Best Blurt Out Poems
‘Anger is one letter short of danger.’
Excess of it, our life can endanger.
Anger when grown into aggression and violence,
Works in vicious ways and is a great malaise
It fosters hatred and ruptures many hearts,
Angry words can wound and pierce like darts.
But Anger becomes a sublime emotion,
If we know how to handle it without explosion.
It becomes sometimes so constructive,
Quashing the fallacy that anger at all costs is disruptive.
Many a time it has proved so positive.
And sometimes it turns very productive.
When anger is turned against situations
And not against people aiming at their degradation.
It enables us to rectify the discrepancies,
Through our resentment to change the disparities.
It fuels us with the energy to voice against injustice.
Bringing solutions to the voiceless in their crisis.
But never let anger consume your heart and soul.
It sure will take a mighty toll.
When anger bubbles and boils, catch the cue.
Wait a minute before the fire devours you.
As humans, we are likely to lose our temper.
But remember, to it, never surrender!
Holding a long-standing. grudge,
Is like having an unerasable smudge.
It will always leave a stain,
And lead us to irrepressible pain.
However, it is not advisable to suppress anger,
It can lead to irreparable danger.
But remember, when emotions of hatred are let loose,
There is hardly any chance for a truce.
A person under violent rage
Is like a prisoner in a cage.
Anger, more often is a negative emotion.
Landing us in violent commotion.
Anger against people steals all our energy,
But when it aims at solutions, it enhances synergy.
When angry, forgetting all decorum, one may shout.
Don’t let your resentment thoughtlessly blurt out.
Never let the tongue make a tempestuous tirade.
Tackle this tiny tab of tissue and tame its blade!
"It is so easy to make resolutions, but to keep them is an uphill task"~ By Poet
We take new resolutions on each New Year’s Day,
But never seriously stick to them and success ebbs away.
I am no exception and like many, I must sincerely admit
That I may break my resolutions, but will never feel guilty a bit
First of all, I won’t make resolves that would hamper my day.
In most things, I wish to have my own personal way.
But to good propositions I am open and never shall be deaf.
As all wish, when the year ends, I want to turn over a new leaf.
With novel schemes, I don’t want to be an exponent,
But I will not sit back like a couch potato and be my own opponent.
When someone provokes me with words and actions rude,
I wish to stay calm, but excuse me if I blurt out a little crude.
I will try to do as much as I can, for time ticks away,
Won't wait for the last minute, which I feel is the right way.
Try to adapt to surroundings and move as quick as a wren.
Ramble through my garden and enjoy flowers now and then.
Spend more time with nature watching little objects and scenes.
Wander into meadows to get lost in the charm of sprawling greens.
Carry a walking stick, that at my age, even a small fall
Can break my brittle bones and into serious damage it can haul.
Though I don’t hope to be a body builder at my age
Will exercise daily, not with hopes of retracing my steps to teenage.
Once I was in good shape and had an hour glass figure
Though can't retain it, careful, from the mirror not to have a scare
Now with so much said, don’t ask me If I could keep my resolutions live
At the end of the year, if I am fortunate to stay sane and alive!
Once I shared a long hidden secret with the one,
I thought was my friend, through and through.
But little did I think it would hit back on me
Like a boomerang, breaking my heart.
She betrayed my trust with my reputation at stake.
Within days, it became a juicy gossip,
A fodder for many to ruminate and cud.
What was ‘whispered in the ear was shouted from roof tops’!
Behind my back, many used it against me.
With them, my secret became a sharp tool.
They used it at will to cut and bruise me.
I lost my sleep and reacted brashly.
It became a wound that began festering.
I longed for a release from my pent- up wrath.
I wondered if I could glue up the broken shards,
And become whole again, my former self.
It took a long time, to come out of the resentment.
But with the passing of time, the pain began to fade
And the heart once broken slowly started to mend
Not to have a repeat, decided to set my boundaries marked.
That bitter experience taught me some vital lessons,
Which I won't ever forget in life.
My hindsight told me that I should change,
In some areas where I am most vulnerable.
Learned the hard way to be more cautious
To guard my secrets and never spill the beans!
Also not to venture to be all open before others.
Never again shall I struggle to fit in
With a loose tongue, in any company
Just to entertain others with frivolous talks!
I am also careful not to rashly blurt out my feelings.
How I wish to become more prudent and discerning
In choosing friends and trusting them!
I also resolve to always keep my calm,
Even when I know my words are misinterpreted.
Looking back on all that has happened in life,
I don't think I have many regrets.
All my experiences, good or bad have been signposts,
That led me to where I am and who I am today.
Still there are some things I wish I hadn’t said at all.
Thinking about you,
Makes my day,
Every moment,
In every way,
Your smile melts my heart,
Like no other,
Especially,
When we stare at each other,
Your face gives me butterflies,
Whenever I look at you,
It makes me want to blurt out,
I Love You,
But what I love,
Is not just you face and your smile,
It's your personality,
And the times when we talk awhile,
Being with you makes me happy,
All the time,
That I wished you were forever mine!
I just want to tell you,
I love you more then you'll
Ever know!
Young trainee driver behind the wheel blurt out a helpless damn
Were starting down hill brakes are gone I'm afraid were in a jam
To the old trucker in the bunk what should I do
His reply your behind the wheel it's up to you
Straight up in the bunk old trucker sat when the drivers door went slam
I struggle
for appearances
to put up
a strong front
His pain is back
I blurt out a bunch
of cheerful platitudes
as many as I can
I hug my darling
and hold him tight
I can't hide
that
behind each
broad fake smile
I whisper
silent prayers
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Do we always know what someone means
Is it obvious or do we wonder
Are we sometimes left just a little puzzled
Or does it finally strike like thunder
Evasive tactics can be quite intentional
Not wanting to divulge private info
Like telling someone of a sticky situation
So we resort to mumbo jumbo
Eventually when we can no longer stall
We finally blurt out what we mean
“Your dress is tucked up in your undies in back
Showing the nicest assets I've seen”
Should always try to read between the lines
So we never get put on the spot
Best is to just walk up to her, simply whisper
Don't mind but we see what you've got!
Dedicated to Miss Wattle
© Jack Ellison 2013
There is a disconnect
between me, myself and I
or should that be among?
The editor in me is always
there ready to correct
me and gets really irate if
I blurt out “Donald and myself”
instead of “Donald and I”
when we are subject
rather than object, although
there are times when I definitely
feel like the object, but
that is a different matter.
My grammar guide simplifies
it by saying take out “Donald”
and see how it sounds, and
I must admit that these days
it does sound better without
Donald and I would love to
do that but can’t because I only
had one vote and it’s probably
going to be disqualified because
it was a mail-in and the Supreme
Court is more Conservative
than ever now, leaving me
caught between politics and
the people, another existential
divide which myself is
hesitant to cross because
among me, myself, and I,
we are all rather nervous
Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the opposite of abstract abyss blurs
You're outta luck
Better luck next time
For trying real hard, here's a buck
Shucks, you're real nice and our irrelevant relationship is super sublime and quite crime
Calm down...faith weighs a pound and hopeless is field-of-avarice-grown
Don't wear a frown
Hyper much? What's for lunch?
Love me a bunch? Here's a punch...
Drink up the blud of defeat
It's from my heart to yours
Let your hands fall to your feet...
Perfect feats and epic, RAD beats got me rocking on my car seat with a seatbelt of course
Threatened like Thor with a hammer...
Attacked a predator of evil endeavors
I'm not antman or any man at that lever
Captain America and Batman saved me and like catman, oh do I let out my thankurrs (thank you purrs)
Stand tall
Crack open the backtracked lies
Don't fall
Or you'll lose it all in farewell's, goodbye's
Boy, how time flies
Girl, you're my seasoned fries
Give it your all tries
Try to make out self-controlled replies
Patience is a peaceful, virtuous vibe I get from you
I getcha loud and clear, misses and misters
You're a disaster in disguise of a dream come true
Fetch me, ah, your scars that turn to embarrassing blisters...shocking to the sight...like hustlers, trying to be like preachers...practice what you preach, gold diggers
We are on the same bus
So don't fuss and cuss...
Unless I say so or He says so, which is hardly ever
Go wherever you wind flows and blows...a mighty blur and I blurt out His Word that heal and my words that injure like gossip murmurs
Sit down
With your grace gown
Disgrace clown...
Mind-blown...got owned - home-bound with a sound of we-are-outta-town
Zero in
Infinity out
Peace out
Kaos in
I liv to luv
I die to h8
I liv to expresssss
I die to impressss
Staring at you through the glass
My friend
Has made me wonder will this love ever pass
When did this begin
You start to walk towards me
I realize we both have that glimmer in our eyes
And it makes me want you more
Oh darling
Staring at you through this glass
I'm thinking about telling you how I feel
My lips make the movement
But no words come out of my mouth
I blurt out
I love you
My friend
But I get no response
...and it cuts like a dagger so sharp
to hear your ear piercing scream through the fog
and into the house where I lay on the couch
whispering to no one but the silent ceiling above me
I am not worth as much as you think
I am not worth much of anything
I am not worth the love you have for me
I am not worth the attraction you see, modesty...
Honestly, I am not the man you seek
I'm hiding too deep in the illusion of the meek
What would you say, truly say
if I said I lied to you all along
that to your fright, at first sight
I was determined to throw you away
my cruelest intentions described like a vague prescription
Can you forgive me, I doubt it so
Can you forgive me, I don't know
Ashley, baby, can we start over; press restart
let this blow over like a tumbleweed and start anew
I admit I made my mistakes and take fault in them all
so let me introduce myself again
'Hello my name is Jake' but I feel so fake
the words I wanted to blurt out
were erased in the fire of burning desire
to cast you away, come back to say it's ok
and laugh right in your face
as you label me 'disgrace' after looking me in the eyes
but I was wrong ungratefully, satisfactorily?
Never can it be, Ashley, baby
you gave me the keys to your world with trust
while I had none to give
you, a pebble in my hand only weighted with sand
and it cuts like a dagger so sharp
to hear her ear piercing scream through the dark
cut into the fog, entering the house
where I lay, face down on the couch
like an ostrich in fright
as I turn up blind and lifeless
unable to bear witness to the sight of tears staining
staining your starry eyes
twin puddles created by a fountain bathing in twinkling sunlight
Ashley, baby...remember me fondly
On the first floor of a hotel in Cape Cod
A larger than average lady got on the elevator
She pressed floor number two
Immediately I blurted out “Number two???”
“You could have walked”
Her immediate response was
“What??? And lose a pound!”
My new wife first cringed
then breathed a big sigh of relief
Sometimes I blurt out stuff without thinking
VERY DANGEROUS!!!
Based on a poem by Tim Gunderman
Fight to breathe, fight to cease
our endless warring broken for the chaos we call peace.
I do believe and must concede
that a battle doesn't mean a person is or isn't freed.
In days of peace, I mean like these,
Do we always have to suffer just to speak our minds at ease?
All our days in times of hate,
Weeds grow up around us, pressing down on us, a weight,
so I believe.
Word and deed blurt out our need,
like hatchlings, with our open mouths consumed by when we'll feed.
How can it be we, too, misread
each other, choosing differences? Did we not see Him bleed?
Am I a wandering Kaiju monster
in a costume come unglued?
I think a 'no', I mean, a 'yes', but it's all askew,
Through eyeholes I am trying to find a message to receive,
But all that I perceive is, I believe I believe.
I was careless and lost your love
or does it only seem that way
words can be weapons
can you forgive me darling
for I will never find another like you
I see us dancing under the stars
as the music wraps around us
the promise between us delicate as a flower
I am full of regret and sadness
tears rock the ocean of my sleep
have you really let our love go
or does it only feel that way
the days are lonely and lost
melancholy
daggers of pain pierce my heart
I am lost in a sea of nameless faces
just waiting for your voice
weeping my regret
I hang my head like a dying flower
can still see the pain in your eyes
I just want to hide myself away
the phone is ringing, ringing
or does it only seem that way
hello
hello
can you forgive me I blurt out
your whisper . . . yes
and my heart is a sea of tears
tears falling
mine and yours
and again the sun is shining bright
and clouds sail across the sky
or does it only seem that way . . .
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March 21, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/careless words
Copyright Protected, ID 03- 1339-824-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, It Only Seems That Way,
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 04/09/2021
Fifth Place
Buddy Grimes
Sticking up for myself
had always been a sticky thing.
High school drafting class
Mr. Knobloch, white shirt, black tie
Marine haircut, lantern jaw,
smell of Hi-Karate,
back when teachers ruled.
Like a general inspecting his troops.
Walking to each table, taking attendance.
Looking up from his clipboard:
“Hunter!” He bellows
“Here,” is the meek reply
“You weren’t here yesterday.”
“Yes I was.”
“No you weren’t.”
The jostling for position
continues for a few minutes,
until finally I blurt out:
“Ok, I wasn’t!”
I felt like a sheep just sheared.
Satisfied of his conquest,
he moves on
Buddy Grimes,
a few tables ahead of me,
turns around and mouths:
“You were here, tell him”.
A couple of silent mouthings later,
I timidly raise my hand.
“Mr. Knobloch, I was here.”
All eyes are on me now.
Mr. Knobloch, hands on hip,
jaw strutting out like a rock.
A smugness spreads his face.
“Alright, if you were here,
what did we cover?”
“We learned how to sharpen our pencils.”
Embarrassingly I made a counter clockwise motion
with my hand, demonstrating the previous day’s event.
A stillness came over the class.
Knobloch pondered:
“Well, I guess you were here.”
Buddy looked at me,
I at him and smiled.
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