Best Squeezed Poems
Sunshine Squeezed Lemon with Water Sugar in a Glass
I just need sunshine;
Lemons off a tree squeezed, please;
Water, sugar, glass;
10/13/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Paint me a day
with lemon squeezed yellow
Lime green meadows
beneath bluebell skies mellow
Brush in the shoots
of daffodils sunny blooms
delegating room
for a robins red belly plumes
Stroke in this scene
daisies white with sunny smiles
altering this trial
of winter’s cold, but for awhile
© Debra Squyres 2/3/14
Sponge Is being squeezed
Blood is pouring out
Tears are pouring out
And
Love is pouring out
Creating love river
Undeniable
Maker of oneness
Weaving through nooks and crannies
Of souls of people
And nations.
lemons crushed over iced glass
hot march sun, cape gooseberries
drenched umbrellas into the fog of sunrise
rain and march breezes bring in May bloom
Written: March 6, 2022
Form: Lind30, 7-7-7-9
March In Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
HMS.COM
A kingdom that’s ruled by flights of fancy,
suddenly whimsical has been turned sour;
Peasants facing collective tragedy
being brought to life is leaving them dour;
Afraid to truly close their eyes and see
they all fight the same nightmarish power;
Squeezing into all that they have outgrown
will bravely boost up that childhood backbone.
who squeezed out/ you’re spirit?
Remember running?
Remember laughing? Really laughing? As your restless eyes lept into the silence.
NOW
suck down that second hand laugh. See how easy it is.
Dread shadows me. It seeps out of my mouth and clings to my eyes.
They see. They laugh.
Ha
Please shoot the messenger. He uses my tongue.
I squeezed hands under veil of the darkness...
"You are pale today, tell me, why?"
Because I gave him drink with tart sadness
to be drunk to regret and to cry.
Can't forget, he walked out and he staggered
And the torture distorted his mouth,
I ran down stair to him and I pattered
passing by rail to gates with my oath.
Caught my breath, I cried out I was kidding
I will die if you leave, there was glint
He smiled eerily and quiet and pretty
And he said: "Do not stand on the wind."
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Anna Akhmatova
Out of Supporters Trump Squeezed
Trump always does get mad when teased,
And then only himself has he ever pleased;
Does persist;
Is an egotist;
Everything out of his supporters squeezed.
Jim Horn
Slip away for a moment
Into yourself
Listen to life’s sounds fade into fog
Kin to a hawk sighting possible prey
Awareness sliding into focus
Gaining momentum as you sink
Aspirations of creation
Inspiration raising neck hairs
Such is the way of selfish
Transferring feelings to thought
Making believe for the joy
Younger and older at once
Can this be held for the nonce
Held in contentment lazily lax
Even as sweet Summer rain
Ever adance on smoky glass pane
Ken ye the source of my pain?
And being told of my financial state,
I grit my teeth poor as a rotting board,
I feel like a lemon squeezed, I dont feel great ,
Please dont sink my ship while I am aboard.;
And news like this,my guts squirt out lemon juice,
I am being squeezed dry -feel I want to die ,
Financially speaking I need a truce,
A lemon squeezed no taste I want to cry,
Life with no zest is not life its abuse,
I play by your rule book most of the time,
A financial respite would make things right
My life would be like sweet wine and sunshine,,
I ask for little we need not have to fight.
Life is a quacking duck ,news rules some luck,
Your help pleases me and I never get stuck.
Squeezed to a deadly degree
Trying to wriggle out
Of a constricting grip
Knees weak, as blood
Rushes to my aching limbs
I feel nothing
And nothing is all I want to feel
SOME thoughts are daggers
as others are kisses
while hugs are squeezed
to contain BURSTING
joy; ...my privately confessed
delusions -->. God pleasure return
my m i n d \. THESE pesterous
Cherubs sending L oVE
air mailed / i delightfully collect
their stamps for the golden saliva
by cherubic artist can visit me
post return of my comatic brain.
unraveling|~|
08052019
Some stuff turns brain chemistry into a bowl of leeches.
Sawdust that you eat with a platter of fake mints.
When you have mixed up neural slices?
They get disposed.
Neurons.
Doing jumping jacks in unison.
Brains are like billboards.
They eat your eyes.
And get torn down like mush.
My brain chemistry is mine.
Witches brew mindset.
The neurons?
Never made it back.
They got squeezed too many times.