Best Disadvantages Poems
Back then we struggled greatly.
To attain simple knowledge
you had to be steadfast and stately.
Now that communication's
so convenient, somehow no one
bothers making plain conversations.
And so it begs the question,
have we gained speed or lost touch?
A thousand words said, in
reality, doesn't mean much,
if they're spoken merely to
fill the wretched dead spaces
of life. Online I see a
book of photographed faces,
not the smell of their hair, nor
the sparkle of their eyes when
in the right light. Nothing like
that happens when I click Send!
So yes, there's disadvantages
to lightning speed.
Individual voices seem lost
within the information
super fog. No matter how much
we read, if the ideas aren't there,
then they might as well not be floating
amidst the open air!
There's give and take
to lightning bolt technology.
So quick to say
what we do not mean.
Words upon words
bordering on obscene!
Mere droplets tossed in the sea.
And we almost never
mean what we write, but write it anyway,
if that's what it takes
to feel together.
And my friends don't take me wrong,
it is, of itself, a noble endeavor.
Just as long as you remember
the simplest of things:
don't mistake sameness for unity.
For if so your house of straw
will blow away undoubtedly.
With this in mind you'll no longer
be just a face in the crowd,
but instead the individual
whose voice is creating sound.
So be yourself and no one else!
And know that loving thy neighbor
and thy creator
truly is your greatest wealth.
I sit here and wonder
bored in this air port,
what life would be like
If I was short.
How would I reach the carry on compartments
all the way above the seat?
In restaurants I'd need a booster chair,
and I'd have really tiny feet.
I could crawl through tiny doors,
and climb trees with the squirrels.
I'd be an expert at hide and seek
and hang out with all the short girls.
I would point and laugh at tall people.
They have no advantages in life.
Who wants to be tall?
What guy wants a tall wife?
Short people yearn for height,
extra inches is all they want.
Well I want crawling advantages,
and have a little body I could flaunt.
I'd give anything to be short.
Even a foot or two.
I just want to be normal,
there's so much I could do.
“Flight 41 for boarding.”
said the stewardess aloud.
No more day dreaming, no more short,
and poof went the cloud.
I stood up and grabbed my bag
as people stared in appall.
But hey, you get used to it
when you're over seven feet tall.
W hy was I cursed with this white skin
H ow can I ever possibly win
I n a world of mandatory diversity
T he odds are I face a life of adversity
E specially if I attend a university
M oreover, I seem to be the wrong gender
A ssaulting sensibilities oh-so-tender...and
L est I think I even stand a chance
E very one knows who wears the pants!
It's a good feeling to see
The natural voice of nature
Is so soothing to hear
The sounds of the birds singing
It so sad because the experience
Is short lived and unexpected end
It's near to be lost and unseen
Big building will soon arise
The place will soon be full of houses
Convert into subdivision and high rise
No more bird's music, no more nature
No more fresh air, no more chills.
My disadvantages
My day has no date
My flight has no number
My sky has no stars
My bag has no zipper
My shirt has no buttons
My bottle has no water
My desk has no chair
My school has no money
My ear has no rings
My book has no paper
My pen has no ink
My nail has no polish
My hands have no lotion
My page has no text
My hair has no ribbons
My feet has no shoes
My heart has no feelings
My life has no meaning