Best No Idea Poems
help mrs. muse is gone and my mind is shooting blanks
my friend called inspiration is trying to walk the plank
motivation just married mr lazy
and confidence started acting really crazy
cousin common sense is on vacation out of town
and aunt intelligence is nowhere to be found
uncle rational is at the casino gambling his life away
and my best friend happiness never wants to stay
my neighbor opportunity doesnt knock on my door anymore
and my girlfriend love is really just a whore
my partner pride is always full of himself
and sister sympathy is busy with someone else
grandpa wisdom is smart enough not to say a word
and grandma compassion is seen but never heard
the only friends that ever come to town
is anger and disgust and they always hang around
my high school sweat heart infatuation doesnt really call
and my childhood friend imagination doesnt exist at all
from sightless eyes, the words were spoken,
of hearts stopped beating, and bones, broken.
a fight broke out that friend nor foe can,
fend off at all, with gold or token.
through-out the night, and day it lingered,
with hearts ceased beating, and bones, splintered.
a fight that felt as cold as winter,
that bore no loss, or hope of winner.
unseen by any, who could, in fact,
help hearts not beating, and bones, cracked.
a fight that seemed, would forever, last,
always future, present, past.
as sharp, and clear, as child's laughter,
were hearts quit beating, and bones, shattered.
a fight in darkness, that just got blacker,
and swallowed whole anything that mattered.
you say I'm just a housewife
and I don't work as hard as you
you think I live an easy life
with no real work to do
each morning I make the bed
then pick up all your clothes
a to do list in my head
longer than this poem shows
go clean up the den
then off to the laundry room
head into the kitchen
another dance with the lazy broom
run to the corner market
get dinner in the Crock Pot
oh, Lord, what did I forget?
11 a.m. and I'm already shot
I sit down to write
hoping for a masterpiece
in for another fight
to get creativity to increase
then it's off to the living room
clean the crumbs you left on the couch
head to clean the bathroom
bang my knee on the tub, OUCH!
by the end of the busy day
I'm lusting for my bed
but fall asleep? no way!
still not done and tomorrow's list already in my head!
She wrote it on his skin,
and he hoped that
it would sink in.
It was just a phone number,
but he thought of it as coordinates,
that once he left the bar,
the darkness,
he would find something,
something worth leaving for.
He remembered the way she
smiled as she wrote,
the way her nails carved into
his hate of that place;
That the fact that she was there,
made up for the dirty glasses
and watered down drinks,
the stale smoke,
and the crooked toothed lounge singer.
He got to his car,
and warmed up
the heart of a new journey.
Lit a cigarette with the lighter
she left, before kissing the
neck of his shadow,
whispering to the wounds
he was so used to drowning in.
As he exhaled the first puff,
he watched his tachometer
steadily rise, red, angry
revolutions, memories,
nightmares...regret
swelled against the
windshield, blurry.
"She has no idea
what she is in for.."
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
is it misguided pride
when in every way
I want you
to take me
possess me
claim what is yours
all the while refusing
to hand myself over
like some cheap prize
at a country fair
everybody plays a game
abiding by the rules
concocted in their head
when do we realize
that some games
have no winners
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
You have no idea about how i feel inside
Rules of this and that damn do I have to abide
I wish all everything could subside
Yelling, screaming, and hollering in my ears
is making them ring
Deaf to listening to the birds sing
Deaf to the world outside my body
Watching my friends die off one by one
Stabbings and shooting until the black heart murders are all done
Soul by soul cementarys are being filled
Blood of innocent children is being spilled
The truth of this terrible mishap may never be revealed
There's no idea of how I feel
In my soul no one, name, identity, or personality rome
CAUSE MY HEART EVERYONE HAS A HOME
She is eleven, depressed.
Yet she has no idea why.
She has mentioned suicide to others,
Not to me though.
She is a crying machine lately.
No one knows why.
I lead her out of the bathroom
Where she is crouched on the floor, sobbing.
She can never pinpoint why she is sad.
But I see it in her eyes,
And I hear it in her sobs.
Today I asked her “no death, hospitalizations, divorce?”
She begins to sob again.
Her favorite cousin died in May.
He shot himself with a gun his daddy left out.
They had a balloon celebration for him this weekend
On what should have been his fourth birthday.
I begin to cry with her.
She had no idea how sultry she was
Thinking as a mother of two, she was average
She was a rare beauty, inside and out.
Her skin was almost as soft as their baby’s skin.
Her husband could barely look away.
She was his undoing, his princess, his goddess.
How had he ever landed a woman like this?
She gave him a knowing smile, and he fell apart as usual.
Man of la Mancha
Has no idea I am a dragon
He thinks I am a dog
With a tail that is a’wagg’n.
His sidekick Panza knows
But does not give it away.
I love spending time with them.
They know how to laugh and play.
Snail travels to Japan in the fanciest way
We see him traveling, he’s cutesy today
He is wearing a camera around his neck.
He stops to give the emperor a genuflect.
His hat is from Australia, his eyeglasses from the wild.
He scoots around old men, he picks up a lady bug child.
We flowers surround him, admiring his ensemble of beauty.
It is our Japanese privilege, not our tradition or duty.
People keep telling me to let go,
But I CAN'T; you just don't know.
My whole world just seemed to collapse,
Then it all shattered me like glass.
Now I'm dating another guy.
Somebody please tell me why, oh why?
Maybe this is just a trick of the head...
So, who cares? My heart seems so dead.
Maybe I shouldn't tell anyone
'Cause if I do, they'll be like, "You need to let it go, hun."
It's so annoying! Make it stop!
Of course it won't...it's like I'm a rock.
Oh well, I guess I'll just love him forever...
But, ya know...forget it...whatever...
tears burn into my face
stinging my eyes like mace
like removing your heart and putting a bomb in it place
catastrophy takes place without even a body to trace
i got half a mind to do whats right
and i got half a heart to bleed into the night
ive got a fifth of a soul that burnining embers of coal growing cold
my body is young but i feel so old
i look like a white devil or so i am told
a fallen angel a wonder to behold
i got shaking hands and a suicide note written in the sands
red marks on my wrist from rubber bands
i can hear but i disobey your comands
love is stronger than hate and it will crush you wen it lands
until then i wave goodbye and bless my fans
wake up with your heart in my hand, and a list of your demands.
He thought
He knew her,
In hindsight,
He really
Had no idea.
Camouflage me quickly the fowl yelled as he landed.
Did not know who he was, but we ran out with paints - blue and red.
Can we colorize your feathers asked our leader, Mrs. Banded.
Do what you must to keep me away from the broiler, he said.
What are you talking about? Asked our naïve chicks of yellow.
With one warning look, he shushed his mouth, a wiser fellow.
What did he mean, dad? My chicks asked me that night.
I have no idea, I told them. I tucked them in, their eyes big and bright.
I want them to stay young and innocent as long as I can.
There will be plenty of time to ruin their dreams, agreed Mr sandman.
I have no idea why I am not a man
I have always wanted to be one
The boys could yell out answers in class
I got slammed to the floor for yelling them out
I despise things women are supposed to like.
Cleaning, cooking, dusting, moping, vacuuming
I will not do them; they are redundant and boring
I have no idea why I am not a man