Best Unhook Poems
A single red, heart-shaped balloon isn’t enough
So I splurge and buy fourteen adorned by cupid
I tie them to the chair of my beloved “Hot Stuff”
To think mere balloons might please him would be stupid
So I search and search for the grandest tea roses
His favorite warm colors are all blended in each
His desk they decorate in striking poses
Hope these will do the trick and his passion beseech
But then I remember his strong chocolate craving
Godiva treats I purchase and spare no expense
Set beside roses, surely he’ll be raving
He’ll be home in an hour; I can’t bear the suspense
When the door opens, I am wearing a teddy
The Valentine card he takes with a gloomy look
When he sees his desk, he wails, “Enough already!”
And he doesn’t even try my straps to unhook
How puzzled I feel when he says, “We have to talk”
No, he hadn’t forgotten this lovers’ holiday
Into his small closet he suggests we should walk
He seems so depressed; I’d expected a hooray
Piled high in the closet are all occasion gifts
Gaudy Christmas sweaters and tons of chocolate hearts
He can’t find his clothes and between us grows a rift
To sort through this maze, he would need a detailed chart
“Take all this stuff with you and please just leave my home
In fact, I’ll pay your expenses to relocate
And be sure to take that hideous garden gnome
Make it snappy, will you? I have a date at eight!”
*For Joyce’s “Emotional Response” contest
Categories:
unhook, funny, holidaychocolate,
Form:
Quatrain
There once was a bear
Who was loved for his shoes
To a girl he was gifted
Just her cuddly muse
On a once rainy day
With a shelter required
The brolly was shaken
To it's cover retired
Then a browse through the store
With her eyes shining bright
The gloss of his footwear
Caught a beam of the light
A flash and a sparkle
Was all that it took
So a friendship was forged
That no force could unhook
As they travelled together
Through the sun and the rain
Their companionship moulded
By life's tough terrain
So the girl became woman
Then a grandma and such..
The bear became gifted
And was loved, not so much
Then one day, for some reason
His world became dark
In the silence he longed
For the girl and her spark
After years it seemed, waiting
One day it occurred
There was light and a voice
Of encouraging word
"I love him", she said
And he knew it was true
Despite fur slightly flattened
Or less sparkly shoe
He remembered way back
To the dusty old shop
Once that love lives inside you
It's a heart that won't stop
Categories:
unhook, friendship, soulmate, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
We need to send a message for Washington to hear
We need to make a statement and make it loud and clear
Leave rigs double parked in every town
Come on truckers. Shut it down
Block the highways. Set your course.
Show our politicians a united force
Politicians! While you're kissing babies remember this
We've got something you can kiss
We wanted a leader. We got a clown.
So let's go truckers. Shut it down.
It is time to start sending a message to our OPEC owned and
operated congresss. If you can't stop the oil gougiing prices, we can stop the
entire country. What happens if the last of the American cowboys, the truck
drivers, unite? If they double park their rigs on the interstates all over the country,
unhook them and leave them there? These guys are getting shafted by the same
people who subsidize airlines so the executives can milk the living hell out of it.
Meanwhile, not only the independent, but any small trucking company can't afford
to stay in business. It is time to shut it down
Categories:
unhook, political, social, time,
Form:
Rhyme
fishing excitement great,
landing one is fun,
to the water I must go,
~*~
on the bank I do stand,
baiting my hook and casting the pole,
watching for line dance,
~*~
moments of time tick,
awaiting a fish to bite,
fishing pole jerking,
~*~
pulling to set the hook,
the fishing line is pulling my drag,
excitement flows,
~*~
seeing the big fish swimming,
pulling it to the waters edge,
grab the fish to unhook,
~*~
pushing the stringer through,
wonderful fish finally caught,
to the pan he goes so tasty,
Categories:
unhook, adventure, animals, food, sea,
Form:
Haiku
4:00 AM time to check the trot-lines.
Catfish and turtles strung out deep in the muddy waters
We would string the lines from cypress trees across a channel
And mark them with fluorescent tape so we knew which ones were ours
In the early morning we would get up and drink coffee and pee
Then head down to the boats to make the rounds
Sleepy but excited about what we might find had taken our bait
Once in the boat we would traverse the cypress tress and stumps just below the water
And find our lines
With headlights we would shine down into the water as mosquitoes and gnats floated around our heads
My brother would be in the front of the boat pulling up the line.
I would sit in the middle ready to unhook whatever we pulled from the depths of the murky water.
The old man was in the back keeping the boat afloat and calling the shots. He had grown up in the bayous of South Louisiana and knew ropes.
