Christine Kerr

Christine Kerr Poems

Just minding my business on my front porch
A young man struts by carrying a torch
He winks at me with a crazy stare
As I sit here in my rocking chair

Extroverts are energized by talking with others,
I'm sure, one snuck up inside my mother.
Being an Introvert, It's easy to see,
Extroverts will drain the life from me.

I tried and tried again
To write a poem from beginning to end.
Though this is what I planned at first.
The night goes on and my writing gets worse.

Planned a night of beautiful bliss,
It all happen with a stolen kiss.
Fear we'll find, each other's core,
Only to find, we leave feeling sore.

Back when I was a kid at play,
we played games throughout the day,
Telephone wires that snapped on the ground,
were our skipping ropes we had found.

Can you enjoy a meal,
If it ain't your Cat.
Is he mad as a Dog,
or blind as a Bat.

Your life seems so much in vain,
It's time you came in, from the rain.
Stop depending on me, I'm not your mother
Start looking inside yourself and not your brother.

I was told, -'You drive me to drink.'
My bad habit was speaking before I think.
-'Typical drunk, like to blame others for your problems, '
Thought you would like me in helping you solve them.

Should I take the time to explain,
Playing house was just a game.
You were expecting a mouse in our new life?
Aiming t to control me as your new wife?

That voice, that voice,
Oh what you do to me.
Tantalizing, analyzing
Oh how it makes me free.

Have you ever wondered if you live in a zoo,
Your world becomes, this glass in front of you.
Waiting, waiting, for something to begin.
Twitching your nose to make it all end.

As he helped closed the gap between 'Black and White, '
The perfection showed in 'Beat It', if things weren't right.
Just starting out when learning his 'ABC's.'
If you had a friend in' Ben, ' You would be just like he.


Crackling fire, floating in the air,
Pitch fork flames poke you everywhere.
Stand to close, you will feel the heat within,
You know by its power, it has a creation of sin.

In this recession, the hard times begin
No one knows when it will all end
A few lucked out, playing their cards.
For them, life won't be hard,

Our City is bothered by critters of the night.
Their instinct tells them to hide from our sight.

My neighbour thought he had a great plan.

Prograstination can be a bummer,
Once your caught, it has your number.
Giving up or giving in
Can be the beginning or the end.

Expressions that are the least expected,
Are my search, when I'm not detected.
Small pups and kids, babies in cribs,
Gives me a start, to lift my head.

Tried kicking the habit from the begin
A bad habit to start at age ten
Sucking it up and inhaling
Was the beginning of the unveiling.

We were five,
when we shared our young lives.
Fun was had,
by catching Monark Butterflies.

As I take a walk under the moon,
I am hoping you would come by soon.
As the night gets chilly, I feel so alone.
Cause you had never even phoned.

Christine Kerr Biography

I am the only girl in my family with three brothers that are older than me. We grew up with a petting Zoo full of animals. Learned quickly on being a Tomboy and enjoyed getting into the adventure of life along with my older siblings. Rhyming words to poems seem to come easy for me when I felt stressed out. It has been a good way of getting a lot of things off of my chest or cheer me up. Hope you like what you see, which usually come from the bottom of my heart. Enjoy)

The Best Poem Of Christine Kerr

Don'T Mess With Old People

Just minding my business on my front porch
A young man struts by carrying a torch
He winks at me with a crazy stare
As I sit here in my rocking chair

This little pervert
Enjoys being bold
Playing the innocent
Teasing the old

Day after day, he has nothing to say
I try hard not to look his way.
He'll throw a kiss
Lick his lips,
Shake his hips,
All the time a grinnin

Little does he know,
That I may be old,
I can be bold,
Show him a jerk,
Lift my skirt,
I'm still fine and dandy.

So, come here little boy
Gran-ma's got some candy.

Christine Kerr Comments

Shashendra Amalshan 22 July 2009

Christine Kerr is my first friend here... i dont know.. she says she is not gona write poems anymore.... She is great person indeed... her poems reflect what a lovely, sweet person she is.. I travel around the Poem Hunter.. I see lots of young people at my age, bleeding, wounded... i came to the site as a wounded, battered person too.. but in my darling Chris I see the youthful exuberance i vent seen in many people... she is a great person, and write very entertaining and lovely piece indeed... With lots of love shas! ! ! ! ! !

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Paul Day 26 April 2009

I like the modern feel your poems have. You allude to technology and current events. You're the first person I've found to do that. It's a really interesting style.

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Stephen Stirk 09 March 2009

Christine Kerr is a poet and story teller all in one. All of her poems have a uniqueness, and the reader can relate to the honesty and openess in her subject matter. Chris's work is a thoroughly entertaining read

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