Best Word Of Mouth Poems
It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed
Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when a needy person's day
doesn't go as planned
Ripping someone else apart
by word of mouth or pen
is the latest social craze
done time and time again
You just insulted someone's mom
with fingertips on keys
but never knew she's suffering
a horrible disease
That young girl who is overweight
your comments cut her deep
and you all had a hearty laugh
like herds of rabid sheep
Some who came across your path
had nowhere else to go
but hatred and sarcastic wit
were all you cared to show
People aren't obstacles
to roughly push aside
humanity is family
from which one cannot hide
Strangers might be future friends
whose names you don't yet know
just open up your hearts and minds
and see where life will go
I shouldn't have to say these things
they should be understood
but human beings typically
choose evil over good
Spread kindness everywhere you go
so little is the cost
for it could easily be you
whose life is nearly lost
Let someone lean upon you
if they find it hard to cope
you never know when you'll be called
to be someone's last hope
Categories:
word of mouth, love, pain, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
not entered in a contest
"There is no more dangerous menace to civilization
than a government of incompetent, corrupt, or vile men."
~ Ludwig von Mises
Presidential candidates are men of the same unfit kiN
Only one thing they are after ~ the votes of you and I
Left wing or the right; it's a catastrophe in the makinG
Its leadership offered, but it's just their word of moutH
They've made promises that neither of them has kepT
I make no distinction between a donkey or pachyderM
Curmudgeons are they, past prime. One with dementiA
And the other a felon with insufferable moral behavioR
Lordy, what dismal choices when America goes to votE
Categories:
word of mouth, political,
Form:
Acrostic
The daylight doesn't seem as bright as before,
as if the sun is fast fading away.
And gathering grey clouds fuel rains that pour:
sending kids scurrying inside to play.
Autumn's pretentious colors fade from sight,
until no trace remains; their beauty brief.
And short days relinquish their length to Night,
the trees stripped naked, not a single leaf.
The honking geese have all migrated south,
along with most of our precious songbirds.
And, daunting rumors, spread by word of mouth:
whisper Winter's here in so many words.
Winter's wailing winds will start whistling soon,
and we all must learn to dance to Her tune.
Categories:
word of mouth, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Sonnet
I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.
We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.
The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must
be
Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that
brave
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story
within.
If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue
And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain
That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants
But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature
Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That
Old Red Barn”
Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Date: 11/13/2010
Categories:
word of mouth, allegory, beautiful, me, old,
Form:
Couplet
Is it autumn, when silence has come to a lonely lakeshore?
Throngs of reveling summer tourists are flocking here no more.
Is it autumn, the water's sitting still in the swimming pool?
The rowdy children have gone, unhappily, back to their school.
Is it autumn, when the blooming gladiolus have been lost?
Tonight, the garden's bounty will be bitten by our first frost.
Is it autumn, do golden cornstalks hang heavy with their yield?
The farmer has a scarecrow propped, out standing in his field.
Is it autumn, the pumpkins have no orange spattered 'round them?
Their deep green color is fading now, up near the browning stem.
Is it autumn, the farmer has left his apple orchards bare?
The spiced aroma of baking pies goes drifting on the air.
Is it autumn, when the gathering geese ready to fly south?
Two neighbors saw them yesterday, I have heard, by word of mouth.
Is it autumn, with dying leaves turning shades of rust and red?
The maple tree's timbers brave the wind as they begin to shed.
Is it autumn, with ever shrinking sunsets and chilly nights?
There comes a whiff of warm woodsmoke as the first fire alights.
Is it finally the day when autumn will at last arrive?
Twelve months ago was a long, long time to wait to feel alive!
Date - 8/26/2022
(15 syllables per line)
Categories:
word of mouth, autumn, change, farm, garden,
Form:
Couplet
Today's Sounds
Music rolls off the banjo, bluegrass
Active cheery sound, gland it’s around,
Folk music in little town passed down by word of mouth;
Family remembers and other people too, and songs abound.
Symphony sounds dynamic notes through the grand hall,
Aria Nessun Dorma rapturous great joy emotion,
Opera transports to a lofty feeling, heavenly classical,
Piano music and classical guitar uplifting feeling locomotion.
Listen, echoing 14th century chant cathedral music,
Hymn captivating, baroque music alive to this day,
History’s not historical, it’s not even past; and organ rolls on,
Waltz smoothly wafts across the air through the dance hall bay.
Ice cream parlor music cheerful tunes with hot fudge sundae,
Oldies music reminiscence rock ‘n’ roll, jazz, country and western feeling,
Big band dance music, rhythm and blues, brass band thrill,
Gospel music, spirituals, and blues, highland healing.
Motion picture music score jumps high fidelity positive
Enjoyment, touching stereo button to instrumental music roll,
Relax in the day, easy listening music comfortable rest,
Sound waves motions ear drums, people listen alive soul.
Categories:
word of mouth, culture, family, history, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Sniper hid vapors
tend to always bullet strike
with stealth air carrier accuracy
Silent noxious assault
pierced the nostrils
with oxy painful inhalation,
of the non-ventilated third degree
Deadly gaseous arrows
hit the overcrowded banquet room target;
and killed a-many healthy appetites,
with an alarming,
depressed tongue rate-of-mortality
Hurried footsteps exiting
is all the flatulent evidence I would need
to likewise proceed ... very quickly
Some intestinal terrorist
was dropping
lite ranch dressing bowel bombs,
most heavily
And the near-suicidal rush to escape
has gag damaged many throats,
most indiscriminately
I don’t cruelly mean to turbo fan
butt-of-joke rumors
with word-of-mouth rapidity
But ... it really was
a silent butt deadly graduation affair
And I say this,
with the utmost, stiff upper-lip respect:
Scented air peace
from an anonymous tip identity
This upwardly mobile yuppie —
Troll emoji catphish-ing bottom feeder
harbors no low-brow,
high school dropout insensitivity
Categories:
word of mouth, fun, humorous, satire, word
Form:
Light Verse
I’m watching my surroundings
And I don’t know what to do
The world is coming to an end
And I’m trying to warn you.
I’m writing you a message
Which I hope that you’ll receive
And on this parchment written well
I hope that you’ll perceive
The dangers of experiments,
Of waste and luxury,
This planet just cannot sustain
The lives of you and me.
I tried to send it via air
But the planes just will not fly;
They say the air is far too thin
That carbon is the sky.
So then I tried the mail on land
Encountering a quirk
Disease has stricken everywhere
And no one’s left to work.
Then sea it is, I’ll have it float
Within a bottle green,
But when I walked along the beach
There was no water to be seen.
I took it out and sat to think,
I’ll offer it by hand,
But when I reached to pick it up
It burnt into the sand.
I’d write another warning sign
But no pages in my hand,
I’d tell you using word of mouth –
Would you ever understand?
The air, polluted thick and through,
Disease from you to me,
The water’s gone and fires rage,
How can I make you see?
July 11, 2007
Categories:
word of mouth, earth,
Form:
Free verse
7/20/19
"I'll be your Joker"
Still a registered voter
Signed up to be an organ donor
And finally became a car owner
I rarely use a controller
When it's time, I'll man up and buy a stroller
As well as panels that are solar
Near and far from areas that are polar
Doesn't matter if I ever get a Range Rover
Or Roadster
I'm barely ever sober
Always been a loner
And stoner
3 months away from another October
If you want to be my Harley Quinn, I'll be your "Joker"
Not no poser
Where are you Scully? This is agent Mulder
Anytime you want, I'll be your shoulder
To lean on
From here to way beyond
For eons
Where's my Marge? I am Homer
I'll be your rock over and over
Since I've gotten nobler
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've seen it so much, I could compile a folder
Life's one giant rollercoaster
It's really revving my motor
All these women giving me a b***r
And then the cold shoulder
As if I am an ogre
I remain a soldier
Drinking high end coffee, no more Folgers
Getting wiser and older
Becoming bolder
As the world gets colder
I'm not feeling dolor
Just multi tasking, while a fire continues to smoulder
Maintaining my composure
Finding closure
Getting closer
To greatness instead of being mediocre
I enjoyed the work I did with several growers
As well as trapping some gophers
Occasionally I'll partake in poker
Even though I'm not the best hoaxer
Once or twice I used a fire stoker
When it came to Mary Jane, I was a doter
A fan of it's fragrance, it's not what I'd call an odor
I consume some products made by Clover
And am usually in places considered remoter
It's time I get a toaster and holster
I don't really need a Flame Thrower
Or to get my face on a most wanted poster
Suit yourself if you want to wear a boater
Or choker
Houses in continual foreclosure
Not always wise to go for the price that is lower
Someday my mind and body will be slower
And one day it'll all be over
10-4 over and out
And now you know, what i'm really about
Not just by word of mouth
As they say don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Regardless of if you had your doubts
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
word of mouth, dark, deep, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
In the Great War’s aftermath a handful survived,
though seven billion had perished.
Time to excavate a country’s history arrived
and much speculation had been nourished.
Survivors sought signs of the culture that had flourished.
Word-of-mouth history never explained
how the world’s once-great civilization fell,
or why such a small number remained.
Unearthing the White House proceeded well,
yet beneath it excavators found a mysterious cell.
This large, steel chamber was marked by the word “Banished,”
and as inquisitive searchers opened the vault,
curiosity promptly vanished.
Musty relics they examined without halt,
finally realizing what had been at fault.
Every document inscribed with “in God we trust”
and all references to a Creator
lay buried beneath dust.
Men lacking faith had believed there was no One greater;
hubris had been their annihilator.
English Quintain
May 19, 2018
Contest: ”In 100 Years”
Categories:
word of mouth, faith, history,
Form:
Quintain (English)
Aub
Aubrey Gordon Joseph Mc'Govern
by Don Johnson...
he was born in 1895 to a land so different then,
one of three boys born at Brenda station,
near to Hebel up the river near the water on a bend.
though just a child he told me of his life upon the land,
of strange things seen and space ships strange, with
coloured lights so grand.
how he and Walter and the boy had seen it flying past ,
but never went to look for it though it fell with a mighty blast.
he drove the coach for Cobb & co, held six horses by the rein,
these 3 Mc Govern's never married though,
so no Mc Govern's will remain.
he worked on Cubbie station as a station hand
their fences he did mend, delivered mail a sulky
mailman to the squatters he was friend.
no radio on the airwaves then, the news would come by him,
by word of mouth the bush telegraph, bare facts with no garnishing.
one time he was a shearers cook and cooked o'er an open fire.
he was on the rum, maybe seeing things, old Aub. he was no liar.
as he stooped to check the boiling pot he saw the Devil lunge at him.
so he flogged him off used his boiling spuds,
made a goodly campfire dim.
old Aubrey's gone where the old drovers go,
but i sure remember him.
as a story teller i did know,
when i was small and thin. …
Categories:
word of mouth, adventure, old, old,
Form:
Ballade
"Legend of the Raintree"
an ancient legend about the raintree
derived from the old South
a tree shedding golden tears
a promise of length of years
if found ... exclaimed by word of mouth.
young lovers searched to find this tree
buried deep in forest green
whose raindrops melted into the Earth
a treasure chest of enormous worth
only a truthful heart would reveal unseen.
in nightly storms cascades of rain
hypnotized with exotic call
branches without bloom
spelled ominous doom
still the legend lingers as raindrops fall.
*For Carol Brown's Raindrops Fall Contest.
*August 20, 2012
Categories:
word of mouth, adventure, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
From Africa to America spanning the world, quite possibly
My DNA struggled to survive to make me,
My existence is a testament to survival fitness,
My life is to nurture the future and bear witness, the past,
My name is the name to property they gave,
My heritage my lineage is that of a slave,
Yes, slave, property, harsh words to hear,
Great Granddad was born enslaved, three generations too near,
Granddad laid bricks, played music and sang,
Hope from Grandma’s illiterate lips, I sprang,
A lineage broken in Georgia or Carolina south,
passed on and on by word of mouth,
The legacy must pass through me to give my children power,
For their momma’s line stepped off the Mayflower,
In both I must help them see honor,
For the strength and the pride that made me must endure,
Listening, and teaching, and learning I press on without blame,
Learning from the past about my past I move on without shame,
Each new day, new creation, I write the story,
One of survival, renewal, reflection, doggedly pushing toward glory,
I am black yesterday, I am black now, I am black history.
Categories:
word of mouth, beautiful, black african american,
Form:
Couplet
Time is precious and therefore we have to make it useful with a more better value for ourselves.
The moment when we meet a new person, is it better just relaxed to be ourselves and do everything as normal.
When we can gain interests or the stakeholders, it is not necessary to change, only when we are trying to impress another person to give them a better impression.
But it is just a wasting of time and we may get ourselves overreacting with a confused attitude.
Because if we are sure of ourselves or something (a product), this is indicating the much confidence we have thus a change in character or dignified on our attitude is totally unnecessary.
Be ourselves will remain the best and deliver the lasting result, because we can not sustain lifetime for impersonation others.
To impress others there are usually also involved expenses and we need to use more energy because we imitate to be another person.
If we do something good for ourselves and for the community, it is not really necessary to impress others, just presume we make it for zero additional costs.
Good things will of course be spreading like the wildfire, especially when others are feeling contented, because word of mouth is the best thing that could happen.
Only impress ourselves by doing good things and something we can be proud of.
That will give the best impression for our life and every second is not a wasted time for us.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/never-waste-time-trying-impress-others.html
Categories:
word of mouth, philosophy, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Is there life after death?
By Stanley R Harris
The new mad author
& A poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet
Is there life after death?
Did Christ rise from the dead?
If you are a true Christian!
Your faith must not that question.
In days of old word of mouth told.
Of what happened in those far-off days.
Then the word was written down.
By wise men, alas they were so few around.
If Jesus Christ was the son of God!
And came down from heaven to save us lot.
Why then could it not be.
After being crucified and died.
He rose from death for all to see?
Those wise words written long ago!
By wise men who seemed to know.
What the future would portray.
Which still some do not believe to- day!
A bright star they said would show the way.
Where Christ was born and it still shines today.
But crucified, He would be, they also say.
And rise from death on the third day.
Faith is what it’s all about.
Jesus spoke quietly did not shout.
Yet many that called to him.
He helped cure them, freed them from sin.
If I had two glasses of water!
Dissolve salt in one. Not that I ought.
And for water, you did thirst.
Which glass would you drink from first?
Now if I was always known to tell the truth!
Point out the glass that is pure.
That one you would drink I am sure,
And that is what faith or belief is for.
I guess what I am trying to say.
Do you believe and have faith?
Christ did rise on that third day.
As that’s what’s recorded about that day.
Raised in glory gone back home.
From where he did originally roam.
Now Jesus sits at the right hand of God on high.
His rightful place when He did finally die.
The above poem came to me, as BBC radio Suffolk today, Sunday 9 April 2017 Palm Sunday, were discussing they had interviewed some people who are claiming they were Christians did not believe Jesus rose from being dead. He was not the first person to rise from death, was He? As Lazarus was also raised from his tomb. Miracles are not impossible, are they?
Categories:
word of mouth, birth, death, life, religion,
Form: