Best Sugarcoat Poems
He's staring off into oblivion;
dead-lights, who of their own free will choose to illuminate
the gray matter microwave that is TV:
too vain, too vulgar. Thought Vanquisher,
brought to you by your friendly-facade-keepers:
the politicians pussyfooting on a pedestal
built of an uninformed (yet united) public -
whose belief in "connection" is in reference
to a wall socket. Not love. Not kindness.
Who unwittingly become hamsters on a wheel,
convinced of stars held in our pockets; while promises of prosperity
dangle on a string. Like Maya's caged bird we sing
- but not of freedom - to sing of that would be akin
to declaring the sun has risen in the east. Freedom is a given,
at least that's the belief that's bandied about.
There's a boldface lie in that belief . . staring us in the face.
Are we too ignorant to see or too coddled to care?
Organic antenna, playing a fuzzy station;
our loved one's voice like a pesky fly -
six-legged silhouette on precious phones.
Halfhearted hmms-and-yeahs exuding from lazy lips. A lone
wolf, misunderstood youth - the euphemisms of today,
tomorrow's regrets. The diarrhea of words floating
in cyberspace; ricocheting off planets, but never touching earth.
The constipation of passion - nonchalant bloodbath of values -
no one strong enough to carry the hearse. We'll have to work
together - in unity redirected - to carry the load of our ancestor's past.
We descendants who reap the aftermath; let's carry on and forgo the calm.
Complacency is no destiny to pursue; crack the bottle against the bow,
that ship has sailed. Let us dabble in truth, instead of sugarcoat lies;
deception maybe be sweet, but give it time, it'll go straight to your thighs.
Embrace controversy with a bear hug, and give tyranny a timeout.
And should our words sharpen swords instead of mold minds,
may the massacre be only metaphorical - and the white flag of truce
be mistaken for a canvas - painted with the blood of your passion.
What they do, they all know.
They breadcrumb, sugarcoat,
they love-bomb, gaslight,
or sometimes just hoover or go with the flow.
But I cry and try till the end,
losing self-reliance, going insane;
because later I don't wanna feel sorry.
I can't live with a heavy chest full of thoughts of hurting others,
I don't wanna live with a repenting memory.
I can't let my head to bow
in guilt, in fear, in sin...
thus, I never leave, I outgrow.
Politics
Politicians
Definition: (Webster’s dictionary)
To deceive, dismay, confuse or blind
How perfect !
Simply put
Misplaced faith by the masses
But truly not our fault
Just a little slow that’s all
When you’ve been lied to from the beginning
What else do you have to compare it to ?
But lets look at it for what it really is
******** !!!
Who can sling it and sugarcoat it the best
Wins my vote
The lesser of two evils I suppose
It almost seems like a talent show
Who can dazzle, dance, and defy the one thing we really want
TRUTH !!!
Very simple, effective, and enlightening
Though a scary concept I admit
But definitely something new
But then again………..
Would they believe you ??
If they did tell the truth
How would we know ??
Think about it
Eric ( and sometimes not )
If I proclaim to love the Lord
but hate my fellowman,
the Bible says I'm lying. Love,
not hate, is in His plan.
Bad attitudes towards others
if they're fueled day and night,
soon morph into destructive hate,
a vitriolic blight.
Though love can be so powerful,
hate can be just as strong.
We don't like to admit sometimes
our feelings are so wrong.
We choose to sugarcoat the truth
when hate is in our hearts.
We cling to euphemisms
while we throw our poison darts.
Sometimes we're hypocritical,
refusing to confess
to sins like hate; yet we still think
the Lord will surely bless!
Those motivated by ill will
will never know true peace.
They'll moan throughout a friendless life
and find no sweet release.
What have you done, for you look like a perch?
On Botox you should've done some research
I won't sugarcoat it
You look very bloated
Your face is engorged, and some will besmirch
Resembling a puffer with puckered lips
I wanna pop them with my fingertips
Dress yourself up in lace
Get rid of that fish face
Girl, you better get real and come to grips!
