Best Nowadays Poems
I learned to truly walk the difficult route
I’m oh so hurt because I’m heartbroken
Hope you're well because I’m not no doubt
It’s hard to trust people again and again
I yearn, I wish
Away the agonizing anguish
I yearn, I wish
For faith that isn’t very fishy
I wish
For the love I can’t have…
I languish
And yet, you don’t care and laugh?
Wow, so long then, love
I will find new love from above
True love can erase all sins from my life
I have bore these cancerous sins and strife
Cut it all out with positivity's jagged knife
Put your lips against my own, my future wife
I yearn, I wish
Away the agonizing anguish
I yearn, I wish
For faith that isn’t very fishy
I wish
For the love I can’t have…
I languish
And yet, you don’t care and laugh?
Wow, so long then, love
I already forgot what I thought of
I yearn for the love that I can’t have and can’t hoard
I wish for the love that I can’t afford and I’m bored
But, I can love you, lovely friend of mine
I don’t hate you because you are so fine
I yearn, I wish
Away the agonizing anguish
I yearn, I wish
For faith that isn’t very fishy
I wish
For the love I can’t have…
I languish
And yet, you don’t care and laugh?
Wow, so long then, love
I will find new love from above
I yearn, I wish
Away the agonizing anguish
I yearn, I wish
For love that isn’t very shady
More Social Media, TV and VIDEO GAMES, Less House Chores and Outdoor Activities! Playing is Greater than Working, Shame!
A few of them work, but most of them are busy watching films and playing games on phones and other gadgets.
Lemme tell ya'
about a kid
whose mind is so far down the gutter
he was seen scheming on another kid's mother
being obscene
at the scene he
whistled and muttered
"Nice Udders!"
I'm telling you
little dude is smooth
with more game than Milton Bradley
at nine years old
he already got hold of
College Girls Behaving Badly...
if you think that's bad
lemme tell ya' how mean he's been
at the age of ten
he trashed the pad of his new step dad
and spray painted the place
"Jimmy's Sin Bin"
the world's not yet seen
a preteen kid this mean
truthfully
the greedy demon's already
a steady petty larcenist
and a slick car thief
klepto-fiend
if you see him coming
you better start running
if he catches up to you
you're through
not much you can do
his sins are many
though his years are few
word on the street
is the kid's straight crazy
he picked a fight with
the Duke's of Hazard
and made out
with Daisy
Courtney Love hates
the little devil
said he's
he's a bad MoFo
that shoots more dope
than Kurt Cobain Yo!
this kid's lost his lid
and we're running out of time
an A-Bomb microcosm
of bad parents
who should be embarrassed for
making the world inherit
their seeds of carelessness
heir apparent to
Kamikaze lives of crime
Exactly how did this child's mind
end up so far down the gutter?
He'll see another kid's mother walk by
whistle
and utter, "Nice Udders!"
I'm telling you
little dude is smooth
with more game than Milton Bradley
at nine years old
he already (somehow) got hold of
College Girls Behaving Badly...
if you think that's bad
then
at the age of ten
he trashed the pad of his new step dad
and spray painted the place
"Jimmy's Sin Bin"
the world's not yet seen
a preteen kid this mean
truthfully
the greedy demon's already
a steady petty larcenist
and the slickest car thief on the scene
so if you see him coming
you better start running
and if he sees you
you're through!
not much you can do
his sins are many
though his years are few
And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely nigh my head,
Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel engine,
Then bounces on my chest like a frenzied injun!
The neighbors' worthless mutts begin their nightly serenade.
It sounds as if outside my window there's a whole brigade!
For awhile things settle down and all is as quiet as a mouse,
Until I'm awakened by the thunderous snoring of my spouse!
The blaring klaxon of the midnight freight is heard a mile away.
The inconsiderate engineer lays on the horn as if it were a runaway.
To top it all the crickets begin their atonal chirping prattle.
I'm beginning to think a good nights sleep is a losing battle!
I shove ear plugs in my ears but they don't do a bit of good.
The clock strikes three so it looks like sleep ain't a liklihood.
Lord, again I make a plea that should I decease before I wake,
Please, won't you allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Nowadays I find myself
In church windows reflected
By the surface of my tea,
Too hot to drink.
I try anyway,
My nose against a brick wall,
(This Jasmine is my sledgehammer)
I burn my tongue,
(This Jasmine is a non-factor)
I set it back down.
I see the fractured, colored glass shimmer in my mug.
Am I like the image of the lamp in the tea?
Glowing for no reason?
Nowadays I rarely find myself.
I take orders.
If I did find myself,
I wouldn’t recognize me, anyway.
It’s just these fractured lights I remember.
Beaming like living lanterns shining towards the way to goodness.
Like I use to.
Like I use to be.
But now I think life is a quantifiable bucket,
The bucket half-empty, half-over and me completely stir-fried,
Gazing over what I see as minefields.
Nowadays I go back-and-forth.
As it suits me,
As it suits the occasion,
I wrangle and ramble, dribbling and babbling
Staggering through empty suburban warfare.
Nowadays I thank God for the emptiness.
The minutiae, the random acts of silence
Can send shock-waves through the spirits made of light,
Secretly keeping them in rhythm for the rest of their lives.
One day I will drop my post as the Barbarian Guardian of Willy-Nilly.
One day I will remember what all the colors mean.
One day I will remember what all the glowing was about.
One day I will skip lousy repetition,
And never repeat a mistake again.
Nowadays, its all about the thug life,
Making the Benjamins, Beating your wife,
Dollar Dollar bills y'all, Inequality is rife,
What happened to living the simpler life,
Holding open doors instead of holding a knife,
Living in peace instead of constant strife,
What ever happened to having manners
Are those the things that really matter?
I'm sick of being bombarded by this gangster chitter-chatter,
They start their crap and the cowards scatter,
But stand tall and their confidence shatters,
You see their talk is just pitter patter,
When did it become uncool to love one another?
not your cousin or sister, your brother or mother,
But a stranger who you should let your love smother,
Let love sweep the land like a warm Souther,
Treat your fellow man just like a brother,
Not Cain and Abel but like blood brothers.
Eating grapes on the vine while being carried
was once a prime example of hedonism.
Only a king could live like that,
some fat guy with a crown of laurels,
a real Julius Caesar type.
In my room,
the storage spaces are as empty
as the amount of dirty laundry scattered about the floor is large.
On my desk:
assignments,
old plays,
empty notebooks,
drug paraphernalia,
music ranging from blues to punk in formats ranging from cd to record,
pills with my name on em’,
a black wool cap with holes in it,
a 10’ TV I never got working,
and my glass chess set
is broken on the ground beneath.
In the kitchen,
I run my finger lightly down my granite counter tops that dad bought me
creating a large mass of ash on my nail.
I blow what I can into the atmosphere
and save the rest for waking up tomorrow.
In my fridge,
I hold milk
and a large suckling pig with an apple in its mouth.
Occasionally I will bathe the pig in the milk
if that wasn't obvious.
A pig is good and all but I would never eat a whole pig.
I throw out the leftovers.
In my freezer,
I have TV dinners stacked to the brim.
All kinds I’m sure.
I like TV dinners because even though you gotta heat em’ up,
they last forever,
and they come with a tray.
You don’t have to use a paper plate.
You still have to use plastic utensils though.
I kind of consider myself a foodie,
I will eat a limb straight off of a living creature
if I see one large enough.
And what am I
but a typical
American,
college
grunt.
Form:
If life is a gift
God be an Indian giver and take me back to you
Back to my comfort place
Because when I close my eyes I'm there with you
I don't need to go to church to hear your word
You can say it to my face
You can look me in my eyes that you created
and answer my questions
What's the purpose of my life?
Why now?
Why this generation ?
Where I'm just the forbidden fruit to feed his ego and his sexual appellate
Where commit does'nt get him full
And he needs more than one prey
I prayed
I would wake up from this horrible dream
But I woke up to an empty space in my bed
Just the ugly truth left on my sheets
All he wanted was a piece of flesh
He is just an animal, a cannibal
And I'm a dead soul
Lord Resurrect me
Bring me back to life, give me my name back
Everything he stole from me he can keep that
All I want is me back
The person I knew is no good, full of sin
Lost in time trying to fit in
A generation I don't belong in
Restore the broken promises I made to myself
Allow me to repent
Blame it on the Devil who taught me how to satisfy my needs
When you were the only one I needed
They say love is blind so I'm sorry I lost my sight of you
I know I'm your child and you love me but love hurts
I come to you as I am
With all my imperfections, my baggage, an ugly past and
Scars to show how I fell
I come to you with open arms so you can receive me
Wash always my sins, arise my broken spirits
Bring me back earth where I can live another day with out regret and shame
Lord please just give me a name and a voice so I can testify
The day I got saved
We Upgraded to a Generation
Where a Country’s Worth is
Measured by its Nuclear Weapons.
We Believe more in Aliens
Than our Fellow Humans.
What Use is of Eight Lane Roads
If We are Racing towards Apocalypse.
Doctors seems to be
Trying to Save Money,
Instead of Lives.
We take Pride in Commodes
Fitted with Water Sprinklers,
Too Lazy to Wipe or Wash.
Even the Word VANITY
Seems to have Lost its Pride.
Our relationship has turned so bad now-a-days
It’s like a disease that is hurting me always
Our love was forbidden like Adam’s apple
But we fell in love that has made our lives hell
You were so warm and I was so nice to you
We were so happy so love seemed right and true
The devil screwed it up he became jealous
We couldn’t understand we were so callous
Now I can’t sleep without remembering you
I am pensive but there’s nothing I can do
Now you look at me like a convicted thief
What more can we want babe we have enough grief
Nowadays My Bored Heart Says...
..........................
One more midday-- in those willowy meadows,
Along the banks of Bandzo brook;
I'll roam as a vagabond , after years.
One more late night , i will speak to her on phone,
And hear the dogs barking in the street
And owl hooting in the trees.
Alas o God, great were the days...!
God bless Bandzo, Chatripore and Palpore!
God bless her, and God bless me!
All you need is a hate story
Fake or true to get people started
Hearts palpitate
Voices so loud and wild, you can hardly understand a word
Mouths full of hate, the one thing they are trying to fight
Groups forming, out of hate, powered by hate
With a hidden mission of hate
May God help us
Form:
Music use to be so much more
Than what it is today.
Nowadays all that you hear
Are insults and swears on replay.
Red digital clock
Greasy electronic wok
Instrumental rock
By Robb A. Kopp