Best Unexciting Poems
THE PENGUIN
Way down south on a continent frozen
The penguin a tough life has chosen
Though you’d think he’d be coy
Like a super-cool playboy
You’ll find him out preening and posin’
With movement on foot unexciting
He shuffles along then goes sliding
Though on land a slow coach
In depart or approach
In the water he goes like greased lightning
He’s a little short in the leg
Dressed bespoke (can’t wear off-the-peg)
Hand it to this ice capper
He always looks dapper
Even when he is hatching an egg
So the penguin’s no slouch, he’s a winner
By sartorial standards no sinner
He’ll emerge in a trice
From the Antarctic ice
Already dressed for dinner
Categories:
unexciting, animal,
Form:
Limerick
Stillness with movement,
Silence but loud.
Darkness and cold,
enclosed but wide open.
I remember my life
as an empty classroom.
Everyday was still and slow,
but it passed fast and unexciting.
I was alone in my pain,
loud but unheard.
I could not speak my feelings,
for no one seemed to care.
I cried myself to sleep at times,
but no one believed my pains, so no one knew.
I kept them to myself,
thought negative but spoke positive.
I remember my past again when
things happen to trigger my memories,
I get scared and I feel the pains again.
Among the stillness, there was movement,
Silence was deafening.
The darkness was blinding,
the wide open spaces were consricting.
An empty classroom
Allows one to think too much.
Allows them to remember whatever
they wanted to forever forget.
Anyting they ever blocked out,
comes sneaking, rushing, trickleing back in.
Sometimes overwhelming,
sometimes affecting only a little bit.
But if there is someone there with you,
the pain doesn't return as hard or as fast.
It's not overwhelming or scary,
because there is someone there to keep your mind occupied.
Someone to hold you while you cry,
to laugh with you and add in their sound and movement.
Someone to sit with you in the empty classroom.
In stillness,there comes movement,
out of silence, there comes whispers.
Darkness and cold, becomes light and warmth,
wide open spaces become shared.
Categories:
unexciting, visionary
Form:
Free verse
Dad´s Army
On the Milky Way a black cloud appeared,
not dark as the night, but as a whole year
of winter nights put together and blended
with stygian thoughts of a suicidal dictator.
Then slowly the cloud began to dissipate,
became whispery as Fidel Castro´s beard.
…And there, on blue silk, a new born star,
unexciting at first but it grew stronger by
the galaxy minute- which last a bit longer
than on earth-, till it one day sparkled with
pride especially around Christmas.
The moment a new star is born an old star
lights up, like northern light, for so to fall
into perpetuity, and I shall not see my old
friend Clive Dunn again.
Categories:
unexciting, death, sad, social, old,
Form:
Elegy
Why do I write everything?
Always writing, always, always, incessantly,
Details about my small little life---
A life that is nearly always unexciting---
Filling pages, wasting paper and memory space.
Why do I write everything?
For a while, I thought that it was
So I could look back, and understand
Myself;
And this may be partly the reason.
But I don’t think it is the only one.
Why do I write everything?
I was thinking about it
The other day,
Sitting, staring off into space,
Wanting to write, and wanting to know
Why I wanted to,
And the answer
(Or what I think is the answer)
Came---
It is because I do not want to forget.
I have almost no memories of my childhood,
And I don’t know why.
There are a few vague impressions
Here and there, and a few---
Very, very few---
Actual, clear memories,
But most of it is gone;
I do not have many memories
Of later years, either:
Homeschooling, junior high,
The first years of high school---
There is not much remaining,
And what little there is
Is steadily eroding.
I read back old journals,
And remember things,
Things I hadn’t remembered I’d forgotten;
I see things in my own handwriting,
My own typed words,
That I couldn’t have remembered
Without help.
Why do I have no memories?
I have no idea.
Maybe some trauma
Early in childhood
(There is no way to know;
These things float to the surface
Of the lives of “perfectly normal” people,
Sometimes),
But that does not explain the loss
Of the years after that.
Maybe something wrong with my brain,
My memory center---there is no way to know.
But I think that deep down inside,
There is this instinct, spiritual self-preservation,
Which tells me to write, write everything,
Write it all down, and soon after it happens,
So that even if these years also disappear,
As it seems they are going to,
I will have the written words,
Memories held fast on paper,
So that I can look back on my past
By reading my forgotten writings
As others do
By simply looking back into their own minds.
Why do I write everything?
It is because I do not want to forget myself.
