Best Tussling Poems
Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
Categories:
tussling, lost lovelost, dark, dark,
Form:
Ballad
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Often, gusts begin as a breeze
feisty breezes rustle the trees.
Grounding the butterflies and bees
breezes come and go as they please.
Feisty breezes blow through the trees
shaking and tussling twigs and leaves.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
Plants left in a state of unease
breezes come and go as they please.
Flexible trees bend to their knees
all day and night without a break.
Breezes come and go as they please,
mayhem following in their wake.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
And though trees are hardy, they shake
all day and night without a break.
Creaking as though in constant ache,
they're unable to spring back.
All-day and night without a break,
blowing breezes lead the attack.
(Triple Triolet)
6/30/2018
Categories:
tussling, 10th grade, image, imagery,
Form:
Triolet
In the beginning,
The flowers blossom
In summers and dance always
In playful gesture at buzzing noises
Of bees that never get wary
Of playing the happy music
To cheer the hospitable host.
The flowers never worried
Of winter their natural spell,
For there will always be
Other summers to welcome the bees.
For all was perfect at inception,
An Eden we had and we gladly
Toil the pastures and later
Gather the plenty harvest.
Man later grew wiser
Then nature gets poorer,
Trees were cut down
To make man a shelter
To make the birds unsheltered,
And make the earth uncovered.
Man’s greedy wants of conquests,
Tussling in the quest for power.
We’ve made shells and cannons
To fall all that stands our way.
Our bombs are nuclear and deadly
To guide the home we live.
The bleeding earth keeps weeping
Of ruins we’ve brought on her.
Her unending raining tears,
Flooding our fields and barns.
For we’ve changed the course of nature,
And made a void in structure,
Then we shout a cry of tensions
Of ozone layer depletions.
Like pains of radioactivity,
After our wars have ended
At the end of nuclear activities.
Categories:
tussling, men, nature,
Form:
Free verse
8 mile Road
Date: Mon, Dec 21 2015 at 1:50 AM
I hear the train coming
An I'm chasing the train humming
I see the smoke puffing
I see the light in the dungeon
I see fight Tussling
I see might Hustling
I see fright rumbling
I'm on the railroad
Following the trail to gold
I inhale the pros
I exhale the cons
I hear my name called on the intercom
The Voice of Megatron
Behind me Deceptions
Trying to make it to Cybertron
Sweat in my palms
An sweat in my arms
Sweat on my face
Tears smeared the Vision to Concentrate
Running without hesitate
No time to contemplate
Got to set the record straight
While in my headphones the record play
Can't be a second late
I see the pearly gates
An Hells devilish face
Laced Leg brace
An ankle weights
I can't catch a break
Cause I'm trying to catch the trains pace
I'm pushing people & devils out the way
To catch some space
My Angel on the train waving
I'm running on the Pavement
They yelling to me Salvation
Gods good Graces
Mercy & Greatness
Glory & Gratefulness
The Story already Created
So I can't stop
I feel like I'm going to drop
My lungs feel clogged
My head throbs
But I'm holding to the Rod
Shadow of wings lift me
Demons trying to get me
I'm flying towards the trains chimney
A Seat made for me Empty
But I got to catch the next stop
So I'm flying to meet the train on the next depart
Strength in me starts to shock
Feel the strength in my heart
I look an see who's all in the carts
I see Rosa Parks
I feel like I'm about to barf
I'm almost there to meet my mark
The train stops
I walk up to the door
Categories:
tussling, heaven, riddle, spoken word,
Form:
Free verse
Oh my darling
My Sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
In our troubled history
Lost are we
Wondering
Whispering
Fallen Leafs
Tussling and rustling upon our street
Read and burnt beneath our feat
Angels caught in tears
Hope for happier years
Now silence weeps
Our Russian Queen
We never made it home
Back to thee
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
Babooshka
Tiara karma sutra
The truth within your grace
Our life we sacrificed
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart
Hope sewn through our seams
Babooshka
Tiara karma sutra
The truth within your grace
Our life we sacrificed
In our troubled history
Lost are we
Wondering
Whispering
Fallen Leafs
Gather Us All
Under Thee
Oh my darling
My sweet
Russian Queen
Categories:
tussling, angel, child, grandmother, missing
Form:
Free verse
A Serbian Poet.
He was a poet; perhaps he still is,
scribbling words
on the wall of a cell in Haag.
A mass of hair, an unfinished
symphony gloomily greying
in artificial light
and will his hair ever feel the sensation of the wind
tussling his tresses?
Once upon a time people called him Doctor, he was
A psychiatrist, prescribed valium to his patients,
he should keep doing this
but politics and power got in the way,
he the president a dream that will never leave him.
A poet can’t handle the power, so let him write that
a thousand times on the wall of his cell.
Categories:
tussling, celebrity, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
The lustrous surface of your sea is
urging me to drown in its intriguing blue.
Afraid to go further, I stand hesitantly at
your mysterious shore, yet allowing your
tides to lick my soul!
Your waves grow in me rapidly,
clogging the flow of my breathing!
I hark keenly to the whispers of the cowries
wishing to unfold the secrets of your
inapproachable depths!
In my dreams, I invade that misty
portion of you, dismember it into
crystal clear droplets which
permit me to see through the secretive
fabric of you, to transfigure fractioned
doubts into certainties…
Your heart, edged in mysterious sweetness
becomes the center of gravity,
drawing the straying grains of my
Being into its infinite grip …
And I so wrapped up in this ageless
shawl of sadness find a refuge in this
turmoil of tussling
emotions to elude a devious stillness..
Categories:
tussling, loveme, me,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Baby seems to always be the one
to kick start the day
Trying to get comfortable in her placenta water bed,
got mother waking up dizzy
and feeling real queasy in the head
She feels it coming on,
yeah, she feels it coming on strong
Morning sickness is heading her way
Nothing she can do but grip the edge of the sheets,
swing around and rise up
Baby seems to be most comfortable when mother's
standing on her feet
Ultrasound reveals baby is in a swimmer's curled tuck
Eight months and some change,
it won't be long, any day now
She's gonna have to go to work, have to labor in pain
But a safe delivery is the most important thing
Got to eat a big meal, got two mouths to feed,
then relax on the couch and watch some TV
The plan is to snooze unto noon, hubby will be checking in soon
to see if she needs anything
But baby wakes up before she does,
tussling around in a fuss,
so mother rubs her stomach gently
This calms baby down, and just when peace settles in ...
Wouldn't you know it, time to start the cycle all over again
Morning sickness always win,
morning sickness in the afternoon now begins
Categories:
tussling, baby, care, love, morning,
Form:
Free verse
I am the gentle wind kissing your face as I go by.
I bring warmth to your cold body as I sigh.
I bring the whispers of wonder from a mysterious past.
I will bring forth Gaia with violent and unforgiven wrath.
Mother has given me a divine, free wandering spirit.
If you remain still, listen to my song, you will hear it.
Birds will gently fly as I lift them into the sky.
Cheerfully they chortle songs of pure delight.
Fanning flames, the fire begin to dance and swirl
My flaming breath brings forth the cleansing spirit of renewal.
Father has given me the breath of life to share.
As you inhale slowly the wonderful fragrant air.
Blowing through the amazing forest garden of Mother Earth.
You hear the rustle of leaves releasing seeds to fall for new birth.
Ushering in rain, letting it nurtures this life that is new and old.
Gently I touch the new morning growth as it unfolds.
Gleefully I dance through this beautiful day tussling your hair.
You dance with me in this moment as a wonderful pair.
I will mourn the loss of your amazing heart filled life.
I will gently blow warm comfort to your loving wife.
Categories:
tussling, beauty, dance, environment, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Remember fondly the days of sun
as the seasons invertably change.
The hours of daylight shorten as
each passes and nights are long.
Autumn reluctantly releases her hold.
The lands cool and start to freeze,
whilst with a roar winter marches in
claiming and coating all in white.
Remember with pleasure those sultry
days sipping a fine wine as you
basted in hot rays turning brown
only now to shiver as cold bites.
winter's grip settles in deeper
as icicles adorn the trees glittering,
shining in the weak sunshine like gems.
Boughs on trees dip and some crack off.
Remember swimming in the sea or
rolling in the sun warmed sand.
Tussling with your sibling
forgetting the freezing cold to come.
Ah! Winter both loved and hated,
feared by those who are ill prepared.
Life hanging in the balance for some
but most will survive to see spring.
Remember, for remembering renews us
bringing back days of yore that
on reflection seem so magical
remember too, time recklessly spent.
That can never be recovered, much though
you wish otherwise, it is gone, done, buried.
Remember winter will end with a whimper
and the sun become all powerful yet again.
