Best Unrealistically Poems
It's so easy
to play the blame game
to be unrealistically expectant
to want perfection
It's so easy
It's easy
to want you to mold yourself
into my concept
of the ideal man
to fill in all the cracks
of what's broken in me
it's so easy
and yet
how often have I tried
heart and soul and mind
to be what you need
how often have I failed
to hold you together
and make you complete
that's not so easy
that's not so easy for me
to realize
to see
I hope I finally learn
perfection doesn't exist
there is no perfect spouse
there is no perfect love
because we are not perfect human beings
we are fallible
only God is infallible
only His love is unconditional
we are imperfect beings
in an imperfect world
loving imperfectly
and yet,
there is so much beauty
in the imperfection
of you and me!
Eileen
Categories:
unrealistically, husband, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
Bewilder was my middle name as I felt lost and torn
experiencing fallacious feelings before the hike that nothing would go wrong
going on the Appalachian Trail had always been my goal
but unrealistically couldn't eviscerate the rough terrains soil
I had hiked off the beaten path to obtain some privacy
curious I looked around for a thick bush or a hidden tree
finally crouching down I let all my inhibitions go
as I watched the steady stream of pent up urine flow
Disoriented I looked to my right and my left
as the scarlet ball in the sky was about to set
my mind became a vortex of worried thoughts
wondering what had happened to the compass I had bought
On a whim and a prayer I tried to call home
but being in the deep woods there was no signal for cell phones
with dusk enveloping my environment I took out my trusty flashlight
wondering if I should venture further left or to the right
As I walked I heard in the distance a coyote let out a wild cry
as I thanked God for the flashlight and the full moon in the sky
thick branches of pine trees molested my passing form
as I found a clearing and set up camp while waiting for dawn
I tossed and turned nervously and let out many sighs
and heard eerie noises while sleep did tantalize
finally nodding off from exhaustion I woke up to sunrise
packing up my gear to go on my back for another ride
Hiking for what seemed like miles I heard a blessed noise
and going in that direction I spied two teenage boys
who helped me get back to the AT which I thought would be so much fun
and while driving back to civilization still proud I had taken the plunge.
6-19-18
Categories:
unrealistically, anxiety, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
The nicely placed apartments of your heart are ready to let
I’ll rent and cover them all in blue and scarlet.
Now upgraded, shark and Dolphin can never be alike
so that, even your laughter fashions in designers, better than Nike.
Your happiness, more resounding than a thousand-singer choir
the re-branding job of the melody of your existence; I’m up for hire.
Under the command of your feelings like a trained loyal animal,
I inject sweet mischief to our romance like a mid-night criminal.
My bow to your passion’s fire is no magic,
my submission to our mysterious connection has nothing tragic.
That seductive poison makes me your everlasting patient,
to such an irresistible intensity, so ancient.
Your high-tech comfort because of me is making lots of sense
to enjoy the resulting glory, I’ll still wait for your license.
My doings are unrealistically pleasurable like a fictional movie
but the testament of your satisfaction will be our live TV.
Categories:
unrealistically, emotions, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
It's midnight on the Erie Canal,
And I'm alone,
Going home,
Wood Creaks,
I seek,
Something,
To bring,
Peace,
Unrealistically black sky,
And it's quiet,
Too quiet,
No cliche' intended,
No sound to me is candid,
Upon this water,
As I mutter,
Words that reassure,
My destination has not found me,
And though my fear has not yet bound me,
My nerves are shot,
But fear is not,
An option yet for me,
I must stay strong,
It won't be long,
Uncertain though,
But all I know,
Is that it's midnight on the Erie Canal,
And I'm alone, going home.
Categories:
unrealistically, adventurefear,
Form:
Narrative
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
Categories:
unrealistically, allegory, conflict, deep, hyperbole,
Form:
Burlesque
Will someone come and wipe the tears from my eyes,
Sing to me a lullaby.
A soft and sweet note too ease and comfort what’s hurting inside
Quiet it peacefully, with vocals, hummed gently from someone’s throat.
Promise me that tomorrow will not be like today or yesterday,
That if I continue to pray, that the pain in it, will all simply just go away.
Maybe, I can just go away,
Away to somewhere they know, not my name
But to new places, upon new faces, where I can find love just the same.
Will someone come and wipe away my tears,
These same tears that have fallen for so many years, so unrealistically real
And the hand I was dealt was the real deal, “Holyfield”.
Can anyone out there hear or help me,
I’m crying out from within, acknowledge my plea.
I call on his grace, only seeking those in the image of his face,
God’s face, only one who can erase this pain shut up inside
Will you come to wipe the tears from my eyes?
Categories:
unrealistically, blue, depression, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Emma was asleep in
an unrealistically graceful position
It had much to do with
the calmness she felt
as she listened to the sound of rain
hitting her window
It seemed her mind was always so
congested
that the slightest moment of peace
brought about
an intense euphoria
So the moment at which she fell asleep was
the only pure one of
the entire day
Categories:
unrealistically, anxiety, appreciation, beauty, depression,
Form:
Free verse
You didn’t know it before
but now it’s happened you’re sure
always need to be right
thus speaking knowingly
It started out as a kid
learnt what embarrassment is
in avoidance commit
voice aloud you’re perfect
Now you’re calling them out
it’s so appalling you shout
send the feeling around
telling what you have found
Stressed out
if you’re wrong
depressed, down
can’t be known
cus you live with fear now
defending lies
nobody will realise
Damn you’re just so very wise
smarter than all other guys
You can only handle life
If you’re Mr Hindsight
Now your plan has a flaw
unrealistically false
you’re terrified of your faults
web of lies has you caught
somehow the confidence lives
but the subconscious exists
the paradox contradicts
falsified by your fibs
Living fake but believe
you shine a light and succeed
high up from those underneath
you better everybody
It’s terrible
you think you’re invisible
deep inside you’re miserable
you are one predictive fool
you live in fear now
telling lies
defend and never realised
damn you’re just so very wise
smarter than all other guys
You can only handle life
If you’re Mr Hindsight
Know it alls
never really know it all
unknowingly showing all
fear bestowed is insecure
you’re living in fear now
Riding high
building up your rising pride
telling lots of lies to hide
really just a feeble guy
You can only handle life
if you’re Mr Hindsight
Categories:
unrealistically, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
In the coldest winter ever, I learned to b-more careful
I didn't want to be another statistic
by taking on the role of becoming unrealistically materiallistic
like when it means more to find that name brand jacket that everyone huslin has
instead of being able to score into the highest percentile bracket that those ivy
league not skool of hard knocks accepts
so i don't make myself another "concept"
i wanted to be the one that surpasses the honorable mention
not wins best dressed and mentioned to be dishornorable stuck in detention
i gotta be at the top of my game doin the magna cum loude thing
not spittin game to the next trying to spend they whole check for a damn diamond
ring
by me books so i can read my way out this hood
don't waste ya time trying to by me things that you think make me feel good
in the coldest winter ever i learned to be more careful
i had to distinguish the difference between
Categories:
unrealistically, black african american, me,
Form:
Free verse
way down deep in a heartache,
i dump myself and become the reluctant angel
i am tinged all over and it hurts to even think of moving
i am moving while frozen as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops
way down deep in a heartache,
constipated confusion blows its pungent odor on the tip of my consumption
i am bloody blue all over and it hurts to even move to the thought of thinking
i am frozen while moving as all and everything stops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops
way down deep in a heartache,
murky water cocktails snatch me up and i am the calm cowboy viewing captivating constellations
i am ecstatic while my currents are being unrealistically revitalized
i am falling in an endless pit of blindsided truth as all and everything drops
way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops
Categories:
unrealistically, lost,
Form:
Free verse
HAPPINESS
What are the things that make us feel this way?
Smiling & laughing & just being at play
We’re always hoping these things won’t go away
We unrealistically think they will stay
It’s okay to be sad sometimes
Why do we think it is such a crime?
Sometimes it’s hard to be kind to ourself
It’s alright to put our worries on the shelf
Forget about the past & be mindful of now
It might make you feel better somehow
Someday soon a smile will start to show
Before you know it, the happiness will flow.
Categories:
unrealistically, appreciation, emotions, happiness,
Form:
Rhyme
The Unrealistically Color Blind Gals and Guys
The guy over the boundary
Across the river must be a fool
To say that without imagery
No poem is a poem
But how will I create an image
Of the good will I have in my heart
For you all
And the best wishes i expressed
For my love just yesterday?
The guy over the line
Across the web must be a crack
To say that without metaphor
In poems a poet can get the truth
But how could I believe a poem or him
When I find truth seven layers deep?
Another gal from another country
From an odd place from an awkward proposition
Must be a nut to say
As a poet I must be real in my poems
But how could I when I see
Reality has many dimensions
And people like her understand only one
Which is in black and white
Or Withered and discoloured
The coloured ones she takes as my imaginations
And blames me whereas she
Might be unrealistically colour blind
Once i was like her when i lacked love
My love taught me to imagine
To put colour a little bit
So that we can see each layer and
Understand every part
To make ourselves wise
To make our hard and mysterious life easy.
Categories:
unrealistically, blue, color,
Form:
Free verse
It is no longer headline news,
If anything scientific happens
it happens for a rational reason
If anything violent doesn't happen,
does it not happen
for an irrational unreasoned
compassionate nonresponse?
It is no longer byline news,
toxic anthro-aggressive at-most-spheres,
dark forbidding climes,
cold winter
evil viral feelings,
relentlessly depressing
grey-clouded
chaotic
irrational
random thoughts
Complicate competing patriarchal
privileged supremacy
win/lose systemic media events,
stories monotheistically vengeful
OldTestament fundamentalist
Either my religious way
or you get to play
work
suffer the Prodigal Son/Daughter
loser highway
Monoculturing news
neglecting to mention white anthro-privileged
Caste cast with strictly partisan
polarizing eco-political rightwing supremacy concerns
And fascinations with capitalism happens
when compassionate democratic health
unrealistically
irrationally doesn't happen
while relentlessly furthering
white dogmatically "patriotic"
straight male dominance
Is not exactly headline news
but more the RightWing monocultural
Thing To Reactively Do
to find HolyBible scripture
to fundamentally cut
and evangelically paste
for ego-salvaging
narcissistic denial of democratic rationality
divine support
Furthering each individual ego-identity's
selfie bootstrap LeftCognitive
culturally superior to RightEmotive
win/lose religