Best Pretention Poems
Salute to a Man of Mud with an Unblemished Heart
Rommel E. Gabitan
Clouds of mud cover his forsaken face
His hair showing strands of entangled complexities
His arms are covered with stingy memories
With all the world’s judgmental presumptions
He wanders in the corners of our fallen castles
Filled with hatred,, ignorance and neglect of men
We hear not his voice but deep in his heart
He is shouting “Hey, have mercy on me!”
We dream of Cinderellas and Prince Charmings
But this Man of Grease has nothing to cherish
Except finding tranquility and serenity of mind
In the midst of emptiness, yet he resembles a smile!
Woe to you people wearing clothes of pretention
Glittering with false gold and silver of indignation
You eat chocolates of sugar coated bitterness
Yet you spit sour drops of your putrid arrogance
He is a man swarmed with grease, mud and flies
He eats the leftovers of our bountiful banquets
But I say to you, he eats with dignity and cleanliness
For his heart is pure and sincere, despite his ugliness
Categories:
pretention, inspirational, heart, heart,
Form:
Ballad
I wake up every
morning
to ask myself
'what's happening'?
God gave us oil in
the Delta,
waters in the Benue
and Niger,
mineral resources
all over.
Though we've no
natural disaster,
but we got loopholes
that need plaster.
And now we are
falling assunder,
that is making me
wonder,
am even behaving
strange like an
anaconda.
We still survive
under the millitary
suppression,
not even to mention
the oppression
of the wild.
Our politicians are
all of pretention,
our leader are
products of greed
and discension,
when we are called
the giants of
Africa, centre of
attention.
Oct 1st 1960 was our
day of freedom,
since then, we threw
away our wisdom,
all in the name of
religion, politics,
what is this?
You will hear
rumours of fighting
in Jos,
killing one another
no remorse,
people are so much
stucked like traffic
in Lagos.
A piece of advice,
dont be suprised.
We gotta move
forward,
cos we are left
behind in the
race-call.
Categories:
pretention, bangla,
Form:
Epic
For lack of attention
And lack of invention
They couldn't help it
Now we can't stop it
With mustered pretention
Living in the keyhole
The pretty lies are sold
Women of appetite eat
Cannibal spawn tweet
As our credits roll
Just out of light
In the shadow of right
Men counterfeit valor
Then duck and cower
Lacking a will to fight
Fast forward life time
Wonder past its prime
Cut and paste history
To create a mystery
Of victimless crime
Remember what to say
Regurgitate yesterday
We salted the earth
And lost its worth
We lost our way
Alone in the corner
The facts adorn her
Through rise and fall
Truth awaits us all
As we learn her cure
Folly laughing loud
The trashy and proud
Can't see it there
Behind the despair
Death with its crowd
Categories:
pretention, internet, political, social, technology,
Form:
I owe no apology for me being me
I owe no "i'm sorry" if I offended thee
I will never apologize for speaking my truth
Being sorrowful is uncalled for, for words spoke in youth
Any plea for forgiveness will fall on deaf ears
I was thoughtful in every vowel I spoke in my years
I have no justification, if it reduced you to tears
I somehow found joy in exploiting your fears
I was what I was, that fact remains true
But instead I can tell you just what I will do
I will assure you to help bring out your best
Can guarantee that I will try to help and invest
In bringing you closer to a better place of mind
I solemly swear, No words of unkind
With a vow somehow, change hearts on this planet
The covenent I explore is deep, I don't fully understand it
My obligation to mankind runs deep in my veins
I pledge to help relieve all the pains and the strains
The intention, with no pretention, is be who I was
Without the selfishness, or need for applause
Categories:
pretention, destiny, forgiveness, humanity, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme
Colors will always make my life happier,
They also make my whole world brighter
What if there’s no color?
I think, I’ve no life galore
And I cannot make myself much prettier.
So, I’ve got a more fantastic idea,
To show everyone my color-mania
For Monday Luck, I wear red
From my feet to my head
Like a dragon of New Year in China.
Then comes the next day, it’s Tuesday
Keeping aura, I’ve color of sun ray
Yellow dress and jewelries,
They say, I’ve hepatitis
But, I don’t care no matter what they say.
Then comes the third day of the week,
More work are done making me weak
To conceal my exhaustion
Green color shows pretention
That my life and vigor are still at peak.
Thursday comes so perfectly great,
I wear purple , also my favorite
Purple fingernails and lips,
Its on me up to the tips
And I get smiles from whoever I meet.
Friday, the last day of my office work,
On this day, rainbow color over perk
I use multi-colored things,
Feeling of joy they’ll bring
No one says I carry myself like a quirk.
Saturday and Sunday are weekends,
Still, work and activities never end
Two days, I’ll be all in pink
People see me can’t wink
Tickled pink that I look so young my friend.
Sept. 22, 2012
First Place
Contest: Colors
Judged: 10/15/2013
Sponsor: Poetess Skat
Categories:
pretention, day, funny, life, me,
Form:
Limerick
I want to go to Dismaland!
I'll thcweem until I'm thick!