Your booty sticks out. You've such a huge butt
People laugh behind your back when you strut
They giggle and they wink
Some even say you stink
Like a three-day old catch of Halibut
Your teeth are threatening like a hungry shark
Who'd bite me like a mad dog with a bark
You're known as a stinker
Caught, hook, line and sinker
People point at you and call you a snark
You are as fishy as a speckled trout
So nice to people before it's found out
It's nothing but a show
Just a smoke screen you blow
A tasteless fish thrown back, without a doubt
You've earned the deserved name of big mouth bass
A loose lip fish without an ounce of class
Kicked out of many schools
Cause they didn't like fools
Shunned by all the Tropicals known as wrasse
You've been compared to the swimmer called 'carp'
A lesser species whose teeth are quite sharp
A catch that's not a prize
Most fishermen despise
No angel fish when it plays on a harp
Sometimes you resemble a red snapper
Belting out words like a winded rapper
Blah blah blah, on you jaw
Irksome as a jackdaw
You sound like the news anchor, Jake Tapper
When you swim in the pool, you're called a whale
Ya think that's due to the size of your tail?
In candy you indulge
It's the cause of your bulge
You might want to try a diet of kale
Inspired By Red Storm
We’re living in a world where we are dying to survive
Daily watching the news where people are killing to stay alive
Minium wages are leaving more people selling drugs
And single mothers are raising less men to love
Because so many sons are growing up without the family’s head
Forcing them to die before their dead
We living in world
Where fathers like me are scared to raise a girl
Knowing that we can’t be with them every second of the way
Making sure they do as we do, not just what we say
This is a society, where you have to die for what you believe
Then have others believe in the same things you died for
A society where we believe what they say, rather than what they do
Not understanding these rap lyrics are brainwashing you
See they sugarcoat lies convincing youth
That every word they speak 100% truth
We need to take back these streets
Replacing rap with spoken word on beats
Instill positive messages in the hearts of the kids
Convincing them they must not do what we did
Somewhere or by somebody the ball was fumbled
Forcing us poets to find a new ways to rumble
I’m dying to survive daily you hear me
But I will spread this spoken word through this poetry
Until my body is covered with dirt and I’m laying in my casket
I’ll just continue to be the poetry bunny carrying raw truth as eggs in my basket
Everyday I pick up my pen and paper and began to write
I realize even after the death of me this war, people will continue to fight
So am I dying to live or am I living to die
I’ll never know but one thing is certain I dying to try
Trying to paint that picture you can’t overlook
Trying to speak the words you can’t just write in a book
I'm trying to reach every one, who they said was lost in the first place
Dying to survive to take back my birthplace
As Black Ice said, "we were so wrongfully mounted on" years before my time
Trying to be that eye watching dog, dying to lead the blind
I see our people have been ready for change
So much they are killing for change
Forcing the innocent to die for their change
Now how many are willing to carry this cross with me, to force people to change
Or will our generations to come still be dying to survive
Surviving barely enough, just to say they’re not dead, and they’re still alive
Yes like Redstorm says we are dying 2 survive!
Life is like cooking
The adventure we launch is setting us on fire
Roaring into flames, risks, we always try
The hotter it is, the excitement we cannot wait
Aflame with passion, we endlessly pursue and create
The grease we need, to keep us afloat
The surface is slick, we tend not to sugarcoat
The youthful burst is something we don't trust
But we will be of what we want to be, till we crashed
To flavor it with spices and aromatic herbs
Are experiences we need to feel superb
Though at times they taste acrid or sweet
No choice, but to savor them between our teeth
Whatever is the menu, a mix of vegetables is healthy
The color of green, yellow and red can add vitality
All we need to present a well garnished story
As we place it in the plate of success and palatability
what i see.
I see nothing but a dead community of people who would never snap into reality and realize life ain't a joke, We live in an world full of people who only care about themselves and loves to sugarcoat but growing up like this will never be like the 70's 80's or 90's and that's okay cause life will continue to go. Hopefully we start a new generation and they learn to regrow.
I’m so, so proud
In such in awe
I with myself
That I won’t even try to find
Anyone around, who’d sugarcoat me any better,
Than I can - so I start;
Right of out famous children tale’s pages
(I hope you would later guess which one)...
“O, magic mirror, do tell me
And I want the unadulterated truth
‘Who is the ugliest, most useless
Stupidest and the most disdainful creature
Who ever walked this planet?’
Thee came reply, immediate
Without hesitation:
‘’You are the long lost king of fools,
There is no doubt
But on this earth
There are two thirds of men concurrently residing
Who are exactly, like yourself.”
Lonely hearts fall victim to deceit
and flattering lies designed to please.
Sincerity is a delusion,
while forever dreams are but a tease.
Doubt stirs up currents of disbelief:
cutting trust adrift in unsafe realms.
And the wailing of a naive heart;
mimics the wind, crying in the elms.
The young sugarcoat reality:
trying to dilute its bitter taste.
But, when happiness seeks compromise;
youth's illusions are soon laid to waste.
You are tired of feeling incomplete,
as yesterday's rewind and replay.
And anxieties begin to rise;
facing feelings you once hid away.
Searching memories for crumbs of truth,
you've lost love at some point in the past.
Yet, in time, your fantasies reshape
as heartaches slip away: at last.
In these times
In these times, some people favor the belief that everything is fine.
But we must not sugarcoat the truth or trade chips for lies to feel better.
In these times we have seen our American Flag stomped upon.
We have seen our Constitution be thwarted with attempts to change it.
We have seen our laws be disregarded as if they don’t exist.
We have seen our cities burn with violence not stopped, but watched.
We have seen our law enforcement disempowered and officers killed.
We have seen criminals released who should be finishing due sentences.
In these times, Americans are killed and division is fueled each and every day.
The voices of law abiding citizens has become more silent as fear grows.
A sense of powerlessness taking over the nation as corruption roars ahead.
This fear of being labeled or attacked is turning into a place of tyranny.
Today, people feel it is not the land of the ‘free’ and ‘brave’ anymore.
But, it can be!
In these times it is a choice to unite with a common goal of liberty.
To be brave together and not afraid of what may happen tomorrow.
If we are exercising our rights lawfully, we are behaving as true Americans.
We must not let our opposing views fester with a mindset of revenge.
It is not bloodshed in our streets that we want to see evolve from division.
We must not give up without knowing what our presence of millions can do.
Showing our faces, holding our flags, speaking our minds in celebration.
Celebration you ask?
Yes. Celebration for breaking the silence that has gripped this Nation.
Celebration for our freedom fought for by every brave soldier.
Celebration for our ‘survival’ of transformation that is forced upon us.
Just when some thought we were beaten, pushed to a point of no return.
We choose to stand with dignity, fight through every doubt and not fall.
Celebration beyond these perilous times… for unity, peace and justice for all.
Heidi Sands
Dip the truth in sugar. Now it's safe to eat.
Point the twisted finger. Don't admit defeat.
Carve your name in stone, just to tell your sons.
A caper bent on error, and twisted by the gloves.
Mark my mind with paint, what a wild taste.
Echo promises before the big erase.
Leave a jar on every step, you've promised and you've broken.
You're not one for the people, an elitist for the tokens.
The cherub lies asleep in the cradle in the perfect baby room
The parents who sugarcoat society for their children are doomed
Tell them fairy tales that are magical and can believe
The pusher on the corner is the one in today's world with the magic up his sleeve
Scary world to raise a child and teach them to respect others
Sitting on the school bus and cut down the poor kid's mother
Fifth grade, Julie is gaining weight
Brad, her so called boyfriend sealed her childhood fate
A strange smell emerges from a boy's toilet stall
The door opens, 3 boys exit, the police are waiting in the hall
The boys laugh, they are only thirteen so juvee is their next stop
Metal detectors at all the doors
Guns, knives are taken daily, some kid bullied by a jock, just trying to even the score
We as parents, see it from another angle
We just can't understand the generation of entitlement is our Fallen Angels
This is the man that I am
No need for a detective because I have few mysteries
Whatever you don’t find its trapped somewhere inside my mind
I put my life into words for the whole world to read
I hope you enjoy what you see
A South Korean English teacher by night
An avid writer by day
A helpless romantic somewhere in between
The smile and joy from my students is priceless
Seeing someone enjoy my writings is pretty rewarding as well
I feel that everything in my life is finally going well
From my writings you may find that hard to tell
Sorry I don’t write more fantasies or fables
To convey happy emotions and attract more followers
You are getting my life through my eyes
I don’t have a sweet tooth so I don’t sugarcoat things
I write what I have seen and how it has effected me
My adventures and journeys have been vast
Come with me on this ride
Together we can both be pleasantly surprised
With what I will write
This is the the man that I am
Find more of my writings and poems at jorgesouthkorea.com
If I offend,
let the reason be pure
Should my presence spoil your thoughts,
let not a shadow of doubt
be cast secular
When I move against the status quo grain,
fermented feelings of many
stir amber waves of murmuring
I sense the seething wind of dissimulation brewing
Compel not me to follow
the drunken messengers of false hope
Perhaps the imitation flavor of idol persuasion
be not my cup of tea ~ I despise superfluous civility
So please allow this non-conforming offense to unsweetly fall on me
As my tongue refuse to sugarcoat the truth ...
another dawn of darkness arises bitterly,
offering no core value compromising remedy
Twilight time is the fading glow of bauble hoarding lunacy
If I offend,
cast these words to the ground
Let any uplifted eyes of oblivious pride
peer ever unquestioningly down