Best Overreacting Poems
Look at my skin,
And categorize me.
Put me in a column,
The society is sickening.
Not a day would pass without me getting called out.
What do I need to do to live in piece?
My skin doesn’t define me,
When can I speak?
Freedom of speech?
Huh, what a silly thing.
Every time I speak,
You act like I’m a little kid.
The color of my skin,
Is hard to find on screens.
Perhaps white is preferable,
Or I’m just overreacting
I have a name you know,
Why call me by a color?
I’m not a walking object,
And yes I am bothered.
I never received apologies,
After anyone said anything offensive to me.
I am a human too,
Put yourself in my shoes.
When can we end this?
How many more poems to come?
How many more riots to count down?
How many march to volunteer?
A crazy old man said “the end is near”
No, stop calling me selfish!
I’m trying to defend myself, can’t you accept this?
If this is what the society has become,
No wonder there are suicides around
Gunshots and wounds,
Can never teach the fools.
If a color is what it takes to get hate,
The humans we are now is a disgrace.
The generation would come,
Would be a hopeless one I’m sure.
If the society is like this,
The seed of success is ruined.
My dearest ancestors who died in their grave,
They are thought being brown was a mistake.
It is still the same until this day.
I guess society has never changed.
A color is not my name.
A color should be praised.
A child should be taught,
Being themselves is not a fault
A color doesn’t define anyone,
A color doesn’t speak for anyone,
Actions are what separate us,
A color plays an innocent part
A color is not my name
In this dark corner
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
I see a light,
A light right ove there,
I cannot reach it.
No longer its there.
In this large group,
Of people I love,
I feel so alone,
Like everyones above.
This isnt a choice,
Of choices its not.
To be sad and depressed
I just think a whole lot.
Through my mind runs some thoughts,
Thoughts of rough times,
The times times of great hurt,
The times of great crimes.
Crimes done unto me
Seems jail would be fitting.
"Oh stop being sad,
Your overreacting."
Though stopping I cant,
Its not my control.
I guess I can try.
Cause its getting old.
If your life is bad,
Well, heck, so is mine.
If yours is so bad
Keep down, dont shine.
I'm scared for us all.
For the world that is.
We are all dead,
Only a few people live.
No one can change.
Not even me.
Cause lifes filled with misery,
hurt, death, not glee.
Listen up now,
I have something to say.
If this all is ending,
Its ending today.
In this dark corner,
Of this dark room,
I sit in the shadows,
I sit in the doom.
Form:
It's hard to care about something if you get no care in return..
It's hard to help someone if they refuse to let you in..
It's hard to believe something if you've never experienced it yourself..
It's hard to accept a situation when you know you can't do anything about it..
Is it that I care too much?
Am I smothering people with my feelings?
Do they not realize what I'm trying to do?
Why can't they accept that I worry?
They need to know I love them..
Perhaps I just don't understand..
Maybe I worry too much..
I guess making myself sick is just Me overreacting..
Or maybe they don't realize how serious I am..
I'm willing to care for you..
Keep you in my heart for as long as you want me..
Even if you treat me like I'm nothing..
I'll still love you just a little bit
If you're good enough to be my friend,
You're good enough for my love..
I'll be here for you all forever..
As long as you can accept the offer stated above..
Time is precious and therefore we have to make it useful with a more better value for ourselves.
The moment when we meet a new person, is it better just relaxed to be ourselves and do everything as normal.
When we can gain interests or the stakeholders, it is not necessary to change, only when we are trying to impress another person to give them a better impression.
But it is just a wasting of time and we may get ourselves overreacting with a confused attitude.
Because if we are sure of ourselves or something (a product), this is indicating the much confidence we have thus a change in character or dignified on our attitude is totally unnecessary.
Be ourselves will remain the best and deliver the lasting result, because we can not sustain lifetime for impersonation others.
To impress others there are usually also involved expenses and we need to use more energy because we imitate to be another person.
If we do something good for ourselves and for the community, it is not really necessary to impress others, just presume we make it for zero additional costs.
Good things will of course be spreading like the wildfire, especially when others are feeling contented, because word of mouth is the best thing that could happen.
Only impress ourselves by doing good things and something we can be proud of.
That will give the best impression for our life and every second is not a wasted time for us.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
http://poems.easybranches.com/never-waste-time-trying-impress-others.html
I don't know
why I stayed
when I knew I deserved better.
You made me feel
as though
I was overreacting,
and selfish.
You said I don't drown
in an ocean
I stick my face in a
puddle.
You say the waves that crash
into me
are only cars
driving over puddles.
You told me I was faking it.
I believed you
and coped
with alcohol and drugs.
I got rid of you.
I still feel like I'm
faking,
overreacting,
lying,
like I don't deserve better.
Substance or alcohol abuse,
Number one.
Joins a gang and carries a
Gun.
Makes bad decisions,
Impulsive.
Appears nervous,
Often disruptive.
Irresponsible with life
And finances.
Takes a lot of risky
Chances.
High emotions, no emotions,
No in-between.
Always in trouble,
Can't get clean.
Inability to process the highs
And lows.
Running against the way the
Wind blows.
Completely shut down,
Overreacting.
Filled with doubt and
Self-loathing.
Inconsistent with no
Motivation.
Often ruins the family
Vacation.
Full blown mania,
Deep dark depression.
Super funny then
Full of aggression.
Takes everything and makes
It personal.
Always combative and
Confrontational.
Have problems paying
Attention.
Shows resistance to
Intervention.
CHILDHOOD TRAUMA SIGNS
Turbo 1904 ?
I walk on eggshells hoping he does not explode,
into a burst of anger that only me he shows,
that he wont say that word i know is going to hurt me,
and if i try to fight back i know he will desert me,
so i lower my voice and plead quite quietly,
for the pain to go away even if it does not leave silently,
but no matter how i react i know it will not matter,
because then he begins to yell so loud it makes my body shatter,
i know this is not right but i cant find the strength to leave,
im scared of stepping forward because im afraid my heart will bleed,
its been stabbed and bruised and its aching with every beat.
what happened to the girl i knew her head is now always at her feet,
no one understands her everyone believes his lies,
and even through her tears no one answers any of her cries,
blame is shifted backwards she takes it on her shoulders,
she wished someone would of warned her someone would of told her,
everyone says that she is wrong and to blame for his own actions,
her jaw drops in shock at his supporters' reactions,
she is not allowed to talk or to of herself defend,
if she dare try its over its the end,
its a losing battle she possesses no sword no armor,
a free ranged target for him its easy to harm her,
he has no remorse nothing to regret,
because if she speaks against it a blaming scene is set,
she is wrong for making him feel guilty and pointing out the truth,
because then she is overreacting and she is wrong for feeling used,
so in the end of it all she is the cause of his misery,
and he says he is better off without her and that he wants to be set free
I'm a speech punk; kind of a menace
Not sure if the word is permissible in these parts
But that's the word I need, life's a furnace
So flush that. Gosh, you leave me no choice
I'm trying to speak, hear my voice in the whisper
Through the walls of disparaging noise
This is the true genesis of your lyrical nemesis
Within the lofty walls of these subliminal premises
So join me in these choruses
If you are tired of all those empty promises
I know some will hold on to being cynical
And insist that so and so is not tyrannical
On the offensive, trying to sound authentic
I’m getting tired of these old nonverbal diatribes
Untried ideological theories from war times
Self-proclaimed superheroes asking for more time
Descending heavily on dissenters
I find it interesting. You insist on destruction
But cry foul over the consequential sanctions
Questions leading to more questions
Your overarching approach is nonsensical
You're overreaching, overreacting
Flashing knives and talking peace treaties
I choose reason, so I'll be philosophical
Through and through until people know the truth
I'll show you who is master in this class
Through the looking glass, looking straight ahead
Hard forehead set against their hardcore hearts
Delicate apples of eyes rolling upon these surfaces
Don't forget light shines in the darkness
These are obviously obnoxious princes of madness
Gospel hardened bumpkins, hard of hearing
Pluck off their ear muffs and remove the earplugs
I don't know, it's the starkness
Of their skewed vision and aversion to reality
Posing, for whatever reason, as minimalists
And all of us losers attempting to look strong
Strolling roughshod on dog dump filled terrain
They say without travail there are no babies
So, I'm caught barefoot in this hell of a place
No name, upstart among folks with no faces
Clasping hands holding back nervous chuckles
Upon the sight of my adversaries' bleeding knuckles
Section such and such paragraph this and that
Yeah, voiceless man quoting verses
Telling the man with the pitchfork to get lost
Once I fell
A very long way
Time becomes nearly still
Just as they say
In the descent
Strangely, it seems now, I am able to mull
The nearness and implications of my unexpected end
Approaching at the speed of ground
I emerge bruised but something new
Overreacting, interminably repeating
This eventually recedes too
So that I go on as before, stumbling and dreaming
As I fall, I see her watching, still strong
I wonder, she will stand for how long?
September 10, 2016
Last year around this time,
We were all watching, waiting although it was Super white.
And then Leo won(finally, the academy being relieved of that atrocious crime).
This year I can't help agreeing, the academy is right
Although Miranda kind of lost with his song in Moana,
But wait for it, the Oscars in its height, around midnight-
That's when everybody sits on the sofa,
"Oh, I think La La Land will win this year, let me make that clear
Moonlight was a tearjerker but it is not in the same league by even one iota!"
So the time nears,
The Presenter enters, hugs and kisses exchanged
Applause, whispers, cheers and jeers
La la land's destiny fulfilled,
But "hold on, wait, the show runner's got something to say to y'all
Moonlight is the winner after all!"
The drama, the suspense, the rigged, and unrigged,
we just close one eye and wave in nonchalance," Well, it's Hollywood"
Maybe there is something we are ignoring,
Maybe there is some conspiracy,
Some deep dark secret.
maybe it's just the universe playing a cruel jape
Maybe it's nothing, we are overreacting
Just like we overreact to so many things.
So what if a large orange Monster rules over the world?
So what if Britain is not a part of EU?
One day we will realise,
To our dismay.
That the human kind did not survive until today if we are made of clay.
Everything will be okay.
And we will keep surviving regardless of whatever surprises the galaxy throws our way
So dust off your troubles,
If you keep worrying.
Things will be alright.
Someday.
poets hate to get straight to the point, well she hates it, but she's clearly not a typical poet, she may choke on a metaphor or two, but she can express herself with the best of them, unfortunately this poem will not flow as poetically, she has a vivid point to get across, contrary to other works, this poem, well letter, is for him, she didn't just ask for a "just because" teddy bear, she asked him, she noticed him lost near a familiar horizon, perplexed if not tormented by his own thoughts, she noticed him, from the calming waters she danced in, knowingly stepping into shallow waters, that same horizon had her lost in translation, now words that once came easy she cannot convey, his sudden appearance in her life, scares her, she's frightened by possibility, for he could be the "more" she's prayed for, he could be colors to paint the gray skies she's accustomed to, he could be the world that revolves in and around her, he could hum her favorite song to save himself for the sake of her, he could be like a tree rooted deeply in her, keeping her cozy like her poetry, he could be human form poetry, he could be her poetry, the medicine for her sleepless nights, he could be her awakening that jolts her up at 3am to write, he could be as refreshing as rain, he could be here simply to combat her deepest pains, if only he knew more than just her name, if only he could adapt to the rules of her game, a tricky game where he could earn her heart, through writing this her anxiousness, her lion, her inner lion, is tamed, with hopes she ignited his flame, she hopes he runs into a crowd, pushing strangers left and right, all to see her, to seek her, revealing to her that she is worth the pursuit, worth being sought out after, she won't reveal a word, she vows to remain the silent southern hummingbird, but the melody, her lone melody, could come alive in him, now harmony, but she's probably overreacting, she knows she's overreacting, she knows why he's so overwhelming, she'll continue to write and vent to you strangers, she waits until she connects with him... this was her long-winded way of getting straight the point.. in short, this is why she asked for a "just because" teddy bear.. (she laughs)
Spurious words said
Agitating inner peace
Losing the temper
Raging with intensity
Overreacting in vain
Yelling for no reason
Overreacting because I love you
Accusing me of treason
I can't stand you
Ignoring me
When it's convenient
Looking for you
On another continent
Lamenting over loneliness
What happened to our happiness?
It faded away
Into the brevity of yesterday
Why can't we start again
Love each other
Like we did back then
Can we start again?
When I was young
I longed to
be surrounded by trees,
water and flowers
without bees,for
fear I might get stung:
Overreacting I would run...
act a fool when I'd see one.
But no-matter
the price,bees or not,
I had to be in my poet spot.
My poet spot was there back in
the day,but now it is not.
The sun would undress me,
I'd just sit while the
soft breeze caressed me.
There I could ponder,
with the water trickling
underneath my feet.
No one knew this spot,
I'd always go alone,
so I could think
my selfish poet thoughts....
In my Poet spot,the spot
I deemed to be just for me!
Thinking clearly now,writing freely,
Breathing oxygen in,
I wrote so freely back then....
I'd put back on my clothes,
and dry off my feet,watch
a butterfly carefully....
I let the beetle free ,
who kept me company
against his will.
Made two Praying Mantis fight.
I knew this wasn't right to write.
Then I'd go home .
“I’m scared to love you, please don’t hurt me”
New and exciting
Two hearts longing for one another
Hips colliding
Every laugh, every kiss, every hug
You
Me
Us
“You’re the only one I want, forever”
My heart is now two
The other half was in you
Forever we said
No matter where no matter what
600 miles was never too much
“The label is too much for me”
Where have we gone
I want you
But do you want me
I’m with you
But still so lonely
One crack in my heart
“I shouldn’t have taken you for granted, I love you always”
My heart skips a beat
I love you
I need you
You're the air i breathe
I’m young my heart will heal
Just don’t leave
“I swear I didn’t cheat, please don’t leave”
One video
Another girl
My hearts on the floor
This is how it feels
What did I do?
Don’t do it again
please
I still need you
You betrayed me
I can’t leave you
“Jesus calm down, you’re overreacting”
Why can’t i feel
Why won’t you hear me
Is the mic not on
What did i do?
I feel
I feel
But you don’t see
To you im just crazy
“You stress me out, leave me alone”
Crying on the floor
The air isnt working
Why can’t I breathe?
My hearts tight
Ring ring
Decline
Ring ring
Decline
I need you
Im dying please save me
I need you to love me again
“I want to be with you”
The hook is so deep in my cheek
Let me go
I can’t breathe
What will life be like without you?
When was the last time I didn’t cry?
Oh but i need you
You complete me
Why does someone who loves me,
Hurt me?
“I can’t promise you anything”
When did you stop loving me?