Best Peaked Poems
Just a small girl, an innocent rose bud
lost in daydreams while she walked
home from school, for several blocks.
It was a fine, spring day in Berkeley
warm sun's rays peaked through leaves
amidst the trees, by sidewalk streets.
Her school bag in hand, preoccupied
"Don't step on a crack or on a line
keep to the spaces, and you'll be fine."
And so she played the sidewalk game
until a call was heard, from mother dear
across the street, her voice so clear.
Without a thought, she ran to meet
her mother, yet she was unaware
of a speeding car, out of nowhere.
The vehicle descended fast
upon the child, on that center divide
within a split second, she could die.
And then, a supernatural event
as forces, unforeseen, took place
a split second, she flew to the sidewalk, safe.
This little girl had turned, was lifted up
then gently placed, she had escaped
was gathered by angel's arms, embraced.
My mother saw it all, before her very eyes
her child, rescued, by a miracle that day
and I, that little girl, am grateful I was saved.
Written on 10/6/2015
For Divine Intervention Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
* This is a true account that happened to me when I was six years old
Categories:
peaked, angel, child, miracle,
Form:
Rhyme
He'd be typing away on his desk
with blueprints for the next big thing,
While I'd be staring off into the azure sky
appreciating the "insignificant" things
You really are a genius
in your field of technicalities,
with which you thoroughly water;
A wife, a place of your own,
and a destination in mind
Me?
You'll find me in the corner
(no not a corner... think rounded edges,
much more safe)
Half past ten, still in bed,
with rolls of cash in a Ziploc bed
(I'm not dealing and I'm sorry if I gave you that
impression... more likely
just a descendant of Scrooge)
Your perfectly organized life
(my just screw it attitude)
Well I must say you are on your way,
but where exactly too?
I solemnly wish
we had, but one thing
in common, dearest brother,
Even with the knowledge
that I wrote this for you
I'm sure deep down
you'd think this quite sappy
And being the person that I am
I'd immediately think of tree metaphors
(now what what rhymes with cedar?)
And being the person you are
you'd probably just go about your day
wondering about the latest Apple product
You live next door
and yet somehow
galaxies came between us,
Practical you gathered sticks and stones
for your shelter here on Earth
(I was too busy daydreaming
on Mars)
From the moment I opened my eyes
and peaked my little head out
from the pool in the backyard,
we were brothers, through and through
... so why do I have this nagging urge
to shake your hand and ask
"Have we met?"
Categories:
peaked, brother, confusion, dedication,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The dwelling place is in lofty mountain peak,
hidden from protruding human eyes that seek.
A lonely figure the Yowie cuts,
All contact from the outside world he shuts.
I saw him once, this hairy fellow,
a face so sad and eyes of yellow.
He stood on a ledge in sunshine's glare,
I dare not move, I could only stare.
His seven foot frame, large outstretched arms,
My fear set in I recited the psalms.
The agile beast toward me started,
My belly boiled and then..... I farted.
He got so near my eyes did close,
I peaked and saw that he covered his nose.
The fart I did, boy did it stink.
It caused the yowie's eyes to blink.
For just a moment I thought I had him cold,
but he recovered quickly and became quite bold.
With a sweeping motion he did pick me up.
and around his frame put my face at his butt.
I was upside down and in an awkward spot,
then he let one rip, gave it all he got.
On the richter scale, I'd rate it at ten,
It was the fart of about a thousand men.
So if you're out in the mountains for a quiet stroll,
beware of Yowie, big foot or some other troll.
If they encounter you, turn and their butt cheeks part,
they will surely unleash the most abominable fart.
Categories:
peaked, adventure, animal, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
Categories:
peaked, joy, life, sea, self,
Form:
Rhyme
In 1890, cowboy Bob Womack found gold at the base of lofty Pikes Peak!
In short order a ramshackle town was founded called Cripple Creek.
Hordes of gamblers, 'soiled doves' and prospectors hopin' to make a buck,
Heeded the call of 'Pikes Peak Or Bust' and fled west to try their luck!
This 'peaked' the interest of a young Hoosier feller named Oliver Pence,
Who ordered a shovel from the Sears Roebuck Catalog for eighty-seven cents.
(He called Cripple Creek, Cripple 'Crick' since that's how Hoosiers speak!)
He strapped the shovel to Fred his mule and headed west his fortune to seek!
Oliver staked his claims and his shovel left many a diggin' 'long the way.
His shafts and holes in the hills and vales can be seen to this very day!
He'd found a few nuggets and a bit of dust but didn't 'mount to much.
What he did find he'd blowed on gamblin', whiskey, wimmen and such!
Often, he'd lean on his trusty shovel and muse 'bout his fate.
He talked to the shovel, sayin, "We ain't had much luck as of late.
We'll winter in the cabin and come spring we'll continue our quest;
I'll strap you on old Fred and we'll head fer them hills to the west!"
Seasons came and went and Oliver wasn't seen 'bout town much anymore.
On a cold and dreary day, friends found him stiff dead on the hovel floor!
They dug his grave with the shovel and buried him outside the cabin door.
Six feet down the old shovel struck gold - the lode he'd been a-lookin' for!
Categories:
peaked, fate, humorous, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Categories:
peaked, beautiful, nature, sea,
Form:
Imagism
COURAGE VS. CONFLICT
The history of man defines Ape as a primate.
Man seems to be in that mind-set today.
He lives life as pent because he denies himself religious freedoms.
God refined humankind once before and, therefore, he will do the same once more.
The factor ends when iniquity meets perilous world.
The mania of man will bring forth extinction.
In parable, the elderly wisdom was predefined by the life they had lived since the beginning of time.
They had seen themselves within their prime and captured these elements through their
way of life.
Their beauty was not a basis to define.
They were primates of mammal and nomadic.
Their skin was olive nonwhiten via sunshine.
They hunted with self-made weapons and brought back a feast many times.
However, one male cultivated the mind.
He invented weapons for prosperity.
An abundance of wealth all received.
Today is venturous.
Humankind has crested to another prehistoric image.
Our originations through inventions and development have implemented innovations.
Our minds must continue to reinvent not to become another mandrill.
The core of our existence relies on this.
We are human beings and the highest intelligence.
Insofar as we are not predetermine...
Insofar as we are no predestine to a grandeur form...
Insofar as we see no more adjustments that are required for humankind physiological form...
We have peaked physiologically.
Therefore, we will henceforth to inform our mental faculty.
____________________________________________________|
Penned on October 19, 2014!
Categories:
peaked, conflict, courage, culture,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
For turning my eyes into shallow Pacific blues,
because nobody likes Chocolate.
For transforming the freckled clusterbomb on my face,
into baby skin smoothness!
Because freckles are humanity’s alleged worst enemy
and I refuse to allow my self-confidence to stay Pro-Activ.
Thank you, Photoshop
for giving me that liposuction I ALWAYS wanted
in less than 10 minutes!
Working out is BENEATH me!
And I’m too busy dating these "5 Guys".
Thank you for bathing me in your Black & White Fountain of Youth!
60 is the used 25!
I refuse attempts in removing this fallacy
crawling under my lifted eye sockets.
My wisdom wrinkles shall stay imploded under pretentious needle.
Otherwise, I can’t continue to be fed
flirtatious appetizers by horny sheeple
and bi-curious copycats
hocking hairballs at the sight
of my airbrushed collagen lips
while they dry hump my computer generated thighs.
Their retinas grope my artificially inflated Grand Canyons
which are really only peaked valleys.
Yet, they won’t look at my defaults…
So, I thank you Photoshop
for being unable
to crop my misery.
© Drake J. Eszes
"Dedicated to those who are unable to look within themselves." -D.J.E.
Categories:
peaked, introspection, life, social, me,
Form:
Free verse
Waist deep in an icy clear blue mountain lake
Under the watchful gaze of the Grand Tetons majestic grandeur
Snow peaked summits reaching clouds where they join the rising sun
A more beautiful place I could never have imagined, even in my dreams
Casting sunflower yellow line patiently over and over
As the icy blue drops of water race back down the line so gracefully
As though they can't wait to return to the secrets below
The rhythmic snapping of the rod echoing in the still quiet morning
My fly floats by the place among the crevasses of rocks where rainbows hide
Beneath the icy clean blue water
Here we are you and I, sharing this place, eye to eye
Watching you dart from side to side, every color of the rainbow
Reflecting, bending, gliding
A rainbow in motion, here right beside me, all around me
You jump as though proudly displaying your beauty
As I gently hold your rainbow magic in my hand, thanking you for a perfect day
I leave you to return to that hidden place where rainbows stay
©Donna Jones
Categories:
peaked, blue, nature, rainbow,
Form:
Free verse
My self esteem never peaked
Mental abuse always leaked
From your foul and mean mouth
All my dignity just flew south
And never came back again
Your so proud that you could win
The power of my sad heart
Broken from the very start
I was born -- it never ended
Young and naive you pretnended
To care for and love me true
Dishonest lies came from you
As I grew and figured out
What your lies were all about
It was too late for me to find
Self esteem of any kind
All my self worth you just ruined
My anger is largely brewing
As I think back to the days
I never recognized the ways
My siblings received the love
I needed and missed so much
Was I such a useless burden
You threw me aside and hurtin'
Fragile, unsure and so young
My chance on life never begun
An innocent baby can not grow
Without the love a parent shows
Why did my sisters and brothers
Get the love while I was smothered
By neglect and loneliness
So much joy my life has missed
A little girl trapped in the fate
Of so much despair and hate
Categories:
peaked, baby, feelings, how i
Form:
Rhyme
If we could.....
Taste the beauty of butterfly wings
and buttercups blooming..
Smell a hot orange sun setting
and fluffy white clouds floating..
See what raindrops see falling
and the perfume inside a rose..
Hear the calmness of a clear blue sky
and the power of a snow peaked mountain..
Touch the velvety blackness of midnight
and a mighty lightning bolt..
Imagine..what a different world this would be.......
©Donna Jones
Categories:
peaked, earth, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds
Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a keeper.
And it wasn't love like a summer fling --- but it goes much deeper.
The rumors you heard - it's all too true - they met on Online Scrabble:
sesquipedalians by heart, but in the strictest sense, true Word Warriors.
Her last turn was an "I Do"... and when it came, he knew that he was done for:
pussyfooting through the back door, the tenacious Triple Word Score.
The date was planned - his bachelorhood canned. Compensated on Christmas day,
a wifie from Wales to tie the knot with my uncle the Stud from the Spud State.
The Red Dragon Damsel flew in (too strong to be distressed) into my uncle's country life.
(I still remember his clenched fists pouring buckets at the altar ... his first love)
And she brought her little Dragoness, too --- a fiery spark named Emily.
My job was to walk my new British cousin down the aisle,
as she whispered to me, "Should we link arms?"
And though I should have said, "What's the harm?"
instead of a rather robotic canter --- it now brings a smile.
My lovely Aunt Laura wore an eggplant dress, as if too challenge the mountain majesty
that peaked through the church window of that fine Idahoan morn.
Her glorious entry introduced by a Celtic song that would have made Enya weep,
as the vertigo of vows came to a close like a caged bird being released.
Mariah Carey's famous Christmas hit took to life --- All I Want Is You, rang true,
as they took each other's arms to dance celebrating an unlikely circumstance.
Crossing oceans to become One: she from Barry, and he from Boise.
The After Party --- filled with giggles, tears and rip-roaring stories from every point of view.
The wedding cake (believe it or not) was a Scrabble board:
one slice was Congratulations - and though a bit silly, to me it was poetry.
And my uncle - you could tell - was simply dumbfounded
as she took the words right out of his mouth
... with a crumb-filled smooch.
Written February 27th, 2016.
For the My Wedding Day Is Special Because... hosted by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
NOTE: I've never been married before, so I hope writing about my uncle's wedding instead is acceptable.
Categories:
peaked, adventure, beauty, blessing, devotion,
Form:
Narrative
Dedicated to my Father, (R)Colonel US Army, 1931-1998, with endless love
Leaving for a year
for nightmare and fear
he came to say goodbye
or at least to try.
I did not speak,
didn’t open my eyes,
an unknown fear
had me paralyzed.
My Father full-blown,
a force in uniform,
is memory that haunts -
a fulfillment I still want.
My pretend sleep,
him standing above.
we should have spoken,
held and shown love.
I only, barely, peaked
at my Daddy’s face.
This regret won’t leave,
I mourn that lost embrace.
Did he know, did he realize,
his nine-year-old was alert
behind closed eyes?
He had always known
when I was in possum mode.
We should have hugged,
shown each other our love.
Did Dad live with regret
over what I cannot forget?
Categories:
peaked, daughter, father, war,
Form:
Rhyme
fall enters gaily
with a shower of bright leaves
pushing summer out
I truly think that it's a bummer
There only is three months of summer.
I sadly wave her on her way,
Summer whose stay is too soon gone.
Our summer, this year, was a winner.
We picnicked, vacationed and played.
The thermostat peaked before dinner
as we drank lemonade in the shade
and watched glorious sunsets fade
11/1/15
Categories:
peaked, seasons,
Form:
Verse
Paulette’s dream was peaked rapture without end
So she rested thought, to make room for the divine
Head and heart melded and to God’s will did bend
Paulette’s dream was peaked rapture without end
Her desire was fulfilled as bliss vibrations did ascend
All this was enabled, the moment she chose to align
Paulette’s dream was peaked rapture without end
So she rested thought, to make room for the divine
11-January-2022
Paulette - 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
peaked, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Triolet