Pull Down Poems | Examples

Lethargic

Lethargic 
No memory 
One of those days 
No motivation 
Just laziness 
Slumber in the day 
Pull down the shade 
Descend beneath 
Into a deep sleep 
Have you ever been Lethargic? 
Submerged in silence 
Falling away 
Into the void 
Turn off the noise 
Darkness covers the light 
Going under for hours 
Block out the sun 
Cease the night 
Candles burn, no shine 
Mind going down stream 
Embrace the emptiness

Neon God

I do not want a neon God
Orange bright
Flourescent pink, glowing light
For all to see
In darkest night

I'd rather have
The subtle charm
With strength to hold in every arm 
Or patient hope
And solid calm 

I do not need
The flashy stuff on garish stage 
With visuals on every page
As life rotates
Through human age 

The wisdom now
To soulful dreams
Is silence it seems 
That reveals
God's delicate schemes

The inner room
The heart space, clear
Where gratitude for every tear
Is soaked by love
Replacing fear

The worldly clamour
For my mind
The buzzing lights so unrefined
Revealed deception
Cruel, unkind

I neutralise
With heavenly truth
A mystery disguised to youth
Of settled soul. Of peaceful rhythm 
Released control

A rhyme untainted 
The ancient rule 
Of beauty unpainted so old it's cool
The teacher's in...
Not classroom school

That neon fad
That tragic shouting
From soapbox square, no crumbs for birds
Meaningless pouting
Just empty words

So I resolve to dim the bright
Pull down the shade
So that there might
Be revelation by
Internal light

Uncertainty

Looking back, while looking forward
Am I really sate to go
Backwards, when I’m going onward
Pacing fast and sometime slow
One road ends, then goes another
Same exactly as the old 
Where to go to, moving further
Do I really have a goal
Maybe I’m amnesiac 
Partly this explains my doubts
If the memory I lack
Sends me back to same old grounds
How come that I feel uncertain
Within this unconscious drift 
Pull down, or pull back the curtain
Either way makes no big diff.

Who will Trump who

Sadly sadly farage it seems?has become self-important
Upon the world scene.' Denigrating a man who called for
His help..' in rallys in London..That were really well turned out.'
Is he taking for granted an empathy from Trump.? I've looked for other reasons.' Yet in truth I am stumped.' Small
Cracks can become fissiures.? And could pull down the
Elect I put nothing beyond the w e f, they have such a brass
Neck.' I suppose nothings new ever under the sun, just how true
To today, could that scripture run.?

You didn't die young

How lucky it is
to have winds of time
weather your frame 
like sand,
to have bones 
made feeble by age,
to love 
till it rots,
to have lived
until spring rises from your heart.

Someday, when 
your eyes would open 
like the sunrise,
and new birds would sing 
an old tale,
you'll be an earthworm 
building a legacy, this world 
can never pull down.

The illumination of the soul

(A lone voice whispers)


As a person, you must know

Deep down 

You're part of one of the most spiritually 

Illuminating 

Literary movements there has ever been

A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between 

A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks

Open closed doors
By maybe writing a blog or book 

To walk through anthills and moors

Of poetic stanzas

To find who you really are 
As you pause and really look

For above all things
Magic in poetry is real

A form of rebellion from the mundane

A resolution 
A Bonanza 

To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance 

To power and social control
 
To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty

To those watching on patrol 

As they go 
For you are so gifted

So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul

For someone somewhere
Always needs to be lifted


(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Image shared under fair usage policy

Off the Wall

The painting jumped; it jumped at me.
Surprised, I rose to view.
The heart it beat; it’s gold, it’s red.
I blink the wings that stretch.
Pull down the sky; the moon outstretch:
For angel’s mine to fetch.
Subtle the head, did nod in fact.
The faceless nice was pink.
The halo sun, a whole-some note;
Resounds the shining frame.
The subtlety won’t fall for fame.
A slight reflective flame.
Pure white, the angel within view.
See-through; the bluest sky.
Off shoulders arc the pomp.
Serenade of wild hues.
Quickened in place; It’s quite a ruse.
Silent of toodeloos.

A Scarlet Ode to Hawthorne

My shame is my scarlet letter
Sewn stitch by stitch by years
A scarlet letter emblazoned
An alphabet on my chest
A superhero’s symbol disguised
Find me a phone booth
Tear off my Brook Brothers shirt
Pull down my J Crew  pants
It’s good to see my scarlet letter
Fly like a speeding bullet
Save us before we fall
Into the maddening crowd
Is it a superpower
When everyone has it too
No man is free from shame
All of us Hesters in disguise
Superheroes without shame
Some heroes act without applause
Some of us for Pearls in oysters
I can hear Dimmsdale’s sermon
My Chillingworth condemns me
My scarlet letter beats on my chest
My shame for all to see
My superpower my weakness
My weakness on full display
God chose the weak in this world
We bring shame to the strong
We are the stones of Zion
We cause the shameless to pause
Look back on our scarlet letter
Shameless in our exposition
Without shame what are we?
Without the scarlet letter 
Aren’t we just numbers?

MADE FOR LOVE

Created to love and be loved
Where love in it's purest is sacrificial above all things
Love seeks not its own interest but the interest of the other

But a deviation from the original design is the state of our state and the state of our mind
Everyone mindfully minding their business but business isn't possible without buyers and the sellers.
Men and women are now lovers of themselves 
As self is now the predominant denominator in every form of relationship that we seek.
But this wasn't the plan

For God so loved the world that those in the world may love
But when we love we love with expectations and sometimes expectations hurt.

We hurt and make hurt
We mare, destroy, pull-down till everyone down feels hurt.
But this wasn't the plan

In love with the world he gave son and the sun to light the world for the good and the bad
For love isn't complete without 
Patience, truthfulness and kindness 

And when love hurts, it forgives
For love was the original design
We were made to love and be loved.
For this was our original design

You Know That Feeling?

You know that feeling…

The one of a love filled with hate
When you love someone
So so much,
That you’d do anything for them
Because they are all you live for
 
But also,

because,
You hate them
You want to flee
And never ever look back
Just for a chance 
of a little freedom

Because
You both are going through ,
And don't care to empathize,
For each other,

Because 
You’ve both seen,
Opposite sides of the same world,
That just can’t seem,
To meet in the middle




Because 
you are mad,
That they don’t 
Deal with your problems,
Even if you ask for help,

Because
each others’ problems,
Just. matter, more,

Because,
Your idea of happiness,
Is the opposite of theirs,

Yeah,
I want to pull down that feeling too,
To pretend like nothing has ever happened,
Between us,

But I can’t can I?

My Prescription

Your prescription is ready,
The pharmacy wrote.
Reminders were steady,
Each day a new note.

I gave in at last,
Just a ten minute stroll.
Get it over with fast
Was my Saturday goal.

No big deal, but a chore
I did not want to do.
When I entered the store,
It was quiet; I knew

That I’d goofed, for my watch
Said ‘twas 1:35,
Which means that I did botch
When I chose to arrive.

From 1:30 to 2,
They pull down every gate
So the pharmacy crew
Can have lunch; no debate.

Though annoyed at myself
(I’d forgotten this fact)
Nothing on any shelf
Made this shopper react.

So I left, even though
Today’s task wasn’t done
But tomorrow, I’ll go
Before break time’s begun.

Kinda Wonky

Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to pull down, bend, twist and topple.
Being simply, wonky simple is a start!
Light beams at dawn, are one of the
rare straight things things seen in nature.
These beams shine dead-eye straight
into wonky clouds that blush red,
embarrassed to be caught outside,
in fluffy slippers with night clothes on,
feeling kinda shonky, disheveled and wonky, as 
the humans, straight-faced,
said they were.

Forgotten Dreams

In darkness I sleep
A photoplay of dreams
Shards of light wakes me
To virgin sunbeams

Reluctantly I rise
And pull down the shades
Head hits the pillow
All consciousness fades

Momentary blindness
Dreams reappear
Short time elapsed
Seems like a year

A new day dawns
Feeling so rotten
Try as I may
All dreams forgotten

Alcatraz

I am in the Alcatraz of my room,
where loneliness is endless
and dreams bounce off all the walls and back.
Never passing through the window into
the streets of letdown dreams.
I would come out to meet you,
but there are too many intersections
and I always cross against the light.
Please come to my room and we will
watch the world through window glass.
And if we become afraid
we will pull down the shade
and I will build you sandcastles on
distant shores, and I will
fly the kite of dreams to Disneyland
and back, and if it rains,
I will paint the sun on your face,
for all this would you love me?

Endless Story

endless story

I have tried to tell a story of a rat that fell from the ceiling
It landed among drinkers in a café I ran,
Never had I seen a café emptying of people in two seconds
flat; the rat escaped too.
I also want to talk about the woman who had been sober
for ten years, a safe hand in soothing drunken men.
I also wanted to talk about the eccentric drinking law
allowing me to sell beer between five and ten o’clock
but the customers had to eat first. Usually, a sandwich
After that, they could drink as much as they wanted.
I will tell you about the rat plague when they pull down
The old abattoir, but I will leave it for now since I can’t
get the beginning right, I dislike, rats they are vermin
and I can hear one eating ink in the wastebasket.

• Short Pull Down Poems
• Famous Pull Down Poems
• Best Pull Down Poems
• Read Pull Down Poems
• Long Pull Down Poems
• Pull Down Quotes