Best Up And Down Poems
Today is nothing but today.
Tomorrow is a day forced in my way.
Today is a romance embraced.
Tomorrow I’ll be in the right place.
Can you tell I’m up and down?
Can you see my smile frown?
Can you tell me I’ll be alright?
Can you see my joy tonight?
I feel lost and out of reach,
I feel laughter in my speech,
I feel relief when I use my pen,
I feel sad, then write again.
What if the sky was never blue?
What if I had never met you?
What if my happiness grew?
What am I supposed to do?
Is it normal to feel high then low?
Is it normal to come then go?
Is it normal to have joy in pain?
Is it normal to have a clean stain?
The truth is I need to feel good
The truth is I usually should
The truth is my pink is brown
The truth is I’m heightened down
-Laura Loo
Travel
Does not change theme
Up and down, we go far
Coming back from where we began
Need Map
©Holly P. Moore
December 2012
Go down,
To come up,
Like Down loading,
To update!
Drops of floral grace
Dancing across the velds while
the rest stay perched above
Your love for me came out of the blue
It was an early falls mourning
And for what you said I had little warning
I ran from your words, I ran from you
Consciousness dancing its way across the ceiling
For you I had more than feelings
Telling myself that only if God willing
Caught in my own thoughts about lives dealings
Hoping the door would open when I got to it
My stomach aching like I was having a fit
All things inside of me fell into an open pit
Caught within your sites and my answer might of gotten me hit
I had to run and hide
I was turning into knots inside
Wishing my spirit to take flight
I was left here standing and I had to fight
Hiding I was already in love there was no decision
Then I felt my brain go off on its own a get away mission
Caught there with only my feelings
And my acquaintances with love left my mind fizzin
Of being stuck in my own vision
About negligence and loves killins
And it was all I could do
Was fall down and stay up by kneeling
UP AND DOWN
Playing with my friends in chill air,
Skipping with my sister with a broken teeth,
Jumping with my brother with a broken leg,
Cooking with my mother with a burnt finger,
Climbing a tree with a broken leg,
Chasing with my father for my mischief,
But still, as a child, all I know
Is to forget and re-try.
I have a mind to play with my friends,
I have a leg to jump with my brother,
I have a finger to cook with my mother,
I have a head to climb trees,
But oh! What stops me ??
Alas! I don’t have a heart,
That feels free to be my own.
I wish I were a child again.
Age is
Just a Parcel
At teenage we were dates
By gray days we fade wear away
You are
A package and will get broken
Someday up the golden
Staircase falling
Backwards
3/5/2020
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Children
huddled deep
beneath
parachute,
snicker.
A summer
festive
uplifting
fun game!
They sing, jump
ran round
rosy red.
Quite good
friends gather.
All fall down.
5/4/2019
Children Story
15 lines long
syllable count
2 3 2 3 2,
3 2 3 2,
3 2 3,
2 3,
3
Found where you are now and then
High again and it’s rough, straight up
Sit and say what the hell, tonight
When it is good, it’s good for now
But when the trail’s gone, I’ve gone
Found another way today, in the backyard
Guilty of love, I punish myself, endlessly
Your needs only have to be pure
What succeeds is our role on stage
Nobody knows the damage I wear
Finding solace in you I move into you
Notice your face again in dismay
Where will the words fall again now
Only my lonely high will ever know
with each passing day I walk a long way of sorrow
knowing there is no other life to borrow
seeing the world through the eyes of the unseen
drifting past with a brightened beam
I feel my own envy closing in
this life of a depressed downward spin
I'm crushed under the weight of it all
will this be the last time of my undying fall
swaying like waves in the sea
I wonder in my heart if this is the real me
unraveling my ties
pacing towards my own demise
struggling for the light of day
or is the darkness forever will I stay
I see no end
is my path an obscured trend
I loathe the outside world
it sits on an axis while being twirled
all is worry but alas no hope
I'm falling down my last steep slope
There's only one part to Heaven
And seven parts to Hell
A thousand kinds of demon
And one kind of angel
There's no room in the Underworld
So Purgatory was made
There's a billion kinds of sinner
And a hundred kinds of saint
Virtue is it's own reward
But Gluttony is fruitful
Wrath will get you what you want
And Chastity's untruthful
Purity is fine for some
And undoubtedly less bad
But Lust and Greed is twice as fun
And only half as hard
There's only one part to Heaven
And seven parts to Hell
There's a reason why Mankind
Chose Virtue to dispel.
Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to share in this effort with a grateful and ever-gracious gusto!
Yes, fond are these memories running parallel with the truth, but to have loved, just once. Though I would want this again, our Creator in His Goodness, tells me not to worry. His goodness is with all of us on this journey.
Because my faith is hopeful and honest and so is fate.
Propitious the rondos' end-bold in their generous concatenation. Yes; frilly whirlwind June bugs caught up all about us flopping around in their daily dallying, teasing, and toying all around and again waylaying around way to way infinitely, have left me rather intrigued.
As the many shimmering Trout billowing up soaring about aloft and afoot each sometimes a foot and a half or two above the waters under the clear skies above us fall back down into the surface to try and catch them as the shadows floundering, and floating around ever gingerly, and ever-swiftly now all aloft within their effort to greet the Sun, and; the Son; cast their jest of all of this effort upon Jamie and me. Yes, and so in their haste to catch a little glips at a meal, out fly fishing under the full moon so bright a part of the glimmering stars with little Jamie now I have faith enough to know, with our Creator being in charge of all our blessings; and luck! One or two maybe three Trout they'll soon be in our buckets tied up hugging the shore there for breakfast.
But still and yet with no bait. To pick up one, then even several more a floating bug, to tie them up as the bugs themselves I know too now follow after a purpose. Yes, this would be to bring, a sweet, honeysuckle to the Trout; and to be as faithful give to all one a taste as fresh a Love Everlasting.
To live I would die to uphold them in their prominence, given the opportunity of this challenge. Because if it all is still a challenge for my faith to embrace the elements and apparent facts; knowing that fate always provides another opportunity; my faith is humbled. Because my faith I know today is as honest as what it follows after, now, here and hereafter.
The idea that you would stay is ubsrud.
Your true ways I didn't see before... are wrong.
Now I'm not being left behind...
I'm leaving you behind...
Good-bye, bad-guy.
And don't come back,
Or your gonna have a broken nose...
To match your up and down broken heart.
5/6/17
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Sayonara
You are a
Goner
From here to yonder
The most potential ever seen
You could achieve
Anything if you believe
And follow through on your dreams
Below stained glass window panes
Covered in drops from the rain
It all went down the drain
On the very same day
In such a strange way
Don't need a heart of coal
To reach your goals
Use more than your soul
And stay in full control
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
Raise the roof
And keep speaking the truth
By: Dalton Ogletree
Life charges up and down hills so fast
One day you are biting your cousin
And they are laughing because you are two.
But not your cousin of course.
In a blink of a wild flower,
you are clunking around in Mommy’s heels.
Thinking you are “all that”
because tomorrow you start kindergarten.
Before you kick off the second horrible shoe
You are learning to ride a bike without extra wheels.
Around and around in circles I go,
and then poof!
It is summer camp, church camp.
Lots of girls are taking Bible recitation seriously.
My friend and I are talking about music and hot guys.
We have started to blossom, and we are amazed.
It is prom today, and I am irritated my date is drinking too much.
I decide to drive myself home and let him walk.
I get his car keys by lying,
But probably save the fool’s life when I do.
Marriage was short-lived, to someone else, not to that guy.
I am fifty now with a child who does not speak to me.
Glad I have my childhood friends.
They are lonely now, abandoned by their husbands.
We form a little group, and marvel that we were eleven yesterday.
Poof! Guess what?
We are now seventy.
Does anyone else know that we are twelve-year-olds on the inside?
Still blossoming and still amazing?