Best Water Gun Poems
i was six and you were nine
you would pack sunlight into a jar
tell me it was mine.
at night it lit my room.
when the stars were out
you'd throw stones to wake me up.
butterfly nets in hand
we'd catch stars from the sky
save them in our pockets.
i'd hand you my water gun
you’d load one at a time
pull the trigger
and yell
"quick wish on a shooting star."
now twenty and more old
i still have the jars
i still own every wish
i uttered silently
on those moonlit eves.
it was you
in my dreams
in my smile
always kind.
i only had one wish
you and i
clad in the innocence
of those times,
of dreams and laughs
i only wished
it would never end,
and your sunshine
safe in my memories
our childhood sealed in those jars.
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: gautami phookan
Contest Name:The Sweetest Touches of Verse
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
I fondly recall the innocent days of my childhood,
playing hide and seek among the backyard boxwood,
and life as I knew it then was sweet and good.
Country life was always fun.
I treasured Christmas tree lights glowing in the dark,
family gatherings each summer in Audubon Park.
In my younger years I was as carefree as a lark,
enjoying days in the sun.
With my little sister beside me we made mud pies
and didn't see anything wrong with little white lies
or that dancing like ballerinas in the rain wasn't wise
until our pirouettes were done.
I enjoyed having an allowance that I could spend
and sharing whispered secrets with my best friend,
wishing our playing time outside would never end.
How I loved to run!
In sweet memories I recall swimming in the lake,
helping Mom in the kitchen when she would bake,
and eating more icing than I had put on the cake.
Having fights with a water gun.
How wonderful were my days spent as a child,
Dad called me a tomboy because I was a bit wild.
I was happy and content with life, always beguiled
with everything I'd done.
My braided pigtails were yanked by a silly boy in school.
He giggled like an idiot thinking he was so cool,
til I fought back with a fist and called him a 'stupid fool.'
That battle I had won.
If memory serves me well, I remember not liking boys.
Always wanting their way and making too much noise.
I preferred playing house with many of my stuffed toys.
Boys were creatures to shun.
I was very competitive and wanted to win every race,
and didn't care much in those days about ladylike grace.
I recall being angry with myself for falling flat on my face
and not talking to anyone.
I've photos of me since I was born and it's plain to see
that my childhood was a very delightful time for me.
With a loving family like mine, I grew up quite esprit.
I love them all, a ton!
October 8, 2022 - A Constance La France Contest
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - "T" Forms Poetry
The howls of the wolfs strike the beast beneath the bed it roars
For it’s the full moon to night Scary of course
The little kid crawls out the bed to go to the toilet that night
When he thinks of the witches and the beasts that bit
He steps back into bed when he gets a horrible frit
A ghost comes out the cupboard a skeleton from beneath the bed
A monster comes through the door way that he thinks will eat his head
A witch hackles from in his draws and then he fins out
It’s his sister his brother his mother and his father all messing about
From beneath the bed his brother with a skeleton mask
Well in his cupboard his father with out a doubt
From in his draws his sister the smell little brat
From under the door way his mother of course he did say note
What he did was put his hand in his desk grab a water gun and squirted them all and his mum
He felt kind of stupid much more then he did before
When he found out it was is nan and granddad how organized it all
HAPPY HOLI & HAPPY EASTER TO ALL MY FRIENDS ON POETRY SOUP
Why the colors of Holi
.
Whenever spring comes
It brings the feelings of a joyous season
When the birds
Began to sing
And the new leafs and buds
Starts their dancing and singing
On the rhythms
Of the spring winds.
.
When the old leaves slowly leave
Giving place
to new ones to come
And show their flying wings.
.
And watching
These joyous dance
In every nook and corner of Nature
Human hearts began to throb
More rapidly
For spreading the colors of Fagun*
On their beloveds in waiting
With a Pickaari* full of colors
While celebrating the festival of Holi
On this land
We know and call as India.
.
But elsewhere
Where the lovers are
Are not together
And are facing a temporary separation
They sing the love songs
While remembering
Their sweet heart and beloveds
Somewhere far from that place
Where the beloved
May be waiting
To sprinkle
The colors of love
Through the songs of love
She may be singing.
.
Ravindra K Kapoor
20th March 2016
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Pichkaari* = Water gun
Fagun* The Month of Feb. & March around Holi
Holi* = The festival of colors which is played in Feb. March every year.
We cousins looked forward to our summer holidays which were full of fun
Our barbaric guffaws were louder than the joys of any battle won
One was always on the run while another chased him with a water gun
Heroism was on the footloose, with many ghost chilling yarns being spun
Arguments, fights, boasting, was our forte as each refused to be outdone
Pantries ran out of stock as the food we gormandized was more than a tonne
The swimming pool was but ours, and we refused invasion by anyone
We stood undivided, if a glass had broken when we had hit and run
We were punished together, sheepish grins at smuggled food for we were one!
