Best Weed Out Poems
Try to put feelings to thoughts,
thoughts to words..
weed out angry ones, hope for forgiveness
in calling card verse.
beauty sings "won't be long"
in clear air, beauty sings
voice of the canary, what does it know
of better things.
Was I hard by you, did I lose track of time..?
or fail to find it, the beauty inside..
that sweet voice of the canary remains
lost in this mind.
In a world of self judgement
to reconnoiter by chance,
such a force were we,
in our simple made plans..
So go on now, go
you were meant to fly high..!
high above the mines,
not here down below.
Beauty sings "won't be long"
voice of the canary
in clear air, beauty sings
for what does it know
of better things.
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
I will aim for the sun
I will struggle to reside in the sky
I will face the toughest storms
I will stand firm when the wind blows
I will focus on the light from above
I will open my dark places to be lighten
I will forget the mistakes of my past
I will rely on the light that shines forever
I will plant new trees for the sun is available
I will weed out the intruder from my soil
I will clean my farm for speedy germination
I will smile as my sun watches me harvest each day.
Who is this stranger,
that spares nobody?
Rich or poor, young and old,
Royal or common,
It spares none!
Who is this stranger,
that comes like a bad storm
and does nobody good?
Who is this stranger,
that is around us all the time,
watching and waiting to knock on our door anytime?
Who is this stranger waiting to snatch from us,
the minute we make a mistake?
Who is this stranger?
Who is this unwanted visitor,
that comes to pay us a visit at odd times?
Who is this unwanted visitor that comes to us uninvited?
Who is this visitor,
that surprises us with it’s visit without letting us know?
I hear it whispering an answer,
saying that it is just a Gardner weeding,
It’s garden to get rid of the weeds.
It says it must weed out the old so the new can inherit.
It says it must weed out some flowers so as to avoid competition.
It says must weed out the old empire,
with old ideas so as to create a new one with new ideas.
But must this Gardner,
weed out even the newly born!
Must it even take away the strong healthy flowers!
Must it weed from even the less privileged with nothing!
This is a Gardner,
Whose ways are mysterious and complex to understand?
“Mother,” she cried, “You cannot crowd everything in your new space.
Ridding yourself of some of it is something you must face.”
I was opening a small red box as she began to speak.
When I saw the contents that it held my aging legs turned weak.
I’d put them away when he had died for seeing them made me sad.
They were still there all neatly tied, love letters from her dad.
I turned to her with welling eyes. “These go with me to my grave.
Your daddy wrote them to me, they are something I must save.”
“Of course, Mamma, it’s up to you. I’m just cautioning you a bit.
We must weed out the useless things. They simply will not fit.”
I put the box on the dresser where some other treasures lay,
items I knew I must go through before I moved away.
I gazed at the familiar room and the furniture it contained.
I fancied I heard the pieces scream, “Am I discarded or retained?”
I called my daughter to me and asked her to sit down.
“ Don’t be disgusted with me Honey, I’m not moving into town.
I know you think I am not safe, alone on this old farm.
I’ve lived here now for sixty years and have never come to harm.
Your dad and I were frugal, we didn’t buy unneeded things.
The only jewelry that we owned was our two wedding rings.
I’ve never had a garage sale. I had no excess to sell,
and we had no reason to buy new, when the old worked just as well.
I fit in here as comfortably as I do in my old shoes.
Everything in this old house I love or is of use.
Knowing I’d made up my mind, my daughter sweetly assented.
Staying in my home with beloved things, I never have repented.
My letters in their box are on my little bedside table.
I’ll read one with my prayers each night, as long as I am able.
Won 2nd place
A crazed, dazed unexplained side show that freaks. What did we just do? Who knew, the few true, would prove to be me; and you? In shape we fit to form; like the shoe. In step we go toe to toe. As we set sail off the dock we began to row. From here to Tim buck two, the news has been spread. A wire fed buzz, music stuck inside your head. Without reason or cause. Lost in frenzy of locked jaws. The channel is the change. No home out on the range. Supernatural reaction of self satisfaction. It's dog eat dog in this life form contraption. Unable to define the infinite. The string cheese is an incident. Leaving a lasting impression as people come and go. Fair is the weather my friend, I'll see you at the show. It's no holds bar, a fight to the death. If your waiting for the miracle, I wouldn't waste a breath. I creep on stealth; I'm light on my feet. To avoid the contact, with the stranger on streets. A taco truck drives by and the fire engine sounds. I light up a smoke and out come the hounds. The city is the life and this is how we live. Another day another dollar, homeless asking us to give. The sites that we see, as we tour this. We are just visiting this life like a tourist. An excursion; short lived like a fur-low. It's suggested that we go with the flow. We make the most of the little things we appreciate. Make room for the love and weed out the hate. A master of disaster in this episode or chapter. Another piece to the puzzle that ends happily ever after. We flock towards the it crowd. To be a somebody who's proud. Egotistical tendencies close the mind. Open your hearts and who knows what you'll find. As the world turns, our wheels keep spinning. We learn from our mistakes. This is only the beginning. It's not easy to explain; this may last day or even weeks. It's a crazed, dazed, unexplained side show that freaks.
i am happy
my bad days are coming soon
to weed out peacocks
Have you checked
the garden lately,
weeds or flowers in the greens?
Raking over anger stately,
weed out all those plans and schemes.
Pleasant deeds bring peaceful dreams.
5/13/17
For me, today is a time of reflection.
I have good days and bad days.
Sometimes I feel lost with no direction.
