Best Conditions Poems
In a social society,
where I'm not a priority.
I'm sick and tired of being strong,
when they only see me as wrong
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Maybe its a sign of age,
or the suppression of rage,
that this bubble is bursting.
No one knows how it's hurting
You can't see it through my face,
burdens of each brick they place,
results in emotions stumbling,
as foundations start crumbling.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
When rain plunders like balls of steel,
it increases the pain I feel.
I search for the sun's reflection,
but dark skies show no affection.
The flame that once kept me alive,
has now lost the will to survive.
Without devotion, spirit dies,
as soul sings a medley of sighs.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Silent One
22 December 2019
Categories:
conditions, angst, death, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Marbles, marbles! I've lost my marbles.
I don't know where they are.
I know I had them recently,
So they can't have gotten far.
Blast it all! My marbles.
Where have I gone and left them?
I used them just the other day.
I was glad I'd had them then.
I do this all the time, you know.
Lose my marbles, is what I mean.
And every time I get them back,
I find that more are missing.
So now I have a handful left,
Nowhere near what used to be.
And there I see a screw that's loose,
That's all I bloomin’ need.
Categories:
conditions, 8th grade, fun, humor,
Form:
Narrative
We cured death on a Tuesday,
launched the trial on a Thursday,
by Friday, 14% of the test group
was gnawing on the janitorial staff.
Still, the press was kind.
“Remarkable resilience,” they wrote,
as Unit 42A chewed through its restraints,
and tried to bite a cameraman.
We called them SoulSavers™,
engineered for eternal youth,
a proprietary blend of nanites, CRISPR,
and just a dash of hubris.
ReVive™ hit the market with glowing ads:
"Because Forever is a Family Value."
But the legal fine print… oh, the fine print:
May cause mild memory loss, spontaneous moaning, and cannibalistic cravings.
They rose in boardrooms first,
CEOs with perfect teeth
tearing into interns
like gourmet hors d'oeuvres.
By Q3, the infection was global,
but stocks soared--
because someone monetized the mayhem,
packaged brains in biodegradable boxes.
The living now hide in Costco bunkers,
bartering soup for silence,
while ReVive™’s jingle
plays softly from every abandoned screen:
“You can’t spell ‘afterlife’ without 'life'--
Sign here, and live again!”
So yes, we cured death.
We also cured peace.
And now we walk among the ruins,
clawing for comfort,
with half a heart and half a face,
still under warranty.
Author's Note:
This poem is what happens when you read Tom Woody’s contest prompt and accidentally engage the undead half of your brain. It’s a free verse romp through biotech gone wrong, corporate chaos, and a sprinkle of satire. No contest entry--just undead fun.
Categories:
conditions, dark, horror, humor, life,
Form:
Free verse
Love is a disease easily to catch
When it hit you you'll never forget
It teases you
It taunt you
I t just get rid of you
You think your the happiest person in the world
Finally you realize love hurts
It drags every last energy from you
And then stab you in your heart right through
Tearing you apart
Bring suffering to your heart
But love can be true
Love can be the most amazing thing you'll ever knew
Love can be so soft so tender
So nice so mild
So cherish love
And don't cover it with glove
Categories:
conditions, love, love,
Form:
ABC
Medical Conditions of Cartoon Characters
By Elton Camp
Barbie and Ken look just right
Cartoon characters are no delight
There is old Porky Pig, if you please
Obviously he has Parkinson’s disease
And just as soon as you see her
You know Olive Oyl has anorexia
Attention deficit disorder has Daffy Duck
Unless he’s treated, he’ll be out of luck
Elephantiasis afflicts sailor Popeye
His arms and legs you can tell it by
Pepe LePew suffers from sexual addiction
Of that fact, there can be no contradiction
Then there’s Sylvester the black & white cat
A severe lisp surely makes him talk like that
There are others who’ll doubtless come to mind
Whose bad medical problems it isn’t hard to find
Categories:
conditions, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Under the Wright conditions
man can fly.
So thought Orville and Wilbur
and in those days,
folks really named their children
Orville and Wilbur.
Eventually, their dream
was realized;
short hops at first
then longer spanning
continents and oceans.
Till man wasn’t needed,
our eyes in the sky
can keep watch over
Omar and Ahmed.
And these days,
in some places,
folks really name
their children
Omar and Ahmed.
a footnote to Ferlinghetti's "History of the Airplane"
Categories:
conditions, flying,
Form:
Free verse
I, in my coolness, Rage about the Heat.
As sweltering mirages ride the air,
I hibernate within my man-made cave.
As the sun burns through the ozone layer,
Our polar caps recede, warming the seas.
UV rays scorch people, plants and the land.
Waters shrink - people thirst, crops ruin - they starve.
Oh but I, I still have my frosty lair.
© 07-27-2012
Categories:
conditions, allegory, life, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Hannah under cloudy pink tree petals drop like snow winter passed peace
Categories:
conditions, beautiful, flower, nature, peace,
Form:
Haiku
She is given freedom to rise high
but not to peaks of sky.
She is given freedom to get educated for family's reputation
but not to her senses satisfaction.
She is given freedom to marry to her wish
but not to cross fathers choice of fish.
She is given freedom to do job for family's support
but not to glorify her effort.
She is given freedom to drive her children
but not any other burden.
She is given freedom to lover her lord
but not to be against to the orders of her god.
She is given freedom to part her hubby's victory
but not to mast the voice of her befitting betray.
Categories:
conditions, conflict, satire,
Form:
Sonnet
I am the bird that is in the cage
choosing to fly in the enormous sky
I am not a avaricious of liberation and exhale
Only deciding to display some absurdity
act the absurdity and live the absurdity
But, why my steps are barricaded by the boundaries
Only wishing to surface some absurdity
act the absurdity and live the absurdity
I am the teeny infant that is in the cot
Wishing to walk and cripple in this earth
I am not the avaricious of dependency and assistance
Only wishing to expand my limbs somehow
act the wandering and roaming
But why my each approaches are ceased by the anxieties
Only wishing to stretch my limbs somehow
do the wandering and roaming
I am a bud that is on the calyx
Wishing to bloom in this beautiful atmosphere
I am not the greedy of beauty and delight
only wishing to disperse my essence to all
Bliss others with my charm
But, why i am decayed by fog, frost and mist
Only wishing to disperse my fragrance to all
Bliss others with my charm
I am the girl child of my parent
Wishing to show courtesy and do my responsibility
i am not the greedy of praiseworthiness
only wishing to do my duty, i must
do what my heart says and my obligations
but why this social rituals and traditions are pushing my behind
Only wishing to do my duty and what i must
Do what my heart says
i am the citizen of this nation
Wishing to do some reformations and dynamism
I am not greedy of name, fame and popularity
Only wishing to do what an individual must
Do what i feel right and i don't care if others don't
But why this country is not acknowledging my tries and activities
Only because i am a girl not a boy of this patriarchal society
Or a victim of this already corrupted society that always drags me behind
i feel shame for this, even in this present century
our country is the slave of this belief
I am the freedom fighter, i do not say that
I am the reformer who brings changes, i do not say that
i am not the revolutionary person who brings revolution
I am only the simple girl who has big dream in her eyes
who has also the right to dream, the dream of happiness and success
i am the ordinary girl with some expectations
who has right to fulfill her desires
i am the girl who wishes to live and do her task in her own way
But why i am tossed among such conditions, why??
Categories:
conditions, angst, culture,
Form:
Free verse
There are users, abusers
And bitter accusers
In the World of negative thought
There are legalistic, ballistic
And increasingly sadistic
In the World of righting the "not lot"
~On the other side~
There are roses, poses
And delivering Moses
In the World of fanatical dreams
There are hoping, doping
And constantly roping
In the World of sewing seems (seams)
~Still~
There are planners, banners
And worshipping fanners
In the World of Pyramid Power
There are groveling, dissolving
And situational involving
In the World of heightening bowers
~Til~
There are woulders, coulders
And moving shoulders
In the World of Imagination
There are accepting, respecting
And continually perfecting
In the World of growing patience
~Light Shining on the Darkness
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-11-2018
Categories:
conditions, growth,
Form:
Rhyme
[offered to public domain]
Loving hearts may often soften
brittle hearts in living coffins.
Categories:
conditions, heartbreak, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Allow this day to
Pass this cool want of script to
Not say taboo asks
Writing for writing
Try it, crafting to apply
Conditions within
Categories:
conditions, on writing and words
Form:
Senryu
A man sits down right on a bridge
In water he throws random rocks.
His main goal is plain and simple,
He wants to hit some swimming ducks.
The neatly stacked in brain thoughts,
Were put in there last night in bed,
Because the man needed some bucks
And found granules of dust instead.
The rage of poverty took place.
He just had no one in the world
To give his body an embrace,
So he could feel a little loved.
The present morning he woke up,
With all connected to revenge.
For all these years he had enough;
Existence pushed him on the edge.
He blinked a few times at the sun,
Which dingy windows hardly showed,
And briefly made his mind to run
At the nearest bridge he’d known.
There, with all his might he shouted:
“I’ve played your game too long this time,
Spiral ends, my souls have voted
The main learned lesson is all mine,
In the crude evolving stages,
I have survived with all my wits;
The brain passed the test of ages,
The body rotted from the roots.
Oh, the years of desolation,
You have condemned my being through…
My patience runs thin as paper.
I’ve had enough of all of you!
I want the game of life to stop,
And rewards for all I’ve suffered.
The seeded things I shall not crop,
The given land does not suffice.
Abrupt the torment has to end,
Your point has been more than proven,
There’s nothing else to understand,
I want to come back to the end.
In recognition for the way
Creation made me feel and think,
I only want the light of day
To turn into the night of death.”
If another could see the play,
And realize just what he hears,
The mirror of the lake would pray:
“Please shout your grief another way!
You’re scaring all the ducks away
And they’re just here for the water.
Your upset mood about your state
Should be told to another matter,
Which can be found solely in you,
Not in the lake, not on the earth,
So go and look a bit though
The pages of your memory!”
The other stood flabbergasted:
“Why should the lake talk to a bum?”
But his mind would soon inquire:
“Did you have a few drinks of rum
Or this is only consciousness
Going a bit towards insane?"
From simply creeping from wetness
Sadly it’s all what we became.
It may be painful to admit,
Despite the one given status,
Humanity is just a hint
Of what transcends the Universe.
Categories:
conditions, allegory, body, confusion, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Late at night, way up north, Santa delves
into making identity elves.
When pressed, none remember
their pronouns or gender,
but it’s specist to sit upon shelves.
—————
for the Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 11/16/22
rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
syllables (9/9/6/6/9) checked with howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
conditions, nonsense, silly, work,
Form:
Limerick