Best Pressuring Poems
My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite,
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite.
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain.
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders,
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders.
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd,
because I'm silent in my clandestine world.
My pen has froze in this salacious summer,
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer.
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me,
can't you see I have no time for poetry.
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep,
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.
Categories:
pressuring, muse,
Form:
Masnavi
If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see?
would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty?
In order to paint a picture of me loving God
I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart
did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad?
was it loving and supportive or distant and sad?
did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other?
did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers?
were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe?
am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received?
Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions
all of this has played a part in my life perceptions
we all have distortions in every aspect of our living
we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given
was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed?
are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed?
deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations
feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration
we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss
in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust
we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed
so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed
God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower
God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power
God does not keep score He just watches over our souls
God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals
God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives
He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give
So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God
it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart
Categories:
pressuring, art, faith, life, love,
Form:
Ode
You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all the wrong curves.
You're all skin and bones.
The mirror on the wall reflects
Your self-conscious thoughts shoving
Photoshopped Beauty Queens down your throat,
And in your mind.
That's why you look at others
And discriminate and envy.
That's why you throw up in the bathroom
And buy over priced clothes to fit in.
That's why you avoid looking at yourself
And sink into the background.
You have to be the perfect size two.
Or you'll hear the taunts of magazines,
Claiming you're nothing.
Pressuring you to be something your not.
Keeping you awake at night with tears.
Breaking you into a million pieces.
Trying to pick you up and create something else.
Someone who isn't you.
Instead piece yourself back together.
Brush away the pressure.
Stop throwing up.
Don't max your credit cards.
Look yourself in the eye.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
You.
Categories:
pressuring, beauty, body, conflict, discrimination,
Form:
Sometimes, the air is too muggy-
it's hard to catch your breath
you trip as you run up the stairs-
too fast
too much
too soon
it's life.
It doesn't slow down,
pause or give you room to breath
Man's construct of time is treacherous-
it eats away at the inevitable-
it rushes you to fulfill your destiny
by pressuring you to obtain societies' duties-
which are also man-made
a construction of our world-
manipulation at its finest-
what happened to our youth?
When time lasted,
Moments were cherished and continuous-
then sometime around adolescence,
we lost the joy of life
and instead, focus on time's constraints
soon everything is measured by time,
all is constructed according to our linear understanding
we don't fully live in the moment-
rather expecting and anticipating the next moment
this leaves us all;
living in the future-
stuck, frustrated with time's pressures
How could man create such a thing
that destroys our pure existence
Categories:
pressuring, allusion, analogy, anxiety, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
You consider yourself average on a good day,
somewhat pretty on a whimsical day,
and downright atrocious on a bad day.
Your hair can’t decide to be straight or curly.
Your eyes are either luminous or dreary.
Your nose…too big.
Lips…to small.
Nothing looks right at all.
You're too fat.
You're too skinny.
You're all the wrong curves.
You're all skin and bones.
The mirror on the wall reflects
Your self-conscious thoughts shoving
Photoshopped Beauty Queens down your throat,
And in your mind.
That's why you look at others
And discriminate and envy.
That's why you throw up in the bathroom
And buy over priced clothes to fit in.
And sink into the background.
You have to be the perfect size two.
Or you'll hear the taunts of magazines,
Claiming you're nothing.
Pressuring you to be something your not.
Keeping you awake at night with tears.
Breaking you into a million pieces.
That's why you avoid looking at your reflection.
That’s why we have doctors.
Doctors to cure the horrible genes inflicted on you.
Doctors that can construct an artificial being,
made out of your lack of self-confidence,
and belief in self-mutilation.
Doctors that say they can make you beautiful.
Claiming that you aren’t beautiful now.
But you let them…
You let them call you ugly.
Let them plaster your face with assurances,
and guarantees.
In order to make you beautiful.
They cut your face.
Remake something that was already good,
Into something worse.
Doctors that give you a lie.
Doctors that pledge to fix something
when they mean to break it.
Trying to pick you up and create something else.
Someone who isn't you.
They say you are ugly.
You aren’t pretty.
No, you definitely are not pretty.
You’re beautiful.
Instead piece yourself back together.
Brush away the pressure.
Stop throwing up.
Don't max your credit cards.
Look yourself in the eye.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall.
Who's the fairest of them all?
You.
Categories:
pressuring, beautiful, body, courage, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Chapter 3
A real turning point came when her school year resumed
A new boy forced unwanted attention,
Declarations of love! He would follow her home,
With his friends also urging him on her,
Saying, “He’s a great guy you should give him a chance,”
But with recent loss she still felt crippled.
“Though he seems a nice guy,” she asked, “What can I do?”
“He is already talking of marriage!”
“Then just say you’re too young,” I said, “Or you like jocks!”
“Say your intellect can’t meet my standards!”
“Better let him down early than give him false hope,
Best to nip this boy’s flame while it’s blooming.”
“He’s the top boy in school,” she said, “Soccer team’s star,”
“It is only my heart that he can’t understand.”
“But this isn’t your fault,” I said, “He needs to learn,”
“Love requires space or else it’s disaster.”
I was stumped I’ll admit till I got an idea,
“You should go now to see the headmaster!”
“But I could not do that, the headmaster’s his dad,”
She said, “What could I possibly tell him?”
We decided to let matter rest for a while,
Were surprised when his friends ask forgiveness.
He had found out it seems they were pressuring her
And this never was something he’d asked for.
“Dear God, what can I do, am I crazy to doubt?”
“Now he’s asking I come meet his parents!”
“I can’t possibly go, I’m not ready for love,”
“There’s no way this could make my plight better.”
July 10, 2016
Brian Johnston
Categories:
pressuring, death, friendship, life, love,
Form:
Verse
Daily Poetry #27, February 24, 2017
Word: Rain
Rain falls and makes a steady beat on the ground,
While lightning makes a bright and flashy entrance,
With thunder following shortly after, asserting itself.
Everywhere on the Earth, a mirror can be found.
When I look down into the puddles, I see my face,
Worn from a busy day's work, tired from walking,
And simply wanting out of the pressuring crossroads.
But when the rain falls, I feel like I fit in place.
Like I, the water wavers when stepped on,
Making it hard to see what is truly there.
But when left alone, it is calm and clear,
All I see is myself, worries all gone.
Dropping my umbrella, I walk home through the town,
Embracing the sky's cool tears.
We're both rather alike, aren't we?
So I smile to the sky; let your tears fall down.
When I reach my home, the balcony awaits me,
So I quickly step back to the lights that flood the town.
We're both rather alike, aren't we?
Because when the rain stops, the clouds say goodbye.
All the mirrors on the ground reflect the broken clouds,
The lights, and the people below as life continues.
Against the pressuring crossroads, I smile,
For when love ends, I say goodbye.
Categories:
pressuring, goodbye, love, mirror, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Keeping—the Syllable Count
Knowing—How to Rhyme
This – is—What keeps is a—Sonnet
Annoying – Iambic—Line
Constantly – Chiming—and Gushing
Blowing—in Merciless – Gusts
And Yet—Still always reminding
Attend to it—While it lasts
Stemming from – Nature’s Rebellion
Or – Simply—Pressuring Air
Or If it’s Heaven—is Gentle
Just Quietly—Whispering There
Flying and Swimming—in Space
Gliding—with the – Utmost Grace
Categories:
pressuring, nature, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
I’ve dug a hole all the way to my inner-self
Beyond the sedimentary sentiment
Past the fossils of my past life
And I’ve finally broke through the hard layer of emotions
I’m sure the treasure I’m seeking is hiding in my sub-terranian subconscious
I just need to know where to look
But as my spirit rises and my journey’s boon glistens before me
An ungodly hand grabs the Golden idol and drags it
To the even deeper level of my mind cavern
The place where all the local tribes say the great beasts live
And the rope back to the surface falls
Slithers down next to my feet
And remains motionless like a child afraid of a beating
As if it knows what this means to me
I fall to the ground crushed
There’s enough food here to last me a while, I don’t know how much
I could stay right here and risk starvation
Possibly a team will rescue me
Do I continue?
The legend says that untold powers will be bestowed on the one who completes the quest
And finds the golden form of his body.
But the demons are also prophesized
Where death isn’t just painful but everlasting
Incarnate fear devours you for eons before the death you’ve fantasized finally arrives
Stuck in the dark
My eyes adjusting to the painful lack of light
I wish you were here with me
So we could intertwine to a higher level of harmony
And complete the quest together
One divine man and goddess
Opening our eyes to reality
Becoming the transcendental deities foretold by The Elders
Irony is what hurts the most
It’s a barbed blade
thrusted and twisted
Not into my body but into my presence
I haven’t completed my goal
I have achieved the opposite
I have earned living in fear of infinite pain and suffering
All while being in the vicinity of omnipotent potential
I cup my head in my hands
Scream at the nonexistent faces I see
Mocking me and pressuring me to see my faults and fall on my own climbing tool
I will continue in spite of them
I start to perceive the soothing decisiveness of it all
Either I succeed or I drop short
But this adventure must have an end.
Categories:
pressuring, introspectiondeath, me, death, fear,
Form:
Free verse
I really worked so hard
pressuring my brain
trying to find the words
it would take
although in vein
But even at my best
I can only score a nine
But, those who came in tenth
make my placement look divine
Categories:
pressuring, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
If I was your lover, Miss
I would beam at the rise of my hand
To the soreness of nothing on you
And give you warmth in sun and moon
That from the aphelia be heard
To which winds and barks acquiesce
I would caress your rear and some
For many nights in silence of tongue
And bring us vittles and brews
From the echt nigh merchant
So we needn't go hungry and athirst,
Somewhere 'tween our pleasures
If I was your lover, Miss
We'd make sojourns of pleasance
To many shores of fair weathers
Pressuring our palms in parallels
And gaze at the stars on our tolerance
To forever rest in serenity of days
Categories:
pressuring, imagination, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Envelope Couplet
-starsphere-
I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky,
Dreamy eyes that have long vanished, letting them die.
The young thing I was calls to me,
“This isn’t what I was to be.”
Having opened my eyes, I follow what I love and say goodbye;
I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky.
I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky,
Escaping the pressuring crossroads, head held high.
Hidden by the bright light of the city,
I missed my heart and soul, the “Real Me.”
Unfaltering-my heart beat paces-escaping, I let out a sigh,
I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky.
I’ll walk forward once more, towards the starry night sky,
With a body that disappears into the stars, I’ve gone astray.
Finding the “Myself” that I’ve had near,
Smiling despite the feeling of disappear.
My heart, soul, “Young”, “Real Me”, and “Myself” in unity,
I’ll walk forward once more, into the starry night sky.
Sometimes we simply want to leave the pressuring city and walk towards the stars. Even if we fade, we are free and our counterparts are in harmony. Humans are stardust, aren't we?
Categories:
pressuring, absence, city, star,
Form:
Couplet
One kid kicks the chair.
Everyone loses recess.
Children begin to despise Kid One.
Teacher explains peer pressure is best way to control Kid One.
Kid One loves Her Power.
Kid One relishes everyone loses recess.
Kid One kicks over six chairs and throws the computer
Breaking it into smithereens. Whole class gets whooped.
Principal speaks to teacher, who is now also despised by students.
Principal is optimistic there will be a change.
Teacher will not back down.
Teacher has no other power but her Kingdom, not about to give in.
Kid One breaks window by throwing a desk through it.
Whole class loses recess for three months.
All parents are sent a part of the bill to pay
To punish their children for not pressuring Kid One to stop.
Teacher still has her job.
Height of injustice...
Categories:
pressuring, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form:
Ballad
O teachers pack up and go to bed
The brain is sizzled in their head
Reality disagrees with what is said
The living are not better than the dead
Do you still sing when you are paid
And skip in your works success
Can you convince them you are unafraid
For new fomenting wilderness?
How you furnish them for commerce and trade
And slot them as the market call
You traffic them money for their grade
And no blanket for their fall.
Things are not the same as yesterday
A wiser generation rise
They know the things we hide away
The fire brims their eyes.
O teachers let our children be children just
Once more, give them room to play
Unsaddle them from the hampers of trust
That upon their young lives weigh
The commercial concerns corners them so
Early, they have no lattitude to think
Liesure is room for a child to grow
The pressuring school made most shrink
O teachers school them beyond classrooms
Take to the mountains to explore
Challenge them to surive where icicles loom
Let them frolic on a sandy shore
And create temporal monuments of love
Here in nature is the school
That the best in the worst of us prove
Guide them with trust as a tool.
Categories:
pressuring, educationschool, children, school,
Form:
Quatrain
A couple of appearance and your done
You've passed all the requirements
nonchanlantly you cheer
cause you've finally received the key
to the prison that you've been trapped in for years
You receive your diploma
Now high school's over
Life begins
and the real world starts yanking
you by the throat
letting less air through the hole
pressuring you to be something
to do anything productive
As soon as summer heat hits
you know your gonna need money
cause outside in the real world
it's expensive
and jobs are a necessity
but few are acquirable
So you rely on parents
that are so intolerable
Tryna pave a way
do better than what they say
they want better for you
they want you to achieve
the sun, the earth, and the moon
Competition overseas makes us lose revenue
because of globalization less jobs are attainable
and we sweat and we work hard
tryna earn the paycheck that will
save us from being poor
we want a different score
A different area code
we want better
therefore life after high school
Is simply the beginning
Categories:
pressuring, life, jobs, life,
Form:
Free verse