Best Passive Poems

holding her head still
she’s offended
her face frozen
expressionless
like she practiced
a thousand times
her teeth clenched
veins popping at her temple
she bites her lip
appalled
enraged
but not a word
poisoned darts
tucked in her pocket



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on June 2, 2020 for contest BRIAN'S SELECT 2 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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I created this poem to teach passive voice in an ESL class in Chile  (English as a foreign 
language)

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My heart was broken,
By the sound of your eyes
No words will be spoken,
I will be wise.

Your expressions destroyed my hopes,
My trust is vanished, 
You have put...

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THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)

In Italy a glorious Voice 
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty

When we sing our verbs of action
The way we do, it sounds as if
We’re committing a verbal infraction
For these words can be voiced...

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I don't want to hear,
I don't want to know.
Your life is a Soap Opera,
like a T.V. show.

Your life is a mess.
I can read the signs
but I have trouble keeping track
of my own plot lines.

No one's life runs smooth.
We all have our issues.
I needn't hear yours
to...

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puzzles puzzles
they write in rhyme 
encrypted messages
poisoned in hate
guesses in the dark
surmising
unable to say the truth
denying
hiding
play nice
yet still
there is the knife
Friendship taken for more
what awful gore
innuendos galore

the truth is out
read the encryptions
read the lines
following suit
following suit
this message
will self destruct

IN YOUR MIND

Eileen M...

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taking a class on 
being assertive with love 
I've been so confused

mixed up passive with
whimpy and aggressive with 
assertive 'til now

no wonder the life-
less devestation I've left
in my dreadful wake

passive/aggressive
is my middle name for sure
been without a clue

childhood needs unmet
caused me to rush about to
make...

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Friends fade into the common wave,
lost in their naiveté,
the days change the blame stays,
so on they go,
about their ways, insides rot.

Slave to the poison of their own creation,
oozing from their brain,
fragranting their breath,
voice saps life from their vicinity,
complaining insults, cease not.

Listening ears burn with rage,
and...

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I don't care 
I don't care if you don't kiss me hello 
I don't care if you don't hug me goodbye
I don't care

It doesn't bother me
It doesn't bother me when you don't touch me
It doesn't bother me when you don't look my way
It doesn't bother...

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Global warming fuels climate change;
that's why the weather is acting strange.

Pollution and deforestation;
now affects every single nation.

Our planet is becoming crowded;
folks are scared; their judgment is clouded.

Xenophobia is on the rise;
people harbor hatred in their eyes.

Everyone, it seems, is filled with rage;
we're behaving like rats...

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Leaving behind, the red tulips
You leave, the unnamed autumn
That showered snowy flowers of silent concern.
Throwing thorns on my heart, 
Though it was out of question,
Since no thorns were born of friendship
You listed me in the group of fellows,
Not even to be looked at, of foes...

Alienating...

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Isn’t it fun to be passive aggressive?
Subtle and biting, rather impressive!
Fact-free and spiritually dispossessive
Use of hyperbole: deathly excessive
Squeezed that one in, somewhat digressive
Some might say that crosses to the transgressive
(Authoritatively, overexpressive)
Now, I’m just bordering on the obsessive,
Cycling up and down, manic-depressive.
Or maybe I’m battling imunosuppressives;
Time...

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awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation 
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting 
     said sub routine involving 

     outcome of circumstance
the parameter, perimeter, potentiometer, 
     et...

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fréolic chocolate-branches form upon

         meadows beyond the tessellated glass
         of my home. Whither upon meadows who's
         
  horizon meets with...

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A name on the tip of a tongue.
A father caught in traffic, who never made the party.
A mongrel fighting a lion,
whose only reason for living was the one for which he was dying.

Were you here yet changed so much?
Never be recognised; a caterpillar-butterflied.
But I tried...
...and...

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You give me questions.
Most of which I can answer.
Tested. Algebra......

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