Best Bend Over Backwards Poems
Well you haven't given me much of a reason these past
few seasons to put my whole heart into this so-called
relationship...well I need to know if you still love
me or not...I Need A Reason To Hang Around I don't
know what you expect from me anymore and it's been a
long, long time since Heaven could be found...I really
don't want to leave you but you haven't given me much
to stick around for...well I Need A Reason, I Need A
Reason To Hang Around...I used to think you cared and
maybe you still do but we're like strangers livin'
together and for years that's not been anything new...
I used to bend over backwards for you but when it comes
to me it's like an inconvenient when I need you...well
I'm getting tired of you treating me like you do and I
don't know how many tears I can cry...it seems as tho
you think you got me where you want me well baby I’m
this close to saying goodbye...Heavens no more to be
found and I Need A Reason, I Need A Reason To Hang
around!
Sunshine After The Rain
The hours pass and I find the time
To straighten out everything in my mind
No one can know what I’ve put myself through
Not even you understand
The depths of my love for you
Yes, all I’ve seen and all I’ve come to believe
Lost for a time in the clouds
So the dream couldn’t be perceived
But after day comes the night
After every storm a ray of light
Sunshine after the rain
I look for ways to ease the load we carry
I long to give you strength when you feel weary
I bend over backwards
Turning the world inside out
So that I can stand beside you
Just to love and stand beside you
…After day comes the night
After every storm a ray of light
And I’ll give everything I have for you
To see the sunshine after the rain
Special Girl
There is this Special Girl,
She makes my head twirl,
I’ll love her all the time,
I wish she would be mine,
I would hold her in my arms,
And show her all my charms,
I would bend over backwards for her,
If anything were to occur,
I would write her a letter,
To try and know her better,
I would give her a rose,
And then get close,
I would give her a kiss,
I know I won’t miss,
She looks like an Angel,
From any angle,
I see her in my dreams,
I think I know what that means,
When I hold her tight,
I think “Gee she’s a beautiful sight”
I would do anything to make her happy,
So I would be like by her pappy,
She has that special touch,
That’s one of the reasons I love her so much,
She’s smoother that a dove,
I know I in love,
When I’m around her I get so sigh,
If she left me I’d probably die,
So when I die,
I’ll be in the sky,
Looking down making sure she finds the right guy,
When she finds him,
He better treat her with respect,
And if he doesn’t,
I’ll send a lightning bolt to his neck,
She better get all the love in the world,
Because she’s my Special Girl,
I’m not playing games,
So I won’t name any names,
This is how my Special Girl would be treated,
And I’m not going to repeat it...
The creatures come out in the dark.
One after the other,
They drag their fat bodies,
In front of the moonlight,
That shimmers with dull
Desire.
One after the other,
They display their darkness.
They wiggle and crawl,
And bend over backwards,
Clawing at the walls,
And scaling the ceiling.
Sometimes there are flashes of red,
And blue,
And black,
And a tint of a yellowish purple,
That sprinkles the walls,
Like a confetti of emotions.
One after the other,
They endow the room,
With their whimsical display.
Their folly,
The things of nightmares,
And dreams,
The things of joy,
And tears.
And as the sun rises,
One after the other,
The creatures retreat,
Back to the small crevice where they,
Belong.
And, you can almost see them smile.
Their reflection looks quite familiar.
Almost as if,
it were your own.
Imagination is the natural ability with which every human being is endowed.
Therefore, it is conceivable to say that everything will become allowed
by completely envisioning the unforeseen-yet things, that are going to be wowed,
while the barrier of the impossible, over time, will have been cowed.
Not only is the gist of creativity is one of its settlements,
but also the-spur-of-the-moment inspiration provides movements.
Besides being stimulated by some memory fragments.
All in all, these are all its sediments.
Breeding ground is the mind of whose is a blue-sky thinker
As well as, silent people have got the noisiest mind ever.
By using their illusion, they are like a winged-horse rider,
which flies high to obliterate the adamant never.
Low hanging fruits are not listed in its dictionary,
nor even dare to think about the ordinary.
Because in a stark comparison to the ability for the extraordinary,
this is downright basic and non-visionary.
Every step taken deep into the field of imagination
is like a wide-opened golden gate for a world of creation.
On the other hand, knowledge is inflexible and stuck on the limitation.
Similarly, the boundaries are not transcended due to its condition.
For instance, Einstein once said: imagination is better than knowledge
So, let's bend over backwards to acknowledge
that, by imagination, the General Theory of Relativity was created
And so far, its accuracy has been absolutely unrefuted.
The paramount importance of the imagination in our lives
is the onset of an all-brand-new avant-garde Era that arrives.
Wonderful as It seems, it will be a world full of surprises.
Furthermore, it might be breathtaking outright in our eyes.
The endeavor of imagining is likely to be rewarded for the greater good.
Consequently, there will be cutting-edge cars, technologies, remedies as well as enhanced food.
Not to mention about a thoroughly new sort of other things that will enchant us.
From my standpoint, imagination is a high gift in which will make our world be marvelous.
Do mental somersaults and backflips to establish a message
Invisible thoughts of madness rebuilt no blemish the wreckage
And this impression of subconscious stability holds many debts
So aggressions like monstrous in a degree to pay respects
Removing pain built partitions without the builders permission
Recreating brains dimensions now more sculptured the decisions
Verbally breaking down the encryptions of the mind
Purposelly making sounds for descriptions to the blind
Trying to humbly bend over backwards let fly not innocence captured
Supplying calmly hand when their awkwards confidence easily fractured
Instantly universalise languages throughtout cities, villages and any mountain range
Mentally solidify the dangerous so they physically make the boldest change
If I could artistically revitalise this world of woe
The colors would stay but division would go
When my brush touches canvas there'd be words such as these
When these seeds dust the planet there'll be better trees
Sha'ntez Jefferson
i should do this
not that
control control control
i should be this way
not like me
sucks to be me
i'm not you
I should be perfect and kind and sweet
such a double standard
i should be a loser jerk idiot
useless as it is to be that useful
i need to figure this out
need to figure that out
write obsessively to overcome your hate speach
figure out your art of conversation to fit in
i should bend over backwards for that person
i shouldn't like that one
i should, i could, i do
fail at being you
sucks to be me
i should write another letter to the prime minister
i should call the premier again
and not get through
i should call the secretary of defense from a concentration camp
forget it just call random police stations overseas
until someone clues in
but forget it they won't
stuck on stupid
and glad not to be me
i should live like this
spend all my money on that
do this that way
and not forget
to never getting a compliment
no job well done
no thank you for your selfishness
just selflessly fit into your stereotype
have the torture victom known as the terrorist
id rather suck at being a terrorist
than be a stool pigeon mole sabateur like you
thank god i'm me
NOT
Let's play a game, shall we?
It's a fun little number I like to call
"Do I miss you because I love you,
or because you're my brain's scar tissue?"
Let's review the facts, shall we?
You're a spoiled NEET who took pleasure from my pain
From making me bend over backwards
And watching my free will vanish
Like a parasite, you latch on to everyone
Begging for gifts and food like a child
Passive-aggressively plotting when you don't get your way
And everyone gives in to get you to shut up
By all accounts, you're a horrible person
So tell me why, tell me why
Why do you still haunt my dreams at night?
Why does the thought of losing you still hurt me so?
You're like heroin
Because man, doing lines of you through the night
Was the greatest high when the trip was fine
And the comedown was so fierce
So here I lay, sweating yet freezing
Dope sick and hungover after the greatest afterparty
Craving another hit to feel the ceiling again
Gently gnawing on my twelfth step chip
But you weren't always that way, you know
The love we shared was once pure
And each day was a blessing that I'd give so much to return to
And I think that's the you that I miss
But hey, that person died two years ago
You wore her skin so well that I didn't realize
That I still had a body to bury
Before you skinned it and wore it
More often than not, it's the pure memories I recall
When I'm clutching my phone with my thumb above the send key
And another withdrawal pang hits my temple
And jolts my thumb to the clear key
So where are you now?
I can't imagine I'm in a much better place right now
Eating my fourth cup of cup noodles tonight
Poring over a broth stained essay
It's comforting to share a pitiful existence with you
Because in a weird way, I feel more connected with you than ever
Sharing a loving, tender kiss across time and space
As we both scoop the last shrimp from the bottom of the cup
But each cup leads me closer to my dream
As you stagnate at home
Self-actualization is a difficult concept to measure
But your NEET dream dies with the last of your savings
The sun rises and the glare from the screen hits my eyes
Another frosty December morning
Through the sight of the rising sun and the scars you left behind
For now at least, you and I are forever intertwined.
lets say perhaps perchance
in to have a nice day searching your on second thought
kiss off
and go bend over backwards doing it
You run...
from pillar to post,
stick your neck out,
bend over backwards
just to satisfy them.
They're "your friends,"
or so you think.
They ask for the moon,
you give it two-fold.
The thanks you get?
Well, they watch you...
brush your pearly-white teeth,
rinse it out with Listerine
so your breath smells...
minty-fresh.
But surprise, surprise!
It stinks to them in your time
of need. Forget the lips;
you don't even get
a kiss on the cheek
for your troubles.
They show you...
zilch appreciation
Not a thank you
for all services rendered.
Come time for them..
to return the favors
They grimace and ask...
"Who are you?"
Sweet.
Submitted for...
It Is What It Is..........Or Is It? Poetry Contest (Winner: 8th Place)
Sponsored by John lawless
Date written: 12/04/2020
Hope....!
Hope is all we find and hope is all we get!
In failure and in success - in
all the ups and every single down,
and under duress to even begin with,
hope is all we find and hope is all we get!
Hands that held on, may turn cold and fidgety,
promises made - no more novelty
and may have turned about in entity!
but, there ain't any scope in losing hope,
cause, that's all we find and that's all we get!
Bridge to bridge the gap, may have gotten rickety,
the path you strode all along
may have turned against own faculty,
so be it - a judgmental error, no losing hope,
since hope is all we find and its hope is all we get!
The world around may have - expressed hostility,
where humanity became frosty
not extending aid to own fraternity
not to lose sight, but, to hold on to hope!
as, hope is all we find and hope is all we get!
Attempts to sabotage effort, by the high and mighty,
evident cowardice - resultant calamity,
take a deep breath, you will find your berth,
as you bend over backwards to make ends meet,
keep in mind, never to lose hope and that's all that you get!
Darkness may envelope, with ever deep propensity,
we sinking into, issue's enormity,
not finding out - a single streak of light,
even with gasping breathe, in pain as we writhe,
never ever lose hope, as that's all we have and we ever will!
[Verse 1]: I know at times when I acted as if it was my time to shine I did some
things that was wrong that would hurt you But I will never treat you like dirt And
when we used to argue just as soon as I was about to hit the door I miss the way
you tugged on my shirt I remember when your feelings start getting hurt but trust
the love we make it isn't lust You're my boo and Im your ma Always stay down
ain't nothing changed just look over your shoulder and there's your start because
I can't continue to see us apart
[Chorus repeat 2 times]: I know I did some messed up things but come on baby I
just
want to be your lady and I know apology isn't enough but boo sometimes in life
things get rough, its tough because I'm doing this alone the person I was
missing is you
[Verse 2]: I remember how the phone would ring hoping its you clues after clues
knowing you wanted to leave but I know I can't force you to stay Singing love
songs
that has to do with you and sometimes its hard to get through cause I don't have
you my heart I put it in your hands we didn't take us for granted But yet and still I
stand here alone
[Hook]: You know sometimes I don't know where to begin I don't want our love to
end Bend over backwards for each other love so close you could call us kin Even
though I been around the world boo I'll bring it all back to you because I care
"Us" is the love I want to share
[Chorus repeat till fade]
Love is not one-quarter note
It's a violin concerto set on fire
Played to a table for two
It’s not half-assed
Or half-baked
It’s the 3 inches thick
finger licking frosting
with a cherry on top of my cake
It's full tilt
Take a chance
Raw
Messy
Hard
Bend over backwards
Give it all you’ve got
Show me the damn cards
Risk layin' um down
Win or lose
Dare to feel alive
Put your heart in gear and drive
sort of love…
Yeah, that kind
©~Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel~
SEXY COLORS REALLY MATTER
I want him dark
In the white house to start
Holding as he lets go the troops
I can see the GI’s take off their boots
Sexy colors really matter
Bring out the smart guys
Give me the sweet life
With you I will melt
As I turn to the Vice
To hear her explain twice
Color is more than that
You need to follow the path
Get on the crazy track
Find out the sweet facts
As you put it in my pack
Being A president takes time
Are you ready to loose your mind
Doing all you can
Will you win or loose again
Not to be on his back
Never hear the please
As I bend over backwards
Trying to go forward
Am I white or black or Oh mama
Let’s get going with O’Bama
By: Shawn Jones 11/10/08
my uncle was married
before he met her
sure it was to his first cousin
My brother was trying to help her
she cried for days about being raped
My grandmother gave her a job
and a place to stay
Friends with benefits
to my uncle and brother
family upset
not realising she is a con artist
My brother and Uncle
kindling a family feud
over a woman who conned my grandma
my brother and then my uncle
I live in the same building as her
after my brother lost his head
and i don't blame him
evicted from a whole village
leaving me stuck here, trapped
she walks into a room
the men bend over backwards
I try to tell her to stop wasting men's time
for their money
lieing about love is a dangerous game
men get upset when they have been conned through sex
when they could have spent that time
with someone genuine
The village in unrest
busy trying to justify her for being the victom she claims to be
In this situation at no fault of my own
I just sit here and wait for her to make the same mistakes
so it will be clear to them what the truth is when i tell them all
she conned my grandma
lied about love to my brother
split up my aunt and uncle
and now shes in a position of power over what people here think of me
Not for long though
the truth will rise
They will all know soon
the black and white of her inbetween the lines
She is babylon to me
a headless beast with breasts
apparently no oone thinks of the situation through my eyes
just easier to use babylon for sex