18 syllables per line
June 14, 2016
For Laura Loo
I'm not critically aclaimed,
I ain't got no money to my name,
I'm having ot hang my head in shame,
there ain't nothin' good about me,
I'll just have to wait for you to see.
I'm going to let you go,
and if you come back, we'll take it slow.
Look into my eyes,
and dang boy, please don't lie,
ah, come on, don' be shy,
tell me how you feel,
and be real.
Lier.
I'm gonna beat you in the head with a giant hammer,
gonna cause a clamor,
I'm gonna drag your body to a hotel,
gonna crack you worse then the liberty bell.
You feelin' me?
I'm gonna stab you in the heart with a lit cigarette,
feel no regret,
I'm gonna scream at you,
and if you run I'll pursue.
You feelin' me?
Oh no, I don't think you see,
nobody lies to me,
I don't think you feelin' me,
I guess I wasn't meant to be on your family tree.
You feelin' me?
What do I have to do to knock some sense into you?
I'll give pain where pain is due,
I'll shoot you in the head with a water gun,
then I'll suffocate you with a hamburger bun,
I'll drown the eyewitness,
then practice physical fitness,
I'll chase you down when you run,
then I'll shoot you with a real gun,
I'll shoot you in the head,
bang, you're dead.
You feelin' me yet?
Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger
Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger
She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found
Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round
Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang
Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang
The chick's riding me, she started to pant
She dropped down low, started giving brain, transplant
She's eating that wood, like she's a termite
Got something to quench her thirst, but it's not sprite
I think I might go down-town, to get some dessert
She's like a water gun when she climax, squirt
Always takes showers, but she's oh so dirty
Started at three, it's going on four-thirty
Make sure I meet her needs, you're a minute man
She say I got flavor, but you're kinda' bland
I'm speeding, you get home at six, it's rush-hour
Gotta' clean up for you, hit it in the shower
She's so wet, it's like swimming in the ocean
Hop out the shower, dry off, wipe her down with lotion
Starts to get upset, said she wanted me to stay
Ain't in Florida, but she might go M.I.A
Wake&run,
Before my mother.
Plays with water gun,
Before the plants suffer.
Start worshiping God,
Without thinking anything odd.
Then sit in the sunshine,
With her friends for sometime.
Having breakfast having lunch,
And give us a milk punch.
Then sleep for few hours,
And worshiping God again with flowers.
And watches T.V till dinner,
With my mother and sister.
And sleep at nine,
By thinking the time is fine,
At the age of Eighty Nine.
“Everything you can imagine is real” – Pablo Picasso
So many books, movies, and paintings
have come up from it: this great force
that has sparked our life with beauty
and chaos. Books have described the way
we can and have become angels and demons
at the same time, using it to destroy other
worlds that are too busy searching for peace.
Movies have awed and haunted us with
images of technologies that seem to have arrived
too early for us; destruction has been our
hobby, since stone-age: only grooming and table
etiquette that has changed from that remote
period. Paintings have depicted pleasant
and horrid images of Man’s true life and
living: cave paintings are a good point to start
on, before looking at Da Vinci’s work of art.
Like a child who thinks he controls the world
with a water-gun, we almost make the
same kind of mistake, by using the force that has
brought us to where we are, in creating a
bigger gap than we need amongst ourselves,
creating a valley where ideas of science and
art fall, waiting for a Savior to save them;
humanity as the vassal of art and science,
becomes the Fallen.
Down the interracial, middle-class block
there's a kid who talks like a mature guy...
using words only a grown-up man does,
" It's awesome to be cool! Let's have a fist fight!"
One evening, he drank from a can
he thought was a soft-drink...no, it was beer!
ah, he started laughing and throwing rocks,
infurating the lady next door who let her dog loose....
Poor kid he was chased for blocks
by a vicious poodle and as small as the dog was
he mauled the volley ball he carried.
" Get away from me, doggy! " he hollered
by kicking his his legs and calling for help.
News spread like fire and all the kids
came to see what was happening.
"Bring me my water gun, he told them...
I got to shoot him down before he bites me! "
And glancing at the agitated poodle
showing his sharp teeth, he pressed down
the trigger on his water gun saying,
" I am a cop...freeze! You going to jail! "
There was no hesitation on the dog's part,
he ran as if chasing a cat who stole his bone.
ALONE IN THIS HOUSE QUIET AS A MOUSE WONDERING WHEN IT'LL BE MY TURN
NOTHINGS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE POOR
THE PRICE I PAID THE WOMEN YOU LAID ONLY IF SHE HAD STAYED
ID SLAY A DRAGON WITH JUST ONE STONE WENT FROM BIRTH TO FULLY GROWN
HE OWNS HIS WIFE A BORROWED LIFE MOTIVE OR EXCUSE ITS RATHER TRIFE
WIPE THOSE TEARS NO ONE CARES THE WHOLE WORLDS SCREAMING THIS ISNT FAIR
FACT OR FICTION WHITE BOYS LYNCHING EVERYONE WISHING UPON A STAR
THINKING THEIR DREAMS ARE WAY TOO FAR
THE CHOICE IS HARD ITS A WILD CARD
BURNED LEFT SCARED RUINED AND CHARRED
THEY HIJACKED FOUR PLANES AND KILLED FOR FAME
HARDLEY INSANE JUST A COURT ROOM GAME
FORGOT MY OWN NAME EASY TO TAME
IGNITE THE FLAME AND DELIGATE THE BLAME
MY PICTURES HUNG WITH A TACK NOT WORTHY OF A PLAQUE
BUILT AND STACKED BAGS ALWAYS PACKED
STREETS ARE MY HOME ALONE I ROME
PAY THE TOLL RACE THE COPS IT NEVER STOPS
LOOKING FOR LOVE IN ALL THE WRONG PLACES
CONFUSING FACES HIGH SPEED CHASES
LEFT OVER FOOD WHATS UP DUDE
CONSIDERED RUDE VORN WITH AN ATTITUDE
PICKING UP STRAGGLERS IN A BAR FRONTING IN A RENTAL CAR
STANDING MY GROUN PAUSE REWOUND
USED TO BE FUN WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND DUMB
YOU THINK YOU WON IT'LL NEVER BE DONE
COME ON SON YOU HIDE BEHIND A WATER GUN
THIS IS NOTHING MORE THAN NONE
WANTA BUN BUN
We get it, You're so tough
We know you're not the type to bluff
You talk loud in a crew, but when you're alone you sing low
You've never held a water gun, but you act like you let the ting go
I'm tired of these fake tough guys
You see yourself as 50 Cent, but something doesn't look right
Don't know how to be yourself, you don't have enough pride
You've been to the city once, and didn't go anywhere near the rough side
I've never been a gangsta so why would I pretend?
I'm just a man who loves Hip-Hop
Tired of these Fake thugs, where does it end?
You put on an act and then wonder why you get shot
You're the type to fall over and scream "Mom tell me you love me"
Stop thinking you're Tupac, when you're as soft as a Teletubby
You act tough but you're as scary as a little kid
You're not a gangsta because one time you got caught stealing a few pick & mix
You're not Biggie or Nas
You're not even as hard as Nicki Minaj
You're as soft as a pillow and you'll never be hard
So please stop with this facade
We get it, You're so tough
We know you're not the type to bluff
You talk loud in a crew, but when you're alone you sing low
You've never held a water gun, but you act like you let the ting go
POTUS Joe Biden
met Vladimir Kremlin
said, 'Show me your wares if you dare'
Whereupon Vladimir Kremlin
unleashed a gremlin
grinning atop nuclear hardware
Not to be outdone
Joe had a plan
whipped out a fierce water gun
Said, 'Come here, Vlady Kremlin
along with your gremlin
Take this! (Spritzing them) ~ The War 'gainst Pollution WE'VE won'
GOING with GUNS
Being an amateur photographer,
Off and on I use Flash Gun.
In photography, I am veteran
and taking nice snap shots so far!
My little grandson
owns a small Toy Gun.
He plays with it under Sun,
continuously chewing cocoa wafers.
To water pot plants using Water Gun
my wife enjoys with great fun.
This technique of watering, she prefers.
That man has hobby to hunt
wishes to give a stunt.
Flock of birds he aims
Tranquilizer Gun he claims
He happens to be my chauffeur.
I knew a terrorist, ready to fight,
always arrogant, roaming at night.
He used to be out as clock struck eleven
carrying A-K Forty -Seven.
Later he had to abandon
the dangerous Gun
and started to spread slogan
for Peace, his only concern,
turning a polite Philosopher.
04/30/21
First Place
'All Yours (May 21) Contest by Brian Strand
Summer Water Weapons
Forty caliber water gun
Holding off the summer heat
To lay in wait behind the hedge
Then beat a hasty wet retreat.
Super soaker weapon of choice
Beneath the scorching summer sun
Secret cache given away when
Drippy footprints circle back in fun.
Squirt guns douse the O.K. Coral
Gunslingers in flip flops
Stand off at the hot street corner
A sneaky planned ambush to stop.
Oh that all disputes over rights
Could be settled by water fights.
5-6-21
Contest: Guns
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco