Best Bieber Poems
When the waves are flooding the shore
Yeah, when my world is falling apart,
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart.
I never thought that I could feel this power.
I never thought that I could feel this free.
Picture perfect memories scattered
All around the floor
Whisper words of wisdom , let it be!!
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For contest: “sing a song for me”
Line one and two -- Milie Cyrus “When I Look at You”
Line 3 and 4 -- Celine Dion “My Heart Will Go On”
Line 5 & 6 --Justin Bieber “Never Say Never”
Line 7 & 8 --Lady Antebellum “Need You Now”
Line 9--The Beatles "Let It Be"
Categories:
bieber, music,
Form:
Rhyme
It's funny isn't it?
We all work so hard to be different,
Which makes us all the same.
We all play the same game.
"I want to be the best!",
"Better than the rest!",
And in that quest,
We are all united in the dream for difference.
We all wish to be the hot new product,
Wearing our new designer style Prada.
So we can obtain attention we never got before,
Thinking it'll make us feel a whole lot more...
Special.
And this is what brings all people together,
We all want the same thing,
To be a little different in this ring,
We call society.
So if you want to be different,
Understand that everyone makes a difference.
But you must do it in your own way,
Don't just go out and copy Tina Fey.
Because you do have something to offer,
And you are special.
But you are special in your own creativity,
Not in your copycat version of Justin Bieber "Believe in Me".
You are the superstar version of yourself,
But not when you are trying to copy someone else.
Be the UFC superstar you dream of,
But don't think you can copy Anderson Silva.
Because he has fought his journey and chased his own dreams.
But now it's time for you,
To show them where you set the bar to.
Let everyone else try to copy you,
From North America to Timbuktu .
Be the best,
But don't copy the rest.
Role models are great to have,
They are what set the bar.
But that bar can be a ceiling that isn't too far.
Making your potential smaller than it could have been,
Because you looked up to your father whose cleaning out a trash bin.
With a potential greater than Einstein,
Your working at McDonald's looking up to the supervisor with overtime.
With more power and strength than King Kong,
You're sitting at home playing with your ding.
Be more than the rest,
And be better than the best,
By being...
Yourself
Categories:
bieber, dream, inspirational, life, people,
Form:
Verse
Headline: "Bieber jailed."
And you tell me there's a God?
I won't sleep. Will you?
Categories:
bieber, age, anxiety, celebrity, culture,
Form:
Haiku
Billy Joel's stories were top notch
Always enjoyed his music very much
He claimed only the good die young
So what have you been up to my old chum?
Grew up with bands like Three Days Grace
With mad Gontier screaming in my face
Bobbed my head to the heavy sound
But the constant rage really brought me down
Now there's kids like Justin Bieber
I claim bubonic, they say it's fever
Not his "music" that makes people stare
It's because of that ridiculous hair!
Categories:
bieber, humorous, music,
Form:
Clerihew
In this one life of mine enough of loneliness I had,
I want you to know, that I will never let you go,
Believe me, without you story of my life was sad,
You are all that matters, to you happiness I owe.
I want you to know, that I will never let you go,
With you, I have found this life is worth living,
You are all that matters, to you happiness I owe,
Where are you now, your memories are so killing.
With you, I have found this life is worth living,
Your love could change me so much I can't believe,
Where are you now, your memories are so killing,
I need you the most, come back don't ever leave.
Your love could change me so much I can't believe,
I don't know how should I tell that all I want is you,
I need you the most, come back don't ever leave,
The silent night haunts me, how shall I get through.
I don't know how should I tell that all I want is you,
Believe me, without you story of my life was sad,
The silent night haunts me, how shall I get through,
In this one life of mine enough of loneliness I had.
May 28, 2016.
Musical pantoum - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Singer: JUSTIN BIEBER
10 Music Titles: One life, Never let you go, Believe, All that matters, Life is worth living, Where are you now, Change me, The most, All I want is you, Silent night.
Sept 27, 2016
Pantoum poem Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
bieber, life, loneliness, love, missing
Form:
Pantoum
Footsteps on the porch
Princess, witch, and Bieber stand
Trick or Treat they say
Categories:
bieber, holiday,
Form:
Haiku
f*ck justin bieber
f*ck harold and kumar
f*ck huey lewis
f*ck star trek
f*ck everything that isn't classical music
f*ck art that doesn't make sense who the f*ck would pay
5 billion dollars for splotches
of
paint
f*ck mariah carey
f*ck reading books
get a kindle god dammit
it's 2012
and people still read books
and listen to the beatles
what the f*ck is wrong with you troglodytes
Categories:
bieber, art, culture, philosophy, satire,
Form:
Free verse
When I was around 14, I attended a church youth conference that summer,
sleeping in a dorm at a college campus and attending fun events with kids of my
same religion. The group I was with one day was strolling along a green shady path
when ahead of me I spied a young man, very tall, slender, and blonde. He had a
Justin Bieber kind of face but with cool piercing eyes, to put almost any young girl’s
heart aflutter. I immediately began to think of a way to meet him, and to my
surprise, I noticed that he was also noticing me!
Meanwhile, another boy, also with a strikingly cute looking face, appeared at my
side and began walking with me. He introduced himself as John Spencer. I would
compare him to an elf because his features were so delicate. His ears were elflike
and his doll face reminded me of the face of an angel. His body was extremely thin
and later I learned that he worried so much for his family and friends that he had
given himself ulcers before the age of 14! As we talked, I kept looking ahead at the
blonde boy, whose name I later learned was Chris. Upon seeing me with John, the
incredibly gorgeous Chris gave me a disapproving look and vanished into the crowd.
After that, I soon realized that John and I were turning into a “couple” and the rest
of my waking moments at the conference I would have my “Johnny Angel”
constantly by my side.
It was young love, first love, fresh, and sweet, and holding hands with John I felt
electrifying chemistry as we intertwined our fingers, playing “handsies,” my favorite
new activity! We ate together and attended together all the activities planned for
our group, and so my first time with a boyfriend was like an extended date, lasting
from the beginning of the week until the end when we rode home together
snuggling on the bus and planning when we would see each other again.
John lived one town away from mine, in the same city where Chris, the blonde
boy, lived too. At future monthly church dances in their city, Davenport, Iowa, I
would see them both and learn more about both boys. They became a big part of
my newly blossoming adolescent life and the romantic way I was feeling about boys,
but that is saved for chapter two of my story!
For Carol Brown's "My First Date" Contest
Categories:
bieber, girlfriend-boyfriendme, me, together, ,
Form:
Bio
DEAR KANYE? WEST,
ROSES ARE RED
VIOLETS ARE BLUE
NEXT TIME BIEBER WINS AN AWARD
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!
Categories:
bieber, funny
Form:
As Arkansas could never be Alaska,
so no-one wants Montana to be Maine.
Could North Dakota claim to be Nebraska?
Can Vachel Lindsay double for Hart Crane?
If Sing Sing isn’t Appalachian Spring,
and Justin Bieber can’t be Frankie Laine,
or William Burroughs isn’t Stephen King,
then Terminator Two’s not Citizen Kane.
If Fifty Shades is not The House of Usher,
and Ginsberg couldn’t write the Wayside Inn,
why should you think that China’s part of Russia,
or Kim Il Sung is also Ho Chi Minh?
Why should they be colluding, callous elves?
Why can’t they be as different as ourselves?
Categories:
bieber, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
(Lesley Ann Down was an actress in
the Golden Age of live TV drama.)
We live in an age of midgets.
There are no seers now, only lookers,
no values left, apart from digits.
Cash is the hook, and we’re all hookers,
no Carmen Joneses, only Bridgets.
Did you have to learn the equation
(“have to”? – what an odd suggestion!)
which represents acceleration?
It’s printed now, beside the question.
No gravity, just gravitation.
Subtitle writers, now, can’t spell,
and language teachers know no grammar.
When banks are hiring tellers, well,
in Alabaster, Alabama,
they sing aloud, “You Never Can Tell”.
Let’s get somewhat more sarcastic.
Our carpenters just never get wood.
Today our craftsmen just squirt mastic,
then, as any moron could,
they clip on bits of precut plastic.
We’ve got police (I like this best!)
who, far from being Texas Rangers,
have never passed exams or tests,
and can’t, by law, face any dangers,
or run rash risks, like make arrests.
