNNY McGOOS
Did you hear about young Johnny McGoos
Had a misfortune regarding his shoes
The neighbours dog left a load
In the middle of the road
He missed it and skidded on doggy doos...
OLD FREDDIE
Old Freddie was choping wood from a tree
Was hurrying to get home for his tea
It didn't end well
He let out a yell
Missed the branch and the axe stuck in his knee...
BILL BEST
A young man by the name of Bill Best
Thought he'd put his girlfriend to the test
But she shattered Bill's dream
When she started to scream
They had layed down on top of an ants nest...
THE JOCKEY
A horse jockey was in the steeplechase
Was galloping at a very fast pace
He misjudged the tall jump
Hit the ground with a thump
Was left with egg and fresh mud on his face...
Written 29th July 2020.
When it's viewed
and renewed
let's exude
a good mood
attitude
Life's worthwhile
with new style
wear a smile
don't be vile
or hostile
January 11, 2022
What's New Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
There is no escape from strange morning whims,
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis,
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie,
tormenting all that is felt as sensory.
I despise the chirping of hungry birds,
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like chisels chipping at my head,
feeling chained to the corners of my bed.
I seek no pardon for my profanity,
these moods are ***ing with my sanity.
I search for signs of positivity,
but daylight always triggers my sensitivity.
Mind slices my thoughts through dissections,
as I hold my head craving for soundless reflections.
Sluggish eyes with black bags and static lips,
cringe at the mirror as reality grips,
washing away a contradictive smile,
without harmony my life is too much of a trial.
Thinking f*** my life through censored cries,
I don't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
Is there a diagnosis for this prognosis?
Or will I forever be in this state of hypnosis?
I’m neither depressed nor suppressed,
in this cramped compression of distress.
I’m anxious attempting to figure it all out,
stumbling across worn voices begging to shout.
Those explosive beats from poisonous roots,
soften my crumbling knees like rotten fruits.
All I can think is,
“oh please, cut that crap”
battling my demons, before I finally snap.
As my mind bleeds like a demented creep,
I no longer require the desire to speak.
As talk is cheap,
can’t you see all I need is sleep.
To forever restrict my emotions before I weep.
Tired of being a puppet with twisted strings,
I hope these pills can tame my mood swings.
How delicious, the mood of her....
how dear she soothes
what I cannot reach ----
Fills that big-old-hole below
in the depths of my soul,
each time sweeter things....
And soft lips searching,
my long reach,
with her mere whim
she touches tender doubt,
And makes me believe,
that love is swift and enduring,
She is 'longer' and more lovely each day,
reaching delicious, the mood of her....
(how dear she soothes)
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I
put up my
christmas tree
as early as can be
with a flick of a switch
strike awe without a glitch
stand uplifted at glitter lighting
it boosts my mood when I start sagging
it helps me get through dark dreary feelings
in early mornings and late evenings
warms
my heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020