Best Pile Up Poems
Notus comes creeping furtively from the south
hot and bothered from the blazing summer sun.
The wind of change...concealed it launches sudden storms
as clouds pile up across the sky, dark and towering,
lightning flashes, thunder drawls, torrential rain descends;
rivers swell to bursting point; fields are swamped, crops destroyed.
Then once again he sneaks away, planning his next move.
His neighbour, Eurus, wants to show he’s no less able.
Bearing his inverted earthen vase he goes along
clumsy in gait and spilling water on dry soil.
His forays from the east tend to be unlucky.
Autumn fades with a sigh on Aura’s gentle wings
as ice-cold winter rushes in impatiently
from northern frozen lands to take its place
goaded by the domineering force of Boreas
who moves ahead with strong, intense authority,
his violent temper uncontrolled. Despite his age
he pushes his galloping stallion to the limit
riding forth relentlessly, cloak billowing behind,
his white beard curled; shaggy hair spiked and frosted.
Roaring, across the land he speeds with utmost haste,
a sacred conch shell grasped firmly in steely hand;
tremendous power he exerts and blows aloud
while humans cower in dark caverns, shivering.
They know his moods and fear his devastating wrath.
In their minds, princess Oreithyia’s forced abduction,
rape, and carnal satisfaction are still fresh.
They yearn for winter’s bitter ally to move on
so that the gentle Zephyr enters from the west
bringing with him rainbows and showers of spring,
calm serenity, greenery, flowers, shades and hues,
romantic feelings, fiery passion and intense love.
Ultimately, all four have to heed and appease
King Aeolus, firm ruler and keeper of the winds.
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*Aura = breeze goddess
*Oreithyia = mountain Nymph
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18th December 2014
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd
I like to exercise my mind, but how I hate to work.
Whatever needs exertion is the action that I shirk.
Labor with the brain is fine. I do it all the time.
How I love to sit and read or think of words that rhyme.
But send me to the bathroom with a brush so that I'll scrub,
and I'll barely rub the ring off. Then I'll lie there in the tub.
Peek inside; you'll find me, a novel in one hand,
resting as I'm soaking in my own little Bubble Land.
Clean the oven? What a joke. The most that I can stand
is loading up the wash machine (a task that's merely bland).
Maybe run the vacuum once a week across the floor,
and quickly dab where dust is bad; most stuff I ignore.
As my jobs all pile up, housework's even more a chore.
Why must work that's physical be such a dreadful bore?
My well-ingrained aversion to utilizing muscle
does have one exception: at the gym I like to hustle.
To kick box is so fun although it makes me sweaty.
Step and dance are choreographed. For those I'm always ready.
But I wish that just as quickly as from running on a tread
I could burn up calories doing workouts in my head!
In a small café, customers stream through the door. I jot down orders that pile up as I wonder what’s happening in the back kitchen. The patrons are looking more and more displeased. I scurry table to table filling glasses running endlessly dry and simultaneously noticing the increasing number of empty napkin holders. Where’s the manager? Why is there nobody here but me? The order slips are almost gone. And now plates of food begin appearing in the back so quickly that I cannot recall to which table each one goes. I’m running and running, the proverbial dumb chicken but with its head still attached and throbbing! I hear the clamor of “Where’s our meal?” and more people keep entering through the door.
Now I find myself in a plain white-walled classroom of my school. The clock on the wall ticks on and on as students trickle through the door. Students sit staring as I search a pile of papers for the attendance sheet. The papers fall and I just know my lesson plan is lost among the scattered sheets. I bend to pick them up and my brain is a fog. What am I to teach? I sift through the disarray as ticking seconds become minutes, and a silence pierces me as I view the stony faces before me. I try to mouth words, but they simply won’t come. I can almost feel the fidgeting of the students as my upper lip begins to twitch. I know they are thinking me an imbecile. As I stand dumb stricken, time is fleeing, and more students are entering the room. . . . .
I awaken to the loud incessant ticking of the clock beside my bed. I’ll rise to greet my day, get into my car and meld with a stream of other people driving to their everyday jobs. There will be days that I encounter the cheerless or dissatisfied faces of strangers or even of family and friends. There will be times that I hasten frantically, feeling all is futile as bills pile up or work overwhelms me, and there are sure to be times when I will feel at an utter loss as I live vicariously the nightmarish woes which sometimes my husband must confront. How grateful I am for ordinary days whose hours of normalcy are heaven compared to the mind boggling misery endured throughout this world. And how thankful I am for ordinary days that greatly outnumber a few awful dreams!
When the lights
start to dim
because the sun
is going down.
When things
that used
to make you smile
are now things
that make you frown!
When troubles
start to become
the usual order of the days-
Remember.....
When Jesus ascended
to be with our LORD,
He said....
"I AM....With You Always!"
