Best Peel Off Poems
The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve
Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes, they feast upon my grass-stained feet
All on a summers eve
Young lovers strip down, kissing perchance to swim
As jealous moon watches, and sunset grows dim
The sand dunes heat up, begging for skin on skin
All on a summers eve
Bold daisies flirt, nodding their modest heads,
Ivory faced roses blush, burning them red
Tiny seeds toss, and then shoot from their beds
All on a summers eve
Butterflies tease, as they flit-flutter by
Somewhere a windowsill holds fresh baked pie
Magic is born within jars of fireflies
All on a summers eve
Wild, woodland faeries dance in faerie rings
Children will grin, picking flowers to bring, to
Their surprised mothers, whose thankful hearts sing
All on a summers eve
Fishes gaze warily at worm-hooked poles
Marshmallows roast above fiery coals
Keen mother horses watch boisterous foals
All on a summers eve
Impatient winds blow, making love to the trees
Zephyrs entice; then enrage the calm seas
While lilies and hyacinths bewitch the breeze
All on a summers eve
Love will be found, and remembered, and made
Peace is a book, an old tree and its shade
Summer to me, tastes like cold lemonade
All on a summers eve
So, come with ye, summer; be gone snow and sleet!
I long to feel grass on the soles of my feet
And jump in the river as suns rays retreat
All on a summers eve
Shared 2nd place winner in Karen Neary's Summer Enchantment Rhymed
poetry contest. Thank you!!!
1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should dig our coated nails into;
the layers of regret and anger
that our mothers tell us to peel off
2.
but the sun bakes us too hard and rancid
laying down on styrofoam mattresses
where someone pokes their thumbs through the plastic
watching nothing but empty bubbles reflecting
and life is faded, glossy pages of a magazine
with a worn bar stool with cigarette burns thrown in between
3.
and we all carry this restless, tormented beauty
that gets up and leaves
as soon as they say
it will settle down
© Gry W Christensen
Arise! Oh Heart, from the catacombs of the dead
Shake off the dust, for Life beckons you like a buddy
Peel off the weariness that wraps you like a shroud
And walk to the open to perceive the light.
Arise! Oh Heart, from the dungeons of gloom
The dawn is at your door step, waiting to break
Sing with the lark, merrily warbling in the woods
Dance with the billows, wildly prancing on the deep.
Arise! Oh Heart, from the ghettos of bondage
Break loose the ropes that moor you to the past
Dart through the panorama of the cerulean blue
And fly high into regions, uncharted and new.
Arise! Oh Heart, from the citadels of hate
Listen not to the shrieking and howling behind
Drink from the goblet of conciliating love
And rejoice at the birth of a dawn with promises galore!
I down poison and sleep for days
trying to take the heart ache away
I swallow rasorblades to take the headaches away
but nothing matters its always the same
what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger
liar liar pants on fire!!!!
Overdosed and dieing
survived it and now paying with liver damage and internal bleeding
The car crash of the drunk driver
how relaxing
nail biting aftermath
and another reason to go out and party
for the celebration
of the alcoholic
who just took the life of his best friend
I'm the victom
I'm the victom
I'm the victom he says
but low and behold the survivors in the other vehicle
stronger than ever
all crippled and in wheel chairs
know that
they should really thank the drunk driver and condemn
all the hippocrits who know nothing of survival
so here i am
wishing to be more strong
why bother to exercise
they surely have it all wrong
why pay attention to science any way
all those cliches can tell you about apples and sunshine
but we know what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
so i think I'll cut off my leg
go play in traffic
or fight the wars by doing too much drugs
the place inside the fire can tell you
what doesn't kill you will only make you strong
A second lease on life
a new found reason to get up and go
and find god and praise life
and all the things i should have done
and all the newfound glorious reasons to cry
why oh why oh why oh why
thank you lord thank you Jesus
thank you wars thank you liars thank you lies
thank you doctors thank you poets
thank you psychologists
thank you preachers for truly understanding an age old cliche
I'll peel off this apple to keep the doctor away throw out the core
and know
if it doesn't kill me
I'm probably just weak
and after all the rehabilitation and speach therapy i still don't feel like me
NEIGHBOR’S TREE
Eye-catching in all seasons
They say talking to flowers helps them bloom resplendent
Yes resplendent that’s our neighbor’s tree
Perfectly shaped
So large so tall so wonderfully round
I talk to its crowd from afar like a garden festival of
Flowers
But no words are needed
And the house which it fronts –
Like a bitter thought of Camille Pissaro
So large so old so cold so rundown
One might see the paint peel off in a high wind
Might want to shoulder-up the sagging front porch
A haven for down-and-outers stray cats
Yet all is saved
The tree
In summer – like an umbrella
In spring – a billion chattering buds
In fall its brilliant red outstrips all the most lavish
services in His name
and when winter comes she yet offers hope
I have stood on every shoreline Earth could grow—
watched civilizations peel off like snakeskin,
hands red and raw, throwing words into the wind.
What was it, they asked, what was the answer?
This morning, I walked into a diner in Kansas,
found a cup of coffee that tasted like 1983,
and sipped the ghosts of a thousand endings.
People talk like birds now, high-pitched and fast,
forgetting their wings.
I remember sitting cross-legged in Greece,
listening to poets invent gods out of clay.
They believed the world was a fistful of stars
scattered by children before bedtime,
and that we were made to gather them.
This last time, I come unmasked—no silver suit,
no cryptic message carved in crop fields.
I leave no warnings of doom, no demands for change.
All I have is the echo that never leaves—
a glittering hope beneath the static.
The song that says:
There’s life, there’s life—up here, down there,
and somewhere between the lonely notes
of what could have been and what still waits.
I’ll take my place in the sky once more,
watch as you blink back, eyes wide,
and see what you’ve always been:
Starmen too.
Every one of you, already knowing the tune,
just trying to remember the words.
Ah my dear girl, how you show hidden treasure
In awesome and innocent ways
Small actions spark cold, thrilling pleasure
I pant at your power displays
Legs crossed to perfection, so cruelly they mock!
Lithe hands tug the cuff of blue jeans
Toes pointed slightly, you peel off your sock
Revealing your bare naked dream
Droplets of sea awaken from inside a dream
pouring painted thoughts onto this crumbled canvass
yellows wrap the base pulling me into you
whites and the blues float off into the distance
with the red sinking ever deeper and true
Brush away the indiscretion dripping from the west
round up the ashen tones of blush
dabbed in lunar specks of dust
cover the past as it attempts to bleed out
and in holly bough eyes spring affection
traced and trapped in a place looking back
peel off the glue holding me here for you
The Murray can be dangerous,
as the locals have worked out.
There has been some drowning's
plus a few close shaves about.
Some blame grog; some foolishness,
and a few don't seem to know,
but most folks that live along it,
reckon it's the undertow.
Teddy Miller often reckons,
here is where he found God,
by cleaning up the stream of carp,
and often dining on the cod.
He fishes where most fishermen
don’t rate his spot a mention,
but it’s perfect for this old bloke,
now that he's on the pension.
You see it’s beside the highway,
and a perfect picnic spot,
where the water looks inviting,
when the weathers fairly hot.
It’s on these days that Teddy hangs,
his coat across a fading sign,
and then he waits for victims,
to come near his fishing line.
A car drove in, parked on the bank
this sun drenched afternoon.
A shapely girl walked to the edge,
and Ted could see that soon,
he’d be watching her peel off her clothes
right down to her bikini.
So when she stepped into the water,
Ted's eyes were going goggly.
"Oye!" He yelled, "What are you doin?
You can't go in swimming here!"
The young lass turned her head around
and questioned Teddy’s fear.
"Look" Ted said, "This notice says,
as he removed his coat,
“There is danger of an undertow,
so I think you should take note”.
The young lady read the notice,
and then she thanked old Ted,
but after picking up her clothes,
she turned around and said
"You waited ‘til my clothes were off!"
A terse voice now expressing.
"Yeah, well,” grinned Ted “The sign
don't say nothin' 'bout undressing".
How many layers should you peel off an onion?
I often stomp in the salad
yes, until it is inedible
In confidence _ to risk
Trust must always lie with the bottom up
The gears are spinning
Call me naive
I believe ... until proven otherwise
The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes
“Hi princess, can I be of any assistance to get your jeans off
I can imagine it will be a challenge for you without some help”
Smiling and blushing the young lady pass her hands over her hips
Letting the young man imaginations run wild like wild stallions
The bus came and he let her go up ahead of him, like a gentleman
She went into the nearest seat, he sat beside her claiming his territory
“So, may I come home with you so we can discard this intrusion to your beauty?”
“Well, since you ask so nicely and you are such a gentleman, of course you may”
They got off at her stop and she led the way to her apartment’s door
His eyes never leaving her blue denim clad sexy voluptuous curves
What a treat I have tonight he thought, I will make her want me over and over
I will slowly peel off that tight blue jeans while kissing every inch of her
“Can I get you something to drink,” she ask. “Yes, may I have a cold beer please?”
He sips his beer, she her tonic wine, while they try to get more acquainted
With every word he says he draws closer, destroying the space between them
Finally he touches her, peeling the jeans away, the prize within his grasp
He is kissing her all over her face, lips and neck. Not looking from the face down
Suddenly he looked to where his hands were busy. Hello! He is thinking. Where
are all the curves?
What is this I am seeing? All the loose skin kept in by the tight blue sexy denim was
hanging
Things did fall apart, all pun intended, because the young man ran like the devil was
after him
About This Poem
It's In The Jeans
The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was as the Coca Cola bottle as the saying goes
“Hi princess, can I be of any assistance to get your jeans off
I can imagine it will be a challenge for you without some help”
Smiling and blushing the young lady pass her hands over her hips
Letting the young man imaginations run wild like wild stallions
The bus came and he let her go up ahead of him, like a gentleman
She went into the nearest seat, he sat beside her claiming his territory
“So, may I come home with you so we can discard this intrusion to your beauty?”
“Well, since you ask so nicely and you are such a gentleman, of course you may”
They got off at her stop and she led the way to her apartment’s door
His eyes never leaving her blue denim clad sexy voluptuous curves
What a treat I have tonight he thought, I will make her want me over and over
I will slowly peel off that tight blue jeans while kissing every inch of her
“Can I get you something to drink,” she ask. “Yes, may I have a cold beer please?”
He sips his beer, she her tonic wine, while they try to get more acquainted
With every word he says he draws closer, destroying the space between them
Finally he touches her, peeling the jeans away, the prize within his grasp
He is kissing her all over her face, lips and neck. Not looking from the face down
Suddenly he looked to where his hands were busy. Hello! He is thinking. Where
are all the curves?
What is this I am seeing? All the loose skin kept in by the tight blue sexy denim was
hanging
Things did fall apart, all pun intended, because the young man ran like the devil was
after him
Sweet memories bring me sighs
So many tears from our many goodbyes
Hey!!!!!!!! Those days life was new
Your ginger laughter filled the room
I feel the grief of our childhood
I curl beneath myself and sob
A cherry rope swings between the tree
Of summer nights on the beach
When the wind moaned up the hill
And you’d take me in your arms
And hand me such a big kiss
The sweet hugs meant just for me
Now we’re parting, leaving these walls
Where our laughs and tears forms the beats
The glitter of our many dreams spill and hunt these walls
So caged they refuse to fly away
It’d be a felony if the memoirs swayed
I bubble in the corners of your head
Ray dots that never change with time
So many promises I keep on hold
And as I say my last goodbye
And looking at the smiling sky
I know one day that all this sorrow
Will peel off before those teary eyes
That day we shall mend the past
Because it has always been a patent
You belong to my heart
By Liz Leppy
And here tonight I assumed
This would be just another one
of those average dinner parties
With a stream of boring associates and
their plus 1 partner or other
But wow
Hey you
Are so different from all the other's
Why I am so glad I bumped into you
and for you taking your time to introduce
yourself and engage with me in
conversation
Bacause you are so
Insightful
Engaging
Witty
Knowledgeable
&
Informative
I am so glad you came
Where have you been my entire life
I'll have to take your number down
So you can tell me so much more
about how I can be a better person and
how I could live a more fulfilled existence
And also again please as I am sure
you will begin by reminding me about
all of the charitable works you do and
endless causes you deficate your
spare time to
Because I especially loved and was
interested in your story about how
you have come up with a plan to
tackle climate change
Because I myself unlike you who is an
actual firm true believer in God and do
believe
I so to do also believe nature is beyond the
realms and out of humanities control
and remit
So once again may I say thank you for
coming and the pleasure of your company
and forthright opinion
As who on earth wouldn't thoroughly
love having welcoming you a guest
into our home
Having to spend a night for fear being
thought of as inhospitable lacking
manners and appearing rude
Wouldn't then enjoy appreciate and want
to to be lectured to about and have
pointed out all the countless thing's
they are going and doing wrong
By all accounts no 1 else but
themselves has anything good
to say about
And never actually got or anyone
invited in the 1st place and the only
reason they are here is because
They have no qualms Inviting themselves
as do they have expressing and imposing
their own personal uninvited opinion on
other's
And did they also forget to mention they
are also vegan meat is murder rude
to serve and eat in the presence of them
Smoke kill's and and if you want to do
it kindly go outside
And do you know just how much damage
Alcohol causes then peel off random
statistics
So many fun facts
I choose elective surgery.
Yes, that will do the trick.
Make my inside match my outside
so I'm no longer sick.
First, I'll take my heart out,
remove it from my chest,
scrub away the pain of you,
but choose to leave the rest.
Then I'll pluck my eyeballs,
right out of my skull
filter them with shades of rose
so life won't be so dull.
Then I'll saw my head off
so I can see my brain.
I'll sanitize it thoroughly,
so no sad thought remains.
I'll sandpaper my lips down
until they've lost your kiss.
With no sense memory remaining
there'll be nothing left to miss.
But then I must peel off
every single fingertip,
if I'm to lose the feeling
of touching your soft lips.
I will plug my ears with tar,
so I can't hear your song.
And as my head grows heavy,
it's destined to grow strong.
Now I must plug my nose
so I can't be deceived
into thinking you are near
when at long last I am freed.
And I elect to cut
my tongue out of my head
so I'll no longer crave
the taste of things unsaid.
And once I've cleared my senses
of their memories of you,
I'll look into the mirror
and see my work is through.
But wait, something has happened!
I don't know what that is.
It appears something is missing,
for it needs a soul to live.