Best Curveballs Poems
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
Categories:
curveballs, humanity, perspective, science,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: January 2nd, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
Rumi verse" Sing to me in the silence of your heart and I will rise up to hear your triumphant song"
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Life is a symphonic cynosure
a charming composition
sung in tune noisily in tandem
merriment liberates us
spread the tunes of life
a ready-made ubiquitous syntax
moon voices Jukebox heart
Iron harps croon the days
I used to walk Elvis line in his heyday.
Twilight dream orchestrator
soars on silver wings
across the eerie sea
past raven-singing islets
race the clock
swap hourglass sand
reset to our first trip,
let's foster solid walls.
Life is a bittersweet symphony.
Love, laughter,
and silent dreams
In verses, rhythm begins
Steering us via life's curveballs
a calm ballad may be feasible
dreamlike memory
dusty paths to neon-lit roadways
catching dreams, sailing
weeping as a lone harp
I'm queueing until death
to travel as a country song
via onomatopoeia syntax
a metonymy, twangy melody.
paint hope on breeze
as moonlight amid trees
or pearly umbrella stars
dancing in cosmic black sea
dark orchestra conductor
revive ancient music
until ivory beams last.
Life is a melody to be sung
play it gently as a drumbeat
life serenade in riptide
years notes strum
cosmic tapestry links us to poetry
spirits dance in unison,
life is akin to writing a song,
with our key and tone
each life has a meaning,
we pick the theme and chorus
a song bearing our name
an inclusive rhythm
life's a tune.
Categories:
curveballs, analogy, confidence, life, music,
Form:
Free verse
I'm spending vacation in my little room
didn't plan it that way
but my loves decided to not work with me
must be the post Xmas blues..
so, I'm living off stocking stuffers.
Designer coffee
Pistachios and
a Jupiter sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for not. But unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries...
about self-absorbed souls trying to gain foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
catching curveballs with unmasked faces
stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness
climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment...
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.
Categories:
curveballs, 1st grade, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!
Categories:
curveballs, dedication, depression, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Alliteration
LIFE’S CURVEBALLS
A past time of getting hit by a curveball, would send me off my trolley
Now I see it, catch it, as return it to sender, with one all mighty volley
Indiana Shaw . . . ; )
Categories:
curveballs, baseball, life, metaphor, tribute,
Form:
Couplet
He ran the world and when he thought of stopping,
the race track played another trick on him.
His wild hair halo 'round a face, with beads
of fine salt tickle, tease. They run down his neck.
Then, as evening entered on the blood orange
gravel, and nebula witches whirled upon the
green grass, he stopped and stayed and stared.
Alone there, he dropped the manly guise,
his gait a slow lush grace with careful steps.
His arms gracefully wrapped around the one,
that during daytime, always will be known as he,
but night throws softer curveballs at her.
A shy butterfly, stepped out of a soft cocoon,
ready to step back into a life of caterpillar.
***
January 17, 2017
Categories:
curveballs, boy, gender, girl, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
1/16/23
Still rejected
I already did mention
Much is in question
In the end most won't get the message
I'm tired of all this tension
Too much focus on others skin complexions
Never once has this path been effective
Do such fools need a punch or bullet to the midsection?
Meaning is the answer a fist or weapon?
For there to be change for the better it's no myth or legend
When necessary I went beastmode
Crap focused on and important matters vetoed
Can't just solve it with cheat codes
Meanwhile continually heat rose
People fighting each other sometimes using torpedoes
All of this continual s*** seems old
Like the same old stories all these priests told
So fast they reach for a couple tissues
Meanwhile the struggle continues
Still dealing with much more than just trust issues
Lady, don't play me I'm not the one
No need to be on the run
I wanted love
Yet have gotten none
From dawn to dusk
I've had rotten luck
They judge and talk too much
I'm going beyond such
Petty matters, yet can't always rely on a hunch
For far too long was caught and stuck
Still continual odd stuff
So easily people go on the hunt
Quick to cause a lot of funk
A lot assume
While holding a hostile view
Among all these molecules
I've got more trust in a dog then you
If you don't got a clue
There was much marijuana use
I'm an alcoholic who
Spent much time in solitude
Occasionally a brief rendezvous
Meanwhile global conflicts grew
Don't test me or there'll be a sonic boom
All of it being told from an honest view
Watch your moves
Toward danger it's chalked up to
Drying up or rivers ran
Nearly always the bigger man
Ambidextrous, either one is a trigger hand
They never once saw the whole picture damn
They expected it all to be spic and span
Life throwing curveballs, despite what is or isn't planned
I've got much to do, before I kick the can
Meanwhile time keeps ticking, quickly it can hit the fan
Categories:
curveballs, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Cursed with misadventure
and persisting hardship,
he still walks the razor's edge
And he walks through
shards of glass
with both feet bleeding.
He's stubbed his toe
on one too many rocks
making his way
through the bumpy pathway
of life; despite his struggles,
he remains resolute in spirit.
He encounters mountains;
many stand towering over him,
but he never turns back
or gets around them.
He keeps on climbing
to the summit.
Life hasn't been kind.
It has thrown him curveballs,
it has beaten him down
and tested his resolve,
yet he smiles
through it all.
Life's Struggles- Any Form - Updated- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 03/04/2021
Categories:
curveballs, character, inspirational, life, strength,
Form:
Free verse
oves reminder that were not alone. a broken heart never a broken home, the strength of family helps us grow, its been a long trip down this road, family members die, but there never gone images seem to remind us that we need to stay strong we fuss an fight, but we make it threw life hands throws us curveballs. so we hit home runs. if it takes a village to raise a child. then were a nation full of chiefs. family dinners. chirstmas tress. who can ever forget those thanksgiving feast. sweet potato, pies peach cobler my favorite treats. distants cant keep us a part, i see the traits we pass down in the youngest of are generation my familys great, are strengths amazing, my love for ya'll will never fade i love you more an more everyday , threw the good an threw the bad, tears an smiles even when were mad i cant image were i be, so here ill sit an think under my family tree.
Categories:
curveballs, childhood, family,
Form:
Light Verse
I will stay till the end
I am that kind of friend
Your dark bitter days
where you navigate the maze
Life gives everyone strife
and the lumps and the bruises
and the causes we take up
and at times joyous cruises
But it's the friends that can bandage us up
as we accidentally open a vein
and inadvertently cause ourselves pain
We struggle against survival on things insane
We all eventually walk through that valley of death
no one escapes this fate, we all run out of breath
the marathon chase of life that is like a gun
that shoots you out and you go till you are stunned
And it's only inaction that eventually gets us all
We lay down one last time or we have a fall
and then we can no longer answer the call
and at long last, we simply give up the ball
And the next generation gets to play the game
and move the needle forward, or even back again
Because there are always some that will tell you it was better before
like life is a macabre sports game and someone is keeping score
But the reality is we all fight the same fight
we all want things to be right
to live simply and not be lost in the night
to support our goals and aspirations and walk in the light
and with that thought, I bid you goodnight.
We are all more alike than we know. Your Friend Artimus
10/05/2023 8:17AM (C) Susan Manley
To all of my friends who are struggling with life’s curveballs right now.
Categories:
curveballs, age, courage, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
I've crossed many bridges in my life, some in which I gladly walked across and some in which I would have gladly stepped back on and walked the other way.
You all know the old saying- "If I coulda, woulda, shoulda" Well, I probably definitely "shoulda" But I can't re-do what has already been done, but you know what, that's okay.
One must not dwell on the past. Thou shall keep on movin' on, rid the bad vibes and feelings and try to create positive thoughts, ideas, moments and memories. Live and love life yet another day.
Besides, who knows what turns and curveballs that would have been tossed at me If I hadn't decided to walk the path I've traveled. My life could have just been tossed away.
I coulda been this, or I woulda done that, I shoulda been this, or I shoulda done that. No, I shouldn't have. I shoulda done just what I did, I say.
I would never have turned the other way, for me, that's okay. I will live and love life yet another day. My life won't be wasted away, I've done just what I shoulda, and that my friends is just what "I" say
Categories:
curveballs, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
I told you I'll leave Love alone,
When I go heal the pain that aches,
Just at home is broken to know what love takes,
Late nights wandering in the hell I came cross a pic,
Of the summer night when you an I were well, knowing what love is, to know what love does when you love someone and they dont back,
Soon the world shakes, depression walks in after you fought in the last round,
Throwing curveballs life waiting what you'll play,
Love is love no matter where it comes,
These lates nights love was speaking to me while I was deaf,
Opportunities knocks i was scare to open the door,
Allow love to see the pain it left to know it'll heal again.
Categories:
curveballs, deep, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
They’re never happy,
The world’s selfish hands always expect more,
I’m never enough,
And I probably never will be.
I just want to be loved,
Without being asked to change,
They’ve all let me down so far,
I’m not enough for them.
All of them eventually turn their backs on me,
My heart has been broken so much,
That the words “I love you “,
Are starting to sound like a lie.
I wish I was as beautiful as the other girls,
And that people would stop calling me ugly,
But that’ll never happen,
Because I’m still not enough.
The world crushed me,
All those words are bullets,
Shot straight through my shattered heart,
Passing through every ventricle.
I can’t handle all the curveballs,
Thrown at me one after another,
They force me to put on a brave face,
But I’m not strong enough.
I just want someone to hug me,
And tell me I’m enough,
But I know they won’t,
Because I’m never enough.
Categories:
curveballs, for teens, happiness, how
Form:
Free verse
Having been smitten
with cancer
and with spinal troubles
I take my recovery
quite
seriously
I feel the power of the "chi"
in the depths of my being
No longer do I
despair
I march into
the future with
my head held high
Hope at my right hand
persistence at my left hand
Surely - "the best is yet to come"
I am reaching out with verse
to poetrysoup readers
Hoping all of you are healthy and
happy
Life can throw one
some curveballs
but in the end
It is all worthwhile
As rain comes down
on my city tonight
I pick up a pen and
write this ode
in the hope it will encourage readers
to take joy when they can
Categories:
curveballs, cancer, inspiration, joy,
Form:
Blank verse
That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see?
I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me!
Old poetry friendships ………like garbage, tossed dowm
a mildewed, stenchy, drain.
As some “must “ be read or you are tossed out like a cat in
the cold, pelting, raim!
They forgot those old days, when they wrote little and had
Very few readers.
But now, you are useless friend, and tossed into the trash,
like a broken, comfy, living room seater?
So, don’t feel bad, if this happens to you, they forgot you,
so move on.
For you have a poetic gift, with fun, beauty and inspiration
to pass on.L
And yes, you can read any other poets who do not
read you.
Poetry badminton, is a sad game, I most
heartily eschew!
Life throws curveballs our way, but it’s not great
to live as though comments were our all.
Spouses, childhood friends, church,pets, life
celebrations ..demand our all.
We are duped into thinking that keystrrokes
mean friends.
I used to think so, too but learned that’s where
the story sadly ends.
~Poem 2~
3/9/2024
Categories:
curveballs, friendship, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme