Best Shy Poems
If guns don’t kill people
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred
We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has become cruel
What happened to the Golden Rule
Have we all taken on
the role of a fool
A gun isn’t just a harmless tool
It’s a weapon of mass destruction
and the most potent hate fuel.
I am scared by the NRA narrative
The power and control amendment imperative
Off to Washington lobbyist slobs
More and more gun factory jobs
Guns don’t lead to the collaborative
Weapons should not be the normative.
We have got in the habit of not looking up above
No gun has ever led to acts of love.
So until politicians become brave
Our society is a slave
Problems grow over time
We shouldn’t be so naive
Profiteers shouldn’t determine what we believe
In the end there are to many lives to grieve.
Blades whisper
as I walk the grass
Impatiens blush
Wisteria hides
behind lavender
dreadlocks
As dawn peeks
above roof tops
a timid breeze
touches my cheek
and May's shy kiss
brushes
my silent lips
1st Place
June Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Submitted 5/30/17
You have my voice that sings
My eye’s that love to see
My heart beating when it believes
My hand writing poetry of what should be
My steps walking boldly thinking of thee
My minds consumption of
vast amounts of time
My work that tries providing
Any attention that I can find
A victim of love
Happily and sadly am I
I am like Samson
Believing every lie
Being like Romeo
I’d surely die
What a substance is love
As reachable as the sky
With fears and rejection
That might cause my demise
My childish suffering
This disease called shy
Yet monotheistic my soul
Itself cries
Day after day this feeling
Will not die
Only one half of what
God says am I
Could you go with us,
My God and I
Could you put your hand under my thigh
Let me promise before I die
The climb of the mountian
That reaches your sky
Sidney sloth was so very very shy
He’d hide in the treetops way up high
Hanging upside down so no one could see
He’d painted his toes red like a ripe cherry
Sidney hid in the tree so silently
High in the branches where no one could see
But soon Sidney discovered a major snag
Ripe cherries were being picked and put in a bag
The cherry picker pulled at one of Sidney’s toes
Sidney was no longer in a state of sweet repose!
Wanting to maintain his privacy
Sidney climbed to the top of the tree
Soon autumn came and the leaves she did thieve
Forcing poor Sidney to hurriedly leave
Sidney sought sanctuary in a local zoo
Now he can’t be seen by me or you!
Fun write inspired by the idiom contest
07~29~16
New or Old 3 contest Sponsored by Eve Roper
Such a beautiful, blooming rose,
There is no reason to be shy,
So, why let your petals close,
When the sun is low in the sky.
Daisies and daffodils arrive in spring,
But, roses are rare, delicate flowers,
Brilliant sunsets are also amazing things,
So, why shy away in the midnight hours.
A rainbow of colors shine in daylight,
Pretty pink, sunny yellow, and rosy red,
But, don't be afraid of the night,
Don't go to sleep in your flower bed.
Look up, and behold the radiant moon,
Gaze at every shimmering, falling star,
The sun will be rising again, soon,
So, wait and see these beauties that are.
You do not experience any of this,
When you only awaken in early morn,
What celestial wonders you do miss,
But, every rose must have it's thorn.
Idle and aimless, living on the dole
Going in circles like fish in a bowl.
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23rd November 2015
Contest: Epigram couplet
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 2nd
The Retuning Smiles
i see beneath pairs of almond-shaped, green leavess
On white fabric, flowers set with four heart-shaped petals,
The color of sun-kissed blueberries,
Decorating the smocked sundress of the pig-tailed toddler
.Hanging over the crook of her mother’s arm, and
With her dazzling, black eyes looking all around
For some reason to be let down
Just as I was passing by,
Happy to see a pretty little child. and say, “Hi!”
The way any older woman might,
Wishing to receive a second’s gift
From the beauteous youth of the child’s smile.
But, she leaned into her mom’s chest, shy, seeing me
Stand there, one hand eagerly waving along with
My saying, “What nice flowers all over your dress,”
Diverting her attention from me down to what she wore
— The bright hearts scattered over her knees,
Causing a slight smile as her head lifted,
Which I shared, showing her my own happy,
big, slightly giggling smile,
To which her mom leamed in to kiss
Her darling girl nose to nose, thus blessing
Away the shyness…so the little girl
Shifted to sitting tall on her mom’s elbow
To seriously size me up
for herself, eye to eye —
For some moments —
While I almost lost hope.
Until at last her creased lips started to part.
The corners of her mouth rose, showing
Her several front, white baby teeth,
Set to share her smile,
Elating me, so I announced loudly,
“How pretty you are smiling!”
But when i lifted my eyes to see
Her reaction to my gleeful words,
There was no child, nor mother there. Even
Gone was the street I assumed
I’d been walking along…
And neither had I been dreaming, but
Speaking as I had into the air beyond my bed.
I’d been hallucinating. Another instance lately
That comes out of the blue, while wide awake,
Likely caused by the prefacing of exhaustion and
horrid pain I sometimes feel
Crossing my sight and mind with a
Boosting interplay with people who’re likely to smile ~
Who come, then go.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/23
Thanks be to
God…
I light up every time I see your face.
You're a very special part of me no one can ever replace.
The first time I held you to my chest, so close to my heart.
I knew there'd be a bond that would never fall apart.
I love you so much more than every cloud in the sky.
Always on my mind forever in my heart, my Shy.
Coconut shy at Reece Fair...
Auntie Margaret is sure she'll win this time.
A shy goldfish travels home
in ornate container.
4/14/2015
soft skillful mimics
talented singers but shy—
bright red embarrassed
It pains me to know that my baby is shy
Afraid to speak up, she lets her tears dry
I’ve been that little girl, mild and meek
Offended, abused, but dare not speak
I grew up ashamed, to be anything less
Or anything more than just like the rest
I hoped to be good, but feared being great
The resentment of shame, has filled me with hate
But Molly is different, her resilience, better
Agile, not fragile. She’s brilliantly clever
She observes the world in a rational manner
An optimistic spirit. Her horizons are grander
To find that, she too, houses demons within
The kind that tell lies, portraying a friend
“Don’t let them see, you’re vulnerable side
If you’re feeling too human, your thoughts, you must hide.”
It tugs at my heart, and scratches my soul
I resent those very demons and the joy they have stole
I wasn’t enough. My pain couldn’t suffice
But these brilliant bastards will hurt me twice
It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near!
When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!
Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!
detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!
you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!
In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!
Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.
Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!
They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!
Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand
Free from inhibitions
No more shyness to prohibit
The spirit’s intensity
From bringing extreme
Intimacy
Free from embarrassment
A shining example of passion
Awakening the power
Of sensuality’s caress across
Hearts
Free from any hang-ups
That might have been reasons
For never letting go and
Allowing abandon to capture
Informality
Free from the rose blush
Of shame, bringing doubts
Reflections of anxiety and fear
Conclusions that harbor worrisome
Reservations
Free from awkwardness
Without humiliation to graze
The naked dreams that penetrate
Deep within the one who knows no
Disgrace
Free from discomfitures
Without pride or egotisms
The whisper of inspiration from
One who listens to the song of spontaneity
Thriving
Free from self-consciousness
Dancing in the rain that accomplishes
More with it’s melody of lingering songs
Than any concert created by the one who is
Censored
The shy answer troll in the sycamore tree
Refused to come out for the chickadee.
So we sent our best fairy named sweet pie.
Her wand carved a mark in form of a zee.
Geese overhead flashed a pretty vee.
Sweet pea was the most polite she could be.
She did find out he was Larry McGee.
The next to try was a red bumblebee.
I am sent to ask you to please agree.
To attend our mixer beside the tea.
Our fabulous music and food is free.
The guest of honor is Simon Legree.
Larry McGee got down on one knee.
And took out his favorite fiddle wee.
He shook out his favorite BVD
Began to practice with a hee hee hee
Entire meadow was happy with glee
When the fiddle and the troll they did see
He apologized to the chickadee
She totally accepted his apology
We have this flirtation me and you--
never quite able to see your face.
Watching you while all alone.
Sometimes you write my night
with scrolls of silken words
saying love notes upon the dark sky.
I would blast my way off to visit,
find myself sick and falling free
with foot falls that stir up dust.
So very fine this dust, like powder
for your nose; is this how you hide
when you fall in and out of view.
I could be tip-toe tripping as I skim
along your surface, in search of the key
to unlock all your hidden secrets…
Fine jewels, maybe. Fine mist
of watery wealth, a mother lode
of exotics but even so I would leave you.
Earthbound I am here to paint the moon
like a shadow boxer, creeping toward bedtime.
Icicle licked, that’s more than flirtation.
It’s a foothold into tomorrow
past all these years, I see you now I don’t
wander the clouds of our lives.