Best Tells Poems
Baby brother, your naughty smile entices
A chuckle ringing through the night,
While those eyes blue wink like stars
That I'm pretty sure , we are alike...
If Aunt Nora pinches those rosy cheeks
Yes, I'd whack her leg, she'll never know-
For now, you're saying, let's peek-a- boo
As moon face jiggles up and down,
Till Mama yelps, 'No, our babe might toot gas!'
And peachy feet, they would outgrow mine,
Then we’ll ride on airy coastlines
Sharing guy secrets and watching the girls--
Maybe, hug one or two in Dad's bike
That's what your laughter implies...
O you giggle, mouth without teeth yet;
Not to worry, I am sneaking yummy jello...
Eat that quick! It's all over your bald head
We'll make it look like soap bubbles--
As the hero, I'll tell our parents, the milk
Flushed through the crib...You agree, snickering,
Naughty brother, we have more pranks to go!
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Categories:
tells, brother, child, fun,
Form:
Light Verse
A whisper tells a story
In a most peculiar way
Unlike dulcet, milky tones
Heard at preschool in the day.
A story told in whispers
Will invoke a certain mood,
Sending shivers down the spine
As dark images are brewed.
Whispered words are lovely
Though often deeply stirring,
Like a sleepy little cat
Curled in the corner purring.
Should you find the whisper trite,
Just consider for a while
If a bellow filled with rage
Will calm a wailing child.
So, whisper certain stories
In a most mysterious way,
To paint the wordy pictures
And spark little minds at play.
© Cherie May 2015
Categories:
tells, child, children, fun, spoken
Form:
Free verse
He paints my world with words and phrases
meant to stir emotions, deep.
Tales of intrigue that amazes,
into my soul his stories seep.
Meant to stir emotions deep,
the tales he tells cast a spell.
Into my soul his stories seep
taking me to heaven or hell.
The tales he tells cast a spell,
leaving me waiting on every line.
Taking me to heaven or hell
as if each story were only mine.
Leaving me waiting on every line,
tales of intrigue that amazes.
As if each story were only mine
he paints my world with words and phrases.
Categories:
tells, dedication, on writing and
Form:
Pantoum
g a l e -
f o r c e
w i n d s
l a s h i n g
r i p p i n g
rooftops
walls,
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s
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r u b b l e tells the tale
Categories:
tells, environment, imagery, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
In the gentleness of this breeze
I sense hope and grateness
True affection and emotion
Like the world is forever mine
Looking into your eyes
The siren of your beauty tells
All queens are graciously made
Honey you are graciously and beautifully made in the garden of all queens
At first the emotions seems asleep
Today it's been awakened
I have come not to leave but to stay
You are the rainbow I've been drawing since birth
Mummy and friends said I am mean
Honey you studied me and convinced them
By putting your untested saliva on my mouth
Redesign me and put thousand smile on my frown face
You are the jewel that brought out the real me in me
Never cease to present your golden presence
Watching you speak with many smiles on your face
Is my soul ecstasy and fantasy
An angel escaped from heaven
Angel without wings and with countless power
You are the roses of three light glittery tree in my poetic garden
No doubt saying you are my menera muse.
Categories:
tells, 10th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die. Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper? Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose.
I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds. Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED. I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines. All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead. All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION, BRED TO SUCCEED.
I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bionic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG. We APPROACHED the enemy
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army. All who volunteer to follow fall in line. .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION BRED TO SUCCEED.
Categories:
tells, anger, angst, blue, death,
Form:
Alliteration
I ask, at what cost?
Coiled beneath the leaves, nothing is seen of his reprieve.
The viper’s warning is curtailed.
Silently masked among the decay, a wooden shelter becomes his stay.
The viper’s ambush is prepared.
Wanting, searching, like field mice the children are learning.
The teacher prepares to pounce.
Writhing, frothing, innocence from adolescence is fleeting.
Status quo, they begin to denounce.
Like poison, consumption, coveting is quickening within the arterial circulation.
Rebellious youth herald Marxist slogans.
Crying, suffering, parents beg for an answering.
Who trespassed within the kindergartens?
Forty Years now lost.
Categories:
tells, animal, evil, farewell, farm,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Norman Bates Tells His Story
By Elton Camp
Nobody seems to care about the fix I’m in,
So it’s time the true story of my life to spin.
I’ve had no father ever since I was a little child.
Reared by a mother who’d drive anyone wild.
“You have to do anything I tell you to.
Any disobedience you will come to rue.”
She said it would bring a life of strife
If I ever dated or dared to take a wife
“A boy’s mother is his only true friend.
If you forget that, my life you will end.”
And so since didn’t want her to be gone
I obeyed her and grew up so much alone.
By her rules for me, she didn’t abide.
And then a second marriage she tried.
Her new mate made my life a living hell.
And then he spent her money on a motel.
“Norman will do all the work,” he said.
“Clean room showers and make the bed.”
The motel made bushels of money at first.
Then what happened was about the worst.
A highway was built to by-pass the town.
Then only a few travelers did come around.
The lack of customers made him get mean.
“Lazy Norman doesn’t keep the rooms clean.”
My Mother backed up his talk so tough
Until I finally had heard quite enough.
I decided what it was I had to do
Quickly, quietly I did kill those two.
But afterward, I felt much like a louse
And pretended she was still in the house.
I found that it made me feel better,
When I imitate her voice to the letter.
When a pretty girl took a room for the night,
I found that put me in a state of pure delight.
If she gave any encouragement to me,
The face of my mother I began to see.
“Norman! That girl is just a whore.
Why did you let her come in the door?”
My mother’s words I just had to obey.
To remain alive I couldn’t let her stay.
Nobody will know she was ever here
I dump her into the swamp so near.
I did that very way, time after time
Till it didn’t seem much like a crime.
The day finally came. Luck ran out.
The sheriff took me in with a shout.
“Norman, I’ve learned about your sin.
Now be prepared, prison time to begin.”
The psychiatrist found out it wasn’t me.
But that Mother did the murders, you see.
While I was wearing a wig and a dress,
To those horrors my Mother did confess.
Categories:
tells, angstmother, life, me, time,
Form:
Rhyme
A fascinating journey it's been.
Reciprocal peaks and valleys.
Worry lines,laugh lines also
tell the world my story
that I've come this far.
Darkness and light;
joy and pain
mine to
own.
written October16th 2013
for Dr. Ram Mehta's Nonet contest
Categories:
tells, age, journey, life,
Form:
Nonet
I miss the feeling of going for a midnight drive, having the windows down, blaring our favourite song, three, two, one and it was all gone. We were defiantly driving with one headlight, but we both knew that it was going to be alright. We loved to drive all night because we knew the DJ would play it again. Every now and then we would drive to your mom’s house out in Simcoe, everybody around knew we were burnin’ it down. Hey girl, you know what you were doing with the beat of the music, always had a way to make me loose it. We both knew that together we were fire and gasoline, but we both lived like there was no tomorrow. There is always a map that leads me to you, as twisted as it sounds you didn’t know that I was insane, but you weren’t to blame. Sometimes, you have to say take care and look the other way, but am I wrong if a stutter through the fallout? We’re going to let it burn as we swing life away. Until all of me loves all of you, we’ll be singing American pie till its 3AM, while we’re counting stars in the middle of a hurricane. We’ll meet again when it’s the summer of 69’ because it’s where my demons hide. I hope in the future we can go for one last midnight drive.
*Playlist:
321- Brett Kissel
One Headlight- The Wallflowers
Play it Again- Luke Bryan
Burnin’ it Down- Jason Aldean
Hey Girl- Bill Currington
Tomorrow –Chris Young
Maps- Maroon 5
Twisted- Eminem
Take Care- Drake
Am I wrong? - Nico & Vinz
Stutter- Marianas Trench
Fallout- Marianas Trench
Burn- Ellie Goulding
Swing Life Away- MGK
All of Me- John Legend
American Pie- Don McLean
3AM- Matchbox 20
Counting Stars- One Republic
Hurricane- The Fray
Summer of 69’- Bryan Adams
Demons- Imagine Dragons
*In order
Categories:
tells, best friend, change, girlfriend,
Form:
Free verse
So for now run away-
because none of this is your business,
never mind the bleeding branch that's supplemented your fitness,
never mind the hateful rant you hear in your illness,
so just forget all those times when you just couldn't feel witnessed,
its all gonna fly,
as long as you stray from the spindrift,
you have done some hard time,
now it's time to be a part of the hit list,
you get mine and I get your willingness...
Too bad you are gonna find that you are a sneering ventriloquist,
who's side kick is alive with the eagerness,
to get evenness-
between two teammates in the same building on this…
Too bad you can't be a pine in the mountains on this,
for real feel the cold and the dampness
that you've dealt since your kids became arrogant.
Because by now we must have sewed it right in...
It will be there by the time you reach the dawn of your dim,
too bad you could only ever lift up your fins,
too bad we weren't ever in the same pool to go swim,
because this is not war against whims,
it really is just a downpour of age old sin,
coming on our leaders-
not seeing yourself without them,
you constantly tire yourself about how to doubt them...
Categories:
tells, boxing day , boy, cat,
Form:
Verse
The heart always tells the greatest love story
Dreaming about you everyday lost in the memory I hold dear
Following your voice through the dark cloud
Knowing the light is on the other side
Drifting away on a scent you left behind
Calling your name with a tear in my eye
Running hard just to catch a glimpse
Holding on to my best friend hope
Believing in you is second nature
Breaking the hour glass so I can have a second with you
Respecting fates path for us
Living in a kiss we can share
Looking for you in every sunrise
I welcome your lost soul with open arms
Bonded in faith towards the future
Together again to conqueror all
Joy reflects from the mirror we now hold
Peace envelops our existence
The heart always tells the greatest love story
Categories:
tells, love,
Form:
Rhyme
By Elton Camp
Nobody seems to care about the fix I’m in,
So it’s time the true story of my life to spin.
I’ve had no father ever since I was a little child.
Reared by a mother who’d drive anyone wild.
“You have to do anything I tell you to.
Any disobedience you will come to rue.”
She said it would bring a life of strife
If I ever dated or dared to take a wife
“A boy’s mother is his only true friend.
If you forget that, my life you will end.”
I didn’t want her to be gone
So I grew up very much alone.
By her rules for me, she didn’t abide.
And then a second marriage she tried.
He made my life a living hell.
Spent her money on a motel.
“Norman will do all the work,” he said.
“Clean room showers and make the bed.”
The motel made bushels of money at first.
Then what happened was about the worst.
A highway was built to by-pass the town.
Then only a few travelers did come around.
The lack of customers made him get mean.
“Lazy Norman doesn’t keep the rooms clean.”
Mother backed up his talk so tough
Until I finally had heard quite enough.
I decided what it was I had to do
Quickly, quietly I did kill those two.
But afterward, I felt much like a louse
And pretended she was still in the house.
I found that it made me feel better,
When I imitate her voice to the letter.
When a pretty girl took a room for the night,
I found that put me in a state of pure delight.
If she gave any encouragement to me,
The face of my mother I began to see.
“Norman! That girl is just a whore.
Why did you let her come in the door?”
My mother’s words I just had to obey.
To remain alive I couldn’t let her stay.
Nobody will know she was ever here
I dump her into the swamp so near.
I did that very way, time after time
Till it didn’t seem much like a crime.
The day finally came. Luck ran out.
The sheriff took me in with a shout.
“Norman, I’ve learned about your sin.
Now be prepared, prison time to begin.”
The psychiatrist found out it wasn’t me.
But that Mother did the murders you see.
While I was dressed in a wig and dress,
To those horrors my mother did confess.
Categories:
tells, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
What would you call the young hatchling, for fun,
Of a buzzard crossed with a flamingo?
The answer is moot ’cause it couldn’t be done,
So the joke is on you: Buzzingo!
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(For the Buzzards and Flamingos contest sponsored by Anthony Slausin.)
Explanation, for those who might need it:
Sheldon Cooper is the nerdy character on the TV sitcom "The Big Bang Theory" who popularized using the word "Bazinga!" to signify you've played a joke on someone. So, yeah, this poem is pretty much only for people who enjoy a pun-induced groan. :-)
Categories:
tells, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Light Verse
Lord, tells you on your wedding day......
I will make the sun shine bright on your wedding day
and I will make your night as a beautiful and peaceful one
I will make the heaven to throw his blessings to you
and I will show you how much I love you my son
Today is your wedding day and it's the most beautiful day for you
A man and a woman promise each other in front of me to live together forever
and an oath of life between both of you cannot be broken till the end
Trust each other and make your journey to the greatest love
Have a faith on me then I will protect you in many ways
and I will make your life worth to live the way you want to do so
Show your availability by coming to this church for prayers
and I will show you my ability through my precepts my son
Always, have a kind word for those who needs help
Always, give your heart for those who loves me
Always, make others to understand my strength and power
Always, have a hearty appetite to follow my steps my son
Today is your wedding day and it’s the most happiest day for you
Let the rest of your life be the best of life with my blessings
Walk with me my son I will clear all those rough path ways
and I will make you to reach a life without falling into any sins
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
All rights are reserved @ 2016 Ravi Sathasivam
Categories:
tells, wedding,
Form:
Light Verse