Best Standards Poems
Society has exactly no bounds.
Now many of you males and females judge yourself by the pound.
Scared to be your own person because society expects you to look a way, act a way, and be a way.
"Every look you take in the mirror distorts your vision and it gets less clearer"
Look in the mirror look again, take a long Look... This is you, now all you have to do is figure out who that person is on the inside.
You are your own person, you have your own style, you have your own walk, you have your own talk.
My plea to you is to never let society tell you what's beautiful and what's not, what you should wear.
Trust me it takes time but just know its all worth it just like you.
I stand at temptations door...
As anger spurs a grievance withheld.
Surreptitiously you praise the incongruent
While flinging to the wayside the valuable.
Eyes closed to the importance of veracity,
You belabor simplicity with objectivity denounced
As you are drawn only to the iconoclastic.
I long to visualize cronyism obliterated.
The Contest sponsor Jerry T. Curtis
My feelings about those N/A's
Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me the beauty standard that society set for all.
Telling a woman how to behave, submitting all stereotypes and make her feel
ugly inside.
Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me the way where i can match the standard of all.
Portion control, exercise or make my eyebrows on fleeks will that make me
match all the expertise.
Reflecting me all my flaws and showing me the way it was.
Mirror mirror on the wall thank you for reflecting me my imperfection to all
which make me special of them all.
You don't miss a slice off a cut loaf
At least that's what most cheaters would say.
But they're not talking about their wives
Because in their minds they have surmised
That their wives would never view life this way
So if this is a carved in stone fact
About how all of our wives would react
I for one would sure appreciate
If someone out there could set me straight
How wives handle this issue with tact.
Men crave what they see on the big screen
And are constantly caught in between
Wanting what it is that they can't get
Forget about heart aches and regret
Last time I looked men ain't all prom queens
So come on boys let's all rally round
And try not let the male species down
All I ask is that we recognize
I am not trying to patronize
But shouldn't the real kings wear the crown.
Oh my god she's so fat,
her stomach has rolls.
And her thighs shake when she walks,
unbelievable that,
someone would comment on someone's folds.
“Her double chin is visible when she talks.”
Eating in front of someone and pray,
pray that they don't judge me
"she probably eats too much" they say
people pass comments as though therapy is free
people judge too fast
only caring about the outside
what people say actually hurts on the inside
and the good moments never last
insecurities overwhelm us
acting like we're fine
and the second we make a fuss
we should "learn to take a joke"
what a stupid hoax
crossing lines
by commenting on others bodies?
no, and I'm not sorry.
When she was six years old,
she tried to make her hair look like
how a friend’s did in school
but her coils wouldn’t kink anymore.
Her mama caught her
and asked her what she was doing.
She said: “Making my hair pretty.”
Her mama said;
“Pretty is fair skin; stay out of the sun.
It’s straight hair; turn that iron back on.
A straighter nose and thin lips;
know you’ll never measure up,
but you can at least look good enough.”
Years fly and at a family reunion;
a teenager now and she invited girlfriends
to fool around and cause mischief.
They played with each other’s hair,
pierced their ears, applied liner,
and wondered if the boys at school
thought about them, too.
Annoyed with their antics,
her auntie pulled her aside to scold:
“Pretty is quiet, sit down and shut up.
It’s dainty, cross your legs and sit tall.
A thin frame and all the right curves;
well you can’t fix all you’ve got,
but you can at least look good enough.”
Today, her wedding day,
she applied a small amount of makeup,
washed her hair and let it go,
put on a short, strapless dress
just because her mama said “no.”
She told herself:
“Pretty is my skin
and I wanna soak in the sun.
It’s my hair; let it curl all it wants.
It’s me, myself, and I
—I am more than good enough.
Black is pretty
and that’s something to be proud of.
“I am beautiful
and that’s something to be proud of.”
In a situational disaster
disintegrating faster
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!
Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding,
he'll dis you and abandon.
Write it off as senseless,
and somewhat unimportant,
distance himself from involvement
and ignore it.
When you tell him your problem,
he'll tell you it's not one,
your approach is what you've got wrong,
then suggest another option,
Tell you it's all nothing,
because you see it how you shouldn't,
it's your thoughts that make you suffer,
and if he faced it then he wouldn't.
He sees himself superior,
up on his balcony,
living with one clear idea,
deny and lie without relief.
States firmly that what is happening
is not enough to factor him
says the fault is in your handling,
which he's fixed so stop your chattering.
His reality is the only one that's worthy,
his time is his and is not for serving
to any other person,
he'll desert them everytime for certain,
belittle them for hurting,
act like they deserve this,
He's a selfish person!
He acts like he's a mate,
but he doesn't give he takes,
yet he's always owed a favour,
excuses that he makes.
Always a complainer,
but then again he's fake,
turns hostile in behaviour,
mind games to get his way.
creates uncomfortable situations,
shows anger in conversations,
to divert those asking questions,
liars live this way.
Demands the attention on himself,
everytime he's in a struggle,
the seriousness is off the shelve,
must help when he's in trouble,
Unaware you live your life,
faking your stress in depth,
unaware of what he's like,
a victim now you've left.
Avoiding him is so unfair,
all he did was care,
what an absolute delude,
creating all that's there.
I love, am loved by God.
Soul you heal with God's love.
I've grown up from the pit of low level thinking and
low level receiving.
I can learn to appreciate the lessons that I have
learned so that I may go on and obtain higher standards
in my spiritual walk with God.
by S.E. Clark
Now this is a double standard
I lend her my shirt and don't squawk
Later, I borrow just one dress
Then it is like "We need to talk"
Santa knows when you are asleep
And he knows when you are awake
But if I knew, that about you
My freedom would be at stake!
At the bar the double standard
Shirtless men, get no drinks for free
Women with no shirts get free drinks
Oh........... I guess that's okay with me!
Another piece to someone new.
Hopefully they procede with caution.
Please dont hurt me
My heart has been though enough
Show it love, kindness,
Cause it to soar...not fall
Failure would cause utter destruction.
Well, for me anyway.
But I have faith in you.
I have faith in us.
Dont lie to me. I dont deserve deception.
Take me into your arms when I'm afraid
Get in front of the danger
Just dont let me face it alone.
Offer me your aide
Rush to me when I cry.
Very strict standards
Understand what your getting yourself into...
Love me with the best of your ability
Even when I'm mad..
Kranky, or when I scream
You have me now...
Standards Must Be Maintained
By Elton Camp
Many unworthy persons at Downton Abbey reside
Including insufferable snobs who are hard to abide
The earl can’t manage to keep the finances afloat
His countess, on an aristocratic title does dote
Lady Mary seems to bring the kiss of death to men
Which suitor would ever dare be around her again
An engagement to marry she rules a mistake
If some other prospect her libido does shake
Some, who to becomes her lovers have tried
In some horrible way we learn they have died
The younger daughters, spinsters will remain
So the estate new descendents cannot gain
“Crawley” is a name that describes them well
What the family is really like it seems to tell
The servants seem a bit better sort to me
Yet, many faults in them there are to see
Thomas can’t seem to keep his hands off men
Although it brings him trouble again & again
Bransom didn’t stick to driving of the car
Marrying a Crawley went lots too far
O’Brien is always plotting up some scheme
So she is seldom the person she does seem
Of the valets, cooks, maids and footmen
On them there is little need to begin
Carson is the only one at Downton who’s true
Who works hard and tells others what to do
Aristocratic standards he’ll always maintain
And from unseemly conduct is sure to refrain
Naked in the Palaestra,
Wrestler Leontiskos, of Messene,
Was awarded laurels with the required three falls,
Having broken two of his opponent’s fingers.
He was applauded as a hero of the games.
A lyric ode was composed to document his triumph.
It was the highlight of his career.
Naked in the Palestra,
Streaker Leon MacBride, of Manayunk,
Was awarded ninety days community service,
Having been required to register as a sex offender.
He was applauded as they dragged him off the court.
A Facebook meme was posted to document his triumph.
It was the highlight of his career.
“STANDARDS”
Let’s talk about the standards of the general society,
And not just society, the beliefs, normalizations and false norms believed by variety,
We live in a new world now whereas being your most authentic self is not just enough,
And then you begin to question yourself and society calls your bluff,
The truth however is that everything the society has made out to be is all a façade,
A deceptive appearance to deceive the likes of the mass media and general public,
And we the audience fall for this stage performance and feed into their lies,
The truth actually is everyone is living a life of their own disguise.
The normal we once thought was normal is no longer normal,
The countless hours we spend online watching influencers tell us what beauty is and not,
With every trend, every transition, every thirst trap we watch that makes our eyes rot,
That we feel we need to be a part of in order to feel like we belong,
But the truth is behind all that baddie and thickened layers upon layers of makeup,
Still lies the little traces of acne scars, the uneven skin tone and the dark spots,
We use these unrealistic filters cause we’re afraid society will only see us for our faults,
But like Edgar Allan Poe once said “There isn’t beauty without a little strangeness”
Many a time we lose the best part of ourselves just because we want to fit into another person’s makeshift reality,
Because unfortunately that part of us isn’t acknowledged by society’s ways,
It’s just a mask that everything except the truth displays,
People will only show you what you want to see,
It’s better to just love yourself, be yourself and set yourself free,
Social media is now everybody’s emergency line for fixing their relationships,
Where now girls only want guys who can take them on the most expensive trips,
Don’t let them fool you with these unrealistic standards.
I don't think I'm old fashioned
I just like old fashioned things
I have a lot of passion
For old jewellery and rings
Antiques especially furniture
Were made with love and care
Not like the stuff that's made today
I can't see any loving there
It's all made so quickly
Everything done really fast
Just simply thrown together
Certainly not made to last
This is not an exception
They say it saves on costs
Today it seems like quality
Is something that we've lost
I have always been in love with the idea of love.
How the light would be brighter and skies more blue,
birds singing and flowers all over the mountains.
But then I saw you and your eyes so full of darkness
and I found comfort in the stars
and I fell for the never-ending night
and I loved the winter of your heart.