Best Rush Out Poems
She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
charged
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...
She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging
~~~R*A*G*I*N*G~~~
He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"
she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"
She looks up into his face
breathless
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim
She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him in...in
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet
the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
breathless...spent
in a storm of tears
released...repentant
of her insane jealousy
the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm
meek
"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU
Serenity...is overrated."
Categories:
rush out, jealousy,
Form:
Narrative
I wander in the nature’s green, trees in rows the birds preen
Like a gem glimmers the morning dew, with a precious diamond’s hue
And flowers bloom as I gaze anew, eggs hatch to welcome lives in queue
I can smell the wondrous earth, the distant flow of water in mirth
It’s a new dawn another day thereof, wherein I sense his breath of love.
As I prod on the old man smiles, he delivers milk by cycling miles
Passing the farmers sweet abode, the cry of new life reaches the road
A child wails by the neighbour’s door, with a sweet candy her eyes adore
Roaming the street is a hound grown, pups trailing behind unknown
A jocund street undreamed of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
My dearest rush out sighting me afar, without whom my life is a war
The tiny tots in their cradles lie, as we sing a lullaby
This is the world I am part of, wherein I sense his breath of love.
© (4 Feb '15)
* Honourable mention in the contest 'Enter a poem #1' by Poet Destroyer
Categories:
rush out, blessing, family, life, love,
Form:
Rhyme
The screen door slams behind me
As I rush out into the blinding sunlight
Wondering where my big brother is hiding
I better get to the pool before he finds me
And throws me into the ice cold water
That flows daily into the pool
From the cold mountain streams
Of the Elbrus Mountains
I have my pretty pink flowered bathing suit on
My second skin
I smile as I remember someone calling me a dolphin
When she saw me swimming in the water
Now I can’t wait to get in again
I feel the prickly yellowing grass beneath my feet
As I run toward the weeping willow….
My favorite tree in the whole compound
First phase of the run complete
I head toward the ancient mulberry tree
How I hate the squishiness under my toes
As I trample them in this patch of green
Where the grass is protected by the mighty branches
Of this gracious tree that provides us
An abundance of luscious fruit
We gather every summer in big bed sheets
As people up in the branches
Shake the tree
I’m on my final leg
Almost there
A rebel yell
And my brother swoops down on me
From behind the tree
I scream as I try to get away
But he sweeps me up in his arms
And runs the last few feet to the pool
I shriek at the top of my lungs
Which will probably bring my uncle out yelling
Awakened from his afternoon nap
I want to go into the pool gradually
By degrees…
To get my body used to the icy coldness
And so I beg to be released
We are there
At the edge of the pool
One sweeping motion
And water splashes up in rainbow sprays
As I sink below
Down into the icy depth at the deep end
Thinking this time my heart will stop
This time I will turn into a block of ice
And sink to the bottom
I will drown
A lifetime later
I break the surface and see him smiling down at me
The one who taught me how to swim
My strong older brother
Who would rescue me in a heartbeat
If need be...
I smile up at him
As I break into a smooth swim to the other side
Happy that he didn't let me play the fool
Standing at the edge of the pool
Waiting to come down the steps
By degrees
Waiting
To get lost
Into this liquid paradise
Of azure blue...
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
rush out, childhood, happiness, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Magic Beans of Many Colors
In a magical fairyland I reside,
herons, toucans, rainbow lorikeets, peacock angels,
hummingbirds, ostrich, even a cockatrice
of magnificent colors that harmonize.
They take flight and soar in the glorious effulgent wide
blue sky; roost on the limbs of lush crisp green trees,
or wander the landscape foraging on meat and plants.
Magical animals, dragons, unicorns, ,Pegasus
Gamayun ,skvaders, wolpertinger all exists.
A forest of trees with canopies so large and trim
the folks build tree houses on the strong large limbs.
Spiral ladders and ropes are used to get upward to their dwellings.
Out of my window I peek, a raven with black glossy plumage
color of soft elegant black silk appears with a gift in his beak.
He has brought beans of assorted colors so rare, a gift from a mage.
I wonder if I plant them is it worth
the effort, what it would bring forth.
I hurriedly get up in the morn, dress,
and have my hot breakfast.
I rush out with my gift to my secret place
a cave where my treasures I place.
By the entrance I dig the moist fertile ground
and plant my rare beans of assorted colors.
To my surprise, a wondrous sight I see.
As soon as the rainbow beans touch the soil,
feel its moisture they establish their roots
and grasp the upturned soft brown, fertile soil.
I stand there and watch in awe
As Hedera vines creep and reach around the mountain side
As it reaches out the stems gets thicker and restricting,
It’s bursting leaves greener and containing
All of a sudden, they stop growing.
Little doors are opening as little people dressed in green peek out.
Leprechauns!!!
Now I can follow my dreams of riches
And look for the pots of gold under the rainbows
5/1/2016
1/25/2015
Categories:
rush out, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Her bad reputation was talk of our small town
she'd rush out to get mail in her flimsy nightgown
rumors spread about her lovers in her large bed
and how one is not enough, she needs four instead
yet I spoke to her oft at the grocery store
she seemed so kind, her free spirit about to soar.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She wrecked her car, I went over to help her out
way back then, that was what good neighbors were about
tho' injured I saw her soft, graceful composure
after that, our friendship became so much closer
she asked, if I knew about her reputation
and was lone white knight one of my close relations.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She graciously asked, would I accept any pay
I replied, No ma'am I just wasn't raised that way
with that declaration, I then walked away
seemed proper not her warm welcome to overstay
sincere kindness seeks not a returning reward
one never knows when they need help if life gets hard.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
A raven-haired queen, her sex appeal off the charts
rare to have so very much, with such a huge heart
years flown by, I found myself in her gentle arms
a willing accomplice enchanted by her charms
and then gossipers would ask me, to kiss and tell
I gave my then standard answer, you go to hell.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
11-27-2018
For Brenda's new contest, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts"
Categories:
rush out, appreciation, art, humanity, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
The three imps decided to explore
And obtain a few treats as before.
Behind them, a cat mewed for her treat
But they refused in their own conceit.
The feline vowed she'd have her revenge,
They weren't afraid of any challenge
The cat saw them enter unafraid
As night darkness fell all light did fade.
A sharp moonbeam fell on a painting.
A lady, lovely but eyes glaring.
She screamed at the bad boys for stealing
The treats, in a manner unfeeling.
Fear entered their souls as all sweets fell.
The woman uttered a nasty spell
The moon shone brightly on the beauty.
On her lap, she kissed her black booty.
Many came to see cat on her lap,
It is witchcraft, said a nervous chap.
No one dared enter the house at night,
They'd rush out in fear, scratched and uptight.
Categories:
rush out, cat, halloween, scary,
Form:
Verse
Bright trees in May time , of evergreen lace,
Cuddle larks perched above on twigs , winging
Draped with hued flora all over the place
Each bud, each petal , the anthem of spring.
Feathery the elm robed in velvet bloom,
Gone is Old Jack Winter’s glacial soak
Heralding new cycle’s minty perfume
Inside our garden, now verdant the oak.
Joyful tots with kites rush out to the lane,
Kicking their heels for giggly, cheery flight
Laughter aglow through sweet birdsong’s refrain
Mingled with whirling of bees…such pure delight!
Nothing but sheen lifts the maple , to rise
Offering a burst of charm wrapped in bliss;
Playful the folks that view this morn’s surprise
Quick yet gentle are dreams from springtime’s kiss!
.......................
9.12.2016 Rhyme: abab
Alphabet Soup Contest
Sponsor: Kim Merrryman
Categories:
rush out, spring, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
When your eyes match mine, like cinnamon sugar.
The hotness or the sweetness pours over my heart.
When I can feel the tulip stems, their leaves buckle my knees.
The blossoms explode in every direction, breathlessly.
And lips soft like butter, glide and linger, stay on mine.
I surrender to the Summer ride, Venetian gondola.
When memories, shared, bring joy and tears, so many years.
I’ve never believed you’d rush out the door, leave me pondering.
You’ve loved me with intensity and with a simple smile,
curved, lighting up your lashes and cheeks, and by the way, mine.
The pace of little feet, stretching bodies of progeny, comfortable
in their security you’ve brought this family — they feel our pulse.
Love me like you mean it, Dear, not for moments but a lifetime.
Your grand promise kept, as I kept mine, to love you all the time.
11/29/2019
Love Me Like You Mean It Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Julie
Written in unrhymed couplets
Categories:
rush out, love,
Form:
Couplet
So busy with getting Ella up for the school day,
straightening her hair and making her lunch.
Rush, rush, rush out the door in a panicked way,
why do I always seem to be in a time crunch?
Monday’s are the worst then I get a little hunch.
I think about Friday with excitement, “I’ll be free!”
Then it hits me again…four loads of dirty laundry.
Thursday morning and one more morning to awake,
thank God my little girl is sweet but six more years to go.
She’s only in sixth grade for goodness sake!
I take a monstrous deep breath and go with the flow.
Time to clean the bathrooms upside down and below!
Dear Lord, Friday just can’t come soon enough,
why do I feel so old, I used to be so motherly tough!
Ahhhh, last day of the week before I get to sleep in,
it’s so refreshing to hear my thoughts on Friday morn.
I have so much running around to do where do I begin?
But I remember it’s Friday; it frees me from being forlorn.
I know one day soon I my heart will be completely torn,
I will miss those mornings with Ella in a special way,
but no matter how old I am I’ll always look forward to Friday.
All week long I remind myself that eventually the madness will end-
then Monday comes, and I start my whole week over again.
Friday Feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
February 24, 2018
Categories:
rush out, day,
Form:
Rhyme
They didn't rush out to greet him
When Father time made his call...
They traded house and picket fence...
For one room down a long hall
like soldiers standing watch...
They take turns staring at the clock...
And wonder where the babies are....
They used to rock!
He said....It's Grand Central Station...
Every day, at breakfast call
Between the walkers and the wheelchairs!
She said.....Be glad that you can walk!
Silence streaks across the room...
And a hush falls on the hallway...
When the announcer says...bingo has...
Been cancelled... for today!
Oh! They're going with the flow
Like candles...when he wind begins to blow...
Two precious silver tears...
....in their golden years
They are going with the flow!
Close friends and family...
Don't come around much...anymore
So they comfort one another...
'Thought that what friends were for....
They pack up to go back home.....
About once a week it seems...
And the nurse softly smiles...
As she unpacks their things...
They are going.....
Going.......Goi
Categories:
rush out, emotions, endurance, retirement, seasons,
Form:
Lyric
There's
the bell,
children rush out,
strawberry, chocolate,
choose your pick, it's time to enjoy.
Somewhere far, victims of war rest in peace.
Bomb explodes, ice creams melt, smiles freeze.
bells toll
death.
06/16/2017
Categories:
rush out, children, innocence, war,
Form:
Shape
This ends right now.
Confided in me then threw it all away
There can be no love left within me
Angerfeardisappointmentdespair
But you've lost it all now - I've given up on you.
He's got you doing I don't know what
And the rumours are rumours but the rumours are true
And if I saw him I swear
I'd smash his face in.
Could do with another outlet after all
These stabbing shrieks inside my chest
Scraping at my flesh and bone
Won't let them penetrate me
See her; who is she?
Wonder if you know her
She's everything you pretended to be
Emotionless beneath that metal
Trusting no-one still being betrayed
Who are they in the frame with her?
These strangers who casually call themselves friends
You're so stupid
They couldn't care less
Watch you stagger and fuel the habits they helped you start
Mindless idiot.
She's going to die and she's taking you with her
Don'tpiercethatdon'tsmokethatdon'ttakethat
What more can I do when you block me out?
Sleep around black out come to me for comfort
Crazy little girl, could slash you and let all the bad rush out
But then of course we'd have nothing left
And it grieves me that it's come to this
Can't stand it anymore; you're on your own you've got a choice you'll make the
wrong decision I can't be there to guide you
Confided in you then threw it all away
Can't keep these lame promises and I know
I said I'd always be there
But I was there for you and I'm talking to myself 'cause you're dead on the inside
And it's spreading fast.
Not one redeeming feature
Could rip you apart wouldn't harm you for the world
Save you from it all leave you there for them to get you
And they won't find my girl, person worth protecting
Her and you'll be there instead already gone already dead
You all shall scream
Won't turn my head
And I'll remember you today
For what you used to be
Days that seem too far away
You're ugly now in every way.
Categories:
rush out, angst, death, depression, loss,
Form:
Free verse
THE BATHROOM
I’ve got three older sisters,
Lindsey, Sue and Kate,
And every single morning,
They try to make me late.
They get into the bathroom,
And then they lock the door.
So I knock and knock with both my hands
Until they’re really sore.
They stay in there for hours!
I really don’t know why,
Because I can wash all over
In two minutes if I try,
Just because I’m only five
They think that I’m a pest,
But it’s cold outside the bathroom door
In just your shorts and vest.
I have to wait ‘til Mum comes up
When she hears me shout.
She says “I’m counting up to five”!
At three they all rush out.
When I go in the floor’s all wet,
With towels everywhere.
The walls and mirror are covered with steam,
And the sink is full of hair.
One day I’ll get up early,
And I’ll be very cruel.
I’ll sit in the bathroom for half an hour,
And make THEM late for school.
Categories:
rush out, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
A CHRISTMAS AGO
My Christmas present list
Every year
Got longer and longer,
What to buy
Whether far or near
I certainly have always got joy
Out of giving,
Just two months ago, I thought
Things are getting out of hand,
What is Christmas all about,
Faith and family and
Being together,
No matter in Iceland
Or at the equator
Whether you are freezing,
Or in frazzling hot weather,
Most important, is
To be all together!
Used to rush out and shop
Up to Christmas Eve,
Ticking off this one and that,
Is this perhaps true,
Do you see yourself,
Is this a fact?
When as before,
Read, or today 'Googled'
Before World War one
Money was scarce,
Yet Christmas was fun!
Enjoy this wonderful day
For what it is,
Buy Christmas crackers I agree,
Pull them, bang, between
You with glee,
Hear the Christmas carols,
On Christmas morn,
Perhaps make a toy
For your boy,
Dad has tools and imagination
Feel free to craft with
With creative fascination,
And mummy,
Can make her yummy
Christmas cookies and
Perhaps write a poem,
To her little girl
Put a rag doll together,
Out of straw, material
Feather and leather!
Smell the turkey,
And potatoes, roasting,
Hear them sizzling,
Laughter and merriment
For the less fortunate,
Eating a piece of bread
Under a bridge on cement
We should take stock,
Not easy when your
World is a whirlpool,
A rat race,
Begin to face,
Reality and give to the poor,
Next Christmas to enter
This door,
You will do with
More ease
Give to the poor, please!
Save the world from plastics,
And fake gifts,
And Christmas suddenly
Will have meaning,
The world slowly
Recovers and shifts.
Categories:
rush out, christmas, faith, family,
Form:
Free verse
Soldiers Called
© 2009 (Jim Sularz)
In a strange Land, in a far-off Sea, ships set sail to scar Man and Earth.
When diplomacy fails, shattering Hopes for Peace, hate propels War’s unwanted birth.
Months and years of mock exercise and drills to check complete.
To prepare for a War that may never come, but is born when tyranny’s unleashed.
On that tearful day when Soldiers called, break formation to say goodbye.
Children rush out to clutch Soldier’s legs, tremble, and start to cry.
But Soldiers know, they have to go, to keep play soldiers safe.
From yet another tyranny, in yet, another place.
On embattled shores where fallen foes and heroes fiercely fight.
The battle ground will be sanctified by those who die that night.
Through the grime, and with sweat, and with blood, and with tears.
Through the horror of War, sometimes frozen with fear.
From battle to battle, fighting shore to shore.
Nothing escapes from the Hands of War.
Men killing Men with all of their might.
Unchain a Bomb with a blinding light.
When a long, brutal War finally ends - claiming it’s broken and countless dead.
The Boys that charged as a spirited Godsend - return dazed, War hardened, Iron Men.
And when some Soldiers come Home, they’re never quite the same.
Because their silent War rages on, every Night and every Day.
On Veteran’s day with the cheering crowds and the waving flags.
They celebrate the Soldier’s sacrifice in a very special way.
But a Soldier’s mind is just a flash away.
To a place called Hell where they died that day.
Now, with the Soldiers worn and their bodies bent.
A once embattled foe has become a friend.
And when the Day comes, to blow the final taps for all.
The old Units will be lined up and ready - for the last Roll Call.
Categories:
rush out, veterans day, war,
Form:
Ballade