Best Ungracefully Poems
Lord, have mercy! Who is that in the mirror I view?
That can't be me with the gray-haired hue!
Seems only yesterday I was a jaunty thirty-five,
Now, I'm reminded that I'm nearing seventy-five!
What are those brown spots on my hands and face?
On top of my pate, I observe a sizeable bald space.
To further deflate my ego, I wear a pair of specs.
Alas, I'm rapidly becoming one of those mortal wrecks!
My teeth grin at me from a glass on the table,
And I have a cane handy to keep me stable.
In the morning as I arise I detect a creak.
Is that the bed springs or my bones making that squeak?
In church I must occupy the very front pew.
From the rear the preacher's words are hard to construe.
It takes me more time to shuffle around the block.
After all, I'm no longer a twenty-five year old jock!
Sometimes I feel as if I'm falling apart,
But thankfully there are docs, their services to impart,
And if they can manage to keep me all patched up,
I'll get around, thank you, as well as any young pup!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
ungracefully, funnyme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Shadows seeking solitude
sunlight filters fleeting dream
soft endless kisses
are more real than they seem
Awake but still in the stillness
missing moments long past
through stained glass windows
smiles seldom forever last
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
In bits of laughter loved
from the orchard dripped
ripe hints of heaven
I ungracefully tripped
Broken arrows slightly felt
but deflected just enough
where pain laid low
magically I remained tough
Lost and found but still around
hidden in the lyrics down low
under guise of star struck eyes
the whispers still somehow show
Dusty records skipping with
every floor board squeak
dancing my way ever closer
nearer your soul to peek
Falling in deep a sweet melody
when you're ready I'll be
awaiting upon your dance floor
for you to fall into me
Waltzing slowly
uninterrupted
just you
just me
Categories:
ungracefully, dance, love,
Form:
Lyric
Invisible predators steal my soul
taking me to a bowl of stale potato chips
dunking me down beneath the cigarette butts
That were not ever well-hidden in the bottom
Plunking me down firmly with their beady
little hands and their alien eyes. Laughing maniacally
while I thrash around, trying to get free
Then they grab me up having a better idea
And plunk me face down, bound but not gagged,
Which would have been invariably better,
into a smallish bowl of cold, half-eaten oatmeal.
I die ungracefully, and irritated.
Categories:
ungracefully, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
OLD, AS IN OLD BLACK JOE
Like me
Don’t you see?
He was old
With no place to go
Old black Joe
with his old banjo
Old boots
and a very old belt
Old Black Joe was old as he felt
Withered
Weathered
Wearied
Worried
And waiting
Impatiently
Ungracefully
Ungratefully
Ungraciously
Yet he was prepared
Old Black Joe and pity paired
As into the sun he stared
Looking toward the sky
As he wondered why
Understanding that he had no choice
As dissatisfaction would deem his voice
Old Black Joe was shaken
Forsaken
And awakened to what is real
As old as fear made him feel
Unable to heal
Not fearing his last miniscule meal
Yet unwilling to kneel
Wizened to what weariness can steal
Old black Joe was callous
never cautious
Cantankerous
Caustic
And callously cold
Like me,
Don’t you see?
Old black Joe was old
Oh so old
Withered, wearied, weathered and wan
And now Old Black Joe is gone
©2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
Categories:
ungracefully, angst, old, old,
Form:
Monorhyme
A mess inside out
From head to toe
Her boat, afloat
But refuses to go
A dime piece if she tries
But prep, a bore
Hops in the car
Her purse by the door
Cruising the highway
Radio blaring
Singing ungracefully
People staring
Can't paint a picture
Or tie a decent bow
But something about literature
Gives her a glow
She will write about the moon
And it's many craters
From midnight till noon
A word generator
Painting pictures with words
Building bridges with thought
Most remain unheard
For listeners, she's sought
It doesn't pay the mortgage
Or dress the table
But it gives her an edge
And she is mentally able
God gave her this passion
There must be reason
So she'll use her ration
And wait for her season
Categories:
ungracefully, me, poetess, writing, ,
Form:
Free verse
A hazy sunshine fills the empty room
The light creating a mixture of
serene fog and dancing rays
A figure forms in the haze
floating on air
and holding a staff with a golden head
It waves the fog around into
rainbow-coloured circles
Some small, some big
All concentric
and encasing two shapes
They radiate a lenitive breeze
and the scent of roses
I hear a slight rhythm
emanating from its edges
consuming all air in the room
My lips fall dry,
then moisten
with a cinnamon taste
My body quakes
My teeth beat together
ungracefully
Stricken by terror and
expectance at once
I can feel the tightness around my waist
as the two shapes embrace
as if caught in the hollow warmth
between them
Trickles of sweat
run between my eyes
severing the rays
Bird calls ring through
and start lining into inaudible verses
My heart races and I start to quiver
I’m blind, and deaf
and covered by a warm sheath
Tell me, my love
Do you feel it too?
Categories:
ungracefully, fantasy, imagination, kiss, love,
Form:
Imagism
You are angst poetry
played on the strings
of an untuned guitar
A smokers cough cord
that grinds like grit in a turbine
Clumsy fingers that slip
ungracefully on the flimsy stretched nylon
A coffee percolating flow
of words I do not know
A language of sophisticated agony
the core of your existence
is wretched from your gut
through the microphone
when my sense are filled with the crudity of your song,
I can feel the pain,
more than words,
you are the poetry that you perform
Categories:
ungracefully, angst, character, guitar, music,
Form:
Free verse
Crappy, crepey skin
What a shape I'm in
Is it inherited though
Watch out daughters for
The warning signs or
It will slip up on you so
Fast as speeding car
Superman by far
Get on it keep it at bay
Whom am I kidding
There is no ridding
Age comes and steals youth away
Categories:
ungracefully, age,
Form:
Rhyme
~~A chess match is an opaque mirror into societal clash
slippery rules and taboos playing upon a checkered past
balcony kings and queens glaring down on the lower caste.
Ramparts buttressing crooked flanks, serfs in the murky front
devouring dirt, taking the brunt of many skirmishes to come.
Senators riding sky horses, gliding so high above the fight
neighing nonsense -fanning their brand of hell fire lies.
Speedy tongued bishops blitzing on the slanted slide
in our faces, showcasing only the wrongs of our lives.
Black and white toppling ungracefully to the side.
Flimsy smiles and flint handshakes without dialogue
another fiery stalemate on the blazing horizon~~
Categories:
ungracefully, america, society,
Form:
Free verse
~Be Dazzling~
Who wants to grow old?
Shivering alone, in the cold,
Beneath an old oak tree?
Not my bag of tea.
Refusing to age, so ungracefully,
Don shoes, gold,with straps,
A beautiful magenta dress, perhaps?
Sparkling jade necklaces that glitter.
Auburn tresses that equally shimmer.
Setting a man's soul...aquiver!
Panagiota Romios
4/5/2019
10 lines, 5 words, Rhyme Iii Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Categories:
ungracefully, age, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
Dreaming for the lack of scheming
Wish there was another day.
They all add up for one tomorrow,
That I’d give too much to see today.
Wish I’d known sooner,
All my people would wash away.
And not given such a large part of my heart,
To the ones to close to home to fade.
I thought there was a cause,
But you were just making me stronger,
So I would last under the pressure,
Add flavor to the cards I play.
Spice in all my thoughts,
They prey upon me.
Often now the path don’t wrong me.
Now isn’t that a change,
You can spit
But can you play the game?
Or are you wild, weak, and ungracefully tamed.
Who made you boss?
Even over yourself,
You say you know everything.
Then you don’t know your own wealth.
The time has begun
To drop your possessions and run.
Beautify the society
The world has turned time again
And don’t just stop,
Cause your out or your inn.
Categories:
ungracefully, life, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Skirt hiked up
legs ungracefully spread
inviting.
Between those limbs, chords darken
where pale angels go blind.
A deep ewer of sound
pours from palpating fingers.
While her other hand
strokes the pulse of a
sonorant beast
carved from lava.
Her body croons
wrists cuffed to the music,
closed eyes
bathe naked in dark pools.
A depth climbs to a tree top
yet the music
is still the lowest place on earth.
I am nudged into her
by the sweep of her arm,
the weeping intensity
of her shoulders.
The cantabile purse
of her open lips.
There is no place to be
other than inside
the voice of her cello,
skull drumming
to a spiccato cadence,
as her bow softly taps
on the strung spine
of a bruised sorrow.
Categories:
ungracefully, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
When two persons severely fight
Using vitriolic language angrily
Our mind is terribly poisoned
As our mood goes feebly astray
The shouts resemble cacophony
A tremor happens in our stomach
Our blood pressure shoots up
Though they do not fight with us
They criticize highly ungracefully
Sending thunder and violent storm
Our emotions are turning weak
Our mood is slowly going rotten
As a result of the created chaos
We are unable to decide clearly
Who is right and who is wrong
As confusion rules here supreme
Our work is hindered very badly
We feel dejected due to noise
They are making ugly the scene
By not coming to proper terms
We may mediate or get out
Or even keep absolutely calm
But, something must be done
To restore normalcy for peace
We can pacify both via a try
Tell each other all fine points
Which both of them possess
This may make them think
By understanding each other
We can aim for a compromise
By giving a convincing word
We can cajole each finely
Owing to our kindest approach
Both may muse with wisdom
And sit down to do analysis
Peace of mind will then settle
Surely we can win their hearts
By using deepest affection nicely
We can alter their heated minds
Only by using holy gentleness
Let us make the World unite
Let all souls live with hope
We can sit to talk or just quit
Love is a tool, use it with wit.
Categories:
ungracefully, anger, bereavement, conflict, heartbroken,
Form:
Blank verse
(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
boot not worth reap peat ting).
up in the air
mine barrel sized girth
sloshes with cheap beer
wishing many strangers
happy holidays and good cheer
making me suitable
as santa claus and his team of rein deer
chewing gum to avoid
popping in both left and right ear
yet the rickety sleigh
may not become air borne I fear
landing ungracefully
scattering presents and gear
if wooden contraption alights,
a horrendous crash many will hear
no doubt instigating
children and adults to jeer
comparing this jolly fellow to king lear
yet running for the hills
as this mad man gets considerably near
the madding crowd,
who expected a more
healthy saint nick to a pear
with healthy physique
instead of the trademark outsize rear
which cause for observers
to guffaw and sneer
whereby my trademark suit
will seemingly tear
and reveal that this clown
wears frilly under wear
prompting me to avoid
accepting this role for next year.
Categories:
ungracefully, 11th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
Going back home is a sad thing
everyone aging ungracefully
the family dog is long dead
they saved her purple collar
the one with the tiny bell
that's still ringing in everyone's head.
Weeds and devils claw creeping
silently around the periphery
of a worn out property
old bitters bursting out
so easily-so violently.
It used to be refreshing to visit
now I can't wait to leave
Going back home
used to be a spray of
minty green
now it's a withered up
gray thing waiting for the end.
Categories:
ungracefully, age, home,
Form:
Free verse