Best Subtracting Poems
The last moment of his life came.
The beyond anxiously awaited to receive him into
Its eternal embrace.
He was terrified!
He asked for some more time.
He wished for some amendments to make:
Wrongdoings to make right;
To give love to those he hated;
To help those that were in need;
To be truthful to those he betrayed;
To ask forgiveness from those he hurt.
Alas,
Adamant was the Lord of the hereafter
"Such requests can never be gratified," he said
" You see the law of cause and effect is unforgiving.
The balance of things should be maintained otherwise the
harmony of the whole would be disturbed ." he added.
" What you sow is what you reap " with emphasis declared.
" Do not worry though" he continued.
" On this side, absolute justice prevails for it is irrelevant if one
is a king or a beggar, thus you will receive the right sentence but
always with the agreement of your soul - God's ambassador in you-
that will offer the final accurate testimony of your actions on earth,
adding nothing and subtracting nothing ." he concluded!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 May 2018
Categories:
subtracting, death, judgement, life,
Form:
Personification
How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons
God has a scale where He weighs & sits
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
Categories:
subtracting, betrayal, evil, freedom, how
Form:
Tail-rhyme
What do you do with a fried lemon sandwich
when lavender leaves have messed up its hair
How to you cut it in two equal pieces
while no one is home and you don’t like to share
Why is it sitting alone at the counter
as saucers of milk perform on the stage
Where is the flavor when bland is in fashion
and comic books sing on the very next page
Will you surrender to appetites chanting,
crossing the line where the pickets are white
Shoveling corn flakes when it is not snowing,
flying a kernel instead of a kite
Serving a side that is right down the middle,
leftover vegetables mashed into paste
Like a potato but not very filling,
smothered in ketchup to drown out the taste
Do you like tablecloths made out of vinyl,
just like a record but square when they play
Nothing to spin when you can’t find a needle,
looking through stacks that are covered in hay
Cook books too heavy to fit in your diet,
checking your math while subtracting a pound
Running in place when you’d rather be singing,
wishing the dining room table was round
Can you believe that a poet would write this,
watching a hummingbird outside his door
Smiling from one ear but not to the other
feeling the pinch when his cheeks are too sore
Maybe his mind is a field of distraction
perhaps it is someone that he’s thinking of
It’s a safe bet amid all this confusion
the poet who wrote this has fallen in love
Categories:
subtracting, humorous, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Rarely reaching the expansive ranges
Where infinity influences reality changes
With illusion marked stigma stamped impressions
Sparingly accessed acceptance processing life lessons
Voided all non-existent concepts entered into calculation
Subtracting negative signs doubling positive discrimination
Facing minutes handed seconds clockwise directional hour
Provided additional limitations restricting free powers
Lawlessly abiding thoughts trapped scribing under thin glass
Persuaded temptation daily weekly monthly years pass
Beliefs based beyond cellular systematic space
Uncontrollable devolving of our intelligent human race
Technological aspects statistical advancing mathematical rations
Places recognized first second third in numerical fashion
Reality set standards store a suppressed revelation
I am one of realities patients
Prescribing divine elevation
Categories:
subtracting, allusion, community, culture, how
Form:
Couplet
The man with the whip takes the terrible trip
Fools slide and fiends slip...soon they all land in his grip
On a sinking slaveship in a sea full of sorrow
Subtracting from souls...soon they beg and they borrow
No today
No tomorrow
The man with the whip makes his money multiply
While innocence slowly dies those guilty birds fly
Bringing broken dreams on a billion broken wings
Still he smiles like the sun hatching his plots and plans and sinister schemes
The man with the whip never slumbers or sleeps
Like a big bad wolf always feasting on sheep
Angels weep where demons creep
Where his lunatic laughter has long length and reach
Where his servants and slaves they sow and they reap
The man with the whip is a lecherous leach
Draining lifeblood dry
Bringing death to the weak
Categories:
subtracting, corruption,
Form:
Blank verse
I DON'T OWN A WRISTWATCH
AIN'T NO CLOCK TICKING ON MY WALL
NEVER WORE A ROLEX
THERE'S NO TIMEX IN THE HALL
I JUST DON'T SEE THE SENSE OF TIMING
THAT FIRST DRINK TO LAST CALL
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER SECOND'S GONE
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER YEAR, COME ON
TICK TOCK TIME IS SLIPPING THROUGH YOUR HANDS
TICK TOCK DISAPPEARS LIKE RAIN IN SAND
YOU BETTER LOVE ME NOW OR NVER
LOVE AIN'T GOOD SECOND HAND
TIME FLYS ON WINGS OF LIGHTNING
AIN'T NO BODY GOING TO SLOW IT DOWN
LIFE PASSES BY IT'S FRIGHTNING
EVEN EINSTIN'S NOT AROUND
BY THE TIME YOU ADD LIFE UP
YOU'RE SUBTRACTING SIX FEET DOWN
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER MINUTE'S GONE
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER YEAR COME ON
TICK TOCK TIME KEEPS SLIPPING THROUGH YOUR HANDS
TICK TOCK DISAPPEARS LIKE RAIN IN SAND
YOU BETTER LOVE ME NOW OR NEVER
LOVE SUCKS SECOND HAND
SO BABY QUIT YOUR CRYING
CAUSE YOU CAN'T HAVE MORE OF THIS
YEA BABY PLEASE STOP BAWLING
CAUSE YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH OF THIS
SURE THERE'S PAIN IN WHAT YOU SUFFER
THE TRAGEDY'S IN WHAT YOU MISS
SO SET EM UP BARTENDER
CAUSE LAST CALL AIN'T NO THING
AND POUR ME ANOTHER
AND STOP ME IF I SING
YOU CAN TIME MOST EVERY ROUND
NO ONE HEARS THEIR LAST BELL RING
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER SECOND GONE
TICK TOCK TICK ANOTHER YEAR COME ON
TICK TOCK TIME IS SLIPPING THROUGH YOUR HAND
TICK TOCK DISAPPEARS LIKE RAIN IN SAND
KEEP IT WHILE WE'VE GOT IT
AND LOVE IT WHILE WE CAN
Categories:
subtracting, love, time,
Form:
Lyric
Math
Extensive & Complicated
Solving, substituting, subtracting!
It's a skill for life,
Arithmatic
Categories:
subtracting, work
Form:
Cinquain
They watch, they wait
to see my fate.
never adding nor subtracting
hauntingly and numb.
They wait in the wings
of indifference
to announce my outcome.
Categories:
subtracting, analogy, sad,
Form:
Alliteration
2 friends,
ADD 1 relationship,
SUBTRACT pain and lust,
MULTIPLY by months,
= Love.
However,
SUBTRACT trust,
ADD temptation + 1 argument,
= Pain
DIVISION occurs,
ADDING long term disfunction,
SUBTRACTING common sense,
RAISED TO THE POWER of months,
= 2 crazy & 2 alone
MULTIPLY both sides by time and healing,
New relationships ADDED,
FACTOR OUT trust,
The ADD the 1st relation ship back to the equation,
MULTIPLY in months of pain + months of joy,
= LOVE/TRUST
I'd rather do Chinese arithmetic.
Categories:
subtracting, imagination, life, love, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Like tornadoes passed
flood waters receded
and hurricanes stilled
he was gone-
the 'worst was over'
and somehow
supposedly
life got right up
and carried on
So they said, in time
I’d get better
I would forget it happened at all
but they didn’t see
the damage in me
my soul left twisted
mangled and mauled
Whispers of past pain
mindless manipulation
echoing off my walls
of alienation
shrouded
in shadows of shame-
Cruel words curling
around my brain
endlessly repeating
his refrain
“worth-less”
“use-less”
“less”
“less”
“less”
Subtracting from
the sum of me
until there's nothing
left of me
and no way- how
to fill this space
Like aftermath
of violent storm
he’s left debris
and chaos behind
and blown away
the best of me
Roof and siding
torn off exposing
the brittle timbers
and broken framing
of years spent blaming
he was the cross
I silently bore
and now that I am
finally free
I’m at a loss
to imagine more
What it would look like
or be made of-
a home for a windblown
wandering waif-
place of comfort
kindness and healing
where I’d be whole
happy and safe?
Categories:
subtracting, abuse, feelings, recovery from,
Form:
Free verse
In the school yard
I am a politician
I am adding subtracting some sort of division
Ladies check out my fresh foamposites I rock with precision
Not the smartest my homework always needed a revision
So don't copy my answers in class it needs more erudition
I am on a mission to score a sweet shorty I am not worried about the competition
Running the school yard is my ambition
Girls in the corner the boys staring like an exhibition
Their is a hierarchy everyone striving for that representation
As if their is an invisible partition
Cool vs lame concealed segregation
An unremitting orientation
Not keeping up with the style is unforgiven
Forever banished, extradition
Tomorrow and the day after will be the same game, endless repetition
Categories:
subtracting, childhood, memory,
Form:
Ballad
Amidst the people I knew,
Those who had pains to go through
Jumping from exams to exams,
Not able to retrieve the horrid pangs
They slept with algebra clan,
And saw the morning light with geometry gang
But still between my ivory towers
Somewhere I grew up
When I first glanced at my folks,
They had a look of a ghost
As if they are gonna make my toast
With thou names of medicos and scientist
I was amongst all the survivalists
But still between my ivory towers,
Somewhere I grew up
I saw them, I saw me,I saw everyone chanting
And not the hymns but the digits subtracting
ten minus one ten multiplied by ten,
All the equations so underwhelmed
But still between my ivory towers,
Somewhere I grew up
I got out of my school with a heroic face,
But my folks wanted an another race
So tired and depleted was I,
But they wanted a techie samurai
Thus, I the poor soul,
Was shanghaied to a stupid pigeon hole
But still between my ivory towers,
Somewhere I grew up
Thus the day will come when I will get out,
After spending six years completely moused
From electrical to management all I learned
With my brain completely burnt,
But now as I slowly move up,
I tell you my dear allies
Never give up the ghosts,
Cos the dreams are yours that you are gonna live
Because it's your life and only you can solemnize,
And hence between all my ivory towers,
Somewhere I finally grew up.
Categories:
subtracting, growing up,
Form:
Grook
the darkness crowds the pit the void the connective tissue so
tenebrous so fluid the glimpses the moments of eternity
focusing on the center everywhere the circumference is nowhere
there is no relative space or conjunctive time the hallway
the staircase circles spirals infinite rotations the wheel
and WHOA! prepare for the worst crying laughing
learning dying reacting subtracting the fluid the membrane
so tenebrous so fluid the glimpses the moments of eternity
inside the circumference we're all the center the influx the pit the void
Categories:
subtracting, art, imagination, life,
Form:
Blank verse
I look in the mirror and I lock eyes with a vile wretch
The physical embodiment of mankinds ugliest stares back
Peering into a window I catch a glimpse of every imperfection buried deep within my soul
I shatter the mirror the pain of the reflection overpowering the feelings of the glass now stuck in my hand
Another reminder of why life has always tip toed around my existant
excusing itself to a world relieved of my presence
free from the uncomfortable questions of a curious mind
And the free expression of a soul that danced to its own seranade for lack of a better option
Free from a spirit that could not be contorted into the place society had etched out for it
But contorting into something unwanted something disconcerting
carving a way through unfamiliar terrain in the hope of finding a place it could call home
Gathering scars and wounds so deep they cut into the soul tainting it with the corruption and hate
spilling out of the daggers of alienation stabbing from unkind strangers in a world of contempt
glowing brighter with every new experience unclear of whether its transcending or descending
growing graceful and grotesque colouring outside of the lines of societies expectances
On this journey my eyes lock with a pair of blue-green eyes shining with the brightness of familiarity
But where in the mirror I had seen something odd, out of place and unwelcome
in her eyes danced the beauty of the universe's most perfect creation
The oddities and strangeness not subtracting from but somehow adding to her mysterious charm
Where I saw the failure in my own design reflected in her I saw only the perfection of a vibrant soul
My scientific mind had its first taste of destiny as the will of fate was pulling at my heartstrings
As if all of the struggles of life had been overcome just for this one moment where I could see this being of a divinity
And in the reflection of my eye she saw only the reflection of herself a reflection society had told her to depise
like the vile wretch of a man society tells her is standing before her
but she sees in me the same that I see in her
an essence of perfection whose far too good for me
Categories:
subtracting, adventure, anxiety, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Prose
To tell or not to tell
that is the question.
If it is better
to take up arms
against tycoons
siphoning blood
from pension funds
or to endure
the wrath of numbers
set on arguing:
To thyself be true
two and two is four
without added
000,000,000,000
Santa Claus bonuses!
Ignoramus adding fives
subtracting nines
to cover up crimes.
Shredding numbers
into the trash
hiding cash,
Pulling number
out of the hat.
Three and three is nine?
Poor numbers
bare to the bones
as unequivocal in truth
as in lying
unlimited by culture
undiminished by time
universal and immortal
can’t be minced
sweetened or doubled
to camouflage a lie.
Ah, if words were like numbers!
Would I be a writer?
First Place Winner in Oliver Mckeithan Contest: The Bard's Birthday-4/28/25
Categories:
subtracting, funny,
Form:
Free verse