Best Arguments Poems
the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses
Playa Hermosa 92 The Patient Stones
I used to walk the playground during recess
Listening to the laughter
And saw the stars twinkled and glowed in their faces.
Running, jumping, climbing, swinging,
And sliding in the rain,
Wind, snow, and sunshine.
Always made my day cheerful and bright.
However,
There was much more going on, than just fun.
Some would have bad days,
Putting a smile was my job;
It would go a long way,
Hoping it was there
Until the end of the day.
Some
Accepted silence,
Others conversation.
Arguments and rants would start.
One didn't need to anticipate their behavior.
They always came as a ray of sunshine.
They knew when one cared,
They'd come around with trust and no fear.
Teaching them to settle disputes
By talking or just turning and walking away.
12/9/2019
Poetry Contest: If You Live by The Sword Then You Die by The Sword; 10 lines
Sponsored By: Silent One
Let’s play charades!
No. Tic tac toe.
No Pictionary!
Okay, time for Cranium Cadoo.
A game that combines logic,
Chardes
Tic tac toe
and Pictionary!
New argument.
I want to be green!
No. I am green.
I am always green.
The babysitter gives up.
Not realizing when Mom is here
she is always green
I lost my arguments, with the gods
and sage man Apolinar,
decided to leave, whose humbleness
should be immortalized, as it deserves,
by those who have been touched by him. Though, he
never asked for an epitaph, to be engraved,
in his beloved islands,
yet I, being disobedient and predictable, I changed
his thought, with help from his charmed
rice wine that I shouted in despair---
“O children of Apolinar,
let it be known to y’all, that the sage man
decided to leave; neither be dismayed nor be saddened,
instead, rise on your feet and go---
sail from island to island, spread his legacy. He was a good citizen of the
islands. And, the best thing
of all, he was my dearest father...
and I cherished him, more than the gods!”
words erupt from an inner world
of subconscious fear
things said that cannot be unsaid
repercussions accusations
love at risk of being undone
crushing
unnecessary painful with stings
of hurt and projection
out of place and perspective
daggers unsheathed
pointed at the heart of all hearts
booze does not have a favourable impact
the little devil is vile and unpalatable
loosens the tongues and spits venom
apologies make for another day
retrieve most of the poison
and the learning curve is out there
all time for times to get better
18th December 2022
I have another piece that's too long for the poetry section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "arguments" - about my summer vacation between freshman & sophomore year (at university).
I know I could take things out - to make the piece shorter and fit here - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug*
Here's the link:
https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/arguments_10600
I hope you like it!
I hate when you bring out
this version of me,
I fly like a bat
I sting like a bee.
Hissing at you with
a red, forked-tongue,
I can spit like a llama
I can kick away dung.
I hate when the worst of me
releases such venom,
The stench from our arguments
Burn ... STOP!
What's been said I can't take back
or ignore it away,
No the scars are revealed,
and then on display.
So apologize to me
instead of Writing the next verse,
It's too painful to live with you,
It feels like a curse.
800 miles.
2 hearts.
1 love.
How do I go on?
I cry myself to sleep.
Why do I stay?
I can't leave.
He's waiting.
An argument, needed to be won.
I feel like I'm in love.
No, I'm too young.
Time for bed.
why don't you stay up.
why don't you just think. Think about everything you've done.
Think of who've you hurt.
Think about who's gone.
Why don't you cry?
What's wrong with you?
Are you crazy?
what will you do?
Too many questions.
Too many tears.
So many lost things.
So many found fears.
Hold my hand?
Hold me tight.
Don't let me go.
please don't fight.
Take me home.
take me back.
Don't forget my love.
Don't forget the facts...
salient arguments
whirlwind across the floor
rugs of rolling hills
closets filled yet more
the ones we never speak of
portraits fleering
infinite mirrored reflections
walls of respective distances
dogs chasing their tales
mad electrons seeking rest
grabbing at foreign orbits
i turn to her
i have failed in suburbia
the great american dream
i am returning to the jungle
my hovel there is safe
i do not speak the language
streets bear names i have never heard
the poet held incommunicado
i always get left on corners screaming
you will be sorry
Lenin and Moscow
MacArthur and the Philippines
Houdini and Death
i shall return, corners are everywhere
waiting for a streetcar
"Desire"
i have come to realize
i will do this again
some men can only pine
i bury them in it
San Blas 90
Angry arguments, hurt so bad,
If it hurts... why we argue more,
Can't understand what makes us mad,
Angry arguments, hurt so bad,
For days together... we stay sad,
Then back to normal as before,
Angry arguments, hurt so bad,
If it hurts... why we argue more.
June 18, 2016.
Syllables Per Line: 8
Total # Syllables: 64
Total # Words:47
If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Nostalgia reminds, regrets accrue
Tears stain, emotions reign
Grasps erratic, hands uncertain
Despaired concerns, a heart wrenched
Lies appease, future truths.
Distance abundant, doubts excessive
Pace slows, feet lead ahead
Evasive glances, assumptions severing
Dependence realised, apologies strained
Care aches, departing thoughts resign.
Direction bemused, frustrations perplexed
Discussions flow, arguments resist
Audible voices, silenced ignorance
Compromise imposed, stubbornness persisting
Selfishness bare, exception quells.
Relations worn, exhaustion contaminates
Schedules busy, rest prevents
Messages brief, balance unfound
Attention returned, neglect reflecting
Impulse wary, arms wonder.
Questions buoyant, answers flounder
Routine predictable, suspense escapes
Seats reserved, places unknown
A shoulder proffered, a face burrowing
Love's monotony, time appreciates.
Here starts Christ’s journey
Jesus enveloped in burning sand
Starving and alone
A snake slithered to Jesus
Yaldabaoth whispered
“Loved flower of the father
If you’re truly that
Tell the stone to become bread”
But Jesus proclaimed
“According to your very law
In your very words
Man shall not eat bread alone”
Saklas showed the world
His painting for Christ to see
Saklas asserted
“Treasured light from the bright sun
If you’re truly that
Accept these splendid kingdoms
These are my making
These are my authority
Bow down to my tail
Worship my lion’s face
And these you will have
For there is no god but me”
But Jesus replied
“Worship and serve God only”
To mock the craftsman
By reciting his own verse
To worship one above him
Remembering God above
Samael just snarled
Brought Jesus to the temple
On the pinnacle
Above Satan’s creation
Samael shouted
“Precious water from the lake
If you’re truly that
Fall like wisdom fell
For you will be saved
For my angels shall catch you
For it’s in my psalm”
But Christ’s closing reply was
“Your prophet Moses
Said Do not test the lord your god
So by your own law
I shall not quiver and trip
So wisdom may rise”
The lion headed serpent
Who could not reply
Slithered away on his earth
Jesus left the burning sands
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Ham dramaybaz sahi tum batao tum kya ho?
Kya tum Auliya ho?
Kya tum malaika ho?
Kya tum pakbazi kay mujasmay ho?
Kya tum sadiq-o-ameen ho?
Kya tum hidayat ki talqeen ho?
Kya tum pholon ki mehak ho?
Kya tum kanton bhara chaman ho?
Kya tum shanti-o-aman ho?
Kya tum thark ki dukan ho?
Kya tum chaskon kay pehalwan ho?
Kya tum nafsaniyat ka tofan ho?
Kya tum bay hodgi ka imkan ho?
Tum munafiq ho ya musalman ho?
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Tum batao tum kya ho?
Note. Crows calling us black.
I can not stand this
Screaming outside my door
The screaming and yelling
I try to ignore.
It keeps getting louder
As more screams appear
One right after another
It seems so hard to bear.
It makes me want to cry
But I try to stay strong
But they need to stop
Their fights last way to long.
It never seems to help
To try and cover my ears
The screaming keeps getting closer
I can hear them very clear.
Cursing and swearing
Is every other word
They need to stop and realize
Who this really hurts.
Whose ears are being covered
Whose eyes are being filled
Whose heart is being torn in half
It feels like being killed.
We were one happy family
Until the money tore us apart
The saddest of the moments
Is once again my brother departs.
Leaving us four again
The way it use to be
Leaving more empty spaces
Deep inside of me.
A boss can The Vigorous retire
While the latter is still a live wire,
His arms still sinewy, his feet sound tires:
The one who vibrant kids sires...
A boss can send home his firm's tears' dryer:
Saver of company's cars from mire,
It doesn't have to die down: 'the fire'
Nor does it need to corrode 'the wire'.
Then, your arguments could hearers tire
And, dragged too long, make you little liar;
Ones clearly seeking a confused buyer,
Wherefore you could not but go that higher...
Bosses mostly retire The Tired
And when they do they have them just fired!