Best Wips Poems
Dirty am I, was I until Jesus Washed Me Clean
O’ but that I have been lost
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Tattered and bathed in my own sin
until Jesus came and washed me clean
Trapped incumbent to this storm
Dirty was I now I'm cleansed
until Jesus came and washed me clean
Dirty am I, was I
Dirty was I now I'm cleansed
Tattered and bathed in my own sin
Dirty am I, was I
O’ but that I have been lost
1/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, confidence, forgiveness, how
Form:
Pantoum
Hooming in the near lorizon,
another girthday makes me bloomy
The yays, the dears are massing paster!
I am diserablly mepressed, and in a date of great sistress!
Age, you may agree, is rot for nissies!
More crinkles fill my worehead, more frowsfeet crame my face!
My shin is cagging, my doobs are bropping, my wackside biggles to and fro
One turn in front of glirror mass, and blaring gack is not the ass
that I had yorn just westerday!
My cimples are just dellulite, and jormones humping out of whack
My face gets sedder, I rurrender
Hig a dole and put me under!
My grair is hayer, my wips are hider, and travity has taken goll!
I'm binking, too, shrit by shrit!! Creaking, leaking, a shinking sip!
My femory is going mast! I search for lames and they've been nost !
I lander off, and then I'm wost….will you check the fost and lound?
Getting old has dot me gown!
I cannot wee sithout my glasses, I need a mozen dedications
My dibido has all but lisappeared, I fear the nend is getting ear !
Some may fall me rather coolish, but I would truly like to know
is the yountain, fouth for real? Deed me to it, I will link some
'Cause crowing golder isn't fun !!!
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3/2/16 For Spoonerism Contest
Sponsored by Roy Jergen
Categories:
wips, age, funny, old,
Form:
Free verse
By
STREET CRIES
AM I ASHAMED OF ME
SEE THE CITY WHERE I LIVE NOT OFTEN I SEE ME
MY JOB TEAM ONLY HAS ME
THAT LOOK LIKE ME
IS IT POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN ME
WOMEN THAT I AM ATTRACTED TO SOMETIMES
DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
PEOPLE THAT I OFTEN TALK TO DON'T SOUND LIKE ME
I AM SO USE TO NOT SEEING ME
SOMETIMES I DON'T EVEN SPEAK WHEN I SEE ME
TV SHOWS ME NEGATIVELY
IS THAT THE WAY I REALLY SEE ME
IT'S FUNNY HOW PEOPLE WHO DON'T LOOK LIKE ME
ACT LIKE ME
BUT DON'T WANT THE REALTY OF BEING ME
THIS COUNTRY WAS BUILT ON THE BACKS OF ME
WHEN THEY WHERE FINISH PUT WIPS ON THE BACKS
OF ME
TOLD ME I WAS UGLY NO BEAUTY IN ME
SEPARATED MY FAMILY SO THERE'S NO UNITY
THE BLOOD OF A SLAVE RUNS THROUGH ME
IS THAT WAY I HAVE A DISTORTED IMAGE OF ME
GET HIGH AND DRUNK TREAT MY WOMEN ABUSIVELY
CONSISTENTLY SEEKING THE DESTRUCTION OF ME
OBVIOUSLY WE NEED TO WAKE UP
LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND LOVE WHAT WE SEE
Categories:
wips, anxiety, appreciation, black african
Form:
Lyric
I AM A HERO
BLACK
Are you my kryptonite
To battle the powers that be
Discrimination, political
Spirituals warfare
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
WHITE Are you my kryptonite
White supremacy, skinned heads
Wounded knees
Shaved cold stoned hearts
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
NATIVE AMERICAN what tribe am I
And where am I, Are you my kryptonite
Rich men never poor again fighting rising TAXES
What a shame
This disclaimer
Black Panthers in the jungles
Just getting stronger;
Poverty clashes
Fake rented mustaches
Seasoned hick
Country kicks
All run away, no where to stay to each his own way
Just ain’t right to be individual heroes see none are right…
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
HERO AM I
Lo, I be creeping in the night…
I KRYPTONITE
1/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
January 28, 2020 Assignment
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, anxiety, corruption, discrimination,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I tranquility
I’m calm
I restfulness
I’m peace and quiet
Peacefulness I am
I quiet in quietude
I’m silence
I’m soundlessness a hush
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
PEACE
Stillness still am I
Privateness seclusion in mine solitude
Isolation retirement
Freedom from interference
Mental calm in mind serenity.
I am at peace and forever be
in a larger sense, peace (or peacefulness) can alas I’m always in a state of harmony,
Quiet or calm
I’m in serenity
Peacefulness, tranquility
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
My composure placidity placidness and at rest
I’m repose so at ease in comfort contentment In God’s security
Bliss
Joy
Nirvana, Hallelujah
Mixed in law and order
Peacefulness harmony
In harmoniousness accord Jesus concord
Amity I am amicableness in goodwill many friendship
Cordiality nonaggression and nonviolence
Respite
Lull
A ceremonial handshake or kiss exchanged during a service in some Churches symbolize I my Christian love and unity.
PEACE
That is not disturbed by anything at all,
I’m like a still pond with no ripples.
PEACE
I release myself of my emotions
I am not humanity judge nor jury
I am free
Freedom from dispute or dissension between individuals or groups
I agree and receive and believe in God’s grace and His glorious
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is a time without any fights or wars.
law and order I speak and live order peacefulness
Peaceableness harmony harmoniousness accord with my brothers and sisters
Concord amity amicableness goodwill friendship even if you proclaim to be my enemy
Cordiality nonaggression nonviolence respite lull
I’m so peace now it’s borderline unbelievable
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is in my life
In my minds world
I pour my heart out peace is mind and it can be yours?
This I receive it, speak it and I believe it…
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
January 7, 2020 Assignment
Categories:
wips, analogy, bereavement, confidence, peace,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
QUESTIONS TO THE UNIVERSE-
Hello, Universe are you God?
I AM
God you are… are you here?
I AM
What you are? Where and what are you?
I AM ALL THAT I AM
One of the many questions I have
And what are you, are you the universe
I AM
You’re the universe…yet you’re not
I AM
You’re everything thing we feel, sense and touch
You’re living things are you?
I AM ALL THIS THAT I AM
You’re planets, galaxies, dust, clouds light and stars;
Are you?
I AM
And you are even time. ...
Are you?
I AM
You containing millions or billions of stars.
And are you space between the stars and galaxies is large
You are all of space and time and their contents, including, are you?
All other forms of matter and energy.
God the universe?
I AM
Why, are You dark?
I AM
With specks of light, that shines ever bright;
Mostly black even in the daylight
And if I died will I still see you
As I no longer stand on this terrain;
The question is universe will you yet remain;
12/15/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class December 12, 2019, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, adventure, analogy, creation, environment,
Form:
Blank verse
At the Doorly Zoo a well-trained guerrilla waves
It’s 3:00 am
Gorilla flung his manure like a combat soldier in guerrilla warfare
No one but the ground keepers are there, MAN DOES IT SMELL
The phone rings at 3:00 am
Do you know where the monkeys are?
In the trees most of them upside down asleep
Emerald eyes shines as the screeching bats
Float, flutter, and fly in their habitat
Swoosh-----
The phone yet rings as 3:00 am
"At the Pavilion as the phone yet still rings at 3 a.m."
Some careless butterflies escape their exhibits
A few gotten eaten by night flown bats
What a traffic jam as the fish parade tween their glass petition
Punch adolescence gophers and ground hogs race for territory environment
While in the oval pit, circles the wild bobcat
It’s yet early, early morning at the Doorly Zoo
What are the animals gonna do
You see it be a wrong number…
A the pavilion as the phone yet still rings at 3:00 am
This wrong number person just keeps calling, calling…
Must be an emergency or something
See it be a wrong number…
"At the Pavilion as the phone yet still rings at 3 a.m."
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
January 7, 2020 Assignment
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, animal, corruption, environment,
Form:
Free verse
the sudden hint of the early sun strokes the dove
the mid morning air swiftly wips threw the raven
the morning moves on the sky is no longer its love
the afternoon hunger grows on in draven
he was the shining star as she was the only losted
he knows what is going threw her mind of wonderful lust
she sat in the cornner staring at him onl as closed
she looked and knew what he was goin to ask of her so she fussed
he cant control what is untameable
she cant make him stop loving
i cant prove to anyone that i am capable
she shrugges showing she is carring
fly away my little dove never to come back
come to me my valint raven and dont lack
Categories:
wips, dedicationmorning,
Form:
NEIGHBORS GRASS-
I have a neighbor who’s a man’s man;
He has every tool;
he needs in his garage and shed;
He has a lawn vac
A regular lawn mower
A leaf blower
A snow blower
He has a riding lawn mower
And an gas powered lawn edger
I say he has everything a man could ask for and yes, sir…
He has the greenest, flattest, prettiest lawn in a square mile
Isn’t no dandelions anywhere
12/15/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class December 12, 2019, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, appreciation, beautiful, caregiving,
Form:
Free verse
Yon rock you represent me, once dust a mark or character used as a conventional representation of an object
No, do I worship thee
your function, or process, I admire so easily
rock is a sign
