Best Figure It Out Poems
Time has come
For me to put paper to pen,
Or is it pen to paper?
If I put paper to pen
Is it on top or down below?
If I put pen to paper
Which direction does it go?
I opt for the one
Where I sit down to write,
Not the one
Where I stand on my head all night.
If I can't figure this out real soon
I fear my poetic days are doomed.
Looks like there's only one way to win
I'll drag out my typewriter
And start over again.
I do not feel comfortable
Why does the elevator move so slowly
The light flashes ... the fourth floor
Out in the gloomy hall that appears
My mind is racing with impatient thoughts
In all its decay
a whisper among the other sounds of the night
Mystery casts shadows
The shadows of the past
may have roots far back
Eyes that see things that does not exist
Maybe I should not listen to old stories
I can still turn ... ("chicken")
even though it is madness
The back room - behind reality
A door that leads to nowhere
just a handful of dust under the sky
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13.09.2020
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God Gave us FREE WILL..
When we figure out our problems ourselves..there comes a true gratification.
Figure it Out for YOURSELF
My Father I ask you..
what do I do.
Can't figure it out..
need a moment with you.
My prayers seem unanswered..
My strength almost gone.
Please give me the will..
to carry on.
I heard quite softly
a voice in my mind.
"I gave you free will..
never left you behind.
The strength that you search for
is always within your reach.
Remember I love you..
It's your heart you must teach."
So I reminded myself..that I am quite strong.
Been through many challenges..all life long.
I have picked myself up..before many times.
Will comes from soul..it never confines.
So I taught my heart..that it's about time.
To bask in the sun..enjoy the wine.
So when we feel our strength is gone.
Reach into your soul..know you belong.
Your soul is priceless..LIFE'S not about wealth..
but God wants you to figure it out for yourself.
I think I’ll just stare at the wall for a while,
painted in latex, light beiges and creams
Searching for nail holes in random-like patterns,
counting the cracks that appear at the seams
Glance at the baseboard, an alternate color,
maybe a calendar hung from a hook
Red and blue dates with a few of them circled,
months of the year hanging there as I look
Gaze at an outlet, it’s face made of plastic,
switches that point to the fixture they light
Dark jagged lines by a chair that is rubbing,
corners and ceilings and floors all fit tight
Seeing the texture and shapes it’s creating,
abstract illusions as faces appear
Near the reflection of blinds from the window,
illumined distortions that aren’t really clear
Flat as a pancake, not sure if that matters,
straight as an arrow, hey that’s kind of cool
Strong as an ox, that is one man’s opinion,
he was the carpenter wielding the tool
Funny, but while I am sitting here staring,
it seems that it is now staring at me
It doesn’t blink, never changing expression,
making me wonder just what does it see
I shouldn’t worry, it’s merely a structure,
sheet rock and lumber supporting the roof
Something to separate one from another,
see for yourself if you really need proof
So….
That is my day if you happen to wonder,
pen in my hand amidst office decor
Jotting some lines that are found in the boredom,
perhaps next time I will stare at the door
Right now in my life I’m at a turning point
Trying to be an adult and not disappoint
I realize I’m not a child anymore
But I don’t know what my future has in store
Taking on the challenges of living on my own
Planting life within the ground and having those seeds sown
Driving a car, paying bills while going to school
Not living with my parents; under my own rule
Finding a career; something I’m good at and enjoy
Trying to find a full time job or place that will employ
Trying to find a wife with whom I’ll settle down
Finding a home and raising kids in a quiet homely town
Growing up and trying to make something of myself
But all of this cannot be done unless you find yourself
I know that all my poems may seem contradictory
One moment I seem really down and then talk about victory
One moment I talk about heartache, then about purpose
I’m trying to express my emotions that lie below the surface
Everyday I battle things that lie within my mind
But I try to give others hope, assist them, and be kind
I’m at a point in my life where I’m trying to find myself
My future now is much too hazy and won’t reveal itself
I thank you for reading these poems and letting me speak my mind
Maybe some inspiration or hope from these words you’ll find
I’ll still keep searching for the answers to find what life’s about
For now my life’s a mystery; I’m trying to figure it out
I have an hourglass figure, it is simply divine
When hold me in your hands you’ll see the sands of time
You need to flip me over I can time it to perfection
If I do it perfectly I will always have your affection
You simply will adore me and keep me all your life
Hey guys I am an egg timer and not your ideal wife!
Jan Allison
5th September 2014
Must life really change
Perhaps words just rearrange
Interests ~ triteness
By
David Kavanagh
you're attentive and say the right things
when you're good, you're very good
i wish i knew what needs to be said
what to say to set you ablaze
in order for you to light my fire
i don't want to tell you what i like
or worse tell you what i need
truth be be told, i'm not really sure and
i refuse to be responsible for putting words to it
in fact i want you to make the effort
to figure out what will please me
is that too much to ask?
i am reaching for the stars?
please make the effort to figure it out
it's in your best interest, that's no doubt
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
to prevent unwanted pregnancies-
we need to quiet our hips and ignite
our hands and mouths,,,you figure it out
I’m trying to get mom home
That’s what you told your son
A few days before that
You decided to make us one.
You’re lying to him or me
Or maybe it’s to both
You better figure it out
Before you take that oath.
I put all my trust in you
And you do something like this
I don’t know what to think anymore
I thought there would finally be bliss.
But apparently I am wrong
It’s always something with you
I don’t know if I can take much more
I am so sick of feeling blue.
You need to make up your mind
And do it now today
I love you and I need you
But I might have to go away.
I am under a bridge
it is cold, wet, dank, dark,
there is an ominous feeling
i know i am not alone
whatever is here holds me easily
i try to scream but have no voice
i want to leave but i am transfixed in place
held by something terrifying
not a human or a creature
possibly something inside of myself
something that knows i cannot leave
until i figure it out,
this is a reoccurring dream.
What if I never figure it out?
Am I going to die here?
The reserved, reticent, and silent she
Was demure and thoughtful as she could be
Soft as a feather
In all kinds of weather
Manic crazy after landing thee.
Get your head outta the clouds, Kai
It's never gonna happen
F*cking figure it out, Kai
It's not meant to be
A beautiful time to sit with 'self.'
In this salient silence, you'll soon find your help
Alone, close, and unbothered
Quiet, away, and untethered
Silence the noise of your mind
Then welcome peace that's divine
When pain comes, it's okay to unwrap a cry
But don't dwell on it; just let it fly
When the ugly face of disappointment appears
Find solace, reflect, and then start again with no fears
When the clouds get dark and stout
It's okay to contemplate and sit it out
But when your lips crinkle and you start to pout
By all means, go figure it out