Best Label Poems
I could wrap you
In secret
And cling
Like double-sided
Just to keep
Your gift
From prying eyes
But I have
No label
A name, perhaps
But no concept
No complete picture
For the pieces
Of you
Labels
Are for things.
Boundaries.
Pigeon holes.
For just a
Moment
In the journey
We remove them
On arrival
Or when they are
Dog-eared
Or when they are wrong
Or at least
We should
I don't want
To label
You.
Me.
Or
Anyone
Unless
That label..
Reads as follows:
"Seen"
"Found"
"Friend"
"Unique"
"BeLoved"
"Beautiful"
"Accepted"
"Treasured"
"Marvellous"
"Just perfect"
"No changes required"
"If lost, please return home"
I am from country living and bareback riding
But you wouldn't know that 'cause i keep hiding
I look like I'm gothic but i really don't bite
Trust me I'm not that big of a fright
I am from backyard football and gymnastics
I'm sorry, I'm not really a romantic
Playing videogames and household chores
While findin' time to hang with the boys
I am from western saddles and drag racing
My dad's camaro going through it's fast paces
Wanting my own classic beauty
Just wanna be seen as groovy
I am from dark poetry and hard back books
Not really caring how everyone looks
Never caring how they see me
Because I am who I want to be
I am from darkness and not of the light
Sorry, it may seem a fright
I once had dreams that frightened me so
They wanted me dead, but i said no
I am from children of the dark
And in the night I awake with a start
Feeling unknown forces in my head
Voices that filled my being with dread
I am from misunderstanding and many wrong looks
Many people think I seem like a crook
But I am from no set label
And I don't think I will ever be able
“God alone is, the all there is ~
Feel within, His vibrant bliss fizz”
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Inbuilt prejudice,
as beliefs that hiss,
negates divine light
and bliss beats delight.
Mind’s designed to size,
compartmentalise,
whilst God and we’re one,
glowing like the sun.
Innate aliveness
is one with oneness,
until scarred by mind,
gripped in ego’s bind.
Jesus and Buddha,
Shiva and Durga,
are each love essence,
God’s luminescence.
Religion’s a crutch.
Learn to love by touch,
each moment complete,
vibrant, bliss replete.
21-June-2022
A Food Label Lament
Every day there's folk who expound
on what we should eat, and I've found
they all promote a point of view
of what they think is good for you.
The manufacturers don't comply
and in the face of reason fly,
for taste is what makes products sell,
that's what the listed contents tell.
Please ignore the sugar and salt,
which isn't really all their fault.
They do it to improve the taste
so that it doesn't go to waste,
or you'll just throw it in the bin.
After all, it isn't a sin
to stop your food from tasting bland
when additives are close at hand.
Once, it was E-numbers that prevailed
and colourings were much bewailed
for they were always thought to be
such harmful things for you and me.
Now it's sugar and salt to blame
and fat to add another name.
Cakes and biscuits, well they're all bad
and chocolate is banned, which makes us sad.
For something has to sweeten life
which frankly is too full of strife.
Should it really turn out this way?
It's quite impossible to say.
At any rate some comfort food
lifts our spirits and cheers our mood.
Let's ignore what's on the packet,
advertising's just a racket.
It may be good or may be not,
the main thing is, don't eat a lot.
Everything in moderation,
that will be our health's salvation.
I have a label which is called BPD
It basically reads “don’t help me.”
Everyone will say and talk
“they are not ill, it is all in their heads.”
“they are taking up all our hospital beds.”
“they just want attention and nothing more.”
“There is nothing wrong with them, that is for sure.”
“Lets not help them at all, and why should we?”
“It is not affecting you or me.”
“She is just a nuisance.” I hear them say
“Oh she is just having a bad day.”
I so wish you had my label for only one day
Let us see how far you get, along your way!
Life is not simple with BPD
It is just a label that says
“Don’t help me.”
The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book
Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown
Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste
That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a foolish game
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie
That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride
no life ahead with a dead end job, shoveling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope
So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul
If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'
watch out for yourself
they’ll slap a label on you
and it sticks with you
I wish people wouldn’t label people with disabilities
As being different and would get to know them
Now I’ll admit that I’ve got a disability
And also did some volunteer work at a Middle School
But the students there tend to look past my disability
And most seemed to want to get to know the real “me.”
Which was really good because I never got to experience that in school
Because when most students saw my wheelchair they labeled me
As handicapped and didn’t care to take the time to get to know me
And that really did hurt me more than anything else
But now I realize that they were just scared
So the next time you see someone with a disability
Get to know them before you label them as being different.
am not what you see
so let me be
you don't have the key
i am heavenly
DON'T LABEL ME
bullies called me names
only label is Libby's
all others are wrong
Labelled a conspiracy nut because I don't believe mainstream media.
Labelled a terrorist because I think my government lies.
Labelled an Anon because I agree with most their points.
Labelled an anarchist because I think democracy has failed.
Labelled a racist because my skin is white.
Labelled a Bible basher because I believe in god.
Labelled a Dole bum because I didn't have a job.
Labelled a freak because I refuse to conform.
Labelled crazy because my mind works faster.
Labelled lazy because I like to sit and think.
Labelled liberal because I think they have a good heart.
Labelled strange because I observe life.
Labelled a druggy because I smoke weed.
Labelled a hippy because I love the earth.
I am all of these and a lot more! Take your labels from my door!
Form:
cover me with make up
cover me with truth
cover me with lies
cover me with youth
cover me beauty
cover me with sin
cover me with smiles
cover me gin
you can cover me with whatever you like.
but you will never
cover
.me.
I wear a warning label
around my neck,
it flashes an amber light,
do not disturb or you'll have a fight.
This is worn to discourage interruption
of my deep thoughts as I compose
to write the poem of the hour,
capturing words before they turn sour.
The television is blasting away,
announcing news and the weather,
in-between commercials galore
as my head pounds more and more.
Concentration is difficult,
I hear the neighbor's dog barking,
every few minutes loud and clear,
I want to wring his neck I fear.
A loud lawn mower is mowing away,
outside my kitchen window,
it's my husband Bob wearing ear protectors,
my muse recognizes him as one of the vectors.
Time for a break from the noise,
and unable to think on a creative level,
I decide to take an hour-long nap,
on my recliner with a purring cat on my lap.
If we all had to wear a label that warned
what would YOURS say with which you were adorned
Would you hide it away?
Cut off where it lay?
Or be relieved everyone got informed?
Tired of everyone playing
all there silly games
Callin me and labeling me
all these names
They call me a thug
they call me a player
When all in all
they themselves don't have a prayer
They are quick to judge
when they don't know me
What have I ever done to them
why don't they let me be
I walk down the street
hear what they say
Why don't they say it to my face
come out and play
Since the day I was born
I was looked down upon on
From the way I dressed and also looked
I still stand strong
But people still try to punch me down
call me what they can
They try to break me down
from being a man
Why so much disapproval of me
what have I done
I never thought being human can hurt
or being one of gods sons
I've prayed to god to forgive me
for all my deadly sins
He has resurrected me now
with a better life to begin
So now I stand strong
as I brush off my shoulder
No longer getting younger
getting a lil bit older
I have knowledge on my side
this world is not a dream
Listen to me now as I voice my power
and begin to scream
Label me what you want to label me
I'm not going no where
I am what I am no matter what you think
or even tend to care
I come from a humble home
where everyone is respected
But cross us the wrong way
you will be corrected
Since I been young I have fought
to be where I am now
Look thru these eyes and see
its an epic performance as I take a bow
I have struggled thru thick and thin
bled my own blood and tears
Had broken bones and all
thru all these years
Label me if you must label me
is what I must say to the rest
No matter what words or names I'm called
I'm still here standing tall and blessed
I don't care what you call me next
but I will make it come to an end
Either come clean and grow up
keep walking or be a friend
Enemies are a dime a dozen
and I let them all just be
So I stand now in silence
and ask why do you all label me
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