Best Typical Poems
A TYPICAL AMERICAN FAIRYTALE
Whispered, hollow "I want you" s
Screamed, haunted "I loved you" s
Pleaded, remorseful "Please don't go" s
Murmured, sad "I wish I didn't have to" s
Pulled strings, hearts forced to dance
Unfortunate words, slammed doors that won't open
Forgiven things, never forgotten
Once ripe love, now toxic and rotten
Clutching hands, hidden bruises
Envious glares, stabbing words
Vicious tongues, bared souls
Deadly heartbeats, gasping breaths
Happily never after
See shot glasses filled with fun
See many shot glasses, have I begun?
Drink, drank, drunk
What's the bread for?
Ohh, dipping. Yea.
I was a Valkyrie on your side,
Till you showed your true colors-
you had done nothing but lied-
A typical White house resident,
Just another screwed up president
American's die for your belligerence
Under pretend ideologies and wars-
Under your uncaring indifference...
only thing that matters is Phallic
differences- look in the mirror
and pull up your drawers
Laws have to be passed, while people
go hungry, losing their jobs, dying
and you're the one's making all the money.
Playing with and talking about MY fate,
over 500 dollars worth of clams on a plate,
some caviar and 1800's champagne.
Trillions of dollars towards wars
and yet, no one scores.
Well, except the "enemy"
who kill our best friends and family.
all over some damn crude, or terrorism
Or WMD that never even existed.
Yes, our world leaders all suck,
it's has been a very long time
since We The People have had any luck.
There was once a decent man
long ago, named Abraham Lincoln...
but even he, did not hold the key.
Strike ye Heralded Harvard pricks out
For there is not a single doubt
that we peasants can do without
another worthless, idiot, lying "devout".
For the "I Hate Politicians" contest by Nate Dilts
"Buy me some drinks!" she said to me directly.
"After a few belts even you might just look good to me."
So I bought her a drink, then two more, repeatedly
and needless to say yours truly got lucky.
The following morning she kicked me out of her place immediatly
The above is just one more typical date for TheKidster, SillyBilly.
Heaven, hear me now,
and not a moment late.
Heaven hear this now;
it’s been so long a wait.
Heaven, on knees bow
i— soul caught up, afraid.
pain molesting. how
i so long for your gate;
ajar, receive now
me— oh, life does frustrate!
Heaven, please erase;
take away my complaints.
Heaven, please rephrase
distortions which life paints
Heaven, bestow grace;
for death filthily taints.
Heaven dear, i face
damnation— my soul faints.
Heaven, hear: my place
i’ll lose, due to constraints.
Remind— the promise made:
to take me where gleam
is; for He duly paid,
with His life— extreme…
that mansions gold be made,
peace, clear waters, stream…
He who told me to wade
‘gainst life’s waves. supreme
He is, who ransom paid.
all’s been but a dream?
Heaven’s citizens,
please, what is it you know?
Heaven, what happens?
does He see my sorrow?
Heaven, face dampens.
what will my tomorrow
hold? for pain deepens.
some peace may I borrow?
behold soul weakens.
each day, heart’s more hollow.
Maker of Heaven,
i have gone; inquired
what sees Your Heaven?
do You see? im tired
of pain— my brethren
are dying, are fired,
hurled at with sudden
assaults; we’re expired.
Dear God of Heaven,
help, we’re feeling mired
One who made ocean,
how could we with boldness
approach? in motion,
You set all this goodness.
we face confusion.
Lord, show us tenderness.
the “who, why” question,
i won’t bother— pointless.
how, when— please mention;
how, when ends the distress?
Heaven, hear me now,
though I have no right to
speak, citizens. How,
even addressing You,
Maker, please allow:
brighten a bit our view
bring an end to woe
once more with life imbue
Heaven, hear me now…
our lost souls save, renew.
I thought you were different,
now you seem so much the same.
Why are you playing the typical guy's game?
You told me you loved me with all your heart,
but your actions today are tearing me apart.
If you offer no explanation, please, be on your way.
My mind is tired from worrying.
I need to rest today.
Just don't come any closer, I'm angry with you
You hesitated when answering, If I sparkle in blue
You never bother to tell me that I looked good today
You're my boyfriend, OMG- Why do you treat me this way!?
.........HeeHee! You kissed me.... It's okay, I love you
You know I'd never be angry with the things that you do
Which reminds me- OH GOODNESS- Prom is in May!
It's December, and soon it'll be Valentines Day!
I need to go shopping, take me to the mall? ...
... AGGGH! ... Oh, thanks, my sweetie, for saving my fall
But what, you have practice? That's more important than me?
I'm your girlfriend, nobody else is so freakin' pretty!!!
Still, I know your coach will be okay-
He needs to understand I need a dress for Valentines Day.
I KNOW IT"S DECEMBER! Why don't you understand?
If you don't take me to the mall- I won't hold your hand
There, there- that's better. And yes, I love you
Agh! Look at these dresses, Okay- the red or the blue?
You hesitated again, do you not like the style?
Answer me, boy, or we won't drive one more mile!
.....You're doing WHAAAAAT? You can't break up with ME!
I'm your girlfriend, nobody else is so freakin' pretty!!!
Take me home. I don't want to see you again
I hated you anyways, you're like all the other men.
Spring feels like seating on wagon clearheaded as judge
A wagon jobber’s cart splashing water while passing a river
Temperate air blowing and whispering around
A whim of holding my lover, haply defining life at a beach-
-took over me
Summer sounds like crazy god of fire, you can’t come near
Feels hotter as Indian spicy-hot food
Always accompanied with Chinese summer soup
Desisting from heat and flames
Flames of affection after sighting a lip glossed young tender modernized girl
Autumn feels like a newly wedded couple
Beautiful as autumn foliage flowers
Like arm of palace, majestically falling from trees
Falling like petals on grand party
Winter taste like luncheon meat
It reminds me the cheers and uproar on winter sport
Loud but uncharged
Cold weather striking through, a warm cloudy like breath sparks out of nostril
Holding on to my clothes like fungi
seasons of typical year, flesh and tender in my mind
everyday i pay attention to what next year will bring
The firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
droplets pitter patter
on the windows glass
the only sound to be heard
as I watch the hours pass
wrapped in cozy blankets
is how those days are spent
with my poetry before me
you'll find I am content
caught up in my writing
with steaming soup on hand
and wrapped up warm and cozy
those rainy days are grand
the firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
Written January 10, 2013
By Morgan Mise
"He is a typical Goth. That what I think so",-
Thought the parrot, looked at the crow.
"Gay" - the crow thought, looked at the parrot ...
That why he looked such gaily, aberrant.
A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery
A world full of expectations and dreams
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's closer to the open sky
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late
The alarm goes off I hit the floor jump in the shower and close the door.
Coffee brews while I get washed up. When I'm done in the shower, I have a few cups. I grab one for the road and head out the door to the sound of chirping birds galore.
I hop in my ride shut the door, and fire it up with a mighty roar; well it's more of a spit and sputter than a roar. As I speed down my driveway at two miles per hour I'm filled with anticipation of the on coming power. I hit the highway at the
maddening speed of ten, then pray for steep down grades and a strong tail wind.
Just as I reach the ludicrous speed of forty, the coffee kicks in; I gotta poop
OH LORDY!! so I bring my car to a grinding halt. You see the front brake pads are worn that's why it grinds when it stops. I reach in my glove box for a napkin or two but there are'nt any there now what do I do.
Thankfully it's summer and there's leaves all around. So I whistle myself over the guard rail now I'm scared. Someone
built a nintey foot drop off right there. So I roll down the hill getting lumped bumped and bruised I'm happy my butt puckered or I'd have pooed my pants too. So I finished my business and got back on the road and when I got to work late all my boss did was groan. A typical Monday but wait that's not it. As I sit in my
cube now my bum starts to itch. It seems that in my rush to split; I wiped my self with poison ivy OH !!!! Well that's my Monday I'll take it with a smile and keep plenty of napkins in my car from now on.
living between your walls
its okay,just don't say a word
wandering how rumors are told
side by side corner by corner and there it goes
Over and over till everyone knows
where your story be their lives
Even if it was full of lies
With the dirty looks and whispers
I challenge myself to lecture
Side by side,corner by corner and there it goes again
Shoosh , dolt say a word !
Slowly the sun sets as day turns to night.
Cellars, castles, and caves, places that cause much fright.
These are the areas, I call them my home,
secluded deeply within mausoleums and tombs.
Once I awake from a sleep of no rest,
gradually I rise from red velvet lined casket.
Hovering above dirty, dusty, stone cratered floor,
gracefully floating, exiting heavy oak crypt door.
Black overcoat with yellow gold buttons and links,
white shirt, black tie, fur scarf of two minks.
Appearance is normal for the society in now,
dressing the part, slightly wealthy, and greetings of bows.
Never drawing attention, til catching warm, living soul alone,
down a dark alley, quiet street corner, or invite within home.
Hypnotic dark eyes and a voice that will snare,
bringing her closer to death, she's completely unaware.
Capturing one's soul, mind, body, and heart,
moments after meeting, their blood mine from start.
As my arms wrap around you and draw you in near,
I expose my fangs, glistening white, soon red smeared.
Lifeless body, pale white as my silk shirt,
draining you empty, quenching this dark thirst.
Hours have passed, must exit this town,
dawn is approaching, as I enter graveyards ground.
Another night has passed, one less soul on this earth,
my life never ending, non-mortal, Hell's curse.
With arms across chest, eyes shut but awake,
waiting til dusk, another journey and soul I will take.
On Sundays I go to the bank
So I can fill up my gas tank
I dislike refueling
When Putin is drooling
But I'm just a typical Yank