Best Pull Down Poems
I pull down from the shelf
The beautiful box of treasures
Ornately carved
Warm, yet well worn
To the gentle touch of my fingers
There is no rush
As I sit in this cosy spot
The sunlight of memory
Like a shaft of enlightenment
Beams onto my cheeks
There is a brass clasp
That silently releases the lid
Inset with filigree, blue and gold
My favourite colours
In my favourite pattern
The hinges release the air inside
Like a happy sigh
A hug of acceptance
As a valued friend visits
After life has carved out years of absence
My eyes closed, I reach inside..
I find the sound of laughter
Forest light streaming through the trees
Jewels of picnics and Spring days
Friends I have loved and lost
I find endless Christmases
Warm Summer gifts of love
Painted pictures from children
Smiles from unexpected messages
Or kind words that linger
I find weddings and food and dancing
Music and poetry and photographs, old and new
I remember the holding of many hands
Small, soft, pretty, all different
Some tired and wrinkly (my favourites)
I find emotions that I thought I had lost
All gathered in this precious box.
Placed carefully,
Never broken
Always perfect and personal
I am slightly overwhelmed
(it happens sometimes)
For now, the tears can stay outside
As I close the lid, replace the clasp
Until the next time
Categories:
pull down, family, friendship, loss, love,
Form:
Free verse
My picture of pain,
Exists with a slight twist,
I place a sharp razor on my wrist,
Dragging it vertically and horizontally I make slits,
Feeling the urge after every heartbreak,
Feeling the urge to cut with every mistake I make,
Someone help me, but please do not refer to me as insane,
I’m not seeking attention; my body gets numb to the pain,
Expressing the pain I’ve felt emotionally by hurting myself physically.
The endorphins which releases from each cut causes me to fell high
If you ask what’s wrong I’m going to lie.
But as you can see the truth, I am not fine
I’m slowly breaking down inside,
But I cover up all this pain with a smile and pull down my long sleeves,
That cover up the all the memories that each scar leaves.
Categories:
pull down, addiction, dark, deep, depression,
Form:
Narrative
All you do
All you say
All you write
In the jasmine garden
Is a frenzied drum
Bludgeoning me to dumb
Intensely numb
I feel
As I reel
Yes
As you come
Rising on tides
Passion overflowing
Deluge in the veins
In a hurricane
You dominate
You violate
You annihilate
My stability
My balance
My tranquility
My nonchalance
You seek to
Sweep me off my feet
I resist
To be devastatingly kissed
Who does want
A plundered restaurant
I hold breath
But you hit underneath
With your tremendous vigour
A wild rigour
Breaking all norm
Of rhythm and form
You become
The fierce Atlantic storm
From head to toe
Fast or slow
Everything you claim
You monster hurricane
In a primitive joy
You destroy
Spears and arrows you employ
Pull down and enjoy
In a poor coordination
I reach my limitation
And surrender
Before your violence
And horror
Frantically you tear
All the roses there
The tendrils of hair
The hymns of prayer
Whether in Florida
Or in Miami
Riding on reckless liberty
Everywhere the same misery
Either Katrina or Irene
Harvey or Irma
The same surging ocean
The same commotion
You flood me with
I groan beneath
I have to writhe
And wriggle as fiercely you breathe
Well now as you are quieted
Having deconstructed
All my emotions
Are now back to the ocean
Give me your resilience
The ocean’s brilliance
Let me reconstruct and create
My new cup and chocolate
My balance
In the new circumstance
In future if you need to come
Come with tribal drum
Played by striking with sticks
In the nerves crimson kicks
Come in drizzling ice and gentle rains
Not in tornadoes and hurricanes
Please …
Categories:
pull down, anger, angst, hope, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, goodbye sweet Summer, I will miss you,
Fall, I will embrace your stained-glass colors;
Invigorating crisp air and skies blue,
Leaves that tumble, spin- beautiful wonders.
The emerald trees lay down Summer gowns,
Now they swirl in bright gold, orange and red;
Delightful the twittering of bird sounds,
I love Fall- sorry Summer you are dead.
I snuggle in a sweater and mittens,
Hug my coat closer and pull down my hat;
On a park bench poems I have written,
For hours, hours contemplating- I have sat.
Fall leaves in my diary I will press,
Oh, spirit winds of Fall- my lips caress.
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September 2, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/My Lips Caress
Copyright Protected, ID 16-825-269-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Sonnet Contest, 2016
Second Place
Categories:
pull down, autumn,
Form:
Sonnet
Daddy tells me you always watch over me
from the shimmering moon, ……….yet it seems so far!
But my dear Mama, I'm going to pull down
that bright sliver crescent moon and bring you back,
just because I love you so much…oh so much.
Will we ever play together again, ma?
We will chase each other over the lush lawn,
Go to the swing that hangs on the sturdy oak,
Play hide and seek among flowering bushes.
All will be happiness, only you'd come down
And leave the wan moon alone to mind its own.
Categories:
pull down, boy, longing, mother,
Form:
Free verse
A rag of a paper from a lifetime that's gone,
Replaced by a small microchip.
The feel of those words in the palm of your hands,
That the ends of your fingers would grip.
And the hands of a surgeon juggling his craft,
Or the journalist reporting the news.
All replaced with perfect mechanical arms,
On an internet with millions of views.
Already we yearn for the art of the human,
Who'd do the best that he could with few fails.
Spinning their yarn with small human insights,
And yet covering all important details.
And the car indicator you pushed to turn off,
Or the window you wound to pull down.
We miss the old life of being involved,
When computers didn't run the whole town.
Categories:
pull down, nostalgia,
Form:
Quatrain
the smell of Carmel corn
fills the air – I think of you Dad
your hand in mine, four steps to your one
the carousel music scores happiness
bells of laughter ting-a-ling-ing
Cotton candy, pink as bazooka bubble gum,
melts to sugary paste on teeth and tongue
you are there Dad, hanky in hand
spit bathing my four year old cheeks
moon-faced, eyes crinkled
lifted skyward as the horses stop
I pick the girlie one but sit straddled
you pinch my knees and pull down my skirt
muscle man strong -- your hands strap me in
they rest after on the small of my back as I rise
then I come [the brass pole all gummy
from my hands]
last week we walked the country fair
my hand now as big as yours
aged like two apple dolls, we meander
you buy me cotton candy
spit on your thumb and wipe
it from my cheek
Categories:
pull down, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Babies these days are moving hard,
Brains loaded like a memory card,
Jamaican babies or the ones abroad,
Can't let them out of your sight,head-ache,Dear Lord,
Careful what you do,think they didn't catch it,
Start watching them or you are gonna live to regret it,
Children Hospital is full,I can bet it,
Long,long lines,baby mother has to sweat it,
Jump down the stairs,try pulling the plug,
Pull down the iron-board,reaching for the hot mug,
Search your dirty sneakers and mess up the rug,
And if you ever hit them,they start to carry a grudge,
Don't feed me,I want to feed myself,
I can hold the spoon,don't need your help,
One year old,big woman,big man,
And from they start to walk,push away your hand,
Want to do their own thing,like they set the plans,
Worst if down by the kinder garden,they have their own gang,
'Waa waa,gugu gaga boo boo',baby talking to a next baby,
Translated by Google,'just cry,they were made to serve us',
So we will always be on stand-by,for our little baby genius...
Categories:
pull down, family, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The choice is mine, to spend my time where seagulls sing for me
A day to play beneath the sun, have fun and feel no shame
My chores undone, but my heart is won by everything I see
Not often have I felt so sure, or found a cure to claim
I'll leave behind the pace the grind that keeps me on the run
Without a doubt, I want to shout, and thank the sun above
I'll hide away, and have a day, perhaps if only one
We are meant to have a miracle, a moment's breath to love
To pull down shades, on a sunny day, and grieve of life's demands
are not for me, I'll smile instead, assured of something more
Beneath the sky, I'll watch the waves roll in to wash the sand
and put on hold the old routine, that bores me to the core
To find myself, a sense of peace, a second step begins
All by myself, I will release, the breath I've held within
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6/20/14
Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
pull down, happiness, peace,
Form:
Sonnet
PLEASE DO NOT READ PART II BEFORE YOU HAVE READ PART I! THANK YOU! :)
She had been a modest woman
Had so desired a family
But that was all in the past now
And Samson was no guarantee
In the morning he would leave her
With his voice playing in her mind
No, she needed to secure life
“Delilah, don’t you be so blind!”
In the morning she stood beside him
Dressed in seductive finery
In the other room they waited
To see if Samson was history
“Samson, your enemies surround you”
He just smiled and patted the bed
“Come, let me take you to heaven”
Then he reached up and touched his head
Would she ever forget that moment
When he gave her a betrayed look
Tears did slip down as they bound him
Her man and all her dreams they took
She heard that he had been blinded
They had gouged out her man’s green eyes
All the money that she had gained
Was tainted red with crimson lies
There was a great celebration
Through her veil she saw Samson there
No longer lion but a lamb
All she could do was gawk and stare
They placed him in between pillars
Of the temple to their “strong” god
They kicked and spat and they hit him
They treated him worse than a dog
She rushed passed them in a minute
“It’s Delilah,” murmured the crowd
For her flowing veil had fallen
How she wished now it were her shroud
She gently touched his haggard face
And he smiled a sad knowing smile
“Your beauty I can’t see, my love
But I’ve waited for you all this while.”
She sobbed, “I tried to buy you back
With much more money than they gave
I’m sorry, dearly beloved
Please, be strong now and do be brave.”
“Leave me now,” was his coarse command
“My kind God will still set me free
I’ll bring this place down on their heads
Delilah, please just let me be.”
“My lover….my eternal love”
On her breasts she now lay his head
“Pull down this building forever
I’ll lie with you in our death bed”
How the story ends is well known
Samson was given strength once more
That strength stolen by a woman
Delilah, whom his did adore!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
pull down, death, devotion, passion, me,
Form:
Epic
I hurry to the ladies toilets
Because I need to use the loo
But all the cubicles are occupied
(There’s a stench of rancid pooh)
I stand there with my legs crossed
And I do a little ‘dance’
Oh hurry up and vacate the stall
Or I’m going to pee my pants!
I eventually hear a toilet flush
And I hobble through that door
But I need to wipe down the toilet seat
Removing drips from the butt before
I finally pull down my pants
And I dribble a tiny little pee
I’d thought my bladder was fit to burst
So there was no need for this urgency!
I can hear ladies chatter outside the door
Asking why is there such a big queue
My hubby tells me next time I need to go
I should sneak in the gentlemen’s loo!
3rd April 2017
Categories:
pull down, body, humorous, women,
Form:
Rhyme
I close my eyes
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow
touches the strings
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness
until I hear its particles
vibrating against me
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life
now ready to speak
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
let this weight sink
pull down through me
melt through me
let it drag and seep
through my bones
until it submerges
into the ground below
transform to roots
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
the earth is booming
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
visualize one by one
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim
one last time
before I breathe in and blow them away
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass
swaying as one
looking across the field
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel
soft earth
open eyes
to unending sky
focus
on what it means to be alive.
Categories:
pull down, introspection, life, music, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Can no one see this
smile I'm faking,
See, how, inside,
I'm constantly
shaking?
These people all
claim they know me
well,
Yet no one can see
through my crumbling
shell?
"I'm fine", I
whisper, my sadness
unknown,
They leave me to
deal with this
anguish alone,
I've hidden behind
this wall most of my
life,
I've managed so far,
I've dealt with my
strife,
Watching as, slowly,
my blood leaks away,
It helps to keep
life's true horrors
at bay,
I pull down my
sleeve to cover my
hurt,
For approaching
footsteps, I'm on
the alert,
I guess my pretense
is just all too
real,
No one has to know
of the pain that I
feel,
The real me inside,
where no one can
see,
I can fool everyone
else, but why can't
I fool me?
Categories:
pull down, cry, dark, depression, emo,
Form:
Rhyme
My friend Lynette....
As we face tomorrow, let us live each day like it's our last.
Along the way you may experience sorrow, but that too will pass!
My friend Lynette...
Heartache is like pulling a tooth, it can make you cry.
But love is the ultimate truth and all else is a lie!
My friend Lynette...
Your burdens I will bare, and comfort you in my arms.
I'll protect you I swear, and shelter you from all harm.
My friend Lynette...
My advice I freely give, for I've been-there-done-that.
Though I've faced death, I live! And past struggles have trained me for combat!
My friend Lynette...
If you need someone to talk too, you can always count on me.
My word is true and no matter what you say or do, I'm here for eternity!
My friend Lynette...
Time reveals all, and I'll be by your side till the end.
And although we stumble and fall, your honor I'll always defend!
My friend Lynette...
Let me take away your fears and that way you'll never be afraid.
If a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade!
My Friend Lynette...
Just always remember this, hearts don't break, they just bend.
I'll seal this with a kiss, always and forever, your friend!
*Wrote for my fellow poet and friend Lynette c. (you wanted advice;))
Categories:
pull down, friendship, inspirational, lovefriend, friend,
Form:
Kyrielle
To fellow young Eagles,
At poetry soup,
Such a confound,
The pull down,
Once an Eagle gets off the ground,
Flying I guess prohibited,
Once exhibited,
Good advice to fly,
Remove sty from eye,
For will pull us all down,
Before out love is wound,
To fly safe and sound,
May we all wind, love on level ground,
It is our license to fly,
For love doesn’t lie,
As we fly in God’s sky,
Love’s proof is in our pudding,
Or flying we couldn’t,
Our protocol, is all,
That keeps us from fall,
So mixing a little spittle,
In our dirt, wouldn’t hurt,
And placing that on the sty, of eye,
So as to see clearly,
Everyone’s, love pie, in the sky,
A young eagle flopping around,
Of course, should remain on the ground,
Un till love is found,
This I write to all of those,
Who might think to them,
I am apposed,
We all came from the same nest,
Eagles at best,
May we all reach our quest,
For faith will see us all through,
And make us all new,
Stuck together as glue,
By the unity of us hon,
The world will be won,
This is my love’s scoop,
Written to all at poetry soup,
I am here as you all,
I don’t wish any to fall,
I just believe, that love is the gall,
That prevents any from fall,
We are all on the ground,
Flopping around,
Let it be the love of each, that is found,
This is certainly my wish,
As we push,
Toward better times,
As our love aligns,
And refines,
If any be offended,
I challenge we end it,
I am not you,
And you are not me,
But in love’s garden,
There are many roses,
Sincerely Moses!!
7-25-09 johnmosesfreeman@yahoo.com
Categories:
pull down, allegory, lovelove, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme