Jump Out Poems | Examples

It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings

It was true that I didn't have much ambition, but there should be a place for those without wings,
a better place than the usual one, where dreams flow like rivers at dusk,
how could anyone enjoy being woken up at 6:30 in the morning by an unrelenting clock,
to jump out of bed like a puppet pulled by invisible strings, without a script,
to swallow breakfast on the run, like a river pouring into the sea without knowing its fate,
to go to the bathroom and brush teeth and hair, like a cold, mechanical ritual,
to battle traffic, a chaotic dance of cars and horns on crowded streets,
just to arrive at a place where, essentially, you make a lot of money for someone else,
and you're asked to be grateful that you're allowed to sell your time in pieces.
But where is the place for dreamers, for those who walk unknown and free paths,
a place where mornings are not dictated by clocks, but by the song of morning birds,
where value is not measured in money, but in moments lived in harmony with oneself,
where gratitude is not demanded, but naturally springs from the joy of being and creating,
a place where each day is a blank canvas, and we are the artists of our own destinies.

If I were a Submarine

If I were a submarine
I would jump out of the water
Checking to see if other ships
Were doing what they ought-er

Jules Verne would come back
And write lively stories about me
I would be deemed the sheriff
Of the Mediterranean Sea

Hope

Hope, that has kept me alive
Hope, that has kept me sane
Hope, that made me insane
Hope, that allows me to breathe
Hope, that suffocates me
Hope, that my child survives
Hope, that makes me breathe
Hope, that the sun shines tomorrow
Hope, that it rains on time

Hope, that the birds wake up again
Hope, that I am alive tomorrow
Hope, that my body doesn’t rot
Hope, that you exist
Hope, that our eyes met
Hope, that you shared what i felt
Hope, that I will make it through
Hope, that I won’t jump out of a building tomorrow
Or take rat poison or gas myself
Hope, that things don’t turn too much
Hope, that I make it through
Hope, that I will wake up again
Hope, that you will read this

Hope, that I am dead
Hope, that I am alive
Hope, that my dead body still breathes

Hope, that I don’t kill myself tomorrow

Soul

Someone please help me escape
A killer's chasing me
I'm deeper into the woods
He's slowly gaining I can't see
He follows me into a hole
From which there is no escape
He lifts his hand to swing it back
And drop into my face
I quickly dodge his swinging ax
I jump out of the way
No matter what I'm bound to die
Forever there we'll stay
Dancing back and forth we'll tire
Wishing I was dead
I fall on my knees as my legs give out
His ax-blade kissed my...

Enough

Hold my breath, gaze the space, thinking louder, this thoughts are enormous, fighting like two wounded elephants, my emotions suffering the devastating effects. Traumatized, lil and fragile mind and heart, inside me, hiding behind these heavy shadows of dread

blurry understandings, slittered senses, concogtion of confusions. I'm centered in junctions of complex decisions, with none serving as solutions, empty shells of questions, deserted lands of answers

Look high, in hope of asylum, grounds I'm standing on, failing me. Inch by inch, my feet lose their soles, marrows in my skeletons, dries up. Strength in me,  grow nails, this body of mine, turns sore, I wanna jump out of it but I'm shackled to this pain, wish wings were compittable to men, I could use one now
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Euphoria

Rivers of winding winds,
their saw edged currents
chipping away at stone clouds.
Crests of powdery floss
slip over mountainous verges.
Not knowing anything about
the flexibility of granite cliffs
or the secret waves of the spheres,
I dip my face
into a whitewater sky,
jump out and in
of its
see-through skin.

floating down the Yangtze

floating down the Yangtze
many new sights I do see
happy fishermen wave to me
bass jump out of this China sea

I hum and sing we be de we
dum diddle dum diddle dee dee dee
I love the feeling of being free
as I glide my way down the Yangtze

Halloween spoof

Three goofballs in spooky display,
One with hat, other's fangs on play!
With faces askew,
They jump out and boo,
Scaring  laughs than fear on the way!

If Only You Knew

“The mind is an auto-camera. Its pictures are the window to our personality.”
                 -Quote by Poet

If only you knew the power of the mind,
You would daily activate its use,
You would paint a picture and see it jump out of the portrait,
You would visualize something and see it materialize.

If only you could open the door of the mind,
Allow a free flow of its scripts,
Push beyond its encumbrances,
Then you would understand the mystery of the mind,
You would know the strength of its depth.

Though the night comes to mind,
Though gloom comes to its room,
It can arise from the ashes,
It can reach for the light,
It can soar to great heights.

If only you knew how far the mind can travel in a serene ambience,
If only you knew the potency of the mind in tranquillity,
Then you would seek for such a place,
Then you would strive for such a moment.


May 15, 2024.

Who Am I?

Who am I?

I can swim seventy miles per hour
The largest of my kind caught was twice as long as a tall man
That sucker weighed two-hundred and twenty pounds

Give up?
I have a pointed bill
I can change my blue body instantly if I am scared
You will see me now with yellow stripes

Okay, the best clue is here.
I can jump out of the water twenty times in a row.
I can live to fourteen years old.
I have a large dorsal, fisherman call it a sail.




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I am a sailfish

Suggestions for Dissatisfied Dickie

Dissatisfied Dickie sat in the chair to mope
He likes that mood said his brother, he can be a dope.
It’s not his fault said another, he has had a mean wife.
So do I said the brother, but I have had a good life.

To get over being sad, he has to get up and go.
Begin a hobby or go fish salmon in the snow.
Jump out of an airplane or write a novel or something.
Instead he sits waiting for his cheer-up-dumpling.

The Monster Under The Bed

Hiding behind the bushes
And closed closet doors, 
Lurking under your bed
On dark and dusty floors 

A shape in the shadows 
You know he is there, 
Waiting in the corner 
To jump out and scare

You just know he will
Though they never do,
Because the monster is 
Just as scared of you!

Fishes in the sea

swim happily,
and jump out of the water
and dive,
Also, in shoals, they dance,
Seabirds wait 
to take a chance

Dying in the Moment

In the language of Spirit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”

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In the language of Sprit
it is said: “that we must die before we die.”

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It kills me,
a lot of things kill me.
I mean the kind of ‘killing’
that blinks you out for a moment,
that kind of little death.

Such instances can be exquisite,
like when your life unlatches,
you stop in mid-throttle,
halted upon a careening mania.
There are no increments,
no gradients,
you just jump out of yourself.

A powerful ****** can kill you
with one thrust of bliss.

Holding your baby for the first time,
a sudden inexplicable gnosis
obliterates your present,
past and future.

Writing a killer line in a poem -
that can kill the reader
for a bitty twitch of time.

Those quiescent extinctions happen,
in a single tick of abeyance,
transient wipe-outs
(too abrupt to me measured),
when we forget
to be both happy or sad,
in nothing-flat
we have ceased to be, we succumb,
only to return.

Between each taken breath,
these little deaths may, at any time,
undo time,
revealing much more than we,
the living,
might care to admit.

Halloween Scare

Holloween is upon us we are anxiously waiting for people to scare
Trick or treaters trouble awaits you need to be aware
A creepy witch as well as a Daracula and Frankenstein will meet you at the door
The scary experience will shake you to the core
Up on the roof, a witch is stirring her potion just for you
Cobwebs surround the house with large spiders in plain view
Scary music is being played to increase your fright
Bats fill the air not a pretty sight
Signs on the lawn tell you to proceed with caution
As you approach Zombies will appear causing you to jump out of your skin
No turning back now you must knock on the door
Greetings of Happy Halloween awaits you and candy galore

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