Best Throw Down Poems
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
hoping my thoughts will fall like rain.
Thunder and lightning mix the brew
stirring the words soon to break thru.
Pressure builds up, clouds turn dark gray
swirling and twirling, find their way,
freeing the weight of thoughts that flow
down from the clouds to grow below.
Falling to weave creative streams
nourishing thoughts into word dreams,
forming soon a landscape divine...
rainbow of poems that are mine.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: What Was I Thinking?
Sponsor: Daniel Turner
Rules: Choose one line from sponsor's poem below
and write a poem. I chose his first line.
Judged: 12/19/2016
Between The Lines, by Daniel Turner
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes
Cherry red glow, watch with no chain
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames
Anchors on strings, hanging from sails
Bells that don't ring, throw down the pail
Falling through cracks, greased by the sale
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
Broken blue dishes stuck to the king
Photos with glitches on invisible wings
Temptation itches on all living things
Yield? Not to you, I certainly won't.
I'll parry on hot coals, I'll lunge to your affront.
Succumb? I'll not breathe your air of lies,
Since no honeyed sweetness makes me compromise.
Supplicate? Then throw down your armor at will.
Once freed from this battle, you will be my love still.
Collaboration, Constance La France First Sonnet, and, second Sonnet Sotto Poet
Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your hair;
my sweet aura is one of great mystique,
the fragrance of flowers drift in the air.
Dreamer, you called upon Cupid for love,
to bring desire, passion and bliss divine;
but I am of dreams and from high above,
oh dreamer, lets stargaze laying supine.
The gold moon shining on us is fleeting,
for already the birds stir in the trees;
soon dreamer, the dawn- we will be greeting,
my love, I must leave you on the morn's breeze.
And you will awake dreamer- with charm;
soon, a lady will be holding your arm.
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Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay in bed gazing at stars above,
Cupid, spread your wings and bring my darling.
Oh Cupid, rejoice with a flourish blow,
our love grows more intense and more divine;
sexy seductress Venus you should know,
you are sublime- like a fresh spring design.
Oh Cupid, find your petals to throw down,
from candles lit- a whiff wafts in the breeze;
and skies open . . . flowers make a love crown,
for seeing my Venus fills me with ease.
Shall we share this sweet enduring impact;
for to your love- I will always react
Written: October 15, 2022
Nebulous streams, clouding my brain
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes
Cherry red glow, watch with no chain
Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames
Anchors on strings, hanging from sails
Bells that don't ring, throw down the pail
Falling through cracks, greased by the sale
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Waterfall wishes on stars with no swings
Broken blue dishes stuck to the king
Photos with glitches on invisible wings
Temptation itches on all living things
December 11 2016
in your head contest
Iight, this is a responce to two other raps. First it was my friend. Then his friend and then me.
Funny how momma and daddy gave you every line you ever spit,
get a real job stop pretending you a real spic,
Wanna F*** with a master you gonna get eliminat-ed.
This nig knows how to throw down
Real Queen ill put you in the ground
think you can spit but your just a clown.
Swear you gonna school 'em
B**c/ you know im gonna rule em.
Show you how to do it right put down your 3 inch
aint got nothin on my knife.
Baby Queen see my name in lights
im tha cold in tha night
F*** with my King and you'll end up on ice ~
I am looking right at you and you don’t even know it.
I will deter your intent and throw you off a steep cliff.
But in the air will be my snuff and gruff you can sniff.
Eventually I will have some sort of mercy of just a bit.
Surely we are above empowering manners of tat for tit.
Maybe I’ll light a scented candle and blow you my whiff.
Or maybe I will strand you grounding your bones to stiff.
Opposed or decomposed and still composed I won’t quit.
Upside down,
Inside or out,
I’ll throw down.
I am the clout.
Don’t mistake my identity,
Either or, it’s your eternity.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
Of course, I don’t mean guns
I mean your arms, of course
Lift them up to the Lord and Rejoice!
Praise Him with all your heart
Allow His Holy Spirit to engulf your whole being
With His mighty firearms
Let Him burn away your sins and pierce your soul
Let Him in, Let Him in
Hear ye, hear yeah
Hear His almighty call
And behold His mighty sword
Slice away any cancerous shenanigans
Immerse yourself in His love
Let Him be your guiding Light
Through these dark, seemingly darkest of times
Don’t ever let anyone stomp out your faith
Especially me, especially me
It be never my intent to ever to do so
Quite the opposite in facto
Sure, I have my moments of doubt and pain
He knows my every short coming
Sure, sometimes I even faulter
But rest assure, I read His Word
As my daily bread for sustenance
Only He is truly fulfilling
He may be the only one who cares
So, I bare my soul, to thee
I share with you how I really feel
Here’s the deal . . .
I long for a Democracy of Heaven
We rebel against kings in this country
But that’s really not His Way, is it?
He’s the King of kings! The Lord of lords!
So, I humble myself to His will, and not my own
Though sometimes I know not what I write
But this I do know, and it just feels right
“Jesus for President!” and I’ll be His running mate
He’s the President of presidents!
He certainly has my vote!
I throw down my rug, I throw in the towel
And kneel before His Grace
I pray to the Prince of Peace
Let this day be the day
That I see His face
That He grace this place, this time
With His mighty Bomb of bombs
His mighty Arms of arms
And hug the child within us all
And keep us all from harm
So, tallyho!
I lift my arms up in surrender
He really blows my mind sometimes
‘specially when I put my trust in Him.
The End.
Giving's being charitable;
Giving openhanded;
Generous and benevolent;
Just and generous;
Bountiful, mean;
Giving's
That's just;
What bout' us
That what is gleaned;
Giving moment in times;
Whining up clocks on walls of turpentine;
Giving's all that you have, having all that you give;
Giving's coats and a rag, what a life to live;
So you hold your feet up, drinking from the cup, you sup. . .
Giving you throw down hands down;
Giving's Cadillac mousses shavings off;
Honda Civic dreams you know what I mean;
And I want to give my life;
Life worth living, giving to my, give up my life to Jesus Christ;
Giving's nails upon the walls;
Virtual reality duck calls;
Giving now I eat my ice cream and cake;
With a full tooth garden rake;
WRITTEN BY JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
02/24/14
All of this for mankind's sake
GIVING
Take off your woolen scarf and coat.
Your hood conceals your pretty hair!
Now chance for snow grows more remote!
Breathe easy. Spring is in the air.
The flu; the cold; let them be gone!
Let flowers decorate your lawn.
Pick some for me, their scent to share.
Breathe easy. Spring is in the air.
For those who’ve slipped on ice or snow,
or - stuck on icy roads - moved slow,
the goddess Eostre heard your prayer!
Breathe easy; spring is in the air.
Throw down your shovel. Say goodbye
to snow ploughs too, for from the sky
comes rain, but mostly skies are fair!
Breathe easy! Spring is in the air.
March 2, 2018
Did she say time numbers or prime numbers?
I was sure it was not rhyme numbers.
She is staring at me. Miss Johnson, math teacher.
Takes daydreaming in class as a personal affront.
Her eyes narrow. I yawn. Bad move.
Could you demonstrate this on the board, Caren?
Out of all the students in all the math penitenturies in all the galaxies….
Miss Johnson moves her head toward the blackboard.
When I get there I pick up a piece of smeary chalk.
Where to begin?
“Make two columns,” she says primly.
I understand now why no man has been desperate enough to marry her.
“One for prime and one for composite.”
A clue. Maybe prime is odd and composite is even?
I make the columns.
The second I throw down the one and the two hands are up.
Every classmate wants a turn to redo my work.
The math brains are dying to show Miss Johnson they were listening.
I remember thinking “When am I ever going to need this?”
That was fifty-seven years ago, and frankly, I never have needed it for any reason.
Prime, crime, rhyme, dime, lime, mime, lime.
Who cares?
P.S. Miss Johnson never did get married.
On a horse at the crossroads a pistol in his hand
Dressed in dark clothing he looked fine and grand
Waiting in the moonlight for the York coach to appear
With cool nerves of steel; he showed no fear.
A gentleman by day and a Highwayman by night
Only carried out his crimes when the moon shone bright
Nicknamed Captain Luna; there was a price on his head
If you didn’t part with your valuables you’d end up dead
He heard it in the distance; the approaching coach
A lady friend had requested a necklace or a brooch
He'd heard some well to do had attended a ball
They'd be dripping with jewellery; he wanted it all.
He moved onto the road as the coach drew near
His face covered with a black mask to instill fear
He ordered the two coachmen “slow down to a stop
And throw down those bags you have on the top”.
He then shouted to the passengers" alight if you please
And line up if you will, over yonder by them tree’s”
Three ladies and a gentleman dressed in clothes so fine
Adorned with jewellery that twinkled, in the moonshine.
He said “you and your fine jewellery must forever part
Please fill up my leather bag and I'll let you depart”
The ladies were crying thinking that they'd all die
They thought anything Captain Luna said would be a lie.
He went through the bags and pulled out a silk dress
And thought to himself this will fit my lady friend Tess
He picked up his leather bag and into the night rode away
Leaving his victims quite shaken and in total disarray.
Written 15th day of April 2020.
Sotto Poet, first Sonnet and Constance La France, second Sonnet
Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay in bed gazing at stars above,
Cupid, spread your wings and bring my darling.
Oh Cupid, rejoice with a flourish blow,
our love grows more intense and more divine;
sexy seductress Venus you should know,
you are sublime- like a fresh spring design.
Oh Cupid, find your petals to throw down,
from candles lit- a whiff wafts in the breeze;
and skies open . . . flowers make a love crown,
for seeing my Venus fills me with ease.
Shall we share this sweet enduring impact;
for to your love- I will always react.
Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your hair;
my sweet aura is one of great mystique,
the fragrance of flowers drift in the air.
Dreamer, you called upon Cupid for love,
to bring desire, passion and bliss divine;
but I am of dreams and from high above,
oh dreamer, lets stargaze laying supine.
The gold moon shining on us is fleeting,
for already the birds stir in the trees;
soon dreamer, the dawn- we will be greeting,
my love, I must leave you on the morn's breeze.
And you will awake dreamer- with charm;
soon, a lady will be holding your arm.
____________________
October 15, 2022
Poetry/Sonnet/Venus Dreamer
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1494-576-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Collaboration
Sotto Poet and Constance La France
Can I ask you dear Lord, only if you have the time?
Our world leaders need some help, they are in quite a bind
Could you throw down a blessing in hopes they will see?
Please help them look in their hearts and guide the powers that be
In sixty-one days, election time will be here
Could you help guide our voters with a message that’s clear?
Can you comfort the dying from age and disease?
I give you my life, to do with what you please
I also pray for the poet, may your holy spirit fill their soul
Give them beautiful lines so they can help to console
Provide strength for the weak in their hour of need
Thank you for your love and your life-giving seed
I have just one more, if it’s not too much to ask
Could you help Robert Lindley, if you’re up for the task?
He has a weak heart and his wife is quite ill
Maybe you could heal them both, they have a child at home still
September 3, 2020
I want to feel love and respect
With someone special the need to connect..
I want to feel that I alone matter
That I come first and never be the latter.
I want to be someones love acclaimed
Not someone who is to be ashamed
I want a love that cannot be defied
One that will not hide.
I want to be loved for me
Not for what someone wants me to be.
I want to be accepted for who I am
For I am no meek mild lamb.
I am so much more than expected
And yes I do sometimes need to be protected
But will always throw down and fight
For all that I believe is right.
I am simple and complex
For some days I surely do vex
But I will never ever hex
Unless said someone is an ex.
From my love I want affection
No one wants to feel rejection
I want to feel like I am needed
Not like I am someone to be be heeded.
Can anyone really love me for me?
Will my heart anyone truly see?
When it comes to me is there any clue?
Who is my true love? Is it you?
I can't judge you for judging me, I'd just be judging you too. I can't point a finger at you right now, three more will just be pointing back at me. Two negatives may make it right in Math, but here in the real world two wrongs only equal disaster.
So be patient with my impatience and I'll love you through your hatred. These daggers called words we're flashing in our faces might just find their way to somebody's throat. Let's throw down our daggers and smoke the peace pipe, let's wave our white flags in the darkness.
We may not be at peace but let's not be at war. We may not be friends no more, but let's not be enemies. For we better be strangers to each other than casualties of enmity's battles.
Let's walk away and breathe again than stay together and burn to ashes.