Best Windup Poems
Dragonfly, shiny
Windup toy, in flight, you dance
Among the cattails.
Categories:
windup, animal, appreciation, beautiful, earth,
Form:
Haiku
Looking high up in the sky
I stand still in my balcony
Thinking and about to cry
Filthy thoughts are all that fathom me
I am getting high with the air
Thinking of the darkness
And giving the stars a blank stare
Shouting out my mess
And oh! I feel lucky railings are covered
I would have slipped
Bleeding yet undiscovered
And firmly gripped
My darkness would hold me
I knew for sure
Coz what lies inside me
Doesn't have a cure
And oh I could finally sleep
Without the worry of waking up
Maybe some would weep
Thinking its my windup
I wish I come back someday
When you stand in your balcony
You think of me as you may
And maybe then you'd be able to see
A world I have left behind
My footsteps above the stars
And deep inside your mind
You'd know the meaning of my scars
You'd know the meaning of my scars
Categories:
windup, 10th grade, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Bat, ball, and glove, a sacred rite of spring
Timeless afternoons of joy shared by all
Everyone gets a chance to give a swing
To meet the challenge: putting bat on ball.
Stretch, windup, and pitch, a flaming fastball
Hitter gives it flight with resounding crack
Outfielder’s eyes wide, then pedaling back
Jubilant bat toss, he breaks into run
Pitcher’s shoulders droop, his jaw going slack
Outfielder against fence, it’s a home run!
4/10/16
Categories:
windup, baseball, sports, spring,
Form:
Dizain
The universe revolves around patterns and numbers.
Like an insomniac knowing not the meaning of the word slumber.
To say it's a big place would be a gross understatement.
If it were a face we'd be living on a farthing of a freckle,
a speck within a speck, in a weak attempt at communicating
with other fellow specks.
So where does that leave us,
being little more than dust riding on the coattails of pebble?
In the grander scheme of things
are we just the byproduct that some entity imagined one day
from a place both incredibly near and far, far away?
One who is a whiz at math no doubt...
Just look at the population,
how in it's in a constant state of progressive multiplication,
born into a world yet only to be divided into petty categories:
White, black, brown, yellow,
short, tall, slim, fat,
Asian, Caucasian,
European, Indian,
Yugoslavian, Brazilian.
It's a wonder we are recognized at all
living on this ball within a greater ball.
You wonder who holds the strings
or if we're all just windup toys;
alive and exciting for a time
only to run into the last gear,
the last programmed function.
Just what in the world are we doing here?
The universe may practice it's progressive multiplication
and subsequent division. That doesn't bother me.
What I personally like to do is find the GCD (greatest common denominator)...
... the fact we live and breathe. Ears to hear and eyes to see. So pick up the pieces... we have a long way to go if we can ever hope to solve this puzzle.
Though we may be a speck within a speck
riding on the coattails of a pebble, rejoice
with me. That you ARE, that you BE.
Take a good long look
at what surrounds you. It is much more than
it appears.
I don't know all the answers, but I do believe
we have a purpose here.
For the Nationality Contest.
Categories:
windup, imagination, introspection, philosophy, universe,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I was silently watching the two Mary’s sigh and cry,
When the earthquake hit and I just wanted to cover,
The ground nearly parted and there was no-one to chi,
I hit the deck for stones from the tomb threw over.
Covering my head with my hands and laying tight up,
I was aware of the two Mary’s moving over speedily,
To the tomb stone to take advantage of the windup,
Which just contributed to the terror weighing heavily.
After six minutes it ceased, and peace did administer,
The two of them were straight at the caster right in there,
But I needed another while to recover from the disaster,
So just sat looking firstly at the grass, then over there.
By the time I got them they’d given the body determinedly,
To the gardener who already had lit it and was fanning it,
So I ran as fast as a chicken away from a fox very quickly,
Up the mountain to get my head straight to think about it.
I worked it out that I had to talk with the two Mary’s,
Because I also appreciated what Jesus did when alive,
Since he had cured my cousin from quadriplegic paralysis,
Such that this cousin’s possibility was now to thrive.
So I did decide to accept Mary’s plans of ingenuity,
For the continuation of her son’s work with the poor,
Which would change medical services directivity,
From the rich monopoly over to with anyone to moor.
The two woman’s plans would ignite a movement,
Start a Society, organisation or group to proclaim,
That the way to live was through love’s enrichment,
Not by class prized, but by living everyday in His name.
So we talked, and the two women promised me silence,
About my failure to keep the stone which sealed the tomb,
If I kept silence about them having a stealing licence,
And about their real physical action of removing the womb.
So that was how the resurrection myth took off, started,
That was how it began, it did come from two parties,
From the Roman soldier representing the state above,
And from Jesus’ kin representing the people’s armies.
I don’t think Christianity would’ve occurred without,
The soldier man Roman guard of the tomb believing,
In Jesus plight and in the right of a movement, shout,
About Jesus, through the religion of Christianity aging.
Categories:
windup, easter, faith, happiness, jesus,
Form:
Quatrain
Weebles wobble
but they do fall down.
Once without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles,
they bubble, bobble, boggle, bottle and boondoggle coddles and dawdles;
a colossal ensemble debacle joggles and toggles the toddler's throttle
waiting on wafting waffles the twaddle and goggling the toppled pottles.
Just google that old fossil's nozzle schnozzled squabble.
Tongue twister:
without windup whimsy weebles wobble writhing in wistful wiggly wattles
Categories:
windup, children, word play,
Form:
Blitz
The robin's egg rolled far away from haven tree.
A wee devil's hole in its side.
I took a one eyed peak...nothing left inside.
What to do with such a perfect shade of broken blue.
Feed it to the trash heap hag.
To spend its final days with rotting fruit and metal rags...
So, I placed it gently on a nightstand.
Aside a windup clock.
Now I'm playing mother bird.
To caged time and unborn songs.
Categories:
windup, bird,
Form:
Didactic
(feelings)
They say Beauty is skin deep. They lied.
Then why are they the first to whine.
They say they like girl's with small boobs.they lied.
Then why do they busy checking out the girl with a push up bra.
They say they like skinny girls.they lied.
they windup looking like a toothpick next to a fat girl.
they say they like girls that is not wild and crazy.
When all they could of done is go to the girl they really wanted,
for not every female are desperate.
They say they not looking at that other girl butt.they lied.
They do not have enough hand to hold the one they already have.
I can make this page longer .but I have no feelings any longer
All I can say is they lied. and fcku for my time i wasted on you.
Categories:
windup, community, spoken word,
Form:
Free verse
(fact)
The one thing I miss I wish I knew we're they were
I made a big mistake for those were my treasures indeed.
It's hard not having the things that you try to past down
To your young, so they can understand certain things
But That they rather see.
I did not realize the mistake I made when I placed
All my highschool memories items and others in storage.
I miss all the writing I did for the magazine I wrote for.
I miss my first story I published for YM magazine I had my own copy.
I miss my yearbook for I couldn't even get a another copy but
Only have my transcript as proof.
I did not know things was gonna turn out the way it did to
cause me to lose my things in storage on purpose.
I wish they still there for I have no clue cause of lost contact.
I do not know why so suddenly I started dealing with
Thieves starting to use that as a advantage for robbery.
For I windup losing my son childhood things in storage
and that was done on purpose by some that works in the
System not by my doing.
They always say if you trying to be a good Samaritan to
Someone else it as to come from your donation not from
Something you stole or scam from someone one else
For that only makes you a thief not a hero not a good Samaritan at all.
So I don't know why or how that started become in to play
So suddenly but all I know I want all those things back.
For The mistake I made from that past was my only one
Big mistake.
Categories:
windup, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Love songs and wishes;
A ride at the fair;
A menu nutritious;
He floated on air
Searching for chances;
As hope comes to fade
Like a windup he dances;
But no one will trade.
There on the stairway
Going up going down;
Love on the airways;
Was the act of a clown?
Categories:
windup, romance
Form:
Rhyme
Today the earth is pleasant
Last night, I slept with the half-moon
Looking down to a wary peasant
Working so to grab a spoon
Today the earth is spherical
Tomorrow, I'd be buried six feet above
It's a nasty place, but not cynical
We always pray to the one above
Forever, the earth is generous
To contain the living amongst the dead
Killing for a plot is dangerous
We only get six feet, when we windup dead.
Categories:
windup, africa, cheer up, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
She didn’t know pt.2
The Getaway
Making my get away I was walking fast.
Hiding the two bags of money in an old target shopping bag.
Walking with no witnesses as to which way I went.
It was all I could do not to break out and sprint.
As we now know it’s not safe to wear a hoodie
when you walk through a gated community.
I saw the volunteer guard before he saw me.
Briskly I ducked behind a large Oak tree,
I didn’t wanna windup D-O-A
in the middle of my get away.
This time of morning
there were no other prying eyes,
so, I quickly changed out of my bold disguise.
Slowing my pace, taking time to rub a little
dirt on my face.
Karma and luck were with me,
still no one gave chase.
Made it six blocks and on a corner.
Found a man looking out of place.
We made a traded and I give him a good deal.
For his card board sign that said
(Help I’m Homeless)
He got a white sweat suit and enough cash
to eat a good meal.
I give him another twenty
and said to have a good time.
Because for the rest of the day
this is corner is all mine.
So, I stand on this corner
with my help the homeless sign.
Hiding in plain sight, in the next poem.
I’ll tell you what happened to me that night.
Categories:
windup, fantasy, humanity, imagery, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
There was no joy in Fenway
With Damon at the plate.
Our lead was 1-0;
The game was getting late.
The Yankee star could win the game,
Short hair upon his head.
The windup and the pitch came in,
"Strike one," the umpire said.
The fans were yelling gleefully,
"A traitor," players beamed.
Mighty Johnny dug in eagerly,
"Strike two," the umpire screamed.
The boos were now resounding,
Our "hero" taking aim.
The pitch was straight and true this time,
One swing would win the game.
There now is joy in Fenway,
It's time to cheer and shout.
The swing met only harmless air,
Mighty Johnny had struck out.
Categories:
windup, funny, joy,
Form:
Light Verse
Something's hiding under your bed
Inside your closet hides way your dread
Hidden messages stuck inside your head
Something ticking away your windup heart
Feelings mixed, bitter and tart
Everything sweet has rotten away
Nothing keeping you up all day
Feel your emotions take control
Someday soon release the troll
He hinds underneath your bed at night
Giving sweet dreams the taste of fright
Making your life an autopilot flight
If you open up the crate you indeed inside your closet
Perhaps someday you could forget
Open up and share the earth
Try to chance off the fearful curse
It's called life, there's just open escape
So find the key and free the monsters from the crate
Categories:
windup, cheer up, confidence, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
bottom of the ninth
two on, two out, two strikes
the windup, the pitch..........
John G. Lawless
1/18/2020
Categories:
windup, hope, spring,
Form:
Senryu