Push- by Dominique Smith
Push through they say, keep pushing my way, dark cold wet sorrows and woes, spring comes for flowers and pressed for beauty. Hold on not yet, push down and keep it there.
Others aren't watching no one cares. That's not true or fair enough to get yourself near some warmth. So many lives are effected by lies and rejection. I try so hard, smile as the world throws eggs and expensive items in your face body and hair. Push through they say they have to keep you at a distance why patting your back. They have lives and they share but your story is for bed time and the snores you hear.
Keep it pushing, A saying in itself. Meaning I dont have the time to pretend I feel your pain. I don't celebrate your wins but I touch your shoulder to give you the illusion that I didn't know your failure was close. Like the shadow in the corner that followed you since the moment you were pushed into the spring from the cold dark wet obiss
Categories:
push down, abuse, care, dark, deep,
Form: Ode
Kill my heart apart
Felt your life, into a heart, closed your soul, evil malevolent your style
Just destroy my life, that is your desire, hmm, my suffering power life
Push down a heart, I love you. Loves you. You cannot be lonely, touch you
Cold heart, my suffering warming up, just for saving a life, gone your life
Be honest, living in suffering solitude
A part of my heart is yours
It killed my heart apart
Categories:
push down, fate, i love you,
Form: Free verse
The house used to be warm when they were all home
Not the house is gone and I'm all alone
A stray on the street with no where to go
I wish I could tell them I miss them so
Trudging through alleys in the sleet and rain
Hoping one day I'll be there again
Down on my luck I'm just grasping at straws
I push down the feeling and press on on torn paws
Searching for light I'm always chasing that car
Run ragged and crooked, towards my guiding star
Will I catch it this time?
Will it help me be where you are?
Categories:
push down, angst, art, dog, loss,
Form: Rhyme
At shore just shy of ocean floor
Shy by foolish miles and miles more
Splashing in through shallow withouts
Hush hush all these flourishing doubts
Cautious soul breathes rush of air
Push down the rush to hold it there
Shining spirit in primal shouts
Hush hush all these flourishing doubts
Shortcomings bashed and admonished
In waves washing them astonished
No sharing shapes of shaken bouts
Hush hush all my flourishing doubts
Categories:
push down, growth,
Form: Kyrielle
My feet do not feel steady under me
I feel as if at any moment I could topple over,
My mind is unable to keep a single thought captive
I want to cry, but I forbid it
Being strong is something I muster from deep inside
Something that often doesn't resemble myself at all
I want to believe, I want to believe I can trust
I want to believe I can be
Questions go unanswered in my mind
All the while I ask them on replay
Heartbreak is something that keeps me up at night
Something I want to run from
But alas you cannot run from such a thing
Being busy helps me push down my feelings
Being busy keeps my min misplaced
Drinking helps me forget
Categories:
push down, emotions,
Form: Free verse
How can people say
they’ve never traveled
anywhere when they
can just recline on the
couch, close their eyes
and push down gently
on fragile eyelids.
Islands exist in red
and green on oceans
of black. I see their
shapes and name them
silly things like
St. Peach Fuzz
or
Jabberwock Isle.
Whenever I feel trapped
indoors I visit each one
and send relatives
and friends invitations.
If you want to come
just lean back, close
your eyes and press
down gently on your
rested eyelids.
Categories:
push down, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Once upon a time, there was a swift hunter
Chased deep into the distant dense forest
While searching for animals, he saw a tiger
Roaring, footslogging to a fresh meat nearest
The hunter rushed to a vine, climbed on the tree
Where he met the mother-monkey and her tot
He begged to temporary stay with the monkey
Both looked down: Tiger gated at tree-root spot
They agreed to take turn to be a trust sentry
The tiger ordered the monkey to kick man down
He is the killer of our neighbors and your family
Sorry! Wise act is to help life even with faults
Late at night, the tiger had a smooth trickery
Hey man! Your wife and kids miss you tonight
I’ll let you go home if you push down the monkey
Your wife and kids can’t eat nor sleep, but cry
Faint hunter envisioned his wife’s tears at dinner
Somberly pushed the monkey in a dicey trail
The sleepy monkey’s neck held by fawning tiger
Stupid tiger! Deadly part is at the edge of my tail
Released the neck, turned to the tail of monkey
Abruptly she jumped up to the treetop by vine
I was sleepy and felt! Now we both are risk-free
Relax! Nap! Pitiful hunter couldn’t close his eyes
Categories:
push down, adventure, animal, betrayal, confidence,
Form: Rhyme
It begins with a sneeze and you feel
The dust mites clogging your sinuses
Spores of memories you choke on
Take that broom right there the one with harsh bristles
Stretch and feel your shoulder as you push deep to the wicked middle beneath your bed.
Drag and push down pulling producing the tracks of grime.
Fleetingly you recall the “Velveteen Bunny” or Harriet Potter as you think dust bunnies and smile.
However in-between the tracks from the bristles you see a life. One that holds sorrow yet it’s home to so many dust mites. I think I must have given them a happy home.
And now I have ruined yet another life.
Categories:
push down, memory,
Form: Free verse
Dynamics
I could not stop the wild feelings of love that mixed with truth and healing.
How can we smother the quickening of the heart, when faced with someone stored in the dark.
Push down deep to try and forgo and make it not so noticeable.
Like a weight of tons upon the chest, how one feels and must forget.
Minutes to months of days till years, morning to night as sun kisses moon tears.
Denied existence the power surges, more you pushed the more I served.
Dynamics of difficulty per self-endeavor, left small hope of a life of knowing together.
Gone but not forgotten the friend to foe.
Life lessons learned and forced to grow..L.
Categories:
push down, blessing, break up, emotions,
Form: Free verse
This eulogy is just ragged cliff notes
to sum up his eighty two years
but only the happy tones are used..
not a word about
the drinking rages
the black and blue children
that affair with the babysitter
the push down the pregnant stairs.
The many sudden clacks and clangs
those strange pangs in the darkness-
Today-
It's only the happy stuff being spewed
the wonderful puffs of funeral parlor smoke
the fabric of a superhero unveiled
but many of us sitting here know the truth
he was no superhero-
he was a super monster-
A complete waste of formaldehyde.
So, we wait patiently
for this verbal charade to burn itself out.
Categories:
push down, eulogy,
Form: Elegy
where your push down
feel your bound
here's the sound
get out the ground
hold hands together stand
have a plan
black yellow brown or white
this is
HOW TO FIGHT
FOR YOUR RIGHTS
Categories:
push down, absence, abuse, adventure,
Form: Prose Poetry
The sun shone hot and searing bright where cool shade used to be.
And the old man squinted, grunting at the sun.
"It ain't right, these trees should lose their ground,
Ain't nothing but good they've done."
But, he pulled back the stick and Big Caaterpillar went
crawling down the hill.
And the old man drove it, with furious eyes,
and the skill of thirty years.
It was simple: push down the tress or lose every bit he had.
"I got a wife and 7 kids...Lord, I ain't that bad.
I hate to see these tall tress go, I hate to do it, sure,
But, Lord you gave me bills to pay, and this is all I know.
This great bit 'illar's all I've ever learnt, you see...
and every day it grinds the ground,
it grounds out part of me."
Categories:
push down, america, earth, earth day,
Form: Free verse
Babes in Pieland, my favorite Disney movie of all time.
Annette and Tommy, Dream Girl and Dream of mine.
Those gypsies, the music, the dancing, and those scary trees!
Babes in Pieland, a kick, a whirl, a spin, and a breeze!
Apple, cherry, lemon meringue, and sweet mincemeat too.
Let’s give them a push down the old snoggle-whoo-whoo.
Sh! Here comes Tommy and Annette in a blue Corvette.
I smell pie – peach, raspberry, key lime, and chocolate.
Pieland, Pieland, Good Old Fashioned Pie Land!
We Love the way that you smile at us.
We like your trees, though they look like they cuss.
Pieland, Pieland, Good Old Fashioned Pie Land.
Written 11-16-2018 Contest: Punny Holiday Pies Contest
Sponsor: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
push down, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
One of these days I won't be afraid anymore.
One of these days........
One if these days my hand won't shake and I won't hesitate....
One of these days....
One of these days I'll be brave.
I'll push down hard enough.
And as I exhale the last of my breath, release will finally come.
One of these days.....
Categories:
push down, sad, suicide,
Form: Free verse
For every tear I swallow
Push down
And never allow to run away
The fear that stands before me
Crumbles and I see a little more out the tunnel
I pave the road before me
But before I can walk freely
To that place that feeds my soul
I must be fearless and whole
To attain the happiness my heart desires
Is not easy
The fears sit before me
Its just an illusion
My gifts are not in the physical
But I must march through the invisible
Seal up the past
Stay with the now
And wave at the future hoping it will know
I won’t give up
I will pursue the butterflies
Who show up to paint the sky around me
Pretty
While I walk alone
No pity
Just a tear that drops
Falls on my lips
Then stops
to let me taste the bitter
Before I claim the sweet
I will not accept defeat
The butterflies on the other side
Need me.
And if what they say is true
You will judge me
And that will not stop me
I’m the queen
Of my world
I make the rules
Categories:
push down, butterfly, confidence, destiny, encouraging,
Form: Lyric
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