Best Second Guess Poems
[Verse 1]
I’ve got scribbles on my mind
Whispers dancing out of time
Random echoes on the breeze
You and blue, it’s poetry
A penny buys a mystery
A kiss might solve the rest
Can sapphire come from two
Or just from hearts undressed?
[Pre-Chorus]
Raindrops like fingers fall
You flush, I feel it all
Silky shadows rush and spin
Should I dare to step in?
[Chorus]
What if it’s me, you’re waking to
In morning mist and candy hues
That carousel where dreamers flee
Everything’s not what it seems
Your hand is free, you start to see
What if it’s love… what if it’s me?
[Verse 2]
Clothed in evergreen delight
Deeper than the eye finds light
You breathe a beauty, wild and true
And love just pours from you
The clown once said “depart”
But every end’s a brand new start
A glance, a spark, a chance to be
The one who sets you free
[Pre-Chorus]
Poems don’t always rhyme
But chaos reads just fine
They say love’s never late
So here I am to wait
[Chorus]
What if it’s me, you’re waking to
In morning mist and candy hues
That carousel where dreamers flee
Everything’s not what it seems
Your hand is free, you start to see
What if it’s love… what if it’s me?
[Bridge]
I insist, don’t miss this twist
The truth hides in a kiss
No need to second-guess the art
Of two unfinished hearts
[Final Chorus]
What if it’s me, just take the leap
In dreams we planted, growing deep
That carousel, a mystery
But now you know what it could be
If you believe…
What if it’s love, what if it’s me?
Positive words make a difference in ways by surprise
One day, someone told me something I’ve never been told
I thought back on the years, so many crisis happened
Yet, no-one ever told me this kind of compliment
Briefly I wondered why, because it was a new surprise
But, now I only know that it will never be forgotten
It reached me deeply with appreciation and relief
Maybe, I won’t need to second guess so much, so often
Yet the words were simple, brief and resonating
I suppose people just hadn’t taken time to recognize it
Then, I realized it’s true. Oh, the difference words can make!
Heidi Sands
2/2/21
Beset by doubts before I rise from bed
Problems prey on my worrisome mind
My ability to reason has been maligned
Cockamamie notions fill me with dread
I see in the mirror, a disgruntled reflection
the haggard expression on my vexed face
I wear a frown that's been plastered in place
Malaise of despair poisons me with infection
On the edge of a mountain, lost in thought
always hungry and thirsty for peace of mind
It's been illusive to me, or have I been blind
Wanting to do what's right, but falling short
My past hovers in stygian clouds overhead
I haven't always made the wisest decisions,
which worries me to the point of derision
My sanity is in question, so lightly I tread
Conscience wallowing, sinking in quicksand
I'm standing at the fork of two raging rivers
My legs are trembling and my lip quivers
Crying for help; someone to take my hand
Would if I could, be a model of perfection
My psyche is shackled by chaotic unrest
Sagacity abandoned me; life is a mental test
I second guess myself with fear of rejection
I climbed back up to that mountain ledge
engrossed by waves crashing beneath me
Contemplating an idea to set my mind free
I wearily move one step closer to the edge
8/27/2017
Although it may build a bridge connecting the future with our ancestry and our history, a puzzle is not all together
a hidden mystery. A puzzle presently considers the unveiling of where we've been and where we are going. A puzzle also
helps to guide and direct our longings as it unfolds the meanings of our belongings. Each piece of the puzzle of life is a part and picture.
Notwithstanding, we must be discerning of pieces never designed to fit. As we proceed forward, our lives may seem puzzling, but we must
not fear, fret, or second guess, because as the puzzle pieces are placed into position, our lives become easier to read and understand.
Each person placed in our path assists in God's wonderful plan and purpose for our lives. No person or piece of the puzzle of life is to be
deemed more valuable than the other, because each is like a sister or brother prepared to take us further in the journey toward our destiny.
052222PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
When will it be time
For the sublime
For you to be mine
And Let love take a chance
Afford me a second glance
So fate can take a hold
And love can be bold
Our souls pledged to each other
No longer look at another
Only hope awhile
A hope for that smile
To show your feelings pure
Allow my heart a cure.
But my feeling are hidden
Absolutely forbidden
By my complete morality
My complete insanity
In not being able to confess
And stop the second guess
That goes on in my mind.
It’s just a hopelessness to find
A discrete inch of hope
At which I can grope
With my withering hand
Stretching out of the quicksand
Of my recurrent dreams;
Trickling like a stream
A little tear escapes
Forever drapes
It’s little trace of hurt
Makes its final spurt
Down the wanderings of my life
Built on insignificant strife
From a defective girl
Who caused my feelings to unfurl
In an un-natural way
Took her chance to make me pay
For her disquiet inside
Fermenting a thousand lies
And countless false attractions
So now my heart won’t sanction
A confession to your face
As I fear I couldn’t replace
The strength I now have inside.
And yet. And yet I feel
Relaxed in your presence
I feel your warmth and essence
Radiating from within.
Your laughter and tenderness,
And a heart that says ‘Yes’
Allowing my hopes to endure.
There’s no need to hide my dreams any more;
I wish to wrap you up in my arms
To be dazed by your charms
And to lie by your side
Feel love that strikes at my very core
Forge my soul with yours
And experience a happiness eternal.
By looking into the purity of your eyes
I see a reflection of all that I am
And wish for no more than
Your swollen heart to be mine.
No longer do I feel alone,
My insecurity has been disowned.
I am now able to say those heartfelt words:
‘I love you’
IF YOU WANT TO FIND TRUE LOVE
If you want…
if you want to find true love
If that’s,
what you’ve been dreaming of,
I can help you find the way
If you want,
to find your true happiness
It’s better not to second guess
And it will come your way
Bridge 1
‘Cause if you seek for a love, you will find it
and that’s for sure,
But you can’t seek something if you are blinded
you’ll need a cure
Open up…
open up your heart real wide
Show them all you feel inside
And love will come your way
Open up…
open up your eyes real wide
‘cause it’s not true... that love is blind
You’ve got to see… to find your way
Bridge 2
‘Cause if you really want a love... all your own
you’ll have to wait
But…while you’re waiting... let your love shine on
Don’t hesitate!
Don’t give up…
‘cause love is always worth the wait
Don’t settle for second rate
And love will come your way!
Bridge 1
‘Cause if you seek for a love, you will find it
and that’s for sure,
‘Cause if you seek for a love, you will find it
and that’s for sure,
Repeat and fade
Copyright John Derek Hamilton
July 25,2018
(I know we're) Better together
She said:“it’s cold in New York City”,
and… she’s been thinking of me,
I said: I thank you for your thoughts,
but… why don’t you just let me be…
(yeah, let me be)
She knows, she’s the one who left,
and…she’s not trying to second guess,
Now…she understands I’m not coming,
She’ll have to live with her regret…
(yeah, her regret)
Chorus
I said: sometimes I really miss you,
And…I know we’re better together,
I’m just a tired old piece of leather,
and…I just can’t change.
I know, you’re an independent woman,
and your life you won’t rearrange...
I know, I don’t fit into your world,
can’t you fit into mine?
Now…there’s a change…
I wouldn’t mind
I drive my tractor, through my fields…
outside of Omaha,
The wheels of time, they turn quickly…
and I still feel raw…
(yeah, still feel raw)
And I know that, I still love her,
and all I have... is right here,
she’s the missing piece,
and I’m puzzled,
why she don’t shed a tear…
(yeah…shed a tear)
Chorus
I said: sometimes I really miss you,
And…I know,we’re better together,
I’m just a tired old piece of leather,
and…I just can’t change.
I know, you’re an independent woman,
And your life you won’t rearrange...
I know...I don’t fit into your world,
can’t you fit into mine?
Now…there’s a change…
I wouldn’t mind
I know something has to give,
and someone, has to take
I know, we’re, better together...
but we keep making the same mistakes,
(yeah, same mistakes)
Chorus repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
May 9,2018
Revised October 26,2020
We know
God's timing-
always perfect,
to second guess it,we..
cannot
Believe in yourself,
Never doubt yourself.
This is not the time to
second guess yourself.
Everyone needs a push some way,
Maybe a good word of the day.
Be driven by your desire to dream,
And your passion to succeed.
Like a chest full of wealth,
See the treasure within yourself.
Form a plan and follow it through,
With your wrist and arms
Like your shooting hoops.
Find someone whom you trust
To pull you up when get stuck.
Looking back is not the way,
Motivation is all you need
To make it through anything.
Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.
Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.
The page lay beaten only to be erased.
the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.
Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.
These long nights breed anger and that page takes the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only
for the approval of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.
For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who
wasnt good to start with.
I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list or kissing someone's rearend just
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.
Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate for the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.
The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty
as the page that sit's befor him.
Every time she sees him all she can see is pain.
Over something she would love to have,
but could never gain.
She could be happy,
but only for a short time.
It never takes long with her for someone to cross the line.
Between happiness and revenge,
between love and hate.
She will stay with him,
but only to **** up his fate.
She is so good at it,
trust me you will get hit.
She does everything perfect,
she pulls you in.
Every guy is the same to her,
I promise she will win.
The shattered promises,
the perfect lies.
She keeps going till everything in you dies.
She could lie to you and never miss a pace,
she could do it staring you directly in the face.
She will drag out the pain,
you better believe she will.
It's going to take some time for this one to heal.
She will make toy despise everything she has ever done.
You will second guess every woman after her,
now she has won.
Get a grip,
and get it fast.
Good luck,
I hope you last.
I think I’ve written some doggone good stuff
Hey, I am sorry if, for you, it wasn’t enough,
Submitting it was sometimes an afterthought
Because my skin is thick, your N/A was for naught,
I write my poems for me, and I can happily say
I’ve already had my joy long before your “nay!”
I am nonplussed when your choices seem biased
But then, who am I to second-guess your highest?
I admit, when your winner does miss the mark
I wonder why my entry apparently did not spark,
I am taken aback by a lack of judging credentials
Your seeming ignor-ance of absolute essentials,
Realizing entering is seeking only one person’s nod
Please do not think your opinion is the ultimate god,
And be as fair as you can be when selecting who
Writes the best piece and deserves a Woo-Hoo!
In closing, let me say I thoroughly enjoy contests
But love them most when my poem is the best!
Written July 23, 2022
[A fun poke at our contest sponsors!]
My phone is my connection to the world
All my friends text me
Every single day
Influencers tell me what to think, do, and say
Everyone I admire is here with one click
Movies are at my fingertips
From the time I wake up
Until late at night
I'm glued to my phone
Oh what a sight
Momma says," Put away your phone.
You're missing out!"
How can that be
I can see every music video
Medication for when I'm sick
Even clothes to wear
Thats pretty slick
If I have a question
My phone will second guess me
Sends information from across the web
Matches my browsing while I am in bed
Momma says," The influencers are instigators and don't let you think.
All the text messages
Are repeats and stink.
If you want to see the world,
Give it a whirl without your phone.
You might be surprised,
At what you will find!"
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
I know how much you love to read poetry
your a poet, that I can clearly see
Sometimes you second guess your talent
I think your a treasure I would never rent
I love the way you take the time to talk
your heart is made of gold, not of chalk
I love the way you care enough to share
and your comments, endearing I wear,
I know you're a cyberspace friend Arthur
but your friendship is something I harbor
deep in my heart, where all good friends are
and in my minds eye, your nothing but a star
one that shines in my soul for sake of joy
so Merry Christmas, my beautiful boy !!!!
Written by: Pixie
Dec. 10, 2018