Best Seem Poems
Does it seem as if I'm dreamin',
When I lay my head at night,
Or can you hear me screamin',
As I face my biggest fight,
Pictures of the past replayed,
A revolving reel of pain and dread,
An untold war taking place in the shade,
On a field of a pillow where I lay my head,
A relentless battle between good and bad,
With the only outcome guilt,
An endless torment designed for the mad,
A straight jacket for a quilt,
Locked in a darkness where no light has shined,
Regret and anguish with no release,
A blackness deep inside my mind,
A tortuous turmoil with no relief,
So does it seem as if I'm dreaming',
When I lay asleep in bed,
Or can you see the demon,
That I fight inside my head...
Why does it seem so easy to you.
Use it up. Throw it away.
That parts over.
The faster you peel the less you feel.
I’ll be here. I’ll be here.
I won’t leave the dark to itself.
You are the only one that left.
Committed to a curse.
Committed none the less.
Heels dig down to the cold.
It took a while but I see what it is.
It doesn’t disappear.
Remember me. Remember what that felt like.
Hold on. You will never feel again.
That persons gone. They don’t exist.
They never did.
What role do you want them to play?
Who do you want them to be?
(A List Poem)
Top Shelves:
in kitchen cabinets,
linen closets,
refrigerators,
bookcases,
and storage lockers.
Hooks;
on garage pegboards,
porch ceilings,
and in clothes closets.
Tree limbs:
for hanging;
bird-feeders,
tire swings,
and wind chimes.
The spot on the wall
where pictures & paintings
need to be hung.
Grandchildren,
or almost anyone,
who wants a hug.
If you’re like me--
top out at five-three—
everything – simply everything
seems too high up.
.
Things aren’t always what they seem
Is this really life or is it a dream
It’s very hard to tell these days
Life is harder in so many ways
Just a sleeping dream of reality
Dreaming of life without clarity
Through the day then sleeping in dreams
Replaying It all through the night it seems
A virtual perpetual looping of life
Going on and on and causing strife
Nothing can stop the hands of time
As old as the hills and mountains we climb
Now am I awake or am I asleep?
Is that a snore or do I speak?
You see us walking down the street,
but we never meet.
You look at us and see what you want to.
Taking time out of your day is too difficult,
so we go on with our lives,
Living behind a stereotype disguise.
A “try-hard,”
Who are they really?
They get the best grades
and succeed in all their escapades,
but inside they cry.
Their homes may be broken
and all they have to live for,
is walking through that school door.
Their feelings are unspoken,
all alone they live not cared for.
(Chorus)
Livin’ behind, a stereotype disguise
We aren’t what we seem.
We aren’t what we seem.
Look into our eyes,
and you will see...
Our lives, our feelings,
May be different than you believe.
A young girl,
a sick girl-
She’s clinically depressed.
Labeled and made fun of,
for the way she dressed.
She’s pushed in the halls,
they write on the walls,
about her.
Her mother is dying,
and now she is too.
She longs for a friend,
why not you?
(Chorus)
Livin’ behind, a stereotype disguise
We aren’t what we seem.
We aren’t what we seem.
Look into our eyes,
and you will see...
Our lives, our feelings,
May be different than you believe.
(Bridge)
Uniqueness is key,
to living life like a family.
We all can get along,
be strong!
We aren’t what we seem.
We aren’t what we seem.
One day we will be,
all a family.
We’re loved all the same,
no one to blame.
Once felt all alone,
now they feel at home.
Our love is a flame,
let it burn.
It’s your turn
to make a difference-
in a life.
We aren’t what we seem.
We really aren’t.
(Chorus)
Livin’ behind, a stereotype disguise
We aren’t what we seem.
We aren’t what we seem.
Look into our eyes,
and you will see...
Our lives, our feelings,
May be different than you believe.
Yeah, we aren’t what we seem.
Live your dream….
We aren’t what we seem to be,
Be free.
Time runs away hastily giving no afterthought to true love
Fleeting heavenly moments lost that were sent from up above
Crystal ball for gazing gives a glimpse to the affectionate love affair
Falling sands from the hourglass escape from almost everywhere
Many years go by together but seems like only seconds past
Forever is only a moment with you so lets make eternity last
The hands of the clock always seem to dwindle and then quickly fall
The soul of now is important for yesterday we cannot ever recall
Planets move around the sun only a blink since they were made
Why do the life seconds of my heart always seem to fade
You are so beautiful of gorgeous mien
that wonder I what good you hold in heart,
Whether you towards virtue or vice do lean.
If to good, you I deem a work of art.
Oh gorgeous girl of beautiful blonde hair,
You seem to me the fairest of the fair.
Nothing I seek but your inspiration
which will win me the world's admiration
for this poet whom you have inspired ,
your legacy though we be expired.
The deer's house bears no human heads upon it's walls.
No grizzly bear was ever fined for trashing the forest.
No gorilla ever built a nuclear power plant, nor split the atom.
You will never see a Bass snag a 160 pound human on it's line.
Slaughter houses are not run by cows, pigs or chickens;
you can't buy “human-burgers”.
No crack-buzzed rabbit or squirrel has ever been arrested.
