Best Dumbness Poems
I will find you one day,
I will meet you someday,
I will want it to stay,
Oh how I will pray,
For what to say,
On that day,
I will want to be shy,
And make it look like a try,
Maybe I'll just smile,
Maybe I'll just cry,
A little,
Like a baby,
I wont look into your eyes,
I wont look into the skies,
I'll hide like a spy,
Behind my feelings,
I'll draw in the dirt,
With my feet,
The love I can't speak,
I'll express in my shyness,
A difference of boldness,
A beautiful form of timidness,
That would leave you speechless,
But if you speak,
If you say something,
If you say anything,
I will run,
As fast as I can,
Out of myself,
The shell of disguise,
I will cut your speech,
With a gentle kiss,
And let you know,
That it was your beauty,
That took me away,
Your warm presence,
That froze me again,
That thing,
That is in your eyes,
That makes men....
DUMB...
Word Craft Writes.
I am a liberal conservative
who is confident when nervous.
Living as a pessimistic optimist,
I imagine what the worst is
only to quickly dismiss this.
As a depressed, joyous person
my moods are rarely self-chosen.
My dumbness is quite intelligent
and both are often equally lent
to my love I freely see spent.
Fragile coats all my strength.
So shy is my boldness length
it forms soft iron clad links.
I love to both dance and sing,
but have no rhythm or tune zing.
My content is being domestic,
but I have lived life on the brink
causing my calmness to be hectic.
I make serious, snap decisions
within many days of quickness.
My passionate love of mankind
equally hates society’s bind.
I dislike things modern and new,
though current kitchens are cool
There are many, well lots, I have bent,
but the world surely does need rules.
I dream of life in the eighteen-hundreds,
a fantasy including modern plumbing.
On and on my contradictions go;
like a seesaw I was made to be so,
well, maybe, see – I don’t really know -
maybe my stride was meant to be a slide.
Death is not a due destination deserved;
rather, it’s a God privilege that’s reserved.
Yet, you yellow-bellied bigots feel frightfully
free to stalk and murder us—
Prey to be hung, shot, kneed, or by any means
to stop the Black Exodus.
Playing the Greek-like god that you are not, you’ve sought
to “whiteout” all who are black.
But with a Casper-The-Ghost comic-like eerie dumbness, you
can’t fathom what you lack—
That we hued ones of God have had hued eyes on the prize
far too long to be turned back.
As we continue to trek over a way that has been like sojourning
the valley of the shadow of death
And have more often than not been the unjustified victims of that
5th Amendment-like shadow’s fate—
Know that there’s no longer any apathy in us left and that judgment
day is coming to your bigoted racist hate.
Stupidity- what do you say?
You've always led the way
You've talked me into doing wrong
Whatever life you stay
You'll only want to hold me
And never need me now
You'll always seem to be my type
but that is how I bow
You'll always be my sater
You'll feed me more somehow
Perhaps you are the smarter
and let me see as how
I wonder if you'll come to me
when I am making sense
Perhaps you'll know from others
that that is our expense
I hate him
He angers me
I wish he'd die as quick
My feelings
he's angered
are just as real as wit
I know him
He's someone
Someone else I'd quip
He's horrible
He's always
someone else I'd flip
I'll never
No-never
see him as I rip
No never
I'll never
forgive what I can't grip