Best Run Out Poems
I want to write a poem about getting what you want
Do you believe you will get what you want
- what you really want?
God will help you get what you want
He would just grant it to you one day
Out of the blue
You would be so surprised
elated, and don't know what to do
Because you had waited so long
And almost did not believe that it actually happens
You then feel relieved that you finally got what you wanted
Why does God do that?
Why does He wait until you forgot all about it
And gave it to you when you least suspect it?
Who knows?
He does things nobody knows
But know this
He did not forget about you
your wishes
He just does it when He feels like it
No rhymes or reasons
He just does it
So just go on
Forget all about it
But He doesn't forget haha
And you would then say "what do I do now?
What can I ask for now?" lol
I ran out of things that I want
Isn't that a great dilemma?
Lol haha you will get there
Don't forget, okay?
The Statute of Limitation Has Run Out
By Elton Camp
Most have things in their past
That present life could blast
Whose life’s an open book
So to welcome a close look?
We hope none will ever learn
Things our name could burn
What we did way back when
And wouldn’t ever do again
Such acts and thoughts as those
That we think nobody knows
Some claim such they didn’t do,
They lie about other things too
But the time limit has run out
About such long ago, no doubt
While back then, evil I did do
I’m too old to make any new
(Autobiographical? Moi? Of
course not. It’s just a poem.)
By Elton Camp
Most have things in their past
That present life could blast
Whose life’s an open book
So to welcome a close look?
We hope none will ever learn
Things our name could burn
What we did way back when
And wouldn’t ever do again
Such acts and thoughts as those
That we think nobody knows
Some claim such they didn’t do,
They lie about other things too
But the time limit has run out
About such long ago, no doubt
While back then, evil I did do
I’m too old to make any new
Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak
Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again
Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again
Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again
In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again
Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again
If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!
symbol, a measure -
an inch, pounds, kilogram:
could we run short of symbols?
I have run out of paint
So where is the patron saint
The one that hails from B&Q
So no more need for me to queue
I have run out out paint
And there is no queue
So can I please use the loo
I have run out of paint just for now
But believe me I don't know how
As I was just painting the kitchen
Brilliant Matt White
But no distinction
Loo or poo.. Kitchen or my Shoes
I have run out of paint
Have you also too?
Then please stop using the loo..
As the colour brown is the clue..
DAMO xx
We have run out of time
to spend together
we have run out of words
to tell one another
we have run out of patiance
to deal with each other
We have run out of love
for one another
If we run out of gas, can we fill up somewhere
A station for such and to drop off our old foul air
Might have trouble hiring
Coz of the hazy o-ring
Something to consider as we age, c'est la guerre!
Run out of words to say to each other
Run out of time, that can't be rewind
Run out of reasons to keep trying
We both knowit the right thing to do
Dont come up to me
even if i cross your mind
dont ant to see your beautiful smile
dont want want to hear your voice
Or translates to "I almost ran out of gas on the trolley today!"
An ode to my day!
On Trolley! New billows sweep thee out
Upward. What wilt thou? Hold that hill, be stout
Gas'st not thy mast
Now rent by stiff South Hill's blast?
Thy side, of passengers now forlorn?
Thine tank, with groaning gauges say
"Though cannot sustain,
The three more blocks to thy port!"
Many resigned people accept humdrum and boring as their usual
Sadly, it is not supposed to be this way, this was not the plan
However, society allows them to stew in their own gravies, with chunks of who cares.
Which is why musicals will always do well, especially the ones with the bright-eyed optimists.
Rose colored glasses make for terrific story lines and scripts.
Poems full of happiness, hope and enthusiasm will always attract a crowd.
For two hours we can parade outside of our same oh, same oh,
And become Dolly, Auntie Mame, and the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
If you want more, you have to give yourself opportunities for more.
Hone your talents, figure out what gives you pleasure, go after your soul dream.
The poets, artists, dancers, singers, quarterbacks, and wrestlers did not get there accidentally
They followed their heart, gave their soul what she needed and lived their truth.
This could be and should be you. Do whatever you have always wanted to do
Before you run out of time.
THE SENSELESS NATURE OF SANITY
Can sanity make sense of sorrow,
now that I am not part of her tomorrow?
Can someone save me from today,
now that she has faded away?
The loss of a lady equals memories
The flavor of a springtime breeze
The walks which we once shared
Before her heartlessness was bared
I’ve been left to languish alone
Broken in both body and bone
My spirit has spited me once again
And left me to remember when
When that lady loved me so
While I wonder why she had to go
We were smiling with naked trust
Until my dreams were turned into dust
Can someone make sense of insanity,
and lift the veil of a lady’s vanity
She used to eradicate skies of gray
Until the lady finally faded away
© 2008…..free cee!
wanting the truth any truth
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am giving tomorrow up
in this day of end
wrap me in your world
Where inside
raindrops,
falling heroes
target skin
and with pin pricks
of cold
announce their arrival
Ambush beating eyelashes
and carry their assault
past cheek and chin
Shivers spine the chill
Greyed out clouds
Stretched out tendrils as if t o
Catch its falling children