Best Depreciate Poems
PRICELESS Me
Satan, Im priceless you cant put that price on me
This beautiful structure GOD has created simply does not have a fee
So all that you proclaim to offer theres no need you see
I can send up all my requests and receive them by getting down on bended knees
As I reflect back on my past when everything about me was a fee
And my entire mentality was driven by nothing but currency
I rendered you my soul
And just then my whole life had took its toll
I started chasing and lusting wealth
Which had become so detrimental to my health
I lost all my sense of reasoning my direction, visions and goals I was no longer seeing
I was brought with a pricetag on my head
But realistically I was living as the dead
When my sole purpose was to benefit the family I once led
Eventually you would place a huge dent in me
Incarceration has found me and grief surrounds me
As your merchandise and due to your purchase I allowed you to depreciate my value
You were persistently attracting, while consistently attacking
But know I landed back in my original owners hands, who initially gave me life
With instructions for no strife
New birth, My worth
Recognizing all that he created me to be without a price or a fee
Your wicked ramifications that had once followed
Mournfully, tormented me my family and friends suffering is what we had swallowed
And as your merchandise
I still had to pay my own price
While your plans were to dismantle, distract and corrupt
Here I sit stuck in the prison system on my but
Satan, I have just a few more words “IM PRICELESS”
I cant be bought thats the lesson that I was taught
No longer am I living in hell because my soul is not for sell
No longer a commodity my merchant is now GOD
And he is who embodies me.
PRICELESS ME
(Mark 8:36) And how does a man benefit if he gains the whole world and loses his soul in the process?
I am value.
No amount of dollar bills made my worth.
My value is understood
Because it is of the Earth.
The ultimate source of life
The greatest oven of love
Never depreciate what carries being
Never question the answers that came from above
[Disclaimer: The poem does not intend to hurt anybody’s religious sentiments. It is purely for the purpose of entertainment, art and awareness.]
[Note : - If you don’t know who is Draupadi, follow the link given below the poem to find out]
You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
You didn’t choose polyandry,
It was a nonsensical fate.
A man’s sly desire,
But you get all the hate.
We hail Karn’s sacrifices.
We all feel his pain.
He is held like a hero.
Your go in vain.
When the rules of a game
Became bigger than your honour.
The respected men, shame,
Pushed humanity to a corner.
Turned a deaf ear to your screams
As you were disrobed to their gaze.
The honourable men errant extremes
But dirt is shoved in your face.
A symbol of rape victim
S**t shamed by the society.
A fodder of the chauvinists,
A pacifier of their insecurity.
But you don’t need our sympathy,
You are fire in disguise.
The sexism,however, is thriving
So I incessantly despise.
You are not a s**t.
You are not a w**re.
You are not what people think.
You don’t deserve the abhor.
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PS - I hope you understand the reason why two cuss words have been used in the poem. They are not for the purpose of spreading profanity but instead to slap the words back on the face of the sexists who call those names to Draupadi. I meant to use those words without asterisk for better effect, but I will abide by the rules and let the poem's effect depreciate a bit.
They say we are the memories of the past
We calculate every detail like a husk
We hear numbers as music to the ears
We seek the answers like monstrous spears
I’ll tell you, we love to balance everything
From small to large amount of budgeting.
To analyzing every detail of a balance sheet
To overviewing that written check slip
Precision and accuracy is our friend.
We must always close the year end,
But make sure all the figures are tally
So we can begin with no calamity
Let me say that our value don’t depreciate.
Our time is critically tailored to cooperate
Show true value to how company should fit
Devise a plan to avoid loss and bring profit
I still get nervous, so I tend to stumble.
The thing is you aren’t a number.
But I’d like to be your company
Heck I’d even invest all my time you’ll see
The true income is hidden on the expense;
Increase performance and have patience.
Convert all working capital into an asset
See your liability like a duel to a cricket
It’s either to end in revenue or loss,
Regardless you must see thru all the cause.
They say don’t invest in a single basket
I say, believe and work for it to sky rocket
Remember that dreams, will be just dreams
Until we adjust our entries against fears
From the dawning of life,
In the depths of the sea,
One people rose above the primordial strife,
To embrace an contemporary civility,
And forged a civilization apart from their hominid brethren,
Cousins so distant their evolutionary polarity was personified as victor and loser,
Mother Earth had never seen a people so noble nor a progress so driven,
By a willpower that exceeded the basic tenants of ethnic survivors,
No, these people were meant for more than chanting half naked in the jungle,
To be more than feudal lords or subsistence farmers,
But rather to compose magnificent orchestrations played in chapels,
To forge swords of iron and travel the world as conquerors,
Uncovering the secrets of life through science and philosophy,
Establishing sophisticated societies ruled by democracy,
Do not be ashamed of your pride and honor,
Do not attempt to depreciate your heritage,
For the moon reflects the grandeur of our future,
Because we have earned our place on this earth,
And in the diary of the sun.
