Best Script Poems
It's imperative to alter the narrative,
so get out a round of ream.
There's a knot in the plot,
a lost theme with out a seam..
You pause and you pivot.
The script leaves you livid,
falling short of your dream.
Stopped, stalled between acts,
little time to retrack,
as your pen is running out of steam.
You capture me with your radiant smile
Hearty bold laugh impassive and vexing
Little grey hairs in your barely there beard
Needling your chocolate chin for years
Your artistic style and fashion sense
In a suit that could pay purple rent
Of course you write and to my delight
You include me in the story of your life
Gregory
Christian, loving, caring and protector
Brother of George, Jeremy, and Raichelle
Lover of life, my mom, and grandmother
Who feels Love, Faith, and Success
Who fears God, myself, and Not Man
Who would like to see the Son, the Father and Holy Spirit
Resident of Houston, Tx
Pace
ephemeral script
language written in the sand
no need to encrypt
I'd like you all to keep this under your hat
It's a real mild winter where we're at
Grass is showing in the park cross the way
The sun is shining almost every day
Something's got crossed but complaining I'm not
Last winter was ugly it's surely a plot
The weather people are not following the script
Maybe they should all be repeatedly whipped
Till they beg for mercy down on their knees
For confusing us locals, trying to please
We'd rather you tell us the weather will be fine
Then we can blame you when the sun don't shine
Your job, you can have it, it's a no-win situation
Predicting the weather for someone's vacation
It's really a gamble, just bite your tongue
The odds are great, you're going to get stung
© Jack Ellison 2014
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wreathing this life's mind's eye - wrenched, gnarled, hit, burked
neurons in diminution - clashed, rammed, slayed
futility tops up canvass of murk
phonemes, words, phrases now frolicly played
heart's lyrical requiem overlaid
poesy - penned, written in woe death's crypt
shrieking the LIMITLESS lines of my SCRIPT.
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*-* jun-jun villanueva
*-* " RHYME ROYAL " contest
Into the darkness with adventurous fantasies at stake
Wondering how much this creative experience
Will actually make
It was only a few months ago
One’s mind played out the moving picture show
A funny friendly rollercoaster ride the characters did take
Following an author’s imaginary directions filled with dips and turns for heaven’s sake
Why do you put them through this?
When the protagonist only wanted was a mutual embracing credit crawling kiss
Conflicts were in sight
When they could feel a big fright
While enjoying being high and ready to touch the sky
In love encountering the beautiful vibe
Until seconds later there is a drop that had so many feet
Making a setting not so sweet
Things started moving fast
Sailing along like an angry gust hitting an enchanting mast
Eventually the writer slows it down
Penning an apology not requesting a frown
Once again the action starts to rise
When one of the characters mistakenly speaks dialogue
Filled with lies
Chains start to pull than release
All the characters are still at peace
Before the natural force
Runs its course of sorts
Totally safe this scripted affair
Having all the amusements one fetishes if they dare
Does the talent know?
There is a happy ending for the dame and the beau
While letting the passengers go
Having an upset feeling
From all the reeling
The rider asks, “Do you want to do it again?”
Contacting the agent to decide when
Knowing a story never actually has an end
As new characters embark
For another trip in the dark
They get comfortable in the seat
Waiting for the tantalizing treat
Received in the car
Designed to show the feelings that is dealt to the romantic comedy star
This is a script to read again
Its wordings are clear- no blunder
Each page on its own is a sane
It has distinct words to ponder
I’m yet to find its replacement
This is a script to read again
It’s obvious in its endowment
A script fit beyond thousand reigns
With what I've seen, I've much to gain
Those about lives before our own
This is a script to read again
Can any author beat this Lone?
In everything it’s just the star
I think its lost can’t be regain
It’s the same here and in Dakar
This is a script to read again.
28/5/2013
Roe Roe Roe your boat
don’t you fill me with an ark full
low blow this behold
more than just my hips for art thou
A SILENT SCRIPT OF FINGERED LOVE ( P14)
It's at first when we were found,
We spoke with eyes, yet not a sound
As we televised our minds in sync,
We read the print of script below,
It voiced words – of love forever,
For it not I who did the writing,
Neither you had no control,
It was word in script of destiny,
Blushing you as I saw shy,
Long ago in times of galaxy,
Forces closed to forge our bond,
We were sent to meet the future,
Yet no words were spoken then,
All we had to do was reach,
And touch our fingertips together,
To fortify our love forever.
©Copyright 2015 M..A. Bell (alfi – m.za)
We live life as a prescription
Following the moral code
But we suffer contradictions
On this long and distant road
Heeding and keeping edicts
Is the focus of the game
But the accolades we’re seeking
Aren’t ours to acclaim
We have lived obeying orders
And conventions that we face
Without stopping for direction
We accept our daily fate
But we fail to bother trusting
Our own internal voice
Disappointments, we are feeling
‘Cause we think we have no choice
A life that’s unexplored and empty
Doesn’t have to rule our lives
And the standard expectations
Aren’t enough now to suffice
We must trail our new horizons
And must plot our own design
And base the evaluations
On our truth that we will find
Life is a happy adventure when you reach your dreams.
Finding you, my Ingrid, has filled my days with sunbeams.
Two hearts that God has bound together as one, are we.
Laughing and playing, walking through life, soul mates, spirits free!
I love you.
Are we not drawn onward to new era?
Changing life’s script into a happy saga -
Before you, I walked through life with sorrow, bleakly.
Many years of loneliness, I had to face bravely.
I thank God above you came to Florida from Norway.
One day in my doorway, mayday became a parfait…stay!
True love arrived, unplanned.
I wanna hold your hand.
Always and forever, our true hearts sing in cadence.
We agreed; pledged our love with secure assurance.
Time is bursting with thought, serenity…joy.
Happy tears fill my eyes for I am not your toy.
When I feel like I am running on empty, you take my hand.
You and I strolling through life in our woodland.-
New tingling hearts embrace their sweetest spark.
ã June6, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Mish-Mash
Sponsored by Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
When we are born, our life begins
This is the opening pages of our birth
And these chapters grow through our youth
We write these pages with our very actions
We still learn, so our story continues on
Building as we learn of love, hate and other emotions
But no matter what we try to do, try to alter
We can never go back to those times gone before
We can never change that which is already written
Like wise, we can never find a way to read ahead
It is impossible to glance at our last page
To see exactly what Destiny has planned for us
You see, certain things are still yet to happen
Because this script of life is yet unfinished
Each passing second writes new words to read
Your last breath will become your final sentence
When, at last, your book can now be closed
And that is when your script shall be no more
The written word of someone’s life performed on stage
The dialog you will be amazed
The story of a young boy who was bullied and who wanted to commit suicide
But the inner emotion from within in being reside
My life is in shambles
I grew up to only be beat up
People thought I was gay
At least that was discussions way
Word got out from here to there astray
Discussions remained strong
I tried as I may to get along
My Parents even thought so as well
It wasn’t hard as I could tell
But that is not the whole story
I often get strange stares
Yet it wasn’t really crystal clear
I was called names beyond my own
I am you have heard of and they are known
I feel I am not worthy to live
I want to take my life and never again think twice
How should I commit suicide?
Take pills, hang myself or stab myself with a knife into my heart
My life has no meaning
I have no creed to proceed
People want me dead for what they think I have become
Their focus is next to none
I don’t even have my Parents to look upon
My tomorrow has become today
Perhaps I will be better off dead
Then I will never have to hear instead being misled
My eyes are beginning to close, and darkness being the overcast
That second came quick
I am no more.
This persona, picks up the mask he placed beside the bed
And the actor, feels the lines he’s already read
They hang their syllables on his tongue
As they breath into his lungs
Answered by a soft restraining sigh
As he buries the reasons why
He no longer wants to be a part of this
It’s a footstep, taken through a place he no longer feels apart of
As he is cut by the angles of the brick
As they force their intrusion with their ugly, scraping intercepts
While his eyes hunger for the leaves
He hangs poised between their branches
Floating through the spaces between the grass blades
And sees the prison bars
Everything, including him constructed
This persona, so ready in its plastic skin of parody
Hopes that it appears to be an acceptable front for normality
But behind his hungry eyes
His separation dances in the skies
He’s not crazy in the spin, but some insanity beckons him
As the prison bars grow wider
If he could only just step through
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew
As the day break, drips onto the essence of sublime
But his heart ache, tells him that he really doesn’t have the time
The repeat run between the gears
And his place amongst the cogs and wheels
Smoothly jerk upon the performance of their strings
Just like the puppet of himself, his day begins
While every piece of litter he calls his dreams
Are blown into the shadows in his soul
The eyes see, but they don’t see anything anymore
They are a horizon, on a beach of some distant forgotten shore
While he hungers for the trees
The open fields where nature breathes
He fights to break his own perception
Alone in a prison cell of his own making
Every thing about him is scratched into the unyielding brick
His persona, so ready in its organization of plastic skin
Prays that he executes a well played part in normalities theatre
But behind the sadness in his eyes
All he was has slowly turned to lies
When he touched upon the truth every person keeps inside
The desperate aching in everybody’s heart
To be free of all the deceit
Which stole their lives, from the very start
And as the prison bars grow ever wider still
He asks for the strength to just let go
He prays for the courage to step through
And pick up all the litter of his dreams
And release himself from all the things
He thought he knew