Best Irrational Poems
Rational me is capable and whole
Irrational me has complete lack of control
Rational me is happy and relaxed
Irrational me panics and cracks
Rational me views life in a positive light
Irrational me battles crippling fear without hope in sight
Rational me makes the most of every day
Irrational me wants to sleep the day away
Rational me is clear...has clarity
Irrational me is afraid…engulfed by anxiety
Rational me sees beauty and light
Irrational me faces a darker plight
Rational me lives life on the right track
Irrational me suffers debilitating panic attacks
I'm sittin' here just thinkin'
what bird I'd like to see
High up on a flag pole
just standin' over me
I thought of every kind of bird
from eagle to a dove
but I really must admit
it's the Turkey that I love
Now you might just started thinkin'
a whole lot less of me
But looking at Our Congress
PLEASE tell me what YOU see
Note: Okay, my friends, I am experimenting with erotic poetry; please
be gentle with me, okay...? I want to explain...the form that I
am working on is not pornographic, but the physical relative
to the emotional. In essence, the characters "feel" a connection
to a particular person...sexual with emotional.
Mistakes...
I've made too many in my life.
You know that you make me crazy...? Yes, you know.
I'm always tripping...and falling...
and breaking...
knowing that only you can cure this insatiable appetite.
Why does love make me so delusional...?
After all, I am a grown woman, but the hunger for you
makes me willing to do almost anything just to look into
your eyes for one moment...
just one moment with you, baby...
and I'll be okay.
Tell me you love me, honey...
Let me feel the life between your soft thighs...taste you...
I'll be bad and go down...always...
day or night...
my tongue, deep into your throat as I squeeze that tight
little behind of yours...
My lipstick will be your tattoo.
Love...? Lust...? Both...?
I want to discover the truth that is living inside of me, allowing
me to be vulnerable to perform...anything.
Let's get wild.
My arms are opened, baby...
Come in.
Another note: This was the censored version.
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
My dread began in 2006, on TV his face did appear
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
He lies in wait as you sleep, his head on your bedpost
Behind the blinds in your living room, his plastic face so near
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
You’ll find him in your bubble bath leaving you comatose
And check the backseat of your car, you’ll find him there my dear
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
He stalks you around corners gazing at you with a leer
Creeping behind you at the ATM, his royalty so close
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
Seeing him during Halloween made my heart stop almost
To me, the reason for my irrational fear is certainly quite clear
The cause of one of the mental illnesses that I’ve been diagnosed
Dethrone the King, remove his crown, and bid him adios
With a lethal dose of narcotics, I know that’s quite severe
What he’s capable of, I do admit, frightens me the most
The Burger King with the giant head is definitely morose
*I wrote this poem on April 15, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 15 and the prompt was: Write a villanelle. Use one of the following prompts: A memory you can’t get rid of, a bad habit, an irrational fear, or an obsessive desire for someone or something. I choose to write about an irrational fear of mine. My irrational fear is the mascot from the fast food restaurant Burger King.
Those Irrational numbers used in maths,
They lead to understanding what's real,
Those numbers rationalise all that we make,
Like building a perfectly round wheel,
With pi and e and the Golden ratio,
And of course the square root of two,
We can now create everything,
Though Pythagorians thought it taboo.
And how irrational numbers, with a small leap of faith,
Made us logical, stable and wise,
Like the small leap of faith in an irrational god,
When he sent down those three little wise guys.
Yet we try to rationalise the bizarre,
The whimsical, nonsense of insane,
Though it can’t be defined in maths or a bible,
Or in a simple quatrain.
Sometimes I dream about irrational fears
When I wake up it find myself in tears
It's uncontrollable and not his fault
Old news, been discussed and I felt better
So when these moments come along
I try my best to lock it in my vault
Hard to trust when paternal instincts weren't enough
To keep a man honest and protective
You've looked him in the eye over and over
When you find out the truth
Feels like they're ejecting your love
[This poem is based on 2 forms: Lanterne & ABC]
fear
grinds with
heartless greed-
insatiable
jaws
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Light up the Page 4 Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
Placed 4th
© 10th April 2019
Nothing more than a nut
Your words are nonsense
You think irrationally
Its hard to make sense of anything you say.
Nothing more than a troll
You live at the computer
Feeding off of the lives of others
Gaining pleasure in messing with peoples minds.
It's all fun and games till the lying starts
You get yourself caught up with so many people
You forget who you are
Leading people on by the dozen.
Thinking everyone's out to hurt you
You hear those irrational thoughts inside your head again
You feel like you have to be alone in the world
In reality you are the one hurting yourself, boy.
One day and one space bar later an irrational iguana put on a wetsuit and some roller skates and left the house. He met with his friends on the way who were waiting at the shop. They were bug eyed swamp who was a squalid squid who squirted herons for a living, the jackdaw juggler whose skills had won many awards worldwide, and the reedy red robust rooster whose crowing could be heard from the moon. They were all dressed in wet suits. They entered the shop and bought an array of drinks and snacks and body boards and surf boards. As well as goggles and flippers. Then they made their way down the sunset road towards the busy beach. Their arrival sparked interest from lounging semi clad pouting puffa fish whose bikinis left little to the imagination. "Later" said the iguana to his friends who were ogling the cakes on display. Then after lecherously looking the friends dashed into the waves. Up and down the waves they went. With such fine agility that passing dolphins sharks whales and fish clapped and sang approving and congratulatory songs of sea to them. When the sun began to set they returned to the beach. And drank their beverages and ate their snacks accompanied by all the semi clad cakes. They lit a fire and had a party. Then walked the semi clad cakes up the mountain pass to the home of meal worm mansion. There they all stayed. Staying sharpens sea setting standing striping striking stroking stuff. And a pile of towels jump around in glee. Rubbing their hands together. Wow. Such an story should be retold in an operatic style in a theatre. A va mi no lono ima ima de. Said the hallway table. Then it was time to sleep. Goodnight. Z at two to three marbles to twelve circulating crystalline plates. X iconographic Z Z AT
Irrational thoughts invade my privacy
Full of a negative type hypocrisy
Leveraged bets on what's placed for free
Looking directly at what's not to see
Angry enough although done happily
Arguing although you tend to agree
Acting like the boss but still a trainee
Living the lies within your own fantasy...
bmdavey@04/15/18
AN ALLEGORICAL MATH LESSON
(Rational And Irrational Numbers)
1.
Rational numbers,
And irrational numbers,
Teach many lessons:
Allegorical lessons,
On the living of our lives:-
2.
We must live rationally;
Living irrationally sucks:
Swallowing life’s goals:-
That teasing “pie in the sky”,
Must be assessed by squaring
With God’s sage divine wisdom,
And His repeating guidance:-
3.
Thus, always strive to be
In logical reasoning
With ourselves, and with others:-
With deception all wiped out,
And all wrong things put aside,
Always seek to do what’s right:-
time is....
patterns seen
in a....
randomness of
upredictabilities as...
probabilities of
potentials that...
surround us
naturally as...
being existent
differences in....
everything including
all forms...
that perceive
survival or...
maybe not
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My angel wears no halo
Resembling, more closely, a crown of thorns
Stabbing deeper every day
She cries out to me
But I’m too busy
Fighting off the ones
Pounding in the nails
Where do I begin
To make you understand?
It’s not the broken road behind you
It’s the fact that you’re still pressing on
My angel wears no halo
Doesn’t need light to shine
Flash forward through the years
Empty, save our hands clamped together
Standing ever vigilant
Guarding each other
In the stead of absent angels
Just as, for each other
We provide our own personal Heaven
Where do I begin
To make you understand?
It’s not the broken road behind you
It’s the fact that you’re still pressing on
My angel wears no cross around her neck
Too busy with the one on her back
She cries out to me
“Don’t give up on me
You’re the only one who can mend the world around me”
As the tears stream down my face
I relinquish her from the burden
Let me carry it a while
Just take my hand
Just take my hand
Where do I begin
To make you understand?
It’s not the broken road behind you
It’s the fact that you’re still pressing on
My angel wears no halo
Irrationally speaking
I speak irrationally, seeking,
Ease to appease my mind
Patience gradually decreasing.
Weeping.
Not understood
But I, understand
Motives need rationalization,
But rationale was never in Allah’s plan.
My world revolves around confusion
It is the means by which progress is made
The reasonable man lays stagnant
I’m unreasonable, so I’ll lead the way.
I’ve left the compliance of reality
Really I expect none to relate,
Surround by those with there own menu
I will never eat off anyone's esle plate.
I am wrong
Am I wrong
Or just wronged
I shall never make sense to the world
Rationality is an imprisonment
I am the irrational from which progress shall unfurl.
In a world of endless choices, so often do we roam,
Guided not by sound reason, but the latest iPhones,
Predictable irrationality, our minds do plainly sway,
Making crucial life decisions, marred by truth decay.
A glimpse into the human mind’s intricate design,
Where logic and our emotions often do not align,
We think we are rational, in control, and self-aware,
But TikTok, Instagram, and Apps lead us everywhere.
Anchoring and framing, they shape our dim worldview,
From the news to opinions, they influence what is true,
We are swayed by social media’s viral herd’s direction,
With predictable irrationality, there’s no self-reflection.
The entitlement effect, is when we treasure what is ours,
American exceptionalism, our judgment it does devour,
Covetousness grips us, in its powerful and selfish hold,
We fear losing our things, than gaining precious souls.
Confirmation bias ensures, our false beliefs we’ll uphold,
Ignoring obvious, contrary evidence, we’re easily cajoled,
History does not repeat, although they say it does rhyme,
Predictably irrational in our thinking, reflects olden times.
But understanding our quirks, we so often will fail to see,
The patterns of irrational thinking that make us less free.
In our lifespan of decisions, may we seek to be more wise,
Though predictably irrational, we walk with wide-open eyes.
So let us all be mindful, aware of our predictably irrational ways,
Avoiding biases and disinformation that completely fill our days,
In a world of many choices, we have no other option but to roam,
Predictably irrational suggests, dumb people with smart phones.