I wonder why my life had dark highways
Why wasn't I beautiful like so and so,
Or why was I trapped in “ stupid’s.” maze.
If I'm stuck in this mind frame, I can't grow,
So I change it fast because I am unique,
Even when I'm sad and feeling very low.
You, my friend, are what you think and speak,
Find your gift and talent and excel in that,
We're unique with a certain build and physique.
Sometimes you have to fight on a boxing mat,
Not a literal one, be your own cheerleader,
You may have to give yourself a loving pat,
On your own back, stand tall like a strong cedar.
It sounds lonely; that’s not what I want to convey,
Don't let others define you, get a soul weeder.
And weed out negatively and have your say,
Hang around like-minded people, embrace love,
Let it infuse you; it's more powerful than hate.
It's a precious, precious gift from up above,
Cling to it, my friend, and wear it like a glove.
Alexis Y.
06/16/2021
I was young
But old enough to know better
We were rounded up
Determined to weed out the culprit
I sat quietly and poker faced
Holding my breath and dying inside
I wanted this inquisition
To be over but it dragged on forever
If I could hold on long enough
It would end at a standstill
And eventually be forgotten
I could never imagine
A scenario where someone
Might be wrongly punished
After all there was no evidence
But before I knew it
It had happened in front of my eyes
Accused and brutally spanked in an instant
Though blatantly innocent
In shock and utter disbelief
Convinced my belated admission of guilt
Would now be pointless
Too young to truly appreciate
The true value of
Clearing a person’s reputation
I ran up to my room and
Gasped for my first breath of stupor
I got away that moment
But have been paying ever since
I never admitted or asked for forgiveness
Seemed pointless through the years
Decades later
My brother
Would have said
It wasn’t important
It’s long forgotten
I know this because in some wimpy blurry recollection
I vaguely remember admitting it to him some fifty years later
Knowing full well it was too little too late
And his response was exactly as expected
Confirming my high opinion of his virtuous generosity
But fifty years later
My pointless admission seemed surreal
As though to amplify rather than to lighten that old regret
I didn’t deserve or want to ever forget
My very first true act of cowardice
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on April 22, 2018
Swiftly the years swing away fast,
Memory steers both first and last;
Swiftly the sad dissolves in mists,
Memory bad rescinds old lists.
Quickly sad times forlorn and old,
Memory chimes to forfeit cold;
Quickly bad things dilute with age,
Memory flings thoughts that outrage.
Promptly pains told die not easy,
Memory cold now speaks oddly;
Promptly freak spawns drift out and die,
Memory pawns away harsh sighs.
Clearly new good spring from old bad,
Memory moods happy from sad;
Clearly new highs weed out old lows,
Memory sighs with busy glow.
Wisely new fads edge vain pains,
Memory adds to present gains;
Wisely soul knows choice that sets free,
Memory grows ever surely.
Truly the past is but a swing,
Memory lasts yet ever flings;
Truly the now is present here,
Memory vows a poise set clear.
Timely each soul comes down to earth,
Memory holds from death to birth;
Timely the span from hearth to hearth,
Memory scans cycles on earth.
Calmly soul knows beyond mere trends,
Memory grows the scheme and plan;
Calmly heart fits wise feel and zest,
Memory bits charm journey's quest.
Leon Enriquez
22 Mar 2014
Singapore
Is there a way
to deal with the past
And forget for a time
long enough to last?
They say forgive and forget,
You'll live your life easy, you bet!
Yeah! forgive the one
who did you bad--
Are you kidding me?
Screw the bastard!
Eye for an eye, oh! feels so right,
Kick the scoundrel out of sight!
There are times to be nice,
Love for love’s sake,
And there are times
To weed out the fake;
Justice must be fast, fair and square
Before someone hurts—beware!
Abdul Malik, 08/20/15
Tammy Reams "Justice" contest
When it comes to love some run hot and cold
They never give love a chance to fully unfold
Over and over again they've been a victim of rejection
So they become afraid and sparse with their affection
They tie their heart with an imaginary string
So the can reel it in before they feel loves sting
They erect a wall when they start to get close
A barrier goes up so their true feelings they don't expose
They wear this armor so their heart they can protect
Because rejection is what they ultimately expect
They're caught in a tug of war between head and heart
Should they take a risk or not even start
They push people away;make them feel ignored
When they really just want to be loved and adored
True love is what they are virtually after
To live a life full of love,joy and laughter
So subconsciously they test who is going to stay
Weed out the ones who will just walk away
They are looking for the one who will patiently wait
To give them the key to the iron clad gate
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
Prepare to challenge every belief you've ever held
Just don't be surprised by how quickly they're felled
Everything you thought you knew was a ruse
To amuse those who would ignite the fuse
The skylines are ablaze with the flames of change
Yet beneath the turmoil is a tranquility so strange
Neighbors become brutal enemies bloodied by combat
As the arteries of the city falter combatants go splat
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
All of this bloodshed to weed out what is different
Another lost life becomes another soul spent
Ignorance gave way to gibberish and then blistering bickering
And while politicians are shivering society is withering
This is what happens when the few push the many
Because a single life is worth more than a penny
And that penny is what we set on the table
As if it will support our lives, it's such a fable
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
This is what happens when the few push the many
Because a single life is worth more than a penny
And that penny is what we set on the table
As if it will support our lives, it's such a fable
Prepare to challenge every belief you've ever held
Just don't be surprised by how quickly they're felled
Everything you thought you knew was a ruse
To amuse those who would ignite the fuse
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
We're pounding on the walls to watch the cities fall
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer
Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity
Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete
Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil
One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class
I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer
There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?