Best Tag Poems
I live.
I live to write.
I write of both understandable and incomprehensible things
I am a teenager just living the average life of semi poverty just like millions of others
I have hopes, wants, crushes, and worldly desires just like everyone else in this world does
I believe that I will accomplish what I set my mind to
Striving to be the best I can be
Writing about these things is my self-obligation
I am who I wish to be and will always be
Living life as a free female
Being an example to those that are yet to learn about what they are going to face in this life
In my own little world when all around me is crashing down
Having no fear of what is to come
Rollin’ with the punches
Scribbling out what I believe
I know who I am
I am a poet.
A MAD (TAG!)
I am very upset right now.
I do hope many of you read my tag.
Do not care if you comment or not.
I may not answer a comment correctly.
Do I have to ask for forgiveness.
Every time I do not understand a poem.
I am no genius.
I do not care if I do not rhyme in this one .
Why are them ladies making me an enemy, what did I do.
Well I am done playing nice.
I am sorry I am not fully educated, but I tell you what.
You keep running people out.
So you can drink up all the soup.
From this point on I will comment only them who comment me .
I will block every one out, for being smarter than me.
I also will reply with a thank U only.
I can't believe them folks who I admire Talked about me.
I also want all you to know do not pretend to be my friend.
Every poet can have two points of view.
That is why it is called a comment.
You write it, I make it what I want it to be.
I am not Esther leaving ugly comments.
We are all armatures here like it or not.
Do not tell me I am a typo for not wanting high class words
I do not care, back stabbing ladies that is what I heard.
You and your poetry are not that perfect as well.
You can say I have no sense of poetry
You can call me a dead beat poet.
Hey! U can even (Shoot this poet.)
The one thing you can not take away from me
Is my God given right to say
"I AM A POET ! "
----I am not going to say sorry! For expressing my anger about the gossip-----
----I TAG YOU FRANK HERRERA ----- Hope you are not one of the above.
My wife just keeps nagging
"You've got work to do"
I say, honey, can't it wait
Til my poem is through?
She says, "You're writing again?,
That's all you get done"
I don't think she realizes
That poetry is fun
"Words, words, words
That's all you ever think"
"You even wrote one.
Telling people I stink"
"There's work around here
That you've somehow missed"
"But I'll make you out
Another, Honey do list"
I think I'm an artist
But she just don't know it
So I'll tell her once more
That, I am a poet
(For the Tag Game, I am a Poet, passed to me by John Loving iii, I pass it to Ralph Taylor)
Where have you been! you silly man!
don't blame it all on tryptophan!
Maladies from Malta mutATE and Gur G....itate!
as Jimbo watched the Vikings dominate!
It's true my kind heart is totally fake!
football first sweetheart!.... hope your fever breaks!
Dear Charma, you've got snow! make an ice-pack!
it's almost halftime!...... then I'll be back!
And if you grow weary of my attitude!
I'll level a few notches, and be a sweet dude!
The Ref blew his whistle!.... #4 is quite grand!
our sinking tag-poem is back on dry land!
So without much ado!
no need for a chorus!
I tag you my friend, Miss Culverhouse! Please Doris!
(Phyllis tagged John, John tagged DaneAnn, DaneAnn tagged Charmaine, Charma tagged me! and I tag Doris!)
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate
Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find a keg in ere
Everything is a riddle once it is spoke
The tag is from you to me and then some other folk
But who should I choose, I’m here to say
So many beautiful feathers float by my way
Once while I was taking a path from here to there
When I noticed beauty beyond compare
She made me smile and she made me think
Looking at her was like taking a drink
She made me feel good and forget all the rest
I reckon that is a true poets test
The only thing I really did know
What a wonderful beautiful soul
My only complaint of her poetry was the last line
For I was hoping to have just a little more time
Talk of someone who needs no adorning
She plays a huge role in the global warming
For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice
I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice
So who is the beautiful Angel that I’m speaking of?
Tag Christie Moses your it my love
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Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice
this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem
and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I
feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just
never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
Everybody bears a price tag
Claim tycoons with bottomless purses
With a plethora of dollars to flash and flag
About to entice simpletons who deem their lives struck by curses
Inserted in their DNA
Generations ago
Which render them incapable to shove away
Bets of cash their stricken spines can’t forgo
While stomachs groan and lips
Demand smartphones, mascaras and lipsticks
Deployed to slay chaps with wanton whips
That cut and slice with savage kicks
On pates gone wan with insomnia
As limousine driven juggernauts
Splurge huge wads of notes to catalyze mass hysteria
Among street corner astronauts
Whose flight to Cupid exoplanet
Fell on its face
As moral worth net
They chose to suppress
In the face of perennial penury
That nibbles homesteads bereft of meals
In January
When cash overloaded sovereigns strike asymmetric deals
In which they beat down the cashless
Unless the poor rebuff cash offers
Preferring the famine and thirst the voiceless
Endure twenty four seven cos their coffers
Cash they’ve never seen
Cos fate shifted the balance of resources in favour of the few
Who more often than not turn out mean
To taunt the poor who shift on a church pew
As a tycoon blurts, ‘There’s a price tag on you
The sooner you acknowledge the reality
The better your world will enliven anew
As on you my bucks bestow and restore dignity in humility.’
I see russian
sunny bunnies*
playing tag with
english sundogs
* Sunlight spot in Russian is sunny bunny (solnechny zaichik).
01.09.2019
Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
Syllables Per Line: 4 4 4 4
I've never played tag before, I say
But being tagged has made my day
If I wrote my thoughts, my arm would droop
Trying to tag all the great poets on Poetry Soup
Now I hold Tamiviolet and Carol Brown dear
Karen O'Leary and Marycile Beer
Tammy and Jill both make me smile
And JeanMarie has her very own style
Reading Bill Robinson is time well spent
And Charles Fuller is so eloquent
Don't forget Deb Simpson and William Ward
Linda Smith strikes another chord
There's Kim Mulroney and William Jones
Even more great writing. It's Daria Stone's
If I wrote about all the great one's on this sight
I would still be writing on New Year's night.
You are tagged.
Lightning
flashes brightly
outside our front window.
Rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling IT in my fingers, vibration
jolts and loosens the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful,
quivers follow
lightning.
Tag game
mommy shudders;
I'm deaf, but I sense IT.
My sister covers up her ears
awaiting, anticipating something.
I wait for looks on their faces.
"You're IT!" you make me shake
like a sudden
tag game?
When I die, will you wail and cry?
Or grin and do the dance of the Beagle?
Will you touch my skin to feel cold setting in,
As my blood is congealing.
Will you raise my lids to view pupils wide
verifying my organs stopped working?
Now on the phone, will you pretend to sad moan,
While holding in a giggle and wriggle?
As I float to my deserving place,
My spirit cannot inform you, my Beloved’s face.
You will follow me as if we’re tethered.
By infection I was claimed, no visuals to say,
that you shouldn’t have touched me at all.
hands ground
while walls rise
board ceilings
my knuckles whiten
the crowd looks away
[-:Lone Wolf:-]
--lone
---wolf, a
--wandering
-------storyteller
--------a decent fella.
Charismatic, charming
------overbearing, confident.
Come, hang under the umbrella
-------------of this personal Rocafella.
-------------Life as I see it, I Am a Poet
In response to Linda Marie-Bariana who tagged me for this I Am A Poet game..
I now tag Carolyn Devonshire to continue this game... Remember, you must end your
poem with the words "I am a poet"
Jared Pickett
3/14/2010
Asavvy1
When you see your reflection
Staring back at you
Do you hate what you see?
Do you wish your body was shaped differently?
Little skinnier here a little more curves over there
Do you know that your body is like your fingerprints?
Uniquely yours
And that no matter how hard you try
You will never have the identical build
Someone else possess
Your body is your trademark
Don’t loose your label
Just to fit in or to look like someone else
Don’t become an imitation
Learn to love your tag
Try and work with the tag you were blessed with
@070920161358
T’is the season of jolly and such fun
Ending a year and starting out brand new
Others will be looking to the long run
Uplifting many with words from a few
Celebrating the new binding like glue
Moving together with tag poetry
Pot on the stove with Epulaeryu brew
This stew is filled with great artistry
T’is is just like cosmetic dentistry
Brings a smile to celebrating faces
The time is now for a royal entry
Like playing cards with faces of aces
Hello Lynn Marie go put on your clogs
Look out the window you have just been tagged!
Comment: I was tagged by Katherine Stella. Hello Lynn, this is especially for
you. Happy New Year! Now you will have to find someone whose poetry you
enjoy to tag. NOTE: The Spenserian sonnet rhymes as follows:
ABABBCBCCDCDEE. The second four lines are linked by rhymes to the first four
and the follow four, and a couplet concludes the poem by reemphasizing the
main idea or proposing an alternative view. Isn’t this fun!!!
Hash-Tag Pupeteer
#totesamaze,
The comment left upon the page
#losttheplot
The response this comment got
#chatawhile
You have such a lovely smile
#cuttheswag
Your arrogance is such a drag
#instamood
Why have such an attitude
#instacool
Do you think I’m such a fool
#bigitup
You as hench as that close up?
#bootylicious
Come and see, don’t be suspicious
#hadmysay,
Now perhaps you’ll go away.
#disrespected
Your behaviour needs corrected
#notmyfriend
Rude boys like you should never trend.
#reconcile
Perhaps we two could jam a while
#onyourbike
Look and learn you’ve got no likes, but
#withasmile
You’re busted Mr. Paedophile
Heather Buxton