Best Plee Poems
Question over question and not one answer
Everything around seems like a blurr
My feelings are gone and nerves not working
The shadows of my past are always lurking
No one really values my life
I can see a mosaic knife
Wanting to take it
Needing to break it
There is nothing left for me
As I start to beg and plee
Nothing here and nothing there
I've collapsed on my knees
Nothing to hear but my horror filled screams...
Categories:
plee, death, depression, loss, sad
Form:
Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
our voyage's end seems to be on the brink,
alas a RAIDERS ship now turns to a mild drink,
"captain" a voice at my cabin door screams out,
as I reach from my sward and stand firmly stout,
" our ship lyes in the thickest of fog and without,"
if I listen to the words they are words of doubt,
I steady my hand with a drink and my fate as well
I open the door and the a crushing angry sea I smell,
one step out and calm my ship sits still and without yells,
looking into the eyes of the broken I see withered shells,
how could this be this is my ship and it escaped me,
a tyrant in my days of old I sit calm speechless as a tree,
no mutiny no sabotage only a crew unwilling to hear my plee,
a ship over run by blind servants and disregard for my decree,
the ski clears as the seas water turns blue,
a smile from faces as if waiting for an accrue,
a dead mans ships drifts on waters and starts anew,
my body plunges into the sea and even at my death I knew,
the soul tamed by ones lovers kiss has no purpose,
a mans word floats unheard willingly disregard and missed,
and a captain can only rule until another strips him of his ship,
now forgotten and gone this ship floats lost and unequipped.
Categories:
plee, imagination, life, people, words,
Form:
Free verse
The tale Tchaikovsky wove that day
Lives on and on upon a stage
Spun by pirouettes ...and plie's
An epic story of love conveyed
Through the beauty of ballet
Prince Siegfried and his Queen Odette
Who gave their lives without regret
To live forever bound together
As beautiful birds of a feather
As two swans upon a lake
Author: Elaine C. George
Authors note: Plie' is a french word
pronounced Plee ay
Categories:
plee, tribute,
Form:
Rhyme
PTSD
P Pain pistols punishment for public pissings. Please pay attention to my plee for peaceful pleasure. My painful playfulness turns to rage when police pull me over for swerving peacefully in and out of traffic the P did this to me.
T Tragic thoughts, traumatic brain injuries I receive for my country's to be free. As I sleep I See trees with Tyranchalers chasing after me I Wake up to breath then I go pee thought the window I see the tree , all **** it's time for a drink or a hit the T did that to me.
S Sodamy, I am a sex fene it's the trill of the hunt, the silence of the stunt. Server mental illness takes over me, stress from the drugs and drinking still starves me. Strain on my family u see sex drug rock and roll is what I need or may another WAR!! The S did that to me.
D DEVILISH distorted dreamS I have and see my new enemy is society.
Categories:
plee, dark,
Form:
ABC
(Jingle Bells Tune)
Dashing through the trees
With squashed bugs on my knees
I cannot wait to go
To the bathroom in the snow
So many stupid kids
Ignore their great parents
And do what they were told not to do
Which was eat the yellow snow.
Ding ding dong.
Ding ding dong.
Running to French Woods.
Catch some air
Change your underwear
We got a way to go-ho
Plat plat plee
Plat plat plee
Welcome to French Woods
Catch a breeze
And would you please
Stop eating the yellow snow.
Categories:
plee, funnyyellow,
Form:
Lyric
(French terms to know: arabesque (ar-a-besk) stand on one leg, other leg extended back
with knee straight, arms out; pirouette (peer-oo-et) a full turn of the body on the top of
the toe or the ball of the foot; releve' (rel-vay) rise up from the whole foot onto the
ball of the foot; demi plie' (dem-ee plee-ay) half bend of the knees; port de bras
(por-de-bra) continual movement of the arms through a series of positions; fouette
(foo-ay-tay) series of turns on one leg, the other leg extending rapidly to side and
whipping around body; glissade (glee-sade) a connecting sliding step
When corrals turn to mush
and all dirt roads are slush,
springtime has arrived at our place.
The challenge begins
since I'm sans webs or fins
to walk outside with upright grace.
I don my galoshes
and cov'ralls that washes
to feed stock that wait in the lots.
By the time I return
I will honestly earn
my decor of brown and green spots.
As I step in the slop,
my galoshes do flop,
as ankle-deep mud gets a grip.
In slow forward motion
I ease through this potion,
resisting the muck's pull to slip.
I feed several hay bales
and balance two grain pails,
while working my way through the soup.
But before I am through
I'll lose one boot or two
from suction of that muddy goop.
THWOOP!
My foot's poised in the air
as I (gasp) balance up there.
I execute an arabesque,
a slow pirouette
so I shan't get all wet.
What I need is a chair or a desk!
My predicament here
since my boot is so near
is to turn it around in the slop.
My balance must hold
while my foot's in this mold
and fearing my body will drop.
A controlled releve'
and demi plie'
are more than my posture can stand.
A wild port de bras
while I desperately claw
finds me catching the ground with my hand.
I snap a fouette'
and turn the other way.
I manage a slippery glissade.
For it's not every day
you see Muck Dance Ballet--
just when ankle deep mud makes you wade.
Copyright Terry Henderson
terryhenderson.net
Categories:
plee, cowboy-western, funny, nature, work,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
A voice from a distance. From lands far away. Giving purpose to my day and hope to my dreams. She calls from hidden windows in a landscape unseen. Her words paint a tapestry of feelings thoughts reflected in thy memory. My conscious is swimming with the delight of her charm. A fair maiden this woman be. Giving compassion to those in need and kindness to the hardened. Her heart knows no bounds. She is the light of beauty. A phoenix to the one that is all. Rebirthing and instilling the love we forget. I rise from her ashes. A crowning ruby in a delirious kiss of gratitude for what can be. If only thy soul knew such a masterpiece. A word I have not heard but a message I hear. A lesson to listen to. Where did the gods devise such a plan as this. The tree gives way to the river and the stars burn out and fade but her wisdom is eternal. She is a queen. The moon cry's a crystaline sphere of rainbowed haze haloed about her head. And she shines with a billiance and envious is the sun. Bestill the heart of mother earth and listen to her plee. Serenity now and silence the ravenous mind. For she speaks. And time hangs on her every word. Her friendship is near despite the distance and for this I am truely thankful.
Categories:
plee, friendship, heart, giving, heart,
Form:
Blank verse
Can you imagine,
Death on a cross?
Nailed to the crossbeam,
All your blood loss!
Your body gets heavy,
Pulling at your hands.
Every skeletal muscle,
Stretching like rubberbands.
The weight of your body,
Becomes too heavy to bear.
You cringe with pain,
As your wounds start to tear.
The suns hot rays,
Just beating you down.
Can't get any relief,
Skin just burning brown.
Left there to die,
For all to see.
"Please God let it end!"
Is your breathless plee.
Your strength is gone,
Nothing more to give.
The sweat and blood drips,
Like sand through a sieve.
After you have died,
The crowd will soon go.
Your body is taken down,
Covered with cloths head to toe.
God sent His Son,
To die in this way.
Bringing Him back to life,
He did rise the third day!
He appeared to many,
So they could see.
He had overcome death,
From the grave, been set free!
This was God's plan,
For the forgiveness of our sins.
We must claim Jesus as Lord,
Then the salvation process begins.
As you grow in Jesus,
The Holy Spirit will fill you.
Each day you'll see changes,
As your life is made new.
Soon we'll see God's promise,
Of love, mercy, and grace.
And one day ascend to heaven,
Welcomed home to His smiling face!
Categories:
plee, death, faith, forgiveness, history,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
She lay there weeping, pouring her heart out. "Nothing ever goes my way, Not tommorrow, not today. I am in a world where I am not loved. I don't even love myself. I can't get anyone to listen. But listen... It's too much, Can't you see that I'm hurting, these tears spurting right through my eyes. Why? Why does this happen, and only happen to me? Please hear my plee. I'm going through a lot. The thought... well no wait.. I thought you cared. Oh my gosh! This is exactly what I feared. Lonlieness. I can't do this, where can I find hope and bliss. Love to dismiss.. the.. It doesn't matter does it? Happiness? Oh that doesn't exist. I'm hated, you could have waited... Right? It is all your fault, I have no faults. I did nothing, Your the blame, damsel? I'm in distress, yes because I can't count on nobody. Not even you, I should though. whoa.. overeacting.. I never do that. You know what? Forget it, I'll be fine, just go. Let me suffer although, when you needed.. I was there.." and just like that I fell victim to a victim.
Categories:
plee, sympathy, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
if you could save a life
would you give yours, die twice
or seek the common sacrifice
within his eyes
i put stride in my fears
and walked my tears away
if i could recount the years today
amongst my peers i'm here to say
address your bed, your whereabouts
and the mirrors from which you lay
There's no heaven above me
But you want to seek love
And tell me to lead the doomed
Pray upon salt castles
And clay statues
Remain humble with stones
Veering at you
on bending knee
you send a plee
do rekindle me
Set me apart
from windows, free
only to pay
a widows fee
Scars are tattoos
That remind us
What not to do
Where not to go
Have I
Forgotten you?
I rest my thoughts
Where they don't lay
If i could rise equivilently
To an average monday
That would be life
According to what some say
When nightmares become reality
Angels cry
Where shadows hide
They tear at the thought
of disclosing immortality
the same as the posture
of an adolescent in high fidelity
if you could save a life
would you give yours, die twice
or seek the common sacrifice
within his eyes
Categories:
plee, hope, life, music, song-timelife,
Form:
Free verse
when our lips locked, i lost the keys
floating on a sea following a breeze
holding onto whispers minding only she
raising more than questions, fleeting hearts will flee
flowers almost blooming, bleeding for a we
games not the challenge, its ideals and how to be
honest and uncertain, premise setting free
tethered to a feeling, flying for a fee
my secret not a secret, both of us agree
where I was going, I didn't want to leave
breaking any promise the hardest to believe
risking all or nothing, the largest risk I see
shifting on my feet, I didn't make a plee
I drifted down the river, with no one chasing me
Still in this position, not a thing achieved
what I had expected, came with no relief
if I love her than I should let her breathe
dare I hold my breath, I'm falling as some leaves
changes with the wind, blew a heart off my sleeves
blue is just a color, not the hue when happily
we happen to cross pathes in my memories
walking through a park, songs around three
sunflowers and kisses, hit me sleepily
waiting until sunrise, never counting sheep
when i learned your name, my strings played symphonies
closing all the distance means more than sex in dreams
for that short complication, is complimentary
because Im complicated, you make the greatest company
even if you run and hide, im scared to go and seek
take it as we go along, we have infinity
Categories:
plee, dedication, lost love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
moving into the night, i saw such a great sight
lifting my head to plee, what has been done to me
before i knew it, i was being held
by men of night, i couldn't yell
and just so quickly the grip breaks free, to see a gun pointing straight at me,
but how,who,and why
listen to the night
it whispers things, you don't want to hear
like your death being yelled in your ear
Categories:
plee, mystery
Form:
~Thy Will Is Selfish~
The Ending Will Be Good Fortune to Thee, Yet
My Insanity Is What Awakened In Me, to Do Thy Bidding
To Bring thyn Will to An End for thee, Thymn Not Contridict thee,
But Bring thyn Insanity to an End, To if Rightly I Begin With
All Which is in Me, Not foresaken by thee, I Will bring
Thee to An End Gracefully, but to love in thyn, thee, Will End thee
Disasterly, Is it Selfishness, Is it the Wrong Plee, to
What thing is We See Together Happening before thyn Eyes
for thee, I see thee, I saw thy, I Wonder for thee but
for this, Not Selfishness & Why, Why?
Can I bring an End To Thee for this Selfishness
Or Will thy Selfishness End thee, Can I Comfort thee, Or
Must I destroy Thy, through temptation for thy, but What
Would Thy be Selfishlly if for thy do thee?
I Will Die for thee, For that is my Answer,
I Will Die for Thee, Without Answer, I Will See
Thee Unfold Beautifully, & for Thyn, Wish thyn Not Insanity,
But Thy Will of Selfishness Be done for of thee before
My Will of thym For thy Will is
Selfish.
Categories:
plee, self,
Form:
Blank verse
You come to me and say that you don’t care,
but you know I won’t believe a single word.
The more you say you hate me everywhere,
the more I say I love you like a bird.
So free from what makes us feel so tied,
Its wings take me to this strange sky.
Where you come and repeat you never mind,
about what I feel and even if I die.
But even knowing you despise me,
the way not even a beggar would be,
My love will remain no matter what.
You give your back to all the love I plee,
the love no one will ever bring to thee,
not even the way I give you it a lot.
Categories:
plee, loveme, love, me, i
Form:
Sonnet
Glaring signs of a distinct curse
Lies a boy, whose life is tortured by strings
He wished it were guitar strings
At least, the girls, he would get
But all he got were gills, Artificial gills!!
Living a lie, he was born to know
Of this curse lying deep within his chambers
He has read, or so he thought
Of survivors of this growing curse
A curse which let drops fall down his cheeks
Drops of hairs, dark pale hairs
If only He knew the cause of this curse
Why it had chosen him
Born a twin, dying a twig
A twig, void of its former glory
Tortured by his image, He wished He was blind
Tortured by this pain, He wished to feel no more
Oh Lord! listen to my words I plee
"I think you are somewhere in beyond the sun
I heard for every being you create, it is for a cause
Or maybe, it is for a curse, that's all my life has been
Oh Lord! if I am for a cause, clear me of this curse"
But Meanwhile,I fight on!.
Categories:
plee, cancer,
Form:
Free verse