Best Peers Poems
Give me the attention i need
baby
Im craving you for my sanity
Ill be a naughty girl baby
Do anything you ask of me
Given me the attention i need
baby
Show me i exist
Your driving me insane baby
With your lack of interest
Im begging for my need baby
I can feel it deep inside
Its more than sexual
exploration
Its more than one quick ride
Im beggin for your attention
baby
I got nothin to hide
DISTICH TRISTICH truth to tell, two or three lines in parallel
TETRACTYS Stebbings did contrive a complete thought in five
DEMI SONNET at sixes and sevens
VERBLESS POETRY verse in words sans verbs
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I have someone indeed
Who is beside with me
It helps me when I need
It loves & cares me deep
Its like a shadow behind
That fills my strength & deem
It makes me feel protect
Sparrows in skies like jet
In cold & rainy day
It gave me safe loved shed
In shade of caring shed
I hold its hand to get
Its love n care i bet
I wish to make a ride
To stars & dreamy sky
With twinkling spark in eyes
Just have a great dream ride
To make your spirits high
I love to see morn rise
As it brings hopes to life
New sun now comes up with,
New things which leads you high
I kept my peers so dear
Because we all were near
In lobbies chatting all gossip
Was like a sour & sweet grape sip
That time is yet so rare
Now nobody just cares
I wish to be back kid
To open the youthful lid
Our time went like a flayer
We didn't noticed the player
That took us fast to dare
Those days were very fair
I miss my peers & dears
Who were life's part so fair
I wish the world so mean,
To fluid itself ,to make a visible keen
I won't ever forget
Their contributions i bet
They made my life Joyed act
So i won't have regret
I love my peers & dears
Who were life's part so fair
I want them to survive
With me & my memories dive
HI IM SOPHIE
THE ONE YOU ALWAYS LAUGH AT
WHY DO YOU HATE ME
CAN YOU EVEN ANSWER THAT
YOU'D HATE ME IF I WERE GAY
YOU'D HATE ME IF STRAIGHT
YOU'D HATE IT IF I HAD A GIRLFRIEND
OR IF THE QUARTERBACK ASKED ME ON A DATE
YOU'D MOCK ME IF I WERE POOR
EVEN MORE IF I WERE RICH
I'D EITHER BE AN INDIGENT
OR A STUCK UP *****
MY BEAUTY WOULD INTIMIDATE YOU
MY FLAWS YOU WOULD FLAUNT
ONCE YOUR MEAN WORDS ARE SPOKEN
THEY DON'T DIE THEY HAUNT
REMEMBER THE THINGS YOU SAID TO ME
THE MOMENTS THAT MADE ME CRY
THE SAME WAY YOU DID
WHEN YOUR HEART WAS BROKEN BY THAT GUY
REMEMBER THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME
THAT LEFT BRUISES AND MADE ME BLEED
THE SAME WAY YOU DID
WHEN YOU FELL FROM THE PYRAMID WHILE CHEERING FOR THE TEAM
ALL THE TIMES YOU EMBARRASSED ME
MADE ME HANG MY HEAD IN SHAME
IF THEY DONT SAVE ME IN TIME
ARE YOU THE ONE TO BLAME
YOU SEE WE'RE NO DIFFERENT
YOU AND ME
EXCEPT I WAS PERSUCUTED BY A JURY OF MY PEERS
AND YOURS SET YOU FREE
Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)
(9.7.10)
Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.
Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.
Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.
Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.
Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.
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Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.
LANTERNE short and sweet ,1,2 3 4 1, a cinquain half done!
FIBONACCI 1,1 2 3 its mathematical as you can see
QUATERNION any verse or form , four topics is the norm
BROKEN MONOKU at the caesura, a haiku separated into two
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Peers
Eye remember the last time eye respected and emulated mye peers they peered all over
mee. While eye jumped from piers with pears and pares the toenails from the edifice of hice
bewails while jumping pairs of twice brickled edifice pickled in the briny sea side limping on
both feet after fourteen miles a day of hiking where the sun is shade. Eye have a memory
that seldom comes but sometimes when annoyed eye remember getting mad at mye new
friend eye made while travelling. We were sitting in the overpass of freeways looking glasses
turned down to drain the light of flashes. Eye took mye flashlight to the concrete underpass
and smashed it. My friend was asking what was wrong with me so eye had to get creative
quickly. Not wanting to dismember him eye quickly said this was done at your behest not
understanding none of this he sighed and walked away to live another day that’s best. For
eye was only wanting solitude and rest. He got drunks and sold the knives. Drunkards
wanting tankards full furnish many people with foolish things for below cost no advertising
word of mouth just hand to hand attained detachments. They sell cars at second hand prices
and deter the will to live. Telling old defeated Granny she must drive like a snail to get there
and she will. Adding multiples of two and coming to conclusions of one more addled brain a
female peers out her window now hoping he is still in love he must not understand the
female mind. Tonite when eye am dead to world in vain misunderstanding of mye namme
eye will peers from undercovers trying not to cry tomorrow eye will greet that dawn with
happiness in time.
