Best Evaluating Poems
I have this thing called ADHD
The H isn’t silent, I’ll help you to see
Ever since I was small, it’s lived inside me
It affects who I was, am and will be
Most people know, the layer on top
A tid bit of knowledge before the facts stop
Evaluating their lives, they tend to conclude
From the limited facts, they must have it too
But I need to speak up, I yearn to be heard
This isn’t a fad, or something I’ve learned
But rather, a voice, indecisive and quick
Listing my options, insisting, I pick
It never shuts up and will never be pleased
Off my terror and panic, it greedily feeds
Trembling with jitters, it fears the unknown
I lock in my choice, but it never moves on
Attached to my ear, I gave it a name
This relentless voice is none other than shame
Guilt and short comings, smeared in my face
A constant reminder, I’m not fit to race
The H stands for hyper, when in fact, I am tired
It refers to my brain and the way it is wired
I fidget when seated and excuse myself often
I come across rude, but my shoes must be walked in
I desperately try to absorb, process and act
I work hard to be average and display enough tact
But a fairly small task becomes a tricky ordeal
My response is to panic. It’s an everyday drill
It’s mental exhaustion, causing physical fatigue
I’m smart, but I’m slow. No patience to read
I’m resentful and sad. It seems so unfair
But these are my shoes and my shoes I must wear
Mark Clarke was the gentlest man of Denmark
Yet considered by all a most unlikely patriarch
He was proud being Noah’s apprentice on the ark
Mark was in charge of ensuring all the animals did embark
Two by two in harmony, elephant, giraffe, tiger, and aardvark
Shared the gameplan with the many types of whale and shark
Ensured every bird was onboard, especially the skylark
Mark’s wondrous inventory was classified by icon and footmark
And sometimes in the margin he would jot a special remark
Hoping no one would notice he found neither unicorn nor snark
For weeks torrential rains made the sky darkest dark
They prayed for the rainbow, that long-awaited coloured arc
When the rains finally subsided they looked for the closest park
Everyone had cabin fever and were ecstatic to disembark
Rowdiness of meow, oink, purr, caw, growl, snarl and bark
Plans were soon ongoing to celebrate with a feisty spark
Evaluating the damage up and down and all around Hark!
Mark said Yeah, that’s gonna leave quite a watermark
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table where we talk about our carnal instincts and every situation that we find ourselves deep in.
Morning star calling from the depth of his evil pits where I sleep on bed of nails just to hammer down my dreams with something more uncomfortable than standing on ya steep cliff.
Cold and lonely only having ghosts here to speak with about the meanings of life and the lies that we keep hid.
Within controlling moments of emotions that we sink in and sync with relations on a basis of us needing to create a status where were being with each other cos we're linking and we discover that we break it...... now we're seeing our relationship sinking it sinks to the deep abyss
My vision is impaired by unclear scenes I'm witnessing and feeling sickened to the stomach from the butterflies in flight when my gut instinct senses some lies from bad vibes I'm like
Am I jumping to conclusions straining to think straight brain becomes a nuisance
Am I jumping to conclusions the illusion of love is still just as intrusive.
And I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel clueless in bad moods, usually I'm living as if I've something to lose
And now I'm tryna figure out what to do blaming you isn't saving myself from the truth proving our pacts broken.....
......Will I think logical or act on emotion when I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel brutal in bad moods, cluelessly now living as if I've nothing to lose
And I'm tryna figure out what to do thinking of a better way to proceed to see all this bull through re-evaluating recent events judging my errors bearing in mind I'm civil and often couldn't be fairer
Anything I tell you isn't out of a conscience I'm conscious but I'm hurting inside and this stomach aches constant
I've put up with this nonsense dealing with ghosts
Like sometimes it bothers me and sometimes it don't
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
T i me
I’m a mistress to your fleeting cycles,
constantly constricting,
russet-deep pupils
that see the maroon rain~
veiled in honey and turmeric flames…
Today I lift my hands
in s i l e n c e
to spin pearls of prayers
from
strings of patience...
for I am my Sun’s~
your maternal daffodil
singing songs of solace
as you rise~
facing the unknown
nestled on the cusp of summer storms,
while the sky wears dazzling dreams
and answers you seek,
tensed amidst the tourmaline
twinkling along
the trail of thought…
Yet I hope
you'll trace seraphic streaks,
oblivious to the material mists.
Life goes beyond ink on paper~
calculating missteps,
evaluating errors.
We are more than specks of
sand and stardust,
sailing through streams
of lessons learned,
awaiting the return of winged comets~
for we are sleep-waltzing
through this sphere,
and to the angels,
we shall
r e s u me
So let the frost of fears
and icy embers of terrors
thaw and melt,
rippling in waves of wisdom.
For you are more than a
prisoner to pages
of unresolved equations.
You are the constant, the sum,
the ultimate key to the paradox.
Remember~
my love for you
weighs heavier than
trinkets and treasures…
You are~
the rhyme to my sonnet,
the reason to my rhythm,
the muse that prompts me,
and I breathe,
and I live
to be your
twilight
when the world
forgets that
you
are
an ethereal star,
brighter than the rosiest dawns.
Tripping on the waves of fascination,
Could the tail lights of your love be far ahead?
The ripple effects of yesterday, can be felt today.
The balance of separation, not so equal for both.
Evaluating the coverage that you have been giving me,
Staring into your eyes, I am not sure of your love.
Scaling the levels of your desire throughout the years,
Never reaching the top will be forever on my mind.
Reaching into your temple of perfection,
Can you sense the change of direction?
Always trying to lure you into life's little games,
Don't always try to be perfect, let your instincts drive you.
Animal behavior sweeps through all that have come before.
Strange days have been bestowed upon your soul.
The secret commentary of your life has been revealed.
A slight opening in your appearance has amazed all.
Just missing the opportunity as I venture on.
Hustling others has become a game of adventure for you.
Not buying into your cover up, I have told others.
Your intricate smiles has been the venom of many.
Run run run rapidly readily rigorously
Reaching roads rivers railways
Run run run rough remote rambling routes
Realizing regret remorse remain redundant
Run run run re-evaluating racing rituals
Remaining respectful responsible relaxed
Run run run repetitively run run run repeatedly
Do dreams come true?
Certain as the sea is blue
I know that somewhere grass is greener
Lands that sleep brings ever nearer
Where rainbows sail across the sky
Just follow them and hope to find
A pot of gold, full, overflowing
With galleons and silver pieces
Good wishes, butterfly kisses
And I will dip my hand inside
To take for me all of what´s mine
But then I wake and it all fades
In light of stark reality
Where everyone and everything
Is so much more intimidating
And every choice, move or decision
Seems like a be all end all mission
So when it comes to push or shove
Moment of truth, ready or not
Will I fall or will I fly?
Will I even dare to try?
To grasp these thoughts and make them real
For they all say don´t think just feel
If you want it then just take it
Neat and simple
Like a dimple
Doesn´t seem so complicated
And still yet I hesitated
It is somewhat paralyzing
All this nonstop analyzing
Evaluating calculating
Listing all the pros and cons
And thousand possible outcomes
Mind keeps spinning round and round
And when it stops what will be found?
I´ll never know with time enough
Doubtlessly hindsight´s the stuff
It makes me yearn and moan if only
This or that I´d not be lonely
So wait not waste not
Seize the day, take a chance
The dawn may change the circumstance
For better or worse
Whatever the course
Just do it, close my eyes and jump
Have faith I will survive sans bumps
And though the landing likely won´t be
Exactly like I pictured it
That doesn´t mean the choice was wrong
‘Cause when all is said and done
I´ll still look back with satisfaction
For I had the strength and gumption
To risk it all, answer the call
To take control
I took the hits
And it was worth it!
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that reaches for the highest of heights.
I use the clouds as a helpful step to rest my feet as I reach.
Stretching my arms up high, trying to grasp a hold of the stars.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that struggles through the thistles and thorns.
Reaching forward, eyes tearing up as I bleed for the light that will soon be mine.
I use the light's rays as motivational beams, urging me forward.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one who fights through the ridicule and puns.
I fly through the maze of the bombardment of insults and put downs, straight to my prize.
I use the tormenting words as encouragement to later prove them wrong.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am the one that searches for truth.
I wander through a world of lies and tricksters as they try to make me lose focus.
Discovering traps and evading paths of lies by evaluating them with logic and reason.
With every lie evaded, I inch closer to the truth.
Call me the dreamer of dreams.
I am that one, the one who dreams.
For without dreams I am nothing, but a human with no purpose.
And when my dreams are reached, the scars I will wear proudly.
For the struggles I had faced will stand as validation to how much my dreams are worth.
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Fruits
Vegetables
Whole grains
Legumes and pasta
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Riot
Violent, Chaotic
Burning, Fighting, Running
Voices of the oppressed
Revolutionary
Patriot
Duty, Freewill
Bombing, Killing, Occupying
I love my country
Soldier
Peace
Unreal, Illusive
Talking, Disagreeing, Defending
Pie in the Sky
War
Factories
Routine, Processed
Evaluating, Regulating, Producing
It’s about the money
School
...early Spring walk around 3.2mi. Lake Calhoun...so named after controversial industrialist sotten with checkered past...movement underway to return name to Native American Dakota "Bde Maka Ska" White Earth Lake.
Purple Finches trill their soothing song
to people walking around Lake Bde Maka Ska,
a deep glacial lake in the heart of Minneapolis.
A lone Eagle cruises above, easily snatching
spawning Carp from the shallows, gracefully
cruising away, talons firmly clutching the
writhing Carp.
I enjoy watching families enjoying their first
walk around the lake, infants in strollers taking in their first inhalations of sights, sounds and
smells after winter isolation.
Young people wander wide-eyed, wondering
how the world sees them, as they establish
identity through dress, movement & interaction
with others...subtle changes will occur as the
summer evolves...reacting or not, to perceived
reflection.
Most of all, I enjoy my own movement,
evaluating subtle changes I notice in myself,
returning to the park bench by the path where
I comfortably situated my 87yr. old Mom,
grateful to have the opportunity to once more
enjoy our city of lakes, wondering how many
more such gifts she will enjoy,
Grateful
for
the
moment
5/7/17
Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society.
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation.
To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of human grace,
Aristocrat, Barbarian excommunication, excellence of allocation.
Mom says,’ Son’ go and sleep’ rising Sun brings bounded calculation’.
Intensive, restraint viscosity reliance, consciousness of annihilation,
A grain roaster, provocative nobler, a big bundle of convocation.
Bubbling well being blazed meandering futurist contrivance face,
A winnover shabby, recommital mumpish, a rational versification.
A readymade self imposed Leader fatal solubility calcumination.
Mum says,’ Son, ‘go and sleep, optimist opportunist evaluating eternity’.
Mom never says,’ son, ‘go and fight’ recarnation is a mean formality’.
I can’t believe, I am in ICU
Now that I am, Life want to see U
From ICU, THROUGH ICU... ... ...
Retrospecting.... .... ...
Using morality and spirituality as a cornerstone
Devotedly set off to build mansion of success
Laid Foundation solid, walls incomplete for right stones
Fear of losing or sense of deprivation never put me down
FAITH in HIM, not barring belief that I am chosen one
Chose HIS mission to raise the bar in everyone
Now that I am in ICU
Life want to see U, BEYOND ICU... ... ...
Introspecting.... ... ...
Many believe, ICU is a stage between Life and Death
However, Life is stage, ICU the break-in-between
Karma’s audience evaluating life-death cycle umpteen
Worry never resolves, Destiny ever evolves
In HIM Life's solution lies, in death too HIS solution lies
Nobody can create vacuum, NO BODY can fill vacuum
Now that I am in ICU
Life, want to see U, WITHOUT ICU... ... ...
THE RAVEN (NOT FROM POE)
A raven chick attempted first flying lesson
He didn't quite make his preplanned destination
Mother bird stood by evaluating his flying foray
Okay is good but good is not okay
There's more to this story and it's all true
Mother had something more before she
was through
When her little bird alighted on one of
canyons' ledges
She flew to him and placed a treat from
her beak into the fledger's
But there are some who have no use for birds
Using birds as models for disparaging words
Pointing a finger "bird brain" they will say
Not realizing the finger is pointed the wrong way