Best Washout Poems
I thought I heard you calling in the rain from afar
What do you need on this gray day without a star?
The fog is lifting, revealing a crystal light
If you look in the sky, you may also see the sight
Perception can change, quick as lightening to ground
Blink your eyes, look again, to see what you have found
I thought I heard you calling, beyond the pounding rain
Let it be a washout for that lingering pain
Perception can change just about anything
Without losing the moment to things that sting
And this my friend, allows us to sing!
Heidi Sands
7/25/21
Dust & Ash
Meteors falling from the sky
like stars sparkling in the night.
The volcano’s dust forms
below Iceland’s clouds.
Life stops.
Pilots stand.
Air traffic is discontent,
as the volatile atmosphere erupts.
Through the blocking of the sun,
volcanic ash plumes.
The earth will be cool
for a year or two.
A washout will come.
Iceland’s dust and ash – gone.
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*About This Poem: Volcanic ash plume from Cleveland Volcano, located on Chuginadak
Island in the Aleutian Island Chain off Alaska. NASA image taken by Jeff Williams,
Flight Engineer, from the International Space Station. Please view @
http://geology.com/articles/volcanic-ash.shtml.
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Sponsor: nette onclaud
Contest Name: A NIGHT SKY
User Name: Verlena S. Walker
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Date of Entry: March 20, 2014
Date Written: March 20, 2014
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The Saddest Landscape (POEM)Contest
Sponsor: SKAT A
User Name: Verlena S. Walker
Nom De Plume: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Date of Entry: March 22, 2014
Date Written: March 20, 2014
Vanished is the sun that had peeked so exuberantly
around the clouds! Our new beach chair that broke sits taunting me.
The castle that our children built (and then declared it grand)
lies unrecognizable, a washout on wet sand.
One tire of our dune buggy is deflated, and I hold
inside my hand a too-warm Coke that once was icy cold.
Feb. 20, 2019 for Nina Parmenter's Reflect That Emotion Poetry Contest
Precipitation:
Culminates in a washout
Stuffed camels get soaked
Who gave this world the right to judge me?
Everywhere I look, all I see is the jury,
But I'm not getting a fair trial.
Before I've even left my house,
you've hung, drawn and quartered me.
If I wear this I'm 'ghetto',
If I wear that I'm 'uppity'
I speak Ebonics & I'm a 'thug',
I speak English and I'm a 'washout'.
My own people only hear my voice,
The others only see my skin.
When did they replace god?
Last time I prayed, he was still there.
If he isn't, someone, please let me know,
Put me out of my misery.
Why do we hate so much,
When this prejudice only destroys us.
If some people looked in the mirror,
They would realise they don't like what they see.
Who decides what I am,
How do you define me?
You don't,
I define myself.
I am not a colour, creed, nationality,
I am me.
When I look in the mirror, I like what I see,
If that isn't the case for you…
Well, don't take it out on me
By Mon
She’s my beautiful infection,
My toxic allure,
She’s the drug for my suicide.
She’s stolen my reflection,
My mind is obscure,
She’s my rational apartheid.
I’m her perfect hygiene,
Her ideal sanitize,
I’m the only thing to clean her life out.
I’m her classy and clean,
Her beautiful surprise,
I’m her complete utter mental washout.
Yes, I am fine thanks for asking
Am I? How do you really know?
Could it just be feelings I am masking
Always trying to protect others from suffering a blow
Jolt after jolt, punch after punch
Knock me down I get up weary but still fighting
I won't let you win or get the best of me haven't gotten the hunch
Hiding how I truly feel is what I do best because I'm tired of my faults being highlighted
This one and that one, that one and this have your own opinions of who I truly am
My children know and love me inside and out
Others don't give a damn
They would be the ones to miss me if I checked out
Never taken seriously just thought to be a silly notion
Heard not listened just turn away and pretend like I'm not here and don't matter
Dismissed by invisible emotion
I do feel and when I am raw and ready to shatter
No one cares or asks what's the matter
Time will tell how and when I will disappear
My life will never truly be mine
Don't worry there's nothing to fear
You'll have your time to shine
Sorry to be a burden
Life will go on
I wish some would listen all I want is to be heard
How will I be remembered when I'm gone
It's not about everyone else it hurts I internally bleed
Left will scars both visible and unseen
You'll finally be free
Understand know what I mean
I will cry when I feel it in me
Need to let it out
Won't be made to feel like I'm a complete washout
Perfection I am not, aimed at and blamed
Tired of playing this abusive game
Yup, I'm fine thanks for asking
on valentines day
night of hot passion cancelled~
punctured water bed
Written on 3rd February 2019
For Valentine senyru poetry contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin.
ONE:
At three in the morning the Internet calls out.
Come to the computer; visit friends round about.
All of a sudden, soon pulling hair out,
The lights go off, a total blackout…shutout!
TWO:
Dressed for the country, a total knockout,
In a new white blouse, nothing worn-out,
Marshmallows and smores cooked at the cook out.
Chocolate on the blouse that will not wash out!
THREE:
Friends coming over for a big night out,
Children run to windows; keep a lookout.
Their car slips and slides while they are in route.
Festivities become a complete washout.
FOUR:
Going for a visit, the Interstate route.
A car passes by; guess what is thrown out.
Part of a burger with a Whopper handout,
Right in the face of the driver's shouting snout.
FIVE:
Rushing one morning to the punch-clock readout.
Arriving on time, that day had some doubt.
Picking up speed cautiously on the look out!
BLAM! The tire explodes, too late, a blowout.
SIX
The day's shopping spree had a strange payout.
Smoke from the windows escaping there out.
Eggs were left boiling when the cook went out.
Shells hit the ceiling and the floor; freak out!
SEVEN:
Walking barefooted on a beautiful route.
(Garden shoes were old with the soles worn out.)
Soft-smelly brown embrace toes round about.
Run to the hose to wash the stinky stuff out.
EIGHT:
Planting a garden with success in doubt.
Hoping for sun and for a big payout.
Watering tomatoes in times of drought.
One night of insects, the crop is wiped out!
NINE:
The birthday present would really standout.
Glow-in-the-dark wrapping, would be far-out.
Fluorescence to shine when the lights go out,
But I left it home and arrived without.
TEN:
A walk in the park to get a workout,
Flowers and children enjoyed throughout.
Birds chirp in trees, their favorite hideout.
A direct hit in the eye; bird fallout, wash out!
© October 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Within this world I live, is ascertain destruction of humankind.
The crystal ball has reveal to me a blaze in time.
The strongest man will not overcome.
The world is within a universe he formed.
The abyss is a cist a chamber that destroys.
Neolithic buildings are built for burial, the tombs surrounds.
Our life is afflicted by what we see.
Gorged to not scream
Productive is the ravine.
Waters - those jet streams possesses the body with such gift, is seen inside.
While eyes look through the washout, the smile does not shine.
The eyes become black on The Street of Catiline.
This time is over now.
The truth has transgressed.
The house, the phones, the batteries are all disable.
Yet man with all his might will not let go of yesterday.
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Penned on May 12, 2014!
WHO will IT be Each new DAY
Here is a list of things I want my
political candidate to have, be
and give to me this Christmas..
Who always will know what to say.
Who around with self or me will never play.
Who in their each effort, tries to make things okay.
Who does not ever leave us in dismay.
Who does not show off or put self on display.
Who things first instead of doing it anyway.
Who forever with us wants to stay.
Who will always keep the hounds at bay.
Who won't block or try to get in our way.
Who tries to make skies blue that now are gray.
Who all creeps likes to chase away.
Who knows Guevara's first name was Che'.
Who never stops or puts us on their time delay.
Who with us likes to swing and sway.
Who won't skip out on us or let things ricochet.
Who is polite and knows what is on their tray.
Who know capital of New Mexico is not Santa Fe.
Who knows no wheat in pyramid but Pharaohs with hay.
Who likes you even if gay or gray anyway.
Who knows in Army John Wayne was a Green Beret.
Who at Christmas always has gifts to give away.
Who I hope in everything will have a say.
Who knows the forest from the fray.
Who knows that eyes of needles are hard to find in hay.
Who knows people expecting handouts is not best executive way.
Who knows no way Jose' how they treat the VA.
Who knows difference between Blue and a Mocking Jay.
Who saves money by wearing costume jewelry anyway.
Who wears clothes made out of burlap bags anyway.
Who knows a washout is not best way.
Who every day always does like to pray.
And who with any old louse loves to lay.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
The wind,
a poetry brushing
my skin.
Ferns painting
ankles
in cool dew
on a hiker’s trek.
The stars,
arranged or
understood as
arranged...
a song not
yet forgot.
An arrangement of
notes, of diacriticals,
of arpeggios,
awaiting the blushing
washout.
My arms, open to
the lovely dark,
the smokily smudged
pre-dawn...
Tea vapours’ tendrily
hand caresses tenderly
my nostril, my
hungry Palace of
Intent.
She sleeps,
Somewhere.
Or rises.
Somewhere, that
accursèd ‘not here.’
She starts a shower,
she starts her coffee,
she starts her car.
She starts her day.
These arms are never
so Empty, so Open
as in these epoch
hours before the Light.
Meteoric warning of storm's danger,
still awed nonetheless by its brute force.
And those giants along the tree line—
submitting to its dark, amorphous power—
bow in the darting whip of its tongue
as though being torn to shreds by its teeth
and wilted by its breath is their portion.
The curtain of rain that follows in its wake
curries the earth and leaves it green, sunlight
glinting on wet, dusky boulders like the ones
you hauled in from the forest to surround
the flowerbeds. The rain so heavy it left
the lilies crushed, like my heart, ripped
from my breast that day you left, and I,
bowing like the line of trees in the rain.
Innocent dove of the flame
What we cannot see but what we rely on
If only there was you and
I Enchanted forever without hope we shall be
So come rescue me in the dark of the night
Only you can save me
For only you can show me the light
I always knew you would be there to guide me
evermore a spirited angel
eternally beautiful always beside me
I pray to you
Can't you see I'm suffering
Fly over me and grant me With your presence
Your everlasting grace
A hope I can keep sacred
Sophia
I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart
Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear
Remember the days when I was so weak
Quick to turn with no
allegiance I could pledge
So easily I could break
Using a dream to washout the nightmares
Why didn't I turn to you
Come enter my roof
Once my soul beckons the most
Give me a gnosis so grand
I find safety in the truth
And of the knowledge you bring
And the wisdom you are
In another life I called you sophia
Sophia
I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart
Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear
Safeguard to know
Wherever my heart goes
As long as
I'm with you
I know this is true
For whatever our souls know
Till we grow old
If we truly find it right, sacred, and just
Truth will always follow
Sophia I can see you in the dim light my
immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
This life without you is what I fear
Sophia I can see you in the dim light
my immaculate guide throughout this eternal night
Sophia I can see you shining through the dark
Changing my ravenheart Sophia my dear
this life without you is what I fear
Strong winds hovers the land..
Rooftop, leaves are flying...
Heavy soulful rains abound...
Thunder and lighting visibly surrounds..
Each one is rushing for shelter..
Running and risking in the highways..
Vehicles are somewhere already stranded..
Screams of persons asking unanimously audible...
washout after the turbulent storm..
Catastrophic surroundings adorns..
As mother nature tries to forewarn..
Avalanche a lucid visible turn..
by: olive_eloi
2:31pm
13/11/201
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"there is no storm too dark, God can not calm it..."