Best Write Up Poems
We have moved to higher Grounds.
The ridge enclave in mist and cold
Sight is poor as in jackets we fold
Peering below at the stagnant pools
-Covering to brim our hoeing tools.
Ink that was too thick is diluted
Scribbling leaves with water polluted
We’ve moved to scribble on the higher rocks
We’ve move away from the flooding docks
The streets are full of my works I never sold
Stories I thought will never be told
Only, I had already told them and someone else was bold
No- bolder than I ever were my dreams to uphold.
And now these earthquakes has also robbed me
Stolen the duet written by Maya and me
It has rolled and warped it in earths bare dust
Maya thinks I betrayed her most treasured trust.
And so when we couldn’t stand the waters flowing
When into our warm beds the stream came rushing
We took our feet and mind and our family of poets
And moved to higher grounds, we live again as cave poets.
We scribble in the darkest night
With splinters red enough to glow morsel light
We remember the glow of a car parking light
And we press the ochre harder, lips held tight.
We write on the rough walls of our refuge cave
Writing poetry in coded images of flower and dove
We write our fury in dark wooden coal,
-And happiness in a picture of an owl school.
Our hearts have enjoined from its broken bounds
But we still remember with the scariest, loudest heart pounds
And still we write up-up the filling rocks. Filled with words
-Words about the higher grounds and the flooded grounds.
The rocks floods with sentiments of frustration
-of the sired generation now lost in the canyon
-age has caught up to us and the cave is dripping with poetry
-so we pick a box of special pen and one or two poultry
-and we move to higher grounds.
Where the rocks are clean and caves are darker and empty
Categories:
write up, change, imagination, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
If life is one long journey,
There are milestones on the way,
From birthdays and bar mitzvahs
To a graduation day.
A wedding and a baby’s birth
(Or two or three or four),
A moving day or brand-new job
Are other ways to score.
A prize, award or write-up
Of accomplishments will count
When milestones are considered;
There’s no average amount.
But when we look back on the lives
That we have lived or made,
The milestones are the memories
That somehow never fade.
Categories:
write up, life,
Form:
Rhyme
They made mammon somethng measurable, mighty, & magnificent,
everywhere that labor, exchange, & entertainment exist monuments
to money, large and small,
the genesis was excess manufacture
such as grain, gold, textiles & ceramics,
animals & people,
purveyors were born like corn on the cobb,
like mist in morning,
buearruacracies of religion & government emerged from the basic business
of buy & sell, structure was supplied by law & covetuousness,
the greed of need,
people enticed to sell their Spirit in the form of toil for products,
eventually for fiat currencies, profit took the place of contribution,
slavery evolved into serfdom,
from the plantation to the factory unproductive owners needed managers,
individuals with minimal compassion & maximum ambition, essence extractors,
the whip replaced by the 'write up' and tacit threat of poverty,
the iron chain supplanted by hopelessness of ignorance in limited training,dependency,
management believed in synergy,the kind that rewarded the few
at the expense of the many,
the river of Life tore into the irrigation of wealth for selected heredity,
bussinessmen want employees & citizens with low self esteem, shallow interests & passions,
economy as cosmos, profits as pieties, workers as sinners,
edicts of 'minimum wage' and requirements for age are simply Market stabilizers
implemented to ensure profit,
taxes a financial plan of slave paid for regulation,
the management caste, the sociological strata designed to keep laborors feeling underachieving,
crows squawking against crows so that dragons fly free -
J.A.B.
Categories:
write up, education,
Form:
Didactic
Li Na Tennis Champion
Asians in general sat up to take notice when from the vastness of China arose a tennis great…
Never mind it was a she, and at an advanced chronological ripe old age of almost touching 30…
Li Na from China was one well travelled tennis star, her world accolades coming in very late…
When many a famous players were thinking of retiring in fatigue, she upped her game to the level elite..
First and only Asian to win a Grand Slam Singles title, she was a ripe old 29 when it happened…
Many more illustrious tennis professionals have long gone to pasture before reaching 29 or after…
But not Li Na the most famous professional tennis player from China, the most illustrious too..
2011 French Open Champion at age 29 followed in 2 years later , 2014 Australian Open at age 32…
Now , if one were to check up on China’s most famous tennis daughter, Wikipedia has it all …
It chronicles in fascinating details the checkered career of this badminton reject since she was small…
An astute coach suggested she had best switch from the ever popular racket game called badminton…
In that big nation of badminton crazies all over, it must have hurt to be ejected from badminton…
But her excellence in tennis was astonishing to say the least, by 1997 she was in the national team…
Incredibly, she was then only a teenage at fifteen when China drafted her into her National team…
Two years later, in 1999 following a 10 months stint sponsored by Nike, Li Na turned professional…
Her rocky path to be a successful professional was camouflaged by her many ITF numerous titles…
However, she quit the National team in 2002, going on to complete a Bachelor of Journalism in 2009..
This was another cap in her journey to tennis success, an academic complement to her tennis prowess…
From the barrage of numerous first evers for this Chinese tennis phenomenon until her retirement..
It is obvious she was a tennis prodigy who happened to come from the far east to tennis fans' amazement...
For further readings of Li Na, the most famous Chinese phenomenon in woman professional tennis …
Do a Google search and feel amazed at the massive write up about China’s most famous daughter in tennis..
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Na
Or Look out for Li Na Superstar Part 2
Categories:
write up, appreciation, celebrity, community, dedication,
Form:
Narrative
Section 2.
This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first words
I'll disperse and hurt and burn this world
I'll slaughter the gods, and it'd need some audible gauze
Even the titans would be frightened, and they'd outta applause
And stand for my cause, For R.A, And Vinnie Paz
For hip-hop to stay alive, Cause "Legends never die"
All we do is just "Carry on traditions"
Just new people, with new ambitions giving new definitions
With new visions that we will never be missing
We'll be hitting and spitting and carrying this out with our existence
But the distances between this twisted system
Is just us forever living, Gifted kids on there cosmic ****
Comically causing and costing our own cosmic consciousness
For calling and catering our cautiousness, and stomping over whacks emcees confidence
Preparing to constantly conquer all the continents
But not ready for compliments, cause I don't even have an audience
But with this dominance I should be destroying the awesome-est
I'm so monstrous when I write up on these documents
I'm probably properly populating my honestness
And it's quite obvious I'm calling it, quite the dominant opposite of your own conscious gift
Honestly my hypothesis is if I had everyone behind me at metropolis, I'd remain anonymous.
Categories:
write up, character, dream, heartbreak, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
I’ve paid my fee
Uploaded pictures of me
In a attempt to attract a mate
Or maybe just a single date
As the single life, all be it free
Simply does not agree with me
Now don’t be fooled by my opening verse,
Im not unattractive and by no means adverse
To normal social conduct of a type
To attend bars and clubs on an hormonal fuelled night
To meet and greet the love of my life
Someone to have me in sickness and in strife
Or maybe just a fumble with someone I find
To gyrate on the dance floor, our bodies entwined
Yet no matter how many numbers, no matter how many texts
I still haven’t found my ideal opposite sex
So I revert to the internet with a plan in my head
Not attempting to seduce someone into my bed
I write up a statement about who I am
But I’ve chosen a picture of Jean Claude Van Damm
You see the plan that I’ve hatched is one of up most cunning
And my concern here a must is I’ll send em’ all running
With a picture of me trying to look like a cutie
Or my bare naked chest to try something more fruity
No I’ll draw the poor girl in before I cause her alarm
Then win over her trust with my very best charm
Before revealing myself in all of my might
And watching my next taking to flight
But please my dear reader I ask you to see
That this angle of dating can back fire on me
As it didn’t occur to me, my mind never entering fear
that there are many a female with a similar idea
to post pictures of models and claim it to be them
to draw the attention of unsuspecting men
And I admit my dear reader that I was ensnared
By a female of the species and enticed to her lair
For the picture I saw was of a heavenly blonde
Instead what I got was something quite wrong
And yet the face that confronts me is troubled and dim
And the girl stood before me rubs the stubble on her chin
She says she is angry that I should take a hike
For my blushing bride expected a Van Damm look alike
Seems we both learnt a lesson about internet dating
You need honesty and trust before cyber style mating
Categories:
write up, funnyme, girl, internet, me,
Form:
Light Verse
If you're looking for an interesting way to go.
And an interesting way of life.Get out your pen and paper.
And write up a storm.
Write-write-write-write-write-write-write..
Write up a storm.
If you find your times been passin'..
You feel your life's a bore.
You need to feel a little stronger.
You need to open up a door.
You should! Get out your pen and paper.
And write up a storm.
You should! Write a little longer.
Write up a storm.
Write-write-write-write-write-write-write..
Write up a storm..
So you think your writing's getting good.
You think you found a way.
You think you found your interesting life.
Now you're writer of the day.
You should! Get out your pen and paper.
And write up a storm..
You should! Write a little longer.
Write up a storm..
Write-write-write-write-write-write-write.
Write up a storm..
Write up a storm...
Storm-Writer-Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1995,2015..ALL rights reserved..
Categories:
write up, moving on, storm, write,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Growing Up
by Robert Austin Allison
When I was just 4 years of age,
I was stuck in the crawling stage.
I had already started talking,
But I hadn't yet started walking.
When I walked - my leg turned in,
Mom knew something was wrong right then.
"Mommy It Hurts" I would plead and beg,
So the doctors x-rayed my leg.
When my sister passed away - Your
world seemed at its end,
Then the doctors said I'd never walk again!
The specialist said I had a bone disease,
By the name of Legg-Perthes.
The doctors kept giving you the same old lip,
But the specialist is who x-rayed my hip.
The specialist said I would walk again,
But the bone over my hip was paper thin.
I had to wear a cast for a while,
But now we had a good reason to smile. :-)
Remember my picture and write-up in the Commercial News?
I was almost five and could finally wear real shoes!
The shoes in the picture had a metal bar in between.
Kids at school poked fun at me and were so mean.
The special shoes I wore - they were no fun.
I had to crawl up stairs one by one.
Going down stairs - I had no fear,
'Cause I had to go one by one - on my rear !
Hope this gives you a glimpse into my life Growing Up.
Keep going and never give up! Thanks for reading.
Comments? Suggestions? Let me know. Thanks!
Categories:
write up, bullying, childhood, death, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
I'm late to the
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12
More licks.
Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can
Write or read anyway.
The Society is not
What it used to be.
The Calicos hog the floor.
Between coughing
Up hair balls
They espouse on
Innovative scratching posts
And the hidden
Benefits of sour milk.
Siamese are the worst, though.
Not saying a word. Just
Glaring about in creepy pairs.
"We are Siamese if you please DON'T."
I'm having a blast on my own,
Sitting in this tipped-over
Garbage can in my cozy-dark alley
Enjoying my Heathcliff strip.
Classic. Garfield's overwritten.
Heathcliff's real. My old friend,
Iglesias, a true Burmese,
Says he met the real Heathcliff
Back in '85. I call Bull-litter.
Ah geez,
They're rawring for me now,
Cuz it's my birthday
And they made
Some sort of parfait
Fulla old bananas
And moldy raisins.
So if I'm a total no-show
They're all gonna be
Hissed off.
I better get going.
Thanks for listening
To my PurrCast.
Don't forget to
Lick and subscribe.
Categories:
write up, cat, funny,
Form:
Free verse
"Silence is golden",a talking slogan,
In the stores of words all go maiden,
A reward in gold for words unspoken,
But no any awards for words spoken,
"Spoken words unable to come back",
Mixing the air like aqua in milk shake,
Words creeping like fearful snakes,
Kissing slowly the tongue that makes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Poisonous words like poisonous snakes,
Hurting words in heart not bin,
Scars remain as a sign of sin,
Use of abuse in no peace,it seem,
Tasting leaves like trees of neem,
Using abuse,refusing right,
Hell stays in the users sight,
Silence all what the universal system,
Speaking people all breaking the system,
Silence is golden,not someone's saying,
A dumb's write up now loudly speaking!
Categories:
write up, peace,
Form:
Light Verse
Read
This write
Up or
Down it's not
Left to right
You reading in verse
You may even curse
And others might fret too
Left and alone read words
Back later and read
Two poems more slowly
And even then
Up or down
I did
Write this
Read
7/17/16
Read this write up or down it's not left to right. You reading in verse you may even curse and others might fret too, left it alone. Read words back later and you read two poems more slowly and even then up or down I did write this read.
Read this write did I, down or up then even and slowly, more poems, two! Read and later, back words read. Alone, and left too fret might others. And curse even may you, verse in reading. You right to left not it's down or up, write this read.
Categories:
write up, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Considering all the people there, it’s a big state!
Many members from New York have talent that's great.
Poets hail from Syracuse, Rochester, Albany,
Plattsburgh, Scarsdale, White Plains, or Schenectady.
They may come from Niagara Falls or Binghamton,
or one of the five boroughs such as Bronx or Brooklyn.
From Long Island Sound, to as far west as Buffalo,
the poets from New York are the ones we should know.
These folks can write up a storm of impressive poetry.
Their fanciful works defy comparability.
They live anywhere between Yonkers and Utica.
The numbers of their great poems are a plethora.
So we salute all our members from the Empire State
You are the people everyone can appreciate!
Categories:
write up, dedication, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
I've never seen a more shiny moonlight
I've never had a more gorgeous guide
I could never hope for any other so bright
I could never hope for another that mild
She's that parcel that glows in the dark
She's that arrow that points to perfection
She's that write up I crave for its mark
She's my smile, the thief of my affection
I call her my moonlight in darkness
Much more precious than the ring of Mordor
I call her my friend, my happiness
She's greater than you think, she's more
Like a hit song, fabulous with harmony
Like an artwork, beautiful and attractive
Like a dance move, wanting and lovely
She's my best friend, my all, my everything
Dedicated to my best friend, UJU NWOKOYE
Categories:
write up, friendshiphope,
Form:
Rhyme
A Sophisticated Drink
It stood there on the table a litre bottle of martini stuff
made in a factory in Milan and has nothing to do with
proper wine. The workers are basely underpaid, when
they ask a rise the get served martini for breakfast-.
Or perhaps I´m wrong and it is in South Africa where
sober wine workers get fired because they are unionised
and do ask for a better wage. Martini is a cheap product
that has been given a great write up, a liquid of alcohol,
water and some good smelling herbs.
The mystery is not solved who had put the bottle on my
table? In a book by Somerset Morgan an ill willed woman
put a bottle of whisky by a vase of flowers for a woman
she didn´t like, to find. The disliked woman found and drank
the whisky- straight from the bottle. She now a tart in bars
sits on men´s lap for a drink, as the ambiguity continues,
like cigarette smoke inhaled and exhaled in a deep dream
of a smoker who has recently quit.
Categories:
write up, good morning, good night,
Form:
Blank verse
******Calling All Poet's*********
Mimunna is a switch/bate scham on the internet that has infiltrated our rank's......
Poet's, write and give her your love. Poet's take the floor and express your love
via E-mail!!!!!!! Get the write-up, up! Kiss>Kiss>Kiss-up!
*****She is at(mine4love8@yahoo.com) Let her know we care!!!!!
MIMUNNA, MIMUNNA
Mimunna, Mimunna
I know that you love me
But, tell me is it me
Or maybe
My money
That you are trying
To free
------
You wrote me on the internet
Told me that I was a catch
But, you are nothing to me
Not even an even match
------
I told you that I love you
But, who love's who more
Are you a real person
Or are you just
An inter-net whore
-----
A whore on the internet
Writing me back
Seeing if I will fall for you
Maybe give you some scratch
-----
Baby, your'e Scheme is kind
Of wack
------
Sure, you can write me
On the internet
And that is true
So, remember that
Their is just a little bit
More than just loving you
And that is this simply
This thing called {Poetry)
So, don't be a stranger
Check me out on Poetry Soup
GF
Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS
Categories:
write up, education, friendship, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Quatrain