Best Attempts Poems
Written: November 11, 2023
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Oh, what strength and valor the heart may be!
As a way of enduring life's various struggles,
Minor flaws are where it typically falls poorly.
Which develops drastically, days troubles
We brace for battle by bearing sturdy gear.
To meet physically with something awful.
Defiantly ignoring the potential to feed fear
And convey your fierce drive to win, lawful.
An anonymous, as feathery as a fluffy cloud,
A thoughtless phrase, a glance, a demeanor
Destroys our smug sense of awe; to be proud
Both stamina and vigor vanished in a steamer.
Despite whether it is stubble-covered or spare,
Losing may as well teach us how life will dare.
Categories:
attempts, analogy, angst, bereavement, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Changing my diet
is such a riot.
Categories:
attempts, health,
Form:
Couplet
Even the Great pyramids,
magnificent structures of wonder
are overshadowed by
the majesty of mountains;
crowned in golden sun.
Halos glisten white.
Spoiled tower of babble.
The long and winding road;
travelers delight to follow;
a pitiful mimic of
the mighty river,
cutting, free, it's own path
with unbridled sinew;
recycled and recharged in the sea.
Enormous jets of sonic speed,
performing stunning sky art.
It's technology dwarfed by
simplicity of aerial agility.
The hovering hummingbird
darts away as the
spiraling bumble bee lands.
Destruction of nuclear bombs;
pluming mushroom clouds,
snuffed out by
gigantic hurling asteroid.
Earth knocked off it's axis
with a single blow.
Lights out.
Robots in the image of man
performs tasks, uses logic.
Only a cold reflection of humanity.
No joy, love or sorrow.
No tears or laughter.
Our most futile attempt at playing God....
No soul.
Categories:
attempts, creation, mountains, river,
Form:
Verse
I'm in the arms of my first love
It feels so good, it feels so right
Why did we give up
If we were ideal
It broke our hearts
It changed ourselves
But we were trying to be the same
Why didn't we fight
For our feelings
Chorus
I knew we were meant
for something better
That's sad part of our past
I want to forget it
I'm in the arms of my first love
He says me " hush, don't cry my love
You're still in my heart
I didn't forget you".
He hugs me tight
It gives me peace
I'm going back to my memories
When we were fine,
'cause we were together
When we we young
We were reckless
My tears will dry
But I'll never forget you
It was a magic
in a snow globe
It was fantastic,
but we're beyound hope
Categories:
attempts, depression, emotions, february, first
Form:
Lyric
I am not the sun
Which your world revolves upon;
To you, I'm nothing.
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Such classic beauty
As hers aglow that Venus
Would die of envy.
Categories:
attempts, introspection, love,
Form:
Haiku
How she devours fare
And still look fairly pretty
Is beyond me.
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Her exotic eyes,
Like clear December skies,
Can melt hearts of ice.
Categories:
attempts, love,
Form:
Haiku
Not divine enough to deliver scriptures
Just a uncommon erector or life depicter
Unapoligetically painting pictures,
that expose the sinister.
Like these spiritually damaging supposed ministers
Preying physically upon our undeserving young brothers and sisters
Or politically inspired facade motivators
Attempting to build the highest encasing for elevators
Those with unapparent inclinations to deceive the nation
I pray till incoherent no reservations relieve my brethren
Searching for something more absorbent to our children than playstation
Waiting for an understanding heaven sent blessings for the fallen
And my thought process at times transgressed
Hard fought this stress nights could not rest
Send deep breaths through chest have many regrets
light sleep distressed were blest through tests
I spill my mind on the canvas like blood from open arteries
To heal the blind go bloodless like twice chosen batteries
Ran races with madness the finish line held tragedies
Then escaped that sadness now I spread these realities.
