Most Liked Beat Poems (92)

Oh year! Oh year! where did you go,
Will the next be any better we would all like to know.
I ask the new will you make us glad,
That this time this coming year will not be as bad.
It's no stopping the quickness,' as we have served ones like you before
A different number a different date that we know are in store...
So out with the old in with the new
And thank God for the red white and blue.

Ah!..but if it was just so easy...
and I could go to Dunkin Donuts
and pay a price, and pick you out
among the precious tray of culinary delights,
and bring you home and take a bite
of ecstasy.
Rows of trays, so artfully designed
sprinkles, white and pink and brown
creamy custard centers, dripping with honeydew
and then there was... YOU.
And if your outer cover
was the plainest in the tray
I'd still pick YOU, each and every day.
For God creates that special one
that satisfies beyond
the palate and the tongue.
and touches your heart and soul
like no other... One.
If only, there was but, a simple price to pay
I'd buy your heart.

Come hither to me
and our passions will rise
as the sea
builds and swells
within itself.

And our spasms will crest
as we ride each new wave
and soon will forget
that there were ever
any other names........
or faces
To those of the past
who abused the delicacy of our feelings
and cared not enough to make it last
nor valued what was to be enjoyed
not exploited,
what was meant to be a gift
not a demand

Come hither to me
cause I understand
what it is you have to give
and that is all
I ask
to have.

The pendulum swings.......
both ways....equally as far.

And so the heights my heart once knew,
now too,
must know it’s sorrows.

And though I hold no fault
with its ensuing arc

I wish that I could alter
the stubbornness,
of my heart.


The vastness of one’s solitude
the depth of one’s void

can only be judged....
by the comparison

that I have come
to learn.


Pain is a longing
that can never be fulfilled
torment is wanting
and knowing it never will
happen.

Lonliness,
is like a reaching
to nowhere.
Like grasping empty space..

Good morning Love,
Can I watch the sun rise in your eyes
Catch an early morning bike ride
with you by my side.

A tender touch, a wink
and the words
I need you so very much
to fly to places in my mind
beyond the daily rush,
....and bustle
which will soon bring my focus
to an earthy plane.

The sky so many different shades of blue
the autumn trees displaying their varied hue
could be so easily missed,
if it weren't for loving you,
...so very much

We are travlin
this road
together
and there's love here
to discover
WHO WE ARE

And together
we possess
all the knowledge
to recover,
what we were missing
when we were growing
TO WHO WE ARE

Let's go back now
to where
was
lost
that little
child
in each of
us
So we can
nurture
one another
to the greatness
OF WHO WE ARE

And we can heal those
who come
behind us
with all the love
that
we possess
cause our gentle
ness together
is teaching us.

Then some day
we'll look around us
and see the joy
that
God intended
when He placed us
on this earth

Cause that image
of Christ
within us,

IS....
WHO WE ARE

There is nothing like the written word
To give form to feelings past unheard
'Tis as if the writer were on a mission
To release years of shyness, inhibition
To leave the buttons off is best
we can all go weak at your manly chest
Whilst naked chest is good to bare
A soul is very brave to share.

Touch this, stroke that
What a lot of old woman's hat
At 21 can you not deduce
This love stuff is just a clever ruse
To ensure that humans reproduce?

Woman make happy thanks!

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...It was one of those parties with
red silk-lined windows and
blonde people draped all over the
furniture. Someone called my
name. "Sherman," they said. It
wasn't my name, but

I'm used to that by now of
course. It was Wanda. She had
fangs and resembled
a Japanese ceremonial
teapot. "Good God Wanda what
happened to you?" I asked.

She gobbled my drink
and ate my nuts. Later

I was listening to the trains and
smoking a cigarette. This time she
was more honest. "Joe," she whispered
softly. "Oh, Joe." "You're learning," I
said and took another drag.

A man walks into a local cafe hungry as can be,
While pondering upon the menu a sudden mystery!
Stationed all around him twas young and old alike,
Each awaiting their opportunity to dominate a mic.

Attention now at full arrest, his ears well tuned in,
He turned to a lady sitting near wearing a sheepish grin.
To her he says 'I'm new to this place, what's a goin on?'
'New indeed!' 'Tis our day for readin or recitin a poem!'

An hour or so passes by as poetry fills the room,
Poems of Wonder, Love and Lust, Poems of Joy and Gloom.
The stranger thinks he knows a poem he'd gladly like to share,
A chance for him to have his voice poured into poetic air.

The mic at last to him is passed & he proudly takes a stand,
and begins to recite from memory a poem he wrote at ten.
The audience is noticeably hushed in nearly traumatic form
When 'Roses are Red - Violets are Blue..' from his lips are born.

The quietness of the crowd, to him was awe, wonder then respect
Until a neighbor grabbed the mic while groaning with regret.
To his grinning lady friend he turned for a word of advise,
'Some can melt a heart with words but you've turned ours to ice!'

Don't be hurt that your words have failed to spark passion or fire,
Just make a note and have it with you the next time you desire...
to share your thoughts in poetic form to those more seasoned than you,
Don't start a poetic rhyme with 'Roses are Red, Violets are Blue..'!