Best Reads Poems
Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use words repeatedly,
repeat you see,
repeatedly.
We'll use that as the chorus,
it's easy and thoughtless,
lets build a rhyme fortress
with verse summersaultus,
not a word but I don't care,
eating apples grapes and pears,
seeking angles of praise from flair,
story starts now take a chair.
Out in public with clothes removed,
I've had this dream but now it's true,
a dude that's nude and on the move,
without a pube all in plain view,
swing it like a helicopter,
round and round 'til someone stops ya,
grab some weed and party poppers,
run down streets to dart from coppers,
drinking aftershock that shocks ya,
always after the shot has docked ya,
stick your head between some knockers,
wake up thick lipped at the doctors.
(Chorus)
Write it like a conversation,
it might give it a new dimension,
in that last verse you forced the rhyme,
of course that's fine in this rap rhyme,
'cus rap is rhyme it's rhyme they rap,
that is a fact a fact is that,
by it's nature rap is rhyme,
if it reads like a rap then it reads like a rhyme,
does that mean always rhyme is rap,
of course it isn't it's less than that,
now that sounds mean,
what do you mean,
rap rhymes are rhymes and rap,
rhymes just rhyme they're not rap,
well what's this verse then is it rap?
No my friend this verse is crap,
I hope they remember this is a conversation,
they're not reading you lost their attention.
(Chorus)
A third verse now this is long winded,
it's forced and pointless poets cringing,
get back to the story,
now you were knocked out,
yes and I remember nowt,
then what the hell's this rhyme about,
it's like a selfie with lips that pout,
no one cares except the poser,
that means no one notes the nose hair,
wrap this up it's going nowhere,
rap it up like you're a rapper,
this poem keeps on getting crapper,
no one's read as far as here,
in this worse rhyme you've wrote all year,
at least it flows like hip hop songs,
it flows with flow its flow is strong,
to flow like this use words not long,
here's the chorus lets sing along.
(Chorus)
it reads like a hip hop
POTD 17/10/2018
Categories:
reads, hip hop, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
Categories:
reads, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
July 16, 2014- Inspiration for
"When No One Reads"
When no one reads, keep writing
right now just might not be the right time.
Poets are currently considered
lowest of low, scum of slums
but that doesn't mean things will always be this way.
Be patient growing your poet trees
persistent,
doing it for the right reasons
dredge that sludge of truth stuck deep within your gut.
Get it out, get words down
just don't try so hard
and please pay no attention to those lacking appreciation for your goddamned art.
When no one reads
please...keep writing.
Categories:
reads, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, society,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Iambic Pentameter, a long name for a poetic form
that's popular. It does resemble basic normal speech
with cadences that flow with ups and downs.
This cadence marches to the count of feet; just five
per line makes up the rhythmic flow. But, fore and
aft those special beats of five, an unstressed count
falls in between each one that's stressed.
Ten syllables, five stressed and five unstressed, makes
up each line. But still another rule, line one and three
must match their ending sound; lines two and four,
with different words, must rhyme together too.
Here's how Iambic Pentameter flows with ups and down:
da DA da DA da DA da DA da DA
The cadence's pleasant to the human ear; just need to
chose your syllables real well.
Iambic forms are special tools for me;
their rhythmic patterns mold words into shape.
Like guarded gates, they hold the imagery
and keep it tight so it does not escape.
The strict iambic forms do challenge me;
strong rhyme and meter shape my poetry.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Reads Like Music - Haibun Look
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 08/05/2018
Categories:
reads, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Quietly whispered
Receiving silent
Emotions kept
Laughing yet
Without voices
Just shown teeth
Thus a funny, the silent poem speaks
QUIETLY WHISPERED THE SILENT POEM
SPEAKS AS HE READS A BOOK
THE PEOPLE LAUGH AND LOOK
7/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
reads, funny, repetition, silence, silly,
Form:
Free verse
Hortense Reads a Romance Novel
By Elton Camp
The cover picture is easy to understand
Beautiful woman with bare-chested man
Into her lusty eyes he does peer
Their intentions are quite clear
It’s a book designed only to sell
So needn’t be written very well
Sexual scenes loosely connected
From such drivel is expected
Unrealistic expectations it arouses
As the couple bawdily carouses
Perhaps I have no right to bash
Say only a loser reads such trash
Since I’ve never read a single one
How can I say they’re not fun?
At least it gives Hortense a thrill
And, for her, it must fill the bill
Categories:
reads, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
She reads my poems
So I thought I'd give her something good to read
Dark long haired beauty
even though she threatens
to cut it real short on me
It doesn't really matter
she makes me laugh
I forget all about it
while she's taking off my pants
this isn't romance
if the circumstances were
different than it could be
We try so hard not
to complicate things
but I'm living in the moment
so who really cares what it is
such intensity in her eyes
whenever she stares at me
young, free and wild
and just a touch of crazy
I love the way she kisses my mouth
and if my walls could talk
they could tell you many things.
