Best Proper Noun Poems
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
I screw the cork from the Castle Rock
And here I go again, scribbling words down
The feelings linger, but yet can’t be found
My heart still hasn't learned to walk
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
Someday I’m going to drive to her town
I’m gonna’ go up to her door and knock
And here I go again, scribbling words down
I’m wasted and my mind is nowhere around
The ticks and tocks are falling from the clock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
Dylan’s music was her perfect sound
She wrote all his lyrics down with chalk
And here I go again, scribbling words down
She was always my dearest proper noun
But she threw away the only key to her lock
Tonight I’m going to drink until I drown
And here I go again, scribbling words down
(Written for Anne's Villanelle contest, never wrote one of these before. I like this form!)
... ALL ABOUT HIM
It's all about 'him'...
This may not make sense, I write it anyway
I should have used a clearer expression, yet I chose the pronoun 'him'
Now you ask who? Now you won't forget that I wrote
But me no buts, it's no doubt about 'him'
I replace the proper 'proper noun'
Bcos alot have been said of this him
And to express mine in like terms won't sink
Every thing is about him - Jesus
Indeed all cross and crown, all tear and smile
To them that have Jesus nothing else counts
Jesus is my all in all!
Once the name of *Lord Ram is rammed in your heart
Everything you’ve -fortune, freedom, fullness and fame
To act in the situations of pleasure, pain, loss and gain
And in every walk of life unfailingly you will get alert.
The Ram is a male of the sheep symbolizing sacrifice
Representing protection as he protected the herd
First to be sacrificed, known as Aries in Latin word
Taken from the Old Testament, a symbol for Christ.
Ram-random access memory- rammed in a computer
Used by programs to perform necessary tasks
And equally accessible are all the storage locations.
That allows information to store and access in any order.
To ram is to strike or butt, to drive through or against
Ram your mind into focus when in despair or doubt
To force, to cram, to drive with violence, to thrust
don’t ram this Ram in with foul smocks, socks and shirt.
Ram’s a proper noun, a common noun, verb and adjective
Symbolizing a person like Lord Ram in Hinduism or Christ
A Zodiac sign, with an attribute of a headstrong activist
Forcing an action, ramming foundation, rarely destructive.
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*Lord Ram , the incarnation of one of the Lords, Vishnu of Trinity in Hinduism,
Born as a person in India.
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Third Place win in:
Contest: What’s in a Name sponsored by Linda-Marie, the sweetheart of PS
Dr. Ram Mehta (male)
Thanksgiving celebrations are complete;
families recuperate from their meals;
Black Friday tomorrow, cars line the street,
and shoppers at Wal-Mart looking for deals.
Neighborhoods adorned with bright colored lights;
families decorate their Christmas tree.
Everywhere you look you see festive sights;
folks out and about all looking carefree.
But there’s a disturbing trend going ‘round;
Christmas is not politicly correct.
Holiday season is the proper noun;
‘cause some are offended and will object.
In our country today I have no doubt;
we forgot what Christmas is all about.
11
If Death be now the final cut
With no path to Heaven's door...
Thou I've never had the courage
To believe there's nothing more.
So forgive my celestial musings
And lay waste not my bugaboo
But allow me one small favor...
To love and pray for you.
12
Forgiveness be a wondrous thing
With no stone to weigh it down.
It knows no age nor time of day...
It knows no proper noun.
It floats upon a summer breeze
And makes light the coming storm.
It dances in each fireplace
To keep the masses warm.
But forgiveness holds no treasure
If not effected and applied.
So slather in gluttonous quantities
With a conscience as your guide.
13
There seemed a hellish wintry bent
As the storm pounded through the day.
The winds were whipping fiendishly
As our snowman walked away.
With a feral dose of helter skelter...
Nature seemed transfixed from normal rest
Leaving one to mull and ruminate
On the perturbations so expressed.
The End
Bugaboo: Area of concern.
Perturbations: A disposition that is confused and quite upset.
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
The scavenger dog
Moving along the dirty streets
With its standing ears down
Sored at both tip. No gametes
At sight sex unknown no proper noun
Running away from stones
Well targeted, thrown by the jocular juveniles
For showing interest in contested bones
They laugh unhappily as their best friend flies
Feasting on the black round faeces
Of well fed fat goats
Or a week old lorry ridden rats or rotten Pisces
Puddle. Lucky when it sees a bone that floats
Playing seriously with Latrine flies
Who always surround its nine vivid ribs
Sucking nectar where it wounds lies.
In its hair dead ticks build their cribs.
Lying comfortably on the puffy street sewage
Allowing the fighting mice to lull it to death
It was after a drink from the drainage
And barking on a scorpion which it later ate.
Shaking helplessly on the road
Till the lead trailer ran pass it.
It was buried by cars and buses full with load
The worms and flies could not just die with it
It was a pregnant dog.
sunshine heals me through the mirror
moonlight heals me through the window
the united luminescence blesses me through constant reminders
i find activity and its new stories through you
radiance fills the void that was once overwhelmed by parasitic loneliness
effervescence fills the void that was previously overtaken by the stalest of air
upliftment fills the void that was earlier overthrown by merciless and intentional discouragement
i find contentment and its newfound discoveries through you
you are a True Gift from God in the form of the cleanest and the most Miraculous Water
as a result, i grow in continuance and become more profound and complex
it makes me so proud to express each mention and each thought of You as a Proper Noun
you are like the ex lax for my constipated emotions and the ginseng for my slumbered brain
sunshine heals me through the mirror
moonlight heals me through the window
the united luminescence blesses me through constant reminders
i find the Better Half of Who I Am through You....
In case you do not know the rule
For using such a word,
I’ll give some hints so that from guessing
You won’t be deterred.
A sentence must begin with one
And also someone’s name
Or any other proper noun;
Your teacher’s not to blame.
Some words are writ, for emphasis,
In only majuscules.
When texting, many people use
A keyboard’s handy tools.
Though miniscule began its life
To name a small-case letter,
Its use expanded, so it now
Means all things small – much better.
But majuscule got stuck in gear
And has one definition –
A letter that’s a capital;
Let’s bring this to FRUITION!
Year after year, each year's like a white veil --
Green days were tarnished and made a white cast.
Sometimes amazing scenes are like a gale --
Blows off the veils, relives the far, bare past.
Warm winds hailed my ship in the boundless Nile.
Beneath the diamond sky I laid down:
Once 'bove the beach, the stars gave us a smile,
When we thought that "Youth" was our proper noun.
The lamplight's gold foil buoyed by Cam's dark stream.
Eyes closed -- breeze, grass scent -- just my every sense:
I saw Xu Zhi-mo punt towards his dream,
I saw us punt towards our future tense.
The last veil drops: at the O'camp you danced.
Years fled; skin wrinkled but the bond's enhanced.
Capitalization and punctuation are automatic to me.
It is what I was taught years ago, and I cannot break the habit.
Haiku is difficult for others insist on no apostrophes or caps.
It is difficult to unlearn what has been instilled and boy was this instilled.
All of those quizzes and tests, which I thought were a waste of time.
Then I began reading other people’s writings, and I was stunned.
Two, to, and too are incorrectly used so many times; too many times.
I get a sense that apostrophes are thrown in willy-nilly for no good reason.
How many times have I seen it’s when they do not mean it is, rather ownership.
To not capitalize a proper noun infuriates my internal gauges.
I am incensed when punctuation is off kilter also.
Checking and rechecking my own work to an idiotic degree.
I am such a product of the sixties, growing up in the corn state.
The home of the ITBS.
Crystalline teardrops formulate into sorrow
It emerges into delicate exquisiteness before the sunrise of tomorrow
Sparkle my lovely darkness and captivate me with delightful, dainty dissonance
Feed me your radiance and bring me to evanescence pastures from a distance
Play my fearful, frivolous spirits like a violin with missing strings and other things
Prey upon me like a preying mantis, metamorphosing with unbroken wings…
Erupting turmoil…toiling into madness
Festering in unbearable sadness gladness
Swallow my fear with your mouth of mesmerizing melodies…relieve my anxieties
I wallow into the miserable, abyssal black hole of minus a thousand thirty seven degrees
Gracious apprehension is sprouting and shameless tension is growing tremendously
Until I uproot it…until I believe that I can go through the weeds of tribulation, although abrupt doubt drowns me
Please, please ease my mindset,
Blossoming avarice and utter regret
You gave me a new reason to believe in the light once more…I surely soar…
You save me from being enslaved by wretched negativity to the core
More and more soreness and painful laughter fills our wise days and thrills our childish ways to be exact
The dream I dreamt long ago is the vision of woe I can’t let go of
Drifting above and lifting below…someday, our opposites will attract
I scream in the silent chamber of my mind’s eye, my darling love
My poetry doesn’t matter to you anymore that I have been writing for too many years
I’m sure I suppressed you by my stressful weight of my emotional baggage
I fought away your fears and tranquilized your taunting tears…pleasant sanity heals us with cheers
I held your hand and adored your touch upon my own, giving me a relief package
I fear I will never let go if you let me know how you feel towards me deep down…I lived to like you in this town
I hope I don’t chase you away by my unforgivable, ugly frown
I hope I don’t freak you out or discourage you with my many problems that I wear upon my head like a crown
Your lovely, clever and precious name is my favorite proper noun
Your rather fearless, heartfelt name
I never want to put to shame,
But I became undone
The moment you were gone
Ronda’s a town,
but this rondelet rankles still:
Ronda’s a town
(a placename is a Proper Noun).
Between Malaga and Seville,
you’ll hear the very sparrows trill,
Ronda’s a town.
Ronda exists,
But does ‘rondelet’ rhyme with ‘hay’?
(Ronda exists:
I’ve wandered in its morning mists!)
Or does it, maybe, rhyme with ‘debt’?
It makes a poem hard to set!
Ronda exists.
Ronda’s my home.
Unlike phantom poetic forms,
Ronda’s my home.
Enough of frothy wordy foam!
I’ll stick to things that I can touch.
And I love Ronda very much.
Ronda’s my home.
Working in another Homegirl
Working on orders Homegirl
Over the Border Homegirl
Over the Parchuka Essa
In the twilight
I love whos staring back at my eyes
And back in my life
On my back pages
I was thinking I was going
Through phases
Everything thing that aint a
Proper noun now
Everything is people and places
A comprehensive collection
Of th collect awareness
I was there when, and then it wasn’t
So important
I was on her jock then
And we went to hit send
And we argued all about it.
Young throwed trigger shoots
Crack dealers wearing suites
Crack addicts in combat boots
See if you know whats got into you
See if you know why it used
To be so much better
So to every letter and every bomb
Blew up when were calm thats true.
5150 salute
5150 dues
Over……the top
I said Over….the finances
Over…all the crying baby
Over…dying baby
Over…. 5150 gravy
Under……the pressure
Under….. the tow
under…. The table
under ….. Throw in the fable
Under……stood her nature
Beside….we so wreckless lately
beside ….we have so many babys
Beside…its not that heavy baby
Beside the pool, we lay all day baby
To Whom it may concern
Who ever it may be
Whatever happens, we ready
Where it takes us andretti
When the levy breaks and hits accellerate
When the real separates from the fake
Baby we eat steak not acetate