No Richard Rodgers, Buddy Holly,
no more Stoller (as in Lieber),
but ‘tis the season to be jolly –
after all, there’s Justin Bieber!
Hence, loathéd melancholy!
Categories:
bieber, satire,
Form:
Cinquain
Mr. John is a jolly fisherman
Paddling his boat with single hand
His other hand holds a fishing rod
On hook are worms from peapods
Baiting only the bean-like cods.
Mr. John went fishing yesterday
He threw his fishnet on the bay
When pulled it back
He thought he was having a rock
But then, he caught a big shark!
Mr. John went back to the lake
For his safety’s sake
Whistling while fishing
Lake was so cool and calming
His fishing rod got a crocodile -- hanging!
Mr. John went back to the river
Singing, dancing in his boat like Justine Bieber
Unaware of the log of beavers
Boat capsized. He plunged into the water.
Mr. John moved to his own fishpond
His fishing day was so much fun
After putting some fish traps
Big and small fishes jumped into his lap
Giving him a loud and hearty laugh.
Mr. John is a jolly fisherman
Paddling his boat with single hand
His other hand holds a fishing rod
On hook are worms from peapods
Baiting only the bean-like cods.
Aug 23,2022 9.24pm
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest Enter
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
bieber, fishing,
Form:
Rhyme
Charlie the chimp lay in the grass and felt a bit displeased
while the rest of his group screeched and climbed and played,
swinging about and chasing one another in the trees
sniffing the bottoms of the friends they'd made.
But Charlie, being brighter. made an outcast of himself
sadly he had done this by his own choice,
his friends who'd had enough, had now all left him on the shelf,
and all this because of his different voice.
He'd made a big mistake when visitors each day all came,
of learning all the things families said,
and now instead of him just screaming out 'Ah! Ah! Ah!Ah!,
and 'Ooh! Ooh!' he'd say 'good morning' instead.
By the end of summer season his human vocabulary
was heading for at least three thousand words,
sat every night alone atop his favourite Baobab tree.
these phrases practised where nobody heard.
The wind was gusting really strong on one particular night
and into his enclosure something blew,
turned out to be the main pages of the Washington Post
and also inside it, the showbiz review.
His reading skills he'd absorbed were now getting pretty good,
he'd read all of the stuff he thought worth knowing,
The Senate said Obamacare's not working like it should,
and the Amazon rainforest's slowly going.
In a photo of a Primate called Bieber he wondered why
his top half oddly has no body hair,
but maybe that explains why there's no females standing by
to pick off any fleas they might find there.
Alpha male tore Charlie's paper, coz he wouldn't give a hug
and so Charlie went and told him to 'get bent',
then he sat up in the treetops with a grin and feeling smug,
since he knew none of them knew just what that meant.
6th September 2016,
for contest 'Animal antics', sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
bieber, animal, humor, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Fame is just a fleeting moment
Until the next so called sensation hits the scene
Make as much hay while you can because soon you'll be yesterday's news
Your adoring fans are fickle and before you can say Justin Bieber
You're yesterday's child, yesterday's sensation
And your adoring fans have moved on to the newest and latest heartthrob
You see us ordinary folks don't have that problem
People who love us today will still love us tomorrow
Fame is such a fleeting thing
But true love is a forever thing
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
bieber, career,
Form:
Narrative
A Canadian Love Song
Like JFK with Edgar Hoover,
I'm completely ill at ease:
it's as if I'm in Vancouver,
but I speak no Cantonese.
A Mountie's boot must have its stirrup,
they say Brooke Nevin needs a fattener:
tooth decay loves maple syrup
(look what it did for William Shatner!)
I yearn for something quite profound,
my very own deep inner need,
just as Puget boasts its Sound
and Calgary its Stampede.
Like "foo" means nothing without "fighter",
an ice rink's bare without a puck.
Mike Myers lacks a decent writer:
I think I need a cute canuck.
I hope one day I will be ready
(when Justin Bieber gets a life!)
- Jeanette MacDonald, Nelson Eddy -
to woo you as my Winnipeg Wife.
Categories:
bieber, humorous, , cute,
Form:
Lyric