She says she wears Britney spears curious
and it's funny because she smells curious to me
soccer playing, guitar stringing, acting and singing kind of girl.
One days she's gonna rock the socks off someone's world.
When she reads this poem I hope she doesn't get creeped out
I bottle up so much of this ***** in order for it not to seep out.
No need to worry your pretty little head about this
because this is just a poem.
Just wanted to let you know
that your awesome.
Categories:
reads, happiness, life, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
11:08pm on Christmas Eve
The wind howls
And tears over the snow covered landscape
Buffeting the brown stalks
Of dried weeds
Whose heads reach up
Out of the snow
A last gasp for air
In a failed attempt
To live
Trees stand
Dark figures in the night
To obstruct the winds path
A half moon shines
Through faint wisps
Of silvery clouds
To add light
To the nights darkness
The orange glow
Of a single streetlight
Contends
With the silver moonlight
No living creatures to be seen
The wind picks up force
As the clock now reads
11:14pm
Categories:
reads, nature, time,
Form:
Free verse
We are God's stories--
His novels,poems, plays...
Some of us are short stories,
lives brief but poignant,
perhaps more so than
those who are long, winding novels.
A few are sonnets, stellar,
like bright shooting stars streaking
silently across the infinite
night-black sky....
Fewer still become grand epic poems
that all know of but few ever read.
Some march as soldiers of war
or fortune or hope in histories
written with a divine pen.
Others strut about, comics
in the farce of their lives.
The sad ones play tragedy,
till they can finally awaken.
And the babies are haiku,
evoking a moment in time
yet eternal nonetheless.
Categories:
reads, analogy, celebration, imagery, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I can't talk to you because I'm afraid of what you'll say
I'm scared of your reaction.
If I tell you how I really feel
I'm afraid you'll walk away.
I want you here, I don't want you to leave
But this anxiety is killing me
We fight, we argue
But those feelings of stress are temporary
I want, I crave your body in every single way.
And when we are together I am in bliss.
I hate to see you upset, angry or stressed.
But you have to talk to me and tell me why your mad
Or we will end up a mess
We come from two different worlds
So of course sometimes we will clash.
I'm afraid of the future
You've made me forget about my past
Its been heaven and hell with you
I have to put my faith in you
And you have to trust me too.
I don't want to argue.
I want you happy even if its not with me.
So please baby communicate with me.
Categories:
reads, confusion, forgiveness, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
'C-an you read my mind? '
A-s the Superman song goes;
T-hink anything you want,
H-eavenly Father truly knows.
E-ternal God reads your mind,
R-ecognizing your thought from the sky;
I-deas cannot be hidden,
N-ot even your memory's
E-ye.
P-lan is perfectly clear,
E-ven opinion is not far behind;
N-ew day seventeenth of May,
A-lmighty God reads your mind.
Categories:
reads, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Wordle has become a world phenomenon,
Every day, another word is added on.
For some, this game is merely a pastime,
But for others, the score is bet on a dime.
Originally, Wordle was unknown, uncharted territory.
New York Times now claims this newfound glory.
Today, when you type that 5-letter word,
Reads is an option not to be ignored.
Categories:
reads, games, internet,
Form:
Rhyme
The teacher reads,
Her lips, forming words out of erotic movements
Her face, sharing handfuls of emotions
Her words, hypnotizing
Her eyes, racing back in forth,
running up and down each paragraph.
And the teacher reads,
My focus is broken,
Floating gently past the clouds in my head
My eyes wander, loose and drunken with boredom
My mind, indulging in the sweet fantasy of her fruits
Thoughts, the kind that if the preacher found out
He'd "send me back to mother in a cardboard box..."
And the teacher reads,
My surroundings come back to life,
materializing before my eyes
A cold drop of sweat,
rolling down my neck,
brings me back to reality
And there's the bell.
Categories:
reads, teacher, me, teacher,
Form:
To assume the
stage
takes a lot of nerve
To get up in front of a
crowd
And read what you have
written
is something which requires
a little "chutzpah"
But if the time is right
It's a good thing to do
Let the light hidden
in the words
Shine on the awaiting public
You only have a little time
here anyway
So give them your perspective
Your outlook on things
If the time is right
and if the ears
are perceptive
then you will
see subtle changes
The future is an unknown quantity
But if we share - if we share
then we will see
that meaning comes through
and the small light kindled
may light the way
to the next dawn
Categories:
reads, art, inspirational, on writing
Form:
Crescent moon was a tiny bit chilly on pink clouds tonight
He got his warm cozy crocheted afghan and turned on the light.
Sweet baby star Dory stopped by to listen to a good story.
Crescent was happy to accommodate sweet little Dory.
Categories:
reads, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme