Best Sweeping Poems
The club that stamps authority
when in its Zenith
Chelsea!
The club with a zero tolerance
even in a zero percent ball possession.
Chelsea!
Breaks, makes and keeps records.
86 consecutive home games unbeaten, for instance.
Chelsea!
Splashes the cash as money talks,
raping all other teams as Trophies walk
who else would it be?
Chelsea!
Who wants to challenge us?
Who are you by the way?
Oh! Pathetic Arsenal!
We need no manual
to give you some rough ****.
No wonder you cannot remember your last final.
Cover your shame with a wig.
The hole needed to hide, you must dig.
Acquiring a Trophy, for you,
Is like bathing a Pig,
cos you will still go back to your trophy-less ways.
When you stamp your name on the champion's league
then, would we consider you, big.
Categories:
sweeping, business, friendship,
Form:
Ode
Walking home from work, one windy autumn eve
I noticed some workmen sweeping up leaves,
The more leaves they swept, the more the wind blew
So I stopped to watch for a moment or two
One man swept the leaves into piles on the street
But the wind would sweep them from under his feet,
Another put the leaves into sacks that he had
I thought the whole scene was comically sad
Mother Nature had worked hard, for most of the year
Producing the leaves on the trees for us to share
Now they were being swept away without a care
As the wind blew the leaves away again, I was glad.
Perhaps the wind was Mother Nature’s only way of fighting back
She didn’t want to be reduced to life within a sack
To go from splendour, to squalor, in the space of just one season
She wasn’t going to disappear, not without good reason
The wind blew again, with all of its might
That’s when the workmen gave up for the night
As they packed their tools and left the scene, I carried on for home
The wind began to die away; Mother Nature’s fight was won.
Categories:
sweeping, natureautumn, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Once I saw the dark and cold night creeping,
slowly pushing out warm daylight seeping;
heard the blaring, hopeless sounds of sleeping
echoing despair’s sad, woeful weeping.
Felt the pain of fruitless daydreams heaping
deep inside my heart and soul now reaping
nighttime's empty stillness crying, keeping
silent tears within me forming, steeping.
Then I saw the morning sun safekeeping
warm and brilliant rays aglow now peeping.
Darkest ghosts of night were chased, sent leaping
from the hope of brand new day now sweeping.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Monorhyme Mania
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 08/29/2016
(Iambic Pentameter) 10 syllables per line, five feet per line
Feminine endings, (last syllable unstressed),
and first syllable stressed.
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Categories:
sweeping, hope,
Form:
Monorhyme
The hills to the west were looking at me and whispering.
I moved out a little further and turned back to measure the trajectory and speed of their shadow.
The sun put her hand on my shoulder and said “Things have gotten a bit crazy, we’re going to have to reschedule”
A tattooed cloud took the sunglasses from my face and handed them to me, as more clouds stepped over me, “excuse me” and kept going.
I missed last call, and a stiff breeze was already sweeping up around her goosebumped skin. I tried filling her lungs with my beer laden exhaust but she just lay there motionless on a drenched and cold beach towel.
Through the chain link fence the school bus looked on at me with pity.
Categories:
sweeping, change, loss, seasons,
Form:
Personification
Autumn comes, layered in dust
from summer winds
And a a drought parched earth
A path leading up to the porch is
not as welcoming as it was in May
Now overgrown with patches of thirsty devil grass
Brown and searching for a drink
While weaving it's tendrils between the slate
As I sweep the porch,
I spy a chipped terra-cotta pot,
Still harboring a forlorn geranium, all legs...no blossoms,
Forgotten, discarded, and has shriveled away
Piled high now, a wheelbarrow,
With remnants of summer's bloom, now faded.
Sweeping webs of long-legged spiders,
Which have encased a glistening tapestry around the pillars
Those spindly creatures, swiftly flee my wrath
As I fulfill my need to renew, and refreshen
Restore an old porch some dignity.
The porch swing is swaying after a dusting.
A new pillow, and a basket filled with gourds take a slow ride.
A grapevine autumn wreath is hung on the front door.
I shine a window that faces the mountains
And a new pot of bright orange mums
Now proudly sits by the door to warm and welcome.
While I have erased the traces of a dusty, tattered season...
My heart and home are now ready to embrace the rust and gold of autumn's
arrival...
Categories:
sweeping,
Form:
Free verse
I stay situated
upon an antique
dusty leather chair
as the scent
of incense invokes snippets
of half-written pages
from my past...
thunder gently rolls
in from the yonder
while I dive deeper into the
ramshackle that was my life....
forty past midnight
hauntingly strikes
three times
on a cracked clock~
symbolic
I sense middle age
is coldly creeping in...
my home is
deafening still
only the occasional
sound of the hum
of the refrigerator
trauma-fueled dread
has kept me
internally isolated
yet I am not truly alone...
could I have
found inherent happiness
If I had soothed
beastly wounds
before they festered?
is there still time
to clear out this
dominating infection
and suture the lacerations
before my existence
turns to dust~
when my fate’s threads
are finally cut
and the last flicker
of light dies out
from my corporeality?
I want to know
that I tasted
euphoric ecstasy,
for we have no idea
What our afterlife’s
future holds. ..
I think it’s time for me
to ultimately
shake off these
stagnant bones
embrace trepidation
sink into
restorative shadow work,
let my walls finally crumble~
and move
into my tomorrows
with an
emotional tabula rasa.
Categories:
sweeping, dark, death, emotions, gothic,
Form:
Free verse
angels sweeping out flakes
lackadaisically
successive shift:
fast and furious
angels on break
storehouse still
to be emptied
funniest sight?
a full-size snowman
drops from the clouds
foreman’s mad
he smiles though
at the cheeriest
curveball snow
angel’s never angry more
than a millisecond
heaven’s work a joy
yesterday, today and forever
Nov 2022
Categories:
sweeping, angel, snow,
Form:
Free verse
There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
A pure and pristine panacea for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering Nature's confetti.
A tree lives a lifetime every year.
From the youth of Spring through Summer's prime,
To the regal twilight of Autumn,
Reminding us that there is such beauty in old age.
As a child I saw
In my mind's eye,
The word AUTUMN written
in the russets and ochres of the falling leaves.
Colours so bright, but with an earthiness that grounded,
Enveloping in the warmth of Nature.
Akin to wood smoke and open hearths,
Unlike the flashy pomp of Summer's gaudiness.
Autumn awakens sleeping memories,
Turning my thoughts to the magic of childhood
And how I used to play at being grown up
As, in youthful innocence,
I attempted the futile task
Of sweeping leaves in the wind.
Categories:
sweeping, autumn, childhood, nature, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
Sweeping and cleaning in autumn day:
Why is the sweeper sweating in cold ?
A place unstuffed is stuffed again.
Where comes the silly dirt?
Down the streets and up the trees.
What can now the sweeper do?
Sweeping not against the wind.
Categories:
sweeping, autumn, wind,
Form:
A sweeping truck came down my street today;
its brooms and brushes whirling on the ground.
Wetting the pavement and making thin mud.
Gathering stones, dirt, lost buttons and leaves.
Up and down the street blocks and along the roads.
Gathering sand from the winter and from people who litter.
And every mile or two it will empty its bin,
then whirl back to life and continue again.
A squat little truck with a person inside.
Driving real slow and pirouetting around cars.
I saw it stop at a hydrant while the man got out,
to lock on a hose so that the sprayer filled up.
Who created these things that comes 'round once a year?
Broom Bear and Elgin. Mobil and Johnson.
Their genius at making parts all work together
so the street can look nicer and neighbors feel better.
Categories:
sweeping, culture, society,
Form:
Free verse
Only the moon
wanders around the farm now –
a dog barking.
Categories:
sweeping, abuse,
Form:
Haiku
She is 98 and sweeps sweeps sweeps her patio away
Every day for hours
Arms wrapped around her broom
Bride groom
Lifted over the threshold of twigs and torment
She cannot see nor hear much farther than her own reach
For I wave to her from the yard next door
Call out her name Hello Lilith
But she doesn’t flinch
From her private dance with her skinny man
So I watch and hear her sweep
The shades of morning light and graying night
Into a tidy sense of order
Pinecones here walnuts there locust shells
Helicopter seeds and acorns
All the living debris from trees
Swish swish swish
While I nap in my backyard
Coming to love her little brushing and rustling of Earth’s stuff
Like I would if I lived by the sea
So on she sweeps
Sweeps the ashes of her World War II husband
Sweeps the advice from her many daughters
Sweeps her trips to the vineyards of California
Sweeps her classroom of second graders
Sweeps that time she parachuted
Sweeps her affair with The Senator
Until one morning I noticed silence
I went over and found her lying face up
Her broom next to her
Just out of reach
She says “Oh my, Bob” to the clouds and my face
“Could you lift me up and tell no one please?”
Up we go arm in arm
Hug each other for a very long time
As the nuts and leaves shake wild and free
In a snare of breeze
Beneath
Our tiny waltzing circle of feet.
Categories:
sweeping, autumn, beautiful, care, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
i left today for the last time
it was almost surreal
i almost think its sad
that none of them know
how much they mean to me
and that its finally okay
that i know i dont mean as much to them
even though they were the only thing
that held me together
for so, so long
but i would never say
and maybe they will never know
that i could never have made it
but i swept this all away
and i put on my happy smile
while i drove away
and i cried until i was home
and for so much longer
and even though i will never forget them
its okay that i might be forgotten
Categories:
sweeping, loss
Form:
Free verse
God's sweeping judgement will come
on those that have turned back
from following the Lord God
for refusing to go down God's track
God issued various declarations of I wills
showing His authority over HIs creation
the hand of God will strike down idolatry
hating this sin through every nation
What are the consequences of life?
life without God and all His grace
the folly of man takes them off track
God's wisdom rejected as man hides his face
Swept away by God in judgement
for turning back from Him to follow
mankind seeks not after God at all
having little faith being so hollow
The good news is you can escape
obey the Lord and receive His son
go His way follow His every step
then your future's safe forever won
( "The word of the Lord that came to Zephaniah the son of Cushi, son of Gedaliah, son of Amariah, son of Hezekiah, in the days of Josiah the son of Amon, king of Judah.
“I will utterly sweep away everything
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will sweep away man and beast;
I will sweep away the birds of the heavens
and the fish of the sea,
and the rubble with the wicked.
I will cut off mankind
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will stretch out my hand against Judah
and against all the inhabitants of Jerusalem;
and I will cut off from this place the remnant of Baal
and the name of the idolatrous priests along with the priests,
those who bow down on the roofs
to the host of the heavens,
those who bow down and swear to the Lord
and yet swear by Milcom,
those who have turned back from following the Lord,
who do not seek the Lord or inquire of him.”)
Zephaniah 1: 1-6 (ESV)
Categories:
sweeping, god, judgement, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Proclaim liberty throughout the land
to dig, explore and discover
to live free in America and love her
to create and innovate ~
To Remake America Great!
Categories:
sweeping, america, creation, freedom, growth,
Form:
Rhyme