Best Deserve Poems
Hey, my name is Aaron and I am kinda a modern day superhero
Now I know what you’re thinkin’
Okay, this guy? A hero? Like with powers and skills?
Nah but before you think further hear me out.
Yes… I don’t have money like Stark or Wayne
I don’t have a back story like Peter Parker and definitely not a love interest like Mary Jane.
I don’t have a super serum or gamma radiation to explain the chemical imbalances in my brain
My super hero name is not catchy or personifying.
Normally it comes along as,
“Dude”
“Brother”
“Son”
“Dad”
But you see I know how it feels to not be able to save the ones you love most,
To always try and do the right thing but still fail the ones closest to you.
When other's worlds are falling apart I’m always the planet they land on
Now what I do have is a secret identity,
Hiding the pains and struggles I bare to bare the problems of those who can’t themselves.
While Ironically not wanting to put the burden on someone else because I feel I’m strong enough and the traumas others go through are way worse than mine.
My super powers aren’t swinging from roof tops or having my fiery flaming eyes glistening,
Mine are as simple as loving and listening.
Never judging and forever being understanding,
Fighting the villains that are your biggest weakness that have no effect on me.
You see,
Depression, Anxiety, mental tortures
Family traumas and mental disorders
Those of which I’m immune to like superman to bullets,
Now I do have a kryptonite.
losing site on the ones closest to me because I go out of my way to try and save others.
Because even though my life is impossibly knotted,
If I can still manage to untangle someone else’s and hopefully inspire them to be the light they want to see in this villainous world, then I know I have done what I’ve been called to be,
To be the hero I don’t deserve.
DESERVE
Deserve- that in which we use to critique our life's ways
a way to hold back our existence
to project a negative
and cease the positive intake
Deserve - the breath we don't take
as life is critical and cruel
A risk we avoid
A praise we reject
A life unlived by definition of the term
Deserve - the animosity within that deprives us of beauty
a vast cavernous region of self loathing
unfathomable entities that we must surpass to succeed
striving for more - better
Deserve - enraptures a lustful desire to withdraw and hide
shades of veils, impenetrable walls of denial
vulnerabilities and nakedness
the exposure of truth - internalised
we hide - we die
Deserve - you deserve all that you have
you deserve the power from recognition
and you deserve forgiveness
forgiveness of self, of others; which cannot be attained
but self as best it can
Deserve - Deserve - Deserve
Angered by such a dismissal I am
so wondrous in 'sup-prose'
you ...
your inner musings,
your lexical landscape
your shy confidence
self depreciating
You DESERVE more
Deserve - embrace, reclaim, rejoice
recognise the wealth my versifying friend
the promise in the scroll of a pen
the battle within let it bleed across the page
and cleanse with deliberate introspection
stand tall...
for my friend - you DESERVE it all
This poem stinks.
It doesn't rhyme
It doesn't do anything
It has a little alliteration
well...
it will have some
because that's the easiest poetic element to incorporate
and if it didn't have any poetic elements
it would not be a poem
but would be prose with
randomly
inserted
carriage returns...
(are carriage returns extinct?)
and that would be dishonest.
This is not a lying poem.
That would be oxymoronic.
It's a stinky poem.
And when I finish writing it
I'm gonna print it out
and tear it up
into little bitty
teensy weensy pieces
(if I have enough patience to get that small)
and flush it down the commode
so it can join all the other
excrementally effluential essences
(note the alliteration)
of all the other stuff that stinks
almost as badly as
this poem.
Hey Gorgeous Being
You deserve to breathe easy
You deserve amazing food
You deserve love
What is Below, is Above
You deserve heaven
Bread that's leavened
Butter, Love, Honey, Fruits
Shade - only from trees
With deep roots
You deserve a Groot
A nice sharp suit!
Warm, Yummy soup
An awesome pair of Boots!
You deserve Gold
Agriculture... Flowers, vegetables fresh from the ground,
Fruits off the vine,
Geometry in language,
528Hz, 888 Hz...
You deserve Love
Pure as your heart
My Gorgeous Being...
And you will get what you deserve
When you see the scars,
Would you believe?
Would you trust my words?
Would you have faith in me?
When I say I fought hard.
I tried to get up when I fall,
And,
I tried to be the kid you deserve
Would you still love me?
If I am not the same kid anymore,
The urges of mine,
Those constant whine,
All those times when I said I was fine,
I wasn't, I was falling apart,
Maybe you sensed it,
And cuddled me to sleep.
Maybe you thought it as another teenage fit,
Because that was a secret I had to keep.
The Hell That I Deserve
At the top of a cliff
Surrounded by darkness and doubt
I see you in the valley
Surrounded by a light
I can hear the slightest sighs of angels from the valley
Drowned out by the screams of my demons
There is no pathway down to you
The cliff is lined with talon like rocks
Fallen angels hold my arms back
Holding me against my will
All I can do is stand and look down at you
You would never hear my screams
You would never hear what I want to say
I will die on this cliff
All alone while you thrive in God’s light
I can never meet you
Never talk to you
Never gently kiss your lips
It is true that I have sinned more than once
Standing alone on a cliff with you below
I know that this is my hell to endure
If only the demons would quit screaming
I could hear your voice
I could hear the sighs of the angels surrounding you
Then my hell
The hell that I deserve
For one moment this cliff would be a paradise
Here we are again more negative gossip.
Don’t throw rocks, just look in your closet.
No one is perfect, you shouldn’t point out.
You’re not that special, stay home and pout.
Go back down under and stroll your own lot.
Hateful comments appreciated are not.
The big man on campus, a big mouth indeed.
Why put others down? Is there really a need?
You don’t sound special your words are for not.
You sound more like a hypocritical snot.
Do we talk about your mother and the kids that she raised?
Your arrogant disrespect really leaves me amazed.
Your eyes, I feel them looking
Eternally they peer away
I wish that I could capture them
I wish, I hope, I pray
But no, they look not for me
They look for someone, true
With a love to give well, always
That is what, is meant for you
Your lips and tongue, they call out
I hear them on the breeze
A voice that’s like no other
That brings me to my knees
But no, they call not to me
Your voice calls for someone, true
May he have the love you seek, my dear
That is what, is meant for you
Your hands, they reach to touch so much
With eagerness, they wish to feel
Their softness is wonderfully caressing
They can make a broken heart heal
But no, they reach not for me
They feel for that someone who
Can touch you as you touch him
That is what, is meant for you
Devastated, destroyed, i am a little toy.
A little doll, broken, beaten.
I deserve it all, for all the scars and all the pain.
I've caused too much, I must suffer the rain.
It will not wash away my sins, but drowned me instead in them.
I wont scream, you wont hear my silent cries.
Ill take what I deserve.
I deserve to die.
What I do to deserve this heartbreak,
this horrid and unnatural pain,
this cleche of events that strike me simultaneously
as the time ticks away,
and as the grinning faces pierce a whole through my soul
and my heart turns pale and slowly beats.
My heart is torn in two,
and I cannot find the doctors to stich me up.
I ask an old man,
how does love go about,
he smaked me in the face and went on.
The pain and the sorrow,
it is too much to feel,
too much to gain in one serving,
When I eat, I taste posion, not passion,
familiar faces turn grey, with ruby eyes and sharp fangs
they hiss at me, like a cat to a mouse.
I don't understand why I deserve this.
I am a good man,
who loves with open arms and a big heart.
With every hug I give,
I recieve a knife of betrayal in my back,
I feel the blood ooze from my open wounds,
suicidal tendencies roll through my mine,
but I quickly throw them out,
because Mama didn't raise no coward.
I see the blow, I clench my fists
and swing away,
God cries wanting to stop this madness,
Death laughs and soon joins in,
people join in and punch away.
I lay there on the concret blood everywhere,
my heart torn out of my chest,
each with a thousand knives stabbed in it,
as it slowly beats,
I lay their on the pavement,
looking up to the heavenly skies,
and as it starts to rain droplets of hope
I ask myself,
What did I do to deserve this?
Then, I shall close my eyes
and rest for awhile.
-9/23/13-
Inspired by all the betrayal and heartbreak I've faced, by so many cowards who didn't want to recieve my love. People I had thought who were my friends, came with invitations of humiliation and hate, and now I see who my real friends are; this pen and paper... Have a good day.
P.S. No one should ever be shown this much betrayal and heartbreak. I wouldn't even wish it on my worst enemy. Have a good day!
If I were to paint our Friendship,
The canvas would change every day.
On Monday the colors are subtle
And Friday would blow you away!
The paint brush is much more expressive
With freedom beyond what we say,
The colors are pure, and oh so expensive…
VanGogh (and his ear) couldn’t pay!
So… I painted with words
A poem for you,
My sister, my friend in LA
A canvas that’s true
From my heart, through and through,
To express what I wanted to say.
Three Years!! Holy sh!! That’s AWESOME of you
To keep coming back every day!
The Respect You Deserve
Standing Rock Reservation
Proud Warrior Nation!
In the spirit of Crazy Horse
Against a militant force.
You shine for all the world to see,
Bringing pride to your ancestry.
And in the name of all that's just,
The sacred you reconstruct,
Water is life you teach...
Protect it you beseech.
You sacrifice your very lives...
So the next generation survives
And how are you paid for this service,
From the politicians you make nervous?
Beaten and upon your arms stamped,
Dog kennels in concentration camps.
And still yet, you continue to pray;
Even for those that treated you this way.
Standing Rock where peoples rise ,
Unite together as environmental allies
We hear your voice loud and clear,
Echo cross the waters and biosphere.
We hold you up to Wakan Tanka ....
Wopila....Mitakuye Oyasin
Many women deserve a crown, anD
Often, they don't need academiA
Thanks to many hats; we'd saY
Her hands calms rainbow waves
East, West, North and South, she's mother earth
Resuscitating troubled hearts
Saving those motherless from emptiness.
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For Tammy Reams poetry contest, April 13th deadline
(On Mother's Day)
I need to be free why am I chained!
Is all this something that is planned
to leave me confused and strained,
and submitting to being tamed.
What did I do to deserve to be stoned!
My sexuality is not to be blamed
Like everyone else I was also made
to love whoever I find passionate
I am walking tall but dead inside,
my soul and spirit were ripped apart
the day he found me playing alone outside,
in me he forced himself even when I cried!
I need to be free why am I pained!
My heart was clean why is it stained!
Yes I am a lesbian I am not straight,
does that mean I deserve to be raped?
Twinkle little ones you can shine.
Never let the world try to assign
you in categories that don't define
the true person that you are inside
I don't know
why I stayed
when I knew I deserved better.
You made me feel
as though
I was overreacting,
and selfish.
You said I don't drown
in an ocean
I stick my face in a
puddle.
You say the waves that crash
into me
are only cars
driving over puddles.
You told me I was faking it.
I believed you
and coped
with alcohol and drugs.
I got rid of you.
I still feel like I'm
faking,
overreacting,
lying,
like I don't deserve better.