Pop In Poems | Examples

Block Party

Double-dutch ropes slap the sidewalk -
snap - snap - snap -
braids whip air,
girls jump in, counting
uno, dos, three,
feet flick like drumsticks.
The ice cream truck jingles off-key,
icy lady shakes paper cups,
piragua man shaves ice into snow -
his knife scraping the block awake.
Pastelillos pop in hot oil -
spit, sizzle -
plastic cups clink with rum and cola,
congas crack, maracas shake salt in the air,
horns blare like chisme in heat.
Heels click-clack over concrete -
punctuating each spin,
each swirl of hips.
Whistles split the air -
one from the lifeguard at Jefferson,
two from the men on the corner,
three from abuela
when the coals are hot.
Somebody throws meat on the grill -
ssszzzz -
smoke climbs windows,
neighbors bring foil trays -
yellow rice, ribs, roasted corn -
each dish a downbeat.
Kids yell cannonball,
water smacks back,
lifeguard’s whistle cuts through splash.
Old heads tap dominoes on tabletops -
crack, slap, smack -
hands older than the stoops they sit on.
The block fills itself
the way music fills a drum -
the street hums under bare feet.
Tonight,
the moon will smell like charcoal
and sweet ice.

INSPIRATIONAL OCEANIC SAIL

Sailing into the horizon
Admiring the Sunset
Distance far from the shores
Refreshing breezes
Bridges and Lighthouses along the way
Whales and Dolphins doing their dazzling maneuvers
Sharks looking to attack
The oceanic feeling like a gateway of opportunity
God’s watery creation
Heaven’s sensation
Rainbows of hope
The drift having a sail
Wonders beyond and deep
Oceans never cease
Tomorrows that continue
Every today a take in
Viewing and observing
Peaceful and calm
Tranquil mind
Writing thoughts that pop in
Calm waves forming relaxed emotions
Inspiration rise
Open air to wise
Oceanic emphasize

Pie

Place the dough on counter,
pull rolling pin till flat,
push into a pie plate,
pile in the cooked ground beef,
potatoes and carrots,
put on the dough topper,
pop in oven till cooked.

Depression hits

Depression hits in many different ways
Some struggle to get up most days
Happy people see the sun, feel it's rays
Look at us and think it's just a phase
I know for me, I feel stuck in a maze
A crazy train, drugged up haze
From my dark tunnell, I can see a light
It lures me closer to the end of my fight
My heart skips a beat at the beautiful sight
I am blessed and protected now
Knowing this is getting me through somehow
The strength I feel is actually Real
It grows inside, returning how I really feel
Minutes to hours, day by day
Depression may never fully go away
I will fight to keep it at bay
Many signs pop in to say
The Universe is within Me as is the suns rays

Pizzicato

Where’s my loyal confidant,
If love recovers again?
This emptiness of heart,
Fulfills to be a single friend;

The jargon on my noggin,
What’s her color, favorite?
Pop in, lightly salted;
I am satisfied with –

Trying To Write

Trying to write a poem today but nothing comes to mind
Hoping whatever I write won't waste anyone's time
I have written  so many things not sure what else to write
Trying not to repeat myself it wouldn't seem right
I guess I might write something that is very similar
It doesn't hurt to go ahead with it even if familiar
Sometimes the brain goes blank and your pulling your hair out
Storming for that eureka moment when with glee you can shout
Then those times ideas pop in my head and the words flow
With fever anticipation onto the screen words show
Too quick I ponder must rewrite or just let it go
And than like today my brain moves to slow
Why can't you write a masterpiece each and every day
Or at least something someone may read and think it okay
Writers block or brain freeze just nothing much to say
If anything will pop up I'll write it right away
Poetry expresses and can even make one think
Whatever it is I finally post hope it doesn't stink

Composed By Our Love

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Softly the keys find a resonance pure, softly
adrift o’er a metronome stream, adrift
past the harmonies, three quarter time, past
dreamers and slumbering chords shimmered gleam, where dreamers
all long to caress what is heard, all
feeling vibrato on breezes a’ mist, feeling
the music ‘pon moonbeams of time to capture the
tune a pianist hath kissed, a tune
from the heart beating tempos of joy, from
deep down inside to the edge of the scale, deep
in a place that shall find no return, lost in
a breath of crescendo’s exhale, a
beautiful euphony born of desire, a beautiful
opus descends from above, an opus
of sensual echoes to feast, of
love songs, melodic, composed by our love


I was challenged to write a poem about a piano player using the poetic form Serpentine. It is where each line begins and ends with the same word but each line feeds into the next in order to keep the serpent like movement going. I thought I would pop in and share this with you.

Oh...Hi, it has been a while. : )

New Kitchenette Kapers

The checkered curtains, and spic and span wood floor, I light a fragrant candle.
And the the creme de la creme…..my red Keuring coffee maker, is always at the ready to please. No percolators, grinding beans, not a need for tea bags.

The water in it is always hot and ready. Plus
a variety of K-Cups that hold the contents of what I wish to make. Any variety of coffee, tea, hot chocolate. Hot cider, too!!

I used to grind beans, or use tea bags, boil water, use a chemex maker. All require time and safety. 
Then …use special brushes..to not scratch the maker.

All I do is pop in a K-Cup and in a few seconds, there is my beverage of choice. It’s my favorite appliance.

Gives me time to enjoy life and write poetry, as the rivulets of rain, run down the pane glass windows!


1/5/2023

Anadyomene

Rough churn ocean delivers her in dignity
       Innocence paints in peach, lustrous Venus 
       Scallop swaps out pearl for Spring felicity
       Implores warriors enter her restful nucleus 
       Never swept by squall of zephyr incessant
       Guardian horas of orange grove bless her


       Froth pop in scallop separates her calves
       Regenerating mer manger cradle naivety 
       Offers primavera infant influenced charm
       Muse of newness heralds erudite Mercury


       Transcendent shed tail maid rules tranquil
       Hails bay pleasant placid beside Poseidon
       Enchantress of ocean, cove bliss thankful 
        

       Swathes of honey inhabit hips of sea siren 
       Enigma captures canvas Campaspe nubile 
       Anadyomene imagines baptism birth fertile





                     Rising From The Sea 
                 
                        21st December

Caught Cold

Grackles snap at the thin snow
seeking frozen worms.
Balloons of light pop in a chill sky.
A marmalade cat sneaks the hedgerow
fur low in the snow whiskers sparkling.
Hawk cries grab our attention
high up we are spotted, some targeted.
Grackles, cat, and the shadow of my coat
scatter sideways sketching frost-ghosts
on warm breaths.

Her Sun Won'T Go Down

The most random thoughts can pop in your head -
like, after it’s down, does the sun go to bed?

This must be a problem when birthing new stars.
Can’t sing ‘em to sleep; they ignite the guitars.

Their mom must be frazzled, not getting much sleep,
so I thought for a moment, and I thought pretty deep.

I’ve got a new venture that seems pretty sweet;
to get suns to bed, you need fireproof sheets.

Absence of a Sibling

Absence of a Sibling

I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child in arms
Imagined all of us on a rowdy sofa
Shaking with laughter, cries of joy
Sometimes tears on a shoulder, pats
On the back, celebrate the good times

But then I changed all that
Made a moment for me, selfish?
Stopped the suffocation, took a breath
Looked over the parapet, chanced
When the deep understanding formed
Realised no matter what, you’d never call
I was wasting away a loveless life.
Now and again, we pretend, nod and chuckle
Forget the past and the absence. 
Avoid the truth, pretext a happy family 
But we’ll never have Sunday dinner
With a Christmas cake or Easter bunny
Be honest, will we?

David Cox 07/10/22

Just In Case

My Aunty, Patricia, she travels the land,
her bag of in-cases gripped firmly in hand.
The contents of which are largely unknown;
although just a few I've sometimes been shown:
One small first aid kit
in case of a cut, sting, or zit.
Two bottles of gin
in case her horses come in.
A black hat and tie,
in case someone should die,
and a packet of tissue,
in case crying's an issue.
A trap for a mouse,
in case one appears in the house.
One large plastic Mac,
in case of paintball attack.
A can of spray mace,
well, just in case!
A sparkly silk shawl,
in case there's a ball,
with a packet - of fine Earl Grey tea;
in case the Queen should pop in at three.
Also, some undies, the ones that are tarty,
in case it becomes that sort of party!
At the bottom of the bag, she keeps just one pound,
in case there's an in-case that cannot be found.

Teacher Group Text

We have a teacher group text at school
In the summer I like to pop in and say something
I usually get fifteen hearts and thumbs up 
In about twenty minutes

Today I said “Who else is ready for school to start?”
It is June 17th.  We have been home since May 27th.
Only two teachers texted back. NO! 
There were no hearts and no thumbs ups.

A Little Happiness

A little happiness in your heart
 can grow throughout the day
And each good deed will spark
 that happiness to display
Troubles everywhere
 don't let them drag you down
Those troubles pop in the air
 with a little happiness profound
Share your joy with a happy hello
 folks pleasantly smile back
Allows your happiness to glow
 strangers becoming friends in fact
A little happiness a seed that grows
 life does sprout problems as you sow
With happiness those problems you hoe
 a little happiness gives joy to share and show.

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