Best Really Cool Poems
LOVE ANGER DEATH AND GUILT
Blog was A young girl who was
Still at school
Everyone loved Blog, she
Was nobody’s fool,
In fact her peers regarded as really cool.
She was determined to learn,
Her mom an alcoholic and her dad
Hooked on drugs,
She was determined to take a stern
Turn in her life, her brother also in jail,
She tried harder and harder, she was
She not going to fail!
She finished school and graduated with
Excellent grades for college,
By now an eighteen year old,
With a surplus of knowledge!
She was popular from the start,
And met a wonderful young man
Brad, who was the love of her life,
Cupid sent an arrow like a dart,
Straight through Blog’s heart!
Within months they became a
Well known item,
They were always together
From Christmas day when
They met, until the
Following Autumn.
But something was troubling Blog,
Brad seemed to be too friendly
With Beverly,
At every
Spare moment that they got,
They were together,
He seemed to be infatuated with
Her a lot!
However,
Brad and Blog were still together
And spoke of becoming engaged,
But one day Blog saw Brad kiss Bev
On the cheek,
At this she became totally outraged!
She had failed an exam, and now this,
What a week!
Blog was going to speak to
Brad that same night,
At her house on a bench outside,
She knew the moon would be bright.
But something dreadful happened
That wasn’t right,
Blog felt an omen, a bad vibe came
Over her, the phone rang, it was Beverly
She just cried and cried,
On his way to Blog, Brad collided
With another car and instantly died!
Blog was devastated, so shocked
Yet not a tear.
She felt guilty that she thought bad
Of Brad,
After his funeral having a cup of tea
With Beverly, Blog understood
Beverly was Brads cousin,
She wanted to get up and flee,
so embarrassed was she,
Now she cried tear after tear!
Brad and I held a secret from you,
Said Bev, we were planning a second
Year anniversary party for you two!
But it wasn’t to be,
Bev and Blog looked up at a starry sky,
And Saw a star twinkle, Brad would wink
With his right eye,
Which secretly between
Blog and Brad, meant I love you,
Her wink was bad, as she sent a message
Back to Brad - I love you too!
SHE’s COMING AGAIN!
There’s a chill in the air
There’s a word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
She was gone, bells were tolled
But the body’s not cold
For she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
It was safe to suppose
She was due to be crowned
Then a young wizard rose
Had them all spellbound
With a look really cool
Like a kid from high school
But she came back again
Yes she came back again
Then she’d surely reside
In a white stately home
She’d the right, qualified
With two X chromosomes
She’d be in with a song
What could ever go wrong
She was coming again
She was coming again
But an old wizard now
With a strange style of hair
Took the stage took a bow
And with her almost there
She was pipped at the post
Cross the states, coast to coast
She was numbing again
And succumbing again
Without power came the crash
Sans connections she’d plied
Then the flow of the cash
Disappeared, nearly dried
So she needs to dispense
With some new influence
So she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
Feel the chill in the air
Hear the word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep
So you thought she’d depart
With a stake through the heart
No she’s coming again
Yes she’s coming again
6 August 2018
Since Kash revealed "her" secret, I have turned red.
All day I cried onto the pillow on my bed.
I think the whole true awful tale needs to be said.
A tragedy! I now feel like a blunderhead.
And though she is a vixen, I have to say I led
Kash on that “love rail” with me. Bold-spirited,
with lustful Soupmail, eagerly I visited
this "lass", who seems so manly! Lies had been fed
to me by her. She’s not a man, and I misread
her amorous responses. All my hope has fled!
There’s more! I’m gay. My real name's Andrew. Now with dread
I face the fact I can’t have Kash. My poor heart’s dead.
(I decided I better put an explanation here because I wrote this more than a year
ago for a contest in which we were supposed to write a poem that could be either
a lie or the truth. After Kashinath, my good friend and a MAN, wrote a very funny
poem proclaiming himself a woman, this was my way of doing a fictional poem in
response to his funny contest entry! OH, the poem of KASH POET is called A SECRET FUNNY TALE, I hope you will read it!)
For Shani Fassbender's really cool contest: Tell Me a Secret
And now for PD's contest: Make me Laugh
Dear DaD,
Please do not think of me and weep.
I did not die on that dim lit street.
I'm the sun that shines on you in a warm loving way.
I'm the son you'll reunite with on some future day.
I'm the young man in your car whom you taught how to drive.
I'm the little boy who looked up to you as I walked by your side.
I'm the sound of children laughing full of happiness and glee.
Do you recall how much I'd laugh when you'd often tickle me?
I'm all those Birthdays and Christmas Holidays that you never forgot.
You would shower me with presents whether I was a good boy or not.
I know that you miss me, that's why I show up
in your dreams as a child or sometimes grown up,
but after the dream has ended, you awaken feeling sad.
Perhaps this will cheer you up.
You Were The Greatest Dad I Could Have Ever Had.
You took me out camping and taught me how to swim.
We'd race and play games and you'd always let me win.
You took me bike riding every morning before school.
All my friends used to tell me, "Your dad's really cool."
I'm all of those bright blue eyed boys that you occasionally see
who all seem to have a striking resemblance of me.
So please Dad, don't ever think of me and cry.
My Presence Is All Around You.
I will never die.
Your Loving Son Always,
Michael
05/04/1974 - 10/27/1991
You Will Never Be Forgotten
You Will Always Be Loved
Rest In Peace My Beloved Son
"To the one held responsible and accountable for my son's death.
To the one responsible for taking my son's last dying breath.
To the one who caused so much misery and sorrow to your family and mine.
To the one found guilty of manslaughter who has now served his time.
If you are truly remorseful, then I've only one last thing to say to you.
If you are truly remorseful then I Forgive you."
One day I found this really cool web site!
Of all names it is called
"Poetry Soup!"
It's a place to write
and post all of your poems-
WOW!....
Man, was I thrown for a loop!!!
There are so many poems
to write and to read-
"Will I EVER have enough time???"
I mean....
there's sonnets and prose,
"what's a kyrielle???"....
a quatrain???....
and there's so, so many rhymes!!!
Each and every poem
is artistically done
and everyone has so much to say!
They even have a place
where you can turn poems
INTO ART!!!....
and you can post at least
"10" per day!!!
A whole new appreciation
for the written word
has developed
and has it's moments!
The support
that's given and received
on this site
is reflected
in a place called
"comments!"
So in being around
such great talent
as this,
where inspiration
can truly be drawn,
PLEASE....if I may,
I've just one thing to say....
"Write On To You Poets--
Write On!!!
(WTA-IV)
I have the ability to be really cool
An' a capability to be evil cruel
I play it straight while acting the fool.
I am a thief, and a saint
I'll weep when I take
Try and keep some restraint.
I'm never the same man, two days just a chance
I change my name more than you change your pants
If life is a game, who now must dance.
Life is what you want it to be
It helps to have multiple personality
Someone to change into, when I'm sick of being me
Don't wanna be chained to, just being Me.
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work to rule the day.
Why wasn’t the boy toting behind someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill, underground, protected them perfectly as shown, every day.
Not adding to the hive was a horrible crime, none would ever display.
The ant knew all would be perfect, if everyone did their job, and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
Inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see:
You can’t expect others to live lives, how you want them to be.
Each was adding to their different worlds, only they could see.
One building for a smaller, singular hive, the other the hive of mankind, you see.
Each in their own way: truly cast a long shadow to fill… an important need.
The wind I rode was a northeastern gale
With a downpour of sleet and balls of hail
Wind at my face, plummeted with ice
Whore for a friend, needle for a vice
I was as lost inside as a soul could be
As the war forever raged inside of me
I once blamed the Lord for my fate
I was full of anger and living on hate
Then one day something happened to me
I said, “Forgive me Lord and he set me free.”
My body blasted with tattoos of hate
I accepted the Lord and changed my fate
Since then my life has been really cool
Bought me a home and returned to school
I love my children and adore my wife
God has blessed me with a wonderful life
And I’m positive these words are true
God’s there waiting to do the same for you
I love you more than chocolate
Your actions are so sweet
I think you are a super guy and one I’d love to meet
Tall or short, dark or fair it matters not to me
I think you are amazing and other people here agree
I’ve told my hubby all about you
He thinks your poems are really cool
My hubby he’s a diamond - a very precious jewel
So when you’re on your world tour just take a little time
To meet up for a cup of tea – I think we’d get on fine
19th November 2015
Linky is really cool
He teaches at a school
Linky has swag
but he does not brag
Linky is the best
So we do well on the test
Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity
Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections
Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts
Egos and racers can't go right I guess
Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles
An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach
Remember not to speak out loud when spinning out
Bars you visit frequently should serve booze for two
Earl is what you named your car and it gets thirsty too
Hide Beers from police when moving fast in traffic
If stopped, blame Earl for speeding
No other excuse will do
Don't look confused in headlights either
Bad things happen when you defile your old car
And turn it in to the local police for drinking
Racing in public is against the law and so is peeing
Shift to low gear before you take your car to jail
Created this Acrostic poem on 6/13/16 for “Rusted And Busted” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Casarah Nance
I wish that I was a born a man
I‘d drink beer straight out of a can
I’d play football and darts
Laugh about smelly farts
And not bother about a spray tan
My motor would be very flash
A Ferrari would cost lots of cash
I would not have a care
About my balding hair
I’m loaded, can afford to be brash
I’d develop a really cool swagger
Strut about like singer Mick Jagger
With my huge beer belly
I’d lounge by the telly
If wifey moaned then I’d just bag er!
Fiction write
Inspired by I wish I was a Contest Sponsored by Viv Wigley
3/5/18
This poem waswrote with my granddaughter in mind.
CRAZY HATS
I wore a crazy hat to school today.
Everyone starred at me with nothing to say.
Then they asked where did you get that hat.
Surprised I said I got it from a red,white cat.
I wore the crazy hat so everyone would see.
What a special friend I could be.
So I wore a crazy hat one day to school.
All the kids said that crazy hat is really cool.
Teresa Skyles
"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before"
"Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host
Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost
The best place for them is in the lunar craters
Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator"
"Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised
All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived
For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain
Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain"
"Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig
Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig
We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention"
"This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play
The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day
Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds
Music is our medicine in six speaker surround"
"In between sounds to the kitchen we head
Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed
We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste
But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste"
"For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock
AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops
We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie"
Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy"
"We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads
But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread
It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school
Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool"
"Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this
Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss
I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down
Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns"
My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him.
Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.
Serving a Great Church? Or a Great God?
There’s a church nearby I was invited to come to…
I was told; “this is a great church!” It’s really cool!”
“We have a great pastor that preaches a great sermon!”
“We have great people too..” “This is most certain!”
“You’re invited to a service that is really great.”
“It last one hour so make sure you’re not late.”
“You’ll find a great service in just one hour!”
“You’ll have a great time.” “And will feel God’s power.”
“The worship is great too!” “The music will stir your soul!”
“Getting more people into our building is our goal!”
I thought; “In this great church, is something missing?”
In this “greatness…” What kind of life are we giving?
What does scripture say about Christ’
body’s purpose and meaning?
Are we focused on God? Or what gives us
a “good feeling?”
Holiness and repentance must be our
daily goal and passion…
Being sold out to Christ
may seem “old fashioned.”
I’d rather have Jesus than the
“greatness of a church” any day.
I’ll love and worship HIM…
No matter that others say!
May we all return to our first love...
Jesus must be our lord!
It’s in heaven where we need to have
our treasures stored!
I seek the greatness of our God!
And I worship his mighty name!
With him in church..…
Things will never be the same!
By Jim Pemberton 12/01/11