Best Reck Poems
Believe not in lies in this, a time of deceiving, for;
Far too soon, would run fair chance, with sidence; its errant way.."
I've heard ears of clay. will oft 'reck not of the hour;
Though sun-gold were to fall, in its bursts and showers;
As would molten fables.. 'Cross ripening fields of wheat,
And so must I now on alone to dance??
Ee'n whithin these daze, of fruitful summer sweet??
Sparing not even the seconds glance.."
Oh." but bring to me your eagerness fleet,
For tis the very richness in its flower.
“Come.! Pare with me scripts each day; and hour."
With your honesty a sustenance; step into every inference.."
That waiting beauty be not kept at bay..!
copyright Joe Maverick 2012
Categories:
reck, inspirational, me,
Form:
Verse
This old car written by a parky ,
I have a friend Denitia
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in
We decided to have some fun
In an old reck of a car
So off we went
With tools in hand to find this old car.
This car was for the crusher
It had no seats or wheels
But we put our heads together
And started to build
We worked on this old car all day
And found some good old wheels
We sorted out the puncher
And polished up the steel
They all come up such a treat
All sparkling with a gleam
And then when we looked with in the car
There was no seats to be seen
So of we went to have a fined
And there to our amaze
Was an old pink push chair
That will do as a seat
We needed a front seat
So that we could drive
She put it in excitedly
And decided she would drive
We realised it need a battery
And found one on the ground,
We checked it out
and to our surprise
It started up the car
We both jumped in, And of we went
Not knowing we're to go
And this old car went chugging along
And never let us down
The radio was blaring
The music so much fun
We sang along in rhythm
To the 70 s songs
We followed along the rd
And vagus did we find
It was all lit up and all aglow
With beautiful fairy lights
We parked the car,And wondered around
We had so much fun that night
There were saloons and bars
And dancing to ,all through the night
We had so much fun,We wanted to stop
But had to get on our way
We wondered back to the car
But we had lost our way
We both could not remember ,
were we parked the car
This poor old cars gone missing
It's a jaguar
It's blue and brown ,
it has got lots of rust
And has a beautiful pink drivers seat,
It sing all the songs that you can sing
All from the 70s
So if you find a car , that's blue and brown
And lots of rust you see
And that it's a jaguar
That sing along to the 70s
Please look after this old car
It's to good to be crushed
It won't never let you down
Even though it's full of rust
But we have never found it
It's gone from our minds
We just hope that one day
We will hear it coming by
We listen out for the 70s
The songs we so enjoyed
And prohaps one day we will remember
We're we left the car
Sue gage
Categories:
reck, car,
Form:
Free verse
Cunningly, you have posted yourself right next to me
PRIME LOCATION amidst the busy traffic and the many neighbours to even stop and notice the difference
With wicked eyes you survey my every movement, waiting for the PRIME time to make your move.
You grab at every opportunity to relinquish me of my possessions.
You delight in my unhappiness.
You delight in lies.
Privately or openly you laugh at my mishaps.
In my absence you rejoice with your friends, thinking of ways to sink your claws deeper, thinking of ways to ruin my reputation, thinking of ways to reck my life, you my so-called friend.
You don't want my life, it's dull or rather BORING, yet you don't want me to live my life
because it makes me too content.
Possessions, Fame, "THE LIME LIGHT" that's what you are after.
You don't even care if you rob the pauper.
Categories:
reck, life, people, sad, me,
Form:
Free verse
The Boomerang Effect...
I thought it was all talk & none sense!
Until, I reap what I sowed.
An its a given u must pay what u owe!
Might not be today, tomorrow, or even a year from now.
But the seeds that we plant always manifest out the ground!
Like this one Kat...a dam fool that live by the gack!
A brother with no respect 4 his fellow man & known 4 stabbing ppl in the back!
Like a reck that's fatal...he didn't even see it coming.
He hit a lick 4 a brick...a week later the ppl that he robbed caught him & shot him in the back while he wae running!
Do un 2 others as thou want done 2 thee.
An what's good 4 the next... doesn't mean its good 4 me!
What goes up... must come down!
An what u do 2 ppl...eventually... will come back around!...The Boomerang Effect!
Categories:
reck,
Form:
My eyelids flutter open
As my face is warmed by the sun
Yet the cool damp air keeps me still
My brown hair is matted down
I stretch out my arms
High above my head warming up the cold muscles
Slowly rotating my sore ankles
Squeezing my eyes shut and then reopening them to the world
The lake still and peaceful
Crystal reflecting in the sunshine
The fog risen from last evening
Yet still just lingering unseen between the trees
A sugary sweet pine scent fills my nose
And it all comes back
The phone call
Every word of heart aching news
"swerved, reck, dead..."
Dead, no mom or dad left
I'm here alone
No one to comfort me
New tears roll down my sticky cheeks
And I just lie there
Lie there and wait
For what I don't know
No one will find me, or knows where I am
No one to worry about me anymore
I just lay there in the misty morning
Because I'm probably less alone out here
Then back where no one needs me...
Categories:
reck, sadme,
Form:
Free verse
I am a careless reck
No one I talk to actually knows me
How many times have I felt isolated, alone?
And yet all is as it should be
From me to you to everyone and anyone
We fill our own roles in life
Wether it's a hero, or friend, or whatever else
Silent tombs cradle unanswered heartfelt questions
Who are they, will I choose to help or shall I walk away?
I'm a leader but I also follow
I am happy but also so saddened
Mystery upon mystery pile up and up so high that I can't see the top
Who's willing to climb it as I will try?
When I reach it's peak then I'll be victorious
For now I must endure and progress with each passin day
Brethren, Sisters, we can and will make it!
Categories:
reck, life
Form:
You asked me to write you a poem and I
could not. Instead I wrote my heartfelt
confession... please except this into your
mind, inject this into your spirit and rest
peacefully with this black thought of the
purest black love for it is true. Let it shine
light upon u in your darkest hours... rest
with solitude upon my words for my pen
bleeds a beautiful art of expression for
u...my life source an undying promise to
continue through it all. I can't elude you.
There is No escaping for your essence is
everywhere! In every symphony of notes...
royal like that the color purple crowned
king. In the light of candles... even within
it's siloette casting images of us colliding.
In the darkness of my eyelids stirring the
potion of memories... in the glow from the
world outside my window penetrating
through them, birds singing they're
praises to Allah and do I give thanks for
this union. You are in the silence and the
humility. The salt of tears, trials and and
tribulations. In smiles YES.. I remember
you always. The laughter and the pain
too... who said it would be easy? Certainly
not with something this taboo. Deep
breathing and eye contact u pierce my
soul. Clinched fist as we ignite the room
we're sexual elements oh the fire we
make. Complexity... we are divided but
together... with me when your away...why
does it hurt but feel so good? What have u
done to me? Physically fearless but an
emotional reck. I'm into u but over you.
Want but never have... a beautiful
struggle. Keeps us trying but denying,
dividing ourselves unto
ourselves....selfish! Stubborn. Your
compelling energy causes me to drop
down to my knees... I aim to please my
king... forever honored to serve thee, your
submissive queen or whomever u need
me to be. You asked me to write a poem
but I cannot. Instead I give you this
realization... u are within the deepest parts
of me never to be removed. And no matter
where we stand in life, together or apart,
high or low, with love or anger, or even
from the opposite side of the looking
glass. On earth or perhaps on crescent moon,
I am with u. Just go within these words
anytime u need to feel loved and then to
me....so words come to life.
Categories:
reck, tribute, , black love,
Form:
Free verse
Hello, I’ve untangled the hell, I say hello I’ve abandoned the fail made sense of the past at long long last understand the collapse I’ve remembered the cracks the water weighed down from taps I’ve turned them back no trickle to kickle no threat I’ll drown in fact I’m running naked through town chanting loud made sense of what pulled me down gave me a frown naked where’s my gown oh sod it I’ll let it all hang out swing around I’m a happy man with a direction a perfection foundation e reck shon eruption stand proud what caused the depression no longer a mystery set me free I’m nude I’m happy and yes this is me growing bigger bulky and long good I figure double meaning innuendo but who cares my friendo invento words a very strange verse I was in trouble now it’s meet its end though bad English bad grammar so happy it doesn’t matter 13 years I'll talk cow pat I’m now back!!!
Categories:
reck, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
My muddled heavy head
Is a sticky royal red
pulsing deeper than the
windshield shards that open
troughs in tingling legs
Things are dark
screams like thunder rumbles
and the pavement's baking,
gritty scratch
stands by my quiet struggle
The runny iron on my tongue
erupting from my breaking lungs
is a door to me, and my
road-skinned knees
to ease up this fight
and cease to breathe
Where did I go wrong?
Why is this time's tale?
When did I lose my mind away
and accept to fall and fail?
When did my voice break off
so protesting words would die
When did I avert my eyes,
and let vandals slip inside?
When did I arrive, to a fainting spell
a dismal hell, an empty shell,
a remnant of my former self?
Why has it come to this?
What a tragedy, I have lost my worth
for a raven's dirty feathered girth
The stones have pulled me here
by my ravaged head of hair
to be another spectacle- an accident
my stupid mistakes
spilling from
the glassy reck, bare
Categories:
reck, depression, sad, sorry,
Form:
Rhyme
I totally lost it,
Im totally found.
my lifes so messed up.
my life has been turned around.
Good bye to ya
looking right threw ya.
Looking for a new place to be me.
looking for a new life to start with you,
wondering if it would workout,
No fuse,no fight,
Only happines and delight.
I want to be lost now,
not trying to be found.
all on my own here.
Am I alone here?
Honey,where did you go?
My lifes a reck i miss you so.
looking right at you.
its your choice now.
Dont you love me?
are you above me?
I said i was sorry.
i have been weary,
why dont you come near me?
what did i do know.
was is my know how?
I thought you loved me.
i dont understand.
I got you threw.
honey i loved you,
yet i dont know if i still do.
Categories:
reck, lost love, lost, life,
Form:
ABC
My dreams, my love, my hope could have all died.
My laugh, my cries, with little white lies.
That day could have been my last, leaving with no goodbyes..
The reck made me terrified,
I laid in that hospital bed, there was when i realized.
My mistakes, my fears, i began to cry.
I could have died.... but with all the fear i had, someone showed me it wasnt my time..
Now i wonder, what would have been said, if that day would have been the end.
I now realize i was so lucky and blessed, to be writing this poem,
and living the rest......
Note: Saturday i was in a car reck and i could have died if we would have got hit on the door
but i was so lucky cause God was watching over me.... I did so many things wrong and
reality hit me... literally hit me.. I had to ride in the ambulance and the driver my ex step
dad we think was stoned and b.c of that and not watching i may not have been here today to
write this poem.... This is what i feel.. But im banged up right now and thats about it.. Thank
you for reading this..
Yours Truly.....
-Elizabeth
Categories:
reck, confusionday, me,
Form:
Lyric
Blitzed.Sagging.Worn
Wild waves awash with pain
Bursting all over his frame
Its daggers sharply sending shivers
Right into the heart of his brain
Wilting under the piercing thrusts.
There in the hand of the nurse
Lodged that tender tablet
His temporary respite
And momentary salvation
The oasis promising ease
Calming the rough swells,
Damming the pain
Until the savage seas die down
And a peaceful lagoon looms large
But the storm will rise again
A tale of shipwreck and rescue
This odyssey of torment and release.
When will it ever end?
Categories:
reck, pain, repetition,
Form:
Free verse
Though psyche sundered and cleft,
sans like Earth bereft of moon
with wrack and ruin
please don't ask how I am doin,
especially after natural automotive
wear and tear
found anguish brew'n,
no matter yours truly know win,
there haint no benefit in getting
fit tubby tied emotional state strewn,
yet quite impossible to shuck off,
NOT being affected aghast by loon
nut tick raging
(like an angry red bull)
growing foreboding, looming
large, and grow'n like...June
shadows of late afternoon
madly - swelling the
inside of my head
like a hot air balloon
until...my noggin
feels ready to explode
aside from such lacerating
peace of mind, I reck coon
this chap feels great and aware,
perhaps the silver lining
extant within bare
lee able to cheer
hip...hip...hip hooray,
an unconquerable drear
re: heaviness weighs
down clapping e'er
ambition to relish pickle
yar welcoming more'n a fair
weather friend, though
tis natural inclination to gear
us sin muss
elf within hermetically
sealed within hare
sized rabbit hole, a lair
only large enough
for me, though um...mare
reed man, I don't
want anybody near
just a treasure trove of
multi denominational prayer
books, no matter not
exceptionally religious
just maybe...a rare
salvation (reed deliverance as
lucky sweepstakes winner)
delivered by some
body named Alistair
relieving torturous vice grip tear
ring inside mine wear
re: soul perhaps...for a year.
Categories:
reck, allah, angel, baptism, father,
Form:
Bio
The thunderstorms lighting.
I drive in it even though the rains
coming down hard.
I don't know why
I'm driving in this kind of
weather.
I mean should I pull over?
Should I try to see if
I can handle the thunder storm of rain.
My emotions are feeling sad.
What can I do to let myself be happy.
I drove near bridge. I wonder if I should floor it.
I run off the road.
No body will miss me.
No body will care. If anything happens to me.
I have my license in the car with my purse
and wallet.
I should reck my car.
No one will ever now I'm dead.
I look into the rain outside my car window.
I have found the tears melting into my
car window.
I feel them being salty
although I don't know how
to control this.
My emotions are going out of control.
So I can run off the road.
The rain comes down harder and harder.
The thunder has me crying. So I ask myself
can I handle the pain.
Categories:
reck, age, anxiety, autumn, betrayal,
Form:
ABC
Love is a thump in red dreams
Only to inhaled by silent screams
Gloomy faces will reck havoc
Whip envious soul can have it
Categories:
reck, allegory,
Form:
Rhyme