Best Exception Poems
I make something beautiful each day—
or I try.
I take my crippling sadness
and build a small light
knowing no one will see it,
no one will hold it.
It lives only long enough
to fade.
Because where there is love
there is loss,
and where there is joy
there waits the ache.
We are made to love,
and the love we’re given
for simply existing
will one day die
and carry with it
the confusion and the hurt.
So what do we do?
We begin again.
We make what we can
just to get through.
I’m only just learning this—
to accept the turning,
to accept the leaving—
because if I don’t,
someone else might carry
a sadness thats meant for me
People do certain things that irritates the hell out of me,
yet if you do these very same things, I respond differently.
I find it amusing and so very cute adoringly.
Just another sweet quality of your endearing personality.
You are the exception to my rule most definetly.
Just as I finally fully fathomed,
That the exception does indeed prove the rule.
They went and changed the rule,
And now the exception is no longer the exception.
Now instead of being the exception, I take exception.
When the majority is the minority,
And the minority rules the majority,
The new rule makes majority rule, the exception,
That proves the new rule and makes me take exception.
Which is something I find hard to Fathom.
I hope that I can have it fathomed,
Before the new rule,
Becomes an old rule,
And the exception that was an exception,
Is no longer an exception,
Making the rule beyond my ability to Fathom.
In the meantime
If you can find the time,
And your memory does not let you down,
I suggest you tone it down,
And avoid joining the majority,
As to become part of the minority,
Seems to be the only way to not become the exception to the rule,
So, you can stand in the minority and you too can rule,
While I go away and do some more fathoming.
You do everything right except for the fact that you don’t do it to me that way
I love that look except for the fact that you don’t look at me that way
I tell you everything except for the fact that I’m in love with you
In my dreams I was the exception, your exception
But the truth is I’m not
And I’ll never be yours
For now I’m just another rule
A primeval well accepted tradition
Once married a girl need to adjust
Even if the in-laws burn her to death
Put on a smile in front of the society
No authority to follow owned rights
Yes to all decided by unity except her
Get up each day with warmth for all
Even when it kills her thousand times
As marriage is a constitution to drive
Change the life of a girl without asking
A man’s world widely accepted by all
Women after all seen “behind” success
Esteem is so called the wealth of men
In the chauvinistic driven modern world
We talk of technology and progression
Yet the hearts within still unsecured
If women will really get empowerment
Will hamper our proclaimed self esteem
Keep them in veils, trap them in rituals
Many societies follow such strategy!!!
Safety and security for working women
Still a big question in this global forum
As change is feared to accept equality
Devils in form of men disgrace the esteem
Shaking the humanity and human culture
Acclaimed as the posh section of society
Hiding the deeply wore scorn in their face
Still there are instances so vivid and clear
Where prime religion is to worship Women
World prospers, whirls air particles in cheer
Why then apprehensions at some places
Still to accept the esteem of each other
Equation will be so fruitful and simpler
Self esteem of each will increase by itself
Protect a culture which gives growth to all
Adopt new changes and walk with time
Acceptance without exception…
Adds to self esteem of nation’s emblem
In the 8th grade, I realized something
I was overweight
Fat
And in my eyes unattractive
So I started starving myself
Me a 13-year-old starving so that I could be skinny
Pretty
Successful
Loved
That's what I assumed you needed
I thought that wearing a size 18 in dresses was a disgrace
I felt disgusting
I felt like nobody would ever love me
Because of I overweight
When I hit my freshman year in high school I had dropped two dress sizes
And joined choir not only for my love of singing
But because I knew singing for an hour would bring you down 100 calories
And that dancing would bring you down more
I was losing weight I was happy
But felt weak feeling dizzy from the lack of food in my system
Sophomore year of high school I was passing out
And having bad stomach pains
But I continued
Because my efforts got me a boyfriend
And I went down 3-4 dress sizes
Things were great but I was not skinny enough
By my senior year of high school, I was a size 9 in pants
Feeling weak dizzy sick and unloved
I continued and struggle to this day
I want to love my body
I want to love myself
As much as others have said they loved me
But it's hard because I am surrounded by beautiful women
All of varying sizes big and small but the media tells me small is what I should be
To be attractive to be successful to be loved
I fight now against a habit I have had for years
Finally willing to give it up
Because I know that its what is on the inside that counts
Not whats on the outside
And if someone judges you on your looks before getting to know you
You don't need them anyway
We are all beautiful in our own way
We as a population just need to realize that
So much sorrow and failure I see.
All are shipwrecked in life's angry sea.
Be it illness, divorce,
rack and ruin perforce.
The exception, of course... will be me.
I pray my verse may shelter you from storms life births.
Why rail, a curse that makes folks fear own fall from Grace,
or be so terse most heads are scratching! (What's been said?)
Let poem's rhyme, its logic's thread of twisted strands,
loom's warp be mime for woof I weave to form whole cloth.
Most don't have time for poetry, dream dreams have worth!
Let me explain! I'm fond of dreams that lift eyes up
from traveled plain (though few will yield a better life,
and dragons slain more fraud), but some can give heart wings!
Our times are strange. 'Fake news' (all facts I hope aren't true)!
And that can't change (unless it's just a magic trick
that you arrange!) Consider risk that time might stop!
Give poem pass! Five stars are all I need from you!
Why risk impasse! Most praise not worth a "fare thee well!"
I don't share grass, but I'd be glad to help you serve!
Brian Johnston
27th of March in 2023
uncommon is rare
common factor is of all
exception's rarest
Perfect Life With One Exception
It does not make sense
You watch your body
like a hawk at war
You run, you yoga
You watch what you eat
You're a vegan
a healthy nut
bottled water
plenty of sleep
Great family
with two kids
and a dog
Yet why
do you
smoke
connie pachecho
2/9/2017
Your my only exception
You are the perfect distraction
from my life of disaster and pain
You are the smile on my face
the only thing keeping me sane
You are the image of perfection
you bring my heart to completion
although it is torn
with you it is now whole
to my love you are sworn
like fire you warm my soul
like water you cleanse my spirit
like earth you keep me grounded
like wind you carry my wings so I can soar
but it brings me to tears when I realize
you are a mere wish rather than a reality
a dream I keep dreaming
real love is a mate
who finds no need to hover
few and far between
Bedazzled
by the beauty of night:
you gaze at trillions of twinkling stars.
Mesmerized,
you commute with the stars:
feeling like you're connected somehow.
Overwhelmed,
the sanctity of space
encompasses you: body and soul.
Miracles
are rarely in plain sight:
one exception is the universe.
New negative sooth
Showed a true reality
Which was the truth
Of living in this world ability
Behavior of person
Was judged with word
And thought worsen
Going to length and surd
Also Breath of journey
And on covering the everyone
To please is not exactly possible turny
If someone failed to understand one
The thoughts of ambience
Then its a negative reality
The ideas of ambience fill
Has to be accepted ability
Otherwise one will action
Go into a category of exception.
I reject the rejection
I’m about to receive
I reflect the reflection
Without being seen
I confuse the confusion
Tie it up in a knot
I’d dilute the delusion
But Merlin I’m not
I infect the infection
With a greater disease
I detect the detection
With the greatest of ease
Disconnect my connection
Ride it out on my own
I’ll direct my direction
Then find my way home
~Billy Hitz~