Best Shiny Poems
I put my thumb up while the thoughts of darkness came and went
In each person's life there may be sorrow and defeat
You see a little angel lonely, left and confused
The joy is so delicious and grief is lonely
We just have to taste what's coming,
something is sweet and something is bitter
No matter what happens,
I have seen beauty that holds back the darkness
You may say I'm a dreamer and violets are blue
28.07.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
shiny, emotions, life,
Form:
Free verse
Let me hold you one more time before you go
Next time we meet , is a time that we don't know
Let me hold you once again , before you spread your wings to fly
Only God knows what will happen to me after this goodbye
Allow me to see your shiny blue eyes once again
Oh there's a lot of upcoming torture to me , oh there's a major pain
Can I touch you for the last time before they lay you in the ground ?
May I hear your beloving voice , may you crash the emptiness sound ?
Time was too cruel to give me what I ask , it took you in a flash
It buried you under the ground and burned me down to ash
It's a very hard task to live in a world wher I breathe up and you breathe down
Where I get to live among all these voices but yet can't reach you're sound
In the memory of my dear beloving grandpa , gone but never forgotten .
May your soul rest in peace (6/5/2018 sunday , 3:10 PM )
Categories:
shiny, cancer, death, sad,
Form:
Lyric
I am a shiny penny
just minted, brand-new
You'll find me in pockets
of shoppers like you
My value's dropped
as some've stopped
carrying cash at all; now
as passe as 'cruising the mall'
But there still is one place
where I can yet shine --
on the innocent face
of a kid under nine
He likes that I'm shiny
A quarter's often not
So find me that kid
'fore my copper grow spots!
Categories:
shiny, child, happiness, money,
Form:
Personification
Once upon a shiny polished day, the sun shone bright as golden ray
and in the park where the children played the puppies danced ballet
The kittens meowed from their outdoor yum cafe
and the birds chirped from the trees while they surveyed
the pretty ducklings waddling in the pond, hurray hurray !
Once upon a starlit night the moon smiled sweetly at the sea
and in the river all the loons echoed across the lake, woo wee
The owl gave a hoot and the foxes slept tee hee
while the rabbit stretched and caught a snack or three
Once upon a fairytale a little Pixie cast a spell
and all the sicklies of the forest were suddenly made well
each precious creature went pell-mell at the sound of a Fairy's Bell
while all the ogres, trolls and elves, tap danced on a chanterelle.
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Categories:
shiny, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Shiny red apples
Perfect in form
Are only found
In the grocery store
Never oh never
Growing on your tree
Real life is
Nothing like that
Small and green
With little red
This is how
Real life is
Perfection sought
Is rarely found
And makes us think
Something is wrong
Looking for something
That is mostly not there
We over look the real
Around us everywhere
Apples to pick
Are easy to find
Taste just as good
Are just as fine
Categories:
shiny, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a
morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork
neckbones lay naked of meat.
The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies,
while dishes await scrapes of scraps for the family pet; Tuffy.
A simpler time, when gas was priceless at $.75 a gallon-
and exhaust fumes were free.
Corner, Jewish owned stores amass nickels for pounds of salt
pork, fat-back and tabs for grits, Wonder Bread and sardines,
pennies for cookies, salted peanuts float atop RC Cola bottles,
while the neighbor; Miss Sally spits “bacca,” in a old tin can.
We sprint as Wilma Rudolph to tab a gallon of milk, after biting
a red pepper disguised as an ornament hanging from Daddy’s bush,
while I scratch melanin legs infested with sand-sores, from making
mud pies.
Strolls cross the railroad tracks on Saturdays offer rare window peeks,
as the Christmas parade showcases the only ***** High School
steppin high, erect and purposed, as integration passes the house.
Time creeps unaware of bigotry, racism, poverty and out-voted segregation.
Time welcomed newborns of newly born future stars shining dimly while
dressed in blackness to affirm cultural change.
Categories:
shiny, black african american, family,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I will buy me a shiny car
Along the way, along the way...
I will buy many things.
I will love me a shiny ring
Along the way... along.
I will love me solitaire.
I will love me my memories
And sing and sing, but
To no one except me.
.............................................
3/4/2015
Featured poem for the week
commencing 7/17/2016
Categories:
shiny, car, memory, sad,
Form:
Free verse
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower eyes
~SIDE-NOTE:
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
~JSLaM
Categories:
shiny, anniversary, art, business, confusion,
Form:
Kwansaba
Edina's life story is worthy of being told with sympathy,
she was a refugee from worn-torn Kosovo breathing
an air frosted by the harsh wind of January;
she escaped from an abusive father named Bojan
when her town was burned down towards morning,
but that horrifying image is worse than
her living hell lying on a bed facing a window made of cherry wood
as she waits to be abused by men violating her body already bruised.
Today three's no sun peaking, only icy rain falling;
and expecting screams from pain, she starts crying...
who will assault her when that creaking door opens?
But against her will, she must obey the stranger's voice.
Twice a day Vuk, a sturdy Yugoslavian men, walks in
with a tray of bred and water and says, " Eat it, ****! "
Edina shivers and nods for fear of being beaten;
will she gather some courage and finally shout?
How can Edina escape from this tiny room
that has steel window bars like a prison? Her weak, short arms can't ever grope,
they will never bend them and know freedom;
although gloominess is all around her, dim sunrays give her comfort, not hope.
The coldest and longest night awaits her...no sleep for Edina's scared heart;
she'll feel dirty and can't wash the filth away to feel clean...
rough hands will touch her, making her do a despicable act!
Rain won't stop falling: it's the shiny tears of angels rolling down her chin.
Categories:
shiny, anger, pain, teenage, war,
Form:
Rhyme
A shiny pebble laying,
two buffoons nearby;
...a mild concussion.
Categories:
shiny, funny
Form:
Haiku
Do you believe it, the predicted high tomorrow is 90
This is Canada, the frozen north, not taking this too kindly
Moderation is our norm
This blip will transform
This country into a sweatbox and our skin will get shiny
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
shiny, weather,
Form:
Limerick
Shiny Things
Our whole lifelong we hunger strong for shiny things,
the pain of glory, gain, and wealth’s monopoly.
We have to know we won the bow, the choicest ring,
tossing aside hungry pride, to live happily.
Young girls with curls and pearls know passion’s intense fire.
While purer hearts rot in the dark with little hope.
The lust for gold and precious jewels fuels all desire.
Heedlessly we choose not to lose our finer scope.
Through our gaining and attaining, we beat the match.
So great a weight and blessed fate it's up for theft,
like women prized if they're surmised as a good catch.
One winners part leaves some poor heart lone and bereft.
As time goes by these things might die or gleam less bright.
We ponder where's that wondrous flair seen at first sight.
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Categories:
shiny, character, image, integrity,
Form:
Sonnet
Rise up from the depths
twisting, gasping on the sandy shore
glistening into final rest
Categories:
shiny, allegory,
Form:
Haiku
Black, Shiny Shoes.
The EU dictatorship has crushed Hellas Germany and the banks won-
The French to their helped the Greeks writing a new tax system and
for once the tycoons have to pay tax as well and for the Hellenic
people they need not buy new shoes every fortnight, let the cobblers
mend your shoes. I remember a time when buying shoes was a major
investment, they were always black and bought on credit book.
You may call it thrift I will call it poverty when you are poor everything
cost more as the Greeks soon will soon notice. And in case you wonder
the money the loans go straight to the lenders banks and one wonder
who many times they have to pay for the airport in Athens a German
steel company built? The Greeks are hard working people, with bad elite,
the next one to will be Portugal, Italy too are feeling the clammy hand of
capitalism and then it will be France`s turn to taste rigour.
What about EU then?
Categories:
shiny, betrayal, break up, celebrity,
Form:
Blank verse
A lovely button pops out in the summer sun
pick her up and she will bring you luck
Walks along the beach, a seashell spun
by the silk of the ocean, a little red truck
Coconut sensation a radio pinned upon the ear
the sky is blue, the sea is foaming
Snapshot memories, eating lobster on the peer
bathing suit strap lowered, barefoot roaming
The day after, seagull dreams ocean connections
I stitch her to my heart and she feels just right
Clothed in her light she is a special recollection
of me finding a shiny button, ... at the beach.
Categories:
shiny, appreciation,
Form:
Rhyme