Best Tightest Poems
viscera wound tighter
than the tightest rubber ball
never mind bouncing off the walls
guts like a pinball machine
an arcade between the ears
with tilt alarms screaming
02.10.19
For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
Categories:
tightest, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Melancholy me, since Kelly's gone away
Far beyond the sea, and gone from everyday
Stage by stage I've wept, but finally, I see
What I must now accept; a melancholy me
It follows and it looms, a threat to my clear sky
Though never quite consumes, insists that I comply
She's not for me to find, no path for me to track
So rain, I will not mind, if I can't have her back
Now happiness and joy, are never felt alone
The grief did not destroy, but left an undertone
It’s useless to contest, what lingers underneath
I'm trying, at my best, to walk beside the grief
And maybe I am jaded, but I am past denial
The anger has since faded; I've learned again to smile
I steady more each day, but walk the tightest rope
And mind my every sway, through threats by wind, I cope
Relentless my implore, and pointless it would seem
She went, she is no more, to see her is to dream
I begged her not leave, yet still, she did not stay
forever, now I'll grieve, my melancholy way
I'll live despite her death, as long as I embrace
What’s come of her last breath, and breathing in her place
Because it's mine to keep, it's just my cross to bear
I'll bury it down deep, but always, it is there
And though I did not choose, it's what I would prefer
For I can't bear to lose, my memory of her
The pain is in my heart, means Kelly too, shall be...
Because she’s just a part, of melancholy me.
Categories:
tightest, addiction, death, dedication, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
"Seventeen Years"
by: Eric L. Boddie
In my younger years, satan had the tightest clinch upon my Soul
I was headed to destruction, but, then, my heart was told
All of the Truths my mother made sure that I learned
Many could not believe it, but my Soul refused to burn
So I Allowed God Into my heart, and He Made me Strong where I was weak
Then He Filled me With His Spirit, so that Through me, He Would Speak
And I'm not a perfect man, I felt the temptations that satan sent
Which is why I repeatedly get down on my knees and Repent
And as any shepard to any flock, He Provides me with what you need
So if "I" am unable to forgive my haters, how could I ever lead
How could I give any advice in your greatest times of stress
So all I can do is Pray To Him And Allow Him To Address
Not your every desire, but your every need, Daily Miracles Is All He Will Do
And when you Need Him, He Is There, for 17 years, I've tried to Teach That to you
note: my brother, Apostle Lincoln E. Anderson, asked me to write this for him as he has been Preaching 17 years....
Categories:
tightest, character, christian, inspiration, jesus,
Form:
Couplet
It was a homeless old man near a shoe store who fell asleep
He was so tired that nap turned to a sleep that was deep
A little boy walked passed with his mother and noticed that the old man had one shoe
He felt sad, “mother it’s something I just got to do!”
That little boy face was full of tears
His little heart grew big because he cared
He grabbed both of his mother’s hand and tightly grasped them leading her into prayer
After the short and quick prayer, “Mom I was just told to share.”
He had ten dollars from his allowances that he saved for weeks
His mother didn’t know what to say, she couldn’t even speak
Immediately he rushed in the shoe store and asked the clerk how much was that one black wing tip shoe
The clerk had a big smile and said it was thirty-two
Every customer and fellow employee gave money to make the little boy prayer come true
Instead of thirty-two dollars he now had sixty four
He quickly grabbed the shoe box and ran out the door
The little boy shook the old man out of his sleep and gave him the box
When the old man woke up his eyes was full of tears and he was shocked
Big crocodile tears rolled down his face
He grabbed the little boy and gave him the tightest embrace
The old man yelled, “This is the best gift yet!”
Some say the old man got up and danced until the sun set
Mark 12:30-31 (NIV) Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’[a] 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] There is no commandment greater than these.”
Categories:
tightest, christian, grandfather, inspirational, kid,
Form:
Rhyme
Now, can you catch that Dingledot?
I need to get him quite a lot.
He is the only one I’ve got.
You’ll find he’s very hard to spot.
He might be sailing on a yacht
or hiding in a carry-cot,
or staying with a hairy Scot.
He could be here – or maybe not.
And do be sure, when he’s been got,
to tie him in the tightest knot.
Why do I need a Dingledot?
I want to pop him in the pot!
~
For Rick's Contest. 25th February 2013.
Categories:
tightest, fantasy,
Form:
Verse
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand
always hits the target to the tightest degree
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful
In the heart on fire within passion hot
underneath the stars sailing of into space
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star
tender doting to the soul's eyes
floating to you bouncing inside waves
steaming hot seductive lashes
floating through those curtains we join souls
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while
turning this world upside down
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles
that I've wished in my life
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand
always hits the target tight and perfect
Always! Always! Always! Always!
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16, 2014
Categories:
tightest, allegory, desire, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand
always hits the target to the tightest degree
shedding his green skin like the chameleon he is
the frog began drowning non-stop smiling as
he fell deeper into ocean colors of all shades a pearl
in a deep pool of beauty bathing so bright
he felt an electric bolt filled with deep undercurrents
string sparks fly in the first kiss with all feeling and intention
String sparks sizzilin' fly in the first kiss and bring
dazzling amazing golden warm struck straight
but oh so gallant and oh so wonderful
In the heart on fire within passion hot
underneath the stars sailing of into space
inside floating around thoughts off the first mate
desires your affectionate smiles, laughs, and grins
sings in the mind's eye grace of a thousand swans in flight
into another space over the Milky Way jewels sparkles a star
tender doting to the soul's eyes
floating to you bouncing inside waves
steaming hot seductive lashes
floating through those curtains we join souls
uniting tender wooing and wonderful woven passion
softly we forever kiss my love as desire always lays with you
I need and crave your love to take me to the edge of the night
dancing in my dreams struck deeply while
turning this world upside down
into a golden paradise ball with all bells and whistles
that I've wished in my life
Cupid's golden bow and arrow in hand
always hits the target tight and perfect
Always! Always! Always! Always!
Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman, Collaborative Free Verse Poem, October 16. 2014
Categories:
tightest, beautiful, beauty, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
school broke up and summers here
shipped off, a long bus ride
every holiday off I'd go
to my aunts house by the sea side
she opened the door, gave a monster hug
this lady seemed immense
the first thing to hit me was the smell
musty lavender, quite intense
she eyed me up and down a while
a look of pure distaste
now come child go unpack your bag
ran up the stairs with haste
the room I had was idyllic
clean bedding a lamp and a flower
looked outside to see the view
the bright light on Blackpool tower
aunty Millie gave me a shout
come down and help me cook
side by side we peeled the veg
in her eyes I dare not look
white collar buttoned to her chin
black skirt did sway below
grey hair tied in the tightest bun
not a strand allowed to flow
we sat around a table to eat
such a thing I'd never known
she asked of school and other things
her interest always shown
a home, a real life living home
for this childhood I would yearn
a small girl I was allowed to be
secure, friendly, but stern
three meals a day, every one home cooked
never afraid, no hand was raised
and best of all, when I was good
I was hugged and I was praised
my aunty Millie I loved her so
never wanted to go home
we said goodbye and off I'd go
once again withdrawn and alone
Categories:
tightest, childhoodme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
For over thirty years now
We have penned this marriage book
A mystery the direction
Each single chapter took
With our share of laughter
In bits of comedy
Spilling tears upon the page
But not in tragedy
Chapter one was started
On the day that we first met
Destiny?
After thirty years, I'm still thinking yes
Where it matters we fit each other
Like a well worn glove
To each other bound together
With the tightest threads of love
In both chapters two and three
We got to know each other well
Before we decided we no longer needed
To be by ourselves
So we bought some extra paper
Along with extra pens
In hopes that we could one day
Write a family in
In the year of chapter four
We did that with our first child
Stock of blonde haired curls
With a touch of heavens smile
In the middle of chapter six
We added number two
With the cry of pure perfection
If I may tell the truth
All of the chapters following
Have been quite the read
A national best seller
To say the very least
And it could not have been done
If it weren't for her and me
Taking the time to write this book
Of our lives destiny
To this day my co-author
I'm still standing with
That beautiful girl I still love
That thirty years ago I first kissed
And whatever writings lay ahead
I'm sure those final chapters will be
The very best that we have written
My co-author and me
Categories:
tightest, life, love, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
A childhood dream - see them and feel,
My superheroes, thought they were real:
Superman, the man of steel
Batman on his wheels
Spider-man on his tightest suit
The oversize body of Incredible Hulk.
With He-man's masculinity
I dreamed I was her leading lady;
The X-men had added to my illusion -
Be among the students of the professor:
Wolverine, my deepest crush
Cyclops eyes' made me blushed
Gambit, simply the best
Beast, to add on the list.
Now I'm fully grown up and realization has come,
That superheroes are just artificial
I've known people never thought I'd met
The real heroes of my life, not to forget.
Categories:
tightest, life
Form:
List
In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop , Drip Drop!
I can't seem to hear the Clip, Clop!
So off I run with a little Hip-Hop!
In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
As I near, my Heartbeat gives a Stop!
My Stomach does the tightest Flip-Flop!
In the Meadow, I hear a POP!
Drip Drop, Drip Drop!
I howl on seeing the Butcher's Shop!
Onto the Meadow grass, I Slip-Slop!
To Witness the Unbearable Chop!
Blood of my Horse, Drip Drop!
Categories:
tightest, abuse, animal, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 80
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee
Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone else
Everything's become kinda floppy
Once had tight abs... now who am I kidding
The tightest my abs get now
Is when I try bending down to tie up my laces
At times feel like a pregnant cow
I grunt and strain and been known to curse
Saying bad things like, “holy heck"
Can remember those real naughty old phrases
Like “go to blazes” or “pain in the neck”
Guess six months won't make a hugh difference
I'm pretty well ready for the pasture
One thing I've noticed since reaching “maturity”
Time seems to be going a lot faster
So here's some advice for all you young'uns
Enjoy life while you still can
Before you know it, the darn jig will be up
And you'll just be an also ran
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
tightest, life,
Form:
Narrative
Christmas is a tricky path for some people to yearly travel,
With so much anticipation, for them things begin to unravel.
