Best Scoffs Poems
Hocus Pocus
Poets are like magicians.
They trick the heart into feeling,
“things” they had no idea, were there at all.
Sadly poets don’t always know how their tricks work.
They sit and think, and study, and hope and even pray.
They are prone to mistakes and misinterpretations.
Yet…
Poets, dare to dream in colors,
of blue, and yellow, and green.
They sing songs to no one,
people that can barely hear at all.
They make jokes that people miss,
sometimes on purpose.
“May I read you this?” a courageous voice in the crowd.
Met with scoffs and “Oh my’s” or worse.
“How long will it be, why did you bother?”
“Will it make me laugh or smile?”
“Perhaps I do not want to feel that way!”
Then…
they leave their words,
lying on the ground.
Un...cared for.
A blessing,
they are found…
treasures all around.
words on a page, a tiny perfect stage.
When we are alone,
not being what others say we are…
we are closer to ourselves and not far from Him.
Some of us, not all of us, but a few…
look at the words and dare to consider,
to ponder how it feels to fly, from a wheelchair,
to sing without a voice,
to laugh at yourself,
and even…
dare to love.
Categories:
scoffs, 12th grade, abortion, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Never apologize for being exactly
the person that you are, warts and all.
Tough if someone scoffs at you for that!
It's not your obligation to please the world.
You are your own individual.
Should a soul attempt to rearrange you
in any form, in any shape, in any way;
tell that sucker to go fly a kite!
Stay just as you are because....
you're fine and dandy!
You're a sparkling diamond, remember that;
perfectly imperfect, as you should be. Never mind...
the scars deep within you, or those written
on your skin for all to see! There's no shame
in wearing those. They don't make you any less special!
Never change a single thing about you;
not your idiosyncracies,
not your adorable quirks,
not how you carry yourself
not how you dress, or your hairstyle.
Rock on with your bad self!
Your personality is uniquely yours.
Should you hear that it's all twisted and wrong,
tell the fool that said so....
"Sorry, you've got it backwards...and mind your business!"
You're just fine the way you are.
You are who you are, and that's that.
Let no one try to change you,
because you're special, one of a kind;
and there's nothing wrong with you!
Submitted for...
Encourage Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 11/28/2020
Categories:
scoffs, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Didactic
My favorite actor I can easily say would have to be Johnny Depp,
When he has a new movie coming out, it puts a spring in my step;
My husband thinks that he’s insane, but that adds to his allure,
Has there ever been another actor that can play in rolls so obscure;
Take Edward Scissorhands for example, who else could pull that off,
There’s not another actor that could, but still my husband scoffs;
So versatile in playing roles from Cry-Baby to Sleepy Hollow,
And I’ll admit while watching scenes in Chocolat, I found it hard to swallow;
I have yet to see another actor who could match Depp in his whit,
Although Alice in Wonderland kind of freaked me out a bit;
The Pirates of the Caribbean movies all had me on my toes,
But Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was a little weird, I suppose;
That having been said, he’s brilliant, No other can compare,
And when I see his picture posted, I can’t help but stop and stare!
