Best Affect Poems
Mother
You have hovered way to long
soured breath down my back
I forgave but
never was forgiven
for the late nights with Dad
sitting by his chair in the parlor,
you in your bedroom
eyes wide shut
Counting the seconds, the minutes
your iron fist at hand
a child's lesson
the sting, the bruise
left to heal alone in my room
crying.
fluorescent colors
every corner of the room
delightful cartoons
reminding me of great times
happy moments of painting
After reading a couple of poems about spelling and grammar, i questioned about the the correct use of affect vs. effect and had a bit of a play around with a few words.
Silent One ... this is for you. :-)
Started reading some poems about English spelling and grammar,
I brought up affect and effect which threw in a bit of a spanner.
Does anyone really understand the difference between the two?
I like to think I’ve got it but the truth is I don’t have a clue.
I set myself a mission to find out about these two words,
What I didn’t realise was, there is actually a third.
Affect is to change or cause an influence in a particular event,
Effect is when a change has occurred, so that answers that argument.
But as I investigate further, when S is added to effect it changes the entire meaning,
It means personal belongings, my head now hurts, oh why did I start intervening?
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Like sad music
Can move me to tears
A cello’s deep
Hauntingly beautiful sound
Plays my soul with its resonance
Like a majestic sunrise over the ocean
Infinitive water and sky and fire
That brings enigmatic joy to my heart
The hope in endless new beginnings
The absolute awe of nature
You affect me
You connect to that deep place in my soul
In a way that no one else ever has.
tear-filled eyes
sweaty palms
a horse voice
weakened limbs
a quickened heartbeat
how could I speak?
"others" have called poetry the medicinal god/goddess of the 21st century
- but not me.
lately
poetry hasn't been feeding me
lately
poetry hasn't been the thirst-quencher
yet I never starve or desire to drink
it is not even about my reaction to his poetry
(and yes I wrote a poem titled "My Reaction to His poetry")
it did not cut me as deep
yet I bled, well I bleed
it did not color anything for me, my personality and temperaments have not changed
yet I can see these beautiful dark green trees, well I am slowly seeing
- i love being surrounded
embraced by a chilling breeze
yet i am running out of the forest of my mind screaming
the constant screaming is why my voice is hoarse
yes, that is why my eyes are tear-filled
being coerced and manipulated and deceived by the happenings of love
this explains my faster heartbeat - it skips, no it gallops, well it sprints
and then my weak limbs..
as my desire and "say so" grows
other parts of my being, mainly my limbs, become weak
here am I (according to "others" vulnerable but not naive
blasting music, cramming for exams, and venting to strangers about him)
but I am.
his love
the effect
affected me... (according to "others" infected me)
Making you re-peat everything over and over again
Just a broken record
Feel like the real deal mental patient
Because you have no patcients
Do you want my autogragh?
Would others just feel intimidated
If they were to posses such power in insightful thinking?
Or would they not give two cents?
Are you just going to be living proof that were just all guine pigs?
Till the day you die
This is just all a practice test
A biomechanical experiment
Please take a complimentary mint
Just enough to distract you
So you don't ask any questions
Because there's no anwsers
Just all air
Nothing will always be something
Embedded into every cell
That have been manipulated
Get the latest vaccine
Than lets all go to McDonalds
Children are dying every day
Are they still innocent?
Or just lost souls?
Because they never learn't their lesson(s) in their last life
Just wait till the men in black kidnap you
You'll be the first human to see
what really goes on behind closed doors
Ghosts, UFO's, microchips, human experimentation, conspiracy theories, war and religion
We as humans are predestioned
Programed to complete certain tasks
To get to the level were the governments satisfied with your workings
You drive a car to work
Than go to work to pay for your car
We all recieve metal and paper
Brainwashed into thinking thats the only pro-ogrative
Moneys evil
Just causes caious
If you pocess a dollar bill and cut it in half
Its just wortheless
Than you get to a certain age
And your suppost to retire
Your expected to reases your life
To have accompliced everything on your bucket list
But in reality its all just a fat white lie
Hidden in a secret disguise
Some may search for a lifetime
Some will never really find
A girl who is truly amazing
To love body, soul, and mind.
...We unknowingly search
For this "happily ever after" tale
And we won't stop till we find
That person that makes us feel frail
What makes us so human?
What makes us so weak?
Can it be that we are destined
To search till it's true
Till happily ever after
Finds me, and you.
Dispicable me
Need I not say
Just learn to play the game
Hit one out of the park
Now living in the 18th century in the dark
Being forced to use your imagination again
Do you wish for quality or quanity?
Nothings cured...
It can only be managed
So you go to your legal drug dealer
Sign your name on blank paper in blood
Now call it even
All drugs legal or not are corupting your very soul
No stopping the enevitable
No dealer has safety as a main priority
Its just a frustrating vicous cycle
Oh, at least your laundries done
While coming undone
Do up the buttons
But nothing matches
You begin to lose sense of reality
Your surroundings are just a fuzzy glare
Pumped full of enough pills to knock out an elephant
Attempting to reases your enviroment
While other beings are playing toss with your brain
You can feel your brain going on short circut wires
An electrical storm is ragging in your mind
In hopes to find the ancient relm of a lost civilization
But there hidden in the many layers (of skin)
Just watch out before someone pulls the pin from this deadly granade
In hopes of winning this war
But there's no horizen
Your minds still playing tricks on you
His life is moving, he wants it to rest,
His thoughts are open, his bare breast!
He is alone seated at his desk – his thoughts fly,
He smiles alone to himself as her images flash by,
Then suddenly he turns pale as he hears a cry,
Nobody around believes him, they tell, “it’s a lie.”
He tries to avoid but a cry had filled the air,
Again he remembers his girl-so lively and fair!
Now he found out, his broken heart led that cry,
There was no joy in his life- he wanted to die,
He could not, he was also a son, the poor boy!
But he was brave, not ignorant and not shy,
Yet his heart was groaning in pain, why?
His heart told him a truth, this time not a lie,
It cried, “I love her………..she is my”,
And the poor boy held his neck and wished to die.
The rings of fire- he could see around him,
He sat alone while all were staring at a film.
And now as I watch him staring lifelessly at the ceiling above,
I curse and thank god for giving this feeling called “love.”
My friend I pity you for the tears that came like rain,
But when will you laugh and sing and jump again?
There are many like you who face the same fate,
You are trying to forget her but dwells on your breath.
I tell this for you and all those for your passion,
Let your love be sincere and true in its action,
She may hate you but she will love you in your imagination,
And if you are happy, remember – thats your destination!
Do not let her fall for you affect your love for her,
And some day she will realize-you were true not an actor,
And if not, yet you didn’t condem, cheat or betray,
You will be called a fighter and for your joy- I pray!
Nasty mouth replaces height
Spitting cobra fangs – spitting bullying rude
Standing teapot: hands-on-hips
Anger drains her colour into jaundice
A pretty face warped by scowls
Tells not asks – never thanks
An aggressive project every day
Snappy woofing snarling
“Assertive” apparently
Cloudy clear paranoia
Why would you do that! What did he want!
Looking, pleading for a snap, a bicker, a voice poke
Behind poison, a quickly spreading core of empty sadness,
Powered by then and now
Lets tackle this now before it gets any bigger,
lets not disregard this as small before this garbage becomes litter,
some feelings may be the worst indicators of truth,
but lets be realistic, they affect what you do,
instead of turning your head to it, lets face it head on,
because if not, we give the misconception the right to go on,
it will lull and dull itself into reality,
and by the time you want to explain, it will be way past self-explanatory,
it will be one excuse on top of another,
and it won't take minutes to fix, but hours upon hours,
and then we sit back and wonder why,
with no honesty, there's no trust, and then the loyalty dies...
Wind cuts to my feelings of indifference
for my impaired emotionless state
air freezing my facial expression
glad of the change in environment
but can not seem to express it
living on my own like a hermit
any difference in my normal
is like water to a dying plant
Eager to spread roots and limbs
and to bask in the warm sun
It would be a reprieve like a
stay of execution to a convict
But here I lay or sit or stand or pace
doesn't matter which I do or don't
in a drowsy state of mind
befuddled from the medicine
as much cure as curse
Screaming inside for relief but
serotonin won't open my mouth
or form the facial expression
trapped in an alternate reality
not sure if the old one was
really worth letting go of
not sure where to go from here
because I have been down this one before
too many times before I fall flat
either into overwhelming emotions
without medication or not enough
or back in a dull labotimized state of mind
how to go on standing on a double edged sword
the thing that I miss most is
the thing that can save me
- inspiration???
words leave my mouth with thought
but no passion involved
leaving friends and family wanting more
but more I can't provide
I feel so inept
I feel so cowardly
I feel so unworthy
I feel so lost in my own mind
Amid all this is the growing concern
I will die lying down without a concern
where I end up afterwards
- Heaven or hell,
for either will be a welcome relief
from nothing
why do they let me bleed
help is what I need
i'm trapped in this darkness
I cut myself and feel the sharpness
why dont I feel loved
why dont I push when i'm shoved
why am I shy
i'm alone when I cry
why do I not fear suicide
i'm sad and alone on the inside
i'm trapped in the quick sand
no one will lend a hand
you cant sink my boat
it was never afloat
why do they try to hurt me
i'm already alone and tiny as a flea
why dont I trust any adult
I dont know but it involves assault
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