rock is a character
rock is a mark
rock a letter
Hieroglyph, a ideogram a thing that represents or stands for something else
especially a material object representing something so abstract
you’re a symbol of solidness
you’re a symbol a stone without a face
you’re like me a rock yet without a soul
rock my emblem
rock my token
rock my sign
representation rock figure my image
you’re a symbol of solidness
you’re a symbol a stone without a face
you’re like me a rock yet without a soul
12/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class December 24, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, appreciation, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
I stand here in silences, but God knows me
I sit here in my personal space, quiet yet God hears me
You ask me how am I doing, you speak to me, say, “Hi”
Ever so ever yet quiet am I
Yes! It’s rude
It’s so not normal
To be ever so unpassionate, and disrespectful
Non communicated
So dumb-founded
……………………..The sound of silence
In my deepest whispers, I heard
The screams of my hidden demons
And my voice just chokes when I open up my eyes
My throat holds the air I breathe in
Now I’m ever so still
So dumb-founded
…………………..set in this the sound of silence
Beaten like a drum, cut up like a fish
Body placed on…society shattered dish
So infected no protection
Mum the word, challenges heard
Non bias
……………….The sound of silence
Breathe I not, no longer standing nor sitting
Still born, still not heard
No breathe coming out-my mouth
Laying down in this $5.000.00 METALLIC blue casket
You see me now
………………...still in my sound of silence
11/12/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, angst, desire, destiny,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Lamented Loneliness yet Not Alone
I am more than a mere man
I dress in the spiritual clothes of Jesus
I need prayer and redeeming grace
I am related to God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ
I vacation right now in my mind/sprint heaven
My job is to let my light so shine
I desire to live forever long eternally in heaven with Father God and Jesus
1/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
written in Poetry Form of "LAMENT" poem style
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, blessing, celebration, how
Form:
Free verse
Imperfection
Oozes from every wound
Making seen
Little girls'
Deadly defeat
Easily won
By any tried
Feeling worthy
In the moment
But filthy just thereafter
So gullable
So stupid
So easy
So lucrative it seems
Yet no one understands
The hurt within
Just trying to feel worthy
Just trying to fit in
though she swore
One of those
She won't become
Here she is
Pleading one of seven
Deadly sins
In moments briefly passed
A quick fix
Again she became
Opening herself up
For others' demand
She lays.
With deed done
Staring into green stars
Glowing in the dark
Eyes watering from
Lust filled lost grip
Anger suddenly sweeps
The want to grab
Weapons and harm
Unbearable to her heart
No one will know
No one will see
She tries to convince
Doubt rising within
Not worthy
Just a toy
Nothing more
Just a whore
Just on display
Just for sale
To highest bid they say
What be the price
For spoilt goods
Ruined by predecessors
That came Before
She knew who she was
Love
Cherish
acceptance
A simple price to pay
But a doll so broken
Bleeding
Its a fortune to lose
Her hair wips in her face..
As she stands staring
At what soon might be her
end..
Nothing
Worthless
Toy
Broken
Obsolete
Stern faced
Doll
One quick swipe
And fight is gone
Weeks of trying
To the dogs
One quick swipe
And crimson
Is seen
Gushing out
Over pale white skin
It flows and flows
Sooner now
The end is near
Crimson starts to flow
Life bleeding out
Hopes
Dreams
Ambitions
Gone
Just a shell of the girl
I used to know so well..
Categories:
wips, addiction
Form:
Free verse
LIGHT-SWITCH
I was ignored in the light
So I hid in the dark
I was shamed and sly
So I told myself a-lie
Full of despair, now I grown out my hair
Like Samson my strength in follicles
My feelings recreational
Neither longer truth nor dare
This chapter in my life sparks
Memories no longer in the dark
For you see I am a sinner
And now I’m coming out of the dark
You see I’m saved and forgiven and now I see the light
My life is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My love is like a Light-Switch, that I turn on and off
My eyelids are liken a Light-Switch which turns on or off
Unlike my feelings for God and Our Lord I will serve Him in peace and when I’m distraught
Unlike myself you see God’s not a light-switch, for He doesn’t turn on nor off
10/28/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, appreciation, confusion, depression,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Death is beauty only when it’s physical and your –
Soul and spirit goes to heaven
Ugly is beauty causing you to recruiting
Beauty is just a name
For the selfish
And the immune
Beauty is beheld
And I shall not behold
~
Beauty is the newborn winkled baby
Beauty is newfound land you enable
Beauty is Lucifer Satan
For you see he was one of the most…
Beautifulness of all thee angels
~
Beauty is just a name, for the selfish
And unrighteous
To keep down the plain, normal, and quiet
For the selfish as immune
Beauty is beheld and behold
Beauty only beauty when it comes from within then goes out
When you know this then you can shout
3/4/2020
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for February 25, 2020 assignment
For Class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
Categories:
wips, analogy, beautiful, how i
Form:
Free verse