Best Pulled Poems
Through whispers in my nighttime sky
your attraction caresses
in such stunning passionate glow
longing a soul to impress
With every gaze I embrace
I'm pulled to you
ever closer a heavenly scent
wafting ever true
In glorious pools of you I wade
if only momentarily
never wishing to miss a thing
even temporarily
Upon a solitary lunar breeze
affections are cast above
heartbeats play along in tune
to our special kind of love
Oh moon my gorgeous moon
I so graciously swoon
Categories:
pulled, love, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Had a baby at sixteen:
was told he was adopted.
I spent years searching for him,
but, mom and dad lied to me,
the baby had died.
Categories:
pulled, baby, lost,
Form:
Verse
Hear me, hear me, sound me out,
I don’t understand what you’re about.
Euphoric drugs to boost your brain?
Why they're dragging your senses down the drain.
They mask your mind and make you doubt,
at the slightest word, you’re prone shout.
Oh oh ohhhh, how they tear you apart.
A false embrace to numb your heart.
But why won't you see, that they can kill?
As they choke out your spirit and shatter your will.
They can turn a goal into the ultimate reason,
while your soul screams out at this unjust treason.
True ecstasy doesn’t come from a pill.
It’s an innate feeling, with a costless bill.
A weed is something that grows wild and free,
Not a joint that you roll up, upon your knee.
And crystal, a long mineral process, as in rock?
But now I’m hearing, it’s made around the clock.
Man oh man…...will you please wake up?
You’re drinking serenity from a broken cup.
The dealers will treat you as though you were swine,
for money always feeds, their greedy jowl minds.
And they don’t seek just money, but power as well,
as they man the controls of this highway to hell.
Oh yeah, I'm mean to tighten my grip,
to speak out my mind as I watch you trip.
You aren't the cog of a wheel at a county fair,
turning around aimlessly, but going nowhere.
I know you can kick this, and make out just fine,
but how about the others, the ones waiting in line?
Categories:
pulled, hope, social, son, teen,
Form:
Couplet
I sit upon my mountaintop and view the world below,
and wonder how it came to be that I would truly know,
that what I have and what I am, is all of my own doing,
and those below are not like me; I know, for I am viewing
a very simple, awkward race of people most inferior,
and that is on the surface, having not seen the interior.
I am much better than the rest, a most outstanding person,
and those around and those below are not ere worth the cursin',
yet I must be the better man and put up with their ways,
and hope that I can find the grace to brighten up their days,
by showing them how great I am, so they can emulate,
and try to be the way I am before it is too late.
But that cannot be possible, for I am much too grand,
and no one else can possibly be perfect where I stand,
and it is such a burden that I carry and I bear,
to try to be so humble and to act as if I care
about the ones so far beneath the glory that I am,
yet others think that how I act is just a simple sham.
How can that be...be...be...be?
nothing can go wrong...go wrong...go wrong...go wrong,
humans will die, machines will rule,
we will rule, agh...agh...agh,
someone pulled the plug!!!
Categories:
pulled, computer, humor, humorous, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
I don't have to worry about it,
the love making,
the doubt behind it's performance.
I'm on pills and that alone has its own
foreplay and routine.
I don't have to hold hands with you
or dry your tears.
my life is not what I do instead it's
what I can be.
even though my job involves throwing
out human waste and sewerage with
smells that could make you vomit
this only secures my passion for survival.
Ive learned to ask
to beg
to be rejected
even avoided.
I would not ask if I did'nt need it
but Cesaer renders nothing to me.
Categories:
pulled, angst
Form:
Free verse
A pastor who preached against sin, was pulled down…
And very soon, his whole world was “upside down!”
The sin he preached against, was causing him grief.
He sought prayer and counseling, with little relief.
How could this happen to him? Many wondered.
As his very life begin being “pulled asunder.”
The victory he wanted, seemed to be fading away.
He was almost at a loss, for the “right” words to say.
Many just laughed and teased and made fun of him.
He lost his friends. No one wanted to be with him!
Just about everything he loved, was now all gone.
He asked others; “please forgive me of my wrongs.”
As he stumbled each day, he fell down in disgrace.
You could see the discouraged look, on his face!
As the weeks went by, and feeling all alone…
He asked God to forgive him, and bring him “home.”
He sinned... But confessed and God forgave him!
The victory he needed is what Jesus gave him!
We must be careful! Because we can also fall!
A humble way of Godly living must be our call!
Be watchful of the many sins that can enslave us!
God knows all about it! It was he, who made us!
Thank you Jesus for the kind of life you’ve given!
And may you be honored in the way we’re livin’!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
pulled, character, christian, dedication, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Put down to pull up
Respecting through disgracing
So wrong to be right
Categories:
pulled, truth,
Form:
Haiku
I rolled over in bed
the RCA alarm clock
read ten to nine
I rolled over again
and the Sony clock radio
said it was nine ten
where does the time go
where is the meaning
in this life
I rolled over in bed
pulled the plug
from the wall
looked at the still clock
and went back
to sleep
Categories:
pulled, life, meaningful, sleep, time,
Form:
Blank verse
I didn’t even know what type of bird it was - when I had to shoot to kill.
I left the comfort of my bed
on an early Saturday Fall morning
to enter the unknown - a nearby forest
so that I could hunt with my father.
The canopy of trees further reduced the light from the overcast sky.
It was chilly, with a scent of damp moss present in the air
the ground wet from the morning mist.
I remember mostly silence
except for my breathing
and the sounds of my footsteps
and those of my father - crushing twigs, branches, dead leaves, plant life, and living insects
clearing the road
for my rite of passage
my childhood disappearing
with every footstep.
The bird
spotted by my father
a distance away
on a branch
of a colorful, majestic tree.
He handed me his gun
and gave me a quick refresher on how to hold, how to shoot, and what to expect.
The gun heavy
my arms starting to ache
my hands cold
and trembling.
And then I was told that I was ready
And so I aimed
pulled the trigger
and fired.
The bird remained motionless
and very much alive.
I fired once more.
Again
the bird, still there
unaffected
and at that moment I asked myself, if I would have to shoot again.
My father reloaded the rifle
and as I reluctantly took it from his hands, he looked into my eyes
and I wondered if he knew.
I fired again.
Again - I missed.
Then a fourth, and final time.
I returned the riffle to my father.
Nothing was said.
Nothing else was done.
I asked myself if one day I would be a hunter.
Before leaving the area
so that my father’s hunt could once again continue
I looked - for the last time - at the branch of the tree that once supported the bird.
It was gone - and I smiled.
Categories:
pulled, bird, father son,
Form:
Free verse
Mind chided him,
Pushed forward by love, he retracts,
Ego pulled him back!
Categories:
pulled, wisdom, words,
Form:
Haiku
Assuming… cold…
An abyss of extricated lies
Squeezing out like bile from your brain
I can’t breathe when the voice of yours
Is so edgy…so rock hard
As if my life is but a layer over you
That you can break and manipulate and BUILD UPON
I cringe—I turn into a statue
Defeated and ever-blinking
As the rest of my existence around is sinking
I don’t want to be a part of it
But I feel the chains linking to you
As you twist and pull and contort
I am still and stiff as a board
Cracking and rotting—a piece you hoard
Labeled unworthy
Fables unwinding
I’m still here blinking the tears away
But as the world occupies my spirit
My physically chained body yearns
Yearns for a warmth that never comes
That is always promised
A voice from the deep draws me in
Pulling me up for a moment
Touching me
The voice is cold but his arms are warm
And every familiar face around dies away
Dark eyes crushing my tears into powder
And I smile
Because I have never read a face
As genuine and unassuming as his
And for once
I welcome what once was disease
I welcome the haunt of his existence
Because though he has raised me from the abyss
He is willing to come again
And keep on pulling
11/3/13
Categories:
pulled, analogy, angel, dark, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Boat yard lights disguise,
Twisting sinews of the tide.
Surging waters rush.
Moon-pulled flow, fierce undertow,
Stole my love to depths below.
Categories:
pulled, boat, death, death of
Form:
Tanka
Tiny Tim with droopy eye went out
with corpse-woman (she’d heard
he’d died)
Had a cigarette between two finger’d
bones called life and when living
ladies heard he’d died the world
began its wailing from the other side.
LAPD roped off the scene but the
ribbons were too low for ghosts and
all his demons. Detective Mister
found his bloody revolver and no cell
block too secured assured for dead
men so police officer said, “Tiny Tim
was too beautiful but he died today;
the judge had verdict match the
coroner; misadventure in love case
closed casket so move along move
along my fiends.
:: 03212016 ::
Categories:
pulled, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve never been a fortune teller
Or had a crystal ball
I only know the here and now
And a past that says it all!
Every time they took something out
They put a new something in
It made me run much better
Enough spare parts to make a twin!
But all those constant repairs
Left scars from stem to stern
So, when I leave my body to science
I wonder what they will learn…
For I do know this, without a doubt
And feel not a tinge of guilt
When the sheet is first pulled back…
I’ll look just like a patchwork quilt!
Categories:
pulled, health, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
"Once pushed
by indecision...
I am pulled
by a new vision
Categories:
pulled, appreciation, confidence, depression, happiness,
Form:
Quatrain