Sometimes we pulled blue channel cats that weighed in at 40 pound other times a soft shell turtle. No matter we would eat them all.
After we had hauled in our catch we would turn of the night-lights and drift for a while in the night and gaze upon the stars.
Gods gift to all of us for being up so early.
There were fewer lights back then and you could see the stars piercing the night like a needle.
I never forgot those nights.
And yes I ate turtle. At my house you ate what was put on your plate. McDonalds didn’t exist to my father. You gathered and you ate what God gave you.
You can’t always get what you want. But you get what you need.
Categories:
unhook, life,
Form:
Narrative
When you want to get me in the mood
You strip down to just your boxer shorts
Tell me that I look so hot tonight
Then strike poses of various sorts.
Sometimes I could almost laugh out loud
We have been married for thirty years
You'd think you would know to drop my pants
You need to entirely switch your gears!
Do the dishes for only one night
You will be my most studly old man.
Run the vacuum, dust, or cook a meal,
I will gladly do you in our van!!!
I find it funny that you can hear
My bra unhook from way down the street
But you can't hear a child crying
When right underneath your own two feet!!!
You want me to wear some lingerie
And act like a dancer at a club?
But all I think is that’s one more piece
Of dirty laundry in the wash tub!!
So here it is, my sweet other half
So efforts are no longer thwarted:
Get off your rear end, take out the trash
That's sexy, and will be rewarded!!!
Revised November 17, 2018
Categories:
unhook, funny, giggle, marriage, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
Father Christmas is in the night sky his sleigh and reindeer a silhouette in the moonlight,
He has traveled all over the world to lavish his presents to small sleeping children,
A family has retired and left a mince pie and some sherry, the little ones dreaming,
Mr. Christmas climes up and down chimneys leaving special gifts it is a magical time.
Earlier on this Christmas Eve, many excited little children on their little tippy toes,
Straining to place their stocking high on the front room wall away from nosy grey rats,
Some scarcely reach higher than these rats, frantic that sweets will have bites in them
Older brothers and sisters unhook the stockings and pin them higher up, out of the way
Mother has sat them round a table and coaxed them off to their beds earlier than usual,
Told them all about the story of Christmas and why it is such an important special day,
They sat there wide eyed listening to every word the very young not understanding it all,
There faces rosy from the heat of a yule log burning in the hearth and everything quiet.
They understand that Father Christmas only visits very good and well behaved children,
And the children feel guilty as they cast their mind back over the last very long year,
The children find it hard to hold their tongues hoping Father Christmas won't ride past,
And that if they go to bed without any moaning and go to sleep early he will be very kind.
Laying in their beds can they hear the the sound of whistles, penny-trumpets and drums,
They squeeze their eyes shut tight, just in case it is Father Christmas flying nearby,
A wind blows the downstairs door could that be the reindeer's and the sleigh flying past,
Gradually they tire and one by one drop into a deep sleep the sort only known by children.
In their sweetest dreams they hear the cries of dolls, singing wooden birds, gold ribbons,
The ticking of pewter watches looked at by the rag dolls, toy soldiers guarding oranges,
They are asleep and so very happy the emblems of innocence, at peace on this Christmas Eve,
And when the morning finally comes they are loaded with beautiful gifts it's Christmas Day.
Categories:
unhook, history, children, christmas, father,
Form:
Prose Poetry
THANK YOU MISS MADDY
Maddy baked some cookies,
She shared a few with us.
When we took a little taste
We got a full flavor rush.
For hidden in those cookies
Buried away down deep
We found some flavor chips
A great big giant heap.
There were many different kinds
A virtual rainbow of rich flavors.
Each one seemed a favorite
My sweet tooth often savors.
But have I mentioned the size
Of these tasty, giant hub caps.
You can’t eat a whole one
Or they’ll begin to play taps.
We found it best to break it up
Sharing each one with a friend
Or you might simple burst
Before you reach its end.
So here’s a “Hats off”
To our new family cook.
If she keeps this up,
I’ll need my belt to unhook.
Thank you Miss Maddy
For sharing them with us.
As you practice techniques.
You’ll make extra, we trust. :o)
Grumpy & grandmaKarren
Written by oldbuck, Nov9,2015
After one of his granddaughters
Shared her first batch of cookies.
Categories:
unhook, granddaughter, growing up, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Among all beast from the Far East
This leopard is the beast of the east
He is so swift with clappers and claws
Claws that joy in breaking jaws
In or out of the many land laws
When you see him in a fare hunt he never withdraws
Until he gets his full fair share in the air,
However rare,
Flesh of his hare,
His portion and share
With all strength and broad length
He sets his priority in the dark though bright
Because he needs them right without a slight "fight"
He moves and writes women’s plight
At heart as he suppresses his might
Watch him on the telly
His steps are welly
As he faces his in-laws with his tail under-the-belly
Do you wonder?
Yes, you ponder and wonder
How this leopard can ever be shy
Of cause it isn't a lie
He never looks up in the sky
As he faces his mother-in-law for a bride!
This leopard needs a ride
He will no longer hide
But slide and glide
To meet his in-laws
Though slow, to glow and follow
His bride on the other side
To unhook his bide through good guide
On the other side of the site and sight so wide
Categories:
unhook, bridal shower, husband, irony,
Form:
Rhyme
The first poem
I am a woman in mid life now.
finding myself pensive and reflective.
Working in my flower garden
on a sunny Sunday morning.
Then a poem pulls up in the driveway.
Driving a red mustang convertible.
I remember this car.
And this beautiful poem.
It wants me to unbutton my shirt
and unhook my bra.
I sit in the still familiar back seat.
The poem recites it's soft downy words.
The ones from a lifetime past.
I notice I have taken
all my clothes off for this poem.
I look like a white pale statue.
I notice the reflection
of my naked self.
so desirable so hot.
I still have it I feel it
I know it.
Afterwards
the poem and I
talk of Forevers
and marraige
and other untruths
Categories:
unhook, age, beautiful, car, life,
Form:
Alliteration
A page is nothing without a word.
Urge the verb.
UNHOOK THE LATCH.
Set the tenses ABLAZE.
Get the NERVE.
TO OBSERVE. THE FURY OF THE FLURRY.
Allow THE MINGLE.
Build the FENCES THAT CONNECT THE
SENSES.
BREAKDOWN
BUILD SETS OF WORDS.
SEND TENSES TO SENTENCES.
HENCE
COMMANDING AND STRIKING AFFAIRS OF
IDEAS.
ABOVE ALL FEED THE MOTION WHICH
PRODUCES THE URGE, WITH FUEL.
A WORD.
Categories:
unhook, character, creation,
Form:
Light Verse
Take a call and bring
the upside down.
The desire becomes supreme.
Are you going to redeem
for the lost empire ?
A musk deer will start
the scent-marking.
This was the price of
insecurity in the mob.
Unhook the wounds.
Life will give you
a new pretext to die.
It was an ordinary name.
No prefix and no frills.
You were ready to become anonymous.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unhook, art,
Form:
ABC
With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form
tiny fingers picking a squirmy little worm
a beautifully presented live dinner bait
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.
Categories:
unhook, adventure, food, nature
Form:
Rhyme
The year without Santa has a special twist,
He caught a cold from giving a kiss.
He coughed and sneezed,
Cussed his runny nose,
He put on wool socks to warm his cold toes.
He lied in bed coughing and hacking,
While his wife set beside him telling stories and yacking.
No presents this year for the little kids,
Candy in stockings coals to get rid.
No flying around from house to house,
Old Santa was sick from kissing that mouse!
No cookies or milk,
Crumbs left behind,
No more merry Christmas hello or goodbye.
Unhook all the reindeer,
Lay off the elves,
Put the toys on hold,
And back on them shelves.
No Santa this year,
For Santa is sick,
Christmas is cancelled
And went by quick.
Santa won’t fly as he lies in bed,
Let’s hope and pray he don’t wind up dead!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
unhook, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
when someone says you need to forgive someone for something
that does not mean you are saying what they did was okay
when they tell you to just let it go,unhook the anchor...
they mean for you,not for them,see a better day
you are giving someone power,when you let them affect your life to that extent
so forgive someone for YOUR own sake,actually DOES make sense
you hear alot of cliche' things,especially growing up like i did
but at the end of the day,i refuse to let them be that big
the creepy man that scarred you for life,or maybe an abusive husband
the girl that plays mindgames with the good man that's in love with her
that mother who let the stepfather abuse you cause' she "loved him"
or the father that drank and said nothing but "okay" and "sure"
no matter what your situation,you must forgive them promptly
you must forgive them for you,not for them,this doesn't mean it wont be rocky
it's hard to forgive, but its even harder to forget
but if you hold onto these grudges you will regret
you will become a bitter human being,with tons of exhausting baggage
thinking about these things and re-feeling them will run you ragged
trust me,i've lived it
im trying to fix it
im not perfect,im only human
but im trying at least,to remove it
let it go.
unhook the anchor.
let it go.
unhook it from your ankle.
Categories:
unhook, confusion, depression, fear, forgiveness,
Form:
ABC