Categories:
attempts, hope, inspirational, life, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts
I was numb for so long, but I'm beginning to feel this
I just want to be normal without any mental illness
I'm tired of depression, Anxiety and bipolar, I just need a rest
At 17, I took an overdose of pills to try and stop my beating chest
I was traumatized from my childhood, and wanted to end the pain
I self-harmed daily to try and mend my pain
I got addicted to the feeling, I was labelled a freak, weirdo, and called much worse
Even though I didn't have a leg to stand on, I still tried to move my foot first
I started self-harming at 14, and hid it for 2 years so how could I be an attention seeker?
Does being open and honest about these feelings make me weaker?
People bring my name up thinking I don't hear
The thing is, they bring my name up, I just don't care
I'm tired of battling demons that can't be beat
Why is it if I attack depression it's me who bleeds?
Maybe I should have kept this to myself, maybe it was too deep to share
I survived my suicide attempts, so I guess someone or something needs me here
Depression can't be seen, yet he follows me everywhere
You can't see him beating me down and taking away my strength
I feel it everyday, he makes me act up and brings me to tears
He laughs at me for my frustrations and failed suicide attempts
Categories:
attempts, deep, depression, discrimination, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Its hard always trying to impress people, especially when they truly are not looking.
To go out of your way to prove something, that really nobody cares about.
Each and every day I try to do what is right, to show them that i have changed.
It is as if their eyes are shut to the truth, all that matters is what they saw on the news.
Meth Lab, drugs, baby involved.. Ignore the heart ache pain and attempted suicides.
Now I am finally out of the situation, finally trying to be me again.
But its impossible to show them that its different, that I am trying.
I am trapped in my own mind even when I am away from him.
Everybody says they want to help, they want to see me better myself.
But its hard always trying to impress people, especially when they truly are not looking.
To go out of your way to prove something, that really nobody cares about.
Categories:
attempts, abuse, addiction, depression, judgement,
Form:
I interview myself
Quote its gist -while swirling wine
All to myself:
“I’m popular”
-Yet believing,
An’ with no despair
That fame may come home...
And I hear those rhythms
An’ I feel then moan
An’ In my bones they shake
As blood attempts heart
Categories:
attempts, art,
Form:
Free verse
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,
nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years and fourscore
orbitz around black hole sun
scattering cremains galore
camouflage ashes colored like hoar.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Categories:
attempts, 12th grade, america, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
his heart broken
too late for last ditch attempts
~ everything failed
posted on November 8, 2018
Categories:
attempts, grief, heartbroken, longing, loss,
Form:
Senryu
white bunnies are funny
tails puffy and fluffy
I see bear with thick honey
now he is getting huffy
will he see the bunny?
He sets down the honey
I watch the rabbit try to hop away
will he live another day?
Rodents are incredibly funny
Categories:
attempts, animal,
Form:
Rhyme
A desire to die, found myself lazily lie,
Oh—'Without pain,' then why even try?
Hanged dupatta on a fan left running,
It spun, it tore—just threads kept churning.
Asked GPT for methods of death,
And back came '10 Ways to Be Happy' instead!
It said- "Just hold this night alive",
Weird—was I meant to be gone by sunrise?
Funny, right?...
Sped at 70, reckless and rash,
The driver behind just roared in a flash.
Called me "mad" - mocked without a crash,
And yet, I lived—a pity, couldn’t even bash!
Dared to walk late at night,
Thought murderers might set things right.
But what they shared was philosophy's advice,
Ranting like life coaches— too precise!
Decided to jump from a height,
Got famous—landed on a bull's back thrice.
At last, the tired bull kicked me deep,
"Best to try next time", I sighed and went to sleep.
Categories:
attempts, 2nd grade, death, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
dimwitted attempts
at subtle persuasion
failed attempts at
re-gaining what has
been lost with no success
what so ever
given up hope
given up dreams
given up desires
left with bitter taste
left with bitterness
left with down heartedness
as a result of time well wasted
as a result of time unproductively spent
now left with memories wished to be
wiped from memory
Categories:
attempts, age,
Form:
Lyric