The expectation that each one holds for this season of cheery light,
Can fall apart as they anticipate the coming Holy night.
Then by their wave of disappointment you may take the hit,
If you’re standing in their line of fire when their fuse gets lit.
It’s not the way that they would expect themselves to be,
But when blinded by their wants they just can’t seem to see.
And the meaning of Christmas that is found all around them,
Never gets a chance to be near enough to touch or astound them.
Don’t let their lack of vision blind you from the holy blessed light,
And keep the true meaning of the season held firmly in your sight.
And know that if you hold on to the friends that you love the tightest,
That’s when the lights of Christmas will always shine their brightest.
Categories:
tightest, funny, holiday, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Light Verse
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
PLEASE: HONOR THE VERVE!
[CHORUS/START]
ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION...EARTHEN-YEARS...EACH!
One-in-a-HUNDRED-MILLION...EACH!
ONE-HUNDRED-MILLION...EARTHEN-YEARS...EACH!
One-in-a-HUNDRED-MILLION...EACH!
[CHORUS/END]
She-Swings...BOY...DOES-SHE-SWING...SHE-SWINGS...RIGHT!
She-Swings-RIGHT...and-TIGHT...BOY...DOES-SHE-SWING...
RIGHT-TA-LEFT...and-UP-AND-DOWN...SO-TIGHT!
LEFT-TA-RIGHT...BOY...DOES-SHE-DO-IT-RIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
I'd-like-ta-DO-THE-STARS-RIGHT...I'd-DRUM-DRUMMING-THROUGHOUT
THE-NIGHT...STARS-BURSTING-'N-CRACKING...
THROUGHOUT-STAR-STUCK...GOLDEN-BOLDEN-BLUEST...RED-'N-GREEN
STARLESS...COOLEST-'N-ROYALIST...COOL-NIGHTS!
She'd-like-ta-TOO...'CUZ-SHE'S...MINE-AND-IT'S...TIGHT!
THAT'S...She'd-like-ta-TOO...'CUZ-SHE'S...MINE-AND-IT'S...
ROYAL-AND-TIGHT...'N-THE-TIGHTEST...BLUEST-COOLEST-BLUE-LIGHT!
Now...Six Feet Four INCHES...and-she's...A-MILE-HIGH...SHE-REACHES
THE-STARS...SKY-HIGH!
SHE-SWINGS...RIGHT...THAT'S...RIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
[CHORUS/START...CHORUS/END]
DRUMS...AND-CORDLESS...SYMPHONIES...SHE-SPINS-RIGHT
ALL-THE-TIME...NEWEST-AND-COOLEST...SHE-SO-ROYAL!
SHE'S-THE-ROYALIST...COOLEST-'N-BLUEST...BLUE-NIGHTS!
MY...ETERNITIES...OF-ALL...ETERNAL-ETERNITIES!
SHE'S-BLUE-LIGHT!
SHE'S-BLUE-LIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
SHE'S-LIGHT-'N-TIGHT!
FINALMENT
Categories:
tightest, age, art, beautiful, beauty,
Form:
Ballad
A granny in a brightly lit flower frock is neither a spinning wheel or a basket of multi coloured wools. Multi coloured wools are very very useful indeed for wool wafts wonderful warmth. And warmth is great when cold so never mind the harness in a three wheeled bin in the artic. Oh the whorl of semantic accolade is an issue for a tiny tissue and a tiramisu partying on a giant cliff face. Squarking squirrels sending signals swimmingly secretly sedately swift. A cloud worshipping a beacon is a beanie in a bun but not while the bun is sleeping. It needs peace and quiet you see and tantalisation can often christen the rite of passage in in even the mist tightest of skirts, shirts and dressed crabs. In a salad. Overtones of a butterscotch pantry never belittle a momentary pickle. Miserable money making mongrels make marvellous man made moons. And a jingle jangle.simmering on a stove is a one time initiation starting ship to a nonlethal Atlantic cruise basin where crudities are neither cuddles nor cute and anarchic apathy is swamped by an adjudical nun in a costume from the fourteenth century castle of the espionage for espionage is not a experience it is a an exact evenly economically excellent ecliptic eccentric eclipse. So all go hail the ring of the bell from the cooker. Ding dong ding then. Right isnt it? Playing football in a dough ball of glue is preferable to hand gliding in gloves of concrete. And a forthright pair of gloves are always leather in outlook and forward drive like a medium in a trance. Trembling trees throwing turnips thrice turning tormenting tortoises. Hahaha the time tick tock tick arguing with a baseball glove and a hat and a microphone stands with a bacon trolley. Hahaha missionary mishap makes many mingling monsters. Oh left heel clock clock right heel click. Great. Fantastic isn't it? Xxxxx evolutionally z z z z z
Categories:
tightest, anti bullying, , cute,
Form: