Best Confusionwords Poems
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like kool and awesome omg laters and cu
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here Ofn
I’m told I have an ata2ud and that I dhac
They say that I’m 404 to goi and that they won’t bcnu
I’m told to go and gal not to be a pita
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
TEXTSPEAK ( Translation)
We never had a gap year when I attended school
Now when I meet those that did, I feel such a fool
While I rushed to get my grades and a job of work
Others lay in bed till noon studying the art of shirk
That must be the reason why in the present day
I seem not to understand a word that the kids say
Like cool and awesome oh my God see you later and see you
Who is Vivienne Westwood or bloody Jimmy Choo
Is Armani Junior child of Monnalisa and Ralph Lauren
What do I say when I’m asked if I come here often
I’m told I have an attitude and that I don’t have a clue
That I’m clueless, to get over it and that they be seeing you
I’m told to go and get a life not to be a pain in the ass
I just can’t seem to understand a single word they say
There seems no sense no reason to all those words I hear
Would I comprehend or understand if I’d had that gap year
I use them all the time
But I don't really know.
What they say or convey
Mere thoughtlessness or more?
I've seen them being used,
Excessively at times.
Where words didn't make it
The dots would suffice.
I hate the impact they have
Leaving you yearning for more
Unnerving and confounding
Indefinite conclusions I loathe
The dots in the end
Of some words desolate
Abandoned by the creator
For the other to insinuate...
To each his own,
they always say.
To each his own,
is the only way.
So tell me why,
they always stray
from those very words
they so often say.
Do they really care,
or is it just unfair?
Judge not lest yea be judged!
They care not
for they begrudge.
Do as I say not as I do.
Oh, these words are
so very true.
Life is a game,
you see.
The object,
to keep your
SANITY.
She seared the defendant on the witness stand with a derogatory look.
"What do you mean, you’re not guilty ? Let’s see what it says in the book!
..Murder: the unlawful killing of another human being with malice aforethought“.
She pronounced the words slowly for effect.
She slammed the book shut, turned towards the jury
staring as if in pain standing erect…
“No more questions, your Honor”.
This prosecuting attorney wanted the jury to convict
the defendant of murder.
She proved beyond a reasonable doubt it was premeditated,
and to expound further,
She proved there was plenty of motive to say the least.
That became plain as the evidence was released.
The murdered victim, if he had lived, would have caused the defendant
A loss of financial gain,
Not to mention major inconvenience
and possible emotional pain.
The defendant, it was proven, had hired an assassin,
Making the defendant, she argued, no less guilty,
Around his neck the crime’s noose must be fastened.’
The jury was out and deliberated for just a little while.
When they returned with a guilty verdict,
the attorney’s face creased into a victorious smile.
The court was adjourned and the prisoner bound.
The team toasted the attorney at O’Malley’s
and celebrated with drinks all around.
Satisfied that justice was once again served
and proud that she had done her portion,
She meditatively… drove slowly home,
and scheduled herself ….
an abortion.
Author's note ; Dedicated to our youngest and most
promising friends and lovers.
I speak for all our defenseless and mute babies
"aborted" one million strong in the USA alone yearly
when I say, there is no greater mystery to me than that
which exists in the dichotomy and verbal engineering
present in the words "abortion" and "murder".
God bless us all with prudence, wisdom and love for
all His children. His Mercy is great and will lovingly forgive
and envelope all of us who ask for it who may have made
this mistake in the past. Thank you for reading this my friends.
Am i clutching at cobwebs in the rain?
Have i held on for too long?
Is this my very own Kubla khan conjured out of the depths of my faith?
Or perhaps a promise born to be broken after so many years of solace?
So many questions in my head... No one to lean to like a grasping shoot
Nobody comprehends the makings of my world
Even as they utter the words i terribly long to hear
My only assuagement is to seek self assertion
Hoping that my thoughts are not of the workings of sinister intent
Yet i have to ask, have you ever felt trapped by your own decisions
Have you been torn to pieces knowing that which you must not undo
Fearing that one step in any direction will be the source of your disengagement
Yearning for a voice from above smiling down, saying "...i am well pleased"
Seeking in the spirit that very thing which you must unveil in isolation
The revelation dawns in intense clarity
My disclosure i will not unsheathe by mere contemplation
Certainly not in the arms of he who deems to dispossess me
For what else can he proffer if not words of incitement
So to fate i have recourse to leave the adjudication
Of a certainty to resolve the creation of companion, Cupid
While i remain here in my dark twisted world, the turmoil ever deepening.
He’s ambling toward me and his lips move
I pick up my pace, the distance to remove
Moving ever closer, still can’t hear his voice
So much seems distorted in a world of white noise
Bikers trek loudly o’er the pebble-filled road
And the sounds of nature are on overload
Energetic squirrels rustle through tree limbs
Mother duck spreads wings, splashes as she swims
Even the watch on my wrist ticks faintly
Its old smiling face staring back so quaintly
Now he is no more than ten feet away
But the words he utters -- still awash in gray
His message eludes me, though I long to hear
Why is it his words do not reach my ears
Face to face, but the barrier still solid
My pulse quickens and my skin turns pallid
Could it be I hear only what cannot hurt
Above words of rejection, painful and curt
As he moves away, I sense the farewell
But still the mere notion I try to dispel
Absorbing instead the more welcome white noise
That penetrates my brain by my own choice
*For Constance's Contest: "Hearing"
"...for a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest." From "The Boxer"
by Simon and Garfunkel.
I wrote some beautiful verse last night
A rhyming loving poem sounding grand
Oh how the words did flow
Consisting of elegiac pentameter
With words of elegant form
But, where did it go
It was coming out so beautifully
I can’t for the life of me truly know
A poetic story does not have to rhyme
But in growing interest it must climb
It may be that the poem was so good
It climbed so high it go lost in the clouds
David Pennington
Me, I never learn from teachers
Could not speak till middle school
So I learned intuition from those who don't hear
Can't vocalize at speed of thought
Graduated five credits short by my words and thought
After being misunderstood, stereotyped and judged
by a equal man who looks down on those who don't
Fit in to the mold of him and discredited message
By way of being biast to propaganda and media
thoughts.
I don't wish to offend the art
But I have held nothing but words
I was to humble to speak
I tried to hide and searched for death
But my words are not mine there sent
And until I face fate I am unable to enter the gate
I wish not credit, for this is essence above a unique
soul
I can't speak these parables
To be scrutinized by those who follow only gold
From alpha to the end
There has been the essential divinity
In all so life could grow, love laugh, sin
Spoken word is to be cherished and honored
Only if bold, not self serving, and reasonable
To all human kind.
So what makes you upstanding
Arrogance, or hand picked syllabus
Which is of no relevance in the truth you are denying
Its always the same,
everyday after day,
she sits in her room,
thinking about what to say,
or how to rythm,
her words to the beat,
that she stumbled upon,
while getting lost in her dreams,
her dreams,
they dont make sense,
she just uses them for escape,
when life starts treatin her rough,
but she dont care when that happens,
she puts it in the back of her mind,
only to make it her,
inspiration,
to fuel her rhythms,
and to fuel her thoughts,
she thinks about her life,
she wonders about love,
but thats were her creativity stops,
its like she ran out,
or there is no more,
cuz aint no words commin out,
of her mouth into the air,
so she just stares,
off into space,
were there is noting left of her,
to come out of the haze,
that she feels inside,
that she sees in her dreams!
Message Received:
How are you today?
My cellular negotiator displays words from another cellular negotiator,
but not a flip phone like mine.
So much easier is a flip cellular phone.
Like opening a letter without a chance of a paper cut.
But then again, the words displayed could break a heart...
How are you today?
...
How am I today?
Well today I could be fine
Today so far was nothing particular or eventful
definitely uneventful to the comparisons of last night
Last night...
Is that what you are referring to I wonder.
Do you remember at all the words that where said between us?
Those words that floated around me and feather tipped my face,
those words that enticed my hands to flinch cause of the thoughts they indicated.
Should I reply?
Reply about last night?
Last night that you only have lint in your mind,
where I have the full wardrobe.
Maybe a question.
where did love go
when it left the even flow
of having and not having
the romance and the unknown
when the one that slept beside me
no longer seems beside me
and arguments have left me all alone
with my misdeeds, mistakes and groans
and hideous memories take hold
cruelties and vicious words were thrown
and the point of no return has been past
it was the final argument, surely the last
when last pleas have been wept
and final blows have been dealt
truly there is no hope for
the one with whom for years i slept
and in my loneliest hours i wept
are my feelings something inept
to the laws of God
where is justice now
it's vengeance must compensate
somehow
but silent are the wheels of justice
and unfair the time is to repair
the injustice i have done
sleep. rest while my fight is down
for surely if you were awake i would clown
but moments have past when i wish
the old you was around
that part of you that my love could arouse
sleep and dream of someplace better
where my bitterness is from you sheltered
safe from words that criticize
opinions that epitomize
and hide behind the disguise
of hatred and despise
against love our realities compromised
without success visualized
have come unfortunately to realize
our doom and demise
farewell, not so distant past
hello despair at last
with hearty destain we crash
with the ever remembered
love of the past
Are my words confuseing
Do they leave your heart ringing
Are my points dulled by my rhyme
Making reading them a waste of time
Do they fall off the page
Are they just too vague
I try to be simple and straight
With words that don't agitate
I try to encourage with good advice
By shareing the lessons I've learned in my life
I hope that you enjoy what you read
I hope that I have given you something you need
To be of help is my only wish
Not to write poems that stink like a fish
Can you feel my pain?
My soul bleeds to be heard
My pen whispers my words
Who are you?
A poet is who I am
Poetry is neither to be spoken
Nor to be heard
But to be felt by the poet who’s written his words
Written in a metaphor, written in blood
One half pierced with hatred,
The other coated with love
His words are so powerful,
But his thoughts have no meaning
A mind collapses in a life that’s so deceiving
So he stands in a mirror
That shows nothing on the other side
He’ll cage his feelings
And write until his words die
So, can you feel the cries?
The agony of pain?
These are the words of a poet
With nothing to gain
Many moons came to pass, many suns came to rise and set
The belief, the thought that made his soul shiver in joy stood his ground
Time itself passed on becoming history in his very sight, it fossilized without a sound
The sun did not set the same way it did before, she was no longer in the scene, no stage was set
The play seemed to conclude, when out of no where yet again signs of her return took event
Butterflies again, anxiety arose, and so did doubt
No replies to his words sent
Casting out dreams, and right there and then all the hope from his heart jumped out
For what is a man to think without proper reason?
Signs of her well being, clearly of joy, yet he emptiness not a single hi
At sight, his heart fell to his feet and it cried, no sign of interest towards the warrior whom would die
Faintly, without reason his dreams became nothing, his spoken words shattered by doubt
I stand to my faith, as a new being slowly enters me bringing strength and hope
A spirit known to all, as the Holy Spirit fills my emptiness little by little intact
A new man will I be? Only my Lord shall know it by fact
I hang on to the bond, a short rope
What will I become, a plan has my Father for me to set me free
To become something greater to His use and I write
I rhyme, my heart drags on by its teeth on my shadow, a long journey and fight
Is she truly happy without me? A broken heart spoke to me
Did I promise to love you?
Did I let you go?
Were there words I knew?
Did I not hold?
Is it just me… alone?
Are you not a part to play?
Of things we wouldn’t have known
If only words are enough to say…
And there you go… or did I?
Doesn’t seem to have yet a fulfillment end
Isn’t it love we chose to defy?
To achieve yet of loneliness to befriend
Yet… we never did say goodbye
Simply to let fade to admit to be…
Much of humanities’ faith we deny
Of ourselves… what is it we could never see?
Did I promise to love you?
Yet I am to let you go
Words often too late, too few
Perhaps of love yet we behold