Home » Poems » Best » Dustin Self » Best Dustin Self Poems

Best Poems Written by Dustin Self

Below are the all-time best Dustin Self poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Dustin Self Poem

My Cousin's Wedding

Trying to remember my family on a three hour ride
'cause I'm going once again to see a new bride.
This makes number three for poor cousin Vinny,
the last two was crazy but at least they were skinny.

The new one he's got looks like a man.
He calls her sweetie but I call her Stan.
He's five foot four and she's six foot five.
My poor cousin vinny might not survive.

She use to carry lumber down at the mill,
but now she's a wrestler her name is 'Big Kill'.
Standing six foot five with a linebackers head.
If this one goes south poor vinny is dead.
He swears to us all that he loves her alot,
but I think he's lying so he won't get shot.

My cousin Vinny is lost without any clue,
and the woman he loves wears a size 19 shoe.
 But I'll always come and support his new mess,
'cause each time he marries my wife gets a new dress.


Dustin Self (my cousin's wedding contest)

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Video Game Memories

My dad brought home Mario around 1986.
We plugged it in right away and started busting bricks.
Tecmo Bowl and Baseball stars were next in line to play.
Me and dad went head to head almost everyday.

Contra had its jungles and I became the best.
Gunsmoke was my favorite shooting up the west.
Mortal Kombat hit the screen and made my parents scream.
Madden made his football so we could live the dream.

Then they started changing and became to hard to play.
Now days you need a manual and it takes up half the day.
But even though I'm grown now with lots of bills to  pay.
When my wife and kids aren't looking I'll sit down and play.




Dustin Self
(Video Game extravaganza Contest)

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Spring Time For Me

Spring is in the air
'cause I feel it in my head.
I haven't slept in days now.
Oh!How I miss my bed.

The flowers are all so gorgeous
when they finally start to bloom.
But for me and all my allergies
It's a time for pain and gloom.

There's nothing like a spring time scene
with colors for all to see.
I take my shots and all my meds.
Oh!Why this happen to me.

Spring is in the air now
and I can't see or hear.
But even after all my pain
I love this time of year!


Dustin Self (spring is in the air contest)

Details | Dustin Self Poem

A Christmas Dinner

Christmas day and it's time that we eat.
One more meal and I won't see my feet!
Dad lost sight of his a long time ago.
He's one size away from saying Ho Ho Ho!

After we gorge ourselves it's time for some treats.
I think I got diabetes from my last plate of sweets!
I unbutton my pants as I let out a sigh.
Good thing I'm not Santa or my reindeer couldn't fly.

Now to the tree to hand out our presents.
Feeling like kings even though we are peasants.
The kids are all playing and sharing their toys.
We're bloated and sleepy from our holiday joys.



Dustin Self 11/29/2012 (christmas dinner contest)

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Magic Carpet

Racing through the night sky
high above the sand.
Just bought a magic carpet
cause' I've finally sold my land.

I use to ride a camel
but their to stinking hot.
Just flew right past an airbase
I hope I don't get shot.

I'm going to see my honey.
The one who has my heart.
I still have lots of money
so we can finally make a start.

I land on kelly's rooftop
to show off my new ride.
She jumps right on and off we go
smiling side by side.

We ride around for hours
and time just seems to pass.
I love my magic carpet
cause' it don't use any gas!


Dustin Self (magic carpet contest)

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Joe

Another season has started and he's ready to go.
For the Bobwhite Quail is this hunters foe.
He's one beautiful dog,but he's not for show,
for not many of birds have out smarted old-Joe.

He's been lying in the yard now for months on end
just waiting and waiting for a hunt to begin.
I'll walk up to Joe and say "It's time to hunt Quail"
then I'll open my tailgate and let out a yell!

Old Joe goes from sleeping to straight on his feet,
for this is one bird dog no other can beat.
I'll just smile and rub on his back
for I've seen Joe point to many to sack.

Old Joe has a gift like no other dog.
He once pinned a whole cubby inside of a log.
He looks like a pirate chasing after his loot.
Sometimes he'll just catch them and I won't get to shoot.

People use to ask me wherever we went
where I had found Joe and how much had I spent.
I would just smile and say,"I don't really know"
for no one could have my secret to Joe.

See now days men just scream and they holler
at beaten down dogs all strapped with tight collars.
If's it's a bird dog you've got and are trying to reach,
first you show love then you go teach.

A dog has to love what he's doing inside
or else he won't hunt,he'll just run off and hide.
For Joe's the best bird dog there ever will be
'cause I have loved Joe and he has loved me.

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Fishing Trip

I woke real early this morning
in a glorious, wonderful mood.
Went outside and hooked up my boat
to try and catch me some food.

Got to the lake and pulled out my bait.
The kind that live in a can.
Fun to use,cheap to buy
and fed a many of man.

So now I sit here and wait
to see what nature may bring.
I may go home still hungry
or I might just fill up my string.

All of a sudden it's happening
that heart pounding, hand shaking sign.
When one who's fishing has realized
there's a fish on the end of their line.

I've been catching these fish for hours
and I have never been one to gloat,
but on this glorious, wonderful day
man, I loaded the boat!

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Black Diamond Night

As he gazes at the beauty
that lays inside his hand.
He's hoping that she'll love it
'cause it cost more than his land.

He only loves this woman,
so he's hoping she'll accept.
The ring he got his gorgeous
and he just went in debt.

It's the only one he's ever seen
with it's wonder shining black.
He called the bank to get a loan
and they ask if he smoked crack.

He's driving to her house now
while thinking what to say.
He's not thinking about the diamond
or what he had to pay.

He gets there kinda early
to show her his surprise.
What he see's when he pulls up
pains his loving eyes.

He see's his lovely woman
in someone else's truck.
Then he just starts crying
and cussing all his luck.

He walks straight up to them
and she rolls her window down.
She says she doesn't love him
and for him to leave her town.

He's screaming and he's crying
'cause he's mad enough to fight.
The Black Diamond in his pocket.
Oh! What a crappy night.


Dustin Self (Black Diamond Contest)
8/28/12

Details | Dustin Self Poem

The Farmer

This is a story of three little boys
who are always playing and sharing their toys.
Each day after school they play with each other
and to see them together you would swear they was brothers.
But these little boys all share one big room
in an orphanage on the corner of Westclock and Bloom.

Each night before bed they all kneel down and pray
that a loving family will claim the three of them one day.
For they don't want to be torn apart from each other
because after ten years they grew to love one another.
They sit there and talk in their beds each night
about how a big family would feel just right.

But until there is that faithful day
when someone who wants three will pass their way.
They will all live in this one big room
in an orphanage on the corner of Westclock and Bloom.

So then one day a farmer comes calling
said,"I need three boys 'cause my hay needs hauling.
The cows need water and the chickens want their feed
and I heard of three boys who are greatly in need.
In need of a home without any gloom
far from the corner of Westclock and Bloom.
I promise that you will always be loved.
I promise you all lots of kisses and hugs.
That is if you want to come live on my farm
a hard days work never caused any harm."
So they all three stood up with a smile on each face
finally they were rescued from this cold loveless place.

Now days they each have a farm of their own
and still acting like brothers even though they are grown.
They all sit and talk still to this day
about one loving farmer who passed by their way.
How he gave them a start and their very own room
far from the corner of Westclock and Bloom.

Details | Dustin Self Poem

Raindrops

A man once sang "Singing in the Rain".
He smiled and he danced,
without heartache or pain.

A song that we should all hear.
A song without the everday fear.
A song we should sing everyday,
for all of the souls who lost their way.

A simple sound like raindrops falling.
Can cause a reaction,sometimes appalling.
Sometimes it puts a smile on a face.
But sometimes it leads to a much darker place.

Raindrops falling on a summer afternoon,
may bring back youth and playing in june.
But sometimes the rain is long and cold.
Haunting the ones who are lonely and old.

So wherever you go in life,
as you search for your calling.
Never forget what may happen,
when raindrops start falling.


Dustin Self (raindrops falling contest)