Best Stale Poems
Don't let life go stale
Don't let it become mundane
Change it up and up your game
Turn it around
And be spontaneous when you can
Seize opportunities
Act a bit crazy
I won't let normality phase me
I am going to find away to change things.
Categories:
stale, inspiration, motivation,
Form:
Free verse
Under the wind
of an electric fan
the old balladeer sounds
like a tired man,
blinks his bleary eyes
as fast as he can;
breath reeks of nicotine
and of stale rum,
crooning his song
with a gravelly hum,
the captive audience gossips
and chews gum!
Categories:
stale, work
Form:
Rhyme
We are nothing but simple pawns.
We’re Pushed around by others it’s oh so wrong.
I look around with my eyes wide open.
All I see is humanity choking.
We are all lost destroying humanity.
The way we live is twisted insanity.
Let’s try something for a minute and turn to a friend.
Try asking, how have you been?
Or when they respond lets actually listen.
Its friendship and love we’re tragically missing.
Why must we be in a stale mate?
Stop what where doing and lose all the hate.
Let’s find ourselves we’ve been lost a while.
Its imperative we do this life’s not so vile.
We are all humans and all of us feel.
It’s simple, respect and everyone heals.
Categories:
stale, faith, forgiveness, friendship, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth
As to bluntly say what is on my mind,
So, I shall blame the stale vermouth.
Dismay that I am so bitterly uncouth
To go through life with this sad truth,
It is necessary, I admit, for me to find
Dismay that I am so blithely uncouth,
As to bluntly say what is on my mind.
written October 15, 2021
Categories:
stale, me, perspective, spoken word,
Form:
Triolet
When we were young,
New lovers discovering,
Hot flesh sliding,
It was fresh.
But now memories of before,
Stale and settled,
Cloud my lungs and each breath seems stifled
Categories:
stale, lost love, passion
Form:
Free verse
A stale fruit cake someone gave us.
That cake was less than fabulous.
‘Twas full of nuts and very thick.
Whoever ate that thing got sick.
It tasted so bad, I could cuss.
An esoteric recipe
of a relative we don’t see.
Were they seeking revenge on us?
A stale fruit cake.
If another one they render,
we’ll mark it “return to sender”.
I won’t touch it with a long stick.
That was not a treat, but a trick.
Like concrete; not at all tender.
A stale fruit cake.
Categories:
stale, holiday, fruit,
Form:
Rondeau
Loneliness is a stale donut
Forgotten and left in box
For how many days now?
How many days!
Takes as self-pity
Eating the donut it tastes like pain
And sickness rising in my throat
For I remain and the box I throw out
Categories:
stale, 9th grade, america, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
spoiled milk and stale cinnamon is what i feel like eating
your departure from my life has given my quite a beating
i indulge carelessly as a tribute to happier times
loneliness is creepy like an unfamiliar dirge of rusty wind chimes
my stomach complains, but my mind blanks out feelings and sensations
my head spins and goes to unnamed places with no billing or locations
i decide to mix the nasty portions without concern for sense or reason
i close my eyes ever so tightly to force my main source for my dreams in
as my body rejects the disgusting concoction, it reminds me of the sudden erasure of beauty
i will repeat the ritual again tomorrow like an odd sort of necessary duty
Categories:
stale, how i feel, loneliness,
Form:
Free verse
It’s raining outside
and I feel content
to just sit on the porch
and watch a squirrel
snag a slice of pizza
from a trash can
The weight is too great
and it falls in
but this is one determined squirrel
A Moliére tale
about a piece of string
intersects my thought
but that’s arbitrary
after a few tumbles
and false starts;
the squirrel gets the pizza
out of the trash can.
It did seem like
a lot of work
for a stale slice of pizza
but who am I to judge?
Categories:
stale, courage, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Hello
Something you must know
I once loved you in a way misunderstood by the social and the loquacious
If there was a way to tell you today,
I would push myself forward and not stray or sway
However happiness has given me the `I told you so` look yet again
Loners and misanthropes like me will never ever win
As I drink my green tea ginger ale all blue watching the befallen wind blow,
All I have left in my ruined arsenal is the occasional, simple....Hello....
Categories:
stale, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Queen's gambit, denied
Life is like a game of chess
Waiting for a mate
Categories:
stale, beautiful, deep, life, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
mind is roaming,
brain is foaming.
energy overload,
frog is turning to a toad.
work again tomorrow,
need money that i could borrow.
plant a seed and grow a tree
now i have some fruit for free.
it's now time for me to sleep
i pray i'm not the devil's to keep.
Categories:
stale, angst,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Written: April 14, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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The subject matter of this poem explores themes of transience, intersection of life and death, and the fragile coexistence of human and natural worlds.
a loaf of discounted bread
stale & crumbly
resides in a brown paper bag
teetering
on a park bench
a finger of cool breath
_____nudges
____________the
________________bag
___________________towards
ground
pile of used cigarettes
gathered by
a trash
can
&
an
array
of greasy
fast food, styrofoam cups
a souring banana milkshake
punctured through
---a rotting apple
core
&
an
assemblage
of stale and wizened
McDonald's medium fries
family of pigeons
peck at brown paper
bag--
it topples over &
spills its guts
across
grass
a swan watches from a pond
--eyes peer--
from its snowy face
water cushions every ounce
of its body
caresses every single
feather
sky is a petri-dish
c r a m m e d
with scarlet c l o u d s
a young girl falls
as her size four sneaker
is caught
on a hidden tree root
swan chuckles
to itself
a college student bites
into a decorated
hot dog
condiments slip
his button-down
shirt &
a swan extends its wings
a platform for sun
as droplets of
crystalline water
sparkle off surface
of each
feather
Categories:
stale, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
There was but one
dark chocolate tart
left in the silver tray
It’s cherry, pinched by passersby
so early in the day
Its dreams were dashed
as it could see
the softly dimming light
meant that the little bakery
was closing for the night
It longed, just to be purchased
A cream filled destiny
But all was lost, it seemed
as there was little hope, you see
Though thoroughly delicious
and still a work of art
No one seems to care about
another stale old tart
Categories:
stale, age, anxiety, fear, food,
Form:
Rhyme
Why ask questions? When there are no answers.
Categories:
stale, 10th grade,
Form:
Monoku