No cats have ever "trashed" a rest stop or public park.
I have never seen a white sheep,
burn a cross on a black sheep's pasture land.
No dolphin ever buried a land-mine on the ocean floor.
Not one NASA Astro-Chimp has ever, knowingly,
blown up a shuttle full of it's own species or any other.
There are no records of lions, tigers or elephants
burning temples or synagogues.
And yet, we have the audacity to call them...
"Dumb-Animals"!
Loneliness never felt so real, until the ones you once wished to be alone with, up and left you for good... And you're left with only memories, remembering the good with the bad, knowing forever it's all gone... It's just you and the sombered broken silence... That silence only the lonely can hear... Hearing the sounds of the loneliest lonesome songs are all their left with... The rembrance of melodies together they once shared... Now two worlds torn and spread competely apart... All that remains are those lonesome heartbroken tunes... The tunes that two hearts once beat nsync in rhythm together too ... Rhythmic tones have faded off in a distant sobering sombered silence... Worlds away from eachother two hearts live and life goes on... Only problem is now the same two hearts are completely off beat...On and off, lost and lasting, good and bad memories continue to dance on and on... They keep on dancing to past melodies dancing too off beats... Dancing alone, we kept on dancing in them once familar roads... Nowdays we keep on dancing, but we dance in darkened, lonesome, dead end, one way in and out streets...
Zack Brule
I’m so pissed
I’m so sad
Holding all this back
It’ll make me mad
This piece of paper
Is all I have to confide in
To get this life
I don’t know what I did
The pain hurts
And so I bleed
There’s no hope
And nothing to believe
I’m all alone
In this dark world
This sad cold
Depressed little girl
And who’d have guessed
That girl was me
Starting inside
I’m letting go of my dreams
How did life get this bad
With nothing but hurt and pain
Has it only started
Or has it always been this way
It’s hard to believe
It was all a lie
Just cheating and deceiving
Time after time
I’m dying on the inside
And bleeding on the out
You judge me
Though you don’t know what I’m about
The sorrow never stops
And tears never end
Pain is always there
I can’t look ahead
I hide the hurt
And painful secrets so well
Look me in the eyes
Can you honestly tell
I’m the girl you may want to be
But look a little closer
And then maybe you’ll see, it’s the truth
Things aren’t always what they seem
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Patience a virtue that seemed to slip out of reach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
I will swiftly sail for the deadly tumultuous tide
If on the other side there is something I beseech
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Somewhere in my life the word patience has died
Passion is the only doctrine I confess and teach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
So obvious that these two ideas would collide
One moves like a cheetah, the other like a leech
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Ultimately that calmness loses and cannot reside
The fire burns hot and the heart begins to preach
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
Now when my heart calls I have chosen a side
At that moment my very own reason I impeach
A calmness before the storm I've always felt inside
Many times uncontrollable although I have tried
For Passion pays not patience contest
Winter - The World Seem To Shiver
Winter snow swirled and scurried
Making its brisk grand entrance
Sending cold chills tingling
Lover's warm embrace
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Flickering warm candle’s flame
Scent of smoke and melting wax
Shadows dance across the bed
Journey Love’s embrace
11/8/2015
Let me tell you the exact time you broke me
Left alone in a place so strange
Bullied me to the death of me
Turn upside down flush my dreams down the toilet
Kicked me in the nuts everyday
Throw spit wads at the heart of me
Turn this innocence into hurt
Question my self worth
Fell for a girl had no confidence in myself to tell her
These points these traumas in my life
Dictated my path
My scars are so deep freshly cut to this day
You took a child and turn him into a monster
You took what he felt and created these poems
I've never ever wrote about me
I've never told you all about me now
I am a wreck the child in me wants to be free
In those years of school you murdered a boys chance to succeed
You bullied me to the brink of true defeat
I cant and wont forget
Those names Jason, Dennis, Renee, Scott and more.
I will never venture forth to any type of reunion
I have never been able to forgive or forget
I was bullied i was crushed
This person here and now has never healed
I want so much to put you through what you did to me this child this boy who could have had so much potential
Now i try to recover and not fear everything
Not displace those i love
But i have no love for myself
You the Bully taught me that
I cant seem to unteach that
I can't seem to move on from 15.
32 years later this is the the true effect of being bullied
Be careful what you wish for;
You might end up with the devil and his pitchfork.
We asked asphalt,
now we get asphalt.
The soles burning on Pit Street are all our fault.
Bare feet travel best on dirt road;
We acquire this wisdom ‘cause we’re dirt poor.
Everyone hollers with jubilation
when they imposed tolls on motorists
to improve road condition.
Now wretched tongues chorus in lamentation,
when naked soles touch red-hot asphalt.
The soles burning on Pit Street are all our fault.
Dirt-browned feet are more tolerable
than the feeling of walking on hot coals.
The tepid earth is therapeutic to every sole.
Concrete can be cruel in the summer’s heat.
Warm dirt is pleasant between the toes.
Asphalt is no easy street.
Be careful what you wish for;
you might end up with the devil and his pitchfork.
We asked for asphalt.
Now we get asphalt.
The soles burning on Pit Street are all our fault.