Best What Goes Up Poems
What goes up must come down, but what Blair,
a disgusting dude, threw in the air
was not too appealing.
What stuck to the ceiling -
not to come down - was Blair’s underwear.
Written March 5, 2016 for the What Goes Up Must Come Down Poetry Contest
of Catie Lindsey
The grass is green and the sky is blue
The sun is hot and the rain wets you
As the sun rises the day is new
This we're told but is it true?
Ice is cold and fire is hot
Green is for go and red is for stop
Down is below and up is on top
We're told they're opposites but can they swap?
Lightening we can see and thunder we can hear
Distance is faraway and close is very near
Quickly looking is a glance but any longer is a stare
How do we know what to accept and what to fear?
How do we know what to choose?
Have we told all this just to confuse?
Do we have to believe or can we refuse?
I have a feeling they're just one persons' views
Time goes by when the clock is wound
It's not missing when it's been found
If you can turn a smile into a frown
Then what goes up must come down
Beautiful Lake Erie bound by New York
Romantic honeymoon, bottle and cork
It went up with Viagra
spilled unlike Niagara
racing fast to arrive before the Stork!
2/24/16
Cheers!
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
~Different beliefs can be a blessing~
He was born on a chilly Saturday afternoon, sweet boy with lots of love,
we all knew he'd be very special because he had come from up above.
Tiny toes and a wrinkly face, such a sight for sore eyes to see,
what a blessing it is that God chose Joseph Thomas to be a part of me.
From a toddler to a teenager, soon in college after those days,
Joey married Layla his childhood crush, in love in a special way.
Soon I had grandchildren and how joyful my life became,
we weathered so many storms, but our family overcame.
On my last birthday I turned a tender young age of seventy,
sad news followed and we learned that nothing is a guarantee.
My Joey had been battling lymphoma at only forty years old,
we all gathered around the priest, for nothing could be controlled.
I stood there numb watching my son take his last short breath,
it seemed not too long ago I held him on my breast.
He grew great wings and flew above straight into the light,
I knew I would see him again, what a sorrowful delight.
My youngest daughter Caroline was pregnant with her first,
a gentle baby boy who came out backwards and headfirst!
I had the honor to hold little Tommy for the very first time,
I saw those brown eyes and I knew he was special and sublime.
Can it be true? Does my faith believe this to be our reality?
Can a soul be reborn into another child, a blessing of geniality?
My faith had been renewed and my perceptions had been overflowing,
I know deep down inside, Tommy holds the spirit of my Joey.
I believe the death of my sweet boy transmigrated into my grandson,
an embodiment of his soul with in, two spiritual bodies becoming one.
So amazing that Joey's spirit has again become earth bound,
this is why I believe what goes up....must come back down...
~Date Written: February 28, 2016~
Fly
high
above
Consequence.
Make your great escape
on a psychedelic carpet
through humdrum clouds of mundane life,
to a state of "I don't give a damn" euphoria.
Throw caution to the wind with the plunge of a syringe and no thought of it's cleanliness.
Now,
come
crashing
back down through
a fog of regret,
to the diseased bed that awaits.
Wallow in lies and cover yourself with deception.
Tell yourself, all is well; you don't have a problem, as you reach for the needle once more.
02/23/2016
Contest: What goes up must come down
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
bouncing pouncing jumping up down keen
somersaults on trampoline
enthusiasm giggles
out doing big brother’s errs
bouncing higher higher like jumping beans
what goes up must come down what the hack
flip, lull …. plop flop flat on his back
turns head over heels in air
landing on her feet with flair
this is the way you do it with knack
3/6/2016
In that spark, at summit
When sky is just on the way and is not the limit
Like lime being squeezed out of last drop of juice
As throne and king, in sweet affiliation, never in truce
High up taunting the call of gravity
Columbarium in tornado, reunion with plummeting abyss a true test of vitality
Motivation a lambasted frugality, an eternal ignite for those who drown
Is in action when what goes up starts to come down
Must come down . . .
I once had a cat called L O V E
Love liked to climb real high up;
Any high p l a c e was her perch,
But she seemed to prefer my CURTAIN rods;
Hours she would s t a y like a bird.
But as, Isaac Newton says,
What goes UP must come down (right);
And when I though all h o p e was lost,
And all coaxing was just pointless;
With one great L E A P Love was down.
. . . this is L I F E with a cat
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February 23, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/What Goes Up
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 760-830-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Any Poem Written in February 2016
Sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Like a sun goes up each time when morning comes
It sets in the afternoon as starry night is about to rise
So I started to think when will this cruel man fall?
Plays like a kid making the city like his toy
People yelp in pain for they are ruthlessly controlled
Is there someone who’s brave enough to rule this world?
This cruel man keeps going up and must end his greed
Must come down and start to bring desired peace
Step down and don’t go beyond your evil plans
Make the world ours for this is our land
Anything for now may smoothly run in your hands
But anything could happen like a snap
Just like a familiar adage that I used to know
“What goes up, must come down…”
What Goes Up Must Come Down
Up, up, and away the Marvel Comics Super Hero chants as
brother and sister watching squeal in delight!
The boy jumps up, pillow case laying across his back and tied at the neck
for a cape and starts mimicking flying as he races around the living room.
He screams...look at me...look at me, I can fly... Zroom!...Zroom!...
His older sister at the wise age of 8 laughs and starts teasing him. No you
can't fly you're too dumb!...dumb!...dumb!...The innocent games children play.
The boy yells back, oh yes I can...Zroom!...Zroom!...No you can't!...Yes I can!...
Then fly for real you big stupid head!...The boy now close to tears runs into
the backyard screaming, " I'll show you I can fly!" and runs out the door.
A couple of minutes pass and the girl hears her brother yelling for her to come
outside and see for herself. Curious she heads out back and hears "Up here Dummy!"
Then he jumps off of the roof, arms spread out, pillow case cape out just like
Superman. Well almost like Superman instead he fell face first into the ground!
He landed screaming...My leg!...My Leg!...
You see what goes up must come down, a valuable lesson learned
that day and luckily the little boy only broke one of his legs.
Here we go--
Jack of spades...
Eight of clubs...
Four of hearts...
Ace of diamonds...
Ten of hearts...
Three of clubs...
Six of diamonds...
King of hearts...
Nine of clubs...
Queen of spaaa...
Queeeen......
...da'mn it!
I never could...
build a good...
house of cards--
my heart climbed high,
on a ledge for you,
we held out our hands,
this love was brand new,
you built me up higher,
i had no memory of the ground,
when you held me close,
i was floating on a cloud,
then came the silence,
the ignoring my distress,
you took me to the stars,
then you left me with the mess,
of a heart shredded to pieces,
and a soul broken in two,
just because you got bored,
i was no longer flying next to you,
no now i am falling,
and it scares me love,
im watching you move forward,
on your own up above,
i know that we are done now,
you made it clear as day,
that what goes up falls down,
and now im down to stay.
3/2/2016
WHAT GOES UP
W hat goes up
Must go down to the ground.
Also, what goes up will come back around,
And, it doesnt matter cause it will happen and can happen in every town; that's whether you are happy, smiling and or with a. Frown ; I say this, because its a fact that what goes up must come down low, slow or below, and why is that? It is, because nothing that goes up or in the air must remains there, simply because its a time to fly high, run around and to get down on the ground; or on on the lower deck, and that there is a fact jack ; I ain't talking smack either, and so, let us focus and realize that. everything that goes up must n will go down or pop sooner or later. We must make sure that whatever that goes or comes around or goes down is something that will make us looks good and to keep a smile on our faces; even so, that will earn us a crown and an embrace with a good taste and with lots of good grace. And so, with that being said, let us stay up with what's good and right; most importantly, with a real good name, and so we won't come down or lose our crown. Shalom n enjoy. Poem written by(Crystal) Yehuwdiyth Y Yisrael.
rise,
upward, cumulative
ascending, climbing, levitating
surge, crescendo, nosedive, slump
plummeting, dropping, sinking
plunge, descent
fall
full,
total, whole
jam-packing, loading, extending
entirety, aggregate, cavity, nothingness
draining, unloading, purging
void, abyss
empty
Date written: 06/16/2021
at icarus’ touch, apollo sees bright white,
sees the sun in icarus’ eyes in the moments before he touches it,
the moment before everything goes down in flames.
he says his name, hoarse and ragged, too soft and not at all enough
(icarus never paid attention).
“let it be known,” apollo tells him, “i’ve already warned you”.
icarus tunes him out and continues his path, a ghostly river run across apollo’s knuckles,
tracking a path the sun had made moments before.
“you’re too greedy”, apollo tries again,
somewhere between pleading in one breath and apologizing in another.
this won’t end well.
icarus cranes his neck to watch the sun swell in the sky,
watch it flirt and taunt him all in one rotation.
apollo, in one last-ditch,
last attempt, last pleading breath,
opens his mouth in the effort of anchoring this ticking time bomb to the ground where he belongs,
gets silenced by the first flutter of icarus’ makeshift wings.
one last path of his fingers over the jut of his jaw,
one last ghoulish river crafted through the hollow of his throat,
the boy stands up and dusts himself off;
takes flight.
apollo doesn’t watch him fly, doesn’t wait to see what he knows will happen.
just traces the phantom touch left on his skin and closes his eyes.
thinks to himself, this won’t end well.