Best Overstated Poems
Bird Seed
The power of a small kindness,
can never be overstated.
Three Year Old….thinking
that potty training thing was over rated
and that “big boy” thing - quite overstated
now I can pee on the ants
thank goodness for my “big boy” pants
my feet are cold
I miss my “footies”
my “wuzzie” – mom had to boil it
just cuz I washed it – in the toilet
tried the cat’s food this morning
now I know why he licks himself
I’m kinda like a sunbeam
I can’t sit still
dressed myself this morning
who knew – colors clashed!!
wonder what the cat would look like
with a new hair cut
I wonder what it is I’ve done
when mom says “Dad, go get your son!”
why can’t you guys leave me alone
and let me enjoy my ice cream cone
got hold of the remote last night
they’ll never find it
I like bugs – mom doesn’t
thought it was funny – it wasn’t
6/22/2017
Submitted to – Three year olds thoughts – Poetry Contest
Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress everyone with the hand you have
only we all have the same cards
Razor sharp edges and frosty images
We are slush after a too many Sunday afternoon
Deteriorated with a warped spinal column and a stone-washed mentality
Liquefied by last season's snow boots and plowed to the side most of the time
Human quality is overstated and overrated
the world is far too over populated
we are all the uniform
snowflake
with carbon bonds, hydrogen and oxygen
I doubt my DNA complexity is what makes my soul mine
We are all hypocrites, benevolence is only to benefit ourselves
When you come out of the cloud your eyes are misted and your judgment’s
twisted
With age it doesn't get better only you assume you grasp what you require
But really you've been programmed and proselytized until you do not know what
you desire
We come out with different intentions and modifications but I’ll see you in the end
Still that damned snowflake condemned
Can you see
through to his invisibility
Don’t grasp onto
who you need him to be.
Sure, he’s a bit complicated
Let him be fancy free and overstated
If you try to hard you’ll never be sated
Change this
change that
He’ll never be that cat
Meow mix baby
listen to him scat
His ideas are deliciously fat
Lay out all the bases
It’s his turn at bat!
If you let him
he’ll move to you
If not you’ll be through
There will be nothing
you can say or do
Unless you be you
and let him be him
your chances are slim
Cause he’s cool hand Luke
disguised as Jim
hat slanted with smirk
eyes hidden below the brim
He can’t see
through your invisibility
You are now the ghost
he needs you to be
No need for explanations
to describe your decisions
You couldn’t fix him
to meet your expectations.
You made the wrong calculations!
Don't slide your arm around my shoulder
unless you want yours to be dislocated
Don't try to tell me I'm beautiful
trust me it's overstated and overrated
Don't ask me if you can get me a shot
I'll probably give you some lip
not the kind your thinking though
more like replying with will you make it hollow tip?
Don't try to tell me you'll take me
to places I've never been
Like where an abandon warehouse
covered in plastic is that what you intend?
Trust me it's for your own good so just stay on over there
cuz i don't always play well with others
and i never said the game was fair
a million others just like you sweet talking all the time
the same words to all the girls dumb enough to fall behind
Now this is nothing personal your not the first to try
I'm sorry it has to be this way but your just another guy
What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir
Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite.
Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill,
Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill.
Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame
“We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game”
Lady Bell and I, champion ballroom dance,
After meeting Fred Astaire, purely by chance.
I worked with Crosby, taught him to Croon,
Just as well really, he couldn’t sing in tune.
Rupert went to school with Dame Vera Lynn,
and starred in a war film with Anthony Quinn.
Mortenson served, in old Atlee’s Cabinet,
Roberta was a Barrister when they first met.
Bradman hit this Six, into the members stand,
Luckily, I caught it, stretching out one hand.
I got a hole in one, on the sixth at Upper Plumb,
Sir Monty looked aghast, utterly struck dumb.
Sent my son to Eton, toughen him up a tad,
Hopefully play at Flanker, just like my old Dad.
Got myself a Cadi’, drives like a dream,
Shiny sleek and black, trim of vintage cream.
Gielgud and Guinness, met me at the Royal,
A script for their new play, Rich Man & Toil.
Later with QE2, after receiving my MBE,
She asked my opinion, of the shows on BBC.
I stayed at base camp, nursing a busted leg,
Hilary splinted it up, with rope and spare tent peg.
Spent some time in Burma, till the Japs came in,
Came home to Blighty, temper wearing thin.
I was at the Oval when Hutton hit 364,
England posted 903, a record breaking score.
In service with his lordship, so many stories,
Serving champagne to upper class Tories.
Tales might be true, just a little overstated,
Like the one that got away, typically inflated.
They were rather pompous, but often kind,
Especially the ones, left with half a mind.
Get me a stiff one Walters, Champers is gassy,
Just Lords way, sounding snob and brassy.
Then I won the football pools,
Bought my wife a gem,
So now I am a gentleman,
Just like the rest of them.
Give me something I that I can hold on to
If I am to lose you now
My heart will implode from desperate sorrow
We promised to be there though to the end, it was an eternal vow
Can you stay? We know we need each other more than ever
I would have you close to protect and always keep you
But you’re slipping away and changing, that hurts the most
You’re not mine however, so what am I to do
It breaks my spirit to have you not know my heart
I should have told you how I still feel it all
You need to know how this wrecks me endlessly
I put up my guard yet over and over in love, I continue to fall
All the shoulds, coulds and woulds
And the past that I can’t change, that is what I would in a second trade
I trust you most and I think of you incessantly
But I find you fading away, what a mistake I have made
You drift closer to the end of your days to leave me behind
Sadness fills me because I cannot follow and time was wasted
Why was I afraid to put my heart in your hands?
