Best Psyched Poems
He stares at her picture,
the night dark in his room,
his hands are shaking,
hes phyced out, unsure what to do,
he thinks, what if he looses her,
and looses that adoring, happy look on her face,
his heart stops, he cant loose her embrace,
the tears fall from his fragile eyes,
they wont stop no matter how he tries,
they splatter on the memories,
she's in his heart, like words carved in emory...
she breathes his smell in through cloth,
his jacket held to her face, pressed over her heart,
her mind slips into the night,
the dancing thoughts have a nasty bite,
what will she do, if he goes away,
if she looses him, the thought makes her sway,
the tears spill down her cheeks,
shes crying so hard she cant even speak,
the thoughts in her mind remain so haunting,
shes phyced out, theres no way she can stop,
with every tear that falls her heart unlocks,
he's in her heart, like words carved in rock...
Categories:
psyched, life, words, heart, heart,
Form:
I will miss elementary school,
Even though it was not cool,
I will learn to get along,
Without school and a gong,
Friends I will hug,
Squish like a bug,
Some friends are smart,
Enemies are tart,
Others are not,
Like a fish the will get caught,
We did not fight,
We did what was right,
Teachers I have liked,
For high school I am psyched.
Leah B.
Categories:
psyched, school,
Form:
Quatrain
Its not about how good you are its all about being liked
give them an inch of gossip watch how they get psyched
sticking together like a band of thieves ignoring the rest,
they believe what they hear and never put it to the test;
Its not about how kind you are if they are jealous green,
they'll cut you up to size just about their size, its mean
contests oh contests, I won't say much upon that subject
I have had my good share of "no can do" constant rejects
I got a private mail one day, " hurry fix your poem please"
only to find out it was already judged, and it was just a tease
I got another private mail, " too bad you didn't make it , dear"
I didn't hold my breath darling, your next contest I won't smear
When it comes to making friends on site I only have a very few
its a big site and if I miss you, its never intentional, the slue
if you don't like me well there is nothing I can do, "soup babies",
I'm a lover not a fighter, I don't bite and I don't have rabies...
Written by: ? If you want to know, take the time to get to know,
"YOURSELF" who I really "AM" ...
Categories:
psyched, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
Cruel Sun, heating up the matter,
The ray blades burning up the skin,
But something was holding me strong,
Some Shelter, I was feeling home within,
Flowers abloom, or at least in words,
For rest of the world was a desert,
This was the summer of my love story,
This was the summer that felt like a blizzard,
Marking its presence, the stage of this play,
Shining its name, was the bus’ bay,
And how I wished her bus never came,
Because close to me, that can make her stay,
But more it made me calm, it psyched her,
Restless of Sun, and of wait, we talked,
Though I was destined for someplace else,
Where we’re together, towards that path I walked,
Her eyes, her words, were working on the spell,
I lost myself in her, and found her in me,
The romantic novels, and the love sonnets, once invisible,
Were now those distinct Colors, which I can see!
The Coffee Mugs, the window panes, and the morning dew,
Everything looked beautiful, like never before,
Those 45 days of warmth, wrapped by her arms,
I never knew it was the only love for me in the store,
The heat got mild with the darkening clouds,
This story was ending and so were her college days,
I was high, on this flight with her,
But it was time, for this heart to return to its base,
As good as she made me feel, with her presence
She had to pass, like a summer breeze,
I wish I could hold her in my arms; for a moment,
If for a moment; forever, I wanted that moment to freeze,
The sky cried with me, that night
Few drops of love, poured in by the rain,
For some time I believed to have caught those drops,
Less a mild feel of touch, these drops finally drain,
Categories:
psyched, lost love, love, me,
Form:
Romanticism
A kindergarten memory
I have is very strong
And no one can corroborate
Or prove that I am wrong.
We’re gluing shapes to paper
And two colors we could use.
I look at all the choices
When deciding which to choose.
I proudly pick the purple
And to go with it, the red.
My teacher, though, suggests
I switch to red and blue instead.
Her reasoning is simply that
My colors do not match.
As I remember it, she felt
She’d saved me with her catch.
Imagine if I’d had the guts
To stick with what I liked.
Perhaps when projects came my way
I might’ve been more psyched.
By nullifying what I chose
The teacher, I think, fails,
For all she did was knock the wind
Right out from ‘neath my sails.
An artist I will never be –
Those skills I don’t possess.
Yet red and purple still look good
Together, I profess.
Categories:
psyched, art, color,
Form:
Rhyme
I woke up it was a sunny day
'Come for breakfast' mom would say,
I freshened up, then made my bed
Put away the books that I had read,
Just another day at school
My ride was here, my friends carpool,
We laughed and joked as friends would do
Just a regular day, and nothing new,
We went to our lockers to get our books
Then I noticed a student's suspicious looks,
He wore a long dark coat, and his head hung low
Then I noticed his walk, it seemed very slow,
The warning bell sounded, kids started to scatter
To get to their class, but somehow it didn't matter,
The boy with the long coat then started to yell
"All of you bitches are going to hell!"
He pulled out a gun and he started to shoot
First up in the air and then down by his boot,
Kids started screaming and running so fast
Some ran outside and others to class,
Alarms started ringing, the shooting was loud
I was down on the floor from the smoke filled cloud,
I crawled on my knees till I came to a door
Decided it safer to stay near the floor,
He came round the corner in all of his hate
Our eyes then made contact, it may be too late,
He pointed the gun, it was aiming my way
I raised up my hands and I started to say,
"Please don't shoot me, I don't want to die"
The fear overcame me and I started to cry,
We were lucky that day, no one was hurt
He was there just to scare us, this student named Bert,
We knew he was quiet, a recluse and not liked
He was teased and made fun of, a little bit psyched,
A lesson was learned, about what we say
We need to protect our kids everyday,
The laws need to change in regards to the gun
Our schools need protection, they shouldn't have to run,
Fear of our neighbours should not be the case
Evolution is changing the whole human race,
The new generation is smarter they say
We hope they succeed and begin a new day.
Categories:
psyched, abuse, dark, horror, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
My grandpa died at 76
My uncle at 67
My grandma passed at 83
At 38 Aunty went to heaven
My poor mom died at 66
The same year as her twin sis
What evil with the bag of tricks
Could be the cause of this?
When dad nearly died at 71
My fate was foreseen
But he revived, that son of a gun
And to think I was 17
Yet at 72 he had a heart attack
Though was fit at 73
We were all psyched for his comeback
Plus it was doubly best for me
He had no problems at 74
And 75 was a breeze
Still I selfishly hoped for more
But there were no guarantees
Yet by god he made it to 79
Though was on the brink of death
But since the reverse was my deadline
I was able to catch my breath
Nonetheless he died at 82
Which for him was truly great
But that assured my future was through
Coz I just turned 28
Categories:
psyched, death, destiny, family,
Form:
Rhyme
In Beijing, China, there’s a sport
That has a mighty pull.
It’s kind of like a bullfight,
But it doesn’t have a bull.
Competitors get special food
Like shrimp, red beans and liver.
For extra treats, a maggot’s
What the trainer will deliver.
The champions are often those
Whose chirps are really loud.
The most ferocious fighters
Know just how to amp the crowd.
It doesn’t have much danger
Yet excitement runs real high.
They toss the losers to the streets,
But no one has to die.
Contenders draw the gamblers in
And sometimes there’s a raid;
But mostly it’s a wholesome sport
Where moxie is displayed.
In case you haven’t guessed it yet –
And I, too, was amazed,
It’s Chinese cricket fighting,
Leaving fans psyched up and crazed.
Perhaps a lesson can be learned
By watching their approaches,
For surely we can have events
Employing New York roaches!
Categories:
psyched, funny, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
I've had cinnamon and raisin bagels,
I've had my cup of tea,
As today is the day, AGAIN,
That's it for me.
AGAIN, I have to starve myself,
AGAIN, I have to get the tram,
AGAIN, I have to get all psyched up,
What a bloody sham.
While writing this poem,
Everything has changed,
I've had a phone call,
AGAIN, my operation's been re-arranged.
Not to worry though,
It's not all that bad,
It's been brought forward,
That makes me glad.
I'm going in at two o'clock,
My surgery is at three,
Please send me your good luck wishes,
Here's hoping for a painless knee.
Categories:
psyched, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
The games are on in London!
All the athletes are prepared.
I hope they brought their brollies*
For their trainers** won’t be spared.
Security is spotty,
As Mitt Romney had to blurt;
But Cameron was reassuring,
Though quite miffed and curt.
For Londoners, the traffic jams
Are nightmarish and wrong.
To them, the games are going on
A week or two too long.
Competitors must all be psyched
With stomachs, though, like jelly;
The rest of us will watch at home,
In comfort, on the telly***.
* umbrellas ** sneakers *** television
Categories:
psyched, sports, games,
Form:
Rhyme
~ A Passover Tale ~
Four cups of wine
They say I must drink
I’m getting too old for this
Don't you think...
But I psyched myself up
and drank the first cup
The room didn’t spin
I thought I might win…
Then came a second cup
and later a third
I glanced at my son
He looked like a bird…
Came time for cup the fourth
but I took the fifth
So as not to incriminate myself ~
converted to Buddhism forthwith...
Now if ever there was a faerie
tale, this one is it
I had better stop here
‘fore' that wine drowns my wit
Categories:
psyched, drink, holiday, humor,
Form:
Narrative
We of humble heart protest
Doubtless is the passion
Circumventing hapless fools
Protesting indignation.
We humble objector’s loot
Incensed- why not- lets frenzy
Like raving zombies- look cops
Psyched up ready for a scrap.
We humble chanters ranting
People power- things will change
Rage our pious stratagem
We the injured will avenge.
There’s comfort in our numbers
Righteous we –over the top
And falling all together
Psyched up ready for the chop.
She with blindfold sword and scales
Oblivious and righteous
Categories:
psyched, allegory
Form:
"So you think you're a poet?"
Yes, stranger, I do.
"You merely post poems on Poet's Stew!!!"
Sir, I don't think it's nice
"What did I say?"
That you won't stay away.
"That's awful unfair..."
Now listen here! Take a look!
I bet you can't say that your poem is in a book.
I just got my Poetry Anthology yesterday, and I'm psyched that my poem is in a book along with many other talented poets' works!!!
Categories:
psyched, funny, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
All the Schalls were dancing
At the wedding of a son.
Exuberance was in the air,
The crowd psyched up for fun.
As friends and family joined them
And the DJ fanned the fire,
We reveled in the mirth and spirits
Couldn't get much higher.
There were people on the dance floor
I'd last seen when they were young.
How delightful then to watch them,
From their childhood shells now sprung.
While my husband twirled my daughter
As the music's charms were heeded,
What I hoped for was that image
To be conjured up as needed.
Categories:
psyched, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
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Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
Categories:
psyched, age, appreciation, atheist, beauty,
Form:
Free verse