Best Pushing Poems
I’m Pushing
I’m Pushing,
I’m pushing into shadow bringing light,
Trapped in a prison of my own misgiving,,
I am living,
But every morning I wake up tired,
Because I am pushing,
Into a kingdom that awaits me,
Into a harmony that awaits my family,
Into a compassion that awaits my society,
I am pushing into shadow bringing light
Fighting with weapons of unconditional love,
Holding to the promise that by his stripes we are healed,
I’m pushing,
I’m tired,
But I will win,
For there is a man who holds the victory in his hand,
And he gives it to me freely,
I’m pushing,
And I will win,
Thank God!!
Categories:
pushing, endurance, faith,
Form:
Blank verse
Foreboding of a tempestuous storm,
it blackens as it draws near,
a cumulonimbus in towering form,
extending to the troposphere,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
break free while there's still time,
'cause I'll pull you under if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'll take on water and sink too quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves will break and so will I,
Roars of thunder and screeching wind,
sheets of lightning and pelting rains,
walls of waves will batter within,
until our stability wanes,
So cast off mooring and slacken the line,
untether your heart from mine,
'cause I'll drown us both if you don't let go,
Save yourself and abandon ship,
I'm taking on water and sinking quick,
in gales of winds the swells arise,
these waves are breaking and so am I
Categories:
pushing, break up, divorce, heartbreak,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm not pushing forward to get ahead.
I'm pushing forward,
so THEY can't pull me back.
Categories:
pushing, introspection
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The heart is autogenic and depolarizes no less
But it can be influenced by the ANS.
Autogenic means leaky channels
And within the channel annals,
This means changes in membrane potential
And for the heart, are is essential.
The sympathetic speeds it up and the parasympathetic, it slows.
And both the sympathetic and parasympathetic talk to the nodes
But only the sympathetic to the myocardium goes.
A change in rate is chronotropic.
A change in force is inotropic.
A muscarinic receptor for acetylcholine
Opens potassium channels and that will mean
That as potassium leaves, it will oppose the leak
Of sodium entering and both will tweak
The membrane potential so that it’s slower
To reach the threshold and not from potassium, go lower.
So overall, to reach threshold, it takes longer
But the contraction is not stronger.
Beta 2 is the receptor for the sympathetic response
And norepinephrine it will ensconce.
Separate sodium channels will open and add to the leak
And faster get to the threshold peak.
But norepinephrine binds to the muscle
And in doing so, will make it hustle.
So overall, to reach threshold, it’s quicker
And contraction strength, a stronger ticker.
But epinephrine too, has the same effects
With the sympathetic flex.
Beta blockers which calm the heart
Antagonists that will slow the start
Bind to these receptors tightly
And make the heart beat more lightly.
Categories:
pushing, science,
Form:
Verse
I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013
Categories:
pushing, fantasy, feelings, lust,
Form:
Free verse
It seems naughtiness is ingrained in my very soul
Joined “Naughties Anonymous” but I still lose control
Bad to the core
Naughty evermore
For Jan and me, pushing the envelope is our goal
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pushing, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Pushing Your Morality
Pushing your morality like a drug.
A street drug without effect.
An addictive placebo.
An open invitation to dine with scum.
A street drug without effect
That you suck through a straw, providing
An open invitation to dine with scum
In some fast food alleyway.
That you suck through a straw providing
In-depth philosophical integration
In some fast food alleyway
With the synapses blinking like neon.
In-depth philosophical integration
Slagging to a child's mental playground
With the synapses blinking like neon...
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Slagging to a child's mental playground
While the traffic thumps and pounds
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
While the traffic thumps and pounds,
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth.
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
An addictive placebo.
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth, as you
Push your morality like a drug.
Robert Denton (November 2014)
Categories:
pushing, depression, poverty, psychological, drug,
Form:
Pantoum
The days are blending
It's like I'm living a dream
The sun is shining
But not a single bird screams
The nights are longer
It's like they're part of my day
A little darker
Else I think I will stay
Sometimes people tell me that I'm a little too shy
Sometimes I think I need them if i'll ever get by
Too often I am searching for a friend in the dark
Another pair of hands that can brighten my spark
But they're not coming
It's like I push them away
Yet I'm not caring
I still smile each day
And every heartbeat
Escalates my good mood
These people dancing
Right now they don't seem so crude
Sometimes mother tells me I'm a little too soft
Sometimes father tells me I don't act very oft
But mostly I am thinking I just need a new song
Something sweet and bouncy that'll move me along
So now it's singing
At the top of our lungs
With each new ringing
We create with our tongues
I don't care now
I just need to be me
No matter how long
I can wait patiently
Too often I am searching for a friend in the dark
Another pair of hands that can brighten my spark
Now that I've found them I'm a little insane
It seems a little weird to have them calling my name
Categories:
pushing, friend, friendship, people, simple,
Form:
Lyric
Today is the first day of the rest of your life
Bloody brilliant I say, life is a slice
Beats the alternative
That's an affirmative
Pushing up daisies really sucks that's my advice
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
pushing, life,
Form:
Limerick
Low-level office drone,
you move cautiously in the corporate hive
Never bringing any attention to yourself,
especially when the pink slip memos fly by
The queen bee of your department,
protects her workers very well
Although from time to time,
she has a tendency to raise living hell
But you never challenge her authority;
you keep your head down, and your voice low
With five more years to a solid pension,
quietly pushing the papers is the prudent way to go
Make no waves,
utter no dissident voice
Management is always monitoring:
so even when they're wrong,
you say they've made the right choice
Keep pushing the papers,
let your conscience live to work another day
on company pay
Don't examine the papers too close,
do exactly what the company say
You ain't a fearless whistle blower,
you're just a low-level rung on the management ladder
A middle-aged balding guy with a bad bladder
So you keep pushing the papers,
'cause everybody ain't brave like Karen Silkwood
Meltdown of a nuclear reactor from faulty parts
the company sold, which you knew were no good
But you pushed the papers on through anyway,
'cause it was time to punch out at the end of the day
Categories:
pushing, corruption, environment, jobs,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
~ The path of life is an inspiration - focus on the possibilities ~
Quote by poet
The challenges step by step
Determination, an expression of will
Even though the cold roams
with its biting fangs
Steadfast step
Fearlessness, flowing through the heart
with fervor and zeal
Invincible source of power,
as hungry dandelions
Strikes of sunshine,
heavy downpour
A symphony of hope, growing and learning
- journey of life is a chance to be brave
Categories:
pushing, courage, inspiration, life,
Form:
Free verse
In the aftermath of any competition, be it sports or otherwise...
We will see a gamut of emotions in the mass of humanity in sight..
There will be riotous screams of joy and jubilation, laughter and smiles galore..
Fist pumps and high fives, happy faces all around at the victorious camp.....
We readily quip, to the victor the spoils of a victory most deserving...
To the losers we empathise and wish them better luck next time...
To be fair, all players deserve recognition for there was none who participated just to lose...
So if we downplay any successes, it is not doing justice by the best efforts of our children...
Every junior player, we can safely assume, he/she has done the best possible...
Look at the blood, sweat and tears each time they train and play their hearts out...
Those who achieve personal bests and better their rankings, congratulations!
Those who falter, train and work harder, gear up and go for the next competition...
Categories:
pushing, anxiety, children, community, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
green tips took
form
beneath the softening crust of snow around the
mail
box, a
collage congealed by road salt and sand
buried the early dream of spring in
a
granular mass
My slippered feet sank muddying the soft
sheepskin leather. Joggers pushing the envelope
as well
people the curb
cutting to the heart of the matter
springing forward with a rabid desire to bloom.
*I printed out Charlotte's contest direction and cut out the first word
in each of these lines.
Categories:
pushing, spring,
Form:
Free verse
I thought
I believed
I was beyond the reach of light
Trapped there within your darkness
You eclipsed my wonder
My innocence
My hope
You wrapped me fully
Confiscating my will
Smothered my unrealized self
Draped me in your need
Subjugated me to your narrative
Then in the distance
A flicker
A tiny dot
Beyond your optics
Your contrived paranoia
Your insatiable need
I watched it grow
Filling my craving
Firing my synapses
Awakening my indefinable
I was not born to be in darkness
Wriggling in the shadows
Instead I pushed beyond your borders
Grabbed onto God's hand
As He effortlessly lifted
Transforming my impossible
He banished your Darkness
He rewrote your narrative
You took me from myself
Yet today I am back
I am strong
Freed from your insanity
I know
I believe
I am beyond the reach of darkness
Here I frolick in peaceful meadows of possibilities
I have claimed my wonder
My innocence
My hope
I live within a transcendent light
Mine is a world of every
Everyone is welcome
Peak out from the dark
Push back the veil
A hand stretches
Reaches
Pierces the sadness
Hold on
Let it be
Let it lift
Let it love
Let it consume the darkness
For Vicky Tsiluma's I'll be back contest.
I was inspired by Robin Davis's poem "Abuse Shocked Her Into a Shell"
There is light beyond abuse in whatever form it takes.
Categories:
pushing, christian, faith, feelings, god,
Form:
Free verse
June’s warm sun had made the lake inviting
“Let’s swim across,” I said without a care
“But it looks quite far to the other side,”
He replied meekly; I issued a dare
For five-hundred yards he followed behind
Splashing, perhaps gasping, I could not tell
That swimming was not my fiancé’s forte
But when he cried, “Help,” I knew all too well
“I’m not gonna make it,” he said with resolve
“Don’t say that, just lie on your back and float!”
A trained lifeguard, I pull him toward shore
He was tall but not too heavy to tote
Just thirty feet left when underwater weeds
Reached up and touched him like snakes below
He struggled, then sank in murky water
I dove, could not find him. Where did he go?
Other swimmers came quickly, offered aid
At least a dozen were searching the lake
A phone call was made, help was on the way
Precious minutes passed, I started to shake
Beachgoers organized a rescue effort
It took a human chain to find my man
But far too much time had passed since he sank
Soon nightmares relived the day I lost Dan
I shouldered the burden and blamed myself
For not listening when he expressed concern
The lake was too wide, his skills too meager
It took much therapy to come to terms
And learn from this very costly mistake
That others know their limits better than I
His parents sought answers; what could I say?
Now in his memory I exhale a sigh
But never since have I encouraged friends
To join my pursuits that are out of their reach
I offer prayers nightly, shed some tears too
And each June Third I place a cross on the beach
True story for Laura's "Recovery from Life" challenge.
Categories:
pushing, lost love, love, recovery
Form:
Narrative