"jessie" poems
Charmanders are Red, Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger then a Hyper-beam.
Like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect
Team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
And I'll love you more then a level 80 Rapidash.
You're more legendary then a Zapados,
Entei, or Mew.
But out of all 450, I choose you.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
Snake in the Grass…by Jessie 6/06
Be weary of where you put your feet
There's a snake hiding in the grass
Slithering in and out of holes
Waiting to attack
Although, unseen, his agenda sure
His plan set into motion
One false move, he will strike you
Without a trace of emotion
He has a way of getting close
Manipulating along the way
Just as you think all is safe
He’ll cut back the other way
Many are fearful, encountering the snake
It’s the position that he holds
Using it to paralyze
And make your blood run cold
But he’s just a snake, like any snake
A tail and a head
Separate the two of them
You’ll find that he is dead
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
Big Four Railroad
In the past a little one had an interest in this story and one of the racers and the longest freight train
The race team was in the living room and their story was being read from the paper mother clueless
We laughed and snickered about our secret that old engineer was proud of us we were not vain
Down the hill we sped past Bino’s station across Jackson the B&O; he was high balling we had to pour it
On between the two tracks he was closing the gap he had nothing to lose but his pride for us it was
Curtains the long black limo a one way ride we streaked the line fifteen feet to spare we just stopped
And turned what a salutation from the engineer half hanging out the widow of that great engine his
Balled fist a shaking you sons with the deafening roar of that train so close we didn’t get to hear the rest
And the train carried him on down the track so Jerry and Larry and the other guy continued on to the
Swimming pool pleased with our speed we forgot about it until on the front of the paper in the bottom
corner it read three Pana youths out run train I guess the old engineer cooled off as he sailed on down
The track we didn’t know he talked to the tower as he passed so we didn’t get first prize or a blue
Ribbon but in a small way we entered into the great and wonderful tales of train lore along with Jessie
and Frank I told you when in trouble I had three actions fight talk or run that day the running won the
Day for these three amigos this memory was triggered by that same old paper this time it was talking
About the Amtrak detour I remember those passengers all those years ago setting there in their seats
flying through our town and the hook and the mail sack from the tower where that old bakery could be
smelled all night all the way out at the park as we watched tables for old F.S. Refinery I’m glad we didn’t
race a passenger train or this would be a hamburger story enjoy G.H.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Me and Jessie T
Rowing down cedar creek
oar in hand, smile on our faces
intoxicated steering
trees scraping our backs
cant stop laughing
just keep rowing
row.
row.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 7:56 PM UTC
Cabin in the woods.
There is a cabin in the woods.
All are broken down from stormy weather.
Holes in the roof so birds can fly in and out.
No door to shut the air out.
Broken windows from days gone by and a few stones from those that know.
Floors all ***** and boards all torn.
Who own this cabin in the woods.
See if it is a hunter or a slave or maybe even old Abe.
The cabin in the woods may hide stories of Jessie James.
Or it could bring the tail of Betsy Ross making the flag for good old George.
