Best Stereos Poems
It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes, displayed in front windows
with plastic Santas, (some waving)
standing in Styrofoam snow
for all who pass to see
Department stores are all a shimmer
with sweaters and mittens
lining shelves in themes of red and green,
as illumined reindeer hover overhead
the frantic shopping crowds while
sales clerks wear red pointed hats
with white furry balls atop
City streets are draped in
silver and gold glistening garland,
offering season’s greetings
as even traffic lights seem festive
with “Jingle Bells” blaring from
car stereos through open windows
inviting the cold air in
And I chuckle,
not in a bad way, perhaps in a selfish way
for you see, I know that this is me,
no matter what time of the year it is
because my heart is decorated
with the most beautiful ornament
I could ever find…your love
And every day is Christmas to me…
Written for The Heart of Christmas poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Categories:
stereos, christmas, love,
Form:
Free verse
Another boring lost night.
Sipping on warm beers outside the local store.
Trying to stay outta the cops sight.
Cars gather stereos blasting in the
parking lot.
Local kids gather telling stories
and smoking pot.
Susan and Billy just got back
togather.
Jacks drunk again.
Lookin for a fight with a mind of a child
and skin of leather.
The town tramp and the football team.
There studs and she's a ****.
Its a flaw in society it does seem.
broken bottles and the butt of a
cigarette.
We were all there sometime.
First loves are the hardest to forget.
Drinking beers outta plastic red cups talkin
bout gettin out of this place.
Best friends always forget to touch base.
Looking for something togather in the backseat.
Voices fill the air.
In parking lots across the country kids meet.
Allison wants to be perfect so she starves herself
for days.
Cindy cant stand this life.
So with a razor she plays.
Tommy tries to ignor what others say.
Idiot's mix well with ignorance.
He just got beaten half to death for being
gay.
His lifes so perfect yet he overdoses
Farewell to the pain he bid's
Makes you question.
What besides angst is with the
kids
Categories:
stereos, angst, life, people, social
Form:
We grew our hair down to our shoulders
Hirsute we were, moustaches and beards
Turned up our noses at those who were older
'Cos we were so hip, so freaky, so weird
Revved up our stereos, going stone-deaf
Dropped pill after pill, of common sense bereft
Wore psychedelic threads to match our psychedelic brains
We thought ourselves 'free,' but we were really in chains
Don't ask me if the Sixties were 'wonderful years!'
~ Just leave me alone with my cigars and my beer
Categories:
stereos, america, drink, drug, fashion,
Form:
Rhyme
Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road
We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star
The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks
Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds
And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing
This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses
Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride
Under an umbrella a polish model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly
My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm
He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami
Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years
when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless
Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses
The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction
They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield.
Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk
University was just the eclipse in our eye lids
Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway
spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill.... brighter than a lantern fueled by essence of a thousand swarming fireflies
Our naiive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest
Categories:
stereos, art, self, hair, self,
Form:
I live on the fabled
Lower East Side
Spanish people hanging out
and playing dominoes for money
Children playing ball
in the schoolyard
An Orthodox man
complete with black hat
ambles past the House of Sages
A young Chinese couple
passes by
They look like they are in love
From my apartment I see
light from other apartments
where the people in those apartments
are living the Lower East Side lifestyle
As I ride on the bus
I note people crossing themselves
when they pass the Roman Catholic church
I hear music coming from car stereos
In the park squirrels scurry up trees
A small sparrow
stops momentarily
to eat a piece of food
then flies off into
one of the trees
which is growing in the park
in this most urban of neighborhoods
Categories:
stereos, city, urban,
Form:
Ballade
heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
television
stereos
cell phones
computers
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind
Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker
give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today
let me play
i get it
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market
consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!
Categories:
stereos, funny, history, mystery, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
We lay watch dogs down into
The center of society
Anticipating explosions in the horizon
Refusing to acknowledge the bomb
Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands
We
We
We
Are so busy focusing
Outside of the looking glass
Preening our feathers and cocking our guns
What exactly are we looking for?
Peering past the homeless, the children
Illiterate people squinting past the stop signs
The hustlers, babies in gangster uniforms
Beaches receding like the hairline on the Statue of Liberty
Our way of thinking
Is getting old
Textbooks used as decorations
Knowledge chokes on itself
Masters dripping profanity
From the urban streets
College board refuses to look past
Test scores and Congress
Denies
The abilities to suspend
Disbelief
Ghetto
Stereos blast unseemly
Prophecies
That we are clamoring to fulfill
America invented the business of
Selling and buying souls
Creating a Monster
The country of vanity and self-inflated egos
Unable to stop ourselves
From creating our own
Tragedies
Categories:
stereos, social, urban,
Form:
Free verse
All right, here is the scenario and the how. Defeat the deceit she believes to be
hers, abandon the bond between us, with re-established trust admiration and lust
must appear. Bring me a woman that has made mistakes, bring me a woman that
can appreciate love. Allow the grace of my space be music and fire, offer me in
peace solitude to display my desires. Allow the pens flow in rhythm with the stereos
display. Fire in dance lifts morbid ideas in each instance to date. I will behave in
paradise, that is if they never surprise my glide. I know this really cool place at the
mountains base where we can get away for a few days, the grass of noon will creep
below our feet bare beneath the sun of June. Now we no longer must linger in wait,
the time allowed for slide past debate is lost on my mind. My side, the right, slid left
releasing the shake of my hand in invite. Freedom yet remains the stake, though
money is no longer illusion. I wish to say something on this occasion upon which we
now celebrate, as long as Christmas has wreath I will have wrath and wreak havoc.
You see love, mastering the art of conversation does not mean you control them, it
means you are in them. Speak or fall, seek allies and meet demise, simply satisfying
me with surrounding may eliminate inquiry. They are all so pretty with their smiles,
so sexy with their denial yet none are beautiful. The three core parts of woman that
carry the absolutes of truth: the eyes, the mind and the smile. For these attributes I
offer dream and choice of my serenities. Let it be aggressively possessive,
astonishingly perceptive, apparently personable, awakened passion paints a
portrait of a poet.
Categories:
stereos, passionme, woman, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Grace,this word i so much cherish.
Filled so mightily my tender heart,your love,that i feel so feverish.
Like the sun that rise above all lights.
You cause me blind to all lady sights.
So natural like the single rain slowly falling droplets.
Your bosom, my only Love inlet.
The waterfalls descends so peacefully.
Your arms you never seize to open to me,so widely.
Sssh!whispers of yesterday echoing in the stereos of my heart.
Tip,tump pum!my heart beats along with so much fright.
So firmly closed the eyes of my heart to this whisperings.
For the painful memories of yesterday are strongly piercing.
Crack!the joy brought to the hen,the promise of a new life.
You,erasing every painful memory of a wife.
Categories:
stereos, africa,
Form:
Rhyme
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
yet the sight of colors
can bring on war
While blasting angry
voices through stereos
KILL
KILL
KILL
Beautiful women
Innocent children
lose Father, Sons, Brothers
Future teachers and coaches
of our community under
mind control
These young kamikazes
used to be power rangers
lovers
Now they hold techs
without fear
Batman was their hero
Now the almighty dolla
has them blind
Bloods, Crips, Kings
Brothers by oppression
Categories:
stereos, angst, black african american,
Form:
The tiger shark had a good twenty more years of living to do.
Of living to do, of living to do! (This is the refrain). Refrain from singing it.
But because she eats everything she sees, the tiger shark died today.
Refrain:
She died today, she died today, the Tiger Shark, she died today.
Great singing!
It is your fault and mine. Yes,
we are to blame if we ever tossed a cup into the sea.
If we ever dropped our phone or wallet in the ocean.
If we ever lost our child on a shore line.
Because the tiger shark has no filter.
Everything goes in – TVs, stereos, horses. Everything.
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is our fault! It is our fault!
Note: If you personally have been polluting the water,
you need to change that last refrain to:
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is my fault! It is my fault!
Still on board here?
Why do we allow pollution? Why do we allow people to litter our beaches?
Who is going to step up?
Refrain:
A tiger shark is dead. A young one too. Dead because of me and you.
Great singing!
Now, a little more action please.
Categories:
stereos, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Free verse
tall gorgeous lighted christmas trees
elegant crystal ornaments big enough for all to see
shiny red santa, bows of silk, golden tinsel and silver bells
bright stars, mistletoe and tree toppers, all of this sells
leather purses, fluffy white sweaters, mittens and jewelry sets
perfume, scarves and trinket boxes, but everyone forgets
dolls, toy cars, puzzles and bikes
everything a child wants and likes
tools, stereos, radios and grills
shoes, wallets OH! what thrills
we get what we ask for and then some more
but lets not forget what christmas stands for
tall gorgeous lighted beams of light
elegant, singing angels oh what a sight
shining stars on a cold winters night
bundled up in his mothers arms safely
had you remembered any of this lately?
our lord was born on this day
that is why we celebrate and pray
Merry Christmas to all and lets remember....
Categories:
stereos, devotion, education, holidaychristmas, christmas,
Form:
For you
I would
create a mixtape
which I know is an ancient technology but
with me and you it is just that simple.
I race to you like we used to rush into each other's arms in highschool
where our only concern was whether or not we could get the courage to talk to each other without shaking.....
This is the playlist that I would prepare for you.
First and foremost I'd put Hate to see you go by The colour fred
Because it is true as the song has said
Truly if I could I would become a
sculptor...
I would place the unformed chunk of my clayself and spin.
Create myself in the image of your ideal perfection.
I would spin
Faster than the spools could play the songs on re-wind
I want so badly to make an impresion
and I know that the the tape can only contain up to 35 minutes for you to get the underlying
message
October Nights, by Yellowcard
will follow soon after
because that exotic night in your car
where the street lights were our blankets
is constantly on replay in my mind
Right before the heavy nod of sleep
I daydream
You are laying beside me, and in this private realm of thought
We travel like archeologists over the naked lay of our connected bodies
and I live through the pleasure that this daydream explodes into my mind like
parasympathetic nerve ending fireworks
Remember will play softly by Allister
and I'll hold onto the hope that you will forgive me of this time in our lives where I have to
press pause
for I am broken still
Knaans waving flag will resound from your stereos
For 'tis this soundtrack where my battle cry is derived
I know it is just the beginning but I will push myself past my barriers
Pieces by Sum 41 will be your lullaby
because this is the song that brought back the blue into my gray eyes
Hopefully side one will bring you comfort
because you are everything I am looking for in a guy
I am but a broken winged robin who has got to learn once more to fly.
and lastly Blink 182's I miss you
Because there is not a moment in the day where my mind wanders back to you
Categories:
stereos, confusion, devotion, forgiveness, friendship,
Form:
Everybody's out having fun
on this lonely Saturday night.
Even your mom has a date
and your brother's with family.
Your sister's at a slumber party,
and even your preacher has plans.
So what do you do on a Saturday night?
When you ain't got plans
and your mama's out all night?
With a gleeful squeal
you leave the windows side
and rush to the phone.
You call up some friends
and tell 'em to come over
'cause everybody's out.
Soon they're over
and the stereos max volume.
You grab some beer and snacks
and bring 'em on out.
You begin to party.
After a few bottles of the alchohol,
your feelin' a lightheaded.
Everybody's dancing and music is boomin'.
And in the confusion a hand takes your wrist.
You're dragged up the stairs
and thrown on a bed.
Your captor rips off your clothes
and from there it goes.
You awake in the morning in your mama's bed
and there's an unfamiliar hand resting next to your head.
You had a hangover; your head was pounding.
Then you looked down and realized,
neither were dressed, both naked as birth.
You look at the clock, it's seven O'clock!
You rush to get dressed, the other's waking up.
He looks around drearily
before his eyes open wide.
He scrambles to get up,
dressed and then left,
and you never figured out
just who your first was.
Two months later
your in the hospital because you've been throwing up.
You're sister says you have a virus,
your mama's not so sure.
The the doctor came out iwht a sympathetic look.
"I hate to say this, miss, but you're pregnant."
You drop in dead faint.
Categories:
stereos, life, people, sympathy,
Form:
Free verse
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
Perhaps if I'm lucky fate will be kind
There are some post cards with pictures of Elves
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
I pick up a cap with a metal star
Hidden amongst all of these many things
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
On each side of the star there are gold wings
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
Hidden amongst all of these many things
I've searched for days I have looked all around
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
It seems I've been lucky fate has been kind
At The Pawn shop Contest
Modified Terzanelle to stay in line limit for contest.
Categories:
stereos, places, simple,
Form:
Terzanelle