Best Shortsighted Poems
What a load of malarkey I just read...
befuddled in disarray inside his head,
but let me make it clear. The message I see
is a misguided statement left for you and me.
It's another 'Hey diddle diddle' moment
for the chap who writes in riddle.
Who gave women the right to breed, he wrote...
taking the chance of birth defects. What the heck!
That kind of mulish thinking I cannot promote,
but since it's his right to post as he may,
I shall take the opportunity to also have a say.
God gave women the right to breed,
in the ability to grow within them a seed.
If He wanted an embryo to proclaim,
"I'll risk being born with half a brain.
and risk the life of my mother, too,"
He'd given them voice before they were born.
Audacious statements made by those who oppose
the will of the Ancient of Days.
That would label them as 'one of those...'
A shortsighted man who'd take such a stand,
thinking he knows best what is wrong or right.
How would he handle having a womb with eggs.
Maybe he would consider soldering shut his legs.
A blowhard whose mother suffered giving birth
for she made the choice to feel the burden of pain.
If she knew what she'd bred,
would she value his worth?
Categories:
shortsighted, baby, birth, women,
Form:
Rhyme
Theres a saying that says that opposites attract
Well I am so gorgeous it seems it's a fact
I like a plain girl for whom I can care
Cos I like a girl I'll not have to share
To not have to punch other blokes would be great
So I'm really glad you're a bit overweight
I'd like to point out that you've made the right choice
For no other man could put up with your voice
You shouldn't feel bad that you're not that good looking
At least I'm not dead from your ‘inventive’ cooking
And who else could bolster this ego of mine
But a girl just like you who drinks way to much wine
I see guys look at you, I guess that it's pity
They wonder why I'm not with somebody pretty
I love our nights in, we don't go out to dine
You might scare the children my sweet Valentine
Well this is well weird, I'm sat home alone
You had to pop out when you'd answered the phone
I glare at the clock and it's three in the morning
I'm nearly asleep and I cannot stop yawning
At last there you are with that silly false smile
Some shortsighted fella has tried to beguile
A loser in love with no romantic powers
Who lumbered you up with chocolates and flowers
Who's that outside with a rose that is red
Don't get no ideas about three in a bed
You should understand that it's me that you're for
Er... why are my suitcases outside the door?
17 February 2021
Contest: Valentines
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
shortsighted, humorous, valentines day,
Form:
Rhyme
With a shade of colourless eyes
Have I looked upon a world of discrimination
My nature is a rare form of uniqueness
And I defile every race by description
Golden hair on pale silver skin
An African white woman of Timbuktu kin
I have danced to the tune of my mockery
With teary eyes have I smiled at victory
Sharp edged stares may pierce me daily
Yet I walk head high and step most steady
Though the sun remains a foe that tortures
Still I conquer it with protective amours
I scowled at the honey tongues of lying lovers
Professing love only to taste my rare fairness
I read through their lines but read in between better
For this fragile,ignorant creature was fully harnessed
I have been belittled, scoffed and shaken
And redefined by several ethnic culture
I have been judged,ignored and broken
I have been worshipped,feared and obscured
But I created the burning hero in Me
And won my inner battle the greatest battle to be
For i embraced my deepest weakness
And savoured every drop of success
I am that nature's mysterious creation
A shortsighted being with farther vision
I betrayed my timidity and trampled its shell
I am a story and this story I tell
By: Adams O Elizabeth
Lizdiamond World Of Poetry
Categories:
shortsighted, 12th grade, adventure, anti
Form:
Free verse
If water is life, death is ice, indeed.
The frost does not call for a long walk,
but it turns plain water into diamonds, though.
Only a month ago,
the lake had a staring contest with the sky
and apparently, the lake blinked.
You didn’t have the slightest chance, the lake:
the eternal sky always outstares
both you and me.
How nice to hear diamonds crunch underfoot!
I feel the frost is nipping my fingertips,
but the sun is already warming.
Soon our blue eyes,
yours, beautiful and elongated,
and mine, shortsighted and small,
will stare up again.
And then,
when the time of this world will come to an end,
we turn into steam and get back to the sky...
There's something comforting about this thought,
isn’t there,
my dear lake?
15.04.2019
Intensity Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
Categories:
shortsighted, nature, water,
Form:
Free verse
Speaking quite frankly, I must say,
The burden of time grows heavier each day.
Reason stares cruelly, but I can only view blankly.
Growing angrier, shortsighted, and cranky.
In the past three hundred and sixty-five days,
Each moment seems to bestow the weight that stays.
Tasks pile up, deadlines loom,
Tick-tock of the clock as impending doom.
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months,
And before I realize it, another year confronts.
I cannot escape it, no matter how I try.
The burden of time only multiplies.
My youth is long gone, never to return.
Anile age creeps in, and I start to yearn.
For the days when time seemed to fly by,
When life was simple, I didn't need to try.
But now, with each passing moment, I feel the strain.
The weight of my responsibilities drives me insane.
Categories:
shortsighted, analogy, bereavement, endurance, how
Form:
Rhyme
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work to rule the day.
Why wasn’t the boy toting behind someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill, underground, protected them perfectly as shown, every day.
Not adding to the hive was a horrible crime, none would ever display.
The ant knew all would be perfect, if everyone did their job, and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
Inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see:
You can’t expect others to live lives, how you want them to be.
Each was adding to their different worlds, only they could see.
One building for a smaller, singular hive, the other the hive of mankind, you see.
Each in their own way: truly cast a long shadow to fill… an important need.
Categories:
shortsighted, analogy, fantasy, imagination, metaphor,
Form:
Light Verse
A Strong Unity give us the Power to Move Mountain Together
Many hands can make the works lighter and everything will be faster, so if there is too much work then the only solution is to increase volume of manpower, rather than facing it alone.
When we can combine all the personal thought into actions, then we should be able to perform our task in an organized way.
Cooperation is needed but it is often very far from us, because most people in our society are now prefer to work individually.
We hardly seen anyone wants to share their financial earning or victories, because most of the people only want to reap all the glory for themselves and that is the usual arrangement of the earthlings at this time.
The selfish behavior shown is due to their thinking of they are too important already, this also indicates how difficult the world now and it will lead them to nowhere.
The younger generation has no more respect for the elderly, but they forget that those are precisely who they learn their past experience of life from, in many years of their life.
Everyone wants to be in their own way, because there is almost no confidence between them through the experiences encountered from each other.
While if we work together, we will have a greater range of quantity sales to handle for more volume, thus we can easily move mountain, “strong together and united unbeatable.”
Grouping together is more fun and it gives more options, various thoughts from different manpower.will also increases the chances.
We are not only live for today, but why do some people only have shortsighted thinking and do not have a longer term on their vision.
Together as a unit, we will have the consensus strength and ability which is needed to move mountains within a shorter period.
Unity is working together towards achieving prosperity for a better future in harmony, so be wise.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen
Categories:
shortsighted, poetry, poets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
The Wall (version 2)
Berlin terror
Pink Floyds pinkish era
Flying pigs
Mexican gigs
Rolling stones
Dead old bones
Behind tall walls
Cowards with guards stall
As we march towards better days
Jimi was always in a purple haze
Mahogany desks from Thailand rushed
Unfolding ideas, exploring concepts rotting in rust
Honor the monarch only if he is a butterfly
We the people must do as we must
Building walls is great
For the shortsighted and tiny mighted
For those with bountiful eyes and compassionate souls
Tear down the walls, and let our eyes explore
Taste the cultures, and reach for the sun
There is no wall to keep mankind undone
The universe is ours
Soon we shall over run
Notes: Certainly be fun to hear what you read into certain lines!
Categories:
shortsighted, music, symbolism, tribute, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Let's presume all is well
Though we know truly in our minds
That we are still crawling
Like a snail under its shielded carapace.
Let's presume it is well
Though we know we are not yet there
Midst nepotism and bureaucracy politics
In that which our nation is canonized
Furtherance into our country web of hierarchy
Will renounce your reliable imaginations,
Your emotional inappropriate findings,
And your shortsighted quest around time and space.
Believe it or not
Their says must be well felt
Since they are the holder
Of anything go transient tools.
In doubt or not in doubt
Mysteries will sooner than later
Unveil themselves in due time
This is not far from our reach.
Categories:
shortsighted, adventure, confusion, fear, inspirational,
Form:
Ballad
Love does not rejoice in iniquity but rejoices in the truth
words taken from the bible that fires an arrow deep
We are living now in a world where people have departed from God
tolerance is needed with prayer and fasting
Socrates hits the key note in this where fascism takes control
When the debate is lost slander becomes the tool of losers
Many are so shortsighted blind when it comes to standing supporting sin
Do we look to the bright side of humanity
instruct ignorance springs to mind when it comes to fault
Under a veil where darkness forces its agenda
silencing the victims from having rights to an opinion
Every slave has become chained in words to chaos
deeds served as caring take away certain values
Living has little meaning when vanity takes the reins
hard hitting facts are hard to ignore in these bullies
Victorious individuals rise above the storms of life
because we all can see the burning anger is internally fused by hate
triggered by the deepest burning turmoil
even when forgiven it pushes so far beyond belief
In some cases in the end we are flogging a dead horse
so to speak good without judgement
I am a sinner forgive me my life's errors
we are all guilty of remaining quite at times
the time to speak is now and defend your birthright
no good comes out from evil ways
Categories:
shortsighted, abuse, betrayal, bible, conflict,
Form:
Narrative
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Categories:
shortsighted, adventure, brother, caregiving, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
The music is my destiny it
brings out the best in me
when I'm in the booth its
like I can feel everything
my senses getting
heightened no longer
feeling frightened its just
me and the mic got me
feeling enlightened
providing inspiration to the
shortsighted the non
believers the and the
people that lose their
dreams, desires and life
ambitions gotta make that
mental connection see
your soul's reflection see
that you were made with
perfection no
transgression against
yourself just gotta believe
and you will achieve that
ultimate wealth what you
sow so shall you reap the
benevolence of being
financially free providing
the future of today better
opportunities removing the
crime off the streets coz
Madiba fought so we can
all be free and live in
harmony. Peace and
prosperity
So
Let us be free to be great in
whatever our minds
conceive Let us achieve the
Greatness that God has
made us to receive believe
in yourselves let our Gifts
be Seen.
Protecting Gods Creations
by Building good
foundations blessing our
nations with future great
leaders waiting in
anticipation to see whether
the chosen one is worth the
patience so much can go
wrong in the state of haste
giving you a slap in the face
a fall from grace got you
left with a bad taste
realizing your life's gone to
waste its better rectifying
than repeating your
mistakes pick yourself up
coz no matter what they
say baby you got what it
takes to become as great
never losing faith keeping
composure to secure your
fate a place in the Hall of
Greats make no mistake...
Categories:
shortsighted, africa
Form:
While everything now is lighted
While everything has thrilling light effects
A long-time companion in the dark has been shortsighted
A gushing firefly light has so much to reflect
A child in this generation can only read from books
The marvel that a firefly brings
Curiosity makes them wonder, a chance to have a look
To spark in their eyes, a bare luminescence from its abdomen
Out of nowhere, a firefly came surprisingly
It fluttered and alerted a child’s excitement
It flew around emitting signals dashingly
Trying to communicate with enchantment
The child gloriously welcomed his visit
To the extent of catching and keeping him
The unexpected showing is something to rivet
To see a multitude of them is now a child’s wildest whim
In a few minutes, both have a wonderful time
The firefly looked like a fairy in the night
The spark that glimmers like a tiny lamp is sublime
The child named him Jack, as the evening’s first light
17 December 2013
Categories:
shortsighted, beauty, desire, freedom, insect,
Form:
Rhyme
I wandered down the forest way
out into clearing bright
flowers wild in breezes sway
burnished in the noon day light
drowsy from the heat I stray
beneath a drooping limb
above I hear a scolding jay
as weary eyes go dim
I fell into a heavy trance
astrally I seemed to rise
Is this a vision quest perchance?
or just a heavy mid-day meal (that's how I'd surmise!)
but wafting up the path toward
a giant hivelike pod of black
from its gaping maw a torrent poured
and casts me rough upon my back
stunned I stared up to the sky
and felt a creature on my chest
scuttled up and stared into my eye
a strange chimera queerly dressed
bulbous eyes, antennae whipped
abdomen striped black and yellow
with a stinger poisoned dipp'd
a hellish looking fearful fellow!
aghast was I when first he spoke
and gathered 'round me all the clan
for in a woman's voice it spoke (Oh! She's not a bloke!)
"we've come to warn you, son of man!
for centuries we've toiled afield
from blossoms taken nectar’s drop
so all of men enjoy our yield
and harvest fruitful crop
but soon, so soon the season nears
for all my children here to swarm
so from the feast come famine years
forgetting summers bright and warm
we are the few, the last breath of our kind
and must needs take to flight
and to shortsighted men so blind
we grieve at future's blight
so to you who lay there struck so dumb
we offer this lucid trance
that mayhaps it's just a world grown numb
and can be saved (perchance)"
and all at once they're gone
and snapping to my feet
I see I'd slept through night to dawn
and sweating in a sultry heat
rushing home through lea and vale
I stop all the workers in the grove
gather round to tell my tale
of the future's thread we wove
and as I spoke I swear on high
a honeybee flew near
with knowing eyes and a grateful sigh
she and her sisters lingered here...
Categories:
shortsighted, environment, hope,
Form:
Quatrain
The silence of forever in eternity
Speaks loudly to me
And should to all who draw breath
Time is too short for lies
Too short for entreaties
Too short for life
Playtime is over
Lies spoken pounce on our minds like famished tigers;
his untruths blow us away like puffs of dandy lion fluff
His lies will eventually die devoured by critical thought
The indomitable American Spirit will survive
this onslaught of falsehoods
Lies will not destroy this great country
nor will the clamor of unbridled and misguided emotional zeal
We are too strong to fall for fake signs of golden glitter
My pained heart asks me,
“Where do you think we're headed?”
“To hell if we don’t change our ways!” annoyed, I yell.
Heaven or hell, hell or heaven?
Does it matter?
The all too invisible wealthy are in control
and the benevolent Gods are nowhere to be seen
God is everywhere, but not in the hearts of the rich
soon, if we're not careful and vigilant,
we may be consumed by the arrogant,
self-interest and bigoted shortsighted actions
of bad people in government
if we're silent
Categories:
shortsighted, life,
Form:
Free verse