Now I cannot be with you and my despair at that cannot be overstated
You look right through me as you lay resting in your bed
It is you I need the most and you know
You have been all I wanted all this while
And today I cling to your hand, as my love continues to grow
When you are gone, I will remember your smile
I will crave your bright glow
Your aura that is irreplaceable and I will find it in no other
I will think of you forever and for all my days it will show
Hypocritical, unethical, selfish, and unlearned
Under developed use of our overstated minds
Militant masochists tend to rule this world
Antagonistic especially towards our own people
Narcissistic insight concerning the global scale
Intelligence is wasted instead of being shared
Tragedy encompasses us forever the witch hunt
Yesterday's life lessons are learned nowhere
11/12/17
Written for contest: "Humanity/Acrostic"
Won 3rd Place in Contest Results
They said that love was for creepers.
People who spend too much on booze
and praise saxophone blues.
Bodies aching for a warm touch-
waltzing alone in a room filled with people.
And love impairs your senses
makes you see the best in people.
It makes assholes look like heroes.
And love lessens your concentration
or intensifies it.
She only noticed his limp
after their fifth date.
And he was infatuated by her lisp
from the first day they met.
And I'm not a poet, when it comes to expressing myself.
So these words have stacked themselves
to the ceiling of my mouth
and I want to kiss you-
gently and sweetly
before they all burst out.
I'm love drunk.
and I slur and er at all the witnesses in this bar.
And they said that love was overrated-
and those three words were overstated.
But here I am serenading you,
my tears are bubbling in my champagne glass
this New Year's eve.
I now wear my heart on my sleeve
A new cuff-link that beats
and aches
and bleeds
whenever our hands meet.
I've forgotten the burden of being alone
and the pain of being stoned at home
when it's two in the morning and no one calls.
These words are all I can give you
so kiss me slow and kiss me smooth
before these words find a way to elude
this crazy mind of mine.
Ken sits and stares from his pink cadillac.
She’s unlike the pretty girl he dated.
Birthday suit stretched on tight over nude slacks.
She’s definitely not overstated.
Ken thinks his Godiva’s lost her mind.
Nevertheless he buys her a pony
to ride and a very long wig that blinds.
Barbie giddyaps — she’s fancy-free.
It is as simple as that, she’s cut out
her fashion wardrobe, wears no pantyhose.
She was a lifetime working girl, devout.
Tired of modeling, Barbie wears no clothes.
5/7/2021
You’re a nice guy but,
No veneer toughness to call your own
Arguments are a mystery that you fail to solve
You're a nice guy but,
Trouble is the mirror image of swagger
You struggle from shattered glass syndrome
You're a nice guy but,
A tale I’ve heard too many times
The understatement of phrases often overstated
He threw away…he threw away my friendship
I’m as sad as a lonesome goldfish in the bowl
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
I don’t know what…I don’t know what to think anymore
Without you opening me up, I’m a locked door
Oooh…I must get a grip
Get a grip, man…
Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
I’m a lonesome ghost…(I need to get a grip)
Hopeless in love…
Trying to find friendship (on another level no doubt),
Overflowing with love…(something to marvel about)
I gottah get a grip one day!
(Get a grip) x3 Love is so overrated…
God’s love is so underrated
Worldly love is overstated
And I’ve waited for true love…
But my time was wasted
~~~Chorus~~~
I don’t know what to think of this
Might as well…might as well slip into the abyss
Kiss tragedy and wave a farewell
I miss you already…I’m under your wicked spell…
Oh well…I’m a boy and a loner,
Hopeless in love
So hopeless in love
Dealing with so much pain
Dripping continually like acid rain
Dealing with extreme separation anxiety
Ripping apart your ribcage, so I can be set free
So I can crawl out of captivity
Look at me…
Just look at me for a second or two!
Have you any empathy?
I see your eyes, soaking with tears of rue
~~~~~~
Prologue
Preliminary jazzy melodies bestow the ambiance,
Rustic, sophisticated, out to impress.
Eyes investigate thoroughly with probing curiosity,
The newly found treasure is now being appraised.
Every remark scrutinized for first impression,
Nervousness generates levels of intimidation.
The air encompasses overstated dialogue,
Intensions to impress with prosperity.
Overstated boastful conversations ,
Upsurge of uncertainty conceals itself.
Signs of contempt saturate the Bistro.
there is no ink between those lines
so sit beside me, put away your ire
no whitespace to read, everything's fine
It's been a long day and we're both tired
even now, golden is the light to be seen
windowed breeze blows fresh to inhale
now breathe it deep and let us convene
refreshing now, we swap accounts to regale
and feast upon our time between
the past we knew and a future awaited
even now, seems we're sittin' midstream
in a life that cannot be overstated
how utterly great it is experiencing now
with you beside me, even better somehow
© Goode Guy 2012-09-19
You made my life a file of fights
Found and vowed to crush my little trust
Mistook me for a dying nigga on a bye bed
Took chances to run my single moment i appeared
Turning my IQ all round to drain all my hope
No sense of yah-self over the fence
Thought I'd end up in a 6-feet hole
You at a point seemed friends to be fried with me
You showcased a love that seemed rare
Them mistook us for brothers
Respected us for our humanity
Overstated us for our togetherness
The team of the untold, unspoken
Then like a coin all turned
Like an awaken lioness you changed the perception
Now in the battlefield
Like an angry hungry Ngiri I'll fight back
Stronger and smoulder I am now
Like a hurt dog I'll take a revenge
Ready to fight a fight fought not
like an armed smasher I'll make your arms slim
Ruthlessly I take my turn to roll the ball
One by one I'll make yah curse your maternity nurse
Not sorry for that what I'll do
Not ready nor real to change it
For the after-result matters less to me
And you effects not worth being my A.O.B
For you thought not while you acted and reigned
Am now in.