With thanks to the Environmental Defense Fund,
Advice from ecosystemic pantheists
PENGUIN:
Dive into life;
Avoid undiving into dying, stagnating in reverse-time ruminations.
Appreciate regenerative daydreams;
Depreciate decomposing nightmares.
Take long intuitive wilderness walks
away from short deductive domesticated pathways.
Stand together;
Avoid falling apart.
Go extra cooperative miles
rather than staying stuck
in competing monocultural piles
of divestment away from
polycultural health.
Keep your cool;
Sweep your warm incarnation stretch
into excarnational meanings,
hot co-arising vocations.
GLACIER:
Carve your own path
opening to bipartisan polypaths.
Go eco-slow
by stopping ego-too-fast.
Channel your strengths
with ecosystemic decomposition
of dissonant weaknesses.
Smooth the way for others
by struggling with your own anthro-supremacist addictions.
Keep moving rationally forward
which is not irrationally backward.
Avoid meltdowns,
Embrace freeze up frames
of dipolar co-arising balance.
Be cool, trusting,
by becoming empathically warmer.
SEA TURTLE:
Swim with the current;
Fly with bilateral enlightenment.
Be a good navigator;
Become a self-as-other optimizing listener,
follower of Earth's nutrition.
Stay calm under pressure,
Grow resonance with wu wei midway
slower resilient revolutions.
Be well traveled, outbound,
to become less homebound,
paranoic inbred.
Think long term;
Feel short-term compassion.
Age gracefully;
re-ligiously childlike.
Spend time at the beach,
invest space in one surfing ocean
of nurturing dreams.
POLAR BEAR:
Live large;
anthro-die down toward (0) Earthcentric.
Be thick-skinned;
Become transparently inter-religious.
Sniff out opportunities;
taste internal crisis, risk.
Learn some good icebreakers;
Unlearn some mad meltdowns.
Be fearless;
Become peace co-empathic messiahs.
Keep it cool,
not so much climatic warming
of melting EarthTribe landscapes.
Just a thought ...
What if our forefathers have failed us?
What if the gates are closed and we are
Damned,
Wondering on a date
That has come and gone.
We succeed
A collapsed empire
A widespread plague
A harsh Inquisition
Two world wars
Multiple genocides
All of which work
To depreciate our populace.
What if God's second incarnate
Lived in a padded cell
And beckoned to men with white coats,
Only able to forgive the insane
Or what if He came not
As one being, but in
Banded instances:
The writings of the scriptures -
Martin Luther’s 95 Theses -
St. Augustine’s city -
Every ethereal deed
Offered by our ancestors.
What if the devil incarnate
Has come, gone, and left
His marks of malice
Light enough to deflect our certainty
Toward his identity,
Yet deep enough to confuse
With his inflictions. His predictions
Form open minded
Addictions, dates, numbers,
Catastrophic visions
With enough clarity to let regret
Cloud our minds
And abolish our understanding
Of nature's rule.
The balance, upset with magic,
Flees from person to person.
If God may reincarnate at will,
While God is everywhere
And everything -
If we live in His image as one
And Christ was among our entity
Than are we not in part He?
And may pass from body to body
In spirit, repeating
Our short contributions
Until they give way to the consensus,
The overflowing pool of sole self consciousness
Where no one is truly sure of what they are
Fighting for.
sing those charmful melodies through my ears
guard me from these painful tears
hide me from those ugly fears
give me your all, enrich me with your sensitive care
embody my skin tone with your smoothed fragrance
be that dancing angel when my heart becomes vacant
heal my love from this embedded depression
smile your teeth away with those joyful expression
plant your love within my heart
embrace this love until it last
embellish your beauty like the lily flower
reveal that affectionate power
whisper to me when I sleep at nights
shade me from that bothersome sunlight
be the root in my heart that shall not depreciate
that sentimental bracelet my affection so much appreciates
cry with me when my hope dies in pain
lend a listening ear when I explain
keep my love as your collection
hold me tight, be my protection
give me your entire love, all your affection
alongside your undivided attention
be that glittering moonlight in the day
with each other let's talk, let's play
be that cool breeze that keeps me cool each day
the pages that sticks in many books
the love that is base on personality and not on that wonderful good looks.
Demeter Edwards
In your mother's eyes I catch the first sight
A miracle in our lives so vibrant and bright
The pride of all married folk
A pride we will soon revoke.
Kicking into the air, you're inaugurated into my life
As I teach you everything I know.
You looked up to me with your innocent eyes
A curse that the heavens will bestow.
Your trust in me became resentment
As you grew thinking you knew more.
All I sacrificed for you
Faced my worst fears, endured your mother's tears, holding fate tightly near,
You failed to appreciate
And instead turned away from me
To you I began to depreciate
As you turned soonest to the sea.
And those eyes are still the same
But everything around them has changed.
I raised you to be the best
You turned out as bad as the rest.
Children are sweet in their innocent youth
Believing what you say and saying what they mean.
But it seems this world twists and turns
Changing the once pure inner soul.
And with a flip of a switch, a turn of the knob
The child you knew turns against you.
But can we say we were surprised?
We did the same to our fathers.
Rebelled, as we beheld rage
We too were once miracles and now we're living hell
As the maturity of time grips and makes us bitter
Bitter is time's emitter.
So let us return to those who bore us
Set an example for our offspring to mimic us
Because without em, there won't be anyone left to mourn us.
Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today
Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate
at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,
where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than
mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,
and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose
self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate
mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate
within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid
of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate
painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate
universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!
By mistake, I have fallen for you
Never thought I'll be blue
Why you didn't give a clue?
Why you keep quiet so mute?
Stirring my emotions on high
Awakening me not be shy
Yet, you are a facade, deafening lie
Hardening my heart's might
Silence screams release reverberates
Everything dulls doesn't rejuvenate
Spare me, do care alleviate
Wanting more not to depreciate
By: olive_eloi
10:40pm
01/14/2014
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In the shallows of dreadful meadows,
the forgotten becomes the fergetful shadows,
in pains
we crush our little gains,
the mill we grind,
stirred with strokes behind.
We let go our sorow,
derive joy in d furrow,
we gather to sing,
as to aleviate our sting,
the urge in us to complain,
quenched by apathy in campaign,
our venom rises,
but depreciate as to our crises,
and in the shallows of dreadful meadows,
we become the forgetful shadows
My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my sleep
The only girl in my mind
The beautiful creature I found
With your sweetest voice and charming smile
With your amazing chatting emoji and laughs
And that walking-dancing baby emoticon
With your crazy mind I love
One with wonderful picture posing
With your brilliant yogurt skin color
With your perfect dressing fashion
With your fantastic ideas and advice on me
From your inner attracting power
A person I can submit my soul to
A person I commit to end in love with
I'm too favored to meet and know you
It isn't enough saying I'm crazy about you
You made me love
You're my weakness.
You make mincemeat of attention on calling my name
It's splendidly something we're grabbing ourselves at
My sleight of hand is premiered by your discernment
But understate yourself in giving someone a drubbing
And provide no rooms for amendments on your skids
Which depreciate the possessions in your proficiency
To affect wiping the floor with joyous love of ours
Really that it needs our synergistic ink to put on paper
I wish to destruct that part of you, likewise you'd
Unto me to paint the tints, shades and tones of loveliness
To sketch the signs of courage and put tolerance details
Keeping warm hues and cold saturations on our tongues
Kindly I request to open your mind and meet with mine
That we can share such fruitiness as matching goals
Safely and sufficient enough getting to our destined cliff
Though you impairs the ontology behind, I quite wonder!
I'm no more down at heel as you slowly met
And no longer experience little love laughs
Which solemnly stole my entire belief on
To smell the sense of dirt on our papers
By free graphite shine no other can see
In that a wild manner stirring sincerity up
My keen to rub the dots of one another
An eraser whose outcome is dusty
The pixels I granted to suit the resolution
The saturation of my tolerance being warm
With all recipes from your soul make up
Frozen springs partly exploiting our intent
A little I'd hatch is a one you crossed
A garment you wore set your eyes into no blink
That my feet found no sand to stand on
But only sweet regrets and sad charms to fall in.
As Days Passes
On my way home after doing battle with Portuguese
bureaucracy which is something out of Kafka where
laws oppose another and a simple process can go
on for twenty year; there was a halt in the traffic.
A funeral procession, somber faces, dark suits and
white blouses under summer sun. And when traffic
resumed people were driving slower than usual.
Thought of the notable scientist who claimed that
there was life after death. Of course he was vilified
by other scientist as they are trained not to believe
in what cannot be proven I´m cynical too his assertion
but have lived long enough not to depreciate
anyone´s opinions, only for the curious reason that
the kingdom of souls must be a crowded place.
WORDS SPOKEN OUT OF BEAUTIFUL HEART
BRINGS AMENDMENT TO THE RENDING SOUL.
WORDS SPOKEN OUT OF CARELESSNESS,
DEPRECIATE THE BEAUTY OF A PRECIOUS HEART.
NEVER LET A DAY GO BY WITHOUT SAYING
BEAUTIFUL WORDS TO BEAUTIFUL PROPLE AROUND YOU.