Best Mediocre Poems
The most gifted poets who ever wrote
Occasionally penned gibberish and tripe
Even Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Keats
Sometimes were at a loss for words
In exchange for a royal coin or a token
Valued principles were sometimes broken
Even poets will follow the popular herds
To sit with the noted, the famous elites,
Writing mediocre poems of every stripe
I pluck my own beam, seeing their mote.
written June 16, 2021
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
I went berserk
I went Down
Down Under the ocean
Down Under the sea
Sea for invisible to be
Sea for none to see
See the limits
See the Rules
Rules to restrict
Rules to follow
Follow the leader
Follow the mediocre
Mediocre is the way to be
Mediocre is the way of life
Life that is bourgeois
Life that is ordinary
Ordinary gets accepted
Ordinary gets praised
Praise the like minded
Praise never the merit
Merit excels
Merit kills
Kill the Merit
Kill the competition
Competition breeds competition
Competition needs competitor
Competitor works
Competitor takes risks
Risk may earn
Risk may reward
Reward is a bribe
Reward is a carrot
Carrot is shown to a horse
Carrot encourages greed
Greed is unending
Greed never stops
Stop the work
Stop the downfall
Downfall cripples
Downfall hurts
Hurt those who push
Hurt others
Others need to imitate
Others need to follow
Follow you
Follow the mediocre
Mediocre is guarded
Mediocre is protected
Protected
Guarded
Shrineetee Kar
Aug 21, 2015
Had natural touch
And loved his playing so much
We did stay in touch.
Was mediocre
When we first met our broke
And I could choke her.
Want to retire
Stock in straits that are dire
Liquidate entire.
The last Super Bowl
Seriously had took a toll
Ended up in hole.
Preliminary
If cows are in a diary
Won't see canary.
James Weird We Feared Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Rapid beats keep me sane in woe
Stress leaves, only for panic to settle
Guffaws prevent a show of shame
A day of commitment, followed by a day of inconsistency
Failure known, a choice concluded.
Blank paper, equivalent to unknown writings
Basics discarded as a device is employed
Habits adopted, leave hope weary
Repetitive recollections, curse continuation
Blurred vision, drowns in regret.
Excuses sought after, not excusing
Hours of availability, passed by a tense mind
Empathy discovered through similarity
Nerves made less taut, only for a will to give
Lessons that toll, make learning strenuous.
Perseverance momentary, as priorities fluctuate
Unread messages, precede books of progress
Lines written, to be forgotten
Evasive understanding, denies marks
Attempts to absorb, futile efforts.
Fading smiles, magnify reality
The fear of the probable, punctuated by the expected
Vocal lies, temporarily disengages the silence of truth
An aching head, webbed in despair
A mediocre mistake, extends a lengthy journey.
Often times I can't remember
What I mastered long ago
Relentless as a timber
Wiped out by wind's blow
I try so hard to recollect
My most favorite, finest skill
To fulfill what they expect
My brain, a hollow wheel
Diverting attention becomes my mission
Ignoring my trembling hands
Relax and breathe, though full of tension
Answering the task's demands
Excuses, excuses, I carry a list
Insurance for any storm
Tightly clinched, angry fists
The room becoming warm
Never heard "reach for the stars"
Only, "stick to what you know"
Always ranking just below par
I learn a little slow
Some write and satisfied
with good enough
while others still strive
for perfection.
Words that do not speak to me
Fine poetry may very well be
My taste, middling mediocre
No literary bona fides
~ This wild card's a joker
My love is greater
Than her petty attitude
On mediocre
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Brian Strand's "ONE FROM YOUR ANTHOLOGY" contest
2/11/2012
Let me tell you a story awesome little little kids
who were born innocent, so pure were their deeds
this is not about the tree but about their seeds
you can mould them into whatever you want
but when your born in orthodox society you are done
you are doomed to be a mediocre
and if you dare to do something different, you are weird-absurd
And trigged they are nerve
and now each and every one of them will try to defeat you
but when they realise that they are too weak in front of your dreams
they will try to dismiss you
try to call you crazy
try to call you lazy
try to call you renegade
not the one like Jay z
mom will try to stop you in the name of Christ
follow your heart and call your own demise
your just got few years and time's got wings, it flies
you better do your studies
better life's got a price
marry someone of your religion
or else it will be a treason
or at least a reason
for neighbours and relatives to talk
for me and your dad our home we'll be a prison with no lock
but you know what you don't understand mom
carefully listen to this song
it won't be my actions who will bring you disgrace
it will be your old ways
in which you believe so strong
your mind have got it twisted and you got everything wrong
I can't really hurt you , it is your own song
your own believes
your own expectations
your own rules
that are been implied on me
that are being a burden you see?
all this I have been hiding
all these years, I am suffocating
Here I am
writing the song when everyone else is dating
I am just surprised you never got it
in your mind it never occurred
that I am a 2019's dreamer
and you are trying to mold me in a 70s MEDIOCRE
Mediocrity, Excellence two shores
Waves of Efforts connecting shores
Surf on tide, swim against flow of ocean
Be ashore leveraging art of propulsion
Mediocrity, a reality, almost repulsive
Excellence, a rarity, almost elusive
Race of Excellence, making man a rat
Each gnawing at other to breast the tape
Peaks exist because of bottom layers
Underneath layers vital for peak to be there
Peak below feet, mark of Excellence pursuit
Feet dragging at layers, a mediocre feat
Peak and layer, complementary pair
Live with conviction, dash of dare
Peak accommodates just few
If at layer, gear up, stir up, be amongst few
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta
Mediocre we need not flatter
With laurels on a cheap platter:
Hero’s Effort make a matter;
A dropped metal’s heavy clatter…
“What is right” we foully batter
And Future Foundation scatter,
When save we just can The Latter
And ensure True Victory later…
Mediocre we must not flatter:
On our clothes staining mud spatter;
Problems feed and they are fatter,
Tires allowed to be flatter...
Don’t forget FIFA’s Staunch Blatter;
No Cups to have on a platter.
Mediocre
Is to me
Just a lazy
Ass to be
mediocre
existence
fell into
it without
noticing
it was
happening
fell in a hole
of my own
making
created a dull
future through
past missteps
made
did not
understand
the future
ramifications
of my actions
at the time
if i had i would
have not made
may unwarranted
decisions
Things are not the same anymore--
People wash their hearts with mediocre
Busted pieces spilled and cracked;
Now a later point in time;
Just like a candy-bar melting;
Things won’t be the same anymore;
People wash their hands before;
Dirty feet and broken teeth;
Baby crying in the crib;
Doesn’t mean he can speak, lie and fib;
Muddle waters;
I taste, I drink;
I take my bathes in the kitchen sink;
My pinky toe smells like rotten eggs;
On the lawn under the porch where I sleep, I lay;
Things are not the same anymore;
People wash their hearts with mediocre;
Dirty minds and broken hearts;
Mother’s and wife’s burying their sons and husbands from the crib;
Urban slum ghetto ridge such an unruly way to live;
Doesn’t mean justice and liberty can speak, it so do lie and fib;
Things are not the same anymore;
People wash their hearts with mediocre;
9/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©