by Gary Smith |
Here I sit on the ocean bed
Just sifting mud and ooze,
But If it was up to me
It's not the life I'd choose.
It's dark down here, there's creepy things
All looking for a feast
So I live on tenterhooks,
Hiding from the beasts.
To be higher up the food chain
Is where I'd love to be,
But to be a shark, or a huge blue whale
Was not my destiny.
So my life is what it is,
I am just what I am.
But it's no fun at the bottom,
It's no fun being a clam.
Personification poem of a pet, wild animal or insect Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
2/9/18. Placed 6th.
by Glenn Sentes |
love, sad, me,
I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough
Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul
Cry me thrice, laugh me once
Leap more, tiptoe less
Break this earthen vessel if you wish
Just don’t leave a love song behind
For it will just maim a hollow tune
Like a broken violin in incandescent moon
Or a lone shell perpetually humming
The melody of his unmet clam or hermit.
by James Horn |
lost love, drug,
Clam on me had closed her two arms
Captivating me and my many charms
Then the next thing that I did know
Drug me under and never let go.
Bone by bone they went asleep
I did end up in the ocean deep
When people down have went
What they see now is a monument.
for Enya MacGabann
by Joseph Coogan |
betrayal, food, humorous, irony, money,
Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present in amounts that meet my desires.
But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers.
But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright.
I'll probably still have some tonight.
by Sunshine Smile |
baby, family, sad,
I was an unwanted child
Declared undesirable by conception
Abortion was prohibited by law
A little child, a little body
Two small ears like clam shells
Sky blue eyes
A beautiful little girl, so kind and good
Why didn't you love me?
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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6 TO 8 - MELODY OF SADNESS
3 place in the contest
Poetry Contest - Nette Onclaud
by Sebastian Aaron Baez |
ringing with telegrams
I answered and received a body slam
bubble gum used to fix a cracked dam
rhymes grown weird
sexy and funky, smeared
like mushroom toe jam
enjoy chocolate milkshakes
with a juicy rare rack of lamb
please stand here while i give you
a close glove inspection body scan
I love sticking my beef hotdog
inside her tuna clam
honey glazed pineapple blazed
smacking that glistening ham
make sure to stream it on your webcam
clicked on the link
but those ***** pills were a total scam
hoodwinked, duped a sour global sham
now you're salty like canned spam
by Thomas Stanton |
I am hearing
Tide in a maelstrom
I'm in love
I don't want to forget
Tai chi tree
Slug slime silver
by Iman Roy |
How wil i weave tapestries,
When you are leaving the pearls in your clam shells?
My gypsy heart
Can't stay at one place,
Unless inside the kaliedoscope,
Which you just broke
by M Asim Nehal |
friendship, life, love,
Crawling sun in its youth
Playing games with human body
You’ve left me without any reasons
Tsunami came bypassing all alarm signals
So I decided to leave for solitary confinement
and find what went wrong with satisfying answers
But my efforts all looked very futile
as world pulled me back to its tiles
Now I sit back on my ashes wondering and
trying to control my spinning brain
It is so hard to ponder on mistakes
blame self or demons for every fails
It’s time to take some bitter actions
gulp tensions and move on, look forward
And I look forward to a beautiful world
That lies beneath my foot clam and quite.
by angelia dawson |
inspirationalnight, faith, night, storm,
Where there is faith there is a peace, like a clam starry night.
With full moon shining, on the snowy field.
Where there is faith, Jesus is within his arms open wide.
Holding us through the storm nights ,when the storm seems to much to bear.
He brings us light into the storm, where we can see the snow filled night sky. Where there is faith all thing are possible, with the love of Christ.
We can see our Jesus, on that starry full moonlit night
with just a little faith we can return too heaven holy light..
by Sansani Fernando |
I just clam,
When i see you...
Though u soo far,
Its pleasant to see u every day,
How u smile,
It just touch my heart,
Don't giggle to my sweet heart!
Both Of us fans of yours,
As you with the lovely moon,,,
by Tix Tix |
Looking for The balance
between The Madness and The Silence
Searching for that place where the Laughter and the Screams
become the symphony of madness
I Long For
Where has the music gone
So Bright through the darkness
So Loud in the silence
Sex and pain is all one in the same
When you dance with the Devil
Your Flesh burns
Devil or Angel
Heaven or Hell
Your Soul My Life
Sanity for Insanity
Love for Hate
Anger for Clam
by Lewis Raynes |
funny, humor, sexy,
I think we need a discussion right now,
A discussion about a little blood test,
A discussion about your immediate history,
About the things to be checked,
You see, you and me, well we had a good night,
Ending up in the back room,
Where I met your girls, and you met my man,
Then we woke up again about noon,
Well, perhaps you should test for a couple of things,
The clap, the clam, and also the crabs,
Even the gift that just keeps on giving,
Maybe buy some cream for all of those scabs,
And, once you are cleared, let’s meet again soon,
Visit again under the sheets,
Where we can share all we have to be shared,
You’ll be my innocent and I’ll be your beast.
by Luis Salinas |
loveme, love, me,
i love it when you hold me
tell me the cuties things
when you hold me at nigh
i feel light as a feather
when you say i love you
i turn red and hide my face
i feel so in love
words that you just say
gentle and soft
you hold my heart
the beats seem to count
no blood drips
no tears no wounds
just love flowing
head to toes
I’m bare naked half way
you touch me softly
sweat drips lift me
teach me but hold me
play ruff ones
when the nigh is blue
and the sky is clam
the moon shines
the bed moves
i love you
but love it
lets do it
by Wayne Wysocki |
first love, humor, love,
by Wayne Wysocki
Put some money in the KITTY,
It's PUPPY LOVE;
Better DUCK, 'cause I'm not LION,
It's PUPPY LOVE.
I won't CLAM up
Or FLOUNDER around,
I'm gonna HOUND you;
HOUND, HOUND, HOUND.
Mind your own BEE'S WAX;
Is bound to get your GOAT,
'Cause PUPPY LOVE
Is a TIGER by the tail,
But lots of fun;
It's PUPPY LOVE
And you are the one.
by Fritz Purdum |
i love you, love,
You hold my hands
look me in the eyes
and ask me true if I love you
I sweetly smile as I realize
You are good for me
Your love for me keeps me clam
Your love for me makes me strong
I face the world right or wrong
cause you are good for me
With your touch you melt my soul
within your charms my heart you hold
If ever I foolishly let you go
my world would start to unfold
Your good for me
Your love is kind
Your good to me
Your heart is mine
I'll never let you go
I treasure you so
cause your good for me
I kiss your sweet lips
and squeeze you tight
And swear to you
with all my might
That I love you so
as I let you know
You are good for me
by Emma Schmittling |
family, life, lost love, sad, teen, me,
I need help,
My happiness shouldn't have to cost,
I lost my mom,
I can't stay clam,
I've been left to die,
What everyone said was a big lie,
NO one is here for me.
I don't know if I'm going to be okay,
I'll let wait one more day,
Before i leave for good,
My parents don't love me like they should,
I'm only a child.
I may be young,
But my head isn't hung,
I don't frown,
When someone tells me they don't care.
by Lovie Divine |
cry, daughter, dream,
Amid the flowers in the field,
the thorns and thistles yield,
a wayward child, growing wild,
Cry for Lisa.
Young and fragile mother so dutiful,
She doesn't know she's beautiful;
she doesn’t know what she's got,
so happy she's not,
torn between two worlds,
a troubled girl,
Cry for Lisa.
Save her from the jagged rocks.
Free her from the morbid locks.
Open little clam, remember, Love, I AM
Cry for Lisa.
by Vennie Burns |
Keep it light and stay in plight
Things will work smooth
Clam the fight
No fighter of the real war
Love, Hope Charity
by Barry Freeman |
betrayal, relationship, words,
Lithesome words like ‘love’, ‘loyalty’
Lie, like mollusks on the sea
Bed; closed clam shut
An unctuous feeling
And when prized open
By a devouring question
The contents give one
So let’s not swallow
Such squirming terms
These loathsome, lithesome, worming words.
Meaningless and absurd
But if they are our sole default,
Let us take them with a pinch of salt.
© Barry Freeman – 18th September 2020
by Jeanne McGee |
birthday, heaven, mom,
It’s your birthday today
so, I walked the seaside beach
as we would have done for play
had your final day not been reached
…and tonight I will slowly dine
on your favorite white clam chowder
lift to you my glass of red wine
and turn up Doris Day a little louder
when this day sees the last of light shrug
I will lay my forehead to yours
and close my eyes to send you a hug
whisper I Love You through heavens doors
by MAHTAB BANGALEE |
please dear come
this is spring on the sky bed
become ethereal embodiment
no thorny shrubs there are
only love with heavenly flowers for you
no season there are
only spring for your coming
I lit up there the robust lamp
let thy love make eternal chum
-Thursday, August 8, 2019 Chattogram
by Roger harp |
The world is a pearl,
We're all just bits of sand.
Clinging tightly to our shelter,
Inside the giant clam.
There's more to it all,
Much more than what we see.
We all play a part in exposing
The pearl's inner beauty.
While in search of love and laughter.
While searching for your own.
Remember that our pearl is alive,
And it's dreaming on its own
It shelters us from the ocean
It keeps us from plunging down,
Into the abyss of darkness,
That lives all around.
And just like in the ocean,
There's millions of other clams,
And if they open their galaxy,
We might find their,
by Eric Ashford |
Some have watched her rising from the ocean for years.
These amniotic visions return at the pull of the moon.
No clam shell boats for her.
After she wades from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
only to arrive in a Chevy convertible or on a donkey.
She likes desert nights and all the dance moves
of the free roaming wind.
She delights to drive, ride, or fly through starlit streets.
When the moon begins to starve she returns to the sea
vowing everlasting love
for those who still dare to dream of rebirth.