Best Uncoordinated Poems
already naked
estimating time
of arrival suggest
coordinates for my
backyard positioning of
my uncoordinated body
leaving a bit of flexibility
in case of a need for any
slight rearrangements i
might need to make in
deed because this is
poetics not rocket
science and in
fact it's a
landing
not a
launch
i see her
here she
comes
right
there yet
they say
they all
look
the same
but to know
her is to love
her so i know
even though
it's the first
snow of
the year
it's clear
in this
stormy
sky that
that is her
that i see
falling
and that
though she has never
seen one she has all
this time been one
as we all are if we
agree to see our
selves as such
but she may not know
since never seeing
snow that each
flake is never
the same so
each is an
individual
so now standing
all this time still out
standing running down
my check list
naked
backyard
craning neck
outstretched arms
frozen so
statuesque
swooning like
a swan
an ice sculpture
needing just
one small
fixture
my bay
door
mouth
opens
and out
comes
my tongue as far as i can extend
it
sticking out as
a landing strip
for her
star ship
body bound
delicate now
a snowflake
which after
all this
time
she
melts
in my
mouth
Categories:
uncoordinated, muse,
Form:
Absurdity
Behind the closed portal and the open door,
stands the lonely legless man with his paramour.
He is singing silently
in the peace of night violently
a nocturnal sunrise
of miserly giving called nameless
absurdity.
With the stroke of midnight and the bells of high noon,
is the sunless side of a bright full moon
it's florescence darkens
paths blocked by people smartly
stupidly cunningly planned on
lush arid land in
absurdity.
In the quiet of the day is a cacophony
the most pleasant of uncoordinated harmonies
an insane, intense lullaby
that deafens silently softly
a song of shame haughtily
carries the same variation
of noise depravation for
absurdity.
Categories:
uncoordinated, confusion, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
As a new father I coached my little league son
He was clumsy and uncoordinated
Picked dandelions in the outfield
Watched bumble bees fly and hum
Would run to a grounder and watch it stop
pick it up to throw it but it would drop
He enjoyed his team mates for they were friends
He struck out more than hitting the ball
Funny thing was he would always run whether he did or not
How I wanted him to hit the ball so hard
Perhaps a grand- slam homerun for him and my heart
But the greatness was in him- he was part of the team
His greatest joy was afterwards
When we’d all go get ice-cream
Categories:
uncoordinated, father, funny, nostalgia, son,
Form:
Rhyme
What did i do wrong?
What did i do wrong
I ask myself
Is it a crime
I fell for you
What did i do wrong
I ask myself
Why dint you warn me
That you break heart
What did i do wrong
My heart is pumping
Did i push you too much
Please tell me...
What did i do wrong
Is it a crime
i fell you
I do love you
And you know it
Is my professing my love
The real wrong done
What did i do wrong
I do not know
And it hurts me
Cause days...
Without your voice
Has been an absurdist
existence.
What did i do wrong
Please i need to know
Because i have been
uncoordinated
Without your guidance
Thinking about what i did
Or did not do
Is freezing my heart
And its making my thoughts
disjointed
What did i do wrong
Thats all i ask
I know you owe me nothing
But please i plead
Let me know.
Categories:
uncoordinated, confusion
Form:
Blank verse
I reach into the attic of repressed memories
To vague dreams that could’ve been realised
That once seemed so vast and infinite
And all things possible and significant
To find a dusty disillusioned self portrait
Of how life’s been truly portrayed
Too gangly and uncoordinated to run
Introverted and deprived of fun
The starving kids in Ethiopia
I would grow to offer them a Utopia
A warm shelter and some clothes
An education and a bag of oats
When hunger hindered innocence’ play
Curable disease on their souls preyed
A great man wealthy and noble
Would rise to champion his people
Painting the dark continent brighter days
With love our greatest gift to the human race
And return some of it to orphans stolen by AIDS
When I become the President of the United States
08-20-2015
Contest:
Silent One's Childhood dreams
Categories:
uncoordinated, childhood, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
She wouldn't want to bore ya,
but there's something about Nora.
Things physical, not audi
fly away from her body,
Fail to nail the counter,
hit the deck all around her--
A zillion spills to mop up:
coffee grinds, egg shells, & catsup.
"Magnificent Uncoordinated
Movements," an old boyfriend said,
In and out of bed. Still, There
Was Something About Nora.
Categories:
uncoordinated, funny
Form:
Rhyme
What is self magnified, but life
longing an impossible dream,
a tickling of inner cravings
as the voice of imaged splendor,
wherewithal's purpose
flourished in veritable endeavors
of stylistic appropriations,
realistically mediating 'tween desire's
yearning amidst clouded vapors
dispersing recognition beyond
declarations of id's odyssey,
an ideal in ego's transformation
that which awakens
substantial sustenance
nourishing a spirited nature,
a psychic boon, abstruse or surreal
motivating individuality's
creative impulses
differentiating experience's of
uncoordinated instinctual trends
amid uniqueness of the ultimate animus,
'roused beyond mind-blowing intrinsic forces
Categories:
uncoordinated, motivation, muse, poetry, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
Tyrannical,
tourette-ical,
tic-tic-tic-tic-tocking,
twisting, tangling, tumbling,
the words tie in tight Gordian knots
trying to flee the faltering tongue
in a staggering, staccato rhythm,
sounds now chat, chat, chat, chattering
out of his mouth as unpredictable
and uncoordinated utterances;
as if, as if, as if, AS....IF
they were bubbles, popping
as they rise, rise
from the depths
of the sea.
Categories:
uncoordinated, abuse, bullying, fear, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
He's late
Or am I early
What time is it?
Can't see
The stars are uncoordinated.
Whose in charge?
What's with The mighty Mac wrappers
congregation?
Praying under the lamp post.
Nature's corpse,
Man's rubble,
Who won?
Stop thinking.
That's enough,
Never enough.
Gonna go;
Can't
Godot.
Fillet o fish;
Garlic mayonnaise.
Existence Is a annoyance
Feet hurt.
Toes to big. Or socks to thick.
That's enough;
It's never enough.
Double cheeseburgers,
With fries.
Nature's dead,
Cement Holocaust.
Let them follow.
Enough;
Gotta go
Can't;
Godot .
Categories:
uncoordinated, art,
Form:
Ages and Stages
What has happened through all the ages
And does it depend upon the stages
We are currently in or have been through
And how many germs on water pipes grew.
In a case they really did take the lead
For fresh, clean water was a stampede
And another thing that I should suppose.
No telling what it did to all their clothes.
After their out all had been falling
New, fresh water they started hauling
But by as all of the time had crept
How many may end up mentally inept.
Also a low tune they may sing
Once they see all of their off spring
They are not like victims of Columbine
Uncoordinated and can't walk a straight line.
Wonder what else is going to happen to
those poor kids let alone all of the adults.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
uncoordinated, sad,
Form:
Couplet
Milk
I try to pour myself a glass of milk
The milk thinks the counter is a glass
Notebook
I try to grab my notebook to write this now
The notebook slips down to the ground
Doorway
I try to walk through a doorway
What could go wrong?
My toe stubs the solid wall
Music!
Music can heal anything! Hey, it’s my favorite song!
I’m dancing and singing at the top of my lungs
The best part is coming up
Then right before the big chorus drop
My ears are magically too small
And to my delight, the earbuds fall
Toast!!
What is easier than toast?! Even I could manage that!
The toaster is opened and lo and behold
The bread is black as black
Nutella!!!
“Nutella can fix anything!” I thought
So I run to fetch my gold
I turn the nob then bam!
My head meets the corner, the sharpest corner in fact
Now my vision is blurry and a heart beats in my head
A doctor will be seen for that!
Categories:
uncoordinated, 11th grade, funny, health,
Form:
Free verse
She is so lovely and sweet
The sunny dress top shes wearing
Has me enthralled - unholy thoughts
Its over ten inches above the lovely knees
Its v shaped collar barely covering temptations
She has me so enchanted ensnared by her grace
She has my heart going crazy thoughts uncoordinated
I brace my self and ask for her cell number its obliged
Obliged with a heartwarming smile am almost tempted
To move in for the kill but i remember - unholy thoughts
To desire her is human and emotional ties may be so subtle
Yet they at times feel so right and the allure ever so tempting
But they catch one with the speed of a bullet.. love is for birds
Am bird watching and not hunting that's why am bidding my time
CODE 254
LKN
Categories:
uncoordinated, for her, innocence, introspection,
Form:
Blank verse
May be life was not meant for the uncoordinated.
I look at life through an open window,
Always careful not to fall out of order.
I skim the hems of walls I have created
And build myself a roof top.....
Just incase it rains.
Without hesitation I chase company away,
Only keeping mirrors of my unsolved sanity.
I look out in to the world through my transparent door
I alway wondered why that was,
but it saved me the trouble of ever opening it.
But now looking back I still ask my self
How was I able to live in my tiny umbrella house?
Anthea Ghobede.
Categories:
uncoordinated, depression, identity,
Form:
Blank verse
I have this wonderful bouquet of friends…all as different as night and day…
Some of my friends pray to their God…while others…to a different God they pray.
Some of my friends don’ t believe in God at all…can you imagine that!
Some of my friends are old, some young…some thin, some bald, some fat.
Some of my friends are uncoordinated…others are amazing athletes.
Some of my friends are messy…some of my friends are neat.
Some of my friends come from other countries…speak different languages…wear different dress.
Some of my friends have more money than me…and some, I imagine, have less
Some of my friends are different colors…read different books…watch different movies and TV…
Some of my friends love to soar across the sky…some love to sail the sea…
Some of my friends are married…some divorced…some are healthy some have allergies…
Some of my friends are alone…others have extended families.
Some of my friends love other friends who happen to be the same sex.
Some of my friends eat meat…some of my friends still write checks!
Some of my friends have changed who they are…and now feel happy, more relaxed and free…for they are now the people they were born to be.
I hope as I grow older…to welcome in new friends…
and I hope the world…one day…
will see the more varied and diverse our group of friends…
the more beautiful the bouquet.
Categories:
uncoordinated, friend, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Trump Sticks Out Like Sore Thumb
Trump sure sticks out like a sore thumb;
Not only that he did appear to be dumb;
Was uncoordinated;
By everyone hated;
Even bit tongue when chewing his gum.
Jim Horn
Categories:
uncoordinated, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick