Best Hyped Poems
All this hyped up glam and glitz
giggly girls break down in fits
these mascara clad boys devoid of wits
The shallower they go, the deeper it gets
Sillouettes lacking inner angles and lines...
The substance goes absent when the light shines...
Plotless drama without direction, still winds
These tragically bad fads spread like vines
Overrun with Reality shows depicting what's REAL
A mass zombie audience digesting their meal
Not In, but outside, this box they soften like veal
Staring at a screen that numbs how they feel
When did the war on intelligence start?
Losers not knowing that losing's not smart...
Cable providers gladly doing their part
News channels selling half-truth ala carte
I will be a rebel and fight for your mind
Hiding remote-controls where they won't find
Trading entertainment for knowledge in kind
Giving books out to the voluntarily blind
It's gonna be a BATTLE!!! WHO'S COMING WITH ME??!!
Categories:
hyped, funny, people, social
Form:
predictable pairing
like plans and lovers
two sparrows fly, flirt
wing beats hyped
to dull the scent of overcrowded news
in spring air, grinning
scrappy species
two birds that pitch and swoop
an operatic flow
their sheen of relatability
braided together
a courtship gallantry
in circled bolts
when two birds fly about you
suspenseful joy
like an untroubled sigh
re-directing thought
seasonal movement
a flight of promise
that opens to the sky
Categories:
hyped, beauty, bird, happiness, spring,
Form:
Free verse
When your heart
corresponds
with your mind,
then, give it a shot,
you write
back to me
what expressions
you so badly
need
to bleed;
the characterisation
of letters
are alphabet soup
to me, child's play,
peeling tattoos
like bells ringing
over a tongue
not speaking,
I swallow words
hungrily
then I spit them out,
bullets that pierce
a page,
bulls eyes
staring back
through the black holes,
the other silent horns,
all silently complicit
small missions
of truth
cornucopias,
wearing through
the thin fabric
of ludicrous
fantasy
feathers that fall
from soft pillows
quaking against
levees breaking
the barriers hitting marks
the sands of time broken,
river banks splitting,
the bodies drowned
and sucked up
like works of art
in a hyped up
Hieronymus Bosch,
if you are in deep
you can make sense
of it all,
you know you're in it,
that picture, way, way
up to your eyeballs
brushing against
all the others, removed,
flotsam and jetsam
in the wash, sensing
the path they all took,
but the mystery
of never quite knowing,
like a smell, pervades
charcoal tears
melt all the ways
a heart can be kicked
down and gutted
witnessed through
gilt edged windows
full and jaded
to a gate opening,
the sound cracking
like a mouth
terraforming
dustied and green
the shaman soul
found underneath
it all, humourously
rustling sage over
the external,
a serious novice
for burning
small
exorcisms
smoking out
renegades, those
stubborn seeds planted
in long spent sentences,
those true romantics,
the forgotten ill-bred,
well-tilled, rebel poets
small
exorcisms
for burning
Candide Diderot. ‘24
violins.
Categories:
hyped, metaphor, mirror, poets,
Form:
Free verse
In the fifties leaders told
an innocent trusting
populace
to duck and cover.
Years later they felt
so foolish
for the easy way
they let their fears
be strummed.
It had worked so well
that with ignorance
and forgetfulness that goes
with time,
and the arrogance that goes
with power,
and a populace drained
of will,
and hyped by televised fears,
many rushed out to buy
duct tape.
Now in a land
birthed in religious freedom
we argued over mosques
while desperate matters
are left unresolved.
Somewhere in this land
a jackass is braying.
Categories:
hyped, political
Form:
Free verse
Often, people think themselves as objects
like remodeled decor hyped for exhibition...
they wear glittered masks and live
in the affirmation of others through false pride,
consumed by society's materialistic demands.
I notice pretentious vogue glossed with aging skin :
and when compelled to be like them—
ballroom furniture and power- hungry clowns--
I awaken my inner child, lithesome and more excited at
star-gazing than imitating worldly, rusted pomp.
....................
