Best Overpower Poems
* ~Dark Silver Haze~ *
(side#1) (side #2)
come taste life ---------- Heart-warming wine
old and stale, ---------- Jot down a line
unflavored, unpolished, --------- Mood changes hue
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
the lowest feeling ---------- How high the cost
eternal gray sky ---------- How much is lost
hollow memories ---------- Back payment due
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
weak limbs, overpower ------- Head shake and sigh
moments of lights -------- None left to deny
everything ends -------- Insight in view
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
torn from reality -------- Somehow I gain
low spirits of sorrow -------- Beauty from pain
bitter and dull, --------- As thoughts turn to you
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
**A deep Look Into The eyes of the Poet Destroyer**
~A Tim Ryerson Collaboration~
Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)
A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never elected for what was!
No matter,
They wipe their assets clean with our dreams
Forgetting to wipe their own toilet seats clean
Trying to make us feel dirtier than scat
Feeding off our paper when their toilet bowl water level is low
Toilet bowl PO-poes, wiping without dental floss
Missing everything in between reality
Trying to be kind, saying "One Day We'll Be Good Enough!"
Offering their Golden Plunger,
straight from the Home Depot shelves
No Thank You! My plunger a true gift from Mr. Wal-Mart himself
Next time you feel the need to offer a reference point
Please caption your name when you drop by,
Rinse thoroughly when speaking my name,
Then I will listen when you talk civilized
Correct my punctuations and spelling errors
The weakest trait you wear
You are no Prophet, just white tissue turning brown
Your Justification comes from old dry grapes falling from the vines
Ridicule will never give you the respect, for what you are!
We, the few poets from the hood,
overpower any change you offer Goodwill
Crumbling and flushing what does not meet your standards
Trying hard to force feed us soup, without giving us bibs
Thank you
Toilet Bowl Committee
For clogging up my drain with your bull$h!T
By: Keeping it Real (The Downtown Hood)
Date: 12-15-13
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Who'd have thought words make them react like this,
failing to see my wit, just the unattractiveness.
An eye for crudeness that'll overpower the humorous.
I'm sure within their brain a tumour lives.
Has your face ever felt the force of a fist?
It'll twist your perception like a contortionist,
because offence and pain aint two of the same.
One requires staples so that the blood's contained,
the other's just a thought you'd rather not maintain.
I get that neither are a source used to entertain,
but at the end of the day crudeness aint pain.
Offence is just a nuisance you choose to refuse,
it aint a scar, a cut or a bruise.
Scars are something you can never remove,
but when I got mine I made jokes that amused.
So can you help me now please and give me some clues,
when I'd been hit by a knuckle duster I was less confused.
Do you really feel pain when I'm crude and rude?
Please explain how words upset and leave you offended.
How does it feel and how do you end it?
Is it just simple natural sounds that you can't stand?
Compare that to soldiers losing limbs and can't stand.
If this is you I've just one thing to say my friend,
your life is easy if words drive you around the bend.
POTD
5/7/2018
Twinges of familiar sadness
Threaten to overpower my very being
Can I truly be unseen?
Perhaps I never wanted them to intervene
Silence is all I can give you now
As I absorb all of my thoughts
They rot in my very soul. . .
They burn me into gruel and nothingness
I feel the urge to sleep
To somehow escape the. . .depression
That is exactly what it is
I cannot escape it
I don't want to try. . .
I guess I want to be alone
Yet somehow my soul is screaming for your comfort
That you never give
I just don't want to live. . .
It can truly be unseen
Somehow I know that is what I want
But not what I expect. . .
Sad, isn't it?
Low as low can be
I never wanted these feelings
These feelings wanted me. . .
4-29-13
*not sure if this should be a rhyme or free-verse...it's a bit sporadic..*
MY COUNTRY INDIA
INDIA : My motherland shines as poem.
My Pride : My Glory : My Peace: My Bliss : I claim.
Traditional culture since ancient age
owes to peace and love as holy heritage.
Never to overpower other race.
Met on non-violence staying in grace.
Power-loving intruders bowed to serenity.
Mingled merged in unity for tranquility.
Great India believes in integrity.
‘Service above self’ : Her priority.
Secular country to respect each Nation
accepting ‘’ Humanity’ ‘ as religion .
Tricolor National Flag to exhibit
Saffron, White, Green with Blue wheel on strip white.
Saffron stands for Self-esteem and Sacrifice.
White to show Truth, Purity and Perfect Peace.
Green with Courage, Vigor and Fertility.
Spikes of wheel on symbols of Activity.
Twenty- four spikes represent twenty- four hours work.
Ceaseless labor devoted on honest walk.
Universal Morals sparkle in glory
India presents peace - loving history.
You spread your fog of iridescent hue;
hide well realities of black and white
beneath your dazzling drops of diamond dew.
Then shadows turn to piercing rays of light
that shock the heart and race the crimson blood
to momentary madness of the mind-
to soon be swept away within the flood
that leaves mundane reality behind.
Yet, like the fog, you slowly melt away
to bare concreteness and once more redeem
the white and black and gray that somehow stay
to overpower the psychedelic dream.
But leave behind one dewdrop as you flee-
for art is cut from gems of fantasy.
That's what I am
A Servant To Poetry
I'm dominated by passion
with Muses spreading their light
I've sacrificed myself
freed myself to be ruled
my total being possessed
by forces that overpower
my actions, thoughts
It's as if I am
alienated from reality
in my own domain
in the zone of an empire
that transcends actualization
Justification penetrates
as desires are perplexed
by this controlling force
that drives me to performances
delivering unquestioned joy
and satisfaction.
Seething turbulent waters
Angry billowing waves
Ready to pound and crush
To pull under and punish
To churn and churn
And leave breathless
Gasping, fighting for breath
For LIFE
Angry...where once it was calm
Tranquil
Serene and deep
Oh, so deep
With treasures to be explored
With beauty to be seen
GRASPED
Felt and enjoyed
Now…..the storm is brewing
The waves cresting
Readying themselves to crash down
To obliterate
And exact revenge
For the sea is a force of nature
Not to be tampered with
It can mesmerize
It can allure and excite
Drench and envelope
With liquid euphoria
But it cannot be tamed
It WILL not be tamed
It will tame
Conquer
OVERPOWER
Devour and spew out
If not understood
If not appreciated
If not held in awe and respect
It can threaten one's very existence
And if it chooses not to destroy
It is sure to leave the foolish hearted
Lost
LOST at SEA
YES, I will leave you
LOST in MY SEA
Of ANGRY PASSION
Eileen Manassian Ghali
~ The sting of death will always bring pain ~ grieve in peace ~
quote by poet
Every day he brings flowers to the place where the ashes are buried
The pain is at times unbearable, a dark g a t e
It takes years to learn to bear grief with grace and acceptance
Thoughts surround, envelop and overpower him completely
He can barely m u t t e r her name without crying
She placed her smile as a blooming j e w e l
Touches the s h a d o w, angels don't fall from the sky
You , with those green eyes
That melt my heart , overpower me.
Your lips touching mine
Your giant hands burning my skin.
The two of us trapped ,
among flat boxes.
I drink from you , you drink from me,
my heart is white again.
Like a dove on its nest .
I lose myself in the profundity of your breath,
your soul grabs mine;
and walks me through the labyrinth that is your life.
And I feel like my wings are growing back.
-Persephone, don’t eat the juicy pomegranate seeds ! Screamed my Eng 102 professor from a distance .
- just fly away !
-He’ll make you stay , you won’t be free !
Still I did .
HABITS
We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just a simple cue!
We pass a highway that we know well
And put our car into cruise mode, swell,
This is routine, and we follow this road
For there is a reward,
We will shortly arrive at a place,
To which we associate a particular face,
And we store this for it feels good,
We now have adopted a habit,
That’s understood!
A repetitive gym advert
On TV, is yet another cue,
We lace up our sneakers, lay out our
Clothes, kiss husband goodbye
So long Hugh!
This has become routine,
For in a week or two
Our reward is due,
We will feel bran new
When we stand on our scale,
Which now tells a new tale!
A few more kilos you will
Have shed, we love this new
Routine, wow it is working
And without even shirking,
One gym lesson, we love the reward,
We once hated gym,
Now we never get bored,
And besides feeling healthy
We make our lives lengthy.
But some habits beware,
Cause strain, so refrain,
For these habits try to engulf
Us with guilt,
But our willpower will
Overpower guilt, if well built,
Willpower is the conscious mind,
And alerts us if we intend,
To be unkind,
So hurrah for the conscious,
We heartily cheer,
But the unconscious is
What brought us here,
To crossroads between the two,
Everyone differs in their view.
We must therefore
First think everything through,
For we adopt habits by
Storing more information,
And progressively throughout,
Each generation,
Embrace many a new habit,
But sometimes
Just do not grab it!
Psychiatrists forge forward
What a dilemma,
To find answers, neither
Altered or awkward!
Wrote this poem after having read he Power of HABIT by Charles Duhigg.
Silently, she lies there listening to sirens off in the distance,
On the bed where they just recently enjoyed each other’s passion.
The neighborhood dogs, barking at the noise in the night, are taken inside by their owners.
Tears streak down her cheeks knowing that never again would she make love to him.
Never again would they kiss and make up;
Never again would they laugh together until it hurt;
Never again would she stare intently into his deep, dark eyes;
Never again would she cuddle with him in the dark of the night;
Never again would he strike her in anger;
Never again would he leave bruises all over her body;
Never again would he overpower her with his brute strength;
Never again would she lie about how she got another black eye.
She loved him too much to find fault with his behavior;
Surely, somehow, she must have deserved the full force of his wrath.
She hated him too much to continue to endure the pitiful look in his eyes
As if asking, why do you allow me to treat you like a whore?
Flashing lights of blue and red reflected off the corners of the bedroom wall.
Neighbors, dressed in bathrobes, pointed the police officers to the window of her room.
The gun which pierced the silence of the night with six rapid, successive blasts
Slipped from her fingers, landing on the floor next to the lifeless body of her man.
Your lost yourself
-Just Stop
You became what you tossed
heart covered by frost
you became what you feared
being alone,
-You disappeared
You lost yourself
-Just scream
soon you covered by darkness
swallowed by the lockness
soon life was just not worth living
you haven’t received what you’ve been giving
You lost yourself
-Just Breathe
hold it. let it go
just stop asking why
remember a butterfly will fly
regardless of the storm nearby
You lost yourself
-Just dream
the light will overpower the darkness
the love will kill the lockness
soon life will be giving
what you thought was not worth living
you lost yourself
-Just Live
your heart will defrost
not everything will seem so lost
what you feared
being alone,
-isn’t as severe
You lost yourself
just stop
just scream
just breathe
just dream
just live
Butterfly,
regardless you will fly
-Just don’t ask why.
I disappointed God by living a life where I should have died
Many times often times I wanted to commit suicide
Because of the shame that wouldn't subside
Meeting people I didn't know
My affections I couldn't let go
I could only imagine that it's like being on drugs
I Only really wanted was for somebody to show me love
Hooked on it like heroine
Loving that thing God hates and so does most of the world
Loving boys when it should have been girls
Sometimes Most of the world does what i did as well
But what do you do when your lust and your emotions
Are boiling over burning like coal
Or like a pot on the stove
And when people throw verbal blows
But don't you know that God will put a block on you
Cause He will keep them away and keep them at bay
I could have been destroyed and I should have been
Cause God will give you over to your sin
Cause you don't know where I've been
Both emotionally and sexually
My disruption was apart of my destiny
The way to your destiny is pain
Like child birth but dont sin against God keep God first
Lest you be worse yea I know it hurts
Don't let beauty of men and women devour you
Or overpower you
love the inner you as well as the outer you
We need love to overpower
All the hate some people shower
On the world it is not nice
When others have to pay the price
With sadness and heartbreak
It's enough for goodness sake
Where did all this violence come from
Something really needs to be done
We never used to live like this
Everybody joined in bliss
Neighbors helping other neighbors
Now the mist of angry vapors
Is spreading so far and wide
No matter how much we've tried
To stop this fog of nastiness
It is ready to resist
Anything we throw its way
Getting more worse every day
We need to find a big solution
For this negative pollution
So our world air can be clean
Shining brightly with a sheen
Of love care and kindness
Putting an end to the blindness
Some people have, they can not see
How it's affecting you and me