~For Amy Green's Choose One, Have Fun Contest~
-My Subject is Johnny Depp-
Categories:
scoffs, dedication, funny, peoplehusband, husband,
Form:
Couplet
How hope still clings in the maze of youth,
though a vessel so tender,
not yet cured, apt to blow in the wind
as a ripened daisy,
a fledgling ----
too much a babe for a serpent's wile;
A helping hand awaits in the arms of time,
where moments pass to eternity,
the winds are hushed with reprieve,
always,
there is a friend staring to dawn
From love roars the mightiest wind,
of a warmth most enduring,
The rose sifts most sweet
in youthful shallows,
not deep of a withered old;
ere anger is bred and seasoned,
tamed to mother's ease,
The old man forgets, the harridan scoffs
while the child rides the winds
of rosy-dawns and soft remembrance,
somehow, the ancient are redeemed
Let love speak her tender tongue,
atop mountains too aloft for wicked ears,
Soothe she the weeping wayward,
the broken bone, fevers ungodly;
though she is mysterious to the ignorant,
confounds the tyrant in his self-genius ----
only God could know her name,
whispered infinite
(she is love)
** Excerpt from my epic ' The Blood of the Prophets'
(unfinished as of yet)**
Categories:
scoffs, god, hope, youth,
Form:
Free verse
THE POET
Reinvents the world all clean and neat
Passing it on from village to village on electric feet
Armed with pen, peanut butter and a few sheets
He listens for sounds others don’t hear
Turning self inside out backwards in the mirror
Shouting out the roof of his room hot tears
The poet, faithful to his muse soul alert
Floats o’er mountains, forests through dust of plain and desert
Hatching rhyme from paradise to Mother Earth
One of the world’s most solitary really alive in mind alone
Like a word-archaeologist digging for a bone
He scoffs at social zenith calls fancy his true home
Categories:
scoffs, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
My spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
The devil tries to deter me
scoffs: Why even bother to try?
I see a mountain above me
towering over the clouds
A wee voice anxiously warns me
Only way to return -- in a shroud
But my spirit is a born climber
nothing if not courageous
Daring danger to defeat him
he maps out a climb for the ages...
I espy swirling waters below me
in which a young lad flails away
Can I swim? Does it matter? --
I've been selected to save the day
My spirit prods me to jump in
grab the boy and struggle to shore
Alive and happy, if exhausted
prepared for the coming encore...
Yes, my spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
taking on every new challenge
looking it square in the eye
____________________________
Entry in 'The Human Spirit' contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
~ September 13, 2022 ~
Categories:
scoffs, character, courage, humanity, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
I have opinionated friends.
Bonita will not wear a mask unless it is Halloween.
It violates her constitutional rights.
What about other people’s rights? I ask her.
She scoffs.
I have opinionated friends.
Shirley says all news that goes against her president is fake news.
Her president is her new god.
She has never been more fervent.
What if it is all a bit of real? I ask her.
She laughs.
I have opinionated friends.
Rita will not go outside because she is afraid of the Democrats.
Elise will not venture out because she is afraid of the Republicans.
What if they are just people too? I ask.
They both smirk and make fun of me
Behind my back.
I have opinionated friends.
Dorothy hates the liberals.
They are all the same.
They have the same mind set.
The same brain.
I like Dorothy, so I do not tell her I am a liberal.
I have opinionated friends.
Linda will not vote for a woman.
Ever.
For any office.
Women are dumb.
Says a lot about Linda.
I have opinionated friends.
I love them all.
Get along well with them too,
Keeping my opinions close to the vest.
So we can all get along and retain our friendship.
Categories:
scoffs, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Fading blossoms drooping low in abeyance
Arouse Summer’s suspicions that now Autumn
Races forward, seeking Summer’s abdication.
Even as the birds plan their migration south,
Willful Summer scoffs as she stifles the wind,
Eventually losing to the tug of chill air.
Looking at scorched ground, Summer abandons
Last requests to the barren clouds for quenching rains.
Trudging toward tomorrow, Summer remembers she was
Once a grand empress, and vows she shall be again!
She sheds her ragged regal robes and crown;
Uneasy in weight of peasant’s coarse tunic.
Maybe next year when the Sun again comes ‘round,
Maybe next year when Summer defends, just then,
Essence of life will calm and steady her realm.
Restoring hope for her next auspicious reign.
Categories:
scoffs, autumn, bird, goodbye, rain,
Form:
Acrostic
These are the times when the walls talk
The bricks sneer and the tile floor scoffs at you
Disapproving, mocking, judging
It’s a quiet conversation
You can’t quite grasp the words
Muttered to your ears only
Yes, the others are excluded
From this one-sided discussion
So they don’t understand
When you can’t hear them
And when you stare blankly at the wall
Because they aren’t aware
That those walls are tormenting you
Categories:
scoffs, anxiety, blue, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Boss Lady! Boss Lady? Whatever do you mean?
Do you mean I’m hip, I’m fly, I’m stylish, what?
Do I accept an accolade, or are you being snide?
Or is it innuendo; yes… true, that just could be it too.
Of course, you could be like one, who scoffs at his own issues;
for he is in denial, and refuses to resolve them.
What that means quite frankly dear is that you are insecure;
and women who assert themselves just scare the pants off you,
but you won’t tell that either.
What could you lose but childishness if once you would admit?
This better half of you in me has more than half a mind, and works.
So well it works, (the female brain) you hardly can admit it; instead
Your first defense is always, “women just don’t get it”.
And there you go, that wall goes up and words… they just don’t matter;
then reason doesn’t stand a chance, you say, “Oh, you’re so damn frus-tra-ting”.
If you would relax and keep quite still, it will not take long to see,
the things Boss lady can not do she smiles and calls for you.
The reason friend is fairly simple, we make what’s called a team.
Boss ladies do insinuate, but only to implore,
you must stand tall, or you will fall, as prey to an imposter ;
Just recognize the one who sighs, though cute, is what? An interloper.
Categories:
scoffs, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Burlesque
I need a day off
from this irritating cough
i need a day off
from the snickers, smirks and scoffs
I really need a day off
from all these butterflied up moths
will I ever get a break
from this sickness, keeping me awake
will I ever get a break
from admitting my mistakes
could I please just get a break
from confusing what is fake
I wish I could get a rest
from this god forsaken test
I wish I could get a rest
from all the weight upon my chest
I wish I could get a rest
from getting myself so depressed
but I need to step it up again
to restore my word to what its been
but i need to step it up again
never ceasing my conditionin'
I mean I really need to step it up this time
in my life, my brain, and in my rhyme
Categories:
scoffs, retirement,
Form:
Free verse
Luke treats eating like a contest
An all that you can eat
Luke scoffs down everything
Fills himself down to his feet
Today he swallowed down six doughnuts
He gobbled up some pies
He munched his way through a chocolate cake
Two hamburgers and some fries
Luke was very pleased with himself
Acting like he’d won the cup
But then everything he’d eaten
Just came right back up
Though we did present him with a prize
But for Luke it caused more distress
As we handed him a mop and bucket
To clean up all the mess.
And it did him no good complaining
That his tummy hurts
This greedy little pig
Got his just deserts.
Categories:
scoffs, children, kids, funny, grandson,
Form:
Rhyme
Northside of Chi-Town is full of emotion.
In the ‘45 Series Cubs and Tigers are battling.
Sianis buys two tickets to show his devotion.
Is booted ‘cause his billy goat won’t stop bahbling.
He curses the Cubbies and causes a commotion.
But spring is rooted in fans' love and devotion
Like lush, green, yellow, crimson, ivy will never
Stop growing. Year after year fans fear
Hearts will shatter but remain forever
Faithful chanting “Wait ‘til next year!”
Generations grow up cheering with great emotion.
Generations grow old enduring gut-wrenching loss
Bleeding among Lovable Losers time
And again, but no Cubbie faithful dares cross
To the Southside—it’d be a traitorous crime.
In 2003, faithful fans’ love and devotion
Promises fruition as Dusty Baker
Arrives Northside heralded as the Cubs’ savior.
But NLCS Game 6 at Wrigley is a heartbreaker.
Cubs need five outs but collide with a traitor.
Steve Bartman’s still in hiding; his name elicits emotion.
Castillo’s bat aims grenade over foul territory.
Cubs’ fielder Alou springs towards the heavens to snatch
But when feet touch dirt Cubs land in purgatory.
Faithful gasp: Curse of the Billy Goat sets a rematch.
Since that fateful day in ‘45 exploding with emotion
Wrigley hasn’t seen another World Series.
Since Bartman's affair in 2003, Cubs haven’t won
A playoff series. But Billygoat yaks to Mrs. O’Leary’s
Ol’ Cow an’ scoffs at the new scapegoat’s unearned run.
In 2011, after 91-losses, Ricketts proves his devotion
Adding the sabermetrics guru who now values emotions.
Epstein arrives at Northside championing human connections
Rebuilds Cubs’ roster with players who reverse the motion
108-years and character solves equation for a winners’ resurrection.
Hearts ripping open is a crushing emotion
But fans never stopped believin' in near
Foreseeable future ‘cause they’re loyal
Lovers and nothin’s as good as baseball ‘n’ beer
At Wrigley for 81 games on your own home soil.
Categories:
scoffs, america, angst, baseball, celebration,
Form:
Rhyme
It is funny!
Very funny how
A masked preacher can preach honesty;
And even points at the wrongs with his
Fingers of hypocritical righteousness…
We stare with grim satisfaction
Because the black winged Angel
Ridding a flaming chariot tells a tale;
And proclaims that God is love,
Yet he, himself is an Angel of death.
Day after wretched day Humanity walks!
He walks down the dark alley of freedom;
Freedom which shouts fairness;
Fairness that begets confusion—
And he tries to bottle the spittle of birds…
Every night he lies in bed and tries to hear
The voice of fishes shouting gender and Sexualty in a world where the scale of
Equality is unevenly proportional and
Equal rights mean the oppression of men.
Apartheid, the history of Mzanzi is
The present for the African world and
That has caused his inferiority complexes
To suffice and personalize racism and
One after another, generations play along.
Lest we forget,
The victims are just as guilty
As the perpetrators but at some point.
Humanity weeps as he inspects
His isle of hopelessness!
But just like the majority, men;
They cry in hiding.
Where no-one sees,
No-one hears and
No-one dares speak for the black sheep!
Deep down this egocentric radicalism,
He orders rotten eggs to make an omelette
With which he feeds pirate justice,
And he goes all year long
On a running stomach.
Although the words never sink,
Humanity hearkens to
The rumbling stomach of justice but
When the rainbow of life turns
Grey!
Humanity's children cry day and night
While the Angel of death entrusted
Their protection feasts on their tears
And dances to the beautiful sound
Of their troubled voices.
And when the wolf comes for their
Brazen souls we hail at the smiling lady
Who says 'I am virgin Mary'
With fangs behind her white vail
And poison under her tongue—death!
The rich are poor but morally,
Yet no-one sees
And no-one cares;
They say 'each one for himself'
Come shall the final hour do.
It is funny!
Very funny how
A masked preacher can preach honesty;
And even points at the wrongs with his
Fingers of hypocritical righteousness…
Humanity looks on
And passes his judgement.
The masked preacher scoffs:
“No-one is perfect.
No, not one!”
Categories:
scoffs, anger, pain, patriotic, political,
Form:
Ode
Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working,
his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.
The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,
and boss’ in cabs are picking scabs, they count their money, smirking.
Bob walks the streets and begs for eats or little jobs for trying
“the answer’s no, you ought to know, no use for you applying,
and don’t be sad, it aint that bad, it’s soon your time for dying.”
The air is thick, his baby’s sick, the cries are multiplying.
Bob’s wife’s in town, she’s broken down, she’s ranting with a fury,
their baby coughs, the doctor scoffs, the snow flies all a’ flurry.
Hard work’s the sin that’s done them in, they skirmish, scrimp and scurry,
and midnight dreams are filled with screams; Bob knows he needs to hurry.
It’s getting late, Bob’s tempting fate, his choices cruel and blurry,
He chooses gas, they breathe their last, there’s no more cause to worry.
Categories:
scoffs, people,
Form:
Sonnet