Best Romper Poems
A veces, quisiera gritar,
Quisiera correr,
Quisiera reir,
Quisiera llorar,
Quisiera morir,
Quisiera iluminación,
Quisiera vivir,
Quisiera escapar,
Quisiera revivir...
A veces, pienso en ustedes,
Pienso en espacio,
Pienso nublado,
Pienso oscurecido,
Pienso esclarecido,
Pienso en transparencia,
Pienso en huesos,
Pienso en naturaleza,
Pienso en actuar,
Pienso en todo...
Desearía volver a amar como antes,
Desearía saber más allá,
Desearía expresar más de lo normal,
Desearía unas manos agarrar,
Desearía en hombros impregnar,
Desearía contigo llorar,
Desearía contigo caminar,
Desearía tus abrazos recibir,
Desearía mi corazón de plata y titanio arreglar,
Desearía mi mente repasar...
Desearía que no me traicionaran,
Desearía con besos y amistad despertar,
Desearía en un paraíso soñar,
Desearía a todos concientizar,
Desearía a todos impresionar,
Desearía construir nuevos horizontes,
Desearía adversidades borrar,
Desearía romper leyes,
Desearía ser libre,
Desearía a todos ayudar,
Aunque me cueste la vida...
Pienso en querer el deseo infinito,
Quiero un amor eterno,
Deseo uno amistad inquebrantable,
Para no morir más...
Categories:
romper, emotions, feelings, inspirational, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Esta sociedad ciega esta en crisis,
Es la causante de la corrució caótica,
Solo viven de la intención inseguros,
Sin saber qué es la determinación,
Dejándose llevar por una doctrina quebrantada...
La sociedad solo vive por vivir,
No dejando legados,
Sino dejando marcas.
Por eso, la sociedad aclama saber,
Pero en realidad no saben nada,
En comparación a los reales sabios...
Pero, la sociedad rechaza,
La sociedad reprime,
Y la sociedad restringew a los sabios,
A veces por envidia,
Ya que están cegados por ambición y pendejadas...
La sociedad rechaza el ideal de los sabios,
Pero dejan a tontos e imbéciles libres al mundo;
A éstos les encanta vidajenear,
Por solo romper privacidad...
Solo pocos aprecian la amistad y el amor;
Otros se limitan a sí mismos y se ciegan;
Luego, se transmutan a incrédulos ambiciosos,
Sin propia convicción...
Por eso, muchos ambiciosos y mentirosos,
Recurren a la religión, en últimos instantes;
Pero, en últimos instantes es que éstos,
Mueren en propia cobardía e hipócrita sanidad...
No existe tal cosa como perfección,
Solo existe la compleja simpleza o la simple complejidad;
Pero, nada es imposible,
Ya que no hay límites en la posibilidad...
Por eso, no todos los que aventuran se pierden;
No todos los que exigen, aplican lo exigido;
No todos los que miran, observan;
No todos los que oyen, escuchan;
No todo el que hiere, merece;
No todas las heridas, sanan;
No todos los que inhalan, respiran;
No toda sonrisa es feliz;
No toda boca, habla;
No toda sangre y lágrima es en vano;
No toda mente y corazón son puros e inocentes;
No todos los que actuan, piensan;
No todos los que piensan, analizan;
No todo el que analiza, siente;
No toda alma es neutral y digna;
No todo el que existe, vive;
Y no todo el que vive, sobrevive...
Categories:
romper, corruption, discrimination, emotions, life,
Form:
Free verse
There was nowhere to go,
but I got some company for show-
shuttled me in and out of Po',
raced a car and blew a motor...
Got me into shows,
had me playin’ like a vote,
I was reachin’ for the glows,
but was satisfied by all the bones-
in and out of cold,
I had company for show,
they let me know I was dope,
hit me up over the older phone-
waited for notes,
sat on a couch and watched wobbly-
intermittent heart throbbing,
as well as comedy-
the mood was drunken,
I raced with the stumpin’,
doin' it only once in a while-
but hey,
who are the one’s that are plunkin?
I loved Romper Stomper and reality t.v,
Boon Dock Saints, Archer and Weeds,
it was all what was happening free,
my laughter became the clapping,
my time as king was rapture,
as it seemed-
I could simply capture all my relative needs.
Categories:
romper, april, bird, birth, character,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Vaciado perceptual
Comunidad del mosaico
Romper fonético
Vocablo salpicado
Lenguaje estático
Pulsado a digito
O cucharada en segunda
Onda sónica estacionaria
Dupla a distancia
Monumental manchón magnético
Dos cuartos de habitación
Perspectiva impresa
Sellando células
Texto entre textos
El octavo horizonte
Sólo otra pieza…
Categories:
romper, confusion
Form:
Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what now are
vintage Chevys, Buicks,
our lime-green Rambler.
