Best Themself Poems
Silly thoughts are a
mans best friend
How they embarrass
themself without end
Falling all over
themself you see
Leave us all laughing
with glee
Foolish at times how
they speak
Clamoring for some
attention they seek
Leave us to just shake
our heads
When to women the
same line is fed
This was written for Aaliya and
her first year of high school! How
the boys want to try to talk to her
and say the same things to other girls!;)
Categories:
themself, 9th grade, games,
Form:
Rhyme
Many nights I've sat typing things for which none will ever read.
Burning midnight oil only to add to this mornings trash.
Then going about the act of pretending it's all good.
Wearing a mask of my own creation.
These long nights of endless confession to empty wall's.
Hollow thoughts from a bitter heart to scared to exist as himself.
The page lay beaten only to be erased.
the circus of life is a deception for after the show when the dust settles
the magic gives way to truth.
Tempers flare and thoose happy clowns appear to be just angry ordinary
people who hate and loath there so called friends.
Dream that it would have all been diffrent if not for this or that.
never taking blame just putting it on others like normal so called adults.
These long nights breed anger and that page takes the punishment
and like a coward I look apon this act of pure thoughtless work.
And second guess myself wishing only for the approval of people who yearn only
for the approval of some one else.
Like hamster in a wheel never getting anywhere.
For who wants to be themself when you can be a watered down version of someone who
wasnt good to start with.
I cant say the comforts of being a clone wouldnt be nice .
But I never did like things that were nice.
Never cared about being on a list or kissing someone's rearend just
to have them talk about me as soon as my back was turned.
Be yourself and cherish thoose who hate for the bitter and cruel amount to
nothing and there only hope is to lure you down there same dead end life.
The clown tries in vain to make you laugh.
The fool doenst know or care if you laugh.
And me Im just the jerk adding to the mornings trash empty
as the page that sit's befor him.
Categories:
themself, angst, depression, introspection, life,
Form:
Nobody….
Nobody will see
what good you do,
but everybody will observe
where you go wrong
Nobody will see
what efforts you make
but everybody will observe
where you get the success from
people around you
will be jealous with your sincerity
They will have hundreds of questions
and always demand to prove your ability.
Mistakes will be captured
more than the efforts which are sincere
wrong things will be highlighted more
than the right things done ever.
People around you
Will be eager to pull you down
They'll prove themself to be more better
And more capable to wear the winning crown
Very few people will notice
where you bring the correct things from
but everybody will observe
where you go wrong.
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Categories:
themself, anger,
Form:
Free verse
The moon's effervescent
glow hangs low as if saddened
while the heavens shower me
with tears of its once
bright celestial being
soaking me in the hurt and
sadness,
feeling the moons pull
upon me I ask
"How can you cry and still
shine with such beauty ?"
clouds part and all the
celestial beings seem to smile
down upon me
Warming my heart telling me
"No one is above pain and one
should not stay in a state of
distress! For no matter
how great your pain, happiness
is something one must find
within themself..
We can not allow our emotion
to define us by not seeing it
as a healing process
realizing with good comes bad
Learning from it but never letting it
take our effervescent glow....
Categories:
themself, emotions, moon,
Form:
Free verse
The most beautiful thing
in this world to me,
is to see someone living holy
The way they talk,
the way they walk
I love how they comport themself
Their meekness,
their gentle way
Their firm resolve
to not get swayed
by temptations that are so commonplace
It's the beauty of holiness
on full display
Come, wrap your arms around it,
it could be yours today
The most beautiful thing
in this world to me,
is to see myself living holy
Meditating and praying
Giving comfort and staying
to help the poor and sick of heart
Charity and forgiving
Embracing love as the purest way of living
That's the message of holiness
The most beautiful dream
in this world to me,
is seeing everyone living holy
Categories:
themself, christian, love, religious, spiritual,
Form:
Lyric
People who talk to
themself were called crazy once.
Now, they are just rude.
Categories:
themself, people
Form:
Senryu
Wondering how can I become
so infatuated
With someone's words leaving
me intoxicated
Happy their words, and my path
had finally crossed
Words read with poetic passion
that I could get lost
Allowing those words to caress
me like a sin
As I let them seduce me while
they pull me in
Then I'm inside each of those
song like verses
With all the words very reality,
being so diverse
They hold so much meaning
being so heartfelt
See they open in me rapture I've
never before felt
I feel in those words the love he
longing tries to convey
While leaving me speechless,I
mean what can i say
And when I'm released from
their strong pull
I wonder did the words hold me
mind, body, and soul
I wonder this as I grasp the book
of words tighter
Was it the words themself or
was it the "Writer"
1st place in Brian Strands contest
Contest: favorite artist
Date:11/23/2019
Sponsor:Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
themself, passion, words, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
*Suicide*
Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People fight for there stand,
People fight within themself..
Nothing been on there side,
None is there to support them..
Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
Life is just a race,
Love, care, respect are left behind..
Blaming insulting are trending,
As money can buy love, respect, care..
Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
People say how coward he is,
when he was alive none supported..
He fought hard,
He fought with himself..
Suicide is not the answer,
But there's no option..
broken heart been heard louder,
Now money speak louder..
It's a fight within himself,
he is a fighter..
Not a loser,who fought till his last breath..
_veer
Categories:
themself, anger, anxiety, bullying, depression,
Form:
Personification
Who is making "Kentucky School Teachers Angry"? Who is making "Any Teacher of our "Children Angry" to cause their "Failure"? Anger produces "Failure" in "Any Society"to let "The "Real Enemy" of "Democracy,and "Freedom" win,and let "Communism""Begin"""""!!! We see this in "Hong Kong" today,and Hong Kong,really wants "Democracy" and that is the way it is,because "Hong Kong" is one of "China's "Kids"!!!!!In "China" comminuism is a reality and is "What it is"!!! Who is making "Kentucky Teachers Angry"?..........Angry Teachers make "Angry Students",and they are angry when they come home from "School"!!!....."Anger Creators"...........cannot be tolerated in the "Leadership"in any "Democratic Society"!!!!!! Anger can be avoided with a "True Bi-Partism Effort" from all political parties in "Any Democratic Society",and that is a real reason to "Vote""Against" "The "Leader" who is making you "Angry" with their "Non-Transparent",anger producing "Agenda"? You can consider "Yourself",or we can consider "Ourselves" "Crazy"voting for something that make us angry,and that something can be someone,who we were tricked by,and now we may be angry!!!! We realize that we will not be tricked again!!! We are "and can become "Angry"because "The Anger" comes from "The Enemy"!!! The "Enemy" "Never speaks of "COMPASSION",AND THAT IS HOW WE "KNOW THEM"!!!!! THEY SPEAK OF EVERYTHING ELSE!!!!!.......THEY GAIN WEALTH FOR THEMSELF!!! THEY ARE DEATH....THEY ARE AGAINST AFFORDABLE HEALTH.......AFFORDABLE HEALTH CARE SLOWS DOWN THEIR WEALTH.....THE GRIM REAPPER IS THEM SELF!!!!!
Categories:
themself, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Ballad
she was an angry woman
not much love,
she wouldnt put up with a man
abusing her,
the mistake women made then,
prostitution for security,
selling your heart for money,
she regretted having me,
lost freedom,
tied down,
single mom, poor,
abused by the culture,
her love was shown
in that she didnt abandon us,
even though she was tempted,
her mother wasnt that strong,
my heart didnt value that,
i wanted to be wanted, loved.
I saw the other children,
wanted, loved, rich,
my blinders on,
rose coloured glasses,
envy, despair, no self esteem,
worthlessness, less than human,
not expensive enough clothes,
not nice enough car,
"drop me off a block from school"
"I am not shopping at wal-mart"
something i didnt notice then
i have always been blessed with beauty
i never even saw the girls that adored me
too afraid, to poor, to stupid,
If my mother didnt love me, how could another?
greedy, selfish women, angry,
years of oppression, and taking it out on me,
the male, the enemy, "no love from mommy".
Now i pay the price for my fathers oppression.
the gay guys arent as wierd as i thought,
at least they are getting laid.
The women i meet now,
if i love them
i am not good enough for them
if i use them or tell them how pathetic they are,
they love me, addicted, cant leave.
On occassion i love a weaker girl,
i see their potential,
usually sexually abused as a child,
they will leave, hate me,
for my honesty,
too afraid of love, of closeness,
get pregnant and leave or kill themself,
one or the other, such drama,
If a child wont end their suffering
then death will.
What did i do to deserve this?
Categories:
themself, childhood, confusion, family, introspection,
Form:
My name is little Jonathan, I am old 4 years old
My daddy never loved me; my mummy’s hugs are cold
My sister is always screaming, she sometimes don’t come home
When mummy and daddy both go out, I’m left here on my own
My name is little Jonathan, I’m 7 years old today
My skin has purple blotches, that won’t go away
Daddy is always angry; he comes home late at night
I hear mummy and daddy rowing, that then turns to a fight
My name is little Jonathan and now I’m almost eight
My body is so scrawny, because I haven’t ate
The kids at school make fun of me, because of my dirty clothes
I’m use to taking the punches now; I’m use to blocking the blows
My name is little Jonathan, and soon I will be nine
A lady came to my school one day and said it will be fine
I do not live with mummy now, I live with someone new
I have some really lovely clothes, my body’s better too
I’m told what mummy and daddy done, was wrong, Thiers no excuse
A child cannot defend themselves, defend themself from child abuse
Categories:
themself, school, old, home, child,
Form:
A Shepherd tends to his sheep
watching over them to protect
His desire is to keep them all close
To see them all gather
from the call of His voice
He shall provide and lead them to water
so they shall not thirst
He shall lead them to green pastures
for their hunger is satisfied
The Shepherd is love and comfort
but yet so few will return the love
and seek for his guidance and knowledge
for they do not understand how all have gone astray
For they might see a few green plants
begin to bloom and wander off from the Herd
in search of trying to eat on their own
maybe a mud puddle in view as they run
to drink it before the others take notice
These sheep grow more confident in providing for themself
and wander further as each day passes
seeking from their own wisdom
while pushing down a corrupt path
causing confusion to escape their winding maze
The Shepherd continues to call
for the ones which have got lost
He longs to see them come out from the wild
His mercy and love forgives them of where they have been
while making a new creation
so they shall love and teach of their escape
Many sheep shall hear His voice and know this is Him
listening carefully to be lead back Home
To be thankful He never quit calling
and the desire to feel the Love and Comfort once felt
To rejoice in living in His Herd
Categories:
themself, desire, faith, green, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
When that alarm clock goes off 'fore dawn's crack
And you pull your achin' bones from the sack--
Then you start havin' you some real doubt,
If this way of livin's what life's about.
So you eat cold bread and drink lukewarm joe--
Look out the window at three feet of snow.
Then the wife says to tend to the new calf,
As you pull on holey boots and just laugh.
Horses need tendin'; cows don't milk themself--
I need a good clone or some magic elf.
The wife says somethin's suckin' eggs agin
And there's a skunk what means to be our friend.
Then next day comes too soon and it's the same--
Your bare feet hits cold floor and leaves you lame!
There's bills to pay and more chores yet to do;
It just seems like the work is never through.
Though this race ain't for rats, it does seem hard;
But workin' the city ain't for me, pard.
And though the wages is near starvation--
Ain't no better job in all the nation!
So if you can stand all my complainin';
You've got to figure I is explainin'
'Bout how I really love this long hard lot,
'Cause I 'preciate all the good we got.
So if crankiness you sometimes do find,
Just smile and then pay me no never mind.
For you see this ain't really no rat race--
It's just how God keeps cowboys in their place.
Categories:
themself,
Form:
Cowboy Poetry
Don't be telling me we need technology,
I understand it easy but it's not for me.
I own a PS3 and Grand Theft Auto,
one game disc that rotates with audio.
I don't buy MP3 I still purchase CD,
I like to look at the plastic collection on the shelve,
others take selfies, a plastification of themself.
I don't care for Facebook, use it as a poetry book,
I haven't signed up to Twitter
'cus I havent the time for celebrity litter,
to busy writing bits of rhymes into poems
to then show 'em as a Facebook status.
This electronic age is overrated and separates us,
like all are Spartacus apart
and using electrical sparks to much.
I spark a hunch and clump hunches together with pen,
I do it again and again,
using ink when I think so I link lines and mix sounds fine,
Iphone and Android cameras encourage steroid usage
and they clone how they prefer to think they look at this age,
but all have baggage, get old and all have saggage,
technology brings out the shallow and that's savage,
I photoshop with a biro and redo the negatives,
while their perspective is negative unless looks are perfected.
120,000 views on my poems,
no idea of how I look to them.
Don't tell me we need technology,
I understand it easy, I just prefer poetry
Categories:
themself, poetry, technology,
Form:
Rhyme
An abundance of mimicked truth yet oozing falsehood
Leaving a dubious ironic emotional attitude
Simulating a true person’s being hypocritical
Showed as a soul-less insanely monstrous criminal
Recognizing ambiguity painted in your unique brilliant colors
No matter how you curve it, your words still weigh like anchors
Cunning are your sneaky attempts at a vagueness
The are of your game is far from being stated as genius
The illusion of your meaning is not being judged
It’s the meaning of that illusion I won’t begrudge
Twisting your morbid stories into enigmatic fables
Trying to paint yourself as the innocent of all angels
Conforming naive minds into perceiving what isn’t right
Leaving one to believe it’s themself that they fight
Perplexed a complex thought allowing deceit
Fueling the tellers ever hunger of feeding their conceit
Yet I do not pass judgement, you bring about that result
The perceived illusion you brought it’s your fault
Allowing the multi talent of twisting words to your end
The vagueness in saying a lot by saying nothing, letting no one in
Categories:
themself, art, boyfriend, word play,
Form:
Rhyme