Best Stringing Poems
Call Me Baby
I must confess...
I’ve caused a lot of mess,
blatantly calling you nasty names,
playing all kinds of childish games.
I used to think you couldn’t get enough
of me because I was hot stuff.
Never thought you would ever leave,
that you would always stay, I still believe.
You no longer call me on the phone…
like the proverbial cheese, I sleep alone.
Without you, Baby, I’m feeling so crazy,
really scatter-brained and hazy.
I feel like such a big fool
losing you and losing my cool.
Tell me this is not how our story ends;
please give me a second chance to make amends.
I’m sorry I did you wrong;
so sorry for stringing you along.
Please let me make it up to you;
I’ll do whatever it takes to start anew.
We were so wonderful together;
I promise this time it’ll be even better.
I miss being your leading lady…
please, please call me, Baby.
10/13/2015
Contest: Trashed #3
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 4th
Categories:
stringing, angst, i miss you,
Form:
Rhyme
A thousand little moments,
one connected to the next…
Exquisite, time-sequenced pearls
from then to now and beyond
Ignore the strand, where it may lead,
and focus on the bead at hand:
one breath, one step, one vista.
Take it in and savor it;
burn its imprint in your mind.
Then, taking care to thread the needle,
slide it firm and snug,
and only then consider what is next,
and in this manner,
you will arrive at your destination,
having fully experienced
every pearl along the way.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 12/24/2022
Categories:
stringing, journey, time,
Form:
Free verse
Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi
Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry
Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful life
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on April 25, 2019 for contest A GARLAND sponsored by JULIA WARD
Categories:
stringing, future, happiness, longing, meaningful,
Form:
Free verse
The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.
Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.
They hang from dreams of higher forms, allures
Contempt in self when loving carnal cores.
Haunted by women’s passions kept in Spirits,
Dawns my sleeping stages now inherits
Marionettes aloft eternal twists
of spinning truths with lies recalling trysts.
Killing prone volitions, changing essence.
Chosen starlight’s beings guiding presence.
Upon a love in purest form demands,
Forgotten suicides of ego strands.
Risking Pirsig’s fate in Zen and journey,
Waging sanity, a bounty worthy.
The stringing of my soul and bracing seeks,
A pulling truth beyond this death it speaks.
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Alternating stanzas of iambic and trochaic pentameter
Categories:
stringing, addiction, allegory, change, desire,
Form:
Couplet
Melding thoughts.. A guiding force;
Showed strength through sharing Ways,
drew spirit, from the great One, following the wind,
finding a hollow, gliding the currents stringing a bow,
Being close at hand for us, What more was there to know?
amid familiar scents of pines so fresh, taking for our needs enough,
To sustain the tribes, to be all; all we Ever should Want to know,
in this knowing to be as one!
© Joe Maverick 23-11-2013
Categories:
stringing, native american, nostalgia,
Form:
Prose
Xmas enchantment
White flakes falling from grey winter skies
Flocks of daffodils beneath snowy mounds lie
Rivers of red candy canes flow gently by
Along evergreen banks, dew covered grasses,
lighted trees and sparkling wine
Covered with bows and laces
Sitting round hearths and fireplaces
Covered in quilts lying in their beds
Children dream of warm kitchen counters
decorated with mountains of treasure,
cookies, cakes ,and pleasures
Ginger bread men and sugar plum fairies
Dance with visions floating in their heads
smiling chocolate faces melting sugar
with passionate kisses and soft gooey embraces
Long stringed bands from every land
Serenade lovers and places with unparalleled restrain
Stringing chords from haunting refrains
Under blue moons and starry skies
Where soft whispers lead to lovely lies
Blood races with wine and champagne
The night unravels exciting lovers and friends
Couples planning extravaganzas travel
Staircases covered in pine scented garlands and laces
Leading to pleasant places, dreams and fairy tale lands
celebration halls with room to dance
Spreading the cheer to every face
Or any kind of differing race
Merry Christmas to one and all
Categories:
stringing, christmas, daffodils,
Form:
Rhyme
THINGS WITH STRINGS
Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.
Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites, and hairs on head.
Theory in music, or in science,
together making a string alliance.
Yo-yo, and Pinocchio,
harp, violin and cello.
Catgut bow, and strings of cheese,
or whiskers on a prized Siamese.
Silly String, and G-string,
an strings of birds on wing.
Math strings, "No strings attached,"
a roof that's been heather thatched.
String quilts, strings of pearls,
strings that tie to locks of curls.
Music staff, and balls of twine,
and tendrils from a sweet pea vine.
Heart, balloon, and aprons too,
and laced up in a tennis shoe.
Garland, hamstring, and quartet,
strings on fingers to not forget.
Braided rings, and strings of lights,
pulling strings, and fishnet tights.
Telephone string through tin cans,
woven blankets and knit afghans.
Brown paper packages tied up in string,
needle, lanterns, and wind chimes that sing.
Drawstring, bowstring, and baby's pull toy,
string, strung, and stringing, we're all overjoyed.
By Edlynn Nau
© January 25, 2015
Categories:
stringing, celebration, fun, humor, joy,
Form:
List
Poetry convention is now convened
attendance must be asked and seen
Eve - Present
Jan- Present
AnneLise -Present
Santa Claus- Present
Shakespeare -Present
Greek Ghost - Dead
Jesus - Three days late
Bach - Stringing things along
Poets all
dance and sing
paint, draw and hold purse strings
ah but some poets claim such glory
Why then do they cheat
upon Gods glory?
All in favor
clink our glasses
red wine and friendships
heaven exists
in bistros
of
honesty
Categories:
stringing, abuse, art, christian, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Corrugated rhythm of the perforated heart
in the pulse of inspiration torn asunder, peeled apart
with the movement of discovery proving false in every start
as we danced the dance with no interpretation
Celebrated virtue of the lasting and the free
who have bent the will of romance glowing blind until they see
that the wise man is the single lonely voice in his decree
as they waltz the waltz with loneliness of footstep
Convuluted memory of the passion as we age
as our brain re-reads the paragraph on one determined page
where we left our heart with someone who in love did us engage
as we stepped the steps of someone else's dream
Corolated stringing of the music of the mind
in the heart beat of the moment I'm abated yet in time
with the fit of inspiration telling me you once were mine
as I pass the past a shadow reminiscing.
Categories:
stringing, lost love, nostalgia, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
I walked by the old cafe on Rue De Sienne and heard an angel playing harp
a cherub an ethereal mome bewitching me and playing softly with my heart
she wore a halo made of gold, a soul that laddered up beyond the tarp
and as the fluent clouds rain-teared upon her alabaster tunic.... Art !
Each star a studded light inside her angel eyes of blue. Each note
commemorating, unfastening, abducting, a copious symphony of one
The buckling breeze became her muse I, a kite released in far remote
a Mystic with no malice in sight stringing up the moon and jealous sun.
June 20, 2018
Categories:
stringing, angel, mystery,
Form:
Quatrain
I
Your writing takes me higher, to a brighter day
Response: Your words, too, doth reader repay
II
Sad and poignant, yet depression held at bay
In good and bad times, you display a mainstay
NOTE: the longer version was lost in space .... Cyberspace. Maybe it is ENOUGH SAID, by the Universe. ThanX for reading PS. Bless u, shalom shalom
Categories:
stringing, appreciation, character, cheer up,
Form:
Rhyme
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
Categories:
stringing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
She sat on her front porch swing,
Moving backwards and forwards,
As a heavy bag of cornfield beans
Sat next to her, awaiting stringing
I sat on the floor, engrossed in words
That colored her a soft blue and purple
Colors of whispers that linger inside
Smiling from their wise hues of insight
She began to string the beans, dropping
First the string into the trashcan, then
The broke bean into the massive bowl
That sat there, filling to the brim with beans
I listened to her words of kindness drifting
Through the breeze that cooled the warm
Summer air with breaths of compassion,
An embrace from the sweetness of her grin
She gradually filled the bowl and emptied
The weighty bag so that it was collapsed
And slowly pulled long puffs from a Winston
Her favorite cigarette, her one and only addiction
I sang a silly tune of some sort to her as she
Worked, compelling her to place her hands up
Covering her ears in amusement and truth
As my voice was definitely lacking any rhythm
She labored with her garden the way I might
With some poem that seems to long for my touch
Whispering freshness into the heart and soul
As she graced us all with fresh vegetables
Categories:
stringing, beautiful, garden, grandmother, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Deep bass breaths blue soothing strong
Play me like Picasso piano all night long
Nibbles at my ear are a peach love song
So dear my heart cheers stringing me along
My knees melt like Swiss cheese
You fill all my gold holes
Fuchsia feelings like destiny
Embraces my heart jumpstart my soul
I am a sandy song
Which you determine kinetic key
Like guitar play teal thong
Make a romantic red melody
Let’s break burgundy rules
Play them like a bugle
Use pink passion as a tool
Use tongue to draw pink doodle
When the fat lady sings
You know that she felt sun
Never mind about denim dreams
She squirts sonnets just for fun
Categories:
stringing, appreciation, color, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.
The gift exchange when relatives would meet.
Some traveled far to Grandma's little town.
The feast and seeing cousins, such a treat!
We stayed and played until the sun went down.
The program at our church where all took part.
Our flock was small but talent did not lack.
The joyous songs; before we would depart;
the glorious sweets dispensed from Santa's sack!
No holiday to come could be as dear
as when I was a child in my eighth year!
Categories:
stringing, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme