Best Shallowest Poems
Beard looks weird,
that's a lyrical genius to be feared,
you wrote a 6 year song and got the facts wrong,
fired with the hair and safety still on,
I guess that scope's just a tele,
with sights and hopes on the tele,
Machine Bun Shelly,
initials, MBS, Caps empty,
Mostly Bull Sh……
a superficial sipping soup to his belly
or is it breakfast for a serial prodigy,
steadfast out selling cereal probably,
problems with his intellectual property
so he's just a prop to stop and see.
6'4 and standing taller,
picking on a man, his wife and his daughter,
who needs protection ay,
you're a big and bad ball-less brawler,
that's the shallowest level you can resort to,
and though it's none of my bees wax,
you did it to be witnessed and receive plaques,
but it was easy and witless like corny flakes,
the business doesn't need Autotune fakes,
forcing the rhyme like all you want is a smoke,
not literally you'd choke, that's such a weak joke,
clearly begging for your songs to be bought up,
as if we went from Shady please stand up,
to worshipping a hairband on a no flair brand corrupt
and yeah I admit some of it was good, generous, but look,
with 6 years to write it should have been off the hook,
this lame ass your best and you took as long as you could,
when your next hits out you'll remember when you last stood,
and you'll be mocked by the only line that was any good,
MGK can't stand up,
that'll get you like Cranbrook,
from Cleveland Ohio,
leave now and fly home.
Note the depth and the many double entendre in this,
written within an hour of hearing that diss,
MGK's peak, now for the diss-appearance,
I've heard you can't write your own lyrical sentence,
that's dense, how you ever gona go the distance,
now go into the distance with your spoon and bowl,
you had your 15 minutes so back to your hole.
Part 2: Picking the rhymes apart and taking a shot, on my page to read now.
* the second line is a double entendre,
a serious comment about Eminem and a sarcastic one about MGK, you know, cus rhyming beard and weird is amazing haa.
* Hair and safety clip on
* Just a tele, a telescope
* Initials - cus MGK initials but Eminem doesn't M&M
Categories:
shallowest, hip hop, humorous, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
With apologies to Sir W.S. Gilbert
As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list--I've got a little list.
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed--who
never would be missed!
There's the pestilential pundits who write without a clue—
All men with bloated bellies who hang out guzzling brew—
All children who play computer games and beat you just like that—
All people who like a glutton eat but keep their tummies flat—
The terrifying boss you've only just met, who on first names insists—
They'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. He's got 'em on the list--he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--
they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the Metallica lead guitarist and the others of his race,
And Material Girl, Madonna—I 've got them on the list!
And the fearful ladies who serve spaghetti on their finest lace,
They never would be missed--they never would be missed!
Then the millionaire ball players who smirk and snort cocaine,
And unfailingly prove that even with money you cannot buy a brain;
Then there's the homophobes in the closet who curse but mostly lie,
They'd rather stay where the sun don't shine than admit they like a guy;
And that shallowest of arrogant, back-stabbing pr--ks, the corporate ladder climberist
I don't think he'd be missed--I'm sure he'd not he missed!
CHORUS. He's got them on the list--he's got them on the list;
And I don't think they'll be missed--I'm sure they'll not be missed!
And the self-righteous jurists, who free the high and mightier,
Overbearing, moralistic judges—I've got them on the list!
All afternoon talk show hosts—nah, not Oprah —but especially Springer;
They'd none of 'em be missed—they'd none of 'em be missed.
And the slick politician who about corporate influences never lies,
"What, never?" Well, hardly ever when even their 'fluence Enron buys
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed--they'd none of 'em be missed!
CHORUS. You may put 'em on the list--you may put 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed--they'll none of 'em be missed!
Categories:
shallowest, hilarious, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
Prayer For Bad Noose
(The Goitre Psalm)
The Lord is my Shepherd
I shall not want a Swollen Neck
He Leads me to the BEST Physician
He Restores my Throat
He Leads me through the dangers of Surgery
for His Name’s Sake
Yeah, thou I work through the Shallowest of Breath,
I fear it’s just “Goitre Go!!”…Thyroid -
and Thy Staff comfort me.
Thou Prepared an Operating Table for me……
You anointed my body with Anaesthesia …my Calm Runs over.
Surely with Your Goodness and Mercy shall I swallow…
….all the Days of my Life.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Categories:
shallowest, christian, encouraging, funny, tribute,
Form:
Verse
In Youth-less Age
Though gentle, hopeful drifts we brood,
but age our wont be kind enough,
in threescores is when life imbued,
will partial be the earthly stuff;
but you'll still be my fancy then,
when Suns shall be the Shallowest,
and dry as those days --my fingers, pen!
Diluting the persistent best;
then shall I my own mind bereave,
when servile times would near a close,
but will your eyes, mine still deceive,
that greater truth than life propose.
The understanding of our earth,
up till we stay, --the way shall give,
entwine when with a lovers mirth,
we not our age but more shall live;
there I shall be a part of you,
though life may still not worthy be,
but time the hearts as one does sew
and breeds the soul's eternity.
Soon ladies fine with auburn head,
in youth's subservience shall grow,
with shadows white and lips blood red,
to whom the haste --the world will owe;
but, by the words that reason frowns,
and those that cost if cared for less;
within the gardens, across all towns,
just you my dame this heart possess,
as your my gardens cherished fruit,
could time nor age do you wrong,
your grace can shift a hand from mute,
such do my rhymes to you belong,
and the words, claims that come to me,
be their center, and my days renew,
until the time this soul is free,
and life us quells, an end pursue;
the end of the sojourn we made,
shall love then still be intense more,
when breaths and sight move to a fade,
like youth, your age --I shall adore.
R.N.Khan, © 2012
Categories:
shallowest, caregiving, devotion, family, growing
Form:
Ballad
The lapse takes place in moonlight,
Curtained behind the rain,
Where the raucous chimes of midnight
Mock with their cracked-ice refrain;
The gut-churning whiskey of sorrow
Swills on the palate of fear,
And the cigarette breath of tomorrow
Spills through memorial beer.
Resurrecting the buried and burning
Raised from the shallowest grave,
She never was one much for turning,
No mercy to strain or to save;
Unto the breach, once more to divine,
If the end calls a curse on the fates,
The recidivist heart in a step-like decline
Fibrillates as it anticipates.
Categories:
shallowest, life, lost love
Form:
Verse
You were not
you were not my ship.
Simply existing in my deep ocean
that continues to deepen with every emotion.
I
thought I'd try you.
I
thought I'd try you.
Saw you occasionally on my shore
looking uninterested, even bored.
I don't blame you,
for the excitement's hidden in the blue.
I wouldn't call to you,
thought it was no use.
Once or twice
I saw my waters catch your eye.
Waited for the day you'd want a swim,
remove your pre-judgements like clothes,
and jump in
you never did,
no you never did.
Only waded to the tops of your legs
where the shallowest part of me is.
So I couldn't pull you in.
Someday there'll be a ship
and someday I'll open up to him.
Give him everything I am and more.
Like a tidal wave
pull him in from the shore.
Pull him in, all the way in.
All the way
til all the lights
from all the lighthouses in the night
are out of sight
and he's all mine.
Even now without a ship,
I will still be an ocean.
I will always be an ocean.
And you were not
you were not my ship.
Categories:
shallowest, love,
Form:
Ballade
Three witches
by one sword drawn
from heaven at the
inching of day
thrice regarded, naught
but once slain
for high treason by jury
though not of sound mind
idolatrous fancy its credo
and kind
but divine be certain mercy
oft a misnomer of fools
for whom heresy converts
in the shallowest pool
therefore say the witches let
fate run her course
when the fire avenges
let it be from our source
Categories:
shallowest, death, devotion, faith, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Inspired by Nancy Sinatras Song "Bang Bang" http://youtu.be/T5Xl0Qry-hA
In this little heart of mine
filled with sunshine, smiles, and crime
I let it roam and let it play
but looks for you all night and day
Fang Fang
I'll hunt you down
Fang fang
You'll hit the ground
Fang Fang
I'll catch you soon
Fang Fang baby I'll bite down
He's made of skin and I of fur
My winter love makes him burr
I'll sneak right in without a stir
Then he will be mine for sure
Fang fang
I'll pounce you down
Fang Fang
You'll hit the ground
Fang Fang
How the blood will come out
Fang Fang
Baby I'll bite down..
My love is strong and it is weak
I'm the tallest mountain in the shallowest peak
He hears me roar but not when I speak
How can ones face be so bleak?
Fang Fang
he pounced me first
Fang Fang
It was the worst
Fang Fang
My heart just burst
Fang Fang
My baby bit me down.
By:
B. Maxine Waldrep
Categories:
shallowest, dark, dedication, deep,
Form:
Romanticism
We are all but metaphors
Names varying along the course
Representations
Of either the deepest
Or the shallowest creation
We call each other in codes
Mediocre yet each a different mode
We exist in different realities
Of this life we now call " abyss "
Identities placed in the hand of symbols
Existence supported by phonological reasons
Names do have meaning but do we?
It's up to us...really
Categories:
shallowest, destiny, identity, life, metaphor,
Form:
Verse
We've got anchors
1,200 miles away but we're mirror opposites
anchors to hold us down from floating away
or anchors to hold fast with a sinking ship
we've taken on water for sure
but that doesn't mean we're destined
for the bottom of the ocean
a father who was never there
and ended your relationship with a shotgun
and then there's me
a phone call away I'm too chicken hearted to make
with his faults and mine on full display
together we make a fine homage to
failures and mistakes
we've got anchors
a dozen states away but I've got mine
and you've got yours
I've sank in the shallowest of hearts and waters
I just hope you can steer away from the shallows
and become who we all know you can be
the ocean is no place for you girl
he was my brother once
I can still remember his silhouette
against the setting sun in the
heart of summer
playing the only game he could feel in his heart
I swore sixteen years ago
I wouldn't end the same way
and now that I've ruined more than my life
I'm positive I made a mistake and spoke too soon
We've got anchors
I let mine sink me
I just hope you dont' make the same mistake
So this is for Taylor, my brothers daughter. Read "For Collin" to get the jist
Categories:
shallowest, dad, daughter, death, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Sea summons sailors, sending waves
lapping at curiosity's shores.
Offering a world with no locked doors;
She harbors treasures and salty graves.
And though oft as gentle as the breeze
rippling across Her watery face.
This lady of adventure and grace;
is known to be a fair-weather tease.
She is easily riled by the wind;
yet reflects the moon like a mirror.
And brings opportunities nearer;
upon which landlubber hopes are pinned.
She shifts colors from aquamarine
to turquoise, chartreuse, and indigo.
And is filled with wonderment and woe;
not hell or heaven, but in-between.
Many feel the allure of the Sea;
as She tugs upon their hearts and souls.
For from Her depths to shallowest shoals;
She exerts Her sensuality.
Categories:
shallowest, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Eternity, where
Immanence-transcendance
mutually reinforce.
When alien is at home,
the desert in the sea.
While impossible to seek,
knowing is bestowed
and all elect,
the sons of art.
Here invention's noble thrust
sujects itself to faith in vanity
the measure of depth
a evanescent film,
and piety
the shallowest of all.
Abba-beyond all time and space,
closer than a heartbeat-
resides in secret,
non-invasive,
distant the needs of flesh
and yet divinely intimate.
Duality unknown,
can view with equanimity
the blood-soaked pores
from Nazareth,
evoking tears of joy.
Abba-let us speak of love
but first in cultivated awe
acquire the power to fail,
to scale the pinnacle
of childhood
and view with newer eyes
a lovliness remote
and inaccessible
to those who seek the stars.
~
Categories:
shallowest, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
It's dark.
Even through closed lids I've perceived the
monotonous treachery
the day has in store.
I suppress a moan within my chest,
and my bones creak with illusory age.
Another dawn which is not
impedes upon my shallowest slumber.
The persistent knockings of raindrops
voice my doubts and shortcomings
of the day ahead.
How long must I bear
the imbalanced sleet
extending winter?
Though I sleep no longer,
the spirited fingers of motivation
do not see fit to untwist
the lashes of my resting eyes.
I seek no better reason
to lie in my nest
of deepest self-pity.
My burrow of darkness may ease
my aching body,
but it cannot soothe the dread
that churns my soul and mind.
Who can know?
How many sifting moments passed?
What portion of my day
had faded
gently
into nonexistence...
before that tender song rang out?
Yes...
I hear it.
Not a figure of my desire
dragged out to taunt me.
No: a simple, cheerful song...
perhaps three, or maybe four.
My eyes unfold with the wish
to validate these incoming perceptions.
The gayest chirp of birds
amongst the pressured rain?
With booming curiosity
I stumble from my bed
and arrive to a covered window.
I draw back the shade
as my eyes squint in anticipation
of the coming intensity.
And it is exposed:
the brightest sunlight of the country
pierces my tired mind,
as there is not one cloud
for miles.
A smile breaks across my face
as I discover
the source of raindrop noises:
the snow is melting,
and the gutter collects its tears.
Categories:
shallowest, hope, inspirational, seasons, uplifting,
Form:
Imagism
Its emotion itself moulded in pens hue,
The feelings in it are from vast ocean to tiny dew;
whence it hath filled minds shallowest lakes,
It flows down from heart as through snow flakes.
Proud and great are those creation--
Whose thought consist of truth along with imagination;
Those creation without truth are fake--
Passes to past,these new pieces,floating upon time's lake.
It has the majesty higher than Everest,
It covers within itself from lions den to tiny nests,
It has the beauty brighter than pearl,
Deep message doth around it curl.
Lssons of academics--do they continue in life in general?
Message in poetry --they do run with life till funeral.
Categories:
shallowest, devotion, education, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Sonnet
The water was quiet
Like the world had folded into one slippery cloth
With moist air dragged by some unknown power
The origin had never been known
Of this deep bowl of blue.
My fingers never reached the shallowest sand
Where the damp wind touched the naked earth
My face with every detail
Was carved in this transparent wood
By an anonymous painter with brushes
Invented from somewhere above.
The blend of colors were mixed in shape
My hair that were just a bundle of ropes emerging from the dark
Interlocked with my forehead
Like a brown sheet left forgotten by the dancer.
My speech had a source, which pierced through a crack in the face
Guarded by thirty two white blood hounds
And a slimy python.
Suddenly a piece of earth
A pebble of such fine mould
Fainted into the translucent sheet
Which protected the Piscean empire underneath.
The painting that was behind a thin red line
Between superstition and reality
Broke into the brackish water.
The carved wood was lost
The artist had erased what he had created-
An image seemed so true
But was indeed such a simple lie.
Categories:
shallowest, imagination, life, time,
Form:
Imagism