Best Counterweight Poems
Turmoil
God awful gut wrenching
nightmare riding
turmoil.
Throat clenching
acid rising murder of crows,
False importance on the trivial grows.
A gag reflex of learned fear
turmoil roils hurricane high
calms counterweight on the psychic scale.
Taste the bitter bile of discontent.
Far fetching fowl…
fouling the content
eating the brash bits of joy
Turmoil.
Categories:
counterweight, angst, confusion, depression
Form:
Free verse
Part 1
Onion
the delicacy of friendship
I found you in the flowers
Standing tall we become one
Looking down from gangly towers
Squash, you burn, you pillage, son.
Follow me you say in tongues
Thy shallow mind reveal me tell
Whisper lies clean load the guns
I feel the burn I rot in hell
Friend folly menacing the liar
I loathe this coffin how it leaks
Dear foe you raped me set on fire
The onion peal itself and weeps
Part 2
Traitor
dear monkey boy
Older eyes eat themselves,
glance and kill the other
Unified in the dance,
they steer the musty rudder.
Pained and sweeter deeper wells,
poised buckets drunk with water.
Singled out the one that dried,
handed weights to pull him under.
Wiser times capture the mind,
death justifies dishonor.
Knife slice neat through the devil's back,
who stares blank and milks the udder.
Part 3
Tempest
patron saint
Inside this box
Goodbye tempestuous fall
My puppet of steel coiled thread
Smashed buttons and twisted dread,
Alarm these doors, and
Escape this delusive bunker bed
Stamp the spiders
Thief, vulture of the deflection
The mocking patron of the sinners
Erase this affliction
Relating inward at the reflection
Rise you fool
Part 4
Phoenix
i love you
close the grip
cinched hematic grip
drenched, clawing
seeking the sheave
becoming the counterweight
i absorb, now
extracting the heat
rise like a phoenix
away to be gone to be free
fix me! i have fixed me
i am alive and i love you
Part 5
Aye, Damager
Abolish her state of disrepair
Scattered, spattered drippy thoughts
All around this box of soused leaves
Soak, ferment in the faith of our love
I can't fix this, you know
I loathe this misunderstanding
Of what I am speaking, projecting
To me, Aye Damager, to you
This devil in me
turned and twisted
A wrecked elevator in rejection
Years locked painfully aware
...
Categories:
counterweight, angst, depression, devotion, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Uncomfortable confronting
your continuous consumption to which you're accustomed,
the crunch, the chew, it's all you do,
most munch at lunch while you the whole day through,
can't get a grip like a hug holding you
but when you sip it's a diet brew
no added sugar and calories are few,
but many saturated fats are stacked
impacting with gross growth of fat sacks,
so you boom take up too much room
and stay still through sore joints you feel
as you can't conceal spare tires that spill.
You've an ahss with a difference
surpassing any ahss in existence
by a significant distance
with its significant distance
disappearing in the distance
to France and French Resistance
wanting removal in an instance
with intense insistence .
To lose weight you need to move mate.
Eat less move more, it works for sure,
though at first a chore
instead of bursting out you'll once more
fit through the door,
and not resemble a dinosaur,
the sore-thighs-and-a-sore-ahss-eyesore-osaurus.
All four storeys of your inglorious
girth awkwardly bulges before us,
taunting as you pass us at speeds
outclassed by a passed its best tortoise,
a daunting and torturous sight
for our poor eyes that sore
at size you can't ignore
as your broad and soaring baggy core
drags flab and more flab along the floor.
To dine all the time like an assembly line
from 9 to 9 makes you the widest of mankind
with a need to wear a wide load sign on your behind,
eating on repeat
until you can't see your feet
or get out of that seat
while hoarding heat
roasting in rotation
as a gravitational orbit results,
these insults should install motivational mass
to counterweight your morbid oversized ahss,
… so yes your ahss looks fat since you asked.
Realise she hates guys that tell lies, she cries,
so I told her she's oversized and learnt lies are wise,
don't tell her she's wide from side to side or in her thighs,
cus her size cry makes her lies cry look a lie, lies are wise.
Categories:
counterweight, food, funny, humorous, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
The British Empire was built by fate
made rich advanced to stand up straight
Have knowledge and allies to collaborate
prevent Europe a Russian satellite state
Hitler became leader of countries he wished
only the French braved arm and fist
the rest conquered with little resist
be German or Russian forever exist
It was destiny calling the fall in the 40’s
two powerful empires resourceful with fortunes
long standing British and nasty new Nazi’s
destined to fall take Nazi too or see doom
200 years Had the USA walked a different route
stayed British or French or Spain had loot
French naval power remained with British dispute
Europe today would be a Russian Dilute
There'd have been one outcome
had Germans took the United Kingdom
no Yanks involved with Europe done
Russians crushing Nazi til Russians won
Eastern Europe would have been all Europe
weakened by the war be assured with no stop
they'd have reigned with aggression from the top
and it wouldn't have ended because a wall dropped
no scientists taken to the new world
with atom bombs or V2 rockets
no '69 moon landing out of this world
absorb and forget me not this
There needed be a Britain free
advancing air controlling sea
strong cultured links globally
for Freedom known by you and me
all in Europe were down and beaten
factually defeated and that would stay
had Britain not fought on though weakened
you wouldn't have free rights you live today
You and me UK and you and me EU
Hell Is a world we almost knew
together as one we pulled through
BREXIT doesn’t mean we’re not with you
I'm not saying we were the saving grace
more the counterweight in place
peacetime now our way, the lessons we take,
don't hate through BREXIT we have to stay mates
Categories:
counterweight, america, conflict, crazy, england,
Form:
Rhyme
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1 original, poem on the theme of ...Give me your zaniest funniest Poem you can Muster up~~Be Silly
Cyril Brown
Oh his name was Cyril Brown ,
An he weighed 300 pound,
An the Sand goannas sidestepped,
where he stomped.
Little centric was ol Brown,
Sometimes, often came to town,
To watch the kids,
and peanuts there to chomp.
Oh his poor old car did suffer,
With a sandbag for a buffer,
And his voice got a little gruffer,
A flaming counterweight .
Bark hut to house was sort of,
On the Station ranch was thought of,
Brother Mark would listen,
to the snakes under the floor.
And the Rabbit bunnies springing,
The birds were chirping, singing,
And carpet snakes were bringing,
Tucker more n more n more.
Brownie had an iron bed that suffered,
Bowed and flustered, busted ,
And the peanut shells,
stopped the opening of the door.
Once he towed young Mark to town,
On the Fergie tractor, brown,
And at 50 mile an hour was still a flying,
And the tractor was a bouncing,
trying to touch the ground,
announcing, would he ever get to town?
Mark wasn’t really sure, why.
A friend waved to ol Brown, hi,
At 7 foot tall, a local yokel clown.
So he hit the anchors with a frown,
Tractor tried to knock the back door down,
Brownie muttered with surprise.
So then back off to town,
Dragging tractor,
sidestepping round,
Got to Dirran then he stopped,
To buy more peanuts brown.
Don Johnson
Categories:
counterweight, adventure
Form:
Ballad
A critic
Claiming to run as a counterweight
Together on walks
Parallel but not in one line
Any policy of the authorities
Any mistakes always shown
You will act as whistle blower
Or supreme judge
Straighten back into the track
Started from idealism
Voice for marginal people
They then believe in you
To bring aspirations
To sit on the board of representatives
But now you're in front of the mirror
You’re confused to yell at
A critic
Died by political transactions
In front of the mirror
Categories:
counterweight, judgement, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
When
the
angel
of mercy
spoke of Light and Love,
they not only failed to listen,
they invented a false symbol of pure evil, a
counterweight to the voice of Truth that gave credence to worser demons of their nature.
With dire consequence, a great many 'living hearts and hearthstones all over this broad land'
derive great meaning from this illusory figment...
In steadfast determination to prove it real.
Categories:
counterweight, education
Form:
Fibonacci
We all have moments when happiness rings true
When everything seems to finally be going right
No nimbus clouds to spoil blue skies or the view
until fate steps in and our lives turn dark as night.
What efforts we've made to stay in balance is lost.
No matter what we try, harmony does not prevail
and life is stressful, for hardship comes with a cost.
So, we need a counterweight that will tip the scale
To use a simple analogy, think of a teeter totter ride
where balance keeps us from landing on the ground.
The ups and downs we face are very difficult to abide.
What will keep us standing? Where can it be found?
With a positive attitude we can begin in heart and mind
when they battle over things on which they don't agree.
Not an easy task to keep them harmonized and aligned.
When they struggle for power, it can end in catastrophe.
A bit of faith may lead to symmetry and set things right.
Nature handless it perfectly with its seasonal changing,
and like migratory birds on feathered wings that take flight,
tipping the balance in our favor can work with rearranging.
Categories:
counterweight, analogy, happiness, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Maybe there was love shown
the cooking and the cleaning
it’s difficult to have known
with all of the demeaning
When you can’t tell the difference
between a trophy and detention
awards that lack significance
received the same reception
I always felt a counterweight
would appear with my success
a strange way to demonstrate
encouragement to try my best
Then there’s siding against
occurring automatically
Why not take my side?
not add problematically
Insisting on cleaning my room
when the doctor told me rest
make it last all afternoon
It’s shocking, causing stress
Then there is the privacy
why has my post been opened?
Do that but do not speak to me?
Like trust communication’s broken
Someone needs too encourage
“You can do it!” Or “good luck”
Not install the fear of god
the anxiety to self destruct
I guess that the love on show
was the cooking and the cleaning
It must be the way you know
thanks for that as it was my needing
I think you tend to look outside
rather than too your family
I guess you did that all your life
a habit to not standby me
If I’m not shown love at home
then where else would I find it?
Why raise me as you have known,
when you know you didn’t like it.
You can’t even talk to me,
there is no form of trust
foundations that extraordinary
are a metal bound to rust
You identify the opposite
of what most mothers do,
it causes inner conflict,
the love is out of view
the past is only relevant
because you've never changed
this makes it appear evident
you get a kick out of the strain
Categories:
counterweight, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
equipoise had eluded him
a counterweight of feathers
failed to lift weights
from the other side of nowhere
maybe it was the fulcrum
that needed new balance
a pivotal shift in the light
of burdensome weight
burning the bridge
before the crossing
a pendulum on either side
suspended the pendant
when he approached
the courage to fear
Categories:
counterweight, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Poetry can be like prospective recovery
unveiling rising feeling when time allows
It sows a seed that wants to germinate
A reader a receptacle for hidden meaning
for a pod casting shadows over uncertainty
of mind soul spirit in a world of hardship
Mind you it may be fun to read as well
and yet an obsession with science
rules and regulations falls short of joy
A global and material world self-pleasing
in mislead rationale calls for a clear antithesis
to uncover the full potential of true humanity
When I myself read other’s nascent script
I’m blessed with food for thought and beauty
and reap the harvest of their blooming context
All of a sudden I am not alone with my many
imperfections and ready for the balance of
crude demands with art and self-expression
A place and measure so difficult to understand
unfolds in comprehension through the lens
of contingent fledgling aspirations’ picture
Sharing is caring and receiving is love
the compassion of poetry brings us closer
to what matters most and that is kindness
Categories:
counterweight, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
The lighthouse shivered in relentless gales on its rocky foundation
Stood the test of time but now it seemed that the clock had gone back
The keeper was sidelined to retire in the Sea Mission’s Nursing Abode
Had paid his fare and was reduced to cups of tea and mushy pea’s gruel
Once a pacemaker of modernity he quietly waited for dementia to settle
His heart was broken like the tower’s shattered beacon and Oliver sobbed
Tears flooded his kerchief with salty reminders of his ultimate companion
Waves of infinite tides swallowed his reason for being in cascades of pain
Cataracts pointed him inside with hearing aids hinged on precarious sight
The fragile walking stick had been bestowed by the Queen God knows when
At least that was his yarn which would not repair his threadbare cardigan
The callus on his weather worn hand had meta-morphed in soft baby skin
Be a good boy now and take your sedative pills they will rock you to sleep
Slowly fog horns of destiny sounded a creaky lullaby of reticent surrender
Once a trendsetter in dashing uniform and seafarer’s wind shaken attire
He could not even turn a famous blind eye to his room mate’s flatulence
But like clamshell lenses on a leap water catwalk he stood firm in defeat
Oliver’s lantern seemed vacant but a passionate fire kept raging his mind
Had they no respect for history had he not been the guardian of passage
Was he a spiral staircase with only one way to stumble on rusty descent
The counterweight well powered by gravity sunk like an anchor cut loose
Lightening rods flashed through his thoughts and he still could not sleep
But the night nurse had more important matters than ancient emotions
Pillows scratched his receding hair as the moon kept count of lost slumber
Once a bell whether of transit the old man felt the graveyard shift nigh
He wished he was a pirate and would sink his hook into pitiless crests
11th February 2020
Categories:
counterweight, appreciation,
Form:
Ode
The weight
He had written two short books
Wanted to show her, his work,
Not now she said, I’m watching telly.
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling down,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter, descended until
He was lifted to the top of the beam feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? He was asked.
He smiled, was at ease with himself, but didn’t answer.
Categories:
counterweight, absence, abuse, age, beautiful,
Form:
Blank verse
The weight
He had written two short books
Wanted to show her, his work,
Not now she said, I’m watching telly.
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling down,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter, descended until
He was lifted to the top of the beam feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? He was asked.
He smiled, was at ease with himself, but didn’t answer.
Categories:
counterweight, business, car, cat, chanukah,
Form:
Blank verse
The weight
He had written two short books
needed to show her his work,
Not now, she said, I’m watching TV
Around the beam that keeps the heaven’s roof from falling,
He slung a rope fastened to a scrap iron drum using
Himself as a counterweight.
He hoisted the drum up, but he was too heavy
He carried too much weight of pride.
He cried in the night, struggled to get rid of unwanted feelings
The drum becomes lighter and descends until
He was lifted to the top of the beam, feeling free
Of false pride and ambition.
Why did you cry so much in the night? they asked
He smiled and was at ease with himself and didn’t answer.
Categories:
counterweight, absence, abuse, age,
Form:
ABC