Best Hypes Poems
Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
His blunders, for sure-
We have to endure;
To caring, he does not espouse.
Those mishaps, like names he misspoke-
For sure, were not meant as a joke.
But much worse by far
His failures that scar-
Appeasing the will of the woke'!
Day-one, he shut down the pipeline-
made our oil production decline.
Gas prices- despise!
While heating bills rise!
We now must import and consign!
Appalling- how he shut that door
To exit the long Afghan war!
Left our troops behind-
Their rescue declined
In spite of their sacrifice bore!
Our vast Southern border, exposed-
All previous rules- he opposed.
He let millions in
And, to our chagrin-
Come outlaws and drugs- unopposed!
Bad crimes multiply by the day;
The victims now feel cast away.
With no fines or bail,
Or time spent in jail-
No need that bad guys must obey!
Inflation's gone way off the chart;
We dread the time spent at the mart.
Less food we now choose
For his brainless ruse-
Just printing out money's not smart!
And, last but not least, Hunter's life!
This son and his dad cause us strife.
With Chinese, each deals-
While 'The Big Guy' steals;
Through quid pro quo- they become rife!
Our media hypes left-wing views-
So, therefore, presenting fake news;
When really, they should
Show bad with the good;
Lay out all the facts to peruse!
November 25, 2022
Contest: The Bidens Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
hypes, america, corruption, how i
Form:
Limerick
I can read for days,
and write through the hypes,
I can age old beer with emotional nights,
I can eat a whole pie,
and pray not to die,
I can sleep with no sound,
just like you hide behind the pound,
I can see the wind,
I can taste the sky,
I can see that I wasn't here first-
because...look! There! That's the real guy!
I can find a foundation,
and prove procreation-
But I can't do it alone,
I need gyration,
...So far away from being old,
from singing songs that get played out by the bowl,
...But the apes did there part,
and so did the Nazi's...
and so did the internet...
and so did the moxie...
Because real people like jocking-
and fake ones like coughing,
Needy nights keep popping!
While wasted winter is still flopping.
When a dead prince is beating and haughty-
you are still lying-
and you are still bossing!
So keep reading the facts,
keep praying for slack,
keep wasting precious brain,
and making another feel insane,
come out and mac!
Do it again, and again,
and again and again!
Be gone in a pack-
like micro germs-
you discovered my nack.
Categories:
hypes, inspirational, people, philosophy, poetry,
Form:
Verse
I want to sing a song about Christmas
With a nice haunting melody
but so far i have nothing
no ideas coming to me
so I don't know what to write
or what I'm going to sing
I must find the answer soon
otherwise I will have nothing
what Christmas mean to me
I must find the right words to say
if I don't get something soon
then the idea would just go away
The true meaning of Christmas
Is hardly ever pursue
Some thinks its just to eat and drink
Give a gift and say Marry Christmas to you
I want to find the true answer
Cause I don't want to get it wrong
And for me to share it with you
I have to put the words where it belong
Cause this life's already confusing
So I have to be careful with what's being said
I don't want to say the wrong words
And play mind games with your head
I am just like you
I am just regular man
We can never comprehend god wisdom
Cause his work we can't understand.
All we know is he send his son
To show mankind the right way
And because of him
We celebrate Christmas today
Its the only time of the year
That we does show that we care
Then after that we become blinded
To the unfortunates every where
So as I struggle to find a melody
Of a song or a poem to write
I would not give up
I would still hold on to my pen tonight
And I will have a drink of brandy
And watch my Christmas tree light
And if I get sleepy
Then I will turn in early tonight
The true meaning of Christmas
Is some thing I think we already know
And it is to love one and other
But only For Christmas people will show a little love
Its nice to feel appreciated
Its nice to give a gift or two
But its also sad for the rest of the year
To feel neglected like every one forget you
In today's society
Its so easy to judge wrongfully
Its a dog eat dog world
Slowly taking over humanity
We didn't come from an explosion
We are born from creation
I don't believe in all they dinosaurs hypes
Or that we come from evolution
And the same way we celebrate this Christmas
We will celebrate Ramadan and dewali to
And its not about religion or beliefs
Its about the love that lives in Me and you
So I will keep on trying
To write the perfect song
And if I am successful
Then the world would will join and sing along
Categories:
hypes, appreciation, celebration, celebrity, community,
Form:
Light Verse
Shattered heart,
Veins apart,
Shattered heart,
Is just a start...
Trust of yolk has been taken away,
All hypes and vibes been shaken astray,
The emptiness of hate still won't go away,
Sunken cries goes on with betray.
Shattered heart oh shattered heart!
Thou your pieces is still at bay,
But mighty Healer,the great dart,
Will wash away the pain at hay!
Shattered heart,
Pain at start,
Shattered heart,
Rejoice at last...
Categories:
hypes, lost love,
Form:
ABC
Strumming woes invade the greek pysche filled with ego and eid
three fingers wilted on the hands of destiny, tap mysteriously the mind lid
about to explode and summit like volcano , unknown as to its type
fate lines meander ,criss cross and form irregular hypes
crass brass of acts, shame the simpleton as he breaks into painful smile
never ever will that error be executed, he cries shoutingly
cannot retrace back that, is what kills so humungously
what an idiotic time that was when he bet fortune
on the loosing ,weak and unknown jockey and horse set
he was to and has lost the bet.
Categories:
hypes, life
Form:
Free verse
No man's too small to hoist a helping hand,
Nor any a deed too small if well-meant,
Nor a task too tough for a noble end,
Mind can if means can't make a mighty dent.
A journey of a daunting task off shore
Begins with but a single step forward,
‘Drop by drop filleth lakes’ is no vain lore,
An ounce of action… oft have we this heard.
Many a learned man knows this truth well,
But rather than help he spins hyper hypes.
Intention matters more, how a squirrel
Strove to earn mythical laurels and stripes,
So goes a tiny squirrel's tallest lore,
Silent did she work building a barrage—
An episode from an epic of yore,
So sang sage Valmiki of ancient age.
A folktale, an aside from Ramayana:
Rama's spouse abducted was to an isle—
Confined to a far off spot by Ravana,
That came camouflaged in a monk's fair guile.
When lured and mislead by a golden deer,
That too was the demon's bewitching guile,
In stealth when cried out, ‘O Lakshman, my dear',
And destiny unfolded in a while.
In Rama's voice the wily demon cried,
And Sita beseeched Lakshman, forcing him
To render help; what followed, a bad dream,
For, Ravan waited hiding in monk's hide.
The search began thence in woods and deep vales,
Hilly terrains, meadows and leas and dales,
And they came searching to where ends the land,
An ocean spread forth, looking like no friend.
Hanuman, Rama's key aid, a legend,
To whom no task too big was, such was he,
Then volunteered to leap across the land
To luring Lanka, a land across sea.
And returned soon with hopeful but sad tale:
Captive Sita’s safe in Ravan's red hands,
Who, in no mood peace parleys to avail,
Oh had to be dealt with on Lankan sands.
________________________________________
Originally Ramayana was written in Sanskrit by Valmiki, a sage who was a fierce bandit in his early life.
Epic | 06.04.13 |
Continued in Part II
Categories:
hypes, hero, work,
Form:
Epic
It’s the land of milk and honey,
you fail to see beneath stars and stripes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
The lifestyle seems to come so easy,
lost within stories and stereotypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Just getting by is a catastrophe,
inflation and basic survival snipes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Left coast dreams east coast tyranny,
always seem to be surrounded by hypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Pushing limits is what it was meant to be,
competition gives birth to prototypes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Stay grounded and look carefully,
flooded with media and fancy teletypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey,
hard work holds prosperous and free.
Categories:
hypes, america, emotions, feelings, freedom,
Form:
Villanelle
I attended three sermons in a row
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.
Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.
Sermon,
On Fridays and Sundays
Are they two unknown roads of Robert Frost?
Equally worn out? Equally taken along frequency?
So that strangers are mostly certain about the Tan, Sine and Cosine?
After an incessant rain , we could tell each other a tale , stopping, “Reign!”
Parentheses are like a memorandum of understanding, priorities of your own.
Papyrus,
After 5 pm, if they all there turn color blind to moo moo all the cows!
Cows that can type, and can create superb hypes!
I pressed, paused and neglected my churned up pasteurization
As for now,
Meaningful work-life -balance will do a sieve analysis, as per annum
Soup egg drops in an ocean of lemon grass
To make a way
As the cook was befitting!
Does not matter anyway, better leave her precious to leave or granted to go!
Silence is gold at times, and dollar values are poisons!
In-Activity or Inactivity
A silence knows the fairest reason!
Categories:
hypes, april,
Form:
Free verse
Arabic: (Alam) meaning "world" or "universe"
A character of a madman has a role in the play.
Henceforth, the casting was done,
Alam, the madman, to mentor in the acting,
the wanderer in the graveyard area
his folded sleeves hold the world, in fullest.
Throughout days, one might notice
his gesture, in talking, in walking, in waving
The way he solves all those problems in this lowly world
Within just a blink of an eye.
A face, covered with beard and mustache reminds often
The magnificent Karl Marx.
One might wonder if Karl Marx was himself a mad person, or not!
An absent-minded thought like this brings me smile
Through ages, men, way ahead than their time,
Preachers, revolutionists for a greater change
Falsified in their cults of blames of being “mad”,
more or less.
In midst of all this, a pair of fatigued, absent-minded eyes
Wander beyond the sky
faded songs of tragedies, lives.
Turbulent river waves ensure overflowing hypes
Ebb tides,
And Alam , one madman.
With him, I also reach my predestined tears, bursting ones
A drag of memorable gems!
Some of those days, graveyard walls Index finger, boasting higher,
All that loudness in noisy speeches, acted up, yet no lies
Alas! Utterance of these intrepid, bold truth, yet
Abandonment for ages!
Tonu, Muniya, Sundarbans, Black money, Tears of Mountains
How all those synagogues and worship places
are burning into ashes for race and class
Cities are burning down,
Neighborhoods, Maps, Palestine, Brussels, Paris
Angry fire of greed is burning down countries
Alleys and unknown cities.
Men are getting killed in broad daylight
With his proud civilization.
A saddened soul, I, return to my window
The tree branch, on the other side of windowpanes
greets my forehead, with its shadow, gently
And I simply wonder,
Everyone is acting quite fine these days
except
the one and only, Alam , the madman.
October 14, 2022
Tribute: This is an effort of a translation of a poem of poet Ehsan Nazim
Categories:
hypes, world,
Form:
Free verse
Happy ages long gone,.
Left me weak to the bone..
New hypes barely borne..
To boredom we were sworn..
How i cherish old days long gone.
Categories:
hypes, missing,
Form:
Free verse
To and fro, up and down
Traders in time in turns of toil
In bid of bliss and green- grounds
Tearful and gleeful, Cheerful and stressful
Hunt and hound for varied delights
Coming and going all the time
Voices of millions that vent all the way
In continuous cycles rushing along all day
Like busy ants saving for rainy days
And restless birds scurrying to perch
Streaming along day after day
Gathering and making meaning of scraps
They strut and thud
Putting up shades and hiding in tents
Along this far-flung space
Via momentous hypes they swirl
Amid punctures of conflicts and catharsis
Till again their restless feet
Weary out and others take their place
Categories:
hypes, adventure, leaving, life, morning,
Form:
Free verse
He reverts back to the scars of his youth
Fighting the demon he’s turning into
Trying to sweep away a fire
As he holds the igniter
Lighter fluids doused all over the broom
That's been his mood
He sits alone
looking a little confused
Why'd you saw me to the bone?
When you said it will just leave be a bruise
He’s neglected
He’s on his last leg
And he’s desperate
He’s hurtin’
So he decided he’s gonna get the last word in
Going to tip the glass left
Shake whatevers loose
And close curtain
He lifts his chin up
On a chair in his room
Hypes himself up
with whisky and valium
Tied a knot around his neck
And then tied the knot to his roof
There was nothing I could do
Just dug my hands into my head
Like I was about to tear it in two
I’m sorry that I left us
I feel sick to my soul
My brain feels infected
I just had to “dont know”
I needed help from feeling helpless
After al the sparkles I collected
I finally got the nerve
To speak up stop feeling nervous
Only to suffocate on every word
Categories:
hypes, addiction, allusion, anger, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
employer spouts hypes
disgruntling workplace gripes…
disinfectant wipes
Categories:
hypes, social, work
Form:
Senryu
You know the virus that disease we call hatred, that kin
we call jealousy it continues to spread that plague, the
prejudice the racism are we all stuck in that prism where
we yell free that convict that deserves to be convicted for
his sentence, but we live in a world, with heroes & villains
and all the heroes have been silenced so we cheer for the
villains, why is it we only fight when it involves grabbing a
gun or a knife but Dr. KING instilled in me that wasn't the
aim of civil rights in today's society where the trend is
being husband & wife but it's far from Holy the divorce
rate is the only thing that lives up to the hype so it's
obvious the media is the hype man that hypes you that
love isn't a issue but it literally rips threw the tissue
because it comes and goes and in a world where men
come & go and all she's left with is the thoughts and
emotions of how she was just exposed and it makes her
feel so low like she just try temporarily sold her soul and
it spreads, that mentality that men ain't this, but as an
employer the one you hire is a representation of what
you desire, so if he's a liar it's obvious you lied to yourself
making excuses for his triflingness was always bad for
your health, we spread hate before love so what's the
cure for that where if it isn't affecting us we ain't looking
back but I heard not being apart of the solution is
problem, and every problem starts with the root, so I
guess the question is how do you find a cure or win this
battle stop this epidemic when not choosing to fight has
caused us to lose
Categories:
hypes, faithmen, prejudice,
Form:
ABC
The World Cup went to Argentina.
Those who like it still drink Maltina:
In Nigeria, few, for love of France;
If France had won would have done some dance.
I guess Maradona had caused it;
Would have Super Eagles trounced and throat slit:
He was talking about some Six - Nil,
Sure he would not be climbing a hill...
And, since, it's been Football Enmity
One wouldn't guess its enormity
'Twixt Argentina and Nigeria,
Where Football Loss worsens Malaria.
That's Maradona as Muhammad Ali,
Hypes trying and seeking Staunch Ally.
Categories:
hypes, inspiration, prejudice, sports, western,
Form:
Rhyme