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Baby Rap

You are my little one
Roasting me like an oven
A freshly baking bun
Making me a mother hen
I lay you as my egg, hatch
Make you go ‘peep, peep’
Your papa is my love match
Raisin’ you ain’t cheap
Baa baa black sheep
Now it’s time to sing you to sleep
I’m gonna sing you a nursery rhyme
Cause it is your bed time
Gives you kisses sweeter than sweet lime
Sing to you til my voice cracks
We a family, we run in a pack
You are the center, we will protect
Anyone disturbs you, they get decked
We raise you in a way that is correct
Up to the utmost respect
Like a little lady (or gentleman)
You as a baby, on the Gerber plan
We got a dream house with a floor plan
You are part of our master plan,
Protecting you with everything we can
Everything we have, its yours
Even when you still crawlin’ on all fours
Your daddy’s reason for the Army corps
You a little soldier, boy or girl,
You gonna one day see the world
But for now your daddy’s little girl
For now your mama’s little pearl
But for now you is a mama’s boy
Straighten up like a soldier, toy,
Creating mischief, you’re very coy
Like a fox you be runnin’ sly
Around strangers, you be hidin’, shy
Until at night when the moon is high
And to the world you wave bye-bye
As I sing you tonight’s last lullaby…

Copyright © Alaska Brant | Year Posted 2015



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Fighting For Love

We go together like chocolate and nutter, Reeses
though we are from two different worlds, species
Young mixed of us become lil beasties
We slaughter anyone who stands in our way, deceased
and we can just claim they died naturally, diseased
We can be so scary, so feared, that there are no more teases
Then we're finally free to run around like its recess.
We go together like a fox in a hole.
We're tied together by our souls,
knowing our love can never be sold,
two lovers have never been so bold,
onto each other we'll forever hold.
Our love is greater than the price of gold
by your voice I shall always be lulled,
never to feel our hearts grow cold,
instead growing stronger with each annual,
toughening up each passing year.
Haters couldn't tear us apart if they dared
couldn't even find our secret lair,
though they might check here and there,
checkin' up and down the stairs,
up those stairs where we sleep in the bare.
Sleepin' and lovin' in the nude
doin' things one might think was crude,
things between a bitch and her dude,
love between a lady and her man,
cause baby I'm about to rock your world

Copyright © Alaska Brant | Year Posted 2015

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Monster

Howl at the precious Moon
Drink til you make her swoon
That does not matter tonight
if you're willing to put up the fight.
Brace yourself,
Stay in perfect health,
So afterwards you can embrace yourself.
Never fall backwards,
Learn how to land,
Always have a chance
to go where no one dares
be the only one whose not scared,
be the only one who stands. 
Stand and face the hunter
Who cowardly faces hunger
When he stares at you
Cause you're the monster. 
ROAR!
Be the monster, set it free,
Be yourself, be unique.
Stand up and rise above
Anyone who disowns your love,
Anyone against you,
Who dares to hide from you
Cause you are only being you.
If she's the monster, the boys will hate her
Never mind rescuing her to fight to date her.
But it's the monster that needs saving
Safe from those who hunt,
Safe from those who don't
Listen.
Watching in the night, we glisten.
Watching our backs for hunters
Keeping our family safe from hunger
Cause that's what you do when you're a monster.

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Memento Mori

Memento mori

Remember death

Tell Him you are sorry,

eat His bread

or it will become you

and take your flesh…

Drink His wine,

take in His blood,

mix it fine

right with your own

Become like Him

and know yourself,

and memento mori

remember death


Memento mori

remember death

Feel His blood

sink into your skin

Know you are loved

and invite Him in

Kneel before His cross,

His body dead,

Share the loss

of mother dear

See Him rise

from that cross again,

and memento mori

remember death

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Bow

Bow!
Before I growl
Make some noise, let me hear you growl
Bow!
Don't make me bark, don't make me growl
Whatever you start, you better finish now.
You a cranky little pig, you a sow
I'm the big bad wolf, I'll eat you now
I'm gonna huff and puff til you fall down.
Hey, you could make some pretty good bacon;
Get in the kitchen so I can strip you, naked.
Throw you in the oven, baking,
All this work I gotta do myself, slaving,
To cook good meat for myself, making,
Never have leftovers, no saving.
But not like the money in my account,
all them figures add up, count,
higher than on your fingers you can count.
And like the king vampire I am the count.
So fall on your knees, please me now
Bow!
Before I growl
Raise your voices, howl
To Me in the sky, howl
Bow!

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To Zoe

I never told you
How I would honor your memory,
Finding another like you
So I would not miss your kisses so much.

I never told you
How special you were, and
How it was not my fault
That you had to leave.

I am sure you already know
How it was all her doing.
She had to try and replace you,
Not caring how we felt.

If it were up to me
You would still be in my arms,
Curled with me by the fireplace
Or getting buried by the falling snow.

You will never know
How much I cried
At all the notions
Of never seeing you again.

You will never know
How I long to see your face,
Stealing my food
Or staring in my eyes.

I always told you
How to be a good girl
And avoid trouble by
Not jumping the fence.

I always told you
How I loved you
And that I promised
To take care of you always.

I hope you will remember
How we were like sisters,
Different mothers, different breeds,
But always as one heart.

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To Say Thank You

Here's for my idol
without whom there'd be no true musical
without whom I'd be suicidal.
She saved me from myself-
though I'm still far from her vast wealth-
I strive to praise her, wish her good health.
She is the one I worship, my queen
the one on whom forever I'll lean.

Onika
to you I say, ah
thank you, my Lady
thank you for me.
Thanks for the chance to bow
to the rightful queen.
Thanks for the opportunity
to be seen
by You, by You, by You...
Onika

Gracious one who inspires
each song lites my inner fire
makes me wanna rise, spire
and down all the hates, liars
who claim you're too far to reach.
But they know not what they speak
for You have provided the peach,
given me the voice to speak
so for You I'll stand preach.
Cause Yours are the words
that ears have heart
and yet every ear
still needs to hear
so listen as I present my speech...

Onika, my queen
You have given me
the voice to isng
Your words that ring.
Onika, thank you
for showing us You
for showing us the way
in every word You say.

Thank you on being here
Thank you for our ears to hear.
Thank your for our eyes to see,
Onika, your radiant beauty.
Thank you on your true being
Thank you for our lips to sing.
Thank you for our tongues to taste,
Onika, music that is so great.

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Voices

Upon my back
is the future of my people,
observing me
and the other women
for they, too, carry
symbols of hope and life.
I labored many days
while I carried him in my belly,
crafting his transportation,
his protection.
I have bound him
in his cradleboard,
beaded with tigerlilies,
like those that sprout beautifully
by the river,
skinned with the hide
of a gentle doe
snagged by my father's arrow.
A wintry rabbit pelt
lines his body and snuggles him
when I cannot.
Sparrow's feathers wave
-in front of his chipmunk cheeks
and mud brown eyes-
gently in the breeze
that washes our sweat away.
I stand, tall and proud
of my work,
to earn praise from the elders
that I am a good mother.
Upon my back,
my life, my love, my child,
I carry him, my son.

Upon her back
I am carried, burrowed,
deep down against the soft
rabbit's fur that rubs my cheek
by the grace of her warm hand.
I watch over the fields
as living rabbits hop around,
and birds fly free
while I am snuggled in this.
I hear the pounding
of the buffalo's hooves
as hunters chase them
with the fury of the dogs in the village
after their own tails.
A coyote howls in the distance,
watching us,
staring at me as though
I am dinner.
I cry;
she hushes me
with the lullaby of the wind
singing to trees when the moon is high.
She resumes bouncing me,
continuing her work with the others.
A breeze passes my face
as she turns back towards home.
Now I am removed from one comfort to another,
Mama's embrace,
as she cuddles me close
and helps me remember
that I am always with her.

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Mist On the Mountain

There is mist on the mountain
No one can see beyond
And it leaves travelers lost,
Unforgotten and unfound,
Until they are already dead
Scaring the next lost soul
Who haunts the cave
Where the Dragon slept
And mushrooms pop out of nowhere.

There is sunshine upon the river
Blinding every passerby,
Who hears the rushing waters
And hopes for a refreshing drink,
Until they learn there is no such thing,
Just the mind playing tricks,
For the water dried up long ago
And fish have since become dust.

There is wind in the meadow
None have ever escaped,
Waving victim’s bodies through the air
As it begins to blow in and out the bones,
Creating eerie howling music
That draws ill-fated ones
Out of their dens,
Out to meet their doom.

There are shadows in the valley
Creeping slowly over the hills,
Devouring sheep like the fury of wolves
And chickens like a starving fox;
It covers the village in darkness
Making shepherds flee their homes
And run for cover in the church,
Searching for Heaven’s answer to their pain.

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This is not my world, this is not my day
Why can't I just run away?
I'll never come back, never be in your way
You'll never have to worry about my stupid, ugly face.
Here I go, watch me leave
But for some reason you won't let me.
If you keep me here, I'll never be free.

Free, free, free
I'll never be free
Always trapped, never to be me
In a cage, waiting to eat,
Waiting to leave...

I sit here and watch you thrive
Meanwhile I'm just trying to survive,
I'm dying here on the inside.
No one cares to see me crying,
No one cares if I'm OK
But I'm not OK,
I can't be, not this way.

A million things crowd my mind
and not even I can get inside.
I can't sort, can't organize
and that's the way I stay alive.
I feel like you want me gone, so I try to go
But he don't want to let me go
I'm trying, I promise, I'm trying to stay
But that's not what I feel you say.

Freedom from you is all I desire
Freedom to set forth my inner fire
To do as I please,
To live and be me
Uncage me, I beg of you.

But I can't be free, not with you
You, the burden I bear,
The mistake for now I must care
and how I wish you weren't here.
Go, go, just go away
Go to who wants you, go today.
Someone out there is waiting, hey,
Little monster, you're insane.

Throw a pillow on my head and wait
to drown you out while I suffocate
yet I still hear you do it doesn't work.
Every noise you make makes me bezerk!
This pillow's so stuffed I'm stuffed
Because of you I've had enough,
because of you I feel so stuffed
that I'm starting to feel like a dead duck.
Is that okay with you?
Or shall I just be skewered?
EAT ME! 
Like a piece of venison, deer meat
Here I am, mother of Bambi
Here for the taking, ready.

My brain ain't here and yet I am
Tell him what's wrong, I wish I can.
I can't keep doing this sh,
Can't keep putting up with this
I wasn't made for this, not cut out for it.

Your crying and screaming drive me insane
Extra blood pumping through my veins.
I've always been that way,
Its always done this to me anyway.
I know that I could use the help,
Know I can't do this by myself.
So here I am, begging, knowing I'm alone
Without him I don't wanna be at home.

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