Best Urgency Poems
I sensed that my bladder might be angry at me
as recently it screams of urgency.
The other day when I heard loud chatter, I said
"dear bladder, what ever is the matter?"
He said, "lately you don't listen so I have to shout
in order for you to let fluids out.
I've always been loyal and had your back but
please remember I'm only a sac. If you keep
stretching me I'll get out of whack."
After our little brain to body conversation I
now listen to my bladder to avoid his indignation.
TIME TO ACT ,TIME TO ACT
NATURE TURNING VIOLENT
SNIFFING STRANGE COMPOUNDS
NOT FAMILIAR WITH AS FROM
CREATION.
CHANGING FORM IN DESPERATION
WANTING TO SURVIVE
FLOODS,DROUGHTS,MELTING ICE
MORE HEAT ARE THE RESULTS.
NATIONS UNDER WATER
LIVELIHOOD DESTROYED
LOVE ONES DISAPPEAR
DRAWN IN WATER , KILLED BY HUNGER
DEHYDRATED BY HEAT.
TIME TO ACT IS NOW , NO NATION
WILL BE SAFE .NATURE IS ANGRY
CLIMATE IS CHANGING
satellite visions
crisp...sharp
three dimensioned
lying parallel
mood just right
aromatic candles
smooth curvy figurine
looking so sensual
moaning as she fein
each kiss rapture targets with extreme precision
enticing as she nibbles her fist
gaping slowly to conjure me
in and out
round and round
pulsating urgently
strategically tantalizing each reaction
slowly and smoothly
penetrating sappy love
molten with desire for entrance
moving as thou art dirty dancing
minus the dancing
adding provocative femaleness
performed to perfection
freely unmitigated foreplay
intensified ecstasy
planted
granted
I breath
My breathes
Floating
In front of me
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I convulse
My convulsions
Shaking
My core
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I babble
My babbles
Confusing
All humanity
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I shutter
My shutters
Breaking me
Inside out
And you
Didn't mind
You'll never
Mind
I know
My knowing
Helps me
See you clearly
And you
Don't know
You'll never
Know
Study to show thyself approved
in thy youthful day
a man is dispensable
if the call is rejected
another is chosen
to take up the mantle
there is urgency in the
masters work
the call is made
service minded hearken
in his presence is
fullness of joy
the trenches of
darkness has no lee
way
the word of God lifts up
the weary minded
the crust of his lifting
up is enshrined in his
presence
the call is made
wise fools hearken
the joy of the lord is
immeasurable
neither is the quality of
his rewards diminished
No Urgency
An urgent care doctor told me
Black eyes are no huge urgency
Can be if they're real...
Did just now reveal
Eye makeup has spread flagrantly!
January 10, 2019
Contest: Limerick II
Sponsor: Joseph May
Theme: Doctor
Used: ABCDE
Words within whirls
Sense subtle swirls
Words on the edge
Jump off the ledge
Words blot this page
Calm steers the rage
Words once cryptic
Now weave magic
Words sad but true
Fling right on cue
Words weave work well
True timely tell
Leon Enriquez
26 August 2015
Singapore
Watch words wake
Sense soul stake
Mind mulls make
Glimpse grand grounds
Proof plots pound
Ripe reach rounds
Choice crafts clay
Set swift say
Prime pure play
Stroke soft sift
Loud laughs lift
Graft grooms gift
Nice niche near
Hope heeds here
Claim calm cheer
Death dooms dance
Cause creams chance
Pique prompt prance
Leon Enriquez
08 May 2019
Singapore
I'm always so urgent
I'm top priority doubtless
In the relentless pursuit of me
Confusion in all the most obvious places
On her face,
In his words
A collective silence to urge nothing said should leave this room
A mark of intelligence
Missed by a split second of hesitation
Its harder to talk with a drink soaring down your throat
But I can't say it's out of character
And it must suck to see me this way
Avoiding confusion in all the most overlooked places
It's all over their faces
Oh, how the night was slipping away from them
They'll never get that time back
They'll never get that time back
But me, I've already moved on
And I'm ready to trade up in the afterlife
They'll never get that time back
But you'll never improve
with one foot in the present
And the other in the past
Fear prevails for another day
I thought if I waited long enough
I'd eventually find the strength
Is my body getting weaker?
Is my body giving up on me?
I'll never get that time back
But you'll never improve
with one foot in the present
And the other in the past
So fear prevails for another day
But I find hope in the most unexpected of places
And I'll hold onto that
For when my body's giving up on me
“Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.” Isaiah 1:18 of the King James Bible
Now is the time to plan…
…with the vision to be
better than the past.
Now is the moment to prepare…
…since lack of it can cause
missed opportunities of a life time.
Now is the privilege to pray…
…believing that God knows what’s best
and He makes no mistake.
Now is the best day to perform…
…along foresight and prudence from the Lord
doing utmost by His grace, inspiring others.
Now is the season to prosper…
…while sowing love and blooming in Christ’s care
sharing progress midst His glory.
June 16, 2024
2nd place, "C Forms - Carpe Diem" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/28/2024
[b]5[/b]
The clock’s tick is a slow blade,
cutting through the silence,
fingers cold on metal chains—
it’s only minutes now,
my breath tearing through my chest.
[b]4[/b]
I can hear them—footsteps,
too close, too far,
scraping keys, rattling,
the air, thick—
I choke on it, wait.
[b]3[/b]
The light through the bars feels wrong,
like it’s burning me—
I can’t escape,
the walls closing in.
[b]2[/b]
The door cracks open,
a figure, a shadow,
they’re coming,
they’re coming for me.
[b]1[/b]
It’s time.
Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.
You Know That Smile?
That
*Baby's*
Laughter?
It's Still There,
Still
There...
Inside.
Like It
Or Not.
***
(Try Like Again, Once.)
***
(Not Not.)
-Gray Squirrel
09-22-2025
it's happening again
the pressure behind my ribs,
like something inside me is clawing for a way out
and my hands don't know where to go.
my brain keeps flashing red
like a warning sign no one else can see.
the room is quiet
my head is loud
and every thought is a shove.
I'm not trying to die
I'm just trying to feel something
that makes sense
for once.
i sit there trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes burning,
wanting the pain to match the mess in my chest
because the mess feels bigger than me.
i see the red oozing out,
skin tingling weirdly,
every line screaming something
my voice doesn't dare to.
and I hate that I'm here again,
i hate that i don't know what else to do.
i hate that I'm scared
of myself
and for myself
at the same time.