Best Kryptonite Poems
When dieting, I’m rarely weak. In fact,
I’m Batgirl strong – resisting the allure
of sweet desserts. I’ve never been attacked
by chocolate hunger pangs. I’ve got the cure.
I give myself allowance every day
to taste a little bit of things I crave
since deprivation is the surest way
to get a Superhero sure to cave.
But don’t let popcorn anywhere near me!
The yummy butter smell asSALTS my nose,
and I go crazy, when especially,
nobody else is eating it! Suppose
a bowl of it just sits there? I‘m less strong.
Handfuls of poporn I will keep on getting.
That popcorn you’ll see vanish before long!
I then remove my Batgirl tights . . . regretting.
Oct. 5, 2021
For Anthony Biaanco's Your Kryptonite Poetry Contest
The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms.
From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion,
The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles,
Like the alien spaceship put foot on the colossal quagmires of oceanic chasm!
When the underwater volcanoes erupt to perplex beyond imagination in huddle,
To probe and discern those gems of oyster shell’s luminous pearls dazzles,
Deep beneath sleeping peacefully in the ocean’s cradle!
The fatal enigma of the unplumbed immensely profound oceanic mysteries will never dwindle.
The more one plunges to pierce in deep muse its vastness engulfs to diddle!
The superficial waves in corrugation, are mere widening its hitherto horizontal hurdles.
The bizarre sounds emanating from beneath are like giant icebergs scraping the oceanic floor in madly rhythm!
The obscure oceanic realms, its myriads mystical appearances remains timeless, fancy of millions!
Eras and eras pass, the mythical mermaid’s riddle are yet to resolve,
As centuries pass, may replete with the witness of numerous human civilizations!
Like the Atlantis of Japan, from time immemorial, the oceans are abodes of colossal confusions.
The voyages disappear in the Mystic Triangle, who knows what lies beneath the mythical abstractions?
The twirling sounds of infinite ocean swirling in the sea shells are quite captivating, attract admirers attractions;
The archipelago one after the other vanished without the trace, as in Marina Trench’s aberrations;
As if the Phantom Islet of Bermeja, in its murky abyssal cradle’s magnetic composition.
The Crop Circles discovered beneath its bosom as if the signage of other world’s manifestations;
The oceanic phenomenon of green flashes meets the red tides, reveals your magnificent disposition.
Wants to plunge, swim like a mermaid in your mystical cerulean temporal lilting motion;
Oh, the oceanic conundrum more we try to fathom, the more we entangle in your cryptic chasm!
© Silpika Kalita
"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens."
Carl Gustave Jung
Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered
to a paradigm that appears to be status quo
Being mired in quicksand made of torpor
will observe you drowning in an undertow
Look inside yourself to become a flowing river
willing to accept waters of many tributaries
those that offer new elements of enrichment
Awaken your mind to the 'what ifs' of estuaries
Don't wallow or flounder about in muck and silt
Widen your banks until they expand without edge
Let your thoughts become ripples on your surface
then follow them to seek wisdom and knowledge
Do battle with the stagnation of complacency
It's a human fault we often label, "satisfaction"
but if truth be told, it should be called "passivity"
Always push one step further by taking action
Escape from entrapment in dungeons of darkness
Brush away the leaden clouds from your vision
that may be guilty of having obscured your insight
Make a breakthrough by creating a simple revision
Delusions and blurred illusions will soon fade away
You don't have to leap building of soaring height
You're not Super Man, but don't allow your apathy
and laidback demeanor to become your kryptonite
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
Sometimes I feel like Superman
After bathing in Kryptonite;
I know that I have super powers
But nothing turns out for me just right.
I should be faster than a bullet
And see through walls with my sight;
But my vision is all blurry
And I’m slowed by Kryptonite.
I would like you to be my Lois Lane
And stare at my “S” in shapely tights;
But I feel more like a weak Clark Kent
Overdosed on Kryptonite.
From the ages of five to fifteen, I was abused at home, bullied, and harassed at school, and was, generally unhappy most of the time. During those same years, I was dealing with the sickness and death of my mother. Graduating from high school, going away to college, and eventually enlisting in the military service, I learned to assert my independence, grow in the ability to defend myself, and take responsibility for my own well-being.
early years were tough
soft-hearted, weak, but tender
I yearned to be me
After I became more disciplined, gained self-control, and developed a good sense of self-worth, I vowed that I would never tolerate the kind of behavior by others that made me so miserable during my younger years. Bullying, harassing, making another person's life miserable with insults—these things became my Kryptonite. Today, I cannot stand to see any person being treated with disdain because of their race, religion, cultural background, sexual orientation, social status or physical differences, period.
my kryptonite is
harassing, bullying acts
that shame another
written October 5, 2021
Fire, the flames of all my desires.
Heat, the sensation that makes me
weak.
Emotions, my missions to keep
discreet.
The more he knows, the easier my
guard faces defeat.
Weakness, the tremble that
unsteady's my feet.
Strength, is my better half, he's here
when I need.
Faith, is Gods security given to you
& me.
Patience and understanding is
knowing when to take heed.
Sorrow, is
overwhelming,overcoming and
deep.
But pain is the one to really make us
weep.
Compassion is something that all of
us need.
To get threw this life, it is needed
indeed.
To the ones that doubt me, I'm tellin
'ya don't sleep.
I may be calm & quite but I only act
meek.
To walk in my shoes, & to see what
I've seen,
I promise, you wont be the one to
judge me.
& to Luis , my man, the love of my
life.
This love, our love, I don't have to
think twice.
Our life,our plans,our path that we
lead,
I promise you baby I will never
retreat.
To my children, whom I love & will
one day have to leave,
Forgive me for all the times I let my
emotions make me weak.
And know that I love you, and you
guys I did need.
Without you I would never
appreciate what I achieve.
To my mother whom I did have the
pleasure to meet.
Letting me go was the best decision
your mind ever could've conceived.
TO my father who left me alone in
the streets,
Without you was harder, but could
never stop me.
One thing I know,I can feel it so
deep.
God made me stronger than I could
ever believe.
MY strength, My tolerance, My
endurance I keep.
Continuing my life & trying to
conquer my dreams.
No matter what happens,what ever
will be,
I will be happy no matter who
doubts me.
If one touch from you should
ensure my fall from grace,
Then clip my wings and
forever make me tame,
Wipe my eyes as I bid farewell
to a paradise slowly forgotten,
with the elatedness of a dying
sinner seeing the clouds part,
Should your lips be lethal to me,
Pucker pleasant poison, and rid
me of my life in one last moment
of romantic bitter sweetness,
As pleasure and poison become
entwined, I resist with the will
of a man addicted to his demise,
Thus by your lips my will is broken,
Be it so, if I must go by your hand,
for your love is my last temptation,
and the choice of life or love
sadly does not leave me torn,
For I chose you before the choice,
with no seed of seduction needed,
As my mind better knows you as my
last breath, my heart knows you best,
Therefore, my fate has been sealed,
by the power of a racing heartbeat,
A touch, a kiss, a memory in time,
I trade, to be yours one more moment,
As your love inspired my life, it shall
be the rush that stops my breathing,
and my first plea remains my last,
kill me softly, and love me forever...
I AM A HERO
BLACK
Are you my kryptonite
To battle the powers that be
Discrimination, political
Spirituals warfare
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
WHITE Are you my kryptonite
White supremacy, skinned heads
Wounded knees
Shaved cold stoned hearts
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
I AM A HERO
NATIVE AMERICAN what tribe am I
And where am I, Are you my kryptonite
Rich men never poor again fighting rising TAXES
What a shame
This disclaimer
Black Panthers in the jungles
Just getting stronger;
Poverty clashes
Fake rented mustaches
Seasoned hick
Country kicks
All run away, no where to stay to each his own way
Just ain’t right to be individual heroes see none are right…
Sadly my powers that be ruled over me
HERO AM I
Lo, I be creeping in the night…
I KRYPTONITE
1/30/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
January 28, 2020 Assignment
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
If I lAy HeRe; If I jUsT lAy HeRe, WoUld
YoU lYe HeRe WiTh Me UnDeRnEaTh ThE
ChAmPaInE bUbBlY sKy.
SlOwLy EmBaRkInG OuR bOdIeS, aS oNe
TiGhTlY aRoUnD tHe ShEiLdEd EaRtH; lIkE sTeEle
ImAgEs,AnD GaZe iNtO oNe AnOtHeR wItH A tWiNkLeD
EyE fUeL bLaStInG eXPlOsSiOn.
On A TaInTeD lOvE eXpReSs TrI~aNgLe
SoFtLy LiStEnInG tO tHe SoUnDs Of OuR:
OwN BeAtInG hEaRtS tHaT bEaT, fAsTeR tHaN
A sPeEdInG bUlLeT...
FoR yOuR lOvE iS: mY oNlY kRyPtOnItE!! Richie, rich
You are my fatal weakness,
my dark covered light
Got those piercing, dark-green emerald eyes,
and an alien heart shaped like kryptonite
And I hear the dirge words from my favorite song playing:
The beautiful ones always make you cry
You are my decadently Delilah,
my cup of steamy, evening nightshade
Though I be your lover Superman
with a Samson tan,
you cut my strength away with a dark-green razor blade
And I cry
like a dove,
Baby, baby why
As I can't turn away from the gaze
of your killer kryptonite eyes
While I hear the dirge drone of my favorite song constantly saying:
The beautiful ones always make you cry
And I'm certain too,
as I wipe the dark-green tears from your eyes,
that your kryptonite lips
will give me a sorrowful, sad kiss when I die
Now at peace, I close my eyes,
holding your kryptonite heart close to mine
And your radiant lips are aglow,
flaming fluorescent, bright light-green lime
As echoes of these dirge words from my favorite song starts fading:
The beautiful ones, they hurt you every time
Poem for the Your Favorite Song contest
Favorite song: Beautiful Ones
Artist: Prince
Sponsored by: Alexis Y
Submitted: April 10, 2017
by Freddie Robinson Jr.
aka Romantic Warrior
Looking back, I don't feel so bad
there wasn't much I could do.
Even all the superheros
couldn't save me from you.
Captain America's shield
couldn't have stopped the pain.
All my efforts to understand you
were all in vain.
Not even Thor's hammer
could keep you from me.
You always came back
and could never let me be.
Even if I possessed
the Hulk's pure strength,
I couldn't stay away
for any great length.
Wonder Woman's lasso
couldn't get past your outer shell.
Your real feelings and emotions
you were never willing to tell.
Wolverines Adamantium claws
couldn't have made you stay.
No matter how tight I held on
you were able to rip yourself away.
I thought you were my future,
Or at least my shining knight
Although it hurts to admit it,
maybe you're just my kryptonite.
June 14, 2016
I woke today and saw that you were gone
Dont know if you were right i guess now I must have been wrong
Shaking my head in the mirror only thought is nevermind
You were my kryptonite
I was your Superman
The faces in the street all look like the spit of you
Long blonde hair bright blue eyes and the devil singing from your heart
As I keep walking I just hope these dreams subside
Your face a point blank range oh how i wish i died
Friends call me crazy
How right they could be
I guess my mind should be
In a better place and time
With no conflicts of interests or tears of sorrow
Am I back on solid ground
My world is rosey now
I back to how I was
The madness now burried on the dark side of the moon
No need for phone booths
No need for lois lane
Just me, myself, this player has returned to the game
Form:
Remembering Riply from their movie Alien settling into her pod
Embarking upon an unknown moment as time and I find myself there
Within this life another day to dredge whom knows, how long a child must endure
Form:
She feels it again. The hooks try to grab her again they try to drag her under. The brown eye girl fights it. She tries not to look around her town everything reminds her of him; It reminds her of the man she once loved. The church down the street where they met and kissed for the first time. The sound of his voice still echoes in her head. Her heart sometimes rushes even when she doesn't think of him. The dark place tries to pull her in again by using all the stuff the green eye man did to her. The brown eye girl has done her time in the dark place she did nine months of it back in 2009. She climbed out of it once before it took everything she had. The brown eye girl doesn't want to go back to it ever again afraid if she is dragged back in she won't be able to get back out again. She won't be going back there due to him; he won't be her kryptonite.