Best Overfilled Poems
Last night I awoke to the sign of Orion, and the big dipper pouring beauty into her
countenance.
Though the stars say she is a Capricorn, a meager goat, I see Orion’s majesty every time I
stare into here full lips and wide Sophia Lauren Smile.
Her sleek and slender body bodes of Spartan stubbornness.
A stubbornness that’s had me fuming on the wrong kind of sides, of the wrong kinds of days.
Most days, we spend our lives like firefighters, putting out 101 degree fevers, cars
breaking down, and trying to make ends meet on a student’s stipend,
And as days pass, we see separation as an impossibility for how could we possibly survive
without each other?
But last night, I was freed from the stress of overfilled garbage cans and overdue
research projects,
To see her high and lifted up in the unconditional light which she shines for so many,
So many children, to whom she’s been a second mother, screaming, “Ms. Lucas!!!, Ms.
Lucas!!!,” as we see them in the mall.
The countless times that she’s saved me form suicide with a hope unfettered and sincere,
You see last night, I got a quick glimpse into my life as heaven sees it, and I saw my
wife for the first time, lifted high into the deep night, shining for the world.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I truly see her everywhere,
Every where there is courage, I see her wringing the neck of the crack head that almost
kidnapped our oldest in Chicago,
Every time I see kindness, I see her soothing voice in my ear saying, “Keep going baby,
you’re almost out of the tunnel.”
Whenever I see pain, I see her face when she looked down at her dead father’s body, stoic
and resolved that his tragedy would not mar her memory of his greatness.
Every time I see strength, I see a woman who buried her brother in the same summer of her
honeymoon and still smiled wide with sincerity.
But last night, God removed the veil, and I saw her through heaven’s eyes,
Glorious and heroic,
And in that moment I realized that nothing can stop me, because I sleep next to Orion.
Machel, the hero of old.
Categories:
overfilled, loveme, time, me, time,
Form:
Blank verse
In shiny armor knights of old,
Only quests for the brave and bold,
Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold.
But my heavy chalice isn’t gold,
Mine is night black and filled with cold,
About death is my story told,
A memory covered in mold.
Not expected plain death, you see,
When older age exacts a fee,
Known illness, not surprisingly.
That night was never planned, by me.
Unexpected, this was to be
Black night, black car, walking was she,
Killing her, instantaneously.
Still awake with thoughts of the dead,
My black cup overfilled with dread,
Remembering every word she said
Since shining day when we were wed.
Quest for peace now my daily bread,
Weariness drops my heavy head,
My chalice of the night, from A to Zed.
January 24, 2022
Contest: The Chalice of Night
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Categories:
overfilled, 7th grade, dark, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
The Scots, by God,
They drove them out,
With a single Yorkie
At their heels a' yappin'
The Hobyahs tried to fly
Their arms they were a flappin'
Some managed to take to sea
And landed in Hamptonshire,
Yes-serieee!!!
But the British Navy would have none of this,
Big battleships they did send
The Hobyahs saw their doom,
Their plans they did amend
They sailed on to American,
Landed at the New Jersey coast,
The hobyahs could find no better host!
They ate their way from Newark
All the way up to Camden
Avoiding kennels and dog warning signs
There was always people on their roast
Now, much of America
Might applaud this you see,
For most of Jersey's citizens
Were as useless as a rubber tree
Then the Jerseyites came up
With a plan,
They bribed the Hobyahs with
16 barges overfilled with McDonalds
Quarter-Pounders with Cheese-
With big sign saying-
"This Way!!"
"Free PeopleBurgers"!!!!
And Infant Limb Fries!!!!"
Now this was not within
the Hobyah's realm of understanding,
But it sure sounded good....
So on the barges they climbed,
Till each and every one of these fiends
Took to sea, gorging themselves
On what they thought was fast human food
Once out in the bay, the barges were sunk
by remote control
On shore, a Mexican Beach Police Patrolman
was heard to ask Humphery Bogart,
for his beachcomber permit...
Humphrey barked back, "What?- Don't you see the history being made here?
If you're the beach police, let's see your badges!!"
The cop sneered, "Barges?....Barges?????.....We Don't Need No Sinking
Barges!!!!"
(See "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre")
With the kind permission of Marnie Memis (Oh, I Love that name!)
Categories:
overfilled, adventure, imagination, parody, people,
Form:
Burlesque
He deserves such softness.
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day.
He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.
I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.
Categories:
overfilled, abuse, care, for him,
Form:
Free verse
I miss those days when my lips really smilled
Eyes were sparkling and words didnt lied
The moment i woke and brushed my teeth
Ticking clock didnt worry me for my punch time sheet
Breakfast served was to fill my heart and not my tummy
Now i miss the magic from hands of my mummy
Worries of work loads were nowhere to be seen
Few blank pages of homeworks was all the worries there have been
Now i feel tierd of waking from sleep
But alarm clock rings like hunters wheep
Friends now discuss work and people
Lost all talks of childhood those were ambitious yet simple
Now smile wore on lips is all faked
Logic are been found in the jokes been cracked
Ticking of clock marks hours of lunch or work
At the end of year i wait for hikes and perk
Birthday wishes now come as reminders on facebook wall
And friends never remembers to wish me well on call
Presents that once overfilled my little heart with joy
Now sometimes come from dear once in hands of delivery boy
Weeks and months fills boredom in year
Dreams now a days are filled with worries and fear
Lost are stories of inspiring superheroes
Those are replaced with conspiracies of back ers
Pleasent those memories grew between pages and tiffin boxes
Left only to strengthen my soul between heeds of corporate foxes
Bonds of life long brotherhood those once were sworn
Could it remain simply there whole life long
Dreams and ambitions that left our eyes with glitter
Lost them on the ups and downs of corporate coster
Vacations that braught fun time whole day
Whether be it rain or burning heat of may
Nights those bought sound and sweet sleep
Have now counted millions of imaginary sheep
Now booze fails to fade thoughts that make me worry
Those once stories of magic wond Simply burry
Now i am all grown that once i imagined i would
But i do really miss my all gone days of childhood
Where every day new sun shone the cloud
Score of cricket when made teams proud
Once so young and care free was i
With the age mirror would reveal the wrinkles and scars
Would i be able to live the same days once more
Categories:
overfilled, childhood, memory, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
G;Geico commercials B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U;
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web-
always, and rightfully rated number one B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy
Enough for now folks. Have a painless day!
Categories:
overfilled, funny, imagination, inspirational, life,
Form:
List
Hey baby I figured id leave u poem on your myspace for you. Girl you are
everything to me, not even a billion dollars would break us apart because my love for you is
so strong. My blood is thick of love and it keeps my heart pumping for the love that we share
everyday. My promise to you is that forever in the future we will be the same now and no
girl could ever take that away. You’re my princess and I cant live without u and id die for
you.
My soul was blacked at first but when our first kissed arrived then my soul was filled with
love and no more hatred. My soul has on thing to do and its to fill itself up with the love for
you, you’re my one and only. No differences could break us apart. My feelings are so strong
for you that my body is overfilled with joy. There isn’t enough time in this world for me to
show u how much my feelings for you are strong, my brain has on feeling and its love.
You’re my baby for life. I love you
Categories:
overfilled, lovebaby, baby, feelings, love,
Form:
ABC
Growing up, we never lived near my aunt. On trips to my grand-mom's house, we would visit overnight with my aunt. Our favorite dishes she would cook all day, the aroma greeted us as we walked in her door. Hugs and kisses, were flying everywhere. She would always say, look at how much you have grown. Off to the table we would go, talking~laughing~eating until overfilled. The years went by way too fast, with visits getting further apart. In the summer as a teen, I would sometimes visit for a few weeks at a time. Never wanting to leave, aunt~how I wish you were my mother. When my little one came along, I took him for a visit to my aunt's. They loved each other just like I did, he also never wanted to leave. Now she is gone, no more loving place to visit.
Date Written: 11/17/2021
1 Place
5. visit
''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
overfilled, food, love, remember, smile,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Child, Welcome Home
I was traveling towards the light when darkness suddenly fell.
So I headed towards the singing and the ringing of the bell.
When I was greeted by a woman dressed in sparkling white,
Who smiled warmly and guided me towards the light.
With a new found eagerness I walked away alone,
When a voice from the choir said, “Child, Welcome Home”.
My heart was overfilled, replacing which was sad,
For I was looking forward to greeting mom and dad.
I instantly started singing a song I never knew,
About the love of a Savior who’s wisdom is tried and true.
Feelings of anxiety and loneliness were erased from my mind,
Replaced with a joy of a completely different kind.
As I walked the sparkling street my eyes began to strain,
From the brilliance of the presence, and “I AM” was his name.
He took me by the hand, as the choir began to sing,
Jesus Loves The Little Children, and Glory To The King.
He knelt down to my level then swooped me in his arm,
I never felt so warm and completely safe from harm.
He told me of patience and how the time would quickly come,
When my family would be united and we would live here as one.
So please stop your crying and try not to be sad,
I’m waiting for you in heaven, I love you Mom and Dad.
Categories:
overfilled, faithmom, me, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Reheated road
Reheated road retired by moving pandemonium,
Altercating, bitching, clamoring and demanding
sluggishly set forward
Birds and flies dispersed towards different directions
Their infuriate cry overspread the moving commotion
Against the riot the power standing
highly fortified, uniformed with stars
Attentively antagonized, barricading with iron bars
behind the fuming
Uproar reached closer
and disagreement sparking
Bottles, stones, whatever touching hands took wings
High torn and overfilled emotions animated
in place of confirmation, coordination, and correlation
flushing water, smoky gas and rubber bullets
find way to reach a peaceful solution
tears, vain juice and screaming
flowed without win nobody
Road reheated seeking solution treatment!
Jayaratne Weerakkody
Categories:
overfilled, bullying, emotions, people, stress,
Form:
Narrative
The Storm's Fury, Can Be Tempered
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late;
Why act in a foolish and hard hearted way,
with the temper of the moment in your heart,
here death is final, we get not another start
all must bow on the promised judgment day;
And cultivate love in your everyday travels,
soften every hurried step in your desires,
mercy is the best wood for your hottest fires
failure to heed this and life often unravels;
When you are overfilled with a deep hate,
grab not a gun but rather the good book,
Carefully read, give Proverbs a close look
think of love and mercy before its too late.
Robert J. Lindley, 04-04-2015
Categories:
overfilled, change, deep, easter, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
God seems has created this enormous universe
from one point and emptiness
In the honor of his great love
As if after tragic lost his best beloved,
For really immortal memory of one heart
whom he so strong and limitless devoured,
that after lost her forever
he overfilled with hate and vengeance
to decide redesign and reshape world,
aiming wipe away Death at all
completely and totally
expelling and terminating it jealously
from any spaces, measures and way of existences
have left any room for his arch enemy,
presenting in the honor of love
her condolence. memory and unavoidable resurrection
this grandeur, stunned, fearful, limitless, deep
and full with unexplained and unfolded awesome love
act of creation.
Categories:
overfilled, god, universe,
Form:
Epitaph
I know you are sad that I am no longer there.
I'm in the presents of God. No need to despair.
This place beautiful unlike anything I've ever seen.
Not one soul here who Jesus hasn't made clean.
No trash to pick up around these pearly streets of gold
I see the garden nearby just like the bible had told.
When I want something to eat I just pull it off the vine.
No need to prick my finger. I'm healed. Heaven is devine!!
I am no longer thirsty as my cup is overfilled.
I can now see the river. Oh how I am thrilled!!
The sky is so blue yet it's not overly bright.
Oh, by the way, did I mention I have perfect sight??
To those whom I left when I had passed away
There is something important that I would like to say.
Stay strong in the Lord and repent every day
For you do not know when the Lord will call your way.
I
Categories:
overfilled, death of a friend,
Form:
Rhyme
Stuff; worldwide problem
People buy and buy; they use and use, eat and eat
Without proper way to maintain it stuff
They just dump; some store it in a clutter for days before dump
Some dump it any where they like
And forgot environment hygiene
However, they overfilled local fill
Our areas is full of stinks
Yet we can't to purchasing or using it
It even increasing everyday
Yea, our refuses increasing also
God work is mysterious he created Mankind like god
Our government has long discover
How to transform waste to energy and they are doing Their best but it is not enough
If we can join hands, if it is possible within
Our Local and State government
We can build this kind of company to take care of
Our stuff and our problem
Will be solving, it will also develop our country
15/6/2015
CONTEST: STUFF
SPONSOR by THOMAS MARTIN
Categories:
overfilled, abuse, addiction, adventure, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
Once was a man who loved with all of his heart
But it was because of that love that made him more dark
A darkness unlike any night and void of its depth
Then like a cocoon of baby spiders it crept all through his flesh
For the world was his passion so bright and so green
But another man had different dreams that created the machine
And although accomplishment was to his hearts content
He gave it to idled hands unaware of consequence
They began exploiting the weak as they took what they pleased
The world became frightful, poor, and diseased
One mans hymn of praise became another mans curse
As thy flesh fed the machine and his blood quenched its thirst
While the street became flooded from tears of the damned
The gutters overfilled with uprisings and demands
But the ones that were in power refused to be overthrown
So the weak destroyed the machine and thus everyones home
For the hands that built it knew nothing of the dream
And the ones who controlled it cared for nothing it conceived
The head and hands need a mediator and it must be thy heart
Or the world will bare witness to a civilization torn apart
~ JJF ~
“A great civilization is not conquered from without until it has destroyed itself from within.”
~ Ariel Durant ~
Categories:
overfilled, corruption, courage, grief, poverty,
Form:
Free verse