1964-65 World's Fair in Queens
at the fireworks show-
we briefly lost you there,
found you with a good-hearted
police officer,
brother of our souls.
Us siblings watched Romper Room,
Wonderama, Lassie, Flintstones,
the Wonderful World of Disney
on Sunday nights,
so idyllic then,
before the tragic Vietnam War roiled
the country.
Christmas Eves waiting for
Santa's reindeer stirring on
the roof.
The decades, they passed too soon,
us siblings scattered and aged
out of our youth.
Life, it can take us on roads
far apart,
but I thought often of us,
brother of our souls.
You rode horses
Western style,
your Stetson shading your
fair freckled skin,
keep riding above the bounds
of the mortal earth,
your journey here is done.
Remember the 1960's brother,
that was the times of childhood,
of us,
and they will live on,
brother of our souls. ~
In Loving Memory of
Gerald DeGruchy
December 5, 1961-January 30, 2024
Categories:
romper, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Elegy
Prognosticating Present Plight...
Perhaps Preset During In Utero Protean Stage?
Reviewing, sans my life
and arduous hard time
lock, stock, and barrel on regular basis,
and of late composing
this, that, or another rhyme,
now I acquiesce past
trials and tribulations
contributed positive, and
negative effects, yes prime
air really prepubescent nexus
with entering seventh grade,
sobbing and crying at bedtime
leaving Henry Kline Boyer,
a miserable yet sentimental clime,
one romper room class schoolhouse
entering Methacton, what seemed
crushingly, frightfully, incredibly humongous
(actually, not an exceptionally large
learning place for hippo campus)
nonetheless mine fragile psychological
state cannibalized by anthropophagus
mailer daemons conjurations analogous
to mythological beasts avaricious
even slim picking morsel - satisfactory,
this then overwrought extremely anxious
bundle of nerves burning with arsonous
punishing self treason backlash atrocious
reaction kindling tindered
self destructive spark rampantly autonomous
ruinously, quintessentially passively,
opportunistically audacious
hell bent on mortal kombat
to a starving slow seditious death,
this no matter auspicious
native intelligence, capability, aptitude...
now entertain notion
suicidal seed avaricious
since...commencement when fertilized ova
simultaneously begat barbarous
biological blastula birthing blasphemous
counterproductive stealthy burglarious
itty bitty kamikaze blitzkrieg
spewing, issuing, and garnering
hollow weaning cadaverous
sole son foretelling calamitous
alarming father and mother
necessitated immediate intervention,
the instinctual innate calculus
attuned to soundless clangorous
foretelling stoppable death knell
relieved, through aggressive copious
life saving measures, nonetheless deleterious
repercussions hobbled me, disastrous
behavior seeped into lifelong existence!
Categories:
romper, 7th grade, abuse, betrayal,
Form:
Bio
Manchild , growing up as an asphalt wild
out on the streets , takin' the heat ,
every now and then , gettin' my beat
earnin' respect , every little speck
stripes on my neck , head strong.....game on...
Where the motto , " no blood , no foul "
everythang but bitin' , all is allowed
rooster struttin' , straight cuttin'
head buttin' , thick skinned
short lived , little boy's playpen
no room for romper , get played by a stomper
elbow's to hip's , sweat and grit
game is the same no matter where we play it
all the big ballers talkin' it up loud
all the whip's whippin' their bumpin' sounds
You give it , you get it
no soft play out here
take it strong to the hole
or , sit over there , where
the females be hangin' , what a sexy crowd
cat callin' cutie booties rootin' us on
" get off my jock girl !! " , it's flight time
gonna take this fool beyond
inside , outside , the game doesn't change
only the score at the end of the day
Slappin' and dappin' , " much love bruh , next time "
we're only combatants inside these white lines
leave it all on the court , tommorrows another day
i'll try to be a good sport , as i remember your battle way's......
Categories:
romper, friendship, school, sports, urban,
Form:
Free verse
I dream of a right and jolly Christmas
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
It’s very slippery and treacherous when it snows
To go to church, I wear leather shoes
And it’s easy to fall and get hurt
I don’t want to break your heart
By saying that white Christmas
Isn’t a fun or joyful time. But Midnight Mass
Is of course a joyous time. I love the Xmas carols
The gospel music, the decorations and when the bell tolls
I love a warm and holy jolly Christmas in the sunshine state
Where it’s dry, inviting and nice. It’s like being out on a date
With Mother Nature. The weather is not crabby or gloomy
The children are playing with their gifts and everybody seems happy
I don’t dream of a white or snowy Christmas
Oh Ho Ho Ho! I love a right and jolly Christmas.
Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Una Navidad Correcta Y Alegre
Sueño con una Navidad correcta y alegre
Nunca sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
Es muy resbaladizo y traicionero cuando nieva
Para ir a la iglesia uso zapatos de cuero
Y es fácil caerse y lastimarse
No quiero romper tu corazón
Al decir que esa blanca Navidad
No es un momento divertido o alegre. Pero la misa de medianoche
Por supuesto, es un momento feliz. Me encantan los villancicos
La música góspel, las decoraciones y cuando doblan las campanas
Me encanta una Navidad cálida y alegre en el estado del sol, en Florida
Donde sea seco, atractivo y agradable. Es como tener una cita
Con la Madre Naturaleza. El clima no es malhumorado ni sombrío
Los niños juegan con sus regalos y todos parecen felices
No sueño con una Navidad blanca o nevada
¡Oh, Jo, Jo, Jo! Me encanta una Navidad correcta y alegre.
PD. Traduccíon de ‘ A Right And Jolly Christmas’ por Hébert Logerie
Copyright © diciembre de 2023, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de varias colecciones de poemas.
Categories:
romper, celebration, christmas, dream, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
I had occasion to move this day
from the house I love for which I pay
to the Shambles Motel I now called home
on Third near State between Fourth and Roam
in the travelers presidential suite
from a paper plate I nibble a treat
enjoy my suds in a plastic cup
better warm so they bubble up
the carpet is made of synthetic wool
carefully shorn from a plastic bull
designer patterns adorn the floor
strains of rainbows approach the door
curtains are conveniently green
just in case its mold that’s seen
windows seem a translucent gray
keeping out the light of a sunny day
an ice box of pastel white
is almost clean just not quite
little remains from my host’s last guest
removing it now is likely best
my bathroom is clean by guarantee
overlooking what I might see
toilet water is a pallid yellow
an unknown remnant of an unknown fellow
on the night stand is cordless lamp
that during the day works like a champ
but in the dark I must say
I can’t find the switch, there is no way
a romper room mattress kind of soft
the apparent victim from assault aloft
the bed is great most of the time
it vibrates slow for the cost of a dime
sheets are clean from what I see
without lights they are home to me
snug as a bug in shaggy rug
lacking only a toad and a honey’s hug
here is a home that is worth a note
with a swimming pool, garden and a roaming goat
Patel my friend and curry too
spice of life, how do you do
Categories:
romper, life, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
When I was three and just a little child
my thoughts never tended toward being mild.
Too much TV for me in those days
as Miss Frances and Romper Room left me ablaze.
She'd tell us "DO BEES" to have fun that day
I followed her advice in my own sweet way.
I had more than a little mischief in me
which I flaunted everywhere and for all to see.
Like drinking my milk without using a straw
so all could see the white mustache above my little maw.
I'd take my cars and run them into each other head on
like the demolition derby that had just been on.
I would open the door to the parakeet's cage and let it fly free
laughing as my mother chased it, never thinking it was me.
My closest cousin grew up downstairs
he and I put on some elegant airs.
We would run through the house with abandon you see
knowing how much fun it gave to him and me.
Laughter and giggles are what to expect from a three year old
unless they're some prodigy like Mozart who doesn't fit the mold.
All they know is what they want, have to have, or they'll throw a fit
and they work that game as long as their parent's let them get away with it.
Three year olds are charming, lovable, fun, and happy too
but just one thing is in their heads..."What can I get you to do"?
