Best Pail Poems
Such a pail
I have a sweet beautiful daughter
Who is always fetching me water
Each day without fail
she has such a pail
When my daughter brings me the water
Limerick Contest December 24, 2015
Sponsored by Jan Allison
When mining thoughts, how deafening the ring
We search the walls of silence for a vein
A golden verse to strum on soft heart strings
To touch someone and stake a poet's claim
We chip away, in rubble, as we pick
It falls as wads of paper on the floor
When suddenly a glowing candlewick
We've struck the mother lode of metaphors
And as the liquid gold flows through the pen
In words of love and matters of the heart
The muse begins to tingle deep within
While he assays the worth of this new art
These nuggets that we find could be for sale
If bells are ringing, don't throw down the pail.
(LOL)
by Daniel Turner
He left for work, lunch pail in hand –
a warm kiss on the cheek at the door.
His arms wrapped me in a big, bear hug –
he promised he’d be home at four.
The feel of his embrace as a warm cocoon –
made me happy to be alive.
The sound of his tires on the gravel –
as he slowly pulled out of the drive.
My father was my inspiration -
like a tissue for all of my tears.
As long as I had my pappy -
I felt cushioned from pain and fear.
The school day went by quickly –
a blanket of white outside.
I stuck my tongue out to taste the snow –
and the cold melted warm as pie.
Stunned by the silence of an empty house –
an indication of something gone wrong.
A tremble of fear like a chill in the air –
the startling message on the phone.
My father would not be home at four –
his heart gave out on the job.
He was breathing artificial life -
my own heart began to throb.
I tasted tears all through the night -
my pulsing heart in shock.
I watched the passing of the moon -
like a total eclipse of the clock.
The piercing sound of the ringing phone –
at precisely half past six.
I heard my mother fall to the floor –
the shock of a loss too big.
It was March of 1976 and the lunch pail sat alone –
I would never again hear the sound of his tires.
He was never coming home.
I suppose the usual suspects,
should fill up this poem,
City of lights, ancient pyramids,
colosseum in Rome,
To be honest I seen all these places,
sitting playing the slots,
Yeah we’re talking Vegas baby,
sin city, I’ve given it a shot,
Been up the Eiffel Tower,
Bellagio fountains down below,
Viewing the Sistine chapel,
in Venice along the same road,
Look across main boulevard,
I see Caesars palace all lit up,
Just outside on the strip,
Elvis sings through a begging cup,
Passing the cosmopolitan,
New York springs into view,
Must go by the crystals first,
still looks sparkling new,
On second thoughts cross over,
go shop the miracle mile,
Planet Hollywood rises above,
looking a bit retro in style,
Outside it’s baking hot,
have you felt that Nevada sun,
Cool vapour blows from
roadside bars, I do not shun,
Next day into the stratosphere,
ride the big shot atop,
A thousand feet over Vegas,
screaming will it ever stop,
Later up or down to freemont st.
cannot tell I’m totally lost,
Craziest place I’ve ever seen,
little sleazy by default,
So that’s my bucket list,
everything’s now crossed off,
World under one roof, pretty sad,
yeah well! go ahead and scoff.
By
David Kavanagh
What Have You Kicked Off
On Your Bucket List Poetry Contest
08/11/2020
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I carry my pail,
With water to bail,
To the little creek.
With the water knee deep,
I hope not to fall into the creek.
With the rain from the hurricane,
It's had not to feel the pain.
People lost,
Homes gone,
It only seems right that they get a song.
To help with all that has taken place,
With the new troubles they must face.
The worse the damage,
The more you were meant for.
You're stronger than you think.
He went up her hill to fetch a pail of water
He looked into the wishing well
It was dark, yet enchanting
When he put his ear next to it
It seemed to be calling his name
Like an oasis is to a dessert beckoning
a thirsty man
He was thirsty, too
The edges of the well began to stand up
It seemed to be moist in there
Or was that his imagination
It began to coo, too
Or was that his imagination
He stood there, staring, mesmerized
At the sheer beauty of the wishing well
He searched his pockets
He pulled out a nickel
He thought he heard a voice
say is that all you have
He nodded yes
He imagined he heard a laugh
He then closed his eyes and threw it in
It barely skimmed the surface
A few minutes later he uncorked his wish
A gift of raindrops
To the wishing well it was no big deal
As he looked into the reflection of the well
At least he smiled at all the legends
He thought he heard a voice
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connie pachecho
1/7/2016
Me and My Pail
By Joeysguy
From birth my mom wiped away my tears
She did it into my childhood years
Growing up I stopped the crying
Until the day of my wife’s dying
I have this pail that no one can see
It’s invisible except to me
The pail is for the tears from my eyes
I won’t need the pail after my demise
A dog and a cat
Sat on a porch
Watching Jill water her plants
Jill felt happy and swell
Because the water from the well
Made her flowers all rise up and dance
They danced in the sun
And had so much fun
The colorful petals from roses
Made the dog and the cat
Both sneeze where they sat
Because some petals were stuck to their noses
I was not sorry to see my heart creep so,
plodding brick elephants of snow,
I was not sorry to see my heart go.
I sent it off my all my might,
rather, it best should have gone
long before daylight,
I kissed it soft as dead flower sewn,
my eyes its eyes,
my song its song,
and never could a move prove wrong,
thus my heart crossed pitiless night,
with swell of glass in art of flight,
I could not mourn to see it go.
It’s D-day for my life
What else is there to say
Everything is crumbling
Breaking apart
I am a pail of empty tears
Full of holes
Full of holes
Rusted into pieces
What do you think of when you watch the sun rising?
In dawns early light, Find peace as the stars fade, And the
light of day brings A new beginning of a day, A day of
wonderment, A day of excitement, A day of adventure, A
day that can never be replaced.
When you see, Do not see with your eyes,
But rather see with your heart, For your heart sees all. I saw
something, Now it is gone, Was it really there? Or was it
just a hope of something I wanted to be? Why didn't I hold
onto it when I saw it? Why didn't you hold onto what you
had?
Love to the extreme, For you have but one life, And only
one life to live, So live it the best you can, Love with all
your heart, For your heart knows all. If you just open it up
and let it talk to you.
Let jealousy be cast out, For what is jealousy, But what you
wish were happening to you, Instead of to them, The past is
past, And should be left in the past, Don't be a stranger to
the one you love. Remember there are different shades of
love, Of caring, Of wanting to be, Of what is real.
Are you vain? Do you think this poem is about you? Is this a
shoe, does it fit you? Well, it is not what you think, But
rather how I felt at the time I wrote this. As with so many
poems that are written, Just something from the writers
head. What is true and What is real? Did you spill the pail of
water, Or did it just fall out of the pail?
06-20-2008
some have them cleam
its not or dream
and not mean
to wash have at a stand
as you clean your hands
and dip in like a wail
its
NAILS AND PAIL
to kept the clean
is not a dream
its not mean
and it not a tail
to have nice finger nail
you need the pot drop
water flows like a wail
for the
FINGER NAILS AND THE PAIL
A pail and shovel
Bright red
A castle to build
A moat to fill
Seagulls shriek
Crabs scurry
As tidal creep
Threatens the kingdom
Baby calf takes his bath in the pail no matter what
Nearly taking off his chin in an “upper cut”
Because his face is too large, and his petootsie is too
I can hear him trying to get out, he has a loud moo.