Best Unlikely Poems
The unlikely alliance
for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..
Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.
I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how I yearn for truth
Unlikely
this romance between
Miss Cricket
and stodgy
Buddy Biddle, so stagnant
set in his ways, stuck
While Cricket
eighty-nine years young
dances rings
around him
full of impish energy
mischievous antics
He proposed
but Miss Cricket won't
marry him
knows better
she's outlived countless lovers
and won't be tied down
She's having
way too much fun- so
fancy-free
no one to
boss her, tell her what to do
woman on the loose
Anyway
he's too old for her
'though only
eighty-four
he can't keep up or begin
to understand her
And he has
hang-ups about sex
proper, prim
prudish ways
appalled at her passionate
kisses, advances
Waggish grin
wild, irreverent
she enjoys
shocking him
with outlandish behavior
incorrigible
Some days he
says he can't take it
she's too much
gone too far
with her pranks- but he gets so
lonely without her
And 'though he
hates to admit it
life is dull
without her
she makes things interesting
by being herself
(NOTE: Although I listed this as a Free Verse, it is actually in Shadorma form...)
Note about the poem: I am 10 and this is my first time writing a poem. This is about making a friendship with a dragon. I got my inspiration from the movie "How to Train your Dragon".
Those spiky scales across your back;
You walked along my ridged path.
I hid to watch your fierce attack.
You never placed, on me, your wrath.
You stepped up to my trembling hand.
My heart raced fast as you drew near.
You picked me up, we gently land.
That moment that surceased my fear.
I never thought that this could be;
You’d be the one whom I adore.
A dragon that cares about me;
And we will be forevermore.
As a young girl, my innocence was
taken away from me.
I was defiled by someone who was
supposed to love me.
It went on for years until I screamed
no more.
The one-act caused me to hate myself
through and through.
I didn't love me, how could I, I thought
I was unlovable.
For years I held my head down in shame.
I was suicidal; In hindsight, I didn't want
to die, I wanted the intense pain to end.
I walked around with unforgiveness. I felt
like I had a right to have it,
My abuser deserved all of all the hate
and unforgiveness that I had for him.
He had done me wrong, and it was ok
for me to hate him.
The problem with holding unforgiveness
in your heart is, it's like cancer to your
soul.
It consumed my entire being, and it held
me as a prisoner.
It was no way to live, and I wanted to be
set free.
Forgiving my perpetrator was the key
that set me free.
When I did, I experienced true healing.
Do I condone what he did? Of course
not. Forgiving was more about me
and not him.
Forgiving him was so liberating; That
I found myself and was able to love
and accept me, flaws and all.
Inspired by The Forgiveness contest
05/23/2021
An Unlikely Pair
Two animals were flying through the trees.
Happily singing were they, a bird and a bee.
Effervescently fluttering like magic fairies.
Before the sun had risen very high,
Iridescent wings beneath the sky
Raising their bodies each one spry.
Delighted wafting on the wind two fly.
Soaring as new heights they defy.
An adventure shared by an unlikely pair.
Nevertheless, an implausible friendship was in the air.
Dipping, diving, buzzing and chirping with flare.
Together enjoying all that nature had to offer.
Hummer was a princess and Tweedy a bachelor.
Eagerly, they explored excited by love’s flicker.
Before long, they were talking about birds loving bees.
Everybody knows that bees do not marry birdies.
Each one wanted to know more about the birds and the bees.
Since the subject is touchy…they flew home and asked their mommies.
© August 8, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Friend, find solace next to me.
Let me be a warm embrace.
Share your troubles and be free.
Our silver linings, we shall trace.
Let me be a warm embrace
when your sorrows chill to bone.
Our silver linings, we shall trace,
your tattered heart, together sewn.
When your sorrows chill to bone,
come rest your cheek upon my wing.
Your tattered heart, together sewn -
an angel’s feathers, I shall bring.
Come rest your cheek upon my wing,
share your troubles and be free.
An angel’s feathers, I shall bring.
Friend, find solace next to me.
written 5/15/20 for
Pantoum Rhyme and Personification Contest
Picture #3
With a rough tug.
Pain transcends through my body,
Like an angry hurricane.
A black hideous mark.
A trace of recurring agony.
Left permanently to remind me.
Falling to the floor.
