Best Reservation Poems
You Are Not Invited
--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--
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Silently she swarms in like a leech,
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out
Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves,
I strike, like a pyromaniac --A burning match
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe
A waste in the breeze her insecurities
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,
YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes
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Categories:
reservation, abuse, bullying, deep, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Do not attempt to entertain with bold atrocities.
Do not think us lulled by mind numbing mediocrity.
The past the present meld, turn and burn with brash idiocy.
Unkindness will relent to core spirituality.
The horrors fed to masses freed or chained in lunacy,
will not debase the Grace of His supremacy.
Humanity WILL RISE, preserving the reality,
Not entertained nor lulled by governmental truancy!
Categories:
reservation, political
Form:
Quatrain
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~HAIKU RESERVATION~
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___hello kitty___
pretty and stylish
clean sassy paw print shower
purr-fect flower smell
*****
__sea of stupidity___
life without reason
beauty vanished common sense
follow the leader
*****
___city dreams___
low rise grey sunrise
dusty wind music terror
crystal clear sunset.
*****
___brain storming___
business in the sky
thirst engraved in my sand wall
wishing well compel
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___live bait___
catch me if you can
deep under salty water
aquatic spew smell
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___turtle wax___
twisted fresh smell
beautiful shine in the sun
clear crystal rain X
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___lonely and apart___
an empty kettle
fall like a flower petal
wet window ledge
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___ Margarita Time__
stainless creation
blizzard form from tornado
cold temptations
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___ withdrawals ___
clouds hide down below
my heart, my body, my soul
a certain form lost
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by;p.d.
Categories:
reservation, life, natureflower, flower,
Form:
Haiku
Restricted access keeps us locked up inside where we cannot ever escape
Everywhere we go, white picket fences turn into iron bars and barbed wire
Safe places do not exist anymore
Even the place that we call home has become a barren jail cell of its own
Rising sun now symbolizes another day of pain and sorrow and regret
Vacant fields with no crops are only the first sign of a dying culture
A lie has been built upon the idea of a perfect and happy society
They push us all away, expecting us to live in sanctuary and hold onto our customs
"In God We Trust" they say....
Only where is God in all of this suffering?
Nowhere…..
Categories:
reservation, betrayal, columbus day, community,
Form:
Acrostic
I love you….without reservation
I love you with the fullness of my being….
Heart, soul, mind, body…
I love you without retreat
I love you in full surrender
I love you….without reservation
No IF clauses…
No BECAUSE clauses…
I LOVE YOU...
Without reservation
There is nothing in your power
Nothing that you could possibly do
To make me love you less
To make me want you less
To make me desire you less
To make me want to please you less
To make me adore you less
Nothing….
My love is not conditional
My love is not subject to change
My love is not limited to time
My love is not limited to space
My love is not containable
My love is not in small supply
My love is not subject to defeat
My love is not tainted
I know…
Without the shadow of a doubt
I KNOW
That it is MY love
That will see you through…
Through every nightmare and defeat
Through every broken dream
And through every real and imagined fear
Through every betrayal and heartache
When you give your love away to
Someone undeserving
Yes, even then…
It is MY love
That will see you through every moment of
Every day
Every season
Every year
It will carry you through
To eternity beyond
My love…..I gift to you
WITHOUT RESERVATION!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
reservation, love, me, betrayal, love,
Form:
Free verse
Your reservation has been accepted...
Your itinerary is as follows:
Exec. Bridal suite, rose petal bed...
scented candles, champagne and rose petal bubble bath...
Jazz music...Glass sky-lined, open ceiling...
Room service upon request...
his & hers massage by request only...
Welcome aboard!!!
Categories:
reservation, caregiving, imagination, love, passion,
Form:
You think that,
my favourite time is
taking the pan
and cooking dinner for you....
Its not true....
I have no obligation,
for daily meal preparation,
Further more...
I find no attraction
for your appetite satisfaction..
So therefore,
Lets quickly change the situation
and make a dinner reservation:-)
Categories:
reservation, food, for him, funny,
Form:
Free verse
You didn't make a reservation
I can't believe that's true.
We'll have no bed to sleep in.
Whatever will we do?
My husband had forgotten again.
He started t o look around,
When he saw a sign that promised
A vacancy could be found.
"I think it's a flophouse", he muttered.
I dropped into the leather chair.
There was no way I would sleep in that bed,
And my chair I wouldn't share.
Categories:
reservation, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk through the reservation valley of alcoholic death/
I fear no darkness among my own for the light breathes life on its own through my every breath/ I can no longer fit in for I need to stand out above the rest/
I can no longer follow, I got to be the host of my own because Im tired of being the guest/
I want to be the writer I dont want to be the reader/
I want to be the artist with the brush, I want to create I want to finally be my own leader/
I want to be able to follow society's rules because I am tired of being a cheater/
I want to be the supplier because Im tired of being the seeker/
I guess life is what I make it/ Forgive less as much as I still continue to forsake it/
My life is just a jolt but at times I feel death shake it/ Grab my emotions by the reins and straight earthquake it/ I try and fix my problems until someone comes by and breaks it/
but this is my time because Im still young so this young opportunity in life I must Take it.
I got to hold my head held high from being low/
I got to stay lost until I find my own being my purpose of another young lost soul/
I cannot stop because Im too tired of staying stuck I must stay on go/
This my life now I know it my story waiting to be patiently told/
This my life now I got to let it un fold/ Let it slowly but surely grow/
Im just a hidden bomb waiting for my poetry to blow/
EVERYTHING I DID OR DO IN LIFE NOW IS SOMETHING I CHOSE?
I GOTTA CHANGE BECAUSE I JUST CANT KEEP WALKING THE SAME RESERVATION ROAD.
Categories:
reservation, confusion, death, depression, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Yesterday we had our vaccination,
Developed no hallucinations
And certainly no indications
Of symptoms, as per some perceptions
Feel good we had this vaccination
Giving us some protection,
Was over in a second, no hallucinations,
Or contra indications.
Arm was painful, no more or less, a revelation
2nd phase Pfeizer, need no persuasion
Indeed, a definite exuberant exhilaration,
So many hundreds in the queue, a true illumination.
My heart felt such intense satisfaction,
So many people in line for vaccination
Which is for ours and your protection
Have not a single reservation.
Have this much researched safe vaccination,
One must not tarry, pay great attention
3.5 million people that have died since Covid 19’s inception,
Weigh up the odds, one should have no objection!
Categories:
reservation, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
"No reservation?" I scolded.
"I can't believe that's true.
We'll have no bed to sleep in.
Whatever will we do?
My husband had forgotten again.
He started to turn around
When he saw a sign that promised
A vacancy would be found.
"I think its a flophouse." he muttered.
I dropped into leather chair.
there was no way I'd sleep in that bed,
And my chair I wouldn't share.
Categories:
reservation, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger.
I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to wrap itself around the deadening reality, but the slickness of it is too much to handle.
My mind slips and as a last resort hits the panic alarm. I open my mouth to scream but the poison has worked its way to my throat and burns hotter than the 1000 lakes of fire in hell. I want to grab my neck but my panic stricken mind is unable to reason with my arms to perform even this simple desperate request.
My knees buckle and I trip and fall, backwards I think. Think...thought...thoughts...none are there. Can't think. Brain dead...or close to it. A cold splash, more chilling than the deadly dagger, wakes my brain momentarily, long enough to realize I'm drowning and add that to the list of pain. Still unable to move I throw an upward glance into her eyes.
my last chance, the ice thin line between life and death, in hopes she will toss me a rope, a stick, a smile, anything. As she turns her back, I close my eyes and invite the ominous death that is now seemingly warm from the coldness of her actions.
My mind pieces together a few last thoughts of happiness, of her. The day we met, her smile, her eyes, her laugh, the sound of her voice that my ears welcomed with open doors and arms wide open. The venom and water seem to meet each other simultaneously at my heart as if they had reservations,
I know its time.
With my lungs filled and oxygen gone, body frozen, mind shut down, I miss her. I manage one last smile and mouth the words " I love u."
Categories:
reservation, angst, confusion, death, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
I look at the stars
And I look at the moon
And I know that a life
Awaits me soon
Although I am scared
And my thoughts are a mess
Something is reserved for me
A force I cannot guess
As the past blows ice
And the wind succumbs
My heart beats like
A thousand drums
As I search and I search
For the height of my game
My eyes light a fire
My sadness cannot tame
Categories:
reservation, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry
superman just made a reservation
i am in a phone booth penthouse
a knock on my door gets my attention
there you are, looking like the last time it was the first time
you still have those calming brown eyes
you still possess that laid back smile
in all our routines and the addition of life, i guess we forgot ourselves and each other
that changes tonight when mary jane becomes my taletha abernathy again
your hair is down
my arms are open
let's be each other's Welcome Back Mat and cry happy tears together
it has been too long
the air between us is the sweetest it has ever been
i wonder now if you still are
there is only one surefire way to find out
it a bit it will get so real and surreal
Categories:
reservation, change, homework, hope, miss
Form:
Free verse
Lessons Learned from the Tennessee Valley
Spoiled have we become!?
When you look back from whence, we have begun,
the provision of profit to our young,
that sheltered them from hard work, and supplied them with ample fun,
have we spoiled our generations to come, only to be left undone?
The Tennessee Valley in the forties,
provided generations of poverty,
the aftermath of early settlers’ natural resources robbery,
became the next era of agricultural drudgery,
by an unfertile land with little to no productivity.
Then came a movement of cooperation,
with scientists, engineers, and leadership industrialization,
sparked with imagination, and a love for civilization,
built dams, upon dams, to prevent topsoil loss devastation,
and through education, began a slow restoration.
And now… what now… nearly seventy-five years later,
what is our national social, yearning for advancement, a social unrest agitator?
Is it math and science, food and faith, or security against a totalitarian global hater?
Or is it a confused and spoiled lot, who are experts of slogans, poisoned by social media traitors?
Why did we trade a hoe in hand, for a drag perched on a stand… to become a morality translator?
Time will show, once again, a land of infertility,
with no children from barren modern “families.”
We need new leaders to build a new dam, a damn against immorality.
Take heed, and learn from the Tennessee Valley.
We must return to hard labor and reverence for His Majesty.
I tell you the truth… and you better listen without hesitation, nor reservation,
of what is our salvation, resist wicked temptations, before death and starvation…
becomes our destiny!
by Martin Braun
July 29, 2023
Categories:
reservation, abuse, age, america,
Form:
Rhyme