Best Roof Poems


Premium Member Some Rain Must Fall Upon Every Roof

When life gives a choice don't ask why
Don't dwell in dark under a star-lit sky
If music starts playing go find your voice
Don't ask why when life gives a choice

Every life will smile bearing a gift of joy
Echoing sounds of a harmonious ploy
Spreading cheer, donning perky style
Bearing a gift of joy every life will smile

In times of despair, know there's hope
Happiness resides in everyone's scope
Blessings embody within every prayer
Know there's hope in times of despair

Upon every roof some rain must fall
Life once in a while answers your call
When love finds us, that is one proof
Some rain must fall upon every roof

May 14, 2018
Poem of the day on May 16, 2018
HM: Strand select 3 contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
This poem is a Swap Quatrain. This form was created by Lorraine M. Kanter.
Within the Swap Quatrain each stanza in the poem must be a quatrain (four lines) where the first line is reversed in the fourth line. In addition, line 2 must rhyme with line 1, and line 3 must rhyme with line 4 and so on, BUT not repeat the same rhyming pattern on subsequent stanzas. Rhyming pattern: AABB, CCDD, and so on.

Premium Member Theres a Goat On My Roof

There’s a goat on my roof and he won’t come down;
there’s a goat on my roof, acting like a clown.
That clip-clop of hooves, what obnoxious noise;
though it’s amazing, his level of poise.

What drew him there, I do not know,
there wasn’t any food or foe.
Just walking around, he thinks he’s hot,
I had to tell him, he is not.

He’s munching my oak, from the roof top;
I’ve yelled till I’m hoarse, to get him to stop.
My neighbor says, a goat is good Feng Shui;
so, I suppose I will just let him stay.

Raindrops On the Roof

tanka

On the edge of sleep
lulled by the rain on the roof
my fluffy pillow
whispers a telling secret
sudden damper on my dreams

written 17 January 2016


On the Roof

as brave strong smart
kind long-haired
comfortable unhappy creative
warm encouraging inspiring
memorable

who writes with abandon
lives with abandon
and no plans
late is on time and schedules -- ha!
the nerve of suggesting I'm
the one who is crazy

call me every letter of the alphabet
I'll give you a word for each
one and count the freckles
like stars
on children's faces
and wish each
one were my
child freckle alphabet

soupy sky with clouds and
it's raining hard today.
© Robin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

From My Roof Top

FROM MY ROOF TOP

From my roof top I see the world crumbles
I saw people of mine shout, endlessly
They shout for two common things
They shout for these two alone
Prosperity and democracy
They want an answer and their voices heard
But they were denied, all
An tears run down my cheek for them.

All these while two things are denied them
Just through the face masks of poli-sticks
So the country goes gaga
My country crumbles and crumbles fast
Faster than its expiry date comes
Two things are denied it as a cause
The suddenly, A man came panting
The power-man has come to shut us up.

He wears a coat too big yet very tight
To strangle our wriggling voices
'Go home, go home' I heard him shout
But he only rained saliva and a chewy gum
As I laugh, the riot explodes
Police, police, gendarme
Then blows and bloods
Bullets and batons.

Empty fists and stifled voices
There was a heightened battle to crumble a regime
So Mr. President answer me
Why poverty is now riding the economic horse
You alone jolly riding everywhere
For these decades you planted none, a seed
Your monarchy has divorced our democracy
Therefore go home, go home, too.

Yesterday your eyes were like those of an Angel
And you gaze upon us with mercy, passion, we all
Now your eyes beams of the Sun, Satan
Jesus! dear creator's messenger
Beg on our behalf, do it now
We plead your father, our grand, comes early to our rescue
To warn the world, of its bad nuts
Before it stands out against them.

We have started our calls, our shouts, our protests
From Tunisia to Egypt
Yemen to Syria
Brunei to Georgia
Here we come, to demand our pound of flesh
That, that has been taken from our toils
This day, not waiting, straight for it, now
From  where they are, hidden.

The roof tops of powers
As I watch them from my roof top here.....

Premium Member Fiddler On the Roof

There once was an odd fiddler on the roof

     Townsfolk thought of him as the village goof

          He was a nuisance and pain

               But for finding him insane

                    The onus was theirs for burden of proof

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Premium Member Up On the Roof

UP THE LADDER
UP THE ROOF
UP CAME A CROW
UP CAME A POOP
UP CAME MY FIST
UP CAME A SHOUT
UP CAME A TILE
UP I SLIPPED
UP ON A POST
UP CAME A SORE 
UP CAME THE AMBULANCE
UP THE HOSPITAL
UP WENT THE NEEDLE 
UP WENT A ROAR.




Peter Dome .copyright.2015. Dec.
© Peter Dome  Create an image from this poem.

Cat On a Hot Tin Roof

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 



 I felt my finger nails digging into his back 
What an intensified sexual moment 
I never knew that tears could roll 
Down the cheeks of a robust man 

he wept! he sigh! he came 
Again, and again and again 
was it a sportsmanship or 
an injury cat on a Hot Tin Roof?

The Roof!

This is a fun little story....
 
While in Germany.....with USARGE...I got an assignment....go to this city...we met four 
Special Forces Operatives and helped them get on the right train....that's all....and we did 
just that....fifteen mintues work...
 
Baby... We were in Koln....the Captitol of W. Germany.....this is were the story gets a bit 
wild.....After more drinking than even I thought I could do.....it was 05:00 Hrs....and we had 
a train to catch.....we grabbed our bags...and we went down the stairs of this small 
Gausthouse and tried the front door...it was locked....Crap!
 
The train was leaving in just a half hour...we had to go!  
 
Upstairs...a window...I ran up the stairs to look out....Oh! This should be easy.
And the window was open..we could climb out...and jump down onto a tile roof maybe five 
five feet below us...then drop to the side walk.....and make a run for the train......sounded 
good right!   Well, at first....
 
My fellow Patriot..climbed out the window first...made a rolling motion as he hit the roof five 
feet below him and rollled again... as he hit the ground below.....
 
Wow!  I am no super Hero....but that was good.....But I was in good shape too....I got on 
the ledge...with my suit case....and threw it.....and it fell to the ground two stories below 
me....
 
Okay, here goes....just a simple jump....five feet..go...go...and I did...and I tripped.
 
And felt myself hitting the red tiled roof.....and....and..going through it!.....and landing in 
someone's attic....on my back.....looking up at a huge hole I had made in the roof.  Oh 
Crap!.....I waited a second or two to see if anyone was aroused by the noise I made falling 
threw the roof.....Nothing, not a sound....I picked myself up off the attic floor, brushed 
off my Class "A" Uniform from all the debris and checked myself for injuries...only my pride 
was wounded. 

I climbed out the hole in the roof....slid down to the edge of the roof and jumped to the 
ground...thud!  After checking to see again if anyone had noticed all the commotion.....My 
buddy and I walked the four blocks to the Haumpt Bahnhoff.....and made good our esape.....
 
A true story......

Premium Member A Roof Raising Poop

The musical was near ready to start
When someone let off a rip roaring fart
The smell was horrific 
All had a sniff of it
‘Twas a bummer of an ass drummer’s fine art.

The show opened with a trumpet fanfare 
As the audience were gasping for air
The one that had farted 
Had finished what started
Loose poop ran everywhere from the goofs chair.

It was certainly a roof raising poop
Putrid poop much too watery to scoop
A runny stream of yuck
Those sent to mop upchuck
So uncouth for the enterprising troop.

The show stopped when cleaners needed a drink
They had to quit work because of the stink
Pooper was shown the door
But he farted once more
And the audience had tears on the blink.

So then the music commenced and played on
But the spell was broken, magic was gone
One by one people left
With hearts sadly bereft
Gone with gust of a flatulent gas bomb.

Three Cats On the Roof

three cats on the roof
mew to the  moon to come down
with a can of fish





(Make Me Chuckle with a haiku) Haiku #1 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor:	Poet Destroyer A
8th march, 2015

The Roof of Roofs

Imagination simply staggers with its grandeur
The beautiful, ever-changing sight on earth
Enveloped the earth in its colourful panorama
Golden glow announces the dawn in the east,
In the west, crimson sky bids the day adieu

Royal canopy of blue,
Royal canopy of gray, 
Royal canopy of resplendent white,
A majestic canopy of ruddy hue
All giving a grandeur haven
	
A red sunrise presages a red sunset
A white billowy, cotton-like cloud says a fine day is here
A Gay featherlike cloud says the rainy season is here
Like children about their parents,
Straggling cloudlets surrounds the white cloud

How magnificent it is at night with the starry design!
Fluffy clouds! billowy clouds! fleecy clouds!
Almost daily across its broad highway
Parade clouds of every size and description.
Each cloud assumes an infinite variety of shapes

All creations of perfect art across its broad highway
Dazzling masterpiece of beauty
Its scopes are worthy of the finest carpenter.
The wonderful work of the one with perfect knowledge
This royal sky

Around Weather-Ing Heights

I
Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds -
Under the weather when weather is artic
One least expects this clime in the tropics
His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates 
Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his knees
The spiders, sparrows, and starlings cohabiting hear, "LORD, please -
Save my roof. I can't afford to lose mine." By degrees
The winds cease; the man remains on his knees
For the rain is heard in sleets, sheets of water
Welcome for fauna and flora ... do they feel an aura?
A man who once knew God as Friend, had then turned -
Like Grandfather in Spyri's Heidi story, on everyone
Gone up on the mountain, monk-like, beyond year 1
Rarely came down among people and provision
Surviving all kinds of weather with few books and Bible
A small radio, and no other luxuries, but a kettle
That whistled its witness: weathering heights again!
Among eagles and kites (and a beloved peregrine)
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.

Rain On a Tin Roof

Sheets and bolts of distant lightning
Backdropped by a blue gray sky
Rumbling thunder softly, deeply
As the steady pitter patter, pitter patter
Of rain on a tin roof fluctuating
Playing symphonies to the soul
With natural melodic choruses
And invitations to the Ancient dance
Of wind-driven clouds sweeping low
Whirling visions and peace of mind
To a captive audience within
Letting down their windows
Falling, lying with ears to the floor
As the rain echoes throughout the house

Raise the Roof

so you gotta second chance to take part in the dance
 life is being busy making other plans you understand
 as a young child I would dream of far off places
 stuck in certain traces with castles built for kings & queens
 a balance of spice it could make you think twice
 another chance at which to roll the dice
 you put one foot forward while the other is back
 Dragons through the variation of a dream with people that would scream
 A lonely court jester in the middle of the village square
 making people laugh with none the worse for wear
 in all of your life you need a bit of cheer
 now I got back to reality with my head held high to the sky
 still take my sugar baby down to the local bar not to far
 taking sweet sips on the magic potion busting loose with some lotion
 we get out on the dance floor for a bit of more
 Raise the roof in my newest suit let loose
 Feeling like Travolta in Saturday Night fever get my drift
 I get a wiff of the pipe to smoke some weed
 playing second fiddle while I'm being stuck in the middle
 like the soul brother number one I come undone looking for fun
 Raise the roof feeling 100% proof as a fly guy as I am
 you understand you can't go through life sticking it to the man
 been thinking of the master plan so dance to the record
 As if you haven't had mashed potatoes with gravy nothing a bit shady
 drop to your sock as I swing onto the next song
 like Rodney King said, "Can't we all just get along" ?
 Raise the roof bullet proof never to be found with my head in a noose
 got this loose tooth inside my head today its the walking dead
 got to turn back to your real first love just return to Jesus & he'll give you a big hug.

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