Categories:
romper, child, fantasy, fun, life,
Form:
Couplet
VOICES OF LOVE-
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
Teasing the tongue 3 year old learning how to truly love;
What next, what’s up, what’s down;
Oh, so many vocal groups here wearing navy blue suits;
Watchin Captain Kangaroo a captain no one salutes;
Hail your lovely so loving and kind;
I cherish the though forever you stay on my mind, my mind;
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
And those recording stars building model cars;
Mrs. Johnson who smokes O.W.L. cigars
Oh, sing a happy little tra la la la da;
Voices of love stay with you ha ha ha ha ha;
Forever never will the deep sounding sounds scare you;
Ever, never will a soft hush ahhh….disturb you oh
My boyfriend is silly;
He thinks that I’m pretty;
Many sing praise pretty but their voices are dirty;
Mouthing out heavenly things
Teasing the tongue 3 year-old learning how to sing with fork-tongues;
Oh, so many vocal groups here wearing navy blue suits;
Watchin Romper Room while no one is home;
Hail your lovely so loving and kind;
I cherish the though forever you stay on my mind, my mind;
So many voices, herald above;
So much love, in hearts of the young;
Many sing pretty but their voices are dirty;
Those the songs they sing aren’t worthy;
Mouthing out heavenly things;
Never will the quiet mouths disturb you;
Herald above, voices of love;
8/11/89
Written words by James Edward Lee: Michael Block: Debbie Kremke 1989©
Categories:
romper, allegory, analogy, appreciation, song,
Form:
Lyric
A feeling deep in soul says I'm about to sink,
Bringing the mind of madness close to the brink
Overwhelming to the soul,
But I believe that that would be it's goal
Cleaning that old romper room,
Using a old dirty broom
Did that cow really jump over the moon
Maybe an illusion from inside the mind
Clinging to any hope you may find
Yesterday , the flame of passion
Was lost to what was the fashion
Left behind
Hit rewind
To do it on their own time
Must rewrite some old nursery rhyme
Hey diddle diddle
I'm the cat with the fiddle
Some man already landed on the moon
These words keep banging in my head
So I shuffle them around instead
keeps me from from going mad
I know that's kinda sad
I put my own special touch
At times it may be to much
This is all I know
So it's the end of the show
Categories:
romper, anniversary,
Form:
Rhyme
Superar Limites use o Efeito Bannister
Para superar limites
precisa de
MÉTODO
E FERRAMENTA
Saber que pode mais...
Para controlar
um comportamento,
é preciso um
Método específico
E saber que pode mais!
Método é tudo!
Método é o combatente de frente
para lutar e vencer
é saber que pode mais.
Aprenda aqui como saber que pode mais: http://bit.ly/Para_Superar_os_Limites
Isso é conhecido como "o efeito Bannister".
Costumava-se pensar que não era humanamente possível correr uma milha em menos de quatro minutos. Muitos atletas talentosos tinham tentado, chegaram incrivelmente perto, mas no final falharam em quebrar aquele marcador mágico de quatro minutos. O corpo humano, pensava-se, simplesmente não conseguia fazê-lo. Mas em 6 de maio de 1954, diante de 3.000 pessoas, um jovem médico chamado Roger Bannister fez o "impossível". Ele correu a milha em três minutos e 59,4 segundos.
Assim que a multidão ouviu a palavra 'três' anunciada, eles ficaram loucos. Mas aqui está a parte ainda mais interessante. Roger Bannister não acabou de romper uma barreira física - ele quebrou uma barreira psicológicaum também.
No ano seguinte, Bannister provou o impossível possível, não menos do que 37 corredores também correram uma milha em menos de quatro minutos, e no ano seguinte, outros 300 fizeram o mesmo. Por quê? Será que todos eles de repente tiveram um melhor treinamento, um programa de treinamento mais direcionado, uma dieta melhorada e melhores técnicas de corrida? Não.
A diferença era que todas essas pessoas, que poderiam ter feito isso antes, mas não sabiam disso, agora sabiam que era possível. E assim eles fizeram isso.
Continua no rodapé do arquivo.
Pois bem - Quero que cada leitor, (leitora) ouvinte acredite: Você pode fazer e levar pessoas a fazer o que quer que seja QUEBRANDO OS GRILHÕES DA BARREIRA PSICOLÓGICA.
Siga o roteiro que está indicado em http://bit.ly/Para_Superar_os_Limites
por ordem de prioridade ...Depois, conte...
Categories:
romper, business,
Form:
Free verse
It’s early in the daytime when the sun is coming up
I go into the kitchen, pour my coffee in a cup,
Then I brush my teeth and comb my hair
And I figure out what I have to wear,
Bathing suit, shorts or a cute summer dress
Tried them all on, can’t decide I confess,
I pick out a romper with sandals in gold
A purse and a hat that’s about three years old,
I made up two salads, both different kinds
Goat cheese and crackers and two bottles of wine,
Then I jumped in my sports car and hoped for good weather
Because today is my Summertime Friends Get-together.
Categories:
romper, friendship,
Form:
Verse
She never slept for fear the world would disappear
nor would she take a bite for sake of living grace
and when her tinted shades of youth became abstruse
timorous with apprehension, with shied away inside
The sun appeared with streaks of gold then went away
while little bears, dolls and talent soldiers drummed
she rocked and rocked and rocked, until she numbed
"SHADOWS IN THE MORNING
SHADOWS IN THE EVENING
SHADOWS IN the ROMPER ROOM
SHADOWS WITHOUT BLOOM :
She called out to her mother behind a wooden door
while sunlight coughed up rays upon the dusty couch
a whiskey bottle fell, between the morning cracks
And while the simultaneous soldiers drummed,
she joined their stoic march with mutiny and rise.
April 27, 2020
Categories:
romper, analogy,
Form:
Free verse