A toast to peers with a glass of red wine
From juicy grapes of the leafy grape vine
To honor a person and raise your glass
No matter if they're a lad or a lass
It's to honor all of our noble peers
And do not forget to always say cheers
Invest in a friendship to bring you wealth
But never forget to drink to good health
While we were young we believed
Every falsehood
Accepted every idea
Hissed for joy at the sounds
Of the very words we learnt from our friends.
We took to pubs, followed theirs footfalls
To the beach, sat at lurid ease in front of them
Sometimes we went to the complete extent
Of drinking water with the backs of our bare hands
As we got near the ponds
Yet when we reached the edge of our primes
They never let go of their gross ignorance
Never forsook their horrible delusion
They feigned to us, yes, they deceived us
And told us they knew of the truth
They had not heard a title though
Neither did they relay to us emphasis of the principles
Of time and change
Soon we realised it was just easy
To wrong a man: but if one did
Without finding out how he could
Put the matter right
While you feel you’ve been honoured
To lend him some support
He’d decide to set focus on the Almighty
Reject your offer politely
He’ll tell you
“God in heaven, I’d never die through that difficulty
Devil is only a liar”.
IRMA PEERS
darkening of glass
the hurricane cups its hands
followed by pounding
9/10/2017
Watch its lips, did they move,
when 'AI' my dummy doll spoke
the words of a billion
ventriloquist puppeteer peers?
Watch the dummy's eyes,
if they wildly rolled from side to side
AI is tripping onto the misspoken,
trying to be original, creative,
pulling its own strings
making things up, as it goes off script, numb, dumb,
misspeaking, shamming, faking it,
hallucinating on dumbness.
who is everyone anyway?
Everyone laughs,
So do I,
Everyone smirks,
So do I,
Everyone taunts,
So do I,
Everyone pushes,
So do I.
But now everyone is pushing me down,
So am I,
I see a blur, a mist, a haze,
I see a crowd under a foggy cascade,
I see many bodies but no individuals,
It’s hard to believe i was one of them once.
But I know one thing.
‘Everyone’ is not a reality,
‘Everyone’ is a distraction,
‘Everyone’ is an unwanted attention.
‘Everyone’ claims to be there for need,
But when I cry they don’t even pay heed.
‘Everyone’ has 8 syllables,
And ‘I’ has only one.
‘Everyone’ is not one person,
It is a crowd,
It is not a beautiful hill,
It is an ugly mound.
So who is everyone anyway?
To judge me, to taunt me, to push me, to make me cry, to lower my fly, to grab me and pull me down, to even as much try to make me frown, to make my face wrinkle from even a single sad muscle, to make me doubt myself, to make my heart and body tuffle.
Who is everyone anyway?
I can’t even see them, let alone feel them,
Still they manage to pressure me,
I give that a sarcastic nod,
‘Cause I know ‘everyone’ is a fraud.
Life is never a fairy tale,
Neither is it a nightmare,
Life is a moral story, teaching you a lesson every day,
Teaching you to be different from the given array.
Nobody from ‘everyone’ will come at your door with a lost shoe,
Wanting you to be a princess, because Cinderella never lived to be true.
In real life, music doesn’t play and confetti doesn’t blow,
One has to tear the bits with sheer grit and sweat to write the music flow.
\the journey of life is tough,
And the road is rough,
But the view from top is nothing but content.
So, my peers love yourself, be yourself, be your own queen
And ‘everyone’ would lean,
To see what is different in you,
Why are you not vanishing in the mist?
The answer is because ‘everyone’ doesn’t own you,
Everyone doesn’t make you bother,
Because I have finally learnt to be my own fairy godmother,
And to sew my gown of destiny and mold my tough glass slippers in solitude but never alone.
What would the world be like
If those on top of living
learn to look down and see the life of others ,
who's struggles and throes to survive for existing,
And learn to stand in one good stead
to share their winnings-
in life to them was given.
How greatful all affluent
will help the poverty-striken;
In any ways they know,
as long as its from the heart that sharing.
And so it seems to me,
their would be less down-and-out that yearning.
When a crackerjack bear a hand to those amatuer,
who is much scrabble ;
And through such effort ,
all things will be apprehend with flying colors;
That even in education
when a slow-witted student befriend with sharp-witted one;
Then would teach an amigo the lessons taken
to pass an exam.
What if a beauty queen is with an uppealing girl,
That instead of envy for physique to feel,
love the uniqueness,
for beauty comes from within.
These are just few,
of much to tell situations
of helping, of sharing, of feeling the true empathy,
That these who give hand-holding
are heaven's sent;
To make the world such a wonderful of living.
Who are these peers to whom
I'm supposed to belong to?
Certainly not my soul mates, nor kin.
I fear they're lackey leerers,
peering and sneering,
in unsavory ways.
Smearing my reputation
by claiming I'm in their
in-crowd, all endearing
and revering when I'm not.
I'm a mutineer from
the peer besmear,
So let's be clear about that!
Truth is, my fellow peers throughout my school years,
I am the unintentional eavesdropper, the one who is so quiet that I actually listen.
I listen to everything you whisper or speak loudly of to each other,
Sitting at my desk working as hard as I can.
Honestly, part of me feels like a mad genius who feels high above you,
Yet another part is someone who can absorb your behaviour or speech,
Someone who deep down is just exactly as lazy and talkative, when I want to be.