Best Tackles Poems
Drip
Drop
Water drop cascades under sapphire afterglow
Undoing 4 month deprivations
Muffled moans surround crimson fireplace
Crackling of fire
Thrusts of skin
Retinal vibrations shutter her pilot light deep within
She ascended to blue moon heights
As embers of his inferno
Bow in collective unison
Maddening grips
His fingertips draw triangular markings
Hugging curvature’s hip
Gentle bites on lower lip
He tackles her wanton hands against waterbed foundations
Her strengthened pupils reach out for 3rd eye clarity.
She asks for his dance under aggressive whisper
As he dips
Inside
Slow motion Salsa bends of her will
She crosses legs marking “X” against his spot
His relinquished hands
Slalom her vocal chords toward accentuated heavens
He exorcised her trembling inner thighs
From collapsing octaves
With eloquent, muted exhales
His hand reaches her cheek
His mouth descending towards her breast
“My lady, put that lighter down,
Let me be your cigarette.”
Drip
Drop
©11/19/2013
A Scorcher for Charlotte's contest. (Update: Tied for 2nd place. Nice!)
Categories:
tackles, fantasy, longing, senses, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Threatened national beast*,
Tawny coat with black stripes,
Teeth sharp and agile feet,
Totally strong and brave,
Targets small animals,
Tracks, tackles, tears, and tastes,
Triumphant growl is heard.
15th March 2022
*Tiger is the national animal of India and it is endangered
Categories:
tackles, animal, tiger,
Form:
Pleiades
… well I had a hell of a ride
won’t go to heaven but paradise needs fire
goods innings they say
but I am more of a Rugby man
plenty of tackles tries and drop goals
I sought resolve in defeat
a few yellows but not once a red card
never understood why it is called sin bin
and wore my jersey with pride
now it’s the corpse dress
innocent and bloody
at the same time
never immaculate but
high quality fabric
some of my battles were silent
no major wars in my neck of the woods
a few forests burning and now I join the fertile soil
I was conceived into this life
as I want to leave it
with fun merriment and passion
no medals in my urn
a few achievements
five children to my name
a wonderful wife who shared my journey
the reaper is not as grim as could be
no pain a last breath exhaled
nothing more to say
than I love you
who is to know I might see you
at the other side of somewhere
I would not change a thing if I could
because you who mattered most
gave me the honour to be loved
my seeds are sown
the harvest in store
sandalwood torch handed over
the party may start
as soon as my ashes have flown
into the unknown certainty of infinite essence …
24th April 2021
Categories:
tackles, love,
Form:
Epitaph
Like any girl, my cat loves shoes.
I keep her in mind with the new pairs I buy.
She looks in the morning to note what I choose,
And then she observes while I zip, fold, or tie.
Muddy today, it will likely be boots,
And slippers in evening when feet are sore.
She tackles the ones that seem the foe that hoots.
They're a large owl's head that she hates -I adore.
The slippers are now worn beyond flat.
I'll buy one more pair of animal fun.
Perhaps a Llama or a dog, but not a cat,
'Cause my Dee Dee enjoys being the only one.
(a factual poem)
Categories:
tackles, animal, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Midnight lavender echoes whisper,
As the song of the rooster fades.
Mauve tackles the sky with a blush,
Curly coral clouds are dressed in buffed bronze shades.
Ebony snoozes in the round,
As the moon takes center stage.
Stars twinkle as diamonds in the sky,
And the night is peaceful page.
In the nocturnal retreat,
Nature's symphony plays on.
The rustling of leaves in the breeze,
And the distant hoot of an owl's song.
The world is quiet and still,
As if holding its breath in awe.
And in this tranquil moment,
All worries and fears withdraw.
In the nocturnal retreat,
There is a sense of calm and peace.
A reminder that in the darkness,
There is still beauty and release.
June 06, 2023
Categories:
tackles, analogy, appreciation, loneliness, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Football
A new dawn has come
He showers and puts on his lucky tee
Sits and waits in his lounge chair
Times has come
He kicks and runs
Catches and tackles
His blood pressure goes up
All from his recliner chair
He cheers and howlers
Rants and raves
Dammit!!
Yes!!
Oregon Ducks 48,
Wyoming Cowboys 14
By Eve Roper 9/25/2014
Categories:
tackles, emotions, football,
Form:
Free verse
All has come to an end, except for who to proclaim
The winner of The National College Football Championship Game
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game
Some will be at the game watching getting rained on, cold, and excited
The armchair quarterbacks stay at home and watch on their big screen TV being- telecasted
Scheduling and planning their parties to cheer on their favorite team and fellowships
Shopping for chips and dips
Hot wings and BBQ smokies
Soda pop, tea, beer, and whiskeys
They dress themselves and their children in lucky sports team attire
Kick off time has come, everyone is bouncing off the walls inspired
Armchair quarterback is playing in his own little field
He kicks and runs
Catches, tackles, and stuns
“That’s not the way they teach you to tackle!”
With all his excitement he almost slides off the armchair
“Oh, come on! Hey ref that’s not fair!”
“That’s pass interference he was all over him while the ball was in the air!”
He hollers and cheers
“Touchdown!” That’s the way!
Rants and raves
“Quit doing that, you idiot, you're going to get a fifteen yard penalty!”
His blood pressure is going up we all agree
“What the Hell was that you nitwit!”
“He dropped it.! You could have had it!”
Disappointment sets in, his team has lost
He blames the refs for all the bad calls, and its cost
Cleaning the carpet because of all the excitement, it’s going to cost
The season is over and I don't have to hear his rants until next year and
Our children will be the next generation of armchair quarterbacks
1/13/2015 by: Eve Roper
Accounts on watching and listening to my husband and brother
Categories:
tackles, football, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
In the fall of "59 we played our best...
That was the year we were better than the rest.
Brooks and Richard always led the way...
And John and Butch were there to play.
Campbell and Bailey were on the ends that year...
And with a line like ours Billy never had a fear.
Farley and Bill, great tackles were they...
And Wayne was a great guard-that's what all our
opponents had to say.
Doug and Steve, boy could they run...
In the fall of "59 didn't we have fun?
We had great coaches that year, no one can deny...
Coach Jim, coach John and coach Gainer- they made
us reach for the sky.
We had a team that was really fine...
That was our team in the fall of "59.
WE won all our games and finished number one in the state..
And for all of us who played the fall of "59 will always be a special date.
TK<
Categories:
tackles, football, high school,
Form:
Ballad
In this cage there's no room
Dark all around like a cocoon
I wish to break free soon
Fly up up and away so high I can reach the moon
But somehow my agility
And overall ability
For unlimited mobility is affected
My freedom so highly disrespected
My limbs gripped by the chains
So tight I can't feel the blood rush to my brain
The pain
Leaves me in disdain
I pounce on these bars my skin covered in stains
The scratching of my claws
And paws
Echo
The chains won't let go
Hunter to hunted
Predator to prey
Locked up and threw away the key, I'm blocked from every way
Can't maul
Can't growl
Chewed bones in a pile
My future looks vile
It's a feast
Swallow them whole now they live in the belly of the beast
The scars from the whips are the mark of the beast
Too bad they overlooked my healing factor like Wolverine
My head is chopped off like I met the guillotine
I wish i could cause mayhem
Carnage
Anarchy
The damage is so chaotic
The sounds of the screams
So melodic
Hitting the cage of life with forceful tackles
I'm being held by the shackles
Vigorously
Viciously
The thought of execution keeps up with me
I can go head-to-head with a cobra
Call me mongoose
I am forever caged like a beast
These chains won't let loose
Bulldozer can't make me fall
Neither can a wrecking ball
Lord help me out of this cage
But for what price
You take your pick
We switch places you get the cage
And I get the crucifix...
Categories:
tackles, hope, imagination, sadme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Discern deep deeds
Sense sparkle seed
Live lovely light
Spread sublime sight
Bright blessings bloom
Rich rapture rooms
Glimpse glowing grace
Feel fate find face
Treasure true treats
Glowing gifts greet
Paint picture poise
Verse vibrant voice
Laughs living loud
Prize peeking proud
Love lines loiter
Soul spores scatter
Bring brilliant book
Live loving looks
Touch thrills temper
Wise words whisper
Seek sweet surprise
Reap rich reprise
Toss trouble times
Reach rivets rhymes
Bear bold blessings
Feel fond feelings
Time tackles time
Rhyme rousing rhyme
Death's dying day
Life's living lay
Go gather grace
Fancy feeds face
Treasure true takes
Mindset moves make
Leon Enriquez
25 Aapril 2015
Singapore
Categories:
tackles, beauty,
Form:
Alliteration
Hooray!
Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.
She skis down sugary mountain tops.
He begs his coach to play shortstop.
Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.
My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.
A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.
Tiger wins with a hole in one.
Miniature golf is much more fun.
Double dribble the whistle blows.
Excitement on the court grows!
Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
"Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!
Categories:
tackles, baseball, football, fun, softball,
Form:
Rhyme
Now American football enthrals
There are plays there are tackles and falls
It’s not stagnant or staid
And it’s usually played
By men with oddly shaped balls
Categories:
tackles, funny, sports
Form:
Light Verse
I simply stumbled when I saw I fumbled;
With my strength I struggled to come over the trouble
But I end up building up more tackles.
I've said, '...well...with my knowledge.., though little.'
Diverting the people's attention from God's temple.
Some too, joggled after me like dull bulls.
I talked as if I were a guru.
Deep within I knew I was feeble-
Not able, even to solve a simple riddle.
But then, I would save my ego too
Any way before the people.
Some handed over to me the praises' mantle- an example.
Again, deep within I knew it is an attribute
Meant only for the incomparable.
Others simply mumbled;
In climax they gathered words to make me lockable
With their sort of verbal battle.
I thought they weren't faithful (to me).
Somehow, I called them rebels
One said, ' High praises-for God only. For you- unimaginable !'
'Of course not for me ! ' , I rumbled.
At that, Omniscience must have giggled.
'Save my face, I wore my goggle.
That day, the crowd were muddled.
So, I quickly jumbled within the rabble;
Then I left them, though I still bubbled-
I couldn't settle.
And doing that I was gentle
'Cause some already have in their hands broken marbles;
Ready to crush me down with their serious pebbles.
I would have been crumbled !
My condition would have been horrible and terrible.
I would have been in bogus trouble !
I knew God was not baffled;
Lucifer did that and was severely disabled.
Father might have seen mine as a mere twinkle;
He could still do a sanctioning in the next jiffy.
I just realized my foible...
He took me back - I was forgivable !
A surprise - I was acceptable and receivable !
Never again will I be pride-gullible.
May God help me always to be humble.
Categories:
tackles, philosophy, religion, god, me,
Form:
Didactic
Though I was child,
Yet had no fears,
Soon I grew adult,
Heart busted into tears.
Restless sleep, painful dreams
Always keeping up brew,
Malignant desires knocked at
Brain, to be practically true.
I wish me humble aged!
When lesser power avoids violence,
It is best age for rest,
As goes bald every sense,
Bloody youth is an evil abode,
So I loath my youth.
Wish shaky Skeleton groggy legs,
Even mouth having no tooth,
How a wonderful bed will be,
Quite silent and quadruped ,
Lucky person is might full,
Of dusty pillow under head.
Face covered in white lash.
Visionless eyes behind spectacles.
Ramshackle hand counting bead.
"Burden" other hand crook tackles.
For righteous and crafty,
Old is heaven and hell.
It is a life result,
Quite impossible to repel.
I will anxiously wait,
For taking last bath,
Will be embalmed in soil,
New destination, new path.
zaeem yousaf
Categories:
tackles, passion
Form:
Rhyme
He blows a dandelion in my face.
I can feel the softness on my skin.
He then lifts me up to the sky and lowers me back into his warm arms letting me feel the softness of his lips
The sun shines brighter on our skin enhancing our warmth.
"Your beautiful" he says
I just smile and don't say a word.
He grabs me and playful tackles me to the ground.
"You know that being beautiful isn't about being pretty all the time. A little dirt will get on you", he says.
He grabs dirt and throws in my hair.
I quickly retaliate and do the same but I throw it in his face.
I get on top of him and then help him get the dirt off his eyes so he can see.
Well then babe you are very beautiful, I say.
He then leans in and kisses my beautiful face.
Categories:
tackles, adventure, appreciation, beauty, blessing,
Form: