Best Complacency Poems
Such beauty, only nature could compare
How fair her face, when first she graced my sight
Brown eyes so kind, highlighting flaxen hair
A smile so bright, one thinks of dawn's firstlight
Fate smiled, as we were both caught in love's snare
Entangled hearts immersed to love's delight
Two fools, who both before, had love forsweared
Both blinded by a love that burned too bright
Yet love is like a garden one must tend
Regardless what one thinks, love is not free
Rewarded richly for the time you spend
But dying slowly from complacency
If I should say "I love you" 'neath my breath
For her, my love will linger until death
by Daniel Turner
In quietly floating the stream,
not one to abandon the team,
you relinquish your row
just to go with the flow,
complacently drowning your dream.
Pride......and joy?
Pride is thinking that you know too much
Thinking that the love you have is even half enough
It's clinging to honesty as if heard earnestly spoken
Or getting hurt and saying bones and will aren't broken
It's setting aside the friendships that build us up
And giving respect to a thought or reason conveyed with guff
It's separating yourself from the mold yet fitting right in
It's kinda funny though the loser always thinks He wins
Self improvement can only come from understanding another
And standing outside oneself and be true to another
Truthfully I really hate the fact that I'm this flawed
And I wish I could change it all without fear and please our God
But apparently I'm just an instrument of destruction
And my only words at the end of this s h I t will be nothing.....
Composed on the morning of June 6th 2021 By Ryan Feller
It’s been corrupted,
Even the learning systems in normality altered
The Innocence of examinations
Has swerved
Into Guilt of examinations
Exam malpractices everywhere!
Many students have sown the seed of levity
Which has grown into complacency
They, being carefree,
Are shamefully confident
They would cheat to the bull!
Assured their money could in qualms set them free.
Examiners have likewise injured the education routines of our country,
Even WAEC as a body
Of these –
In charge of its structures
They, like an engine that sucks tanks of oil,
So do they take bribes for scripts exchange
And manipulation of grades imputation.
Parents and guardians are fans of students and teachers:
Supporting their children,
And moderating tricks with teachers and examiners.
These exam malfeasances are done throughout:
From the class to external exams offices.
As we sit and watch,
shake our heads in disbelief
thoughts buried in sand
There’s a constant hammering
Alongside my bedroom window
Repercussions of a corrupt gutter
The maddening drain
Obstinately and persistently has refused
All rehabilitation efforts
There are no
drip drip drips
Only
Pound Pound Pounds
As water clashes with wood and metal
The clangor must be amplified
By a loudspeaker
To make such minute water drops
Sound like a crazed gongsman
Locked in a metallic chamber with a battle mace
With no distinct pattern
The piercing pattering
Thwack Thwack Thwacks
Proclaiming,
“You will find no peace here!”
And yet
Its constant monotone irritation
Somehow
Lulls me to sleep
Freedom isn’t a delicate flower;
It’s the fist that goes through the ground,
the teeth that grind at the chains,
the howl of a wind
that won’t ask for permission.
I refuse to bow to the crumbs of tomorrow,
I won’t let my bones sink into decay,
a shell waiting to grow scraps.
I’ll carve out freedom
from this stubborn rock—
bloody-knuckled and relentless.
Do not tell me that patience is a virtue.
Patience is the poison they peddle
to keep you under control.
Freedom roars. Freedom bares its teeth.
Silence will never hold my name.
Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition
I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
Too choked to speak
Life has always been easy
I realize you are a hologram
Motion picture of a mother
You are complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Sent to bed at five o'clock
The same time it's been since yesterday
I fake asleep
When you walk in with my father
Coughing lies and webs of drunken incongruencies
I am complacent in the wake of my life's finale
We eat, and I sit by the water
Black tide splashing up to my toes
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I'm pulled away by the arrival of pasta
I do not eat, but rather stare as you finish
One, Two, Three, Four
Glasses of wine
I threaten to walk until I'm pacified
Moron, you call me
As we arrive, safely
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
My eyes are closed
I fake asleep
Sober at midnight
I said something that had scared you, though you don't quite remember
Please talk to you
I liked hearing you beg
Ignoring you in my bed,
I fake asleep
I wake up alone
Breakfast waiting for me
I do not eat.
Yesterday did not happen
I'm seventy feet under
Quite easy it would be to die here, I think
I wish I had.
I was complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Resurfacing, I refuse my favorite fruit
I do not eat, but rather stare at the water
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I’m complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
We drive in silence
Still crunchy from the salt
I fake asleep
I never woke up
Hypnotized by your lies and
The gaslit fire that kept me warm in my slumber
I dreamt of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
Until I fell still, complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
I’ve been faking
but complacency’s fading latency is blatantly shaking me.
These cold cascading seconds trickle off the clock that faces me.
its hands strangle me, choke me and break me,
while rhythmic ticks and tocks sedate me.
It’s the reason that I ask you to wake me
before I forsake these dreams.
The gleam in my eyes
is turning into a glaze, it seems…
These chains bind me to stagnancy,
and when I attempt to break the shackles
they rattle and laugh at me
It’s a disaster, this self-induced mastery -
A slave to a state of being just breathing…
Just breathing.
And it’s a seething existence without persistence;
when listless wishing keeps us from going the distance.
So if you miss it or are met with resistance,
simply call for assistance.
We all need some reliance -
That’s the science.
So maybe a good friend holds the key to free me.
to see me through the debris of a shattering defeat.
Nothing will beat me
Nothing will keep these feet from advancing fleetly
allowing me to do more than just coast by
like a ghost, non-descendent of the Most-High
Please wake me before I forsake these dreams.
This gleam in my eyes is turning into a glaze, it seems.
But I’ll break from these seams and hope for a better day,
because when I turn the corner, I know I’ll find another way.
for-A Draconian State Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Sara Jama
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out into the midnight hour i was trudged-
silent eyes watched as i was bludged-
as i sat bloody and bruised-
i listen to what i was accused.
every week a new rule they would create-
with our freedoms removed there was no debate.
i was angry that a government could dictate-
so here iam deemed-as an enemy of the state.
the minds thoughts remained true and sane-
but my body is broken and racked with pain.
inside i still kept a burning flame-
its the strain on society-thats to blame.
what started as ignorance and many lies-
the strings were pulled by a hundred eyes.
to make sure all bowed to the narrative line-
making eyes shut tight-and totally blind.
on the path we carefully must tread-
as we are easy prey-to the misled.
it becomes friend turning on friend-
in this paradise lost-the now trend.
for so long there was complacency-
with the blood strained hands of society.
the rivers waters flowed dark with anxiety-
and we lived with a wide divide and impropriety.
judgements made from pedestals way up high-
In this system-twisted and awry.
if their narrative you dare go against-
they turned to anger-rage-become incensed.
and now i sit in this cell awaiting my fate-
think-after everything ive given to this state.
i now live with a tortured body and mind-
in this place devoid of the sun-and shine.
i do not fear my awaiting pain-
as i have freedom pumping inside my veins.
my heart is true while my body is bound in chains-
so i close my eyes to block the reins-of their shame.
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
nostrils filled with the asphalt rain
sewer systems and whirlpool drains
shadowed sun downs by one oclock
flashing lights and city cops
wailing sirens in traffic rush
taxi cabs and commuter bus
when will all the chaos stop
suicides from building tops
drive by shootings hit and run
abondonded buildings home for some
underneath the neon lights
murder death kill records heights
when will all the madness end
a vicious cycle starts again.
It is foolish to feel so good, you forget about before.
It is foolish to feel so bad, you might again explore.
It is foolish to feel anything, anything but your core.
It is foolish to feel this is easy, but you must implore.
A young man sits contently, smiling at his wife,
their children around them, seemingly distant from the previous life. Promotions at work are easy to come by now, well thought of, you see,
all payments made on time, irrelevant of the cost or fee.
These feelings of joy and happiness seem to continuously persist,
he questions, “is this me?”, this is not the way I used to exist.
He is not plagued by the memories of his past demeanour,
surprisingly, as for his meetings, he used to be a lot keener.
Maybe I could have one drink, it won’t be like the previous,
my thoughts of outlook, to me don’t seem as devious.
Could it possibly be, that I am addicted no more?,
is it worth the risk, to live the lonely life of before?.
These thoughts come to him in a constant drip,
feelings of joy and happiness start to fade and dip.
He makes his excuses and leaves the family room,
his wife and children blissfully unaware of his sharp change in tune.
In his head he remembers before, how he dealt with these feelings,
He’d drink them to the abyss, then he’d have no more dealings.
Head in hands in a darkened room, he sits on his own,
in less than 5 minutes his life has completely changed its tone.
He stumbles to his feet and hurries to his car for the questionable road, searching deep within his soul, the power to stop the self-will erode.
He drives to the place where he’ll find like-minded people,
for him their stories are protection, under the guardian steeple.
i sat down
at a table,
and
i picked
up my
fork.
the fork had
several noodles
with
sauce wrapped tightly
around
it,
but when
i picked
it up,
they slid away
into
the dark abyss.
Man’s greatest strength is his mind
It empowers him though it may be twisted
and pined
Better still it has become his enemy too
For what he knows and views
It has weaken him by earthy temptations
So fuddled with many frustrations
It is he that is the highest of his species
Yet he shows little to no superiority
In his perplexed inferiority
Draining out from his riddled soul
Reduplicated behaviors with little control
With fists clinched in a primal stance
Where power has given him an ugly glance
Lay on the lands on bloody soil
Where man and women cry and toil
A higher power has brought us here
To grow and perspire and love and share
Can we turn our heads away?
With the pain and sadness driven to stay
Humanity must evolve some wisdom and peace
Let the fighting and the earthy war’s cease.