Best Stupidly Poems


Premium Member One-Sided Love

How do you give solace to a girl with a broken heart
when your heart has not yet mended from her falling in love with him?

How do you answer her questions for advice
when you know the best advice to give further damages your chance?

How do you lend a shoulder for her to cry on
when your entire body aches to embrace her lovingly?

How do you listen to her plans for making up
when you wish your friendship could be replaced by romance?

Silently, you suffer the torture of one-sided love.
Stoically, you pretend to be happy as her friend.
Selflessly, you let her go when you desperately want her to stay.
Stupidly, you swallow those three words you want to say.

You try convincing yourself you are happy by her happiness,
even though her happiness with another makes you depressingly sad.

You wear the mask of a brother-like relative
even though the jealously is driving you mad.

To leave her far behind would mean your freedom and your end.
Never to know her as a lover, you will suffer lonely as a friend.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Back To Traffic School

Before yellow changes to red,
there’s only one thing in my head.
It’s to get through that light
for my time is so tight.
On the pedal my foot becomes lead!

But I did not judge too well today,
for that light was a tad far away.
Oh, why didn’t I stop?
If I’d just seen the cop,
I’d be richer with no fine to pay.

So to traffic school soon I will go,
like I do every three years or so
till the next time I’m caught.
We old dogs can’t be taught!
Wipe our slates- traffic school’s just for show!


Note: Traffic school is a 2 hour class that some Americans pay extra money for just to avoid a raise in their insurance rates when they get a traffic ticket. I stupidly did not do traffic school last time I got caught by a cop, so for sure, I have to do it THIS time. This limerick story was inspired by Jan's limerick about me!

Premium Member The Yin Yang of Kiss My Ass

If I had to make a choice I would rather hate intelligently than to love stupidly.


Premium Member Look Up If You Dare

INSPIRED BY THE FILM 
        DON’T LOOK UP

Humanity has become oblivious, ignorant to an inevitable lightening quick catastrophe,
Politicians and the rich and famous are known for their eccentric outrageous audacity,
Nobody has anything nice to say to anyone, anywhere, so totally unsatisfactory,
Each human being doing their own thing like ants, on a mission no more philanthropy.

Scientists work around the clock to save our planet Earth, animals and humanity,
Drugs consumed for fun, medication abused, both lowered humans’ immunity
A pandemic revolved around our globe, thus millions suffered and died, internationally
Scientist who study our galaxy, predict a life threatening event to happen imminently affecting us globally.

Don’t human beings realize that a comet might be coming to town and our planet will be extinct, dive
Into oblivion, the rich and famous will live, it is the poor, the hungry that Humanity will deprive,
The opulent and their money think they can extend their life, and thus forever and ever stay alive,
Build a rocket with capsules for themselves, animated in time, in which they stupidly hope to survive.

Wow, presume encapsulating oneself in time, a rocket in space comes true, and nobody fries,
Arising from the dead metaphorically in 20900 returning to earth, finding things have changed, surprise,
Surprise, no humans inhabit Planet Earth anymore, what will they meet, perhaps their demise,
The Chinese saying, may your wishes come true, actually a curse, hope you have said your goodbyes.

Premium Member It wasn't all that long ago, The State of the Union

It wasn't all that long ago when covid
choked the world with it's grasp.
People became anxious, some belligerent, when
asked to merely mask.
While others stock piled toilet paper to
wipe their sorry ass..
A million Americans suffered.
A million Americans passed.
Our health care system became overburdened
with such a daunting task..
People craving answers, turned to the experts to ask.
Our Ex. President gave misinformation with a
racist slant, calling covid  the "Chinese virus",
he'd over and over recant.
Innocent Asian citizens were aggressively attacked.
This former President refused to abide by the precautions that
were advised. He wouldn't wear a mask and the medical community he criticized.
How many of us Americans would still be here today, if we had
stupidly injected bleach as this President once did say? 
Four years wasn't all that long ago dear friends.
Is this the type of leader that Americans want again??

Unforgiven

Themes are overlapping
                           The current keeps criss crossing
Dreaming and digressing depressing and unkind
Mish mash meandering in a labyrinth of minds
Wonder lost.....fingers crossed....

Misdiagnosed and so stupidly maintained
Disjointed mistake.....
Contorted remorse
No kingdom no horse
Replaying the scene
                    Rehearsing the song ... unmended
Keep doing wrong
How do I check my tongue?
Why does it always come out wrong?
 
              Ill get forgiven - of course
And then I transcend it - much worse
Imprinted my thinking - not right
I keep on repeating .... my plight
Until I get along, its best I walk alone
How to undo this old refrain
Your spirit I fractured - time and again


Human's Stupidity

Sea level rises... glaciers gradually melt
Global temperature is climbing the cliff.. Beware 
But hey, G H gases don't exist.. Global warming is a myth

Throw everywhere in the streets, plastic and filth
Eat, and just leave disposal plate somewhere, anywhere 
And dump wrappers in oceans and water pith

Basic unit of food chain, the shells are getting extinct 
Reason... Ocean Acidification... Be sacre, be very scare
But no, water won't mind industrious wastes, they think

A tiny killer virus has taken over the world, bit by bit
A pandemic! To the modern man was rare
Thousands died, yet to them this pandemic is bullsh*t

And would say, don't take vaccines, it' ill make you impotent 
Don't wear the mask, it'll make you look stupid, beware
And that Vac contain micro spying chips... Damn it

Mother Earth is in ICU, we made her a patient
Her blood polluted, poisonous is her air
Yet, all is well, to them these problems never exist
Human's STUPIDITY is making us all extinct

3rd April, 2021

Premium Member The Sachsenhausen Violinist

We could smell blood everywhere.
Sitting crouched against white,
Lifeless marble,
Our violins to our chins
As crusted black blood
Stuck, pleadingly,
To our music sheets.

We were to summon beauty in hell;

To compel the murderous to tears
And the dying back to life, but,
I could smell blood everywhere.
My heart gave out in a
Lurching throb.
My bow swam against the hair
And I, in mind, among the countless wasted.

This could happen anywhere.
And this happens everywhere.
Beauty in hell.
The fount of flowers in the black.
The smoldering sickness
Against sweet-lacquered intentions.
Blood is everywhere.
As we hunt blindly, stupidly,
For the grace of gauze.

Premium Member Grieving People

They fled their land to find safety
instead, they found
cruel life wherever they lived
They've lost everything
because they're that way
Their aspirations crumbled
and they lost all their aspirations.

Something I strive
to be among the shattered
in honor of the broken
Thinking about all tears that would be shed
their world caves over them
their optimism turned into terror.
   
I wish to be with splintered people
the face-to-face challenge, people
the unseen, unheard, uninvolved
The type who strives to lurk in shadows
couldn't you trust me?
 
Why do they need not be alone?
Why must they weep to sleep?
All hope is lost to them
only darkness prevails
Alas, act in a purely unfazed manner 
not having everything handy
They attempt to comprehend.
leaving from one paycheck to another
cheering and clapping sans graceful motions.

They weep until their eyes dry.
entirely on their own,
they can only wish for brighter days.
when they could find solace
As their emotions hardened into stones.

I am neutral about skin color
or their perceived sin
or their need to be flawless to win
I start with sight and sound
despite aspects or ground
should never be, where they're found.
 
Modern stupidity in innocence
stupidly that shoves them to survive
Fair pretense and pure all
illuminating blind minds
Luminousness of noble ideals
may aid the underprivileged
or bless, the broken-hearted. 

To heal their wounded souls
to bestow hope to the desperate
to promise salvation
to wipe away their tears.
 
I am overwhelmed by such a plight
who can grasp their insight?
or even sense being near the site
they may offer love I could not bestow.

Ultimately, we are all flawed
suffocating, we stagger
costumes and snob jokes
Victims of other people's poking
no one's heart is empty.

Complexity creeps into our minds
may rush if others approach
each unspoken and broken
For the sake of finding
excluded role hiding
cruel passion ridding
Need to see well where you're sitting?
 

Written: October 22, 2022
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Child Vs Adult

A child gets hurt
  He screams... He cries
  It may seem to him he's about to die

An adult gets injured 
  He shrugs it off... He's no creampuff
  He's got a job to do -- He's gotta be tough

Ask yourself two questions honestly
  Who's got more sense? Who behaves stupidly?

My Friend

Growing up,my mother loved me with all she had,
Like my teacher,she taught me alot; social behavior;
To my attention,she brought rules of love
In a friendship or relationship or any connection;
Defining a friend as a precious gift from God;
An answer to loneliness,a pill to growing longer;
For a friend brings a smile,lessens your burdens,
And you are set free from stress; your lifespan is lengthened.

She called me her daughter and I called her my mummy,
So she said,
"He who is not faithful and enthusiastic;
Deserving,natural,interested and respectful"
Isn't a friend indeed!
Your buddy ought to look out for you,
Like you were his own flesh and blood.
Through the storms and droughts,
Peace and war; health and illness;
They are your confidant,who neither leave nor forsake you.

So, I asked my mother,
How I could tell a genuine friend from a liar;
"Pray,pray,pray,pray and pray!"
She kept on telling me to pray,
To pray in the morning,
To pray in the noon time,
To pray,even as the sun goes down;
That prayer had all the answers I ever wanted;
Say,who was or who wasn't true,
I would find out only through prayer.

My mother set rules for me, to live by in my friendships;
One;she said I had to love myself first,
That it is after loving myself that I could love another.
Two;she told me to love my friends just as I loved myself;
Care for them,accommodate them,forgive them,make them happy;
For as much as I know,that's all I would want for myself!
Three;mother told me never to give in fully,
Or I would completely be torn apart into pieces!
I guess she knew how stupidly I fall in love -so easily!
How soft hearted,with a thin skin I was;
So,she told me these,long before I was mature enough to understand them.

My dear mother gave me a friendly package,
To carry with me all my life,
Embrace the beauty of love, welcome friends into my life;
Take them in,open my heart to them,allow them to be part of me,
As I am a part of them; and share a portion of their love.
So, I live like this, because I know I have you.
Seeing you lightens my sorrows,and cheers up my spirit,
For you are my friend,
Whose presence in my life,I cherish as dear!

Echoes of Unmourned

the flowers he is holding are just one of the reminders
of that grief he is holding on so rigidly,
prompting a picture of his wife, sniffing the same flowers
as she walked the aisle, he smiles stupidly.

now he reaches the place his wife’s resting, as a ritual
it’s become for him to come a week,
bringing her favorite flowers he talks to her
but not a tear sheds from his cheek.

he snuggles with his wife’s dress, he took off
of her body as token of her echoes,
he smells his wife through his lungs infusing all of her
in his veins, to every cell it flows.

he hasn’t washed her dress, for he’s addicted to the scent
of her sweat infested in the fabric,
how can he wash her off, with his tears yet
he isn’t ready to let go of her this quick.

he sits to eat in front of his wife’s chair,
empty and void of her grace,
tears yet to fall knowing he cooked two bowls of rice
even after these many days.

he still looks for his wife when he wakes up
just to find deep chasm,
he still chants her name in daily ritual, she’s gone
the truth will he ever fathom.

she might be gone forever, but left him aimlessly
stuck in the worlds’ in between,
he lives another day waiting to sleep beside her
the truth others had seen remains unseen.

Space Or Spaced Out

In Space or Spaced Out

Bones grow feeble without gravity
This is a serious matter, not to be taken lightly
Blood fails to reach the brain
We must bear this in mind
Space cannot be navigated by the light headed
The semi conscious, on a journey with such a faint map
Think on this seriously, it is not a joke
Spaceships lost in the heavens is a hellish consequence
Sentient beings drifting half conscious is senseless
Concentrate your thoughts so that we do not scatter
Debris in the galaxies, cleverly made
And stupidly lost.

Maze Runner

It was rainy afternoon
We met at cafe
With our wet clothes on
Drank a cup of Latte.

Made a loud noise
Everyone stared us
We even didn’t care
How they looked at us.

So I grabbed my pocket
There was none
We saw ourselves silent
Decided to run.

We stood up on a table
Smiling around
We ran out from cafe
Whining at town.

We laughed stupidly
Though we were chased
Like those crazy kids
Who run in a maze.

April 21,2015

Premium Member An Alliterative Oxymoron

Scientific systems sometimes seem strangely simple, so say I.
Complex calculations can cause casual, concentrated conversations.
--- Sometimes I can be STUPIDLY SMART.

I literally love laughing at little, light Limericks.
Finally feeling fantastic following Friday’s frenzied finish.
--- Sometimes I FEEL SO GOOD IT HURTS.

Positive people perpetuate pleasant personalities.
Obviously oblivious of often onerous outcomes.
--- Sometime I WORRY that I live a WORRILESS life.

Typing tantalizing text to terminate tenth line.
--- I SOMETIMES ALWAYS comply with rules.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

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