Categories:
unexciting, loss, memory, remember, self,
Form:
Free verse
The sex was unexciting as it was unimportant
Like the silk red knickers
That didn’t really define her
Or the cross chained around her neck
That didn’t protect her
He sensed she was more broken than him
Strange how broken people come together
Awkward pieces never quite fitting
Just clinging on
He felt this would be his last time on earth
Time had picked him as it had picked the ones before
He was ready
She sensed he was different from the others
More dangerous, but not to her
The scars on the outside, only hidden by the scars within.
She also felt the death sign
But that was her calling
The chosen one
He watched her sleeping
Finding comfort in a strange way
Something caught his eye
The small mark on her skin
The sign of the sacred sisters
He felt humbled in her presence
It was time
Death was waiting
He walked to it gladly.
Categories:
unexciting, angel, courage, death, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Stress is stressful. It stresses me out to be stressed.
It is distressing when we go through so much stress.
I wonder what life would be like with no stress-
Dead, asleep, dull, unexciting. Life is stressful.
We love life, so we must love stress, right?
It is a necessary part of life. For every action there
is a reaction. The opposite of stress is inactivity,
no interaction, and BOREDOM.
Categories:
unexciting, stress,
Form:
Free verse
The world is full of the things we see
But more than these are the things unseen,
An example is the wind that sweeps rain to us
And the lust that leads to things obscene.
The faith that believers so much praise
Is a thing that they neither can see nor touch,
Yet its power permeates their innermost being
And it’s a thing that they preach about so much.
And the God they worship with so much reverence
Remains unseen and yet everywhere at the same time,
He chose for himself the better option of being invisible
And gave us the lesser state of the visible grime.
The life we fear to lose at every turn
Remains a mystery to all of us,
A fluid airy thing, methinks -
The result of some omnipotent fuss.
All things that really matter cannot be seen.
What we see is unexciting physical matter
That lacks the hidden meaning of existence;
Temporal stuff such as a hill or a pig or a tatter…
Categories:
unexciting, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
A winter’s walk may sound cold and unexciting.
Would you believe it can be so warm and inviting?
Indeed the beauty that is seen can warm you inside.
Not just the bright scene of snow, bringing pride.
Take the fresh smells that surround season’s glory.
Each step that you take brings forward a story.
Remembering childhood play, snowball fights you won.
Sled riding with friends to see who could be number one,
When your spirit and mind recalls adventures of past,
Angels shall fly overhead and fulfill your soul fast.
Let’s bundle ourselves go for a walk along this lane.
Knowing sweet hot cocoa waits, within our domain.
written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts
Contest Name A Winter Couplet
my choice topic
2)a winter's walk
form
Couplet--- Acrostic
Categories:
unexciting, adventure, childhood, friendship, happiness,
Form:
Couplet
ALICE MEETS ULYSSES
On a string up in the sky her activity was flying a cat.
She just wouldn’t say, the lips were sealed,
Up there with ceiling wax. She said
I don’t reveal secrets, don’t let the cat out of the dog.
Just relax, be lax re tax,
Have a cucumber sandwich, perhaps a hamcumber samburger.
Later we might visit Sackpool Bland and the Bower Tallroom *
Or go swimming with gills and feet, like a fizard.
But at the moment I am clean upping with the mowlawner
She said, so we sat, the two of us too, to watch
As the planet tworld around that day,
Wondering if the croquet game was better with the
Queen of Harts and all the dear deer -
Oh dear dear , oh deer deer :
Only two things outa Texas - steers and queers
But my car steers badly, so I guess she’ll
Reign in Spain mainly on the plane.
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*A well-known unexciting resort in England is Blackpool with its sands, and its famous but perhaps worn-out Tower Ballroom
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Entered in Kirby Magee-Dittberner’s Contest Joycean Jewels
Categories:
unexciting, allegory, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Hackers
Systems’ dare-devil invaders
And secret passwords discoverers:
Into the privacy of computers intruding,
Their mouse masterfully clicking
And their sleeping documents awaking,
With treasured, classified files
Going unauthorized miles!
Jumpers at an opening door,
With throat –slitting knives
Rather than keepers of either hand under the jaw
And risking careless forfeiture of their own lives!
Every single one of them is like a pen robber:
A face and countenance eternally sober;
Always oneself helping with quiet literacy
That would the business make racy:
A very dirty, unexciting job
That still makes one’s heart excitingly throb.
Espionage has hackers’ services mandated
And their termination, not dated,
Computer wizardry the reason why they’re thriving
And the ingenious ones sure they’re striving.
Hackers, I know, have got their hackers:
Bosom friends from a staff
Willing to assist them not by half;
Also, Hackers have answers for their trackers
On merit, famous for being Crime-Crackers
Magically able to lick their blood like Suckers
Mainly, ill -luck has been a hacker’s blocker;
Nemesis that fires shots and doesn’t miss;
Its bullets, Death’s engulfing Kiss.
Categories:
unexciting, computer,
Form:
Rhyme
Despite vanilla's subtle sweet and unique exquisiteness
it's encumbered by being considered plain basic and unexciting.
It's seen as being neutral, insipid in need of embellishment
It's a blank soft white canvas needing to be added to.
But in essence, the vanilla bean seed
has a sweet, creamy, sweet and slightly floral taste.
It has a gentle lovely and subtle aroma.
Vanilla is the muse for every dessert makers dream,
In custard, ice-cream, cookies and cakes you adore,
Vanilla infuses its magic in every bite we explore,
Imparting a fragrance that lingers long on the tongue.
Vanilla much belied, maligned, vilified, mocked and ostracized,
Deserves another go, all on its own, plain and simple!
Categories:
unexciting, food,
Form:
Free verse
REDEMPTION FOR SOMETHING
THAT MEANS SOMETHING
ONLY TO THOSE WHO ARE INVOLVED
BOWING BEFORE MEN WHO
WISH YOU TO SEE THEM AS SUPERIOR
WHETHER YOU ARE BETTER OF BEST
BEYOND THE FEATS OF STRENGTHS
BEYOND THE RECOGNITION OF
A PAST THAT MADE YOU GREAT
THEY THOUGHT HIM BEATABLE
THEY REFUSED TO RECOGNIZE
HIS LUSTER
THEY SPOKE OF HIM AS DULL AND UNADMIRIBLE
THEY HONED THEIR SKILLS TO COMPETE
BUT SPOKE HIM AS A NOTHING
AND FIGURED HIM TO BE BENEATH THEM
WHAT CHARISMA HAS HE THAT THOSE
WHO WISH APPEAL FROM MASCULINITY FINDS HIM
UNWANTED AND UNEXCITING
CRAWL BEFORE THOSE WE WISH TO BED
AND LABOR TO BE DEFEATED AS THEY ARE WISER
TO LOVE THOSE WHO LOVE THEM
YET THEY SPEAK OF HIM CHORING FROM BOUT TO BOUT
AND HIS LABOR NON-INSPIRING
THOSE PAST GREATNESSES SEK
FOLLOW-UP AND THOSE
WHO WISH HIM IN OPPOSITION
DO SO TO STRENGTHEN THEIR OWN NEEDS FOR
ADMIRATION AND ATTENTION
WHAT NIGHTS AHEAD HIM
THAT HIS DAY OF WRECKING SHALL FIND HIM
TO BE SEEN AS BETTER THAN OR BEST
MIGHT EACH CHALLENGE FIND HIM
TO ONE DAY LIVE OUT THAT DREAM
HIS BODY HAS MADE HIM AFFORD
MIGHT THE GREATEST WORDS
EVER SPOKEN BE ABOUT HIS LABORS
THAT HE IS BEST
AND THOSE WHO HAS OPPOSED HIM
HAVE DONE SO THAT THEY ARE EQUALLY GREAT OR BEST
Categories:
unexciting, adventure, business, character, desire,
Form:
Epic
Life. I feel like I have no life. No energy fills up inside me.
Out of touch. I feel out of touch when the feeling to drink doesn't consume me.
Sucky. I feel like I suck when I am in my room when everybody else is getting drunk and partying.
Unexciting. I feel unexcited when I am being consumed with my negativity.
Real. I feel not real like I am just a doll being used as a toy.
When will I stop feeling like a loser but a winner.
I guess it is up to me whether I finally take control of my life or not.
Categories:
unexciting, depression,
Form:
Walking together entwined in the moonshine,
you whispered the tune of the autumn breeze.
Your enigmatic smile, the mirage of illusion,
sparkled in my stellar sky of yearning.
When the freezing wind of discontent blew,
your insipid lips curled like wilted flower petals.
The diaphanous mist of makeover shrouded you,
blenched you of all colors, and diluted your aroma.
At the mellow sunset under pallid twilight sky,
I walked alone in your ashen garden path
in the meadow of unblossomed buds,
emiting ordinary smell unexciting.
My fuzzy sense of frozen fervor lingered
in the crevice of your remote heart so pale.
With the thousand candles of burning desire
I tried then to brighten up your vanilla charisma.
Categories:
unexciting, analogy, change, simple,
Form:
Free verse