Best Postponing Poems
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
Categories:
postponing, funnywinter, winter,
Form:
Limerick
to ask to be forgiven
and to truly forgive,
to make amends,
to soothe hurts with a vow,
the most opportune time,
my friend, is now;
instantly we hate,
cautiously we love,
belatedly we miss
and long for the one
who has been unloved
now dead and gone;
postponing kindness,
hesitantly, we wait,
tomorrow, as always,
comes too late,
the undertaker knows
the tears, the date.
Categories:
postponing, forgiveness, life, love,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
"On the rocks?", the bartender called,
As I asked for a double Scotch,
To revive my spirits keel-hauled.
By my sleepy shift on night-watch.
On the rocks the liquid gold poured
Making the cold hard ice cubes clink.
Drowner of sorrows, now on board,
Dismay was dragged back from the brink.
On the rocks the ship did flounder
With no stormy tempest in sight,
With watch asleep, the rocks found her,
Not at night, but in broad daylight.
On the rocks now, the storms will rage,
Mercilessly blasting their might,
Building seas, to roaring rampage,
Defying quaffs to set things right.
On the rocks, becalmed distraction
Leaves sails flapping, wanting a breeze
Postponing the need for action,
To get relief and be at ease.
On the rocks, cold as cubes of ice,
Enticing Scotch will not suffice.
Categories:
postponing, depression, drink,
Form:
Rhyme
It needn't be done right away
It needn't be started today.
I'm not in a hurry,
there's no need to scurry;
postponing most tasks is okay.
"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."
-Mark Twain
June 19, 2015
Categories:
postponing, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Palm Sunday
Shopping and hawking,
purchasing and vending their wares;
the observant noticed;
the indifferent paid no mind;
the powerful perturbed by all the noise
make their way to confront
and charge the man
some call anointed.
Loud and raucous singing
disturbs the quiet of the status quo.
Those who should be seen and not heard
are making the utmost clamor;
appreciated by some;
angering others
insisting they turn the volume down.
Boulders will sing
while trees will give their branches
to welcome the mighty
if the lowliest of participants
are muzzled by the powerful,
but they sing in applause;
an affront to the self-made mighty.
Shaking off the winter greys and
waving springtime green,
a shout welcomes the anointed one.
Thrown off fashion lines the path
covering eager rocks
postponing the clearing of their throats.
Join the cavalcade
and raise the benediction;
awaken the sleeping alleluias
and the slumbering hosannas.
Join the lowest of the low
and applaud the highest of the high.
But beware,
the shoppers are eager to buy,
even if the cost is high.
And the hawkers are ready
to sell their merchandise.
Categories:
postponing, easter, faith, holiday, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
Suicidal thoughts often flashed across my mind.
I might have lived and died million times.
I searched for the way to reach suicidal point
Short cut, long cut any cut to reach.
But I couldn't get one
So I just postponed it for an hour.
My thoughts went on traveling too far
But it hanged between
If, that and this.
What will happen after this?
So I went on postponing
For days, months and years.
If I announce,
I will be self imprisoned
With charges of penalty and some punishment maybe,
For keeping such thoughts with me.
It's just illegal and burnt of shame just adds another one.
If I bring into action and I am dead
I will be just buried down dead with few tears shed.
If alive after all these stunts
A severe punishment on self
And I may come into the notice of many
Ashamed and chopped I will
Be whoever sees me!
It's as good as being buried alive.
For time being everything stands Postponed.
Though the topic is too harsh and rough,
Based on reality.
Such things happens when one looses control on self.
Be in a light mood while reading this poem
As you may also love
And I request you to postponed
If such thoughts you are keeping in your mind.
Postpone it for sometime!
Just see you may find another way out
As some minute changes in our life
Can bring a lot of difference in our thoughts
I know its just easy to spell be positive
Just postpone it for time being for you aren't going to loose anything
As the life is too valuable and precious which can never be reverted back
Once dead.
Just wait and watch patiently.
Sure a sun will rise in your way as it did for me too.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
Geetha Jayakumar.
Categories:
postponing, suicide,
Form:
Verse
Like a blanket spring has arrived , cozy and warm , with the suns first rays
Fresh in the knowing of twilights dying day,
Couples stroll easily along the narrow deserted streets
In the cool evenings of soft clear air ,they often meet
Nodding and saying hello, living the small town fare
Chirping back and forth, birds echo loudly through the soft spring air
The last activity of their busy day and off they go to their sleepy lair
Watching the crystal sunsets , the fair skies with its quick fade into orange and red
between light and dark kids make their appearance to play in the street ,
in the yard or behind the bushes postponing time for bed
Their games of excitement and stealth ,like tag or hide and go seek
Their shouts and laughter heard once again in the warm air and fading lights
Twilight beckons in the soft spring air as it softens day into night
That magical moment that is so rare
The end of the day, beginning that certain time
When harsh reality softens to misty light
As day draws imperceptibly into night
Marked by quiet moments when peace and contentment feels right
Categories:
postponing, nature, day, night, spring,
Form:
Free verse
CHRISTMAS is coming
It’s on its way,
Good things were riding,
On SANTA'S sleigh,
Happiness was loaded,
In a drunken dispute,
Cops pulled him over,
His limit was full,
Grounded and jailed,
Compounding the sleigh,
ELVES told Santa Claus,
Postponing the day,
No! JINGLE BELLS,
What the hell
No! Ho, ho’s,
How can the grotto tell,
They won’t live it down,
TOYS have to get through,
No time to waste!
WINTERS FAIRYLAND in its fate,
CLAUS’ reputation was on the line,
Could they get to the SLED in time,
A breakout was staged,
Distraction arranged!
A reindeer stampede,
All agreed,
We’ll create a show,
Even FROSTY THE SNOWMAN,
Wanted to go,
They traveled along,
Cheery in song,
The world was a wait,
Lights all aglow,
TRIMMINGS were swinging,
But will they succeed,
And how will we know,
Wait for the Christmas
And then you’ll know.
27/11/2016
For contest sponsor
Eve Roper
Categories:
postponing, poems,
Form:
Personification
All those times you tried so hard to
bury your demons once again,
and all the times you failed.
Always on the ledge just postponing
the inevitable and...
-dying to give up.
The apprehension of yesterday
brought dictated remorse for
tomorrow.
It all happened so fast-
Too fast to remember, yet too
slow to forget.
Shadows creep and I can't sleep
as I fear for the worst.
You trying.
You crying
You dying.
And now, here I sit face down, head in
my knees, with eyes too wet to cry.
There was glass under my toes, and
water down my throat,
drowning and bleeding too nervous to
show my true emotional sensitivity-
For your emptiness had been filled with
regretted pictures of days gone by,
while my psyche had filled with shadowed
anticipation-
Waiting for your afflicted misery being
accompanied by desires to fight or give
up in vain.
Anxiety of waiting for phone calls
at night-
Nightmares about what you'd try to do to
hurt yourself one more time...
and how you would finally end it all.
I tried putting myself in your shoes, but it
never mattered, I still died in the end-
Full of fear and apprehension, like you, just
-dying to give up.
Fear Contest
November 1, 2015
Categories:
postponing, depression, emotions, fear, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Warm sensations of thermals rising, wings of prey
effortlessly floating, dancing with glee
bald eagles souring diving for there prey
scurrying small prey postponing there stay
ominous murky waters creeping with rise with no delay
white men driving white Chevy trucks survey, appraise
up river waters high still climbing in dismay
pioneer earthen levee's resolute and staid
organizing sand bags with volunteers, portrays
hoping low's to surrender for sun filled high's to stay
awaiting for tide to shrink the bay's
serene, peaceful flow of smooth tranquil swirling too the Sea.
Categories:
postponing, adventure, beach, beauty, bird,
Form:
Rhyme
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
Categories:
postponing, dark, death, deep, life,
Form:
Rhyme
These kids talk comedy like comics getting banned from Comic Con/ Deferral, denial/ Gone viral like vinyl/ Going platinum/ He's golden/ Native of narrative town/ She gets around/ Like a disc she gets dissed/ Here's that disorder you ordered/ that they'll use to market the market and mark it in marker the colour of blonde/ She gets a bad name that rhymes with the band name/ Such a bland name/ like her brand name/ dressed like a peacock/ He's cocky/ She's so tall like a tall tale/ a tall glass of whatever you like/Glassy-eyed rolling too high/ It's high culture/ High stakes/ What's at stake at the stake where they're burning CDs/ This kid's a prodigy/ a protege/ postponing that big mic drop/ like he's Michael/knows he might fall/He's in the limelight/got that lime juice/dripping tunes like he's Limewire/Such a livewire/serving life that lemonade/With a fashion statement on his bank statement/Released a statement to say he's sorry for his part in the story/these kids got Instagram like instant noodles/ Sippin' on that soup like it's sweet tea/ Slurp it up like fit tea/ Prototype of 'pretty boy'/ It's pretty clear he doesn't think these pretty girls are pretty/ He's tired like his tyres/ still trying to tie himself together/ He lies to them/ Till he's lying flat on his face/ these kids are standing in line/ Not understanding/ It's all a joke/ It's a Jack joke/ In a box joke/All boxed up/ In these boxes that he hides in/
We just take it/Then we fake it/We're all actors/Acting so woke since we woke up/You think that's deep?/ We go deep down into these deep cuts/Diving too deep in this dry drought/Now WE'RE ALL OUT!
Categories:
postponing, beauty, celebrity, depression, gender,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The dreaded day of the family meeting arrived
Elder planning, liquidating assets and dispersing 84 years of belongings
Excuses, postponing, manipulations, whining and reasonings--
Valid each and present
Partners in crime, codependent family structure with high disfunctional
communicaton skills, L-O-V-E spelled out many times like the sword of truth
and breastplate of righteousness.
Words were pitched and hurled then stroked like a fine persian cat with silken fur.
At the end of the day, with the word pile left in the floor like discarded dung; I
tucked my tail and departed. I hope against all odds that tomorrow will be a better
day and the grim reality of lost freedom will be swallowed with honey and accepted.
Instead of preparing for battle with gloves and sword. Until the stretched car takes
you away, be peaceful my love, L-O-V-E, spelled with emphasis on the OH OH.
My freedom is going quickly, along with my parents freedoms to chose and plan,
I will become responsible to see they get a bath, meals, medical care and to the
store. Will I have time for me?
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my words to sweep
Away from the bitter heep
I pray the lord my heart to keep!
Categories:
postponing, angst, familyfamily, family, freedom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In a few days, the rent is due.
Maybe my landlord does not know,
Postponing the obvious blow,
Or, delaying my outdoor view.
Visitors spew residents who
Evict themselves, due to no dough,
Rather than let compassion show,
Instantly stepping in my shoe.
Sooner or later, he will come
Here, expecting to get the rent.
Meanwhile, I will keep playing dumb,
Each time I am given a hint.
Now, I really feel like a bum,
Trying to savor my last cent.
Categories:
postponing, life
Form:
Acrostic
Resting in the dark,
soon to stir and waken
the yearnings of my heart
the walls are left still shaken
Dawn brings new life
and banishes the old
the day may yet bring more strife
May yet leave hope in the cold
Targets for the day
just another morning routine
Living according to pay
Just today; postponing the dream
The sun says it is noon
and the light does not tell lies
Shining over shadowed room
As peoples hands are tied
The day is over; Night is near
No pressure; time to live the life!
but my eyes grow sleepy here
So tired by the light
Tomorrow is another day
when ambition shall be met
For now alone I lay
So the cycle may reset
Categories:
postponing, confusion, life, on work
Form:
Verse