I have blisters on my fingers
From the endless futile click
There'll be secretaries on it
Pulling non-existent strings
There'll be rumours of a con
On social media and things
I want to go to Dismaland
And see the horrid stuff!
How come I can't buy tickets
And my money's not enough?
In the shadows Banksy chuckles
He's got the Art World in his hand
He has turned pretention on itself
As planned
by Gail
Categories:
pretention, angst, art, celebrity, england,
Form:
Light Verse
Midnight strikes, the world is sleeping; hours until the dawn starts creeping,
Over hills and trees and rivers, bringing in another day.
In the darkness safe and hidden, a visitor somewhat unbidden,
Makes their way across the landing, careful not to make a peep,
Careful in their quiet journey not to stir a soul from sleep.
...
Without light the path is steady, every step feels harsh and heavy,
As the visitor moves softly, slowly; skirting creaky boards.
'what's their aim?' I hear you wonder 'surely they have come to plunder,
In the night all they can gather, gather for them self to keep,
Then beneath nights shielding curtain, steal away on nimble feet'.
...
Fear not friend, you needn't fret, this visitor is not a threat,
Has not come to thieve or borrow, from this house this winters day.
Rather their benign intention, is without notice or pretention,
To leave behind them gifts and goodies, offerings so kind and sweet,
Gifts for those whom year on year, they give so much but never meet.
...
In the kitchen sits a platter, a simple thanks to mark the matter,
To show the visitor their passing, was not ungraciously received.
A pint of ale and pie to fill him, fuel him on his rounds this evening,
And carrots for his waiting reindeer, up upon the rooftop steep,
Waiting for their kindly master to complete his crucial sweep.
....
Daylight breaks and promptly rouses, dreamers within countless houses,
Each one drawn with eager fervour, keen to see what they've been brought.
As children chant and cheer his name. Crying out "He came, he came"
Chaos reigns in joyous wonder, coloured paper forms a heap,
As one by one the gifts are opened, glorious spoils for all to reap.
....
Now the sun shines, high and bright; gone is the one who came last night,
Leaving not just gifts but wonder in the hearts of all he reached.
All those dreamers who were sleeping, as last night he came a-creeping,
through their halls and over landings, careful not to make a peep,
Careful in his quiet journey not to stir a soul from sleep.
Categories:
pretention, christmas,
Form:
Narrative
Self-aggrandizing words spew from my page of endless,
rather obscure metaphors and similes,
each one more labyrinthine than the last,
reeking of pretention and thesaurus over-usage,
as if by some ponderous stretch of the imagination I will be considered a vocubulary genius,
capable of putting my vast knowledge of the human soul into word form.
I am an intellectually superior bohemeth,
well versed at the intricate art of story telling through a convoluted series of opaque thoughts and ideas,
therefore rendering me exclusively original,
even,
dare I say,
profound.
I balk at the very connotation that my cogitations are anything but perfectly imperfect; my pain,
my joy,
my failures,
my victories,
my aspirations,
my tortured mind,
my vulnerable soul splashed onto a paper canvass for all the world to behold. . .
if not today,
then perhaps when I am long gone.
And all of this I keep closely guarded under the guise that my work is extremely private
and personal,
a mere tool for expressing myself in a way that I find immensely therapeutic
to my fragile sensibilites.
It is not penned in the hope that anyone would see it and interpret it in such a way as to understand their inner self more thoroughly,
but merely as a means to introspectively understand my own being.
I am a direct descendant of those who have pioneered the way for people like me,
of those who have forged the road of immortality through the written interpretation of the human spirit.
I now consider myself among the exclusive ranks of this age old fraternity,
Eternally exempt from the despair of having lived a life wraught with the very real possibility of being erased from the annals of history forever.
At long last,
I am a poet.
Categories:
pretention, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
A healing Heart will now depart to seek anew
the chance of start to make it right come
what may or might, but be well prepared if
you are smart! For you never know what Fate
bestows which can hit so hard with heavy
blows, lift you up, throw you down, or bless
you sweetly if it so chose...
Categories:
pretention, future, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
A gust of shower
On the way to Bhubaneswar
In the midst of spring
And a window seat
After lots of request
To witness soothing views
Alas! Shockingly a broken window.
After rain
The shimmering fool moon
Like a steady but curious seer
Shower blessings on dhak flowers
To give them a look brighter and deeper.
Shivering were the leaves outside
And the lips and body of mine too
Amidst wind so chill
Blanketing the earth to still
Lulled me amidst silent dales and hills
Flowers and twigs
Rivers and streams, clouds and mist
Earth and heaven.
The raindrops on leaves
To be dew drops pretend
Carrying miniature suns in each
Steadfast like quiescence sages contemplating
Changes many as if they bring
The prediction of scorching summer
In silent echoes are spreading rumours.
To the shock of my matured pretention
Language learning kid of mine states in quest
‘The winter returns’.
Categories:
pretention, rain, remembrance day, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
In the pit, deep and hollow
Burning furnace, cried of sorrow
Cried his veins, but unyielding
Before the punishment unleashed
In countenance to arrogate His power
Heaven this day turned to hell
When in challenge of His kingdom
As a horse in a hot chase to furnace
Abrupt it stopped and the fling
The middle of furnace he was thrown
Punishment for Lucifer but he lives
To Him, His kingdom was in contention
In lore of creation he was in pretention
To bow to Him the creation he knew
In heaven rancour did rain
When Michael gorged his ribs
This furnace man must void
Before attainment of His chamber
But kingdom of Him in division
The one he holds, the one He owns
The earth, Lucifer in reign
But heaven, Lucifer in lost
Here Lucifer was choked with rakes
Slit it tore his brows to flakes
Dull blades pierced in rages
The eyes he raised to His Grace
Like Michael, my mind in fury
To Dante, furnace for man is puree
When furnace will turn to black
Before a man will kiss His feet
But accursed Lucifer still in reign
Categories:
pretention, allusion,
Form:
Epic
I don't have the same stamina as a young man,
some girls look away and others say, " Sir! "
Is that because I am aging and losing my hair;
lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin!
Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration?
Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head of hair
and fool myself that I defy age and receive flair?
Why hate myself...instead of getting rid of pretention?
I can feel better accepting myself reaching maturity
without those silly attempts of turning the clock back;
I had my glory: memorable days full of laughter and vitality,
let others begin their journey and not end up a lonely Jack!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
pretention, age, girl, journey, vanity,
Form:
Rhyme
default, your domain undisputed,
a challenge to accept,
that we are the exception,
never asking exemption,
this said without pretention,
to come across the fulcrum,
you would know the tension,
a fate which lies in question,
how are we defined,
what is deviation,
when began our existence,
where is relevance,
in whom is found validity,
why is virility this undying flame,
you ask and vacillate,
between that which is most,
idolized and despised,
are we still standard,
reach back though history,
have we ever been,
doubt clouds days awaiting light,
will we ever be,
sounds in the night seek prey,
we hear your answer,
rhetoric lacking echo,
the word unheard,
forgotten allegiance,
trust is prime suspect,
forsaken sense atrophied,
ringing deafness reigns,
all contrast, brilliance, excitement,
slumber in the numbness of it,
is your intent a blind,
infect with indifference,
pantomime surprised,
now play the part assigned,
errant pawns despised,
cast to your mobile marks,
scene, affect of the mind,
day traitor curtained by night,
town crier revealed at light,
discernment the encompassing lens,
fear the narrowing aperture,
when did you become sediment,
better to resign humanity,
if it will secure isolation,
leave remnant crumbs of soul,
for a cunning crocodile,
your doctored tears only mock,
a funeral long since buried
Categories:
pretention, moving on, pain, people,
Form:
Free verse
"and don't forget the pretention"
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everyone nodded along as
the first line Hit
cut w-/ Posh .. chugging
stars , throats end to end slit.
Schemes o'er everything
I realise now that you need
these 'things' ,
imaginary or other wise. Anything
to keep the Belief that
Life is worth living.
By their ridiculous Forgery
to emphasise insubstantial shapes , mutilated
text , colour & breathing connecting Heart
to Pen under strict obligation
to remain Nonsense
Above seperate Action.
I just want to be Honest
o'er the vicious Cycles of Trend
inspiring by reflection
We replace real life as we all
like Motion Pictures
Lost within Code
he might be you or me Beating
the walls as we try
out these twillight eyes switching o'er
to Terra's Remote viewing
zoom ignites thy Bone's hollow Fractures
happening, pure & simple , we errode
in a sudden glass moment ...excuse me
& my obvious slander .. Keeping it real may soon dismay
at a pulse of Cheekbones ; Paper artic traces flickering on
nervescreens before our pristine chords reciting
"Nobody's story" revolving round
nothing really ... simple words.
Oh Lord its so clear
All Places & All Times
its just us
trying to make faces in the sky....
and scream no more dropping
for
your daily optic reset calibrating
BRAND NEW
Our CCTV standard view
declining to smash utterly as Minute
Splinters
prevent such ink immediate
between Mind & Matter ,
Powdered Charcol , meaning the whole
Legal Judgement satisfied
Logic there in
Personal reasoning & Multi - simplicity
Leftscreaming up the curb
as if
you were just walking by... Society's Needs
cackling inhuman . Adverts scattering w-/ only One
Purpose rocking aby sentence.
Cast Calm to Create.
Categories:
pretention, angst, art, computer-internet, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Nature opens itself more
To people who look deeply
Than to those that bother
Only to just see
She’s a showoff, a braggart, exhibitionist,
A Grande Dame, a diva …yet
Her Bette Midler/Madonna persona
Is revealed to only people like me
People who not only glance at…
But cup blossoms lovingly in hand
Inhaling her essence
Breathing deep, her perfume so grand
She’ll gift you her favors
If in turn you give your attention
Allow you to savor the flavors
With out a hint of pretention
But most miss her beauty
And tis such a sad thing to me
That they fail to look closely
Bother only to see
So I say, bury your nose in a rose
Surrender yourself in it’s scent
Take the time to look closely
‘Twill be a moment well spent
Categories:
pretention, nature, people, people,
Form:
Rhyme