Best Rick Poems


Farside Otherworldly Lovers - - Dedicated To Rick Keeble, You Asked For It

He was howling at the moon,
it was mid June's heyday, she
was naive beyond reproach
her innocently lit chiaroscuro 
made him hunger all the more,
til one day she let down her guard
'neath an impatient violaceous sky
drinking effervescently blissed wine 
kissed him with rosé  blushed lips 
 
But his instincts betrayed him,
devouring the petite blossom
of her youth, teeth bared,
eyes glaring crimson, her stardust smile
no deterrent, appetite’s salacious intent,
stomach growling nocturnal desires,
claws scarring milk-paint skin
till groans released vibrations
felt ‘pon shadowed earth
shattering movements
 
ground-breaking momentum
sent horizons a' rocking
motioning to constellations
as they synchronously liquefied
tilting  universes' on their axis  
a little death's furtherance 
uttering god's hallelujahs 
lit beyond obscure sighs
 
Now two silhouettes,
midst harmonious moaning
 echo upon auras' illusions
   cresting lofty hilltops
can be seen this night and all others
when the skies turn dark
and  celestial bodies'  tumult
simultaneously ignite thunder,
diffusing smatterings' explicit 
flight surrendered furthermost 
 heart-stricken otherworldly lovers

  'Collaboration ~ Chris Green & Paloma'
© Paloma P  Create an image from this poem.

An Ode To Rick Keeble

He has a sense of humour,
That’s second to none,
Anything for a laugh,
He’s so much fun.
He proof reads our poetry,
He sometimes gets it incorrect,
When he advises us,
He does it with respect.
He’s kind and caring,
He truly is quite sweet,
Getting to know him,
Is the sweetest treat.
He knows the difference,
Between “You’re and Your”,
However, I get the feeling,
He’s got it wrong before.
He may on occasion,
Allow his pen to run dry,
That’s enough,
To make a poet cry.
There’s one last thing to say,
Before I finish,
I hope his wit and humour,
Never do diminish.

Rick Roll

Rick, you got me once again;
I'm tired of feeling dumb.
Curse your mindless hyperlinks!
Kiss my big fat bum!

Rick, I'll never pass it on,
On this day or another.
Let the halfwits have their fun.
Let them have their druthers.



© 2011, R. Erin Lenth


Rick Heart's Warmth

Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at ..very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.. shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
 
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
 
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud .

Premium Member Rick Pitino

The "Remix" of 1980 and 1986 continued in 2013: The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had bliss,and under Rick Pitino the team did a "Remix" of 1980,and 1986! The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team were a "Hit"! It was like a hit record had been sold,and "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team had received a great big "Pot of Gold"!!!Rick Pitino,and Louisville Kentucky were having pure uninterrupted  bliss with the 2013 Championship!Rick Pitino taught every member of the basketball team how to be victorious in every specific position that is played when they are on the basketball court,and that makes Rick Pitino a "Great Leader" in that "Specific" sport! Rick is a unique sort when he is directing the "Basketball Players on "The Basketball Court!!!The team players switch up in positions that they play,and confuses the other team,and that makes "Rick's coaching experience gleam! Rick really does know how to direct a"Basketball Team",and win: Again,and again,and again!We had bliss in 2013 in Louisville,Kentucky! Rick Pitino did the most when he became coach:no one should rock his successful boat! It is still afloat! Rick brought "The Louisville Cardinals Basketball Team Positive Hope when we gleamed in 2013!!!

Premium Member Rick Jagger

There once was a poet named Rick
Whose dancing sure had some kick
He moves like Mick Jagger
And sure has his swagger
His dance moves so cool and so slick


Premium Member Rick Lime

I met a writer named, Richard Lime
Who wrote poems with only five lines
By swapping his name
He realized his fame
Thus inventing the Limerick rhyme

Lemon-Rick

There once was a lady sublime
Who complained for sex had no time.
Considering my bent, she was not heaven-sent.
And her name has no place in this rhyme.

Pheasant At Dawn (For Haiku You Contest Sponsored By: Rick Parise)

Golden-red pheasant
Glistening the morning sun,
Foraging delight.

The Smile For Rick Parise

The 
Smile has
Two meanings,
One, contentment
Or a facial strain of... constipation


**Michael J. Falotico contest**

Rick Rammer

my name is rick rammer.and im mark walbergh.

The Universal Question (For ^rick Parise's 'The Universe' Contest)

The Universal Question
(9.7.10) 

What is all of this?
When did this happen?
How did I get here?
Where did I come from?
Who am I asking?

What should I do?
When will I know?
How can I tell?
Where do I go?

Who am I?
What are you?
When are we?

Above
all else,

Why?

No Pants Rick

No pants rick
Rick never wore no pants or any kicks
He always walked around with nothing but a shirt
Ones he fell and landed on his legs, i bet that sure hurt
But he just stood up and walked home
He never has a phone, wallet, not even a comb
He just always has on that polo 
some say he's a homo!
He would always give you a nickel for a bowl of jello
I just wish he'd wear some clothes
He always goes to the bakery and walks out with to loaves
Rick is very odd
He doesn't like to sit on chairs so he just sits on his ipod
I heard he was dropped on his head when he was little
I tried asking him but he always just tells me a riddle
It never makes any since
He always says the chicken always dies by a fence
Then one day my chicken was missing.
My snake was okay in his cage hissing
I went outside to find my chicken dead
He was laying there without his head
When i seen the blood i winced
The chicken had died by the fence
And then i seen no pants rick
He looked at me and said he had hit it with a brick
I hate freaking no pants rick!!!!!!!!!
© Trash Boat  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member I'Ll Let You In - Rick Parise -

SUSPICIOUS LIES  (( collaboration * Rick Parise ))

by~ RICK PARISE

When jealousy is thrown out the door
and compromise is welcomed in, it is then
a novel of strewn pages empty and silent shall
reap enraptured song
For our love of bitter regrets and expectations
shall fall with the setting sun
 
And within that early morning light
a new love shall rise victorious 
where  promise endeavors
and soft shadows lie


by~ POET D.

The guardian of our love has risen once again
I share with you my love the sun and moon
Two rivals as we hold hands
The vigilantist in your eyes, will now kiss me softly
Like a flower our new love will bloom 
Win or lose, you are the one I choose

And within that midnight light 
our love will confuse no more
promise will overcome insecurities
faithfulness will soften all  


A Collaboration with *RICK PARISE

~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~

Rick For Short

Rick For Short
By Rick Rucker

There were two Richards in my class,
One of us had to change his name,
As Rick Nelson had risen to fame,
I changed mine to Rick, it might win me a lass!

I didn’t know what Richard meant
Or I might not have so quickly let my name depart,
For it means “The Lion Heart,”
When I was young, Courage would have been Heaven sent!

When very young, I was ultra short,
The saving grace was that I ran fast,
So, for running games, I wasn’t chosen last,
But for basketball, I was made fun of, just for sport,

Nature intervened late in life,
A sudden growth spurt let me get to nearer normal height,
Now I was too big to fight,
Others didn’t want to engage me in strife,


Suddenly, I wasn’t “Rick for short,”
Since I wasn’t focused on what I no longer lacked,
I used my brain, my nerves were no longer racked,
I became THE student to help you with a report,

So, in an odd way, you could say,
That most of my goals I have met,
To being a poet, author, and artist, on the internet,
That I likely owe my name for what I have done, up to this day!

Sometimes we arrive at a decision quick,
That may change our life forever,
Us, from our old life it can sever,
I’m so glad I changed my name to Rick!

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace