Best Think Up Poems
On the Way to Memphis
On the way to Memphis, Graceland-bound are we.
I know a way to pass away the time.
Since there is a challenge to write with somebody,
Will you help me come up with a rhyme?
A what?? I’d rather just tour Presley’s home.
I’m hearing rules asking me to find
iambic meter just to write a poem?
Pentameter rhyming? I just feel blind.
You’re doing well, but we’ve been BOTH off beat!
Why must this weather have to be adverse?
To think up lines in rain is no small feat
while you are driving! Think up one more verse!
That made me laugh! My brain I have to use.
You back-seat writer, what now must I do?
Your suggestions make words so hard to choose.
The beat’s not right now? What will you do? Sue?
Now THERE’S a funny line. You’re getting good!
You’ve got the humor and you sure can drive!
Who cares about it? We’ve got sisterhood;
So when to Elvis-land will we arrive?
July 5, 2017
For Jan Alison's PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR WRITING PARTNER FOR MY COLLABORATION CONTEST - Poetry Contest
Categories:
think up, sister, vacation, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
I've got this awesome idea
To write the greatest of poems
It'll start out nice and easy
Then with a BANG make some noise
It will be widely read
In every coffeehouse in town
Soon to catch on like a wildfire
Then #1 with a bullet nation bound
Writing so amazing
It'll astound everyone
Why it might even get hired killers
To turn in their guns
It'll make the strong want to weep
And the weak to stand strong
There will be waves of applause
This poem will have it all going on
They'll beg me to let them use it
In a Presidential speech
Afterwards they'll fly it straight to the conflict
Where it'll bring peace to the Middle East
Finally coming to rest at the Smithsonian
Taking up it's rightful place
They may have to move that old Shuttle
To give my poem plenty of space
But before any of this can happen
Before it rings true, buckaroo
I suppose I should think up something special
And jot down a line, maybe two...
Categories:
think up, funny, humor,
Form:
Free verse
It fills my soul with such delight
to think up verses that inspire.
Words overflow, and I can’t stop,
for writing is my heart’s desire.
For those who thirst for poetry,
I hope to satisfy their need -
to warm their hearts and give them hope.
May cherished be my poems that other people read.
And for my peers in poets’ realm,
let’s reach all those like you and me
whose souls are hungry to receive
the beauty of sweet poetry.
Written November 27, 2022
Submitted Dec. 30, 2022
for the ' BRIAN STRAND no 1165' Poetry Contes
Categories:
think up, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Now you know all of us
were endowed by our Creator
with different various gifts,
some of us can write, some of
us can draw, some of us just sit,
but there's a special brand out
there that are very good at chit-chat,
they're partly vegetarian but mostly carnivorous,
as you try hard not to roll your eyes and scoff,
they stand there and like a hungry cannibal
slowly chew both your ears off,
cornering you as if your their prey
like its chit-chatting hunting season,
you look at them and try to leave
while you think up a good reason,
these people I'm talking about
were endowed with the special gift of gab,
while their one person conversation
turns from pretty interesting to boring and drab,
all the while thinking of your small bladder size,
you try as hard as you can to get
a word in sideways and edgewise,
you look at them and wish a
cat would claim their tongue,
all the while thinking they have
an awful lot of hot air in their lungs,
and when I finally escape and make
a bee line for the restroom,
the gift of gab person is once again on the hunt,
while innocent victims notice and like
Forrest Gump scatter and start to run.
Categories:
think up, humor, people,
Form:
Light Verse
NIGHTTIME DREAMER
I closed my eyes to catch the wind,
Murmur its way through the green of the field
Hoping somehow in it I'd hear,
You sigh sweetly as you oft do
For your heart on a sleeve you always wore
Even when life taught you to know better.
I hoped to catch you softly whisper
The wind, your harbinger in this silent night
Spreading your tales to the drowsy larks,
Who'll sing them to me at the crack of dawn
Of how another held your golden heart,
And was shallow enough to let it break
How gold thus break?, I wonder,
How a heart like yours can be led astray
For sitting by my window this eerie night,
I think up a thousand feverish words I'd say
To melt a golden treasure, thine heart,
But still I know words don't measure up
So I'll love you through the quiet night,
Daydreaming through the dead of night
As the wind sings to me your flawless name,
The leaves quivering with its every touch
For in this world I can love you free
And be the guardian of your golden heart.
Categories:
think up, desire, dream, emotions, feelings,
Form:
True Love starts with an open heart,
and then becomes a wish to never part...
True love starts with an open mind,
and grows with every action kind...
True love starts with a gentle touch,
and blossoms with each kiss and such...
True love takes over all our dreams,
and makes us think up wondrous schemes...
True love powers us through troubled times
and grants forgiveness for thoughtless crimes...
And True love can truly conquer all for those,
who know that inner beauty beats a red, red rose...
©Rhumour
October 9th 2011
Categories:
think up, heart, love, romantic, true
Form:
Couplet
There is a small group of poets I come across sometimes
who write in a very lucid and vividly concrete style which totally enchants
me because, unlike myself, they seem to do it effortlessly. They also
use images that are so unique, I can barely manage to think up
such unusual figurative language. For that reason, I made up the word "Imaginist."
One such poet who wrote in this style was Sondra Ball (recently deceased)
who published the successful ezine, Autumn Leaves. Although this poem of mine
could refer to other poets I admire here at Soup as well, I dedicate it to her.
It's not an easy thing for me-
that which you do with mind and
matter ( paper; ink).
How the world so differently you see.
You startle senses with your
imagery.
Oh, were it so I too could seize
a moment;
throw it back to you
new (and incredibly concrete).
I think that would be indeed sweet.
God gifted you this thing–
this creativity,
and yes, you use it well,
in fact, beautifully.
Though what you do
day in and day out
may only come to me
infrequently,
I will plod along,
my words
to tout (or to flout)
what life is all about.
For you . . .
who fails to hesitate,
Time hasn't long to wait.
Pen in hand, do continue
to, most fruitful one,
proliferate.
For Amy Green's Contest: Wow Me With Inspiration
And now for PD's the free verse (old/new)Poetry Contest
Categories:
think up, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
Community starts here
Under this tree of sprawling branches
With thighs pressed against sinuous gnarled roots,
Our heads nodding and shaking with whurring yellow leaves
Adorning our heads and fluttering off into the river beside us,
Only to stick to the dipping twigs of the tree in such cool August air,
Such a smoky light, community will start right here.
Community starts here
In this small over-crowded coffee shop,
with faces in late morning glow, as old friends reunite to
the clang of dishes and the sliding of porcelain
On faux-mahogany, elbow-elbow expressions brighten
from the whiteness of day: "I got a copy of my documentary on DVD
In my car that I can give you, if you like?"
"Oh really, well, okay..." This is the post-Sunday Mass air
Where light and love swirl as opportunity and re-emergence
And everything feels as natural as a breeze, with the fluttering of
Newsletters, roommates wanted ads, yoga lessons, and announcement
That a new spoken Word artist is arriving in town who's blind but has a dog and took the
bus from Ohio and reads his words like honey for angels,
This is where community starts.
Community starts here
On the playground of a hundred tumbling children
Screaming, tugging, jumping, laughing, crying, and dreaming.
Slow this time down and imagine them all 30-years-old with suits
And private thoughts and caged feelings and fully-fleshed with the
Citizen's kinetic energy to do right and wrong, good and bad,
Picture them as you, then picture how you're reflected in their eyes like
Revolving suns with times for dinner, and now flash back to the monkey bars,
Back to the open-souled shining young stars, here on their battleground,
in this galaxy of fun and terror our community finds it seedlings.
From the cafe to the riverbank,
From the playground to the People's Court of Whatever You Can Think Up,
Community starts everywhere,
Everywhere,
But my bathroom.
Categories:
think up, socialtree, community, tree, spoken
Form:
Free verse
On the Way to Memphis
On the way to Memphis, Graceland-bound are we.
I know a way to pass away the time.
Since there is a challenge to write with somebody,
Will you help me come up with a rhyme?
A what?? I’d rather just tour Presley’s home.
I’m hearing rules asking me to find
iambic meter just to write a poem?
Pentameter rhyming? I just feel blind.
You’re doing well, but we’ve been BOTH off beat!
Why must this weather have to be adverse?
To think up lines in rain is no small feat
while you are driving! Think up one more verse!
That made me laugh! My brain I have to use.
You back-seat writer, what now must I do?
Your suggestions make words so hard to choose.
The beat’s not right now? What will you do? Sue?
Now THERE’S a funny line. You’re getting good!
You’ve got the humor and you sure can drive!
Who cares about it? We’ve got sisterhood;
So when to Elvis-land will we arrive?
July 5, 2017
For Jan Alison's PLEASE CHOOSE YOUR WRITING PARTNER FOR MY COLLABORATION CONTEST - Poetry Contest
Categories:
think up, sister, vacation, writing,
Form:
Quatrain
I can’t help but wonder, about the blunder, of building a one room log cabin,
Where man and wife, lived a private life, ‘til kids became real, not imagined
With no partitions, or new additions, you’d think their sex life would run ashore.
But they both knew, how to make it through, by inventing a thing called the chore.
As each kid did sprout, pa had to go out, and think up a new job for the tot.
He soon realized, that for his farm’s size, there were more tots then jobs to be got.
And the matriarch, made the remark, that inside we plum ran out of space.
So they tried to rid, their house of kids, as fast as were made in the first place.
At last the last lad, made a nice lass glad, got married and had a grand party,
But pa had ma’s hind, right on his mind; they arrived at the party, tardy.
Well all went ok, until the sad day, when the old man’s life ran out of time.
And then poor ma, lost her chutzpah, plus the cabin exceeded its prime.
So ma did call, her last son Paul, asked if he knew what she should do then,
He said oh dear, I just moved here, and that we don’t even have a den.
But son relents, and acts the gent, there is space in one nook of our room.
If you feed cows, and all the sows, cause heck ma, I’ve got a new bride groom.
Written 1/22/13
Categories:
think up, family, humorous, life, marriage,
Form:
Couplet
I wish I could write like Dr. Seuss
And tell you a tale about a moose.
One who had steadfastly held on to convictions,
And about the environment made dire predictions.
Or perhaps my moose would fly in the air,
To save the birds who flew with him there.
Because he is a friend on which you can count,
To forgive a debt the entire amount.
To give you a lift when your spirits are low,
Without a moose friend you might not ever know.
That moose antlers make good rakes for leaves,
And he can talk when he’s down on his knees.
But don’t serve him eggs with a side of bacon,
Their color chartreuse because that story is taken.
And keep him away from the Taloola trees,
As the dust from their flowers will make him sneeze.
And one good sneeze could set you back,
And put you in the path of a south going Zak.
Then all you could do is tip your hat,
But there on your head another one sat.
I wish I could think the thinks that Dr. Seuss thought,
Think up the rhymes and the words that he taught.
Then all of the world would love my moose,
Like I love the world of Dr. Seuss.
Categories:
think up, funny, world, friend, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Natural numbers, big or small
Include no zero among them all
Including numbers 123
Excluding fractions, as you can see
Whole numbers are one step up
Add a zero, and add them up
To get a simple 0 1 2
There is almost nothing new
Integers now are number three
As negative as numbers can be
Like -1 , or -93
But spanning to infinity
Rational covers all before
Add decimals and you’re near the door
With fractions now, you’re almost done
8.3, 9 over 1
Real numbers are the final step
With any number you could think up
Excluding that which don’t exist
Now go away, I need my rest
Categories:
think up, age,
Form:
“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”
? Dr. Seuss
I think up and I think down
many times I think around
thinking in and thinking out
thinking what I thought about
thinking fast, then thinking slow
thinking only what God knows
thinking once or thinking twice
thinking what is bad or nice
But,I think BIG and never small
and sometimes think
I don't think at all
For the contest
by Jerry T Curtis (AKA DR. Moose)
August 7, 2015
Categories:
think up, nonsense, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Listen here Jack I have to admit
When given a challenge I never quit
I'll think up some stuff
It won't be real tough
I'm quick with the draw and with the wit
Categories:
think up, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Building fantastic feats of engineering
Constructing classic beats
For the inner hearing
I'm a pioneer of futuristic steering
Always greeted by superhero cheering
Or at least that's what
I like to think up in my head
Am I writing in my dreams again
Or sending messages from the dead?
Categories:
think up, art, word play,
Form:
Rhyme