Best Real Life Poems
Real Life Shoe Fable
Old Woman with too many kids
Lives in ancient shoe
Kicks out the heel
And puts in a pool!
Her instinct was to run
as fast as she could...
Her feet started to move,
Slowly at first, gradually faster,
But then she bumped into something
A wall,
layered with promises,
unfulfilled ones
one by one
she delved into them…
NUMBER ONE said,
“I will always love you”,
In little pieces it crumbled to the floor
NUMBER TWO had the words,
“Our love will last forever “,
Now scattered
NUMBER THREE echoed the words,
I would never hurt you,
a promise so fragile
NUMBER FOUR
“We’re in this together”,
totally distorted...
When she got to
layer NUMBER FIVE
a single tear
slipped from her eye
because there she saw
an image of who she was
Before his empty promises
And all she hoped for was
One last chance to be
“That woman again!!...
One last try
To fix the broken pieces
Before his footprints
Demolished everything
she was before him..
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Well I guess I'm just one in a million few
that still believes in love and the dream
of dreams come true when you wish
upon a lucky star up above...
Well and I wonder why some people
give up on love without giving it a second
chance, maybe they’re still hurting and
broken hearted from a love that never
stood a chance and although I too
have been played the fool I just can't
bring myself to give up on love and
true romance...
A REAL LIFE LOVING FAIRY TALE
the kind that lifts you up to Heaven
from out of the bowels of Hell, the kind
that comes along only once in a lifetime
well and my intuition tells me you're
just a heartbeat away from finding me
sitting here by this old wishing well
dreaming of A REAL LIFE LOVING
FAIRY TALE and happily ever after
just you and I, running hand in hand
through meadows of wild flowers and
butterflies, underneath a big and beautiful
rainbow in the summer sky well I close
my eyes and that gives me hope that
there's someone for everyone, A REAL
LIFE LOVING FAIRY TALE and all will
be well that ends well...
so I'll wait forever or until you come true
can't you hear me singing your song all
the day and night time too, my heart a
calling out to you...
sitting here by this old wishing well and
dreaming of A REAL LIFE LOVING FAIRY
TALE...
we will be happily ever after just you and
me...
living the dream, A REAL LIFE LOVING
FAIRY TALE...
oh I know someday you will come true
and we will live together forever in A REAL
LIFE LOVING FAIRY TALE...
all’s well that ends well, happily ever after
and ours will be a story to tell of A REAL,
A REAL LIFE LOVING FAIRY TALE!
One's real life dwells in the depths of his
Immortal soul,
Thus
No matter what happens to the body, the soul,
Unaffected, shall remain,
For
It carries God's spiritual treasures,
Back into eternity's domain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 APRIL 2020
Supersized models...
That"s what we need.
The next big thing!
It's a common affliction
Heroes, mostly fiction
Egos inflated
Media created
Not real heroes at all
Real life heroes throughout our nation
Doing it all without the sensation
It's the everyday Mom doing all that she can
Raising her family and clings to her man
It's the everyday Dad working hard for a living
Being very supportive and always forgiving
It's the young soldier serving his country each day
So the freedoms we have won't be stolen away
The young girl with a child living alone
The teen who will not accept what he doesn't condone
The drinker who battles his addiction each day
The abused who had the courage to just walk away
These are real life heroes, the ones to admire
Not the ones created by the media's fire.
Now this poem right here is going to change a man/
This is going to stretch out like elastic bands/
From Dallas to Indiana to Alaska man/
This is going to go down in black history man/
See we rap about guns violence and sex tapes/
Older brother’s that take young girls and still rape/
What happen to our pride and our self-esteem/
What happen to our passion and our wildest dreams/
What ever it was, it was down right sorry/
We rather postpone leadership to buy a Ferrari/
And a lot of our young girls are wearing make-up/
And a lot of our young brothers sell drugs to purchase
Jacobs/
And that’s the same fellow who forgot his latex/
Now his girl got AIDS and not mention she pregnant/
Now her brother is mad and he’s ready to cap (shoot) him/
But that’s why I’m here for, for words of inspiration/
Now the girl is doing fine but she had sex before marriage/
But the baby couldn’t make it so she had a miscarriage/
Now she so depressed, she’s headed for drugs from needles,
To crack pipes trying to find that love/
All in the wrong places the devil in different faces/
She’s stripping at strip clubs, for tips so she can make it/
And the brother who got her pregnant he’s just sitting back and
Laughing and/
Got gassed (shot) a couple weeks ago for drug trafficking/
Yeah, see he paid the price/
Took God’s gift for granted the gift of life/
Now getting back to the girl she’s happy her man gone/
She used to be dark skin, but he beat her bad, now she’s
Redbone/
Her hair’s grown/
Back from wearing he use to snatch it out/
And on top of that kicked her out her own house/
So she had enough one day/
And pulled out his AK (gun)/
And said “The day you touch me again, you’ll die the same day”/
But that was before he died, and she’s making it now and/
Got her master’s degree and she’s making a hundred thousand/
Dollars each year, and daily she prays/
Pays five grand on medicine because she still has AIDS/
And I wish the poem could end, but it’s sad to say/
Of what happen to this girl still goes on and happens today/
Master of the sea
Smells blood from miles away
Swims with dominance
Sharp serrated teeth devours
Naive humans viciously
Thus seen, far past one's own
To delve the ink depths, lone
Too brave to wrest the clasp
Of cold steel from your grasp ...
Oh, how can there e'er be
A pearl to charge the sea
For gods, in all their best
To place, bold, in their breast?
Hence, man's empyreal trial
Midst epochs, stark denial
A matron's peerless valor
Or veil of bloodless pallor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Contest Number 405 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Doom
Resounds in his head.
Until today he
Gave up everything.
And today he
Dug his heals into the
Dirt. He gave it all to give
In. Tomorrow will be worse than what
Claims him
Today.
High and mighty leaders brag,
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers
They loose true sight if God's true power
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why?
Because
You'll regret; getting high; on God's supply.!
Dreaming shows you many hidden things in your mind; it opens you to alternative thinking…
What are friends? Are friends someone you can trust? What is trust? What is trusting? I've always asked myself this, but never really answered it... Friends are always something I have struggled with.
How does someone become your friend? Is it an unspoken thing? A mutual agreement? A strive to be popular? Or is it a feeling that everyone has?
Throughout my elementary years I had 6 friends. Brandon, Mattia, Isaac, Matthew, and 2 girls, Emily and Sydney. When I hit 5th grade, Isaac, who was my best friend, moved away.
I had one big problem, people who I saw as friends, weren't really friends. There were a lot of things said behind my back and people would use me as a fall guy.
Onto my dream...
My dreams as a kid, before I trained myself to lucidly dream, were, as far as I knew, real. And to be honest, for the most part I don't know what was a dream and what wasn't...
I remember the new "cool" game to play was ZAP... If you don't know what zap is it is pretty much you put a name on a hand and a time and they can't look at it until that time or they must ask them out. This also happened to be the time the term "gay" had hit my school, so I had a guys name written on my hand. So once I found out what it was I went and washed it all off. so as we went back in class everyone who fell to peer pressure which was pretty much everyone but me got in trouble.
Now I told the teacher I had it at one time but I washed it off at lunch because Iw anted to be honest.... She just said that was the right thing to do.... But everyone started laughing at my calling me gay and such because it was a guys name... So when asked who satarted it someone said ask the gay kid.... Well of course I got blamed with it so I was sent to the principal with not one, but two reasons to be in trouble... I woke... got ready for school, and as I was getting to school guess what I saw? A new friend, and its name was Zap.....
What is a true friend? Is it someone who will stand for you? Someone who is always there? Do you have a true friend? Do you trust that person? Now answer that again, do you really? Ask yourself a third time, how do you really know they are your friend?
P.S. Thank you all for all the support, I have really appreciated all the positive feedback on my work... Jarrod D.~
Down in the dumps
Ducks drop in dams
Design the due in daily dots
Documentary life dreamt as a slept dog.
Do or die
Doesn't go down
Deplete or defunct
Dim fights betrayal in doo-wop
Dancing daily in dams
Daily bread, daily living.
Right as rain
Remembering the rainfall drops
Real green relaxes under the rules
The rule of evidenced remedies
The ribs remember the rigs
Ro-setta stone coins
Real life repeats.
13, April. 2018
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Two weeks of opulent, tender loving care!
Back home, fear faced again, real life!
Family can look back, all fun, snapped!
in real life you're not real
I got the idea of being there
I constructed myself at your being
I gave myself in your image
I was given up
far from happy psychoanalysts
faithful to your beauty