Best Thin Out Poems
There’s a wish to wander in your cool innocence
and cruise the thoughttides of no
responsibility—so easily you wipe your
shoeless feet on the ever waiting door
mat of socialization. How can I help you keep your
tender "souls" intact—your tread from
wearing thin out of align so as not to
fall flat. Your easy grace put to an
unfair test of ill-will winds blowing
carelessly at your soft back. I long for your sweet
calm at rest so deep so empty filled with
solid happiness—you know you are loved
beyond any measure that’s human or infinite. If
I could walk with you for a moment and peek
quietly at your conscience-----but no-it's yours
and no Dooleys allowed. Forgive me to
want to intrude on your ever pleasant play-would you
share with me like the kernel of rice or
squashed raisin-I might, but only if we all
can go. Keep it hold it for as long as you
can-as it suddenly disappears without a trace
never to be found again lest you become your
own sondaughter and learn to bask on
the outside looking in—---and be content. I
will live to never intrude on your soulspace,
but will always knock first. I am sorry ahead
of time for any pain I cause—for my mat
was torn treaded , muddy and ragged—my
sleep had no wanting witness. But I promise
to watch over you all ways.
Dave Collins. Song, Poem for a sleeping child, music to write by, Kevin Ubanks. Best read if listening to the suggested music. Spring 1991.
Categories:
thin out, child, devotion, father, love,
Form:
Ode
Get right with the creator...
Teach your kids how to fish.
Give EVERYBODY a second chance or even a third
(that's if they're not to vicious).
After that you're wasting your-breath- my dirty dime.
Do hire more GOOD police they're quite necessary
To keep the hell hounds off the streets.
Thin out the Neapolitan herd of
STRAWBERRY KNEED race baiting politicians.
BLACK HEARTED MEDIA HEADS.
Billowing out the pale sludge of lie and half-truths.
Thin out the GREEN- EYED OLIGHARCS.
Greasing the souls and crotches of politicians.
Do promote peace within your family.
Don't paint people in your backwash of hate...
The community will bud-cities will bloom...again.
Tend to your teeth -a smile will naturally follow.
A smile can make all the difference.
....and did I mention, get right with God.
We'll all be better off...somewhat.
Categories:
thin out, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
Theirs someones lips i wish to kiss,
their breath i wish to mingle with,
their face i remember as if in a memory,
though not a memory of mine,
their scent it lingers in my nose,
appearing thin out of air,
their face i can almost see,
and feel my tounge pressed behind their teeth,
my eyes slide shut as im engulfed,
the sky is dark twilight ithout the stars lighting up,
the sun is dieing embers setting on the mountain ridge,
and who is this that i kiss,
within my memories,
except that in this life,
these memories cant belong to me
Categories:
thin out,
Form:
Who is she who has stained my heart?
Who is this woman of glory, valor, and virtue?
She, like a melodious instrument, plays songs of wonderment that my soul enjoys.
She with joyous harmony completes my every measure of symphony.
Who is her who has spoken my name in a language I have never heard?
Who is her who embodies my justice, my peace, my abnormalities? Like a calculable equation she is the invisible function to my relationship with God.
Like a grand sword her edges are sharp yet still in my hands. Like an eternal flame we ascend, smoking out our impurities and causing them to thin out in the air.
Who is she? Who is her? Who are we?
We, incompatible compatibility complete each other's cycles, words, phrases, and dramatic soliloquies.
Lovely lullabies kissing the tongues of our inner ears - like a choir we now sing jubilantly in desperation of finding each other.
Who am I?
I am not her. She is not me.
Total belonging is key and everything we desire to be, we are.
All that we desire to do, we become.
And we, the stuff of each other's greatest dreams are outcast from the world's Sorrows and become something else.
Yet, we still are very far apart, singing songs on different oceans - staring out into deep blue aquatic territories, exchanging love languages from separate rivers. Deep we go into the 6th and 7th Heavens inspiring Angels...
Higher we climb into dimensions unspeakable, toning out the sights and sounds of Forces greater than we. So high up the altitude seems to be where we began.
Our spiritual coordinates dissect abomination, destruction, and peril. The map of my She-wonder floats majestically in the wind. I too float.
"Where am I?" She plainly asks.
"In me," I reply, "in my prayers."
Categories:
thin out, cute love, fantasy, for
Form:
Free verse
It comes as something of surprise.
We need the broken figurines.
the malice we expressed,
the heart forever bound in cords
constricting its magnificence.
It seems
the pure, transcendant, holy orb
that shines above the saints
cannot be dealt with quite so well
as grief and pain of loss,
as ashes on our foreheads,
or the sacrament of penitence.
Chagirned though I may be
to prize the fragments packed away
in tissued boxes, just
to call upon until the years thin out
and memories themselves are jewels
I am beguiled by them,
and sifted through the fingers of my mind
these worthless shards
encased in dusty time
at last surcease their cries
for they are mine alone,
and in this pageant of the years, I find
that I need play no more
the cumbrous role of God.
~
Categories:
thin out, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Plague of lies,
froggy croaks untrue
Swarm of flies
surround Capitol dungHills
Infectious hope buzz kill:
Leftover piles of shill legislative bills
that don’t do do right
There should be no nose mystery,
stink of deceit fills the land
Brown lip locust wings
avarice ride
on a grifter breeze
Devouring all of the green
Dissimulation policies of greed
be blowing
turd raspberries
in the wind
This puff pestilence is putrid exhalation X brand
There should be no Pinocchio mystery,
rotten Would of falsehood
burns lung pollute-y
Foul breath forestry smokescreen fills the land
Cursed sour ground sound
is coming in waves
Flood of maggot noise abound
Blanket of little white **** snow job
is toilet tissue swirling around
Coming down royal flush
depressingly hard
Pain threshold too low to withstand
There should nascent be ... nay, no nasal mystery —
Veracity murrain miry
is the excrement sand which fills the land
Hazardous Waste tax material
has been poll sewage,
cesspool sinking below
the average Joe Citizen cranial
Yes Land filled with lies,
do do have a most wretched smell
But[t] toadies ain’t pocket sorry enough
about how honesty died
Croc ballot tears, every four years, don’t vote eulogize
Yes minions
got such lice, dysentery lips
Their squirmy truth
is always diarrhea leaping DeLorean
Back to the feces Future
To a broken promise Land filled
with dumpster dregs
of nothing
but[t] frog skeletons
Amphibian vow voices croaking
those empty chest organs
Howl flickering full be their guts rotting!
Lying shamelessly on hallow divided ground,
naked telly truth
went into tooth decay hiding
Bellyaching dirt went spit turd belly up
As dem/‘publican Kermits would
Jiminy cricket say: “Dey(light) don’t need no
dark stinking proof”
Those midnight jumpers
love spit mooning tongue sticky shade
un’er a halitosis roof
In a land filled with rank vapors insincere,
ain’t no pig manure methane doubt,
you’ll be pathologically told:
Smoggy talk got put on hold,
while the contagious shouts thin out ...
Rows of zeroes didn’t magically disappear
Categories:
thin out, metaphor, perspective, political, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Antiques gathering dust on hidden shelves.
Bits and baubles from kinder times.
Can you hear their stories amidst the silence?
Do you care to learn from the past?
Each day the dust gets thicker as the memories thin out.
Categories:
thin out, age, appreciation, fear, future,
Form:
ABC
Too many frustrations and way too stressed out.
Need to get out and let go.
House is held down.
Things are taken care of.
My girls are ready to roll.
Got a new outfit, I look good, I smell good and soon I'll be feeling good.
Standing in line, anticipation of what's inside fluttering in my stomach.
Just want to have a good time.
Just want to dance.
Just want to leave the strife of home at home and forget my problems...
If only for a few hours.
Standing at the bar, lining up my shots wanting the buzz to set in quick.
Music is pumping.
I have to get on the floor and dance.
Yelling whispers to my girls.
Laughing till it hurts, makes me ignore deeper pains hiding out.
Having the best time yet.
Ignoring what's going on around us, just a girl's night out.
Checking my hair and makeup in the mirrors that line the walls.
For what, not sure.
Not really feeling confident, its just a well trained routine infused into my being.
Pavlov would be proud.
Feeling the buzz on so many levels, the music, the lights, the shots.
Feeling the heat of the dance floor radiating from others out for the night.
Me and my girls enjoying the night.
Not looking for anything or anyone.
It's a night out...an escape for me from having to look at the same four walls.
The dance floor is beginning to thin out, good time winding down.
Glancing around to see whose left.
And then I spot him at the edge of the floor...just watching.
Not sure if it's me he's watching, but I sure don't mind watching him.
And then it happens.
An invite outside for a smoke for my girl from his boy.
Not sure if I should flirt, play it cool, but the look of him looking at me, pulls at me.
I draws me in and grabs me.
Oh what a night...one I feel I won't forget.
Categories:
thin out, friendship, life, mystery, dance,
Form:
Blank verse
This latest theft, stole more than just my money,
It took my soul and left nothing to spare.
With little remains to even fight back with now,
My defeat is final; the white flag is in the air.
Any strength once known has been exhausted;
Chains of despair are left hanging to drag aside.
My new companion is known only as poverty,
Rarely sharing much to diminish the pride.
Looking inward, I seek to learn any lessons,
That could prevent this from happening again.
Although my next thought dwells on any value,
Since my recovery is so unlikely to even begin.
Could this be a lasting piece to the puzzle,
Where survival rests upon those who steal and take?
As if this culling would thin out those weakened,
Leaving those strong enough who want to stay awake.
This may be the greatest hardship that's unseen,
When those can steal what they don't even see in the heist.
So while this theft isn't pawned or even brokered,
The damage is often beyond what is normally priced.
Categories:
thin out, abuse, corruption, internet,
Form:
Narrative
My hair was thick for a moment
My heart was thick for a week
My love is thick when you want it
Though afterwards, I can't speak
If you won't come by the bedside,
You can still come to the back door
There's all kinds of fish in a red tide
And a hopeless few still down the shore
Everybody's dealing with sickness
Nobody knows any cure
The worst kind of debt is thickness
Against that, no one's insured
The red meat is thick in the middle
The dark meat is thick like the past
They're now thickening individuals
I guess so they're fit to be gassed
If you find that you're in the thick of it,
Maybe you'll be amazed
The plague don't care if you're sick of it
And God lets you know when He prays
Thick as thieves —
Thin out the herd —
Isn’t it funny
How the line between thick and thin
Is often blurred
You know I’ll be yours through thick and thin
I won’t fly out the door when the money rolls in
I’ll be the singer you always wanted
I’ll be the glamor you never flaunted
Categories:
thin out, america, bible, heart, literature,
Form:
Lyric
She was curious to why he was the way he is.He was so closed about everything couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth when he stated that he was “ok”.Begging him to explain his daily thoughts only drove him farther away.She no longer had grip of his hands letting go was what he was good at.Night after night she repeated the same question to herself “Am I not good enough for him?” and couldn’t seem to find a answer.His love for her seemed to thin out as they grew apart each day.She screamed in such pain “I hate you, I love you, I’ll never be good enough for you!”.Pain was filling her mind slowly spreading throughout her heart.Love seemed to not exist to him.
Categories:
thin out, absence, boyfriend, confusion,
Form:
Let’s thin out the herd. Let’s thin out the herd.
Tear off those masks, those gloves, be absurd!
Dance in the streets; share cottage cheese curd.
Bring home a vulture, a myna, a good dodo bird.
Let’s all give a shout, a wheeze and a cough.
Perhaps this pandemic is nothing but scoff.
Maybe it’s all a hoax, a holiday for so many.
Amazon toilet paper delivery; do you want any?
Some are of a mindset we’re all going any way.
The time is inevitable, it’s just a matter of day.
Let’s thin the herd; let’s thin the herd.
Let’s open the beaches; let’s all be absurd.
If eighty percent of us are getting it any way.
Why shelter in place? Why have such a bad day?
Why not see our people? Why not go to school?
Why not have our parties, our funerals, you ghoul?
Let’s dance in the streets, watch fly overs too.
Let’s do the watusi, and meet with friends, quite a few.
I’m tired of being a shut-in, these masks are absurd.
Let’s thin the herd! I say, let’s thin the herd!
Categories:
thin out, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Tomorrow
thorny bushes
ripped t. shirt
dripping blood
stopped, which way to go
forward, the bushes
must thin out
upfront
and reveal a landscape
of bliss.
Retreat
back to the beginning
that is painful too.
It is good to know
when losing-
there is tomorrow
Categories:
thin out, blessing, computer, daffodils,
Form:
Blank verse
The mind has peaks
no Sherpa knows
sudden drops
where thoughts
thin out
like oxygen
at twenty thousand feet.
Avalanche thoughts
bury certainty.
Your grip tears skin
on ice-sharp edges
of almost-understanding.
Below are the
crevasses deep
as yesterday's regrets,
echoing
familiar voices
lost in white.
Wind cuts through
the space between
base camp comfort
and what
waits above
the death zone.
Frostbite burns
circle your fingertips
the attempt
to hold
what altitude
has already
stolen.
Only the fallen
know the weight of thin air.
Only the hanging
over glacier cracks
know the value
of solid ground.
This terrible geography
some must
navigate alone.
Categories:
thin out, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
Panning in frigid water, for a nugget called freedom.
The seed of the dream sprouts in the mind
deserts are brimming with icy coyote eyes
the mountains though lovely, grow higher
barely alive, the hopeful are battered
dust devil dreamers - roses tossed into the fire.
The worthwhile journey never has an ending
Tough miles gather like sparrows on broken fences
Cartels and sex barons thin out the flanks
Hope waning-wailing-chalk hearts in the rain
For the worthy, lady liberty patiently awaits.
Those with clean nails and fine fancy homes
shove barbed wire agendas down blue collar throats
Buzzards hover above-dreaming only of dead meat
Anarchist and pretend patriots bloody the streets.
Front page nuggets whittled down to fine print
Only rattlers and God know where dead dreamers lie
The masses become immune to imminent death
Dust devil dreamers - roses tossed into the fire.
Categories:
thin out, allusion, america,
Form:
Free verse