Best Question Mark Poems
THE QUESTION MARK
Our life-
A question mark it is-
Struggling
Into an exclamation point
To turn
But
After numerous battles against
A series of:
Commas
Semicolons
Colons
Brackets and
Dashes,
Exhausted;
Ends up-
In most cases-
A…period "." to
Be.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 JUNE 2013
Categories:
question mark, life, success,
Form:
Light Verse
Salome just loved gingerbread
But Herod misheard what she said
Who wants a dead head
To bounce in their bed?
So she dashed to the John instead
*Title inspired by Special Character, Ilene Bauer
Categories:
question mark, bible,
Form:
Limerick
More Beautiful With Age?
Do men grow more beautiful ageing?
It may not be fair but seems true,
Some process that’s secretly working
To bring a man’s heart into view.
And women seem openly jealous,
Divining miraculous change,
While counting their wrinkles and skin flaws,
Anticipate worse things downrange.
The male’s role though does have its downsides
Among them are job loss and war,
Through stress we die thirteen years sooner,
And leave behind those we’ve worked for.
But men now approaching their sixties,
Surrender their need to control,
Their chance to advance almost over,
Priority given to soul.
Resigned more to what they’ve accomplished,
Their life’s reputation in hand,
Find time now to reach out to others,
Permission to live off the land.
But women it seems are less happy,
Still struggling to keep things in check,
Their children successfully launched now,
The mothers still fearing shipwreck.
Perhaps it’s the shock of child leaving,
The change much more sudden than man’s,
A man can wind down expectations,
Has more time to rearrange plans.
Why is there a different stature,
This gap between woman and man?
A woman’s life still gets less credit,
Though BOTH wilt in life’s frying pan.
At times it seems all about money
Is anyone happy with that?
If money is life’s final answer
Oh, let me just die in the fat*
There always are men who are scoundrels,
That doesn’t mean all guys are bad,
And women who pop choc’late bonbons,
To punish a world that’s gone mad.
In virtue there’s always decision,
The wise should be happy with that,
There’s one simple truth you can count on,
‘Not easy,’ is life’s caveat.
Disparity is not an answer,
A shipwreck on rocks of life’s shore.
What value there men can be proud of?
Guys! Our gals should be honored more!
Perhaps there are lessons for both here,
A chance to evaluate loss,
Appreciate gifts that are given,
Remind ourselves God is true Boss!
Brian Johnston
August 24, 2014
Poet’s Notes:
* ‘out of the fat and into the fire’ is an English idiom that implies that in trying to
escape a little heat (in the fat - responsibility perhaps) one can fall out of the pan and
wind up directly in the fire (most certainly worse).
Categories:
question mark, age,
Form:
Rhyme
(Monkey Shines on Typewriter)
Monkey dreams, sex, more sex,
Banana nice too,
Once in a while!
Tastes better though
When cute butt peels for me
Too much rain,
Smell like stale carpet
Who will groom me now?
Something big comes,
Sure not stinky me!
Haul my ass up tree!
Dominant males
Chest thumping braggarts
Really stink I think!
Whoo Whoo Whooee!
Cute butt three trees over!
Maybe she wet too
No notice stinky me
Mistake me for brother
Until too late! Whooee!
Oh Wow! (thumping chest!)
Sweet, sweet, sweet, treat!
Was it good for you too cute butt?
Oh yes, right there!! Hmmmm!
You can groom me anytime!
Brian Johnston
November 1, 2014
Poet’s notes:
This poem started out as a joke on my current poetry contest that has the Challenge Title – ‘Words – The Heart of Imagination.’ I asked myself if monkeys have no words, but do have imagination like Bri Edwards claims to have in his poem (even without words), and I was translating these mental images in a monkey’s brain into English words as a kind of poem, what would it look like?
Bride You, Groom Me also brings to mind the famous line from the first Tarzan movie after Tarzan saves the beautiful blond Jane from certain death and takes her to his home in the trees swinging on vines with Jane over his shoulder..... He says 'Me Tarzan, you Jane!' Surely the greatest understatement of all time!
Categories:
question mark, fun, love, lust, ,
Form:
Blank verse
Why do so many
overlook the syllables
is that not haiku?
Categories:
question mark, on writing and words
Form:
Haiku
Limerick(question mark)
Jack asked Jill out on a date
Jill felt that with their names it was her fate
Jack splurged and took Jill to Dairy Queen
For his favorite chili-cheese-onion, foot long
Gaseousness Jack had not foreseen
Despite the crappy meal,
Jill enjoyed Jack's life lived with zeal
The couple started with some sweet foreplay
Then Jack thought he was smart
His plan was working thus far
If he could just clench his butcheeks his fart he could hold
Jill feeling the queen of Jack's car
Jack was feeling lucky so he went for second base
Losing his bowel control with post haste
And Jill watched Jack's ass explode
Categories:
question mark, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
There once was a foxy young poet,
With a lawn and no one to mow it.
So she rustled some ewes,
And then ate them in twos -
And as for the grass, she’ll re-grow it.
Categories:
question mark, food
Form:
Limerick
Homage to Catalonia?
Policeman wielding batons or shedding a welled up tear,
Flag waving populace or staying home in fear,
State defence of self, or defending an historic lie,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Turning out to vote, or disobedient serf,
Democratic abuser or defending right of birth,
Violent state repression or debating reasons why,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Hurried lines drawn on maps or quite beyond the pale,
Land up for rental or permanently for sale,
Freedom of expression or state to look and pry,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
Part of bigger state, or standing on your own,
Wired in kit at home, or mobile telephone,
Going with a third, or vote not home and dry,
Should we pay homage, or should we just weep and cry?
©Keith Murphy
Categories:
question mark, conflict, confusion, freedom, international,
Form:
Couplet
Write a poem of love?
Aye, aye, aye.
(Sigh)
I'll try....
It's like trying to recall a violent crime.
Describe the incident.
Details, be specific.
My body shakes.
Tears flow uncontrollably.
Who did this to me?
A police shows potential suspects,
questions my best guess.
I gaze at the faces, blankly.
Quite frankly, each looks the same:
a cruel man without a name.
So there becomes my frame---
They ARE all the same.
To ALL them is my blame.
A bitter woman I became,
claiming rapists among the tame.
You're one. So are you, and you, too.
Closed heart. Fearful, angry view.
Convicting the innocent.
Condemning them,
so the one possessing my torn out heart
still held it
in prison.
I waited for their impending death.
Instead I died.
I died inside.
Where is love?
Help me find
a safe place to hide .
Categories:
question mark, anger, betrayal, heartbroken, lost
Form:
Free verse
What love means when there is no trust in love,
What trust means when there is no understanding,
Your the first person I know with a smile,
A smile of yours make me melt,
Beginning with happiness,
Middle with hurtness,
Ending with a question mark,
I do get you but my heart still in a mess about you,
You're not a straightforward person,
Keeping more than telling,
You want to know about the person,
But you dont let others to know about you,
You want to meet a person,
But you're not prepare to meet,
You are in rush but you manage to make it look as you're in cool temperature,
You are still curious about the person,
But never stop asking from her,
What in you but not in others,
What is in others but not in you?
Categories:
question mark, change, character, emotions, hope,
Form:
Free verse
The two for one price deal read “Open here”
with slick dotted lines and sharp arrows clear.
But false perforations
foiled nails, teeth and patience.
Surrendered, she opted for pop tab beer.
Categories:
question mark, natural disasters, recovery from...,
Form:
Limerick
Welcome to this "risk"-taking game of "life."
Choose a blue companion peg, or snag a pink wife,
or ride "solitaire" through this "scrabble"d "mousetrap,"
or add so many kids that they stack on your lap.
Enjoy the terrible twos and the "crazy eights,"
for they go by faster when they're wearing skates.
For love and career there's no "perfect match,"
but when you find what works best, it's best to attach.
If you start "hearing things," ignore the "mad gab."
Speak only kindness, giving gossipers a silent jab.
If you have no "clue" what you want to do for a career,
I'll "connect 4" or more options and list them here:
You can file by "sequence" in your "Rubik's cube"-icle,
using the "5 second rule" if food lands on your shoe buckle.
It may "boggle" your "cranium" to crunch numbers all day.
Would you rather be an "operation"al doctor for the pay?
As a farmer you could "pick up stix" in the field,
and compare "apples to apples" for the ripest yield.
If you're a prosperous hunter or a taxidermist,
you can display your "rack-o" antlers, with furry epidermis.
The "trouble" is there are many options to choose.
In this game of "life," sometimes you tie --- a child's shoes.
Categories:
question mark, fun, funny, games, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
"What is truth?" Pilate plainly asked,
if a relative lens is one's looking glass.
What's right for you is different for me.
We haven't the same perfect eyes to see.
Do we seek to define our own,
when who could know truth but God alone?
How can one know which truth is right,
if holding a broken glass and not viewing with light?
How do we know God really exists?
The answer's written on our fingerprints.
We are made in His perfect image,
but the curse of sin reveals the damage.
A moral conscience is painted within.
It becomes more tainted the more we sin.
Where is the standard, if our conscience is led?
Some are soft, while others are hardened.
It's okay to murder the innocent,
an ignorant mob was convinced.
The Bible says murder's a sin.
Is it THE Word, or a cultural spin?
Jesus claims," I am THE way, THE truth, THE life."
But people sometimes give this strife.
What sets Him apart from all the others?
He's the only one that saves without works.
God came down, as Jesus in humility.
He reaches to us, while others seek to reach.
Who is this God people try to understand?
What is our purpose, and what is His plan?
Seek His Word to learn, and listen through prayer.
Is truth found in Jesus, or elsewhere?
"What is truth?" people still ask today.
Where are you going, and who leads the way?
Categories:
question mark, creation, god, jesus, life,
Form:
Couplet
Can you hear the water in the creek,
Can you see the tears that stain my cheek,
Can you feel the pain that I can’t speak,
Can you?
Can you appreciate my art,
Can you divine what’s in my heart,
Can you imagine us apart,
Can you?
Can you breathe me, just inhale,
Can you see behind the veil,
Can you drink from this lost grail,
Can you?
Can you never treat me like a toy,
Can you see the man inside the boy,
Can you let me fill your heart with joy,
Can you?
Can you always enjoin my smile,
Can you persist the extra mile,
Can you my slip-ups not compile,
Can you?
If these small things you can do,
God! Please take my IOU,
There’s no doubt I will be true,
To you.
Brian Johnston
November 25, 2014
Poet's Notes:
A companion poem to a newly finished poem called 'Let Me!'
Categories:
question mark, god, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Was Ist Los? - Oh, Nothing, Just the Berlin Airlift...
You came into my life one summer's day
the beatnik of a Frauline, caring less
of what society might have to say
than seeking out your inner happiness;
those were the days! Berlin was in a bind
you still had all your tan from South of France
and in your hair, what flowers you could find
but not dressed out for love, it came by chance.
"What's going on?" you said, as our eyes met,
suggesting I might think the same as you,
you seemed just as surprised as I, and yet,
it seemed so natural, the bonding grew.
As freedom roared down from uncertain skies
love came into our world, from where love flies.
The roar of engines fell from overhead
as pilots dropped into that world of yours,
delivering your life--your daily bread,
to show you when it rains, it surely pours;
all your emotions mixed, I caught the feel
you had, that maybe life was fit to live,
you pinched yourself to see if it was real
and still the sky gave out all it could give.
The ships were ev'rywhere--hope made it's call
as my faint heart fell to the will of you,
der Kempf, 'twas ended then, once and for all,
and now you'd see what only love can do.
your question--was ist los--what's going on?
was answered in that break of early dawn.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee B'Dosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
question mark, beauty, girlfriend, history,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets