Best Outsides Poems
i am made up
in equal parts of what i believe
and
in equal parts, i believe in
what i am made up of.
you break me down and you've got
equalityfreedomwomansrightsproch
oiceantibullyingantistigma-
herpes.
it makes no difference to
you
what happens when I take my pants
off.
but somewhere along the line I
became a
**** a whore a promiscuous little girl
with no rules and regulations about
who
sticks their dick inside me until I'm
infected with everything wrong in the
world-
herpes.
they sell you protection in the form of
condom boxes,
tied up in ribbons that say things
like,
happy anniversary happy birthday
happy Thursday happy **** me
happy little ***** at the bar i can get
my hands onto.
sex education is
vacant and expressionless and
i fell victim to
don't get pregnant don't get pregnant
don't.
get.
pregnant.
oh **** what the **** is happening to
my insides and my outsides and
please dear god let the burning stop.
this isn't some blame game,
this isn't some speech,
this is a plea and a please stop
satirizing my life
with your late night comedy show
jokes about my ******.
my herpes
not yours
not my next door neighbors
not the pharmacists
not the doctors
not yours.
So get down off your high horse and
try to figure out how
you
will avoid an infection that affects
80% of the population and why
we are all so damn afraid of it.
Herpes isn't hereditary but ignorance
is.
Categories:
outsides, anti bullying, judgement, social,
Form:
Free verse
Day after day moment by moment second by second you see,
life's rollercoaster of thought's feeling's and emotion's delivered to you and me.
We all go through our own unique fair share,
yes, we all have our own rollercoaster to bare.
It's not easy sometimes just to try and catch your breath I know,
the up's and down's the insides and outsides we go.
Pulled and yanked around tossed here and there,
here's a twist of perception I'd like with to you share.
Life is all about growing, learning to change with the change,
if we are not growing each day we're not living, think this strange?
If we aren't living, then we're already dead, this is what I see,
life's rollercoaster trying to strengthen both you and me.
Let your heart rule each thought of the mind,
walk in Gods Spirit, and you won't be blind
You will learn to grow with each changing faze of your life,
everything we have been through, with all of it's strife.
Learn to live and grow with each good thought, feeling, and emotion's I say,
Look for a positive outcome in all things you encounter today.
Do this without giving up or or giving in,
looking for positive outcomes, you'll learn how to win!
Categories:
outsides, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
"I" vs "ME"
Authored by Chuck Keys
I wondered why "I" was "me" or was "I" truly "me?"
and decided maybe "I" should flee.
The person inside "I" was unlike "I"
he talked so much; I thought maybe "I" was "me."
So decided "I," to talk with "me"
seeking one way or another who was "I" and who was "me."
we both decided that "I" would be "I"; he would be "me."
and neither of us would be "we."
The time for lunch had arrived for "I" and for "me."
hard and indecisive the choices were for "I" and for "me" surely not "we."
"I" wanted Chinese
"me" wanted Vietnamese
argument ensued delightful not
moods and tempers got very hot
parting was planned as a solution
either that or an immediate revolution
"I" went "I" way
while "me" went "me" way.
Two heads apart parted apart
With insides and outsides also apart
But, who was that person who dwelt inside "me" and "I?"
who tried so hard to be like "I" or was it "me?" but surely we know not "we."
Were "we" actually "I" and "me" inpart or apart?
Apart and together we were not "we" we know for sure. I think!
Categories:
outsides, funny
Form:
Free verse
When you're a sheep and feel unwell, it's also often true
When dipped into your medicine, you come up feeling blue
Blue from your woolly noggin-lid, down to your woolly socks
And inside from your woolly brain, down to your woolly hocks
So when you are a poorly sheep, and feel in poorly form
You're gonna feel off-colour, 'cos off-colour is the norm
And both insides and outsides are tinged with shades of blue
There's only one thing left to say, and that will be, "Poor Ewe!"
Categories:
outsides, allegory, animal, blue, farm,
Form:
Rhyme
Double Minded
I doubt that my insides reflect my outsides
Outside, I want to trust and love you
inside an eerie feeling brews.
Outside I smile and carry on
inside my feelings don't
have words attached
just signals of how
you make me feel
apprehensive and rushed.
Thoughts speaking in riddles
reminding my mind
of your unkindly acts
you treat me as a pigeon.
My outside can no
longer stretch to hide
The strain of pain
I feel inside.
How do I look at you
And not feel disdain.
Sad to know my kindness
somehow appeared as weak.
You don't acknowledge what I speak.
Inside myself, I get caught up
Outside myself, I want to show.
What my insides, really know.
Categories:
outsides, character, emotions, trust,
Form:
Prose Poetry
my mind is all alone
darkness clouds my very thoughts
troubled i am troubled inside and on the outsides
falling apart piece by rotten piece
............. silent musings increase trepidation
why cant theworld sometimes end
and cut usallabreak or three
im just not into moaning but sometimes
it needs to be done
or we are done you are done i is done
yeah i am done
i think i think i am
but am i inverted upon swords of
misery
subverted by sounds of emptiness
submerged in fear and doubt
commotion is all about chaos................
Categories:
outsides, depression
Form:
Blank verse
Midnight Madness (Ah! Earth Hour,2012)
All this low tech by candle light
Doesn't do much for my eyesight,
But, pulled the breaker at midnight
Having set up picnic delights.
Marshmellows, grahams, choc'late--Right!
Roasting them o're candle's light.
Toasty charred outsides black as night
Inside sticky sweet 'mellow--Bite!
Ummmm! Another...the flame in sight
Whoa! It's on fire! Whooosh! Now--Bite!
Bag is half-empty...gr'ams wrapped tight...
Flame still burns another one--Bite!
Guess I'll try fix the next one right.
Melting choc'late, 'mellow, gr'ams--Bite!
Ummmm! It's squishing through...my tongue fights
To catch each drop of choc'late mite!
Oh!No! An empty bag! What fright!
Yet, that's not all...It's near daylight!
Not just one Hour for Earth's plight,
But five were spent in my requite.
Warm and fed...it was fun in spite
Of low tech!...Maybe...more tonight?
~by deborah burch
4/26/2012
"Please try to go Beyond Earth Hour":
There are many ways to conserve without really giving up anything...
Share marshmellows over a candle for an hour on a weekend night with your children or
grandchildren--
Flip the breaker for an Hour--each week and create memories while helping conserve...
Be creative...Make life fun!!
Categories:
outsides, earth, food, funny, time,
Form:
Monorhyme
Mixing two things will create
Something new that's really great
Yellow and blue will make green
And an outside pretty scene
Purple comes from red and blue
Growing violets==rare and new
Pink is made from red and white
Lace is a soft pretty sight
Two more things can mix together
Two lonely hearts bound forever
In one happy and sweet place
There's never a single trace
Of pain anywhere or time
Two hearts with a long love line
Formed by mixing two great things
Wedding vows and golden rings
A warm outsides serene and quiet
Hair decorated by nice violets
Pink lace all along a dress
Matching hankie in his vest
No scene could be quite as nice
Than two hearts joining for life
Categories:
outsides, beauty, love, marriage, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
just saying what i seeing
baby you need to come up for air
before you despair
i look over at your flesh
you look really a mess
just saying
you should be praying
somebody needs some sun
and fun
just saying
you should be praying
its like you look as pale as a ghost
you're a pariah at most
baby you need to air out
your pout
that chip on your shoulder
needs to smolder
and you need to come to the surface
with a different purpose
baby you moving to the dark side
as you inhabit those four walls and hide
you're insides are dark, outsides are white
paradox i see it day and night
its like your morph'in
but you're rott'in
just saying
someone should be praying
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Categories:
outsides, blessing, heartbroken,
Form:
Didactic
Do you see that girl?
The one over there.
With earbuds in and curly hair.
Curly hair that no one liked.
That’s brought mild contempt a good part of her life.
Do you see that girl?
Sitting all alone,
Making strange gestures over paper, tablet, or phone.
She hides the fact that she can write and draw,
From teachers and friends. (She’d hate if they saw.)
Can you hear her hum?
Tunes happy and sad.
Just that simple action makes her heart glad.
But she struggles to sing when others can hear.
Her voice is a secret that she holds near.
She plays the piano, the clarinet too.
She’s actually proud of what she can do.
But if you ask her to show you,
She’ll do her best to say no.
Even close friends are confused. (She knows).
Sometimes she doesn’t care,
Sometimes she’s fine,
But a part of the time, that’s just the outside.
“I don’t want them to see.”
“I don’t want them to judge.”
Her inner thoughts won’t let her be.
In quite moment’s she wonders
“Did they mean what they said?”
“What did they really want?”
‘Til there’s pain in her head.
Because she’s too much a tomboy,
Her curls aren’t neat;
There’s no makeup on her face,
Or heels on her feet.
Her style is too different.
Her music all kinds.
Her interests are nerdy.
She sleeps all the time.
If she becomes quiet,
When you compliment her art.
Remember she has an anxious mind and heart.
If her hands and voice quiver,
When she sings out loud,
Just be glad you’re there in the crowd.
When she comes out of her box,
Don’t make a big scene.
Just quietly accept it,
Don’t point and scream.
Compliments are fine, but she’s going to blush.
She’ll disagree a little, but won’t tell you to shush.
She’s trying to do better.
She’s trying not to hide.
To make things the same,
Between the ins and outsides.
You know you like her “as is”,
She’ll know someday too.
Be patient with her,
And she might smile for you.
Categories:
outsides, art, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism,
like Fundamental PreMillennial Taoism:
YangMind,
severed from YinBody,
falsely promises
unmitigated monopolistic political omniscience
and monotheistic economic omnipotence.
YinBody becomes spiritualized-denatured
empty womanized
invisibly purged
recessed
depressed
repressed
suppressed
voiceless
powerless,
eco-normatively absent
lacking positive nutritional flow trends,
panentheistically dormant.
Just as Holonic Spirit/Nature abhors vacuums of appositionality,
insides divorced from outsides,
there is no such physical dipolar divide
as either of these bipolar metaphysical extremes
might imagine
just as there is no such thing as Yang MindSpace
without YinBody's bilaterally evolving sensations
of not ANGRYpast and not FEARFULfuture
panentheistically omnipresent -(-0)
co-passionateMind/pleasureBody
peace-full NowTime +/- 1
midway in-between
polymathic polynomial equity.
And, their divinely humane ecopolitical stage
balances MidWay Wu Wei
issuing advent of M.L. King's (et. al.)
non-violent powers of love
Beloved Climaxing CoPassionate Community/Communication,
Health/Wealthy Indigenous Wisdom Family,
organic/sacred EarthTribal Peace,
and any other polypathic/polyvagal
eco/neuro-logical
bilateral YANGformation YINflowing system
we might care to nondualistic bicameral wealthyMIND
and polyculturally healthyBODY
co-arise together
Like a primal positive
peaceful co-relationship
between monotheistic FatherSun's enlightenment
and panentheistic EarthMother's empowerment
Renewing
reconnecting
reweaving
re-ligioning
wealthy plutocratic YangMind's
sacred omniscience
healthy democratic YinBody's
organic omnipotence
Regenerating
bicamerally nondualistic omnipresence
RePresenting a choice
deeply felt within each Sage/Muse soul
between win/lose 0-sum Business As Usual,
continuing irreligious anthropocentric retributive wars,
or re-ligious EarthTribe
restoring win/win
+1 = -(-0) polynomial peace:
For both Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism
and Fundamentalists of PreMillennial Taoism
Categories:
outsides, culture, earth, health, nature,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
I ached. Was sore all over my body, my arms, my legs, my core.
My insides, my outsides, my get up and go had got up and gone to a war.
I didn’t know why my strength decided to leave. Leaving me all spent and beat.
Once I could run, laugh, dance all night long but now I just tasted defeat.
Then I questioned the food in my diet; the meat and veg, the grain, dairy, and pieces of fruit.
I drank plenty of water. Drank it each day. And I still felt exhausted, alone, destitute.
So I tried to think clearly. Think of simple solutions, to get me out of that mess.
But my mind, it was cloudy, I couldn’t think straight, my head, it was in so much distress.
Conquered I lay down and wondered about other tired folk, the drained folk all down, out and blue.
That’s when I remembered, their doctor fixed them, giving each of them a shot for the flu.
My arms, my legs, my body, my core were all in a war, a war so miserable, dreadful and tragic.
But the doctor gave me antibodies, a microscopic cavalry. They saved the day by doing their magic.
6th april
Categories:
outsides, health, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Swirling flickers from a flame
Whisper on the scented breeze
And dance their mystic game.
Burning wick as shadows change,
Night skitters away in gentlest retreat
From twirling flickers of a flame.
Orange licks that can't be tamed,
Wax dribbles down in such splendid seeps
As it danced it's mystic game.
The magnificent tower it became,
When hollowed outsides begin to weep
How it flickers in the flame.
An elegant flower as you sway,
Calling out to catch the wind it seems
As you dance your mystic game.
The walls slip now, but a pool remains,
It burrows down and shrank so deep.
Unto the last flickers of the flame,
I'm entranced by your mystic game.
Categories:
outsides, celebration, imagery, light,
Form:
Villanelle
The yolk simmers
a large golden spread
far as eye can take
The heat piercing through
dots the lavish paint
with tiny red wounds
The ragged yellow-brown
greasy lace curtain
hugs the ashen wall
A child is waiting
the outsides interlope-in
sounds,smells,sweet'n sour
In haze within
fleeting shades swirl
on a weary-go-round
Eternity ticks on...
he's a willing puppy
after one fatty bone!
The canvas lifts
and in the russet dungeon
a sudden growing glow
A glimmering amber force
striding down stone steps
and then...he's free!
To a universe pink and green
silken air, velvety earth
riding on a rising cloud
The light appearing
in swaddling white
urges him on...
Jubilant, wondering
he takes a doubting step
but he falters, then falls...
Categories:
outsides, introspection, mystery, universe,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.
Categories:
outsides, desire, happiness, health, longing,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum