Best Popularity Poems
What's the attraction with all this POPularity crappola in poetry?
--- if nobody remembers your name in fifty years,
we're all on the same boat....
if they remember your name in fifty years,
then you're way beyond popular ---
(you have talent)
****Those who say otherwise are the same type of people
who put Adolf Hitler in power****
I dreamt
I was a big success
a public speaker
much sought after
I was in such high demand
forever invited
to travel the world
One day I was
up north in Nunavut
that’s not too far
from the North Pole
I stepped up to the podium
I looked out at everyone
I froze
unable to
get a word out
I got the giggles
and couldn’t stop
The old tip of imagining
your audience in the buff
always worked for me
so here I had in front of me
sitting ever so quietly
one hundred bare bears
wide eyed
just looking at me
waiting to be
let in
on what
was
so funny
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
As candidate of popularity contest
In generating school fund was like a test
I’ve witnessed my parents' full support
Selling big grilled chicken was their last resort.
We got lots of visitors who came to bid
My dad pleaded, “Please do this for my kid!”
From ten thousand pesos, old men bid higher
Closed at fifty thousand, I was the winner!
At School Foundation Day, they crowned me queen
Teachers bought brooms, dust pans and garbage bins
We thanked the rich man for buying our chicken,
In returned, he asked us to court my dad’s sister, Len.
Trump Elevetation to Popularity
Trump popularity is extraordinary
Draws those of low income and ordinary
And what we never know
Who next on will throw a crushing blow
Attitude between ist's and ism's does vary.
This includes all ism's except realism
and catechism. Jim Horn
What's the point in being cool
I won't last forever
It's like a fleeting dove
It will stay for a while
But leave ever so quickly
You can not keep it
So why even join in
The Popularity Contest.
Victory or defeat, it’s all bittersweet.
Mediocrity, I try not to be.
So I wore designer jeans,
Weighed a hundred fifteen.
To earn a spot in the cool kids’ books,
You’ve got to first have the looks.
May the in-crowd never die,
May their pride stay in their eyes.
May their crowns never dim,
‘Cause in life we never really win.
It depends on who we compete against.
This is no world for teenage angst.
Popularity is being around people who make you happy
Occupying real friends you can count on
Popularity is having that hole filled sharply
Under whatever circumstance you on
Loved by the people that matter dearly
And those surrounding your region
Remembering the real friends you have clearly
In mind that they're like roses, rear, yet fabulous
To have a bond shared extraordinarily
Yearning not for hate, but for LOVE
All of the sheep, walk, skip, and frolic merrily forward. Alongside fellow companions
Your neighbor, ones kin, and ones colleges. Passively flowing downstream
Base 10. A number. Of no tactile measure. Yet growing, multiplying. Binary fission.
Are we all not but identical? We desperately vie for security amongst the crowd.
Belong. Do we? In society, an outcast is a failure. The black sheep, never belongs.
To and from one to another, we feed from seemingly ourselves. A reverberation of personality.
Us, we, him, they. Culture ricochets from sheep like paddles. Off to another follower.
Funny isn't it?
The day I don't save your seats.
Suddenly I'm a ghost,
It's the day you start ignoring me.
And I realized you never truly cared about being my friend.
None of my efforts mattered in the end.
It was only those front row seats.
Sheesh.
I'm still pricking my own finger by letting you in.
You've only broken me before and still I let you win.
Tell me why you always make it end up like this?
With you on your pedestal,
And me as your foundation.
I'm still trying to fix your problems
Even though they aren't mine.
Why must it end like this every time?
The next day you asked for my answers.
I didn't even hesitate.
Said that you had a tough weekend.
They still weren't yours to take,
But I wanted to help you so badly,
I thought that you'd like me more.
The day after that you ignored me,
And we had identical scores.
I've seen it coming for a while.
I started changing myself around you.
I felt that if I was to be accepted,
I had to be pretty and popular too.
And those days when you braided my hair,
Didn't know I was being used.
Thought you were just being nice,
But I am not yours to abuse.
You stack your victims in towers.
Tear them down after building them up.
Use your excuses as power,
And then you put yourself on top.
Bottom line's about popularity
Achieved through division, polarity
No chants of 'Learn, baby, learn'
No yells for 'Earn, baby, earn'
The sixties shouted 'Burn, baby, burn'
Fast forward to today, nothing has changed
Just the issues and actors rearranged
Screams for 'reproductive rights'
'Defund the police' dogfights
Aging boomers for Gen Z-ers exchanged
I’ve handled wealth I’ve handled money and all I got was vanity
All my precious time wasn’t used to build Christianity
Only based on fame taking my own popularity
Chasing around the wind just to get my prosperity
Now! Am ready to take the cross
Christ died for me and rose
He never sleeps, slumber or doze
Just for me not to lose my course
You shine your light upon my path
To the wicked you take your wrath
You taught me all the Bible truth
With your word you filled up my mouth
Take me to another level, another level
Where hell will not prevail, not prevail
Chasing the demons away and the devil, and the devil
Giving all the lost and sick a revival, a revival
My creator my potter
Connect me to your one and only alter
Things to be better
Connect me to your heart and living water
Life to be sweeter
Connect me to my guide and only mentor
Whatever we face doesn’t matter... It’s you at the center.
Hilarity At Hillary Popularity
Heard they were having much hilarity
With Hillary and all of her popularity
With appearances that are populating
And her challengers are all hesitating.
They will blatantly need an antidote
No one for them does want to vote
Like plague Republicans are treated
They themselves are being self-defeated.
Self-defeating is a disease these days
Results of it surely will truly amaze
Tearing down those for their own benefit
This is one more thing they should quit.
Positive is pretending people will think
When willing and able to raise a stink
Read Corinthians Two and Beatitudes
When you want to find right attitudes.
So why should I want to be so rude?
Crewed way of seeing world they viewed
Members have more then one hen-peck
And are extremely red around the neck.
James Voracious Hellacious Horn
Retired Veteran and Profound Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
Outskirts of the eye,
you have it all together,
grade school--
beauty seems to be
The only factor
birds of a feather-
flock together,
in crowd-
I guess you have
it made forever,
Until one day
Daddy loses his job,
You move to the projects
Without warning your house
Gets robbed,
You definitely don't
want to put your
pride to the side,
So you cant tell
the cool kids where
you reside,
Head hurt
Emotions high
Now you need
a friend ,
Can't tell the cool kids
that's like committing
a sin,
Mental depression starts
to settle within
You wouldn't be alone
If you didn't try so hard
To fit in...
The pressure was just to intense
She didn't want her innocence
Taken away by someone
She didn't really know or love
All because she felt ashamed
Never playing the sex games
Her friends talk about a lot
Daily she's put on the spot
To lose a piece of childhood
When it doesn't feel good
Being forced to give in
To a stranger is a sin
So whenever her friends start
She finds the morals in her heart
And tells them she will not be
Part of this popularity
If she has to surrender
To this sexual contender
That tears apart young girls souls
Leaving them no longer whole
It kills me to see,
How much you have changed.
This world is fu**ed up,
And so damn derranged.
Popularty can change you,
Can make you and break you.
I hope you can see what,
You're turning out to be.
You're turning into a monster,
You'll soon hit the tree.
The tree that will make you realize,
It's not what it's cracked up to be.
Popularity is cool for a while,
But is it really worth hitting rockbottom in the sea?
I care about you,
But you're not gonna gain in the end.
You'll end up falling and breaking,
Maybe even losing a friend.
I'll still be here,
even while you treat me like sh**.
But watch yourself boy,
For you are falling into that pit.
That pit of doom,
From where its hard to come back,
To the good of things.
Maybe you just need a good smack.
A smack across the face,
To make you see.
Your ego is too big now,
Give it up and let yourself be free.
Stop being a monster,
Go back up the road.
Go back to the happy side,
Don't say you haven't been told.
I'm telling you now,
Because I see what is becoming of you.
I wish my eyes were lying to me.
I never wanted this to be true.