Best Swings Poems
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
I’m sending to you on butterfly wings.
Pennies are wasted on a wishing well.
Pennies instead for sweet thoughts that you tell.
Oh, pennies from heaven as your heart sings
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
and dandelion dreams you hope will come true.
I’ll click my red heels to bring them to you!
Over my rainbow, love can stay blind.
Better than Leprechaun’s gold, you will find
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
and all of my love attached with no strings.
Close your eyes; take my hand; let yourself feel.
I’ll be your Wendy if you’ll make it real!
Fly me away to a dreamland that brings
waterfall wishes on stars with no swings.
Written Dec. 17, 2016
For Julie Leigh Rodeheaver "Whisper Sweet Nothings" Poetry Contest
There is no escape from strange morning whims,
when irritation causes numbness in my limbs.
Dawn has become an unwelcome nemesis,
rage for sunrise an uncontrollable genesis,
disturbing the peace of my silent reverie,
tormenting all that is felt as sensory.
I despise the chirping of hungry birds,
so intrusive as they sing in their herds.
Echoing like chisels chipping at my head,
feeling chained to the corners of my bed.
I seek no pardon for my profanity,
these moods are ***ing with my sanity.
I search for signs of positivity,
but daylight always triggers my sensitivity.
Mind slices my thoughts through dissections,
as I hold my head craving for soundless reflections.
Sluggish eyes with black bags and static lips,
cringe at the mirror as reality grips,
washing away a contradictive smile,
without harmony my life is too much of a trial.
Thinking f*** my life through censored cries,
I don't even have the strength to roll my eyes.
Is there a diagnosis for this prognosis?
Or will I forever be in this state of hypnosis?
I’m neither depressed nor suppressed,
in this cramped compression of distress.
I’m anxious attempting to figure it all out,
stumbling across worn voices begging to shout.
Those explosive beats from poisonous roots,
soften my crumbling knees like rotten fruits.
All I can think is,
“oh please, cut that crap”
battling my demons, before I finally snap.
As my mind bleeds like a demented creep,
I no longer require the desire to speak.
As talk is cheap,
can’t you see all I need is sleep.
To forever restrict my emotions before I weep.
Tired of being a puppet with twisted strings,
I hope these pills can tame my mood swings.
Zorro swings and Zorro falls,
sadly landed on someones balls
excommunicated from the mall,
for gross protracted screaming.
Zorro on the crutch of one,
slapped down by a redneck nun,
pivoted crutch to plonking run,
so bad he must be dreaming?
Springing for his horse so black,
drop kicked his oolies slack,
glad it wasn't a donkey Jack,
the Z man enterprising.
Don Johnson 6-aug-11
earth sings and swings through space
blue pearl's nascent sostenuto
sun's rouge reveil blush dusts her face
space pings as new world rings
angels praise God's high hopes
Lind 68868 format designed by poet Robert Lindley.
(Thank you Robert, for your kind critique, and helping me to correct the syliable count!)
posted 7th November, 2019
Note: Job 38:4-7
Psalms 104:5
Ecclesiastes 1:4
(The sustainable earth)
Nights that smell of dew,
days that smell of fresh grass,
flowers that bloom to be seen for a short time,
leaving their fragrance in the air for us to feel that unforgettable instant.
Slippery days missed somewhere in the past.
Rusty swings forgotten in my backyard that bring back my childhood memories.
Columpios Oxidados.(Spanish)
Noches que huelen a rocío,
días que huelen a hierba fresca,
flores que florecen para ser vistas por poco tiempo,
dejando su fragancia en el aire para que sintamos ese instante inolvidable.
Días resbaladizos perdidos en algún lugar del pasado.
Columpios oxidados olvidados en mi patio trasero que me traen recuerdos de mi infancia.
A torrent of life,
Bursting like a bud in spring.
Face squashed to a smile,
Leading me with eager grip
To the see-saw and the swings.
Last night, the doors of dark entrapped me
Capricious sun, perhaps he's napping
Deliberately he comes and goes,
with wily ways, I know so well
Sometimes he stays an hour more,
but then, we know his temper's short,
to leave me here, alone to brood
and sobered to his moods
I batter hard against the night,
until my knuckles bleed
But, cannot summon him to rush
He takes his time, as if a game,
then blushes cheeks, again
This is the wait, caught in between…
the antics of his display
Last evening he made his great departure,
With amber clouds to frame his face
Without a pause, expects applause
to come with early sun
We blink an eye…and watch him leave
with bright red shoes, and a hat of gold
He'll wave goodbye, and sink right in
the curved rim of the world
And when the final curtain draws,
there's a sigh behind the hills
And all is still....
Companioned by the crescent moon,
who, I will welcome in
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Submitted for "Saving Daylight" contest: sponsored by John Lawless
2/15/15
Into exile
To depth of feeling
To the green paradise
To silence of seasons
To the Old Testament
Wherever you go
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to your soul
Which bets as the rain
Swings of childhood
Will whisper to gulls's hearts
Which bet as dreams
Into exile
To depth of flowers
To outer space
to the bottom of black hole
Everywhere in the universe
My imagination will call you
And we will meet
When swings and gulls meet.....
Naji Almurisi
My porch swing is a special place
where past and present intersect.
As I sway at a peaceful pace,
on days of childhood I reflect.
Where past and present intersect,
with eyes closed I soon drift away.
On days of childhood I reflect.
I see three happy kids at play.
With eyes closed I soon drift away,
I think of yards with rope-held swings.
I see three happy kids at play
on carefree days the summer brings.
I think of yards with rope-held swings.
as I sway at a peaceful pace.
On carefree days the summer brings,
my porch swing is a special place.
June 24, 2020
Poetry Contest Title: Feelings of Nostalgia Placed 2nd
Sponsor: Eve Roper
October 8, 2020
entered in the Completely Your Choice (23) Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Brian Strand
January 31, 2021
Poetry Contest Title: Proud Pantoum NA
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
August 24, 2022
entered in Joseph May's Pantoum Contest Placed 1st
one, two, and three swings
higher, higher reach the sky
blossoms worn away
Teenage dreams of love and romance my life I had just begun
When sweet peace holds my breast, Jessie three, James two, and Mason one.
2/28/2019
Angel
by morning
with spirit high-
though by nightfall I'm a
Demon
TLH © 06-15-2012
you started in the park
you make mark
where the kids heart
they love this thing
KIDS AND
PARK SWING
Never be afraid to swing on the big swings ...
Whenever your problems seem to big to face
Remember the playground was once too a big place
If you think your right make them prove you wrong
You won't always win but you'll come along
When dad talks always listen
Because one day you'll have a question and you'll miss him.
Friends will come and go
But true friends will steal the show
Let mean words never stick
And when it comes to band aids... Be quick
Mothers always have a cure
Even when your not sure
If you don't know if its right or wrong..
It's prolly somewhere you don't belong.
Stay as young as long as you can
And as of push pops... Always be a fan
These words I give to you
But if you only remember a few
Never be afraid to swing on the be swings
And always remember to chase your dreams.
I remember dens and swings,
There weren't any techno things.
Outside playing hide and seek
No pc to give a tweak.
Weekends up the river walking
Not permanently on an iphone talking.
No facebook with a hundred likes
Just charging around on our bikes.
The twitter we knew came from birds,
We didn't text, we spoke real words.
Alas such childhoods are long since gone,
No playing out, just logging on.
MOOD SWINGS
heavens alive
contours scuffed
togetherness lost-
on invisible strings
my lonesome blues