A thud to my sides.
A soft cry of hurt and laughter.
A swollen limb.
Marks the end of every day.
Sleeping on a pill eases the pain.
Dear sprained ankle.
I’m tired and it’s been long
Can we end this tug of war? I want to dance freely again.
© Herzel Poshiwa
I was wondering what you thought of me
Because lately I've been wondering such
I don't recognize that girl in the mirror
It's not the same feel nor touch
Her face, once defined by purple-ish lines
Is unrecognizable behind her mask
And trying to stay in loved ones lives
Has proved too difficult a task
People here love me for who I am
And I guess I've never noticed before
Here I am happy, here I can fly
There I was always down on the floor
I was wondering whether you saw the mask
As I rush it on each day
And whether you see the evil in me
That so often pushes away
When you see me smile do you see a tear?
Do you see the agony behind?
I know you hardly know this girl
But please take my hand and find
That we are not so different now
Even though our pasts aren't one
My eyes see sadness glistening in yours
We both deserve innocent fun
I was wondering what you thought of me
Because i'd like to make a difference now
I want to make you smile too
But I need you to tell me how
I was wondering why this was happening
But it seems to be for the best
I don't know this girl in the mirror
But you seem to know all the rest.
Seperate generations of loyal fans
music charisma outstanding bands
king of rock....king of pop
Elvis and Michael were #1 chart tops...
Both had a flare for entertaining
all the girls screamed their daydreaming
gyrostyle hips with moonwalking bluesuede shoes
both still selling music and still in the news,
...deader than dead,worth more dead than alive
don't stop 'till you get enuff,Elvis lives! don't believe the hype...
Here's the coincidence without all the poking fun,
king of pop...king of rock n' roll
both gonna make more money dead than alive
both ended their careers and lives with prescription drugs
....Michael married Elvis' daughter too boot...
i wonder if there will ever be a pair like them again?
If 'tis a fright, you so desire
Then I shall give thee words most dire
It's of a group that's filled with ire
Towards the common thrift-shop buyer
For what these shoppers do admire
Is lower cost, and not these higher
Prices that plague the attire
Of this group we deem a liar
Behold, the brand name clothing supplier!
I longed for a love pure like driven snow,
untouched and vestal in the spring years to come;
the years came, and were gone until my woe
over love now lost filled my present autumn.
Virgin, and never a princess have I met,
or rustic maid with whom to spend a night;
I dwelled in solitude with great regret,
for Eros and young love were not my right.
Still young and fresh, and naïve and innocent,
stained by concupiscence ever the least,
I cast'd aside my youth's indecent bent;
and lived my life as if I were a priest.
Now old and bootless, without lust's searing fire,
I've never pierced the tunnel of desire.
zoologist richard gale
meets an old thief reading braille
demanding he steal
an elephant seal
instead rich gets a narwhal.
She could not sew a stitch
In her wiring a glitch
Perfect stitching he didn't miss
She~a good business head
He's gifted knows good thread
Amour now does exist
A wedding in their plans
Soon a gold wedding band
Differences makes for bliss
Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The Balassi Stanza Contest
Written: December 01, 2013
Balassi Stanza Form
Some say men give you sanctuary
others deem them sedimentary.
My cousin claims they’re alive to cheat
anyone and everyone that they meet.
Yet some can’t help but fall in love
saying he was their match; the other glove.
Some blame the syllables of adoration muttered in their ear
or the TV for unveiling marriage without fear.
Whether men are thought wonderful or wild
I possess one with a mild
temper, who’s been with me for fifteen years
we don’t grasp each other’s hands or even kiss
believed by some to be a couple’s bliss.
Yet if sorrow haunts me
or if tears grace the floor,
he is forever there to adore.
Instead, I enjoy stroking his hair,
as we lounge by the fire without a care.
His interests involve watching birds flutter about
outside in the lawn, where he’d enjoy getting out.
I chose him, yet he chose me
sat upon my lap, the rest was history.
I know upon him my heart is set
he isn’t employed, but on me he’s spent
a thousand purrs and mews of hello,
and unwavering trust enough to know
that I will always provide for and care
for my trusted feline companion…
I know he’ll always be there.
Crimson lilies
And Green roses.
Roasted chocolate
And crispy juice.
Happy couples
And me and you.