Ir0nic ZiNk 's What Is Society Contest
9/28/2016
Categories:
hyped, society,
Form:
Free verse
Aggravated because I was a vulnerable target to your ever-teasing jokes, quirks and games...a victim to taking things too serious and getting my mind hyped up about the things you say and do! I took things to the next level it seemed...take hold of this oath of odiumless pathways of peace, prosperity and chaotic commotion all packed-up in one box, so use your 7 senses outside of the box - I am changing by the hour and I was sweet as a tangerine, but now I'm as sour as a lemon-lime...breathe into me, sea sky of lullabies and harmonies in unison...embrace the truth of handsome hideous me...sprinkle salt and pepper upon my distasteful flavor by your ripened words of rigorous radiance (illumination that gives someone an epiphany)...enlighten me by your thunderous lightning in the dead of night and caress me with hugs and kisses of dusk dawns , for I will adore you unconditionally and for eternity and beyond...I love you infinity, so don't blurt me around in the audience as if you're the notorious nitwit (comedian), laughing hard enough by his too-desperate jokes to the pony when his sides hurt in front of the crowd of what's-happening and confusion exchanged momentarily ...temporarily... Hardly...
Categories:
hyped, deep, depression, desire,
Form:
Acrostic
The coolness of my basement makes me hyped
And the warmth of heaters makes me depressed.
The presence of my family makes me stressed,
Yet the remembrance of my semi-lover
Is what makes me foresee
The ripening of my arousing essence.
I am who I am and our sensational kiss
Was enough to transform everlasting bliss
Into a piece of my gradational adolescence.
Hoping for a kind of future with her.
'Cause now I'm so sure of how I feel,
I want this daydream of me and her
To become so magically real.
Categories:
hyped, crush, lust, passion,
Form:
Free verse
The kettle's on...
I'm thinking about the good old days as I begin to write
Thinking about my younger years, when the ground was colored white
After I was done playing in the snow, my mother set for me
Two brownies with some chocolate chips and a cup of sweetened tea
I always added a dash of cream to lighten up the taste
But these days, I eat just one brownie, I've got to watch my waist
Pouring the water...
The smell of tea just hits home, but I must prepare it right
Two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of cream but never all too light
Sipping...
Ah, that first sip always tastes so good,
it truly warms me up
And usually before I'm finished drinking it...
I'm thinking about a second cup
Another sip...
Tonight, I'm dipping in my tea, some peanut butter on white toast
Growing up, and still today, I love that combo most
Another sip...
I love to stay up late at night, drinking tea and watching flicks
And when I'm done and all hyped up, canoodle for some kicks
Last sip...
Well, it's getting late, so I must go now...
As I sip my last taste of tea
Besides the fact it's getting late...
Got to hurry, damn it... ((I've got to pee))
Categories:
hyped, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
There’s a Virus
There’s a virus! Let’s go mental quick
Lock up your valuables they might get sick
There’s a virus! The media’s gone crazy
You'll lose your hair and you'll become lazy
There’s a virus! Let’s all run for the hills
Grab your coffins because they say it kills!
There’s a virus! Abandon the schools!
That’s brilliant the government likes fools!
There’s a virus! Please give it a rest!
It kills the elderly if they don’t wear a vest!
There’s a virus! It’s just like last year
But the media love it because you're filled with fear!
There’s a virus! All right! crawling on all fours!
I’ll live like a hermit and won't go outdoors
There’s a virus! Well I’m ready to go!
I don't believe this over hyped, media show!
There’s a virus! But it’s now on page ten
There's something new and it all starts again!
David Cox 10/03/20
Categories:
hyped, anxiety, humanity, humorous, world,
Form:
Ballad
A living tree has been planted to symbolize a life which has taken snuffed out, slained
in his prime.Detectives haven't solved the crime.Future basketball star where are you now
heaven or purgatory.Your soul needs to rest,shooting hoops,doing lay-ups sweating,running
passing stop,go dribble,dribble,stop! screech, halt!. Running the back streets on the
late night tip trying to survive on the wrong side of town, travel, stop, play offense
is weaken only to live a hyped pipe dream,his defense is down and he knows they have
come to gun him down so he decided to run to the other side of town.Do what it takes to
become a superstar on to lose his soul. Everyone asked was he in the dope game no one
really knows living lies that didn't get him far only to live a false pipe dream. Was
he playing the role of a double life to eventually be "X" out of the game no one really
knows his soul still lingers in death park. Listen it is late, it is dark neighbors
continue to mourn the ball player's lost.Neighbors can still hear the basketball hitting
the back board in death park.
Categories:
hyped, teen, death, basketball, death,
Form:
Tonight’s Debate
Oyez, oyez six pm pacific time don’t be late!
to watch a ninety-minute presidential debate
Biden hyped up on Mountain Dew
vs the walrus who’s Cu cu ca choo
My choice MSNBC the only one I tolerate
Categories:
hyped, history, humor, political,
Form:
Limerick
My favorite time of the day is when I'm ballin'
I am the best and nobody can stop me
When i cross; the defenders are fallin'
Everyone who watches gets to see
And hear the sound of the swish
The spectators start to go crazy
I get them more hyped when I go under my leg for the dish
The crowd goes wild when I pull up for THREEEEEEE
I am compared to Larry Bird
In my opinion I am even better
Whenever I drive the defenders grab my shirt
It's time to deliver this letter
Like the mailman Karl Malone
I've also go great stamina
There is ice stuck in my bones
I can rebound like Ralph Sampson
In conclusion, I am the best
I know how to ground and pound
To all of the rest:
I always put it down
Categories:
hyped, basketball, cool, fun, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
At the drug store, what to choose?
All those choices do confuse.
Vitamins for gals or men?
Over 50? Pick again!
DayQuil, NyQuil, ZzQuil or
Generic ones made by the store?
Tablets, caplets, maybe gels?
Wonder which one better sells.
Dental floss in mint or plain?
Waxed or unwaxed? What a pain!
Lotions for your winter itch
Look the same, so which is which?
I’m exhausted when I leave
Even though I do believe
Products with a different name,
Though hyped as best, are all the same!
Categories:
hyped, confusion, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
before Jeezy and Weezy
before going platinum was easy
before rock wit it snapping and leaning
before the souls of B.I.G and Pac was leaving
before the media hyped the east and the west into beefing
before thugging was a part of emceeing
before your image was the star it was words and meanings
before the girls in Compton sang we want Eazy
before Rakim told us to follow the leader
before Run was rhyming about his Adidas
before Grandmaster Flash got his first set of needles
before rappers delight pumped out of radio speakers
before djing,break dancing,emceeing,grafhetti
before I learned to tie up my sneakers
before my mom felt the kick of a fetus
before Africans were kidnapped and beaten
before Harriet Tubman lead them to freedom
before blacks were considered 3/4 people
before the pilgrims left for religious freedom
before Judas sold out Jesus
before the serpent deceived eve in the garden of Eden
before light seperated the morning and evening
I HAVE LOVED YOU
Categories:
hyped, black african american, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Waking me in the wake of her brilliance
words spoken,written in convoluted high tones
ringing meaning esoteric and quite unknown
the craft was hyped in meteoric terms
shining bright, sending craven tremulous brain numb.
Harking, in glory she strode the road
on which no one else was allowed
they lined up till she ticketed
them for her rich comments
looking at the teeming crowd
I too went and pushed as a throng on.
She was allaying the fears of an unwary(me included)
do not worry if you do not know'tense agreement'
I am here and with you the manna heaven sent
I would 'salad';I would 'marinate'; I would'contemplate'
and 'I would ruiminate',for heck as sure I would,
your poem would come out shining from wood
wait till I am through with that ,sit there in suspense
as I put on spectacles English and thrash you hence
the poor bloke waited with breath baited
like a rabbit flagellating as a helpless bait.
After an hour, the wise lady looked up
gave a list of typos to the poor bloke as his corrective sup
and in the end she wrote
with ten spell mistakes of her own galore
this poem was all wrong and even the topic was
actually this guy should have come to me
and got the poem written by me
on a topic of my choice
and claimed this was his and will be
it was only then would I give a positive critique
as it stands it is a loser because this do-no-good
pooh phah phah, is the author.
Now let me do the right thing
somebody close has died
yes,he did and they did not lie
I began a poem for lament
but that young bloke came like scent
I forgot the lament and wrote
a collaboration of ass cream whip and ah! in it sent.
Well the critique royale with her hyped and marketed skills is on to her next critiquing ticket.
Categories:
hyped, lifeme,
Form:
Free verse