When up
starts to look like down
and inside
starts looking out.
When all
of your time is spent
in needless worry,
and needless self doubt!
When an uplifted Spirit
could be just what you need
to feel raised-
Remember....
When Jesus ascended
to be with our LORD,
He said....
"I AM....With You Always!"
When everything
that was going right
suddenly
starts to go wrong.
When all you hear
day in and day out
is one unhappy sad song!
When everyone around you
starts to leave...
and no one stays-
Remember....
When Jesus ascended
to be with our LORD,
He said....
"I AM....With You Always!"
When all of these things
start to pile up,
and heavy becomes the load!
When life's
a dramatic soap opera-
episode after episode!!!
BELIEVE!.....
in these words
and I promise you,
you WILL start
to have better days,
Remember....
When Jesus ascended
to be with our LORD,
He said....
"I AM....With You Always!"
Poet Destroyer vs. James Gareth
Are you done taking your nap?
I read a few of your poems
You got it wrong, they are not crap
First I want to thank you, for the extra lap
Glad, I inspired another slam out of you
I'm not ready to toss in the cap
It takes a bigger plot to get me upset
Your ego fell into my poetic trap
While you came out of the closet,
wearing M.C. Hammer pants
Your headstone now reads "You lost it!"
The vulture's on your body tap, tap, tap!
On your corpse, they pile up their crap
"Sorry!" I zapped you with my taser gun,
zap, zap, zap!
That's what you got for raising your pen.
You hit me with words, like a gypsy queen
Don't want to be enemies, nor friend.
You say I am sweet like a flower.
No magic cure, no poetic power.
I can be as sweet as they come.
If by any chance you are the jealous one.
I'll tell you what,
does it matter if I kiss the ladies butt?
It's not your fault you are not hot.
I'll wait for you to leave the kitchen,
The heat in here is what you don't get.
Hang up your gloves, put away your pen.
Your words of yesterday, slowly rot.
I will take your Hakius.
Release them like creatures.
They sound like insults to Mother Nature.
What if? I turned over a new leaf
Will you stop saying, I'm the crooked police!
I will no longer be an investigator.
I have no need to destroy you.
I have no force like Darth Vader.
I'm kind of getting bored of this
I will read you later alligator.
"I'll be back!"
As The Terminator once said
(FUN) No feelings were hurt in the making.
If you are following
(read poem by JAMES GARETH--To the POET Destroyer)
I remember summers past in the south
and the sultry heat.
Iced tea and back porch confessions.
Making time with that first love.
The swing underneath that old tree.
The radio playing softley in the background.
Thoose ways have long since died.
Replaced by a breakneck pace.
As were all to willing to forsake a conversation between
two human beings.
It's all about one night stands and bragging rights.
It's like comparing velvet to burlap.
All harsh no mystery.
Where people would rather surf the internet
than ocean.
The passion of the kiss.
Is but a dinosaur that people
view as some old silent film.
A blanket underneath the stars
Has been replaced by a encounter in a
bathroom stall.
Upward we advance as deeper we sink within the
mud.
As the poet reflects ink drying
in he pen.
I recall thoose times so very slow.
To this sudden stand still.
Like a pile up on the interstate.
I no longer live I wait.
But the sunset still haunts me.
Along with the scent of the salt filled air.
that tree's swing does no longer stand.
As in dust and memories it's been taken with
the wind.
The road echos of another time.
For all that was free and wild.
Is slowley vanishing.
As we blindly advance.
I'll sit and watch the tide.
And be happy to be left behind.
Make someone happy
Smile Smile Smile
Make the world better
Smile Smile Smile
Troubles are a plenty
Sorrows we got a few
Problems always pile up
Worries dampen any mood
Too easy to give in
Too simple to give up
If the cup is half empty
A smile can fill that cup
Smile for there is love
Smile for people care
Smile for happiness
Smiles are meant to share
When the world gets you down
The only way is up
Smile Smile Smile
Make the world a little bit better
Start and let fun begin
For when your smiling
That is how happiness begins
The Queen of the Screw Up's! That would be me!
I wear that crown With the greatest of ease!
So, bow down people, show some respect.
To the most majestic screw up, you will never forget.
I screw up everything, that is ample.
Take my bank account, for example
In the negative it always stays.
I screw that up everyday.
Bills pile up they never get paid
Ignoring them wishing they would go away
Electricity, water, credit card statements pile up in a high-rise
My credit score is lower than my shoe size
Relationships are destroyed and broken,
leaving with no apologies spoken.
It’s not easy being queen, I had to earn that crown,
and I don’t plan on stepping down.
So, All hail her royal Highness and kneel before me,
who screws things up to the third degree .
Date:03/03/2019
Contest Name: Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Governments
Governments seem here to stay
With the public's money they waste away
On useless things that do the people no good
Get rid of governments I think we should.
We work and toil on our lands
While they take our money from our hands
A land of opportunity for some
A worker's work is never fun.
We try to build our homes to live
While governments drain us like a sieve
Debt they seem to pile up instead
With financial problems over our heads.
Our governments should look after us
Instead they treat us with disgust
Why do we have to put up with them
Those governments created by men.
My poems are simple
Composed of simple words
Understood by simple minds
Because I have the same kind.
I do try to read other poems
But often can’t find the rhyme
Missing the meaning somewhere
Pulling out my hair (if there was any left there).
They must be very good
Others seem to rant and rave
I wish I understood
Artistry of which I crave.
Sometimes sentences run on and on
I can’t tell where one stops and another starts
Adjectives pile up on one another
Beautiful words indeed, but my mind they simply smother.
I am a simple man
I do the best I can
I like to rhyme my words
To some it seems absurd.
I am expanding my mind
Replying to others in kind
Enjoying many, I will admit
Others, half-way done I quit.
I think I’m out of my league
I thank you for humoring me
It’s a passion I cannot leave
I’m a poet – or, so I believe.
If I can drive, I do not walk.
I no more write letters; by cell phone I talk.
I sometimes hide dirt under the rug.
Most things in my house I do not unplug.
I like my clothing permanent pressed,
and I go to bed sometimes not undressed.
Fun things I do most of the day
by putting things off so I can play.
Dishes pile up inside my sink.
I take out the garbage when it starts to stink.
Chores can wait till the house drives me crazy.
I do all these things
just because . . .
I am lazy.
Some say I'm a daydreamer
Someday, I will get better; whatever weather...
Someday, I will be...with you forever
Some say never, but never say never
I've been drifting like a feather in the sky these days
I've been wandering in many ways…
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
What can I say?
I want you, I pray…
Hello to the sorrow in my soul, in my sad soul
Goodbye to tomorrow, for yesterday takes it toll
Strong feelings bury me alive and pile up in my bewildered brain
Lost my train of thought and I feel like I'm in so much pain
Made sense to me that you are gone
Who knew that you'd be moving on
You've given me a thousand reasons to give up all along
But, I'll give you a thousand more to prove you wrong
Some say I'm a hopeless singer, a lost believer
Someday, I'll bring you positivity, I'm sure
Someday, these hardships I will endure
Some say whatever, but I am a fighter
I've been drifting like a feather in the sky these days
I've been wandering in many ways…
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
What can I say?
I want you, I pray…
Hello to the sorrow in my soul, in my sad soul
Goodbye to tomorrow, for yesterday takes it toll
Strong feelings bury me alive and pile up in my bewildered brain
Lost my train of thought and I feel like I'm in so much pain
Made sense to me that you are gone
Who knew that you'd be moving on
You've given me a thousand reasons to give up all along
But, I'll give you a thousand more to prove you wrong
You've given me a thousand reasons
To float gaily like a feather in this freezing weather
You've given me a thousand seasons
To flourish like a fervent flower and be a butterfly aflutter
I sway today, today
My wings go astray
I've been drifting away
As you wait for me on the bay
As you find me before I go…I pray...
Before you go, can you go with me? Can I go with you?
I hope you know that, without you, I'm a beach sky-blue
They come easy on the tongue
They silence an inquisitive child
A scared daughter or a curious son
But they start to grow like nature in the wild
Small lies are easy to churn out
How many of them have been fed into phone lines?
But the lies eventually run out
When the pile up, collide and pin the truth like crossed lines
Lies about where you are at
Don’t know that you can’t be in two places at once
Lies about who you are with
Don’t know the world has a million eyes
Lies need more lies to hold up
Lies breed more lies till the fall apart
As the trustworthy become treacherous
Small lies age into empty promises
Speaking quite frankly, I must say,
The burden of time grows heavier each day.
Reason stares cruelly, but I can only view blankly.
Growing angrier, shortsighted, and cranky.
In the past three hundred and sixty-five days,
Each moment seems to bestow the weight that stays.
Tasks pile up, deadlines loom,
Tick-tock of the clock as impending doom.
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months,
And before I realize it, another year confronts.
I cannot escape it, no matter how I try.
The burden of time only multiplies.
My youth is long gone, never to return.
Anile age creeps in, and I start to yearn.
For the days when time seemed to fly by,
When life was simple, I didn't need to try.
But now, with each passing moment, I feel the strain.
The weight of my responsibilities drives me insane.
Red,white, and blue are the colors that represent our flag.
People honor our country by saying the pledge.
As time goes by, laws change and taxes get higher.
We start to get mad and frustrated at the government as bills pile up and our money starts going.
We try to hang in there and help America out by voting.
For we are good citizens even when the country doesn't always treat us like one.
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