Best Abbreviate Poems


Premium Member A School Maths Tutorial

O.K., let’s see where you are with your math, 
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement, 
Which topic do you need to review?

Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers, use letters, counting the ABC’s.
By the end of this tutorial you’ll love these letters, 
Counting everything with ease.

Words like simplify, expand, and collect like terms,
Will become your new second diction.
Don’t use these letters like in tedious essays,
Nor like when expressing your poetic fiction.

Algebra strives to abbreviate everything, 
Every single concept’s to be generalized.
It establishes an effective working formula, 
Making it all neat, sleek, tidy, and stylized.

But don’t ask me who uses this at work, 
Laborers, builders or for financial investments.
Just make sure you use it next Monday morning, 
When you’re sitting your math exam assessments.

Animal Farm

Animal Farm

The youth of today; the ‘avant-garde’ of new lingo, lost words
‘Ennui’ of wisdom, with a blatant ‘cacophony’ of disrespect
‘Carte blanche’ entitlements pave a highway to absurdity
What once was ‘anomaly’, has become, a ‘bona fide’ threat

The ‘élan’ of our youth, self-absorbed with the screen
Their windows to the world encumbered only by a charge
The character constraints abbreviate a slang stream
As an Orwellian ‘déjà vu’, eighty-four is not far

But these ‘dilettantes” of tech, with an emoji style speak
Will never, understand; the ‘baroque’ of a poem, makes you weak


Contest: 10 Words, 10 Lines 2
Sponsor: Silent One
1/17/2018

Required Words:
-Anomaly
-Avant-garde
-Baroque
-Bona fide
-Cacophony
-Carte blanche
-Déjà vu
-Dilettante
-Élan
-Ennui

Just a Matter of Time

Grief stricken days.
My depressed ways.
Love never stays.
My depressed ways.

Beyond the shadows that mirk lifelessly towards my essence, I knew it was just a matter of time before I would break.Too young to die. Too old to cry. Babies cry in need and I cry out of desperation. Babies cry for love and I cry for forgiveness. How do I let myself feel the freedom of my wrong actions? How do I abbreviate my life into two simple letters, “L.L.” This stands for “Lost Life”.

I’ve been lost and I’ve been found. I’ve found peace and I’ve fallen down. I began living miserably the day you died and I began to shut myself off the moment you cried. No life could be saved with a broken heart. A broken heart needs nourishment and I need redemption. I have sowed too many seeds of remorse and I have shown too many drives off course. For, my life is lost. I don’t know where to find my life. See, it has flown far away too long ago to remember. Even though I need happiness, I deserve the sorrow. Even though I crave desires of salvation, I deserve angst. I am not a young girl anymore. I am an adult with needs that cannot be filled without deep blue water. The water frees my insanity and I will no longer feel condemned. I was born to feel condemned. I was born to live miserably. I don’t deserve balloons and flowers. I deserve black clouds and sad days, lonely in crowds and bad ways. 

Beyond the shadows that mirk lifelessly toward my essence, I knew it was a matter of time before I would break.

Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: May 21, 2016


Premium Member What Is the Number

You might shout it on a golf course,
It’s the number of digits in my pin,
In Chinese it’s death but let us not show remorse
Because it’s also the code to let angels in. 

America’s July signifies the way
Add a zero and it’s ruby by definition,
Add ‘teen’ and it’s Valentine’s Day
but it’s considered unlucky by superstition. 

It has the same number of quarters as its name,
It’s used to abbreviate a word.
Count the seasons in this poetry game
It’s not a half, a fifth and most certainly not a third. 

It connects the mind, body and spirit,
Is derived from the meaning of creation,
With this many eyes you won’t see it
‘Guessed this number?’ I ask with hope but trepidation. 

What’s In A Number Poetry Contest
6th February 2020
Sponsor: Juliet Ligon

Do Not Abbreviate

Do Not Abbreviate


 Do not abbreviate your love for me 'cause you are tired
 Let it develop enduring root in your hatred,
 Do not sieve my affection, it is only just
 Let it overwhelm you with a deluge of disgust,

 Hungrily, you embezzled my love for you
 But i truly relish your physical relief,
 Like the Mediterranean, the tide swallowed
 And lapped off the luscious cliff,
 Transformed the Gibralter into a cave hollowed
 And like the storm, eroded soaring blue peaks
 And plateau to weathered Grand Canyon,

 I have embraced the beloved with holy kisses
 And the throaty phlegm keep recurring in excess,
 O! Father, bless me and let there be,
 Always a lot of eye-sights,
 For you have anointed me the apostle of feminine access,
 Therefore i will continue to recite
 The catechisms of several beloved faces.

 Do not abbreviate your love for me 'cause you are tired
 Let it develop enduring root in your hatred,
 Do not sieve my affection, it is only just
 Let it overwhelm you with a deluge of disgust,

Our Lives-You and I

So proud of our lives
the way we have handled ourselves
sometimes in the face of rejection
that will
only abbreviate our lives

We have stood strong
walked the talk and survived the daily rigors what life throws at us
even from awkward corners
tossed to us
do we spring back like a coiled serpent
to shed another skin

We know one day we will rest
we know that day will surely come
and the sky will lose it's stars
as they emerge illuminated in our eyes
drawing a line across what has been
and what will be. 

I am urging those of kindred spirit
to value life that has been so graciously given to you
and treasure it's moments
like a multi faceted jewel
that reflects prisms
that act as an allegory to our lives.


Hope For the Generation

It's so mundane,
To follow this world so insane.
The longevity of this generation,
So precocious yet filled with agitation.
No compassion.
Only compromise.
With subtle superficial lobbyist,
Enhancing their look of integrity.

If only someone could overcome their 
adversity.
And fight the pretentious villains.
To spring spontaneity upon them.
And end their rancorous way.

One day all the disdain will wash away.
Intrepid novices,
Prudent with the ability of empathy.

While all of this is just a hypothesis,
I believe jubilation is in reach.

I think you should know,
One day I'll abbreviate this speech.

Spoiler Forewarning Alert

Spoiler Forewarning Alert!

This averred title announced straight
away so lingering fans
(hoop fully letting me abbreviate)
a short cut so ye
can up and evacuate,
while metered time,

not yet foregone and not to late
hence best heed mine caution
which can protect minimum damage,
asper gray matter within pate
or blithely ignore
admonishment, aye accentuate

hmm...okay,...you apparently
decided to forsake adequate
prophecy, resigning despite
honest to dog admission to punctuate
a most unpleasant prediction,
I did woof lee aerate

worst case scenario,
leaving disabling genetic trait
to effect generations,
where legions of lesions adulterate
causing future offspring to mutate
and closely resemble

teenage mutant turtles, this potentate
(albeit self declared
only mein kampf, thee only life,
his existence he can arrogate
he doth officiate),
hence proceed at your own risk,

to avoid unpleasant fate,
visited upon unborn sons and daughters
uttering imprecations
unintelligible expletive laced spate,
that would approximate
(a cross between duck and pig)

incoherently gutturally excoriate
ting tee, thus don't tell me, I didn't
forewarn ya, whar
yar heart might palpitate,
thus causing da ole

ticker to fluctuate
dem eyes of yaws
could severely dilate,
while sweat gushes out every pore
streaming like liquid useless tube video,
a salty sea would then perspirate

out every last drop of fluid,
erupting magmatic plasma
to pool agglomerate
right under keister,
a lovely bag of bones
delivered to Norristown State

which inability to hydrate,
hence resultant mummification
heroic measures futile
thus humane decision would necessitate
and remaining days

on Earth numbered
starting with zero, not very great,
now this extinct reptile
hoop heed dead gratefully,
express message, and clearly articulate.

158

Tormented by the apathetic clock
How slow 336 hours struck by
The urge to see you crept through my veins
Like a disease that had no symptoms

The relief set in as classes dispersed
Unfolded sheets called out in the distance
For sleep seemed to abbreviate the days
And dreams prolonged your memory
 
A glance at the photograph of summertime romance
Brought fire to a still-beating heart 
She left in a hurry to endure the unknown;
A word left to none

An hour and a half of shaky hands and staggering turns
Bleeding lips and battered nails
Feeling despondent, I yearned to turn back
Nothing but thought that you may not be home

My eyes peered over to the passenger seat
Memories resurfaced through my lack of restraint
As the GPS repeated take exit three for the second time,
I let out a sigh with faint sanity

The indifferent clock, now benign
Stopped as I told him to come to his porch
And there he was, just as he was the last time
And there I was, all along.

July 25th, 1996 Tied the Gordian Knot

July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense

sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...

Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace

nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...

and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice

reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even

Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)

ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate

as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,

she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate

with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate

tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely

iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with

corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -

validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate

popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,

nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore

liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander

refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.

Suspended Transcendental Meditative State

Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...

Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial

dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons) 

tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"

dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate

past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate

finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,

which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased

signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.

Page Forty Two

I know it's hard... for you to turn the 
page, especially when you don't 
want this chapter to end it's more 
love than hate, you can't do what 
you undid the present is here and 
that means that the past was late no 
need for me to spell it out or 
abbreviate, no resuscitation just 
elevation, let it elevate you priorities 
comes first and she don't even have 
a clue, so...what do you do when the 
one you love and you are on 
different paths, that leads to a home 
divided y'all do the math, step up to 
the mound like a pitcher a man 
putting his kids first now that's a true 
religion so if she can't understand 
that I don't know what to tell you, 
except how you gonna cross the 
finish line together when y'all on 
different levels
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.

Demon Already Loosed Out This Curmudgeon Beast

Ignominy hewed into comeuppance, 
where yours truly aggrieved state 
far worse fate  
than becoming deceased, though 
years gone by since meek kin 
grievously afflicted soundly did berate
  
deplorable marital indiscretion 
this mister (wordsmith) forced opaque  
double life undetected 
confession subsequently told mate, 
she (nor eldest daughter) 
riled, none to pleased, nonplussed

the latter (now living/working of late 
San Francisco, California), 
thus distance doth abate 
plus elapsed time buffer zone   
lessens lesson learned never to copulate 
(best if done early at any rate) 

still loathes (at least smolders) 
apt appellation liaison found papa 
caught with figurative pants down lil mandate 
formerly loosed upon Venus to excavate 
as no fallacy warm prickly didst deflate 
no stranger as expletive ingrate  

attests no more Casanova trait 
deservedly called him regarding 
extramarital tete a tete 
apology made forgiveness accepted, 
thou accept culpability I narrate 
wife high infidelity transgression, 

mine inferiority complex 
sex seeded to emasculate 
all throughout boyhood, 
adolescence, young manhood,  
veritable entire lifetime spate 
whereby fourscore and seven years ago 

minus seventeen orbitz hied dedicate 
mastermind pursuit didst facilitate 
matt's scott's getgo automatically 
begat self worthlessness 
dismal social withdrawal didst accentuate 
courtesy threatening taunts, 
name calling, bullying as master bait 

helped discredit any shred and underrate 
me yet, now vestigial self confidence
helps me to reevaluate 
within calmer metaphorical seas 
how to steer this wallowing,
lumbering, aging... frigate 
plus a brief plug for Colgate, 

nonetheless choppers rotted 
legacy courtesy dental quandary... 
subsequently oral crisis did abate 
quick lemme abbreviate 
courtesy periodontal disease 
dentures fitted hence concludes
tracked train of thought I freight.

Nuttin Boot Mieskeit Goyim

Nuttin boot mieskeit goyim...
lives among this nebbish atheist of Jewish ancestry

Tongue in cheek Yiddish
humor to playfully scold
often time sounds
like a compliment
yours truly, (a run
of the mill Shlimazel) behold

only knows a smidgen,
yet grew up within household
where foter and muter
kibitzing did unwittingly mold
their second born
and modest chutzpah
regarding only son undersold.

Though at times
he earned appellation schmuck
just ask the misses -
yea that yuck a puck
she will be more
than willing to chuck
kill with delight rattling
off with aplomb and pluck
I eagerly attest with

veracity that she blurts "ƒµ©*
you a$$hole," her
glib endearment -- yuck,
which does wonders
to spark romance
no surprise, yours truly
rather be struck
with self driving
smartass self driving motortruck.

Aforementioned language
used by Jews no longer lost
in central and eastern
Europe before Holocaust
originally German dialect

with words tossed
from Hebrew and several
modern languages jost
today spoken mainly
in US, Israel, and Russia.

More so acuity, affinity,
and avidity of late
growing interest doth
not seem to abate,
hence I could rattle

off voluminous spiel
megillah but best abbreviate,
otherwise which followers
might suddenly abominate,
thus this son mentsh chin hubble
meshugener wordsmith

best accommodate
preferred brevity lest
he doth accumulate
a slew of gentile enemies,
apt to annotate
unsolicited comments
their choice lingua franca

pointedly, happily, decisively,
and brazenly annunciate
and cheekily crow
kush meyn tukhes
in Macy's window.

Analogous to most
every previous poetic theme
I set low standards on par
with Bupkis, you probably deem
that comparison over the top,

hence please choose a meme
most apropos even extreme
expletive epithets or... dream
up fictitious, (albeit "fake")
that one day maybe come supreme.

Your Heart On the Line

the happy state, ignoring to flucuate,
the quick fix-it mentality to abbreviate,
in busyness cannot stop,
to take the time to sit down and talk,
with rushed assumptions, turning backs,
wow, ain't nobody got time for that?,
confined in mime, still standing in line,
the comfort of conformity in the song that's chimed,
would you move if it meant to step out of line?,
to prevent yourself from being paralzed?

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