All we know is this cabin sits here in the woods.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
(Written in 8th Grade)
As I grew up along-side of memories, I realized that my name grew with me; shaping and morphing itself into who I am today. But wouldn’t it be fun to not be me for a single day? Not have the name, Alice? I could be someone smiling bright, maybe Melina. Or might I try on the name Jessie. Nah, too laid back and chill; so I take the name off and put it back on it’s hanger. I could be haughty and proud, with my nose in the air; I could be a Penelope. I window-shop for more names, browsing among all the different personalities. Fern seems fun, friendly and cordial. Or I might stick around and act as a Sam. Boyish? Aw yeah. Just maybe not for me. I’ll be Stella, all book-sharp for a day or I could be a Chloé, exotic and beautiful. Or switch my style into the retro girly Natalie. What would it be, to have the name Katie, just for a day? Zoey, Liana, Stacy, Diane. Isabelle, Marilyn, Delia, Hannah. Maybe give my name an exotic twist, Alyssa? After trying on names of all kind, some just weren’t for me. Too ‘krazy’? Shy? Ecstatic? Cool? Like a huge circus parade with different costumes, the loud gaudy colors blinding me. Like all the different shoes at Aldo’s; sky-high heels, wedges, sandals, boots. I slip out the shoes, I peel off the names. Because for now, I’d like to stay in my own skin; as a plain old Alice.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
Perfection in practice
Determination that was obvious
A movie called “RACE” surrounding Jesse Owens
Jessie Owens being a black man facing the outcome of race and sports challenge beyond one’s own God given talent
Opposition had doubts of what a champion would become
Others tried but wanted to know how they could get some
There was everything that Jesse Owens had to prove
Education at Ohio State
It was strong dedication, dignity and honor not like everybody else
Jesse Owens had to adapt and relate
He was while and during as a unknown
Yet Mr. Owens was going to let his abilities be shown
But if you don’t take a chance how will you advance?
A run for one’s life
No time for thinking, but encouragement being your own advice
Precision in running speed
Determination being the ability to proceed
A score having a definite sure
Mr. Owens having the understanding to go out and explore
Dignity and pride was not a class effort
It was a God given talent that only God can provide
Despite the odds
His recognition was how he made the audience applaud
Mr. Owens Gold Medals in what anyone at any race could achieve
The spotlight with a reason in what Mr. Owens did receive
I had the opportunity to meet Jesse Owens personally when I was teenager, and I was able to get his autograph, speak to him and shake the champion’s hand
The torch had been carried, and Mr. Owens achieved victory
The name of Jesse Owens being in the history books, and his accomplishments are among
Jesse Owens being the runner to the finish and a salute in becoming a champion with recognition in sportsmanship being well done.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
I fell in love with a hurricane
Jessie Rowe, you asked me for metaphors
To explain the love of my life
And here you go.
My Anna was, is, always will be, my hurricane.
She entered with flashing red
Warning lights
And she blinded me.
Did you hear that?
She ******* blinded me.
I still can't see around the red
And when I told her that she blinded me
She had no clue.
She asked me what I meant.
As if I could explain.
I told her of my love of rain
And she was a down pour on me.
I felt her touch my skin
Like I did that day I cried
When he left and I couldn't help
But stand and watch him leave.
She soaked me in whatever
She was
And then gave me nothing to dry with.
I was alright with that.
It was only a slight thunderstorm
And part of me was wishing for more.
I shouldn't have tried to get closer.
No one warned me that she was a hurricane.
They just let me *****
Blindly I might add
Into the storm as they ran
Past me in the opposite direction.
How was I to know?
All I saw was her
And all I felt was her
So why should I have left with them?
Maybe I should have.
She told me that I was deeper
Into her than anyone
Had ever wanted to be before
And she told me that she didn't
Understand why.
I couldn't come up with an answer.
She was rain and lightning and wind
And I was in love at the first flash
Of thunder as it
Came over me and into my bones,
Breaking apart the constellations
Between them.
I fell in love with the way
She couldn't stand being
Destruction and strong
And with the way she cloaked me
In everything she was.
I fell in love with a ******* hurricane.
With the rain
And the wind
and the way she kissed
And the way she fell in love with me as well.
I fell in love with a girl
Who was my devil and my angel
In the same moment.
The eye of storm was supposed to clear
And beautiful in a different
Way than she already was.
And I yearned to see it.
But **** she wouldn't let me.
She thrashed against all of my forces
And struck me with lightning made
Of her lies and then
She was gone.
My hurricane disappeared.
People always talk about
Rebuilding a city
That has been struck by too many
Girls and boys who tend to be
Associated with tropical storms.
I watched as they rebuilt
From my Anna
And the storm she was.
Many people cried.
Many people ignored her leaving
And they went about their lives.
Me?
I miss the rain.
And the wind that was her.
I miss my hurricane.
But the damage she caused me
Has me bleeding out too quickly
So I might not be around
When another hurricane arises.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Jessie is seventeen.
She's still in school.
Her prospects are good, her future looks bright.
She likes to act cool,
As long as she deceives her feelings inside.
Jessie is seventeen.
She makes music.
It takes the strain of the words she's victim of.
She writes about conflict,
To try to make her life imaginary, her life without love.
Jessie is seventeen.
She sits at her piano.
Moving her hands along the ivory keys, keeping inspired.
She sometimes draws an arrow,
Allowing her fingers to slice and cut on the wire.
Jessie is seventeen.
She likes the smell of home baking.
If you cut your grass, she compliments the fresh scent.
She finds perfumes totally breathtaking,
When eating oranges, she takes in the aroma of each segment.
Jessie is seventeen.
She has sensitive teeth.
Ice cream is too cold, it sends up a pain.
She worries about what lies beneath,
And prefers it if the taste isn't too plain.
Jessie is seventeen.
She sees a lot.
For someone so young, she's been witness to much.
She got herself caught on a dodgy plot,
And uses her body, for her mind, as a crutch.
Jessie was seventeen.
She wanted to learn.
Her prospects were good, her future is bright.
Jessie was cool.
She managed to decieve her feeling inside.
Jessie was seventeen.
She felt things inside.
Society heard her cries,
But did not listen to her when she tried.
Now Jessie has left for a better life.
Where she'll no longer need to hide.
Yes, that's right, Jessie died.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
1.
thar once was a big tree
grew high in the middle of the field
it sheltered from rain; became fine-home to blue-birds
till the cutting-folk came and slew it.. down.
2.
enver was a man who had great luck at the table
this gent won a ton of coins hands-down
which attracted the rabble from all round
so this pore-man from denver lost it once again..
3.
gently rowing splendid
along the fyne shore
to reach
make sure ye have two oars!
4.
peter was a pyper, had a girl named jessie
hardly went to market
when the livestock all got tired
he played a tune, all lively-like.. they all got up to dance!
5.
jolly molly had a dolly, that she called polly
they went by train to Swiss-towne, Bern
to order two cups of strawb-lolly
but once there, they broke stride and ordered two hot-chox.
6.
there once lived a physicist who brought earth-pendulum to life
Léon Foucault was he named and born unto this day
born in 1819 in gay-Paree and died in 1868
he set about wide-views of rotation right upon its head!
S T - 18 septemba
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
*Charmanders are Red, Squirtles are blue
If you were a Pokemon I'd choose you.
Your smile is stronger then a Hyper-beam.
Like Jessie and James we'd make the perfect
Team.
I'll stay by your side like Pikachu and Ash,
And I'll love you more then a level 80 Rapidash.
You're more legendary than a Zapdos,
Entei, or Mew.
But out of all 150, I choose you.*
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Margaret Murray, the one with the glasses.
The psychic, the mystic, her tarot card classes.
Told Sheila her mangoes were ready to eat.
Told Mary her cousin'd be back on his feet.
Beverley Spence was a sceptic, tough cookie.
In seeing her fortune snapped up by the ******
Decided to tell her her ulcer would heal.
It's better than sharing with friends what was real.
Patty was eager to hear from her mother.
Jessie bereft at the loss of her brother.
Beatrice needed the skills of a healer.
For Margaret saw death and she would not reveal her -
True destiny seen in the cards at the clubby.
Preventing a scene with her hard drinking hubby.
£20 fortunes, no refunds, no worries.
There's no better tarot than Margaret Murray's.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
An Angel Whispered …by Jessie 7/05
If an Angel whispered in your ear
What would the Angel say?
He’d whisper very softly
Please don’t cry today
You’ve cried enough; dry up your tears
Your prayers have all been heard
I am with you now my child
Listen to my words
You’ve been tested all your life
With tragedy and pain
To see how long this human heart
Can manage and sustain
We’ve given things and taken them
To see if you were strong
Pushing harder every time
You managed to hold on
I thought at times you just might break
When all your hope was lost
Especially when you thought of death
You’re heart in a deepened frost
So, I looked on down, upon your soul
For you I have a gift
To brighten up your spirits
Your heavy heart will lift
Someone to love and give you love
To put a smile upon your face
A message, whispered by an Angel
A message full of grace
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
I remember how we first met,
It's a blurred image of you and the rain
Right now the things I love the most.
I remember our first fight,
you, yelling at the top of your lungs
And me, crying my eyes out on the other side of the phone
I remember our first kiss,
I still feel bad for pulling you close so I could kiss you forever,
But you said you liked it, so it's okay.
And then I remember every time we broke up
Every broken heart, every broken moment, every shattered piece of heart
I also remember me always coming back and you always forgiving me.
This time had to be different, not the good kind of different
They say time heals everything, and I will get over you
You were the most beautiful shade of blue, but blue to me is just a color.
Of course I will get over you
Over your hugs and kisses, because I never stayed up late
thinking of how time stops every time we touch.
Of course I will get over you
You were the only reason I loved writing poetries
But poetries never meant anything to me, anyway.
Of course I will get over you,
I will eventually get over you.
And I think I know the perfect time when to
I will get over you soon,
As soon as I start believing Emma Bovary was a total *****
And Jessie J is a bad singer,
And poetries are just words connected to one another,
And Sleeping at Last is so not the best music band ever.
I will get over you as soon as I start hating rain,
Or think that black is the most beautiful color,
Or just claiming that black is a color to begin with.
As soon as I start being all passionate about studying Biology
Or stupid trigonometry.
I will get over you, just like I'll get over flowers,
Or Sasuke, or Zuko, or English.
They think I can't get over you?
I will get over you.
You still remind me of Saturn and Venus having a baby together,
That would have probably looked like you,
But they are just planets,
I don't like planets.
So I will get over you.
Just like that prince got over that beautiful girl he danced with until midnight,
Just like the sun gets over the moon every morning when she dies,
Just like Shakespeare got over his lover or Narcissus got over himself.
It's not that hard to get over you, come on.
I will get over you, as soon as I stop feeling.
I will get over you, okay?
Just not now.
Not today.
Not ever.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
THE HOUSE OF DUST
A Symphony
BY
CONRAD AIKEN
To Jessie
NOTE
. . . Parts of this poem have been printed in "The North American
Review, Others, Poetry, Youth, Coterie, The Yale Review". . . . I am
indebted to Lafcadio Hearn for the episode called "The Screen Maiden"
in Part II.
This text comes from the source available at
Project Gutenberg, originally prepared by Judy Boss
of Omaha, NE.
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It was about four score and 20 years ago,
the times were very different
and nobody seemed to know.
We lived our lives like fairytales
and what we saw on TV.
Nobody seemed to care that it was 1993.
Running around like a Power Ranger
while everybody stared at me.
then '95 rolled around
and Uncle Jessie is who I wanted to be.
It was a Full House with D.J. and the crew.
Kimmy Gibbler running around and Danny's on the news.
Everything just seemed so perfect
till TV turned us on to something new.
Take me back to the time when it was just you and me,
the TV was black and white
and our future was unforeseen.
Take me back to a time where everything was right,
Back to a time when problems were solved on Friday nights.
Next weeks episode the break the garden gnome.
No one takes the blame but everybody knows.
Cut to commercial, on the edge of our seats.
A bear talks about toilet paper,
our tension starts to heat.
We hear the little jingle and fall back into our seats.
The episode will end but there will always be next week.
It takes me back to TV land,
Gilligan's Island, everyone playing in the sand.
It's crazy just to see where we are now.
Gun's and *** all over the screen, people laying dead upon the ground.
So if there's one thing I want from you,
it would be easy for you to do.
Just take me...
Take me back to the time when it was just you and me,
the TV was black and white
and our future was unforeseen.
Take me back to a time where everything was right,
Back to a time when problems were solved on Friday nights.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
I never really understood poetry
with Mary and her secret love affair with a lamb
and with Humpty who fell off the wall
honestly I thought that poems and rhymes were a waste of my time.
then I saw you
and till this day I never really understood how you always tapped your foot, and how you always held your coffee mug a little slanted, and I was always scared that it was going to burn you. but it never did.
you truly fascinated me, in the most spiritual way and I just had to talk to you or I'd die.
and so I walked over.
I didn't even introduce myself when I sat down. All I asked was, "do you write poetry," and you answered with the simplest yes. you then asked me if I wrote poetry too, and I shook my head saying I never really understood it.
I never really expected my heart to jump out of my chest when I saw your pink lips stretch into a full grin, and it fascinated me in how your top teeth were perfect straight, but your bottoms were crooked. and how you kept on tilting your coffee mug, and how I just realized you had four freckles making some sort of constellation on the bridge of your nose.
you then told me about how people wrote poetry about stars and death and life. and nature and mostly love, and God and the truth that we all know but don't. you told me how poetry is about nothing and everything, but at that point you lost me.
I wondered how poetry could be everything and nothing when you became my poetry.
poetry like the way you tapped your right leg to the beat of Jessie's Girl
poetry like the way the dimple on your left cheek looks like one of the moons craters.
poetry like how your long brown eyelashes hide the cosmos of your green eyes.
poetry like how you throw your head back and laugh as if you just heard the funniest thing
poetry like how you smile with all your teeth and heart, crooked and all.
poetry like how you tilt your coffee mug to the right instinctively.
poetry like how you stopped tapping your foot.
poetry like how you got braces on your bottom teeth.
poetry like how you never smiled anymore.
poetry like how your cosmos look dead.
poetry like how your constellation of freckles disappeared.
poetry like a straight mug of coffee.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
In all my many lives
Never have I felt
For another being
That which I feel for you
Your beauty far surpasses
All the greatest beauties of the ages
None can compare
With your radiance
Your smile gives the impression
That all the stars that shine in the heavens
Have coalesced into one shimmering ball
And taken on human flesh
The goodness of your heart
And the magic inherent in your being
Shine from your eyes
Bringing light to a world of darkness
You are an inspiration
A Muse to my weary soul
Stirring the depths of me to longing and action
I am completely captivated by every facet of you
Your endearing little quirks
Your private language
Your single-minded focus and passion
You have so much strength in you
Far more than you give yourself credit for having
You try to hide yourself
Among the stars and scars
But I see through your camouflage
To the goodness and warmth
That resides in your soul
You truly are the girl who has haunted my dreams
Though you are far beyond anything
My wild imagination could have conceived of
You fill me with awe
And such longing
That my heart cannot contain the emotions
It threatens to burst
Within my chest
Even though we have known each other
But a short time
I wonder how I survived in this world
Without you in my life
You are light
And grace and beauty
Everything that is good and wonderful
In the universe
Made incarnate
You deign to walk among mere mortals
And brighten our mundane lives
When you are the Queen of the Universe
In disguise
I am carried away on dreams
When I look into your eyes
You have no idea
The power you have over me
The hold you have on me
I would spend all my days
Proving my love to you
And making you happy
If you will but grant me a crumb of your affection
I know
That no matter where I go
How many lives I live from here
I will never find
Another
Who makes me feel
Like you.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 6:48 AM UTC
Imagine waking up tomorrow and being thirteen again.
If you could go back
Would you?
Skateparks and Starbucks nights
Blue Banana and stripy tights
Apple Sourz and staying out every weekend.
Remember when Megh was emo?
When Jack was okay?
When Sid used to sing
And Jessie was a Goth?
When Josh-u-a and Jones were the cutest couple around?
Remember?
Friendships and breakups
Laughter and comfort hugs
The Forever & Ever we used to believe in.
Imagine waking up tomorrow and being thirteen again.
If you could go back
Would you?
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 9:36 AM UTC
Big blue eyes
Most gorgeous you'd ever seen
Shy smile
Trade mark family chubby cheeks
Staring at this photo of us three
We're only babies
Hadn't seen you for years
Family drift apart you see
But in my heart and
This photograph you'll always be.
Was sat on a wall today
And you crossed my mind
As I spoke to a friend
About Past times
And the emotion hit
I cried unexpectedly
I remember as my Dad told me
I didn't believe it
Till Dre rang me up the next minute
I said it out loud
And my voice cracked
Said I'd have to ring back
Sweet 16
Just survived major brain surgery
Chucked over the wall
And left slumped in the cold
like a Rag doll
Probably mistaken for drunk,
Out cold, another wasted teen
Yeah another wasted teen
but not in that sense,
he took your life
***** and murdered at Sweet 16
Two years younger than me
Doing well, despite adversity
Following your hopes and dreams
befriended this fiend
out of kindness and pity
He showed you none
Makes me angry
In court they tried to take away responsibility
By saying he had learning difficulties
And was high on ****
But he left you in that alley
And walked back home casually
No sign of sorry
Not even now.
You'd be 21 this year
And I can't help but wonder
What you'd be doing
if you were here
I walk past the salon and see your
Little sister doing hair
All grown up
And for a moment I stare
See her shy smile
And I become well aware
Of what strength truly is.
And truth is, I don't know
If I believe in all what lies above
But what I do know is this;
You were loved,
you ARE loved
And I don't believe
anything lies above that
It's everlasting.
You didn't get enough time
And neither did he
But that will never take away
From all the moments you did see
So maybe I can put down this photograph
Cause I don't need to See to Believe
In all that you are And will always be
Much more than just a tragedy,
Big blue eyes, shy smile
and trade mark chubby cheeks
You're Our Jessie.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
love today looks like
Balance & Composure
and a little bit of The Maine
some Jhene Aiko
and Jessie Ware.
it looks like letting myself feel everything,
but staying silent.
all these questions
that will never have answers.
all this holding when the middle is empty.
today I am dressed in red,
feeling blue.
wishing i tried to put on lipstick.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Empty…by Jessie 12/05
Empty stare on an empty face
The morning sun on an empty vase
Empty voice when saying grace
Fingerprints that leave no trace
Empty well on an empty farm
No town near by to be alarmed
Empty suitcase, tucked beneath an arm
Empty hate that brings no harm
Empty thoughts in an empty head
Terrified you might be dead
Empty belly, the weight of lead
Empty days for all to dread
Empty heart in an empty chest
Family flag that has no crest
Empty bed, that provides no rest
Empty answers on all life’s tests
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC
3 grams of
spring green
delivered to the door step
alongside
bright yellow and
blue russet
an unused paint brush
dips into each
and speckles
on glossy paper
turn us into
jackie, jessie,
john
alfred, kate,
and dawn
packaged and sold
as 21 yr old frauds
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 7:01 PM UTC
Its crazy reflecting on all my misguided thoughts of you,
I was all wrong about you,
Now baring my deepest insecurities,
And most brazen actions you only
Hold me up and **** the lonely,
Again and again you give me hope
In humanity and my sanity
In profanities hidden powers and
Boys duality in this sick twisted existence.
Your persistence astounds me,
How was I so lucky ?
You don’t even know you’re gorgeous
And sweet and the strongest,
Modest
Most honest individual
I have encountered in eons.
The list rolls forever on
I want to be like this forever, so never stay away.
I just wanted to say thank you,
For not judging me today, when
Judgment was easy.
And thank you for taking the time
To stop and really see me.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC