Best Out Of Fashion Poems
Fingers tremble,
like an alcoholic without a bottle.
His pen is graceful in its slumber,
but imprisoned ink desires to be free -
intoxicated by his poetry.
Lips are forever silent,
in the absence of inspiration.
Isolated in the boredom of blankness -
congested to think enough,
struggling to feel enough.
Fault is not in the poet,
but in his absent mind -
which is a metaphorical candle.
Each drip creating pools of dusty wax,
as ebony wick struggles to keep flame alight.
Monsters of the mind
keep musings locked away,
so he turns to poets from the past -
but even Rumi cannot rekindle his desires.
Eyes gaze among petals for stimulation,
but their dormant fragrance offers no solution -
he is blinded by loss of concentration.
He wonder if his mind has become a flower,
out of season, but refusing to die.
He reflects upon love and lovers,
past, present and future,
but it does not liberate his ink -
maybe romance is out of fashion.
As his tongue tastes autumn's crispy air,
gloomy horizons summon birds south -
their songs of joy soften into muteness.
He feel for their empty nests,
now visible through naked trees.
Yet no outpouring of poetic observations,
overcome him -
have birds taken his muse?
Maybe the fault is in the birds,
maybe the fault is in the question...
Un-nerved by formal sentencing assemblies,
Marks and Words, bound by conjunctive amenity.
The tried beliefs that short cuts speed words into action.
Made stuffy Old School feel out of fashion.
Punctuation board-slams her silver gavel;
“A shortened distance, yet far to travel.”
Marks are pushed into line to enter their plea.
Dash Dash Dash has trailing thoughts…
Comment remarks that it thinks too much.
Question Mark, curiously rotund and stout,
asks “What’s this meeting all about?”.
Proud Period, acquainted with the strident rituals of formality,
Quickly departs, leaving a daunting spot of terse finality.
Comma’s game of pause and snag,
grammatically adheres to one of tag.
Overwrought Exclamation Mark, nervously blurts:
“Unruly disorder can make matters worse!”.
Semi colon maintaining proper pauses,
Stays anchored between compelling clauses.
Colon fearful of growling barks,
snuggles closer to Quotation Marks.
Apostrophe’s like for word possession,
worries over changing word obsession
Oh, Oh! Oh? Oh…
These are shameful attempts to monopolize,
Even with trite words, of unassuming size.
.
Punctuation thinks her identity’s impaired
Might she be confused with the shrew, Grammar?
She calls to order a capitol thought.
sliding up to Exclamation Mark, shouts “’STOP!’
The object of this meeting,
Is not subject to self- beating.
No presence is here to criticize, or chastises,
nor harmonize.
If getting through is what stays true.
Will be understood by some , but always to you.”.
You are a jeweled gift sparkling diamond rock temple
One of thousand in the world touched petal by petal
Skies above true blue wrapped cotton white emotions
Arches over our earthly plains east to west one circle
Inside silk ribbon feelings tie the knot perfectly
With wings of a swan bound unto you eternally
In you who crowns the heart with passions ignite magic
When the sky was falling into the promised land chants
Carnation of a flower deeply stirring dewdrops rose
In light of the rainbow mountains shone glitter dust
Loving you morning and night never goes out of fashion
Amor helped to ignite flames that burn purely with love
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
07.09.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
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LOVE IS
Love is romancing and always being kind,
No matter the hundred things on your mind.
Love is sharing a pillow or a single bed all night,
Where you have to passionately cuddle up tight!
Love is your husband offering to cook a fine dine meal,
Eating with candlelight, and with a kiss to seal.
Love is all about Birthdays and Christmas and giving,
And never a thought given, to ever receiving.
Love is snuggling up on the sofa and feeling warm,
Whilst your curtains stay open, watching a storm.
Love is to cherish and to always have trust,
This is never in question, simply a must!
Love is never to cry, unless with pure joy,
To say ‘I love you’ and to never each other annoy.
True love is Lilly white, gentle yet fiery, seductive,
It is most certainly an aphrodisiac and so addictive.
Love is to count on someone from dusk to dawn,
And be tickled as you are about to have a yawn!
Love is all about passion and having compassion,
Always meant marriage, but becoming out of fashion!
Love is more-some, and like sharing a chocolate,
As years go by, the closer you become to your mate.
Love is being a friend to the absolute distraught end,
Until death do you part, and a soul now ascends!
Love is forever, to please each one’s every endeavour,
A more beautiful life you know, could be matched, never!
You are a jeweled gift sparkling diamond rock temple
One of thousand in the world touched petal by petal
Skies above true blue wrapped cotton white emotions
Arches over our earthly plains east to west one circle
Inside silk ribbon feelings tie the knot perfectly
With wings of a swan bound unto you eternally
In you who crowns the heart with passions ignite magic
When the sky was falling into the promised land chants
Carnation of a flower deeply stirring dewdrops rose
In light of the rainbow mountains shone glitter dust
Loving you morning and night never goes out of fashion
Amor helped to ignite flames that burn purely with love
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
07.09.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Another prompt, just another poem,
but are these genuine feelings I'm showing?
I think of past versions of my existence,
changing with each season without resistance.
But now I'm too fatigued to study myself,
so leave me alone on a dusty bookshelf.
Sitting upon the edge of unread distant shores,
soul sighs, tired from being a misunderstood metaphor.
Sometimes the inner child loves to run wild,
try to be patient, he forgets how he once smiled.
I can't keep blaming those ghosts from childhood,
but it disturbs the mind when all I see is graphic blood.
I'm trying hard to control these red mists of rage,
to start a new chapter with new verses on a page.
I search for avenues that lead me to chapters of purity,
but this facade hides behind deep suppressed insecurity.
Low self esteem massacres my confidence,
I'm just a man who sometimes lacks common sense.
My outbursts of slaughter are just a means for defence,
apologise in advance if I caused any offence.
Forgive me, I can never take back the sorrows I caused,
but is that any reason for love to remain paused?
You won't see any tears, but they hide my fears.
I've seen through the years that torment never clears.
Encrypted musings of my heart hide behind pain,
Sometimes the wounds reappear and still strain.
I close every door to find silent solitude,
but these devious demons begin to intrude.
Ranting and raving as the Devil joins the queue,
wanting to take me to a darkness that I once knew.
Toxic vampires sucking at my bleeding empathy,
compassion goes out of fashion lacking sympathy.
I try to explain but my views only frustrate,
after a while it seems my opinions are out of date.
Then you wonder why I refuse to communicate,
ignorance of my emotions isn't up for debate.
Silence seems to be the best form of narration.
No one is listening to the angst of my damnation.
I'm content in the deep depths of isolation,
don't summon my soul without an invitation.
Silent One
23 March 2022
Those who worship
Those who praise
Day by day and night by night
Icons glorify their homes and holy sites
Their love for you in symbols up for show
They sing of your joy
They praise your glory
As they walk by the poor
Oh that’s another story
Their hearts are devoted
To the love of above
Yet they forget those beside them
Whom require our compassions
Sadly this kindness is so out of fashion
It selfish that happiness comes from looking above
When contentment of faith gives you a shove
Hey you who worship the gods up beyond
The gods are ashamed to be the idols of love
They ask you not to speak of the heavens
Or Jesus or saviors, or holiest of ghosts
If you truly wish to show your devotion
Stop all this heavenly commotion
Kiss your wife or husband at night
Invite your neighbor for a feast to delight
Give the poor man a blanket for the cold
Forgive the thief who stole some of your gold
Why every single day of you r life
Ask how you can make a fellow man more nice
A smile a hug, a compassionate ear
Talk against war and take away fear
It’s not by your praise of the lord above
That he will open you doors up in the heavens
The good lord is wise and sees your intention
So forgive your enemies and make them your friends
For this the lord will love you until your earthly end
- TRUTH-
Her attraction has no equal
Our lady of the night
Her virtue is a temple
Veiled in bridal white
But as if out of fashion
She discarded all her clothes
We built her in our systems
But she died in all of those
We seek her in our pulpits
We seek her in ourselves
She repels us like a magnet
When conversely switched the pole
So we covered up her nudity
Introduced her as a friend
Who sometimes has two faces
Other times none at all
All the treasure and money on Earth
Cannot compare her estimated worth
Her answer to all our seeking and bitter woes
Her hidden secret is revealed
Her address where she resides
Is under a greedy nose.
Random thoughts flutter across a page
And take shape in verses of expression
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.
While the actor repeats upon the stage
Phrases acting out playwright’s impression
Random thoughts flutter across a page.
Both painting portraits of love and rage
In concise words, the writer’s profession,
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.
Visually the reader will absorb, engage,
Theatergoers easily observe the passion
Random thoughts flutter across a page.
Poets create images like a bird in a cage
Their poems coming in and out of fashion,
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.
The value of writers the public will gauge
Sometimes without the proper caution
Random thoughts flutter across a page
Reflecting the notions of the poet/sage.
Written May 13, 2022
#51 on the BEST POEMS LIST
June 12, 2022
CRY PLANET CRY
Every country is guilty of polluting planet earth,
All the way down its length and across its girth,
We all will ultimately pay the deserved price,
Who will be first, it’s like rolling the dice,
To mention a few, Moscow, to London to Perth!
We throw plastic bottles, packets of take away food,
From car windows, from high buildings, so crude,
Rubbish mounts up horribly in suburbs and cities,
We are committing suicide, was it this bad in the fifties
People then could plan for tomorrow, no longer dude!
Factories, trucks and old cars emit carbon dioxide,
We walk and drive through rubbish, have we no pride,
Do we not sorrow for the future, even the morrow?
We might as well go freeze at the top of Kilimanjaro,
I see a planet mourning, hopeless tears will be cried!
We must practice dialogue intellect and compassion,
Is all this now out of fashion, where is our passion,
Presidents, prime ministers, all rulers look ahead,
For quite plainly if you don’t we are all dead,
No malignant plans please, and no more dispassion!
In my dream
I never knew I loved you
till late last nights surprise
Your visit to my bedside
opened up my eyes
Your presence under my covers
would my touch invite
The intertwine of our fingers
would be my first delight
Your voluntary movement
was an awesome sight
A gift of God's creation
by television light
Never let this be
just a one night stand
Your back it lay apon my chest
my arm a halfway band
Finding warmth beneath my covers
our comforts hand in hand
A wordless passion called dismay
would be out of fashion
I wake to find myself alone
with thoughts of the pleasant dream
Under covers of my comfort
T.V. light to help me sleep
I wondered why she came to me
when never thoughts discovered
Becoming now a dream to me
my days romance would suffer
Could it be that last night
she dreamed the same dream as me
I know inside that it's impossible
but still my day light dreams
Could she be a witch
that cast a spell on me
Or whispered my name in a prayer
and tossed it in the sea
The imp inside me beckons
Gods mercy let this be
Only always to discover finally
it's just I, myself and me
Romance isn't out of fashion
There can still be lots of passion
Here is what you need to do
When you find a love so true
When you whisper in their ear
Words that are sweet and sincere
You caress their tender lips
Softly with your fingertips
Trying to show your devotion
You keep a soft tender motion
As your eyes hold a locked glance
Putting them into a trance
You feel their heart beating faster
Wishing this night lasts forever
As chills run up and down their spine
And bodies start to intertwine
Nothing has ever felt much better
Than when two souls mesh together
You want to stop the morning light
Nothing has ever felt so right
You and me,
we got a lot of storefront love
Yes, we got pockets full of
coupon passion
Discount tears are so ooh ooh
out of fashion
‘Cause we got plenty smiles on the shelf,
and even more good kisses on display
Giving free samples to each other everyday
We are two items sold as one
Beach towel hearts wrapped together
under the breezy tropical sun
We both are an item
that was more than once returned
Our no-refund love is a gift freely given of
past tear checkout lessons learned
Walking down the aisle of happiness,
we purchased a vow
to give each other our very wed best
We were lost items
looking to be true love found
No need anymore for
shopping our regrets around
Irregular heartbeat feelings tossed in the outdated bin,
skipping rope fidelity style ain’t coming back
A limbo fate put us together on the right rack,
we were a perfect matching pair ~ So good looking
No more thoughts so mannequin,
no more packaged plastic posing
Me and you,
we got a lot of real storefront love
Pockets full of plenty good
coupon passion
We are two items sold as one
Jogging suit soulmates ~ Retell joy synchronized,
on a love time marathon run
We both are a gold item,
so ticking in tandem delight
Much too often buyer remorse returned
We are a beautiful item,
rare birds in romantic flight
Having no caged doubt discard concern
It rhymes with compassion
It never goes out of fashion
It is heart’s greatest ration,
This utterly delightful passion
It rhymes with inspiration
It brings my heart such elation
It is life’s hope, my foundation
Coming to the heart with salvation
It rhymes with sweet grace
It lights up most anyplace
It stirs the spirit with its embrace
Knowing a joy nothing can replace
It rhymes with gentle charity
It brings the life it’s clarity
It assures the heart it’s prosperity
Enlightening the love’s similarity
It rhymes with the heart’s desire
It assures that love and hope conspire
It whispers of faith that brings you higher
Reassuring the spirit of its supplier
It rhymes with beautiful light
It rushes to save from the dark night
It reaches beyond the poems we write
Softening the soul with its insight
It rhymes with joyful peace
It is a wonder that will not cease
It’s creativity will ever increase
Sharing God’s grace, His masterpiece
It rhymes with Jesus, the Son
It abides in the soul He has won
It is filled with mercy for everyone
His grace and love won’t be outdone!
When in doubt, write about love
A real good theme to follow
A popular dream known the world over
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
You can never ever really go wrong
Writing about love and passion
We crave the love of another human being
It will never go out of fashion
The words will always just seem to flow
Without ever searching in vain
A natural instinct we forever rely on
Takes so little to fan the flame
All through my life, I've forever been
In love with the passion of love
Some are born with it while others are not
I have never needed a shove
So when in doubt, write about love
It will always have a likability
As well as that you'll expose your heart
To show you're vulnerability