Best Tussles Poems
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a gun
Low self-esteem wanting popularity,
gather together in small clusters
Grapes of wrath ... attack anybody
who try to break the bind
Verbal popping every moving target
in the movie theater line
Estrogen cries when the dust clears,
another reject cherry fell off the vine
Teachers can’t separate the sisterhood bond,
boyfriends ain’t nothing but pretty toys
Cat fights and tussles are only loud noise,
a lot of ugly ducklings swimming in the pond
Clique ... clique
Squeeze off another round
Mile high dreams everybody in the group got,
but somebody is creeping ... talking behind their back
A poser is in the midst,
and the leader is gonna handle it
Put a cheesy lip rumor in the mouse trap,
throw a house party and hire a band
Thieving eyes which covets your man,
catch ‘em in the act, give ‘em a double tap
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a gun
that’s loaded with angst bullets
And everybody’s been shot by one
Lip blasting every moving target
in the stadium ticket line
Testosterone cries when the dust clears,
another reject berry fell off the vine
Parents can’t separate the brotherhood bond,
girlfriends ain’t nothing but pretty toys
Fistfights and scraps are only loud noise,
a lot of ugly ducklings swimming in the pond
Clique ... clique
Squeeze off another round
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
Give your friend a cigarette,
urge them to try one
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
Give your friends the bottle of hooch,
urge them to try some
Clique ... clique
Peer pressure is a smoking gun
So hit the brakes hard,
you little Bonnie and Clydes
or your life will be in for
a shoot ‘em up, bang bang ride
Categories:
tussles, angst, friendship, social, word
Form:
Rhyme
One suspects a matagouri temperament
Upon first glimpsing that weathered face.
Wrinkles extending like braided rivers
Life of tussles and toils, to demonstrate.
No stranger to heat or an icy shiver
Indeed he thrives on the wide-open space.
For living on the land he has chosen
Family provision his precious mandate.
Green land he’s seen, as it alters to brown
Faced the irony in dense drifts of white snow.
Worked in hot sun, until chilled from deep sweat
His path's always straight, head never down.
Famine next fortune, then dancing with debt
Passion persists, despite varying blows.
Quitting is failure akin to inept
No envy endures of those living in town.
Spells spent alone doesn’t mean solitude
For companions thrive for those that will see.
Colourful hebes, or when a kea flies by
Land always varies, indeed a joy to be viewed.
No clock to watch while there’s light in the sky
Family time not a whim of the breeze.
Other company not sought but never denied
For life on the land is fulfilment accrued.
2nd April 2016
Categories:
tussles, earth, environment, farm, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
If love is sharing,
Heartfelt caring
Always being by someone's side.
If love is giving
Knowing the joy of living
A deep down feeling of pride.
If love is heart thumping,
Excitement,nerves jumping
Never knowing quite what to expect.
If love is yearning,pleasing
Playfully teasing
Yet treating another with respect.
If love is tears and laughter
Cuddles, and what comes after
That feeling of indescribable sweetness.
If love is quiet and content,
Time well spent
An overall sense of completeness.
If love is wanting,yet undemanding,
Patient,understanding
Tries to see another's point of view.
If love little tussles and fights
Then putting things to rights
The way only lovers can and do.
If love is growing old together
Commitment from the heart forever,
Being bound to someone yet feeling free,
In life the passion and the pain,
Yet through it the constant gain
Then let LOVE be for all our destiny.
Categories:
tussles, loveheart, heart, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Our family’s visit to an ashram—
Where parasitical monkeys haunt ’n hum.
Creatures known for tricks and hanky-panky.
So tussles ’tween visitor and monkey!
Monkeys win— tussles with woman or man.
Outwitting the monkey whoever can?
So woes of the devotees are many;
There doesn’t seem to be solution any!
A li’l one came to us ’nd held her hand out;
With a bottle of water, turned about;
Came back again straight to my son swiftly
Only to look for lice ’n his hair deftly!
A surprising gesture of gratitude.
We appreciated her attitude!
***
Composed on October 18, 2017
Categories:
tussles, animal, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.”
- Mary Oliver
Poetry is my flesh, blood, body, mind and soul,
My heart and its beat; skin-bone unifying whole;
In her I talk, walk, work, rest and leisurely lie;
Without her, like fish without water, I might die...!
Do I pick my tooth-brush at rising, I don't know,
My pen, as though saving sword, ever strength does show;
Feeling hungry or full, somnolent or awake,
Pulsation of poetry, like waves, in me, break...!
As impulses pull and push to-and-fro actions,
Poetry pervades reason-cum-instinct fractions;
Self-enslaving inclinations soon washed away,
Poetry, for inner warmth of freedom paves way...!
Erasing evils with poetry might be hard,
Like razing down hardest bushes of jungle-yard;
Don't yet, drops of disinfectants do some cleansing,
When rooms go messy and pathogens do fencing...?
Poetry gives strength to my weakening muscles,
My aching knee readies to fight moral-tussles;
Each step I take is an inspiring upheaval,
Toward freeing humankind from every evil...!
21 November 2022
Poetry is a life-cherishing force Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
tussles, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Boys do boys BREAKS toys. Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep hill. Wrestling down steps and falling.
Breaking bones. Being home alone. Fire crackers one two three STOP spitting
On me.
REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
Boys even when they're right they're wrong. Boys are strong. They are
Triumphant on mix martial arts and wrestling night. They need a place here in
SOCIETY. They need their own show and tell month. What week? What's a week?
Fighting through one trillion trillion jeers. Not wanting to show their fears.
THE MEDIA COMES THE QUICKER
Fearing vulnerability boys are nothing but the brunt of solid steel with DIAMOND
Spikes. Many boys are MELLOW but spell WE DO RAISE HELL. Some might
Think boys do things for SPITE. Such as staying alive? Or flying a kite?
Boys but when dark is night stay inside. At DIFFICULT times they fight even when
They're right thinking they are strong. MAYBE they are wrong?
Wrestling tearing fisting clenching cursing spitting stomping reaching for his own
Fate. Suffering alienation and hate. What he wants he gets one way. (Sparing no grace) or another. All in all in all. Some boys walk a CHALK line and are fine.
In the light of the life of things this is how it is. Boys are STRONG. They go long.
THE MEDIA THE CONDEMNATION THE VILIFICATION: Boys are bursting through malls tearing down walls shooting guns on the run.
Nothing but boys will be boys. Nothing is truth until it is seen through the eye of a boy
Keen. Gangs, tussles and physical rebuttals. There those tails wagging of puppy dogs,
Yeah boy! You got SWAGGER you got sway. Football gear and baseball cards yeah all
Hard. Make way for shooting hoops hanging on stoops
TRACES OF MANHOOD TO DATE. BEEN NEVER A MAN WHO HASN'T BEEN A BOY.
ENJOY!! GOOD FATE!!
Categories:
tussles, anger, angst, baseball, basketball,
Form:
Prose
Lock down the LIMPING GROVE.
PIRATES have stolen the TREASURE TROVE.
I know all about the garden shed, how you
Hide and make your bed.
Watching with a whimsical stare he replied
I know nothing of these TRAVESTIES.
HERE are SOME FACTS you MAY not know:
Tedious TEASING TUSSLES to taste the
Truth.
Merciless MUSING knows what treasures
You have stolen, then you will not
Continue to repose
Tell where you have roved lest I'll
Lance YOU WITH this BLADE, to get the JEWELS YOU have
Sought
Real, EXCEPTIONAL TREASURES
Can not be BOUGHT. Drop your sack where you stand, do
This as I demand. A search of the sack revealed
Nothing familiar. As he made a hasty EXIT a telling
Jingle was heard.
PRICELESS GOES the NINES WITH
FEARLESS YOU IN MIND.
Categories:
tussles, adventure, conflict, confusion, fear,
Form:
Alliteration
Fish and chips salty air
Big fat bottoms sat on stripy deck chairs
Sticks of rock candy floss and bottles of soda pop
Sand castles and buckets and spades
Dad with binoculars pretending to look out to sea
But looking at the bikini hot babes
Little child paddles in the sea
Little child has a pee
Ice cream and jellyfish
Punch and Judy ventriloquists
Bare flesh everywhere sea breeze tussles hair
Walruses laid on beach towels everywhere
Courting couples walking hand in hand
Games of cricket and Beach ball on the sand
Annoying music steaming from someone's radio
A scream goes out as a crab bites someone's toe
The smell of suntan lotion mixed with sweat
And the smell of cigarettes
Waves rolling upon the shore
A baby wanting it's diaper changing lets out a might roar
Burgers and hot dog's from a van
Guy's with muscles parading the beach as though saying to the girls
Look at me I'm all real man
As the girls giggle and wiggle
As the hot Sun smiles down
On a day by the sea.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.
Categories:
tussles, beach, holiday, humor, sea,
Form:
Free verse
POOP - TALE : for contest
No embarrassment , everyone poops
So relaxed is the feel after all 's out
No gold and riches can ever buy such feel
I am sure all will agree silently though!
We get that feel for free as nature calls
In body, poop factory is so well- fitted
Based on our lifestyle it is regulated
Frequency n' timing our habits decide
As far as we breathe , we have to poop
No matter where you are, who you are...
How many times daily varies with species and diet...
Bamboos and honey diet makes Panda bears poop,
more than a forty times in a single day !
In other species range follows bell shaped curve
A balanced input-output cycle continues..
Doctors diagnose ailments examining poop,
Sausage shape is ideal poop the doc opines..
Mothers of kids worry if they cry while they poop
Too much delay makes happy a trader in laxatives!
Night soil in fields have made a fertile land
Poop of cattle folk is a manure too good
Everyone poops and is so useful too...
Deadlines and work pressure,meetings with boss
Petty tussles with friends or your own spouse.
Ask for a break saying you need to poop
Instantly you are permitted and you may slide out
Enjoy this break behind washroom doors !!
No more shy business, everyone poops!
Engrossed in reading a suspense thriller,
Or watching the climax of a movie horror
As soon as poop siren raises alarm, you got to go!
Ultimate rule is please don't control
Happily you poop poop poop and flush out !
FOR CONTEST- EVERYONE POOPS
Sponsored by:Roy Jerden
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Date: 9th August 2015
glossary:
Bell shaped curve: the normal distribution curve
which has values of all ranges and takes a bell-shape.
Categories:
tussles, art, nature, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
In my fragile little ship, I sail sail,
In the tempestuous sea of life, vast,
Studying the stagnant winds in detail,
Gliding up slowly with a lofty mast.
Facing strong winds my ship starts from the clast,
And trials of life - tides - ensue without fail;
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast,
In my fragile little ship, I sail sail.
In moments when thunderstorms and harsh gale
Fill my life with gloom and leave me aghast,
Steer ahead with cheer: my goal will entail,
In the tempestuous sea of life, vast.
At times, harsh heartless words a shadow cast
Over peace; grief grips tight in life's travails;
Through unloving currents, I sail sail fast,
Studying the stagnant winds in detail.
When hassles and tussles of life prevail,
And gloomy events haunt me from the past,
Amidst the dismal darkness I sail sail,
Gliding up slowly with a lofty mast.
To flow with the rhythms of life, till the last,
My ship is all set, though a little frail,
The tides may be high or low in contrast;
Bouncing in and out of waves, I sail sail,
In my fragile little ship...
Date: 03/04/2021
Submitted for: Life's Struggles - Any Form - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Rondeau Redouble Modified
Syllables: 10 syllables each line, except last line
Categories:
tussles, life,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Popeye the Sailorman,
Ate spinach right from the can.
It gave strength to his muscles,
To overcome Bluto's tussles.
6/18/13
Categories:
tussles, character, funny,
Form:
Clerihew
A majestic golden eagle
wakens to the cool morning air.
And preens and prims its flight feathers
grooming each with diligent care.
Flies buzz over yesterday’s kill
scraps warmed by the rays of the sun.
And as night shadows disappear
darkness is defeated, dawn’s won.
A tree top branch provides a perch
from which it can survey the land.
And launching high into the sky
its territory's swiftly scanned.
Hungry fledglings flex feathered wings
stretching formidable muscles.
And the approach of their mother
is greeted by sibling tussles.
While calling and circling close by
she urges them to do their best.
And the eaglets take to the air
no longer shackled to their nest.
Categories:
tussles, beautiful, bird, flying, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
If I could see your tomorrow I would fill the empty void that steeps so deeply within me, that rustles and tussles inside my naked being. I would know exactly what to do to brighten your day and put a comforting smile on your face that would make you stay.
If I could see your tomorrow I would erase all the bad things that would happen to you and place luck in your path. I would be the flame to your candle and spirit to your soul. I would take joy in being your own personal protector.
If I could see your tomorrow I would lay down my lives worth dreams at your feet and profess everlasting love to you. If I could see your tomorrow I would present unto you my secrets and my faults. I would place them all on a silver platter with roses and sweet essence sprinkled all over. If I could see your tomorrow it would be a dream come through.
Categories:
tussles, loss, love, love hurts,
Form:
Narrative
All we need is a miracle to occur in our lives.
People are suffering around here and wish
That they could go to order a hamburger with fries
People are looking up to others who are really not wise
People up high are living for themselves and have no sense of community.
People are dying, killing, crying, stealing, begging, and lying.
We need a miracle in this world. It is really a jungle out here.
From life's hustles, tussles, and bustles we all need immunity.
Many have walked away from the real meaning of life
Which is uplifting you and loving their neighbors as themselves
Many are walking around like there is no Creator and they
Get credit for all that You have done for us. And pulling everyone
Down with the teeth of an endangered walrus. Lord God there
Are many other things that need to be discussed about us.
But you know all because You see all. You are coming back for us.
And only taking the ones who are pure at heart and chase after You
Not the finer things in life. Not the ones who give others pain and strife.
Lord this is a call from me to the You. All we need is a miracle. Everything else
Is trivial. All we need is a miracle and that miracle is you.
8-10-11
copyright 2011- All rights reserved.
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Categories:
tussles, faith, inspirational, miracle,
Form:
Rhyme
A child of the sun, coldness she knew
not.
But the heat of the moment,
dependent
always uneasy but of passion,
resplendent.
The sun in setting, a lady she was
not.
A flower to compare but a rose inapt.
More an orchid, a beauty of the
tropics.
Or a frangipani, a temptation in her
frolics.
Chimera of the sun, at night a
woman entrap.
Loving, generous but of men she had
flaws.
Our rock in troubles, our source of
muscles.
Joy and laughter in her weird world
of tussles.
But hurt her friends, a tigress with
claws.
Rest in peace beautiful Rina, our
handsome Moses.
A beloved child of the sun, who loved
roses.
Categories:
tussles, eulogy, friendship, loss,
Form:
Sonnet