Best Swerved Poems
Benedict was tired, he’d been driving all day.
This was his last delivery, 2 tonnes of eggs delivered to Safeway.
The kid came out of nowhere, stared Benedict in the face,
He tried to brake, then swerved, in the wrong place.
The scene was chaos, emergency services scramble into action,
Ambulance officer, Florentine put Benedict’s legs into traction,
loaded him in the ambulance and quickly whisked him from the site.
The bystanders hoped that Benedict would be all white!
Sergeant Skillet arrived on the scene, he was feeling a little queasy.
A witness came forward and told Skillet the truck went over easy.
Skillet gleefully took a statement, finally a case he could crack.
He poached a pen from Constable Quiche, wrote it down on his back.
The clean up took some time, it was a delicate operation.
The fire brigade, were walking on “eggshells”, had been since they left the station.
Scene commander, Dumpty, directed the crew from a nearby wall.
If things went wrong, he knew he’d be the one to take the fall.
A nearby, protest group, trying to shake loose the yoke of oppression,
were called over to help, clean the streets, for these young folk a good lesson.
It’s not all about being self, centred from the cradle to the casket.
And to remember the old adage, Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.
Categories:
swerved, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
Categories:
swerved, black african american, death,
Form:
Narrative
Love is the water of life. Drink it down with heart and soul. - Rumi
I remember the nights I swiftly swerved oceanic songs with olive shells on sandy shores,
looking for a hint of teal droplets within softened
corners of the milky way.
Perhaps the mulberry moon felt our soulful dreams,
as cerulean sky sighed a thousand stars in celestial symphony for “you” and “I”.
Tonight pearlescent heavens shall heed my beating veins erupting in amethyst abundance,
for I’ve been homesick for a selfless heart that I can belong;
pining to rest my dahlia desires upon the silver aisle of your warm chest,
to hear the rhythm of my name echoing through poetic petals of your lyrical lips.
So pardon the thousand horizons that keep us apart,
we sync and swirl to the same roseate ripples~
within the opulent bed of bioluminescence.
I find our orchid visions amongst cornflower clouds I can nearly touch,
trusting the seraphic light we wear, locked in this empyrean embrace,
and we’ll conquer every mighty meteor,
striving to paint this tuscan tale into reality,
while love is all that we sow and lean on,
forever enclasped in an eternal endearment.
Categories:
swerved, deep,
Form:
Romanticism
Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam
You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.
Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.
I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.
The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.
My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.
The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.
It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.
When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.
Categories:
swerved, car, death, lost love,
Form:
Couplet
The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince,
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth.
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried
to tempt his heart, but all in vain. Though impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky.
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo
playfully engaged in discus throwing.
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant death. Jealousy prevailed.
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple;
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.
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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd
Categories:
swerved, jealousy, love,
Form:
Epic
The oncoming truck swerved into my lane
And there was not enough time for veering
But I was suddenly relieved from the pain
By a golden horse with hind legs rearing
We galloped straight down the road for apace
And then turned onto a large green expanse
I hung on tightly, not used to a race
Though I was willing to give it a chance
My dull senses were roused on the fresh field
And my pale skin warmed from the sun outside
I slowly loosened my grip and revealed
That I could never fall off if I tried
I shouted out with a vivacious voice
Unlike the one that was used to hiding
With newfound feelings that made me rejoice
Due to the golden horse I was riding
In an instant we reached the tall mountains
That I’d only seen in big picture books
The kind with dreamlike waterfall fountains
That we climbed up without a second look
There were no hurdles too large in our way
Or tough boulders too slippery or coarse
That could in the slightest ever delay
Or stop the progress of my golden horse
We moved as swift as if running downhill
Giving me motive to close my own eyes
But once at the top got an awful chill
When the brave stallion leaped into the skies
This time I shouted out “Why in god’s name
Must I be saddled on this golden horse!?”
For a deed like this is truly insane
Until knowing my death, fulfilled its course
David Fisher-posted on 2/10/2015-For Structured Forms-Iambic Verse Contest
Categories:
swerved, horse, journey,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.
I was not attracted to those scholastic or athletic,
but to those lacking labels and considered rebels.
Moving yearly filled my army-brat life with sad good-byes
that swerved my teenage years thru countless, deep cries.
When the decade first began, I had paper and pen in hand
to secretly write the poetry holding my heart slams.
At thirteen, poems first bubbled in me to be pen-freed.
I still have most as lost-girl written within my teen season.
In the seventies I fell in love with love, astrology, spirituality,
Kahlil Gibran, Thoreau, individuality as resonated in me
from Ann Rand’s, “The Fountainhead”, and lyrics on which I fed.
The Who wrote song lines I fantasized were mine, all mine,
Elton John, Crosby, Stills and Nash sang words for my thrills,
as did Neil Young, Carole King, CCR, The Eagles, and Beatles.
Rock n Roll beats and crying guitars inebriated my limits,
such music moved me in defiance of compliance to physics.
Thru rock’s depths and denim, I was a seventies thoroughbred
who has poetically wept since first the decade's innocence bled.
Categories:
swerved, emotions, growing up, music,
Form:
Bio
Today, the sun shone brightly over our shores.
Peering over the forest and meeting the cores
We share fundamental truths across the waterways.
across the grasslands, then onto the Himalayas.
Past somatic feelings are cognitively preserved.
Spirit is the natural extension of cognition.
Spirit and mind foresee the body, the spirit swerved.
Together, the mind and body create resolution.
The universe's sound is centered around silence.
A quiet that gives rise to that sound—its essence
Silence increases, dilates, expands, and evolves.
It's able to watch the blooming of other carves.
It is as copernican as the light we pass through.
Pedagogical schools have the same faint glow.
Solving math, questioning the past, or visual atom.
"I have a dream," I was told, to be in a ruling stratum.
Our lives connect us to grains and corncobs.
warmed by miners and dry wind turbine jobs.
Sugarcane is used to acquire paper and rubber.
My father's hands were swollen from scrubber.
Our biggest mistake was playing the drama alone.
as if life were a subtle crime without atone.
Denying respect is feeling neglected in a cage.
Shouts were buried by choruses, width, and rage.
Let the beat off your loneliness and start talking.
Your warmth tends to compile the kettle singing.
The world's fauna and birds are plainly unique.
Your life is ready and waiting for its peak.
Written: December 29, 2022
Categories:
swerved, analogy, change, community, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Killer was nervous that day
after he’d done away
with the uncle he’d made pay
for the evil he’d suffered long ago one day.
His hands shook.
His body quivered.
What was done was done.
Payback delivered.
The blood had been sickening
and the vomit that followed
smelled like hell
as his guilt he swallowed.
Scared now he’d left the scene
after wiping everything clean.
He jumped in his car.
He thought he’d erased the scar.
But tears welled up
as uncontrolled they fell
down his cheeks
and his throat began to swell.
He couldn’t stop now.
He drove faster and faster
around each dangerous curve
on two wheels he swerved.
As in his mind he relived his crime
suddenly he had to turn on a dime.
When he snapped back to reality it was too late.
The eighteen-wheeler he faced sealed his fate.
Now nothing but the truth he never would tell
because Killer soon would be paying in Hell.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet
Copyright: 6/18/2020
“All rights reserved”
Categories:
swerved, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Memorial Day Tribute
Memories of the Men and Women, who served,
Emotional tributes so well deserved.
Moments of solitude with thoughts preserved,
Outpours of love so vividly observed.
Revolutions of dangers you so bravely swerved,
Inhibitions and fears suppressed and reserved.
Always ready to protect, even the undeserved,
Loyal to a fault, with energy conserved.
Dedication and valor are the pins you ware,
Attributes of service, loyalty beyond compare.
Your selfless acts of duty, always remembered through prayer!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 5/30/16
Categories:
swerved, appreciation, celebration, dedication, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
'Twas claimed Titanic was unsinkable.
To think otherwise was unthinkable!
Alas, she met her fate,
Because she swerved too late!
Tangling with ice cubes proved it sinkable!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
swerved, boat,
Form:
Limerick
While I was searching a book to read in my old school
Today maybe changed somehow modernized,
There were lot of rooms,
With many of the destitute instant of books.
Anyway, however, I was swerved..
This is my own school why should I hesitate…
The swot ..like swingle …
You’re my SCHOOL.. Swivelled on you
Who could have changed you like this…?
Distorted…
I am completely distracted..
At least the basement may be kept..
I went on to search into, the basement
My goodness, my school, everything distorted…
.. recasted ..
My sweet heaven you distorted, I am distracted..
I want to see the smile of the portia’s yellow flower..
Where is the doorway? And door steps of margosa?
The premises, the sun kissing ground..
All for me unseen world?
There is suddenly landslide:
Divination , there is my teacher pulling me out, digging
The landslide that covered me, the teacher with a mammoty
I identified first teacher ever remembering.
Now the light, my teacher…!
Pursuit smile ..national uniform in white,
How sweet he is…
Categories:
swerved, philosophy, remember, symbolism, tamil,
Form:
Verse
Maria has Gone
She has gone
She has left
Maria is no more
She has no use for players
She has no use for Juan or his slayers
Adam is caught
In the sheets of his deception
Eva Maria has left, looking for the alma Santa Maria
Sands erase the love, Maria is all but gone
She searches the beaches
For meringue and peaches
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Maria your color is beautiful
The way it sways
Maria your tango plays with me
For I must be truthful
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
We dance cheek to cheek
Tossed the cheaters to the sea
The usual suspects drowned
We bailar for the love to be
Ok ok ok
The players are here to stay
Maria though she will not be swayed
She has left, she can not be played
She has left
You will see
Look at the sea shore
She ran free, she is with me
How beautiful are her curves
Beautiful and bonito she swerved
I wanna touch her in the dark
I wanna kiss her right on the heart
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
They shed tears she has gone
They dance in silent seductions
The usual ones, one and the same
Players playing all the same game
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Now Maria has nerves
That are as smooth as her curves
She knows when the dance is right
The usual suspects will not be in site
Maria has gone
Maria has left
Maria knows them all
The usual suspects
Besos under the moon
She had me swoon
Maria has left
No need to look anymore
She dances at my front door
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aikcYHgkRxM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLEMj8q2frI
Categories:
swerved, beauty, character, dance, humanity,
Form:
Lyric
I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
Where am I? What’s happening to me? What am I doing here?
I try to remember, my mind is clouded with a terrible fear.
I remember!
I was lying in an operating theatre with lights shining down on me
Slowly I recalled what had happened. I saw the oncoming tree
Headlights blazed and then the darkness. I swerved but couldn’t stop
I saw myself lying in the road, and then I saw a traffic cop.
The light, the bright dazzling light was blinding me.
Wondering in the ether, a restless nomadic spirit free.
I moved in a slow and airless motional way
Following my instincts I fought to stay
The surgeons were trying to save me, I knew this
But now I was free from pain and that was bliss
I remember!
I don’t know how I knew this. I was numb from the shock of it all
I floated along the ether I heard the heavens call
I was out of body and just a soul, a lost soul without a doubt
I wanted to tell the surgeons, I was here but I couldn’t shout
Was this the end? Oh no! This can’t be happening to me!
Here I am I haven’t gone, I am still here can’t you see!
The three magic rocks will save me won’t they? Where are they now I must find
Were they just thoughts in a dying dream or a figment of my mind?
The light is calling it wants me to go I follow the heavenly glow
I am too young to leave this world oh please don’t make me go
I remember!
My journey isn’t over and I plead with the powers that be
You don’t want me to go there yet, you really don’t need me
I may not have been an angel but my heart is in the right place
You can’t take me away from here; I am part of the human race
As I travelled along to my destiny, whatever that may hold
I felt myself being dragged along, I can’t die! I am not that old
This is the end of my journey; I fear I may have died
I don’t know what is in store for me, I really could have cried
The light disappeared abruptly; drawn back to my body so
Did those magic rocks save me? That I will never know
(Entered in Constance La France's contest)
Categories:
swerved, mysteryme, light, body, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Let's Have Some Fun Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at Shamrock Bar,
I told him I would drive cuz' it's not very far.
Out ran Rizzo the rat, stood like a deer in headlights,
I wanted to see Ms. Piggy later...oh, of all the nights!
Swerved and crashed into Rowlf's juniper dog house,
"oh I can't believe that annoying little mouse!"
Rowlf had the company of Animal and Gonzo,
what a sight to see Gonzo with an emerald afro!
We walked in to find a parakeet sleeping in moss,
"oh man, my arm hurts! It's about to fall off!"
I heard, “ARG! RAH!” Animal threw me a frozen lime,
I thought, “ will this really help? Pain is shooting to my spine!”
Then Scooter ran out with pickles, pears and olives,
Swedish Chef “Shmuf shaf”, was cooking basil and sage omelets!
I saw Staler and Waldorf cracking jokes in the balcony,
"I'm getting so annoyed, this is not the time for comedy!"
And who would have thought they would be the best greeters?
A first aid kit came out from Dr. Bunson and Beaker!
"Geez, I am feeling a little better, this injury is no biggie,
in walks my concerned lover, the bossy diva Ms. Piggy!
I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing,
a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.
Different Shades Of Green Used: 1. Shamrock 2. Juniper 3. Emerald 4. Parakeet
5. Moss 6. Lime 7. Pear 8. Olive 9. Basil 10. Sage
~Date Written : March 1, 2016~
Categories:
swerved, giggle, green, silly,
Form:
Couplet