Best Extreme Poems
pain
sinking
its
teeth
in
deep
not letting go
squeezing
life dry
in
the
devil's vice
wishing
only
for the
strength
to
scream
AP: 3rd place 2020
ball slams hard against the floor
running fast so I can score
players try to steal the ball
sharp turn, they slam into the wall
coach is screaming plays out loud
we score a point, he’s very proud
Ref. gives the ball to the other team
they want to score, but we’re too extreme
whistle blows and the game starts
we whizz around the court like darts
too fast for anyone to catch
I think I know who will win the match
I get the ball and run down the court
but I have to pull short
two girls block my way
but I won’t let them ruin my day
I fake left then right
when they realize I’m out of sight
I push the ball high in the air
And cross my fingers it’ll get there
And as you can bet,
I got nothing but net!
Once there was a woman called Curry Mean “the Queen”
Her persuasive dialog “you shut up. I mean what I mean”
“It’s really mean to find the mean
of the extremes queen and Dean”
bloody “extreme idiot” is no fair word to accuse Curry Mean!
////”Curry Mean” is Sea fish to cook//////
The flower passion
Runs rampant between the two…
Loving rain flowing
Rain brings together
Enhances lust quite higher…
Nude ones coalesce
Picture #6
Russell Sivey
Contest: Kissing In The Rain (2 haiku) nature style
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
5/22/2013
There once was a fellow called Nicolas
Was famous for his extreme wickedness
He push down old ladies
Made faces at babies
And committed these acts with much cheerfulness
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once there was a man called Manprit"the culprit"
there is no crime this fellow indulge not! "worst circuit"
"worst crime to indulge is
to pardon all criminals with kiss"
bloody Manprit and his philosophy! broadminded culprit?
I never came across the man
Who has more charms, more prominent charisma…
And every morning when I shave
Looks back at me with admiration…
He also modest to the fault
Extreme good looks would never hurt…
He also smart… I have to thank
All those mirrors in my bathroom!!!
Singing
Dancing
Mocking
Laughing
The women were singing,dancing well
made men to be mocking, laughing too.
I walk in and immediately,
I’m suffocating.
Swarmed by fake people
And fake greetings,
Tan walls with nothing more to offer
Than a blank white board.
I’m forced to sit and listen
To these adults
Who don’t want to teach
Any more than I want to learn.
This place has no left for me.
I know what my future holds.
I can figure things out on my own.
Give me the cap,
Give me the gown,
Give me the diploma,
Get me out of this hell-hole
Where all people care about
Is their reputation
Or if they’re getting asked to the dance.
Get me away from the fake
And throw me into the real.
I crave an adventure so big,
It lasts a lifetime.
Let me out of this death trap.
I want a new start.
New place,
New people,
New clothes,
New me.
I can’t keep looking at the same faces,
Listening to the same drama,
And solving the same problems
Over and over again.
I need a change.
This year,
This last and final year,
Cannot move fast enough.
As soon as graduation is over,
45 days from now,
You can bet you’ll never see me
Or hear from me again.
I’ll be gone before you can even
Ask me for a picture.
Lines are drawn and measures made by different definitions
Kilometers or miles or feet, or inches just to name a few
As long as the results the same, it really doesn't meter
Bob Quigley
Written for "On Your Feet" contest
You don’t need a parachute
To go skydiving
Unless you want to make it
A regular thing
Experiencing extreme vertigo since waking today
A strange phenomenon, is my brain in decay?
Still alert am I
Two plus two is five
Oops, perhaps I should see a doc without delay
Somebody mean once asked Arlene
how her routine left her so lean.
Whether drunk or on junk,
if it wasn't for *****
she wouldn't get any protein.
Aside from the glorious colours of autumn
It is my least favourite season of all four
It foretells of another Canadian winter just around the corner
I have seen 79 of them
That's 79 too many!
All my life, I've longed to live where
A sweater was the most I ever needed to wear to feel comfortable
Instead of fur lined jockey shorts and mukluks
Fashioned from seal skin
My life long dream has not materialized yet
Still have 20 or more years to go
What do you think my chances are
To live in a warm climate before I reach the magic number 100?
On a scale of “slim” to “a sure bet”
Would you figure it would be somewhere in between
Or as I predict... “a sure bet”
Now that's what most would call extreme optimism
Really, it's only 21 years from now
I call it a done deal!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Canada's hottest day, July 1937, out of sight
Yellow Grass, Saskatchewan, reached 113 Fahrenheit
Sizzling is an understatement
Must've begged for abatement
Phew! Walking round in undies must've been quite a delight