Categories:
tussling, autumn, memory, summer, sun,
Form:
Epic
Candle was center staged
A Candlelight Romance perspired
Flame lit up beautiful faces
Flame, ruthlessly pierced with rushing Nicotine
Lovers Love drowned in the Sea of Smoke
Passionate kiss became oblivious
The burnt lips cried in vain
Only Pungency of Ashes, choked fragrance of Love
So many cries, so much noise
Numb Eardrums, an agonizing mum
Estranged from Jazz, envious of Saxophone
A burning Spirit, a claustrophobic Heart, left tussling
No Mango for Tongue, it’s all bitter Booze
Trembling with Disgust and debris of abuse
No sense of direction, no sense of senses
Compassion dwindles in all Tenses
Those long Drives look real long
Like a rush in a Marathon
Windows are ruined by viscous dust
Praying Lords for a heavy Rain bust
Scent of a Woman is cringed
Manifestation of Romance winched
It’s high time to burst the bubble
Time for a Kiss beneath the blues of water
Let those wet curls smitten you
Let that touch giggle you
Drive down those tamed roads
Feel the rush inside
Stop snooping for the Rains
Take a dip into wet terrains.
Categories:
tussling, anxiety, beauty, girl, love,
Form:
Prose
Wolf sneaks up on finch. Grabs her in his
canines. Osprey avenges finch. Snatches a
hare from the glade. You fool, wolf howls,
that hare meant nothing to me. Osprey
swallows last bit of meat, says, Wasn’t that
your dinner for tomorrow? Obviously, she
was something to you. Wolf and osprey
tango. Blood flies like ideas, wounded flesh
exposed. Both predators exhausted. You fight
well, osprey huffs, but I still win. Wolf glares
at bird, asks why. While we were tussling,
my brothers stole your pups.
Moral:
Avoid poppy seed bagels or they won’t let you
take your preemie home from the hospital.
Categories:
tussling, anxiety, baby, fantasy, heartbreak,
Form:
Free verse
Memories
Thoughts
Feelings
Fatal game that they play
Rerunning in mind
Like vinyl stuck on replay
They tell of a story
Many years ago
A little girl
Wounded by the evil world
Found by a soldier to save her soul
From bright vibrant colour
Happiness And warmth
The story suddenly all turned to red
To blood
To words etched on skin
Forever to remain
Serenades to swearing
Trust to tussling
Always to never
Love to loathing
She gave up her all
Just to fight for something
Long Left for dead in the cold
One sided tug off war
To end in mud
Conceived in blood
Still she begged for more
Tried to be perfect
Yes she did
Stopped eating for times on end
Ran till her lungs bled
Still the soldier turned his head
She tried to stand
On own two feet
Little did she know she was
Amputee of lust
Hurt
Conceded truth
Turned traitor
This soldier did
Shattering ideals
Of little girls' world
He owned her
Like a deer head trophy
Shot
Killed
Mounted himself
She fell again
Trying to fix
What shattered so long ago
With bleeding raw fingers
She traced his face
Hoping he would
See
Would turn
Would change his ways
The Soldier broke his promises
To always keep her safe
Because his other trophies
Got 1st place
Again she tried to repair
All the damages he left
Seeming so strong
So bold
Praised on her progress
Little girl was
But inside her mind
Was her true demise
She couldn't let go of soldier
Yet he let her fall
She couldn't leave him to his own
devices
Yet he abandoned her so many
times before
She felt compelled to be his
Guardian angel
Yet he refused to be hers
Ignorance is bliss they say
But what about knowing the truth
And staring the other way?
Carefully placed back in crooked
form
The glass shards of her life
With pieces still gone
The red seeps through
What cannot be said
The big eyed terrified truth.
Categories:
tussling, losssoldier,
Form:
Free verse
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst trumped,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
transsexual therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
Categories:
tussling, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Destiny stretches its twisted arms
patching together its wounded flesh
Mercy cries out with mere oblivion
Watching it dragging its impotent body
And slowly gasping for breath.
Stupefied souls hanging on to shades of doubts
Erupts with an anxious shout
ridiculing the contemptuous house.
It roars, it bellows and it clamors
clenching its punch-less fist and pacing towards
the hopeless ditch while muttering angry words
as it heads towards the agonizing cliff.
Destiny kept tussling them around
Soon none of them were to be found
Roll call once, roll call twice
they were out rolling dice
Stripped of their jackets and ties
bow legs looking like mice
pants and shirts wrapped up in arms
While the danging beast stared reprehensibly
They have played the game for so long
And couldn't find a place where they belong
Empty seats lingering all around
Too scared to leave the desolate house
Destiny has ransacked their providence.
Categories:
tussling, community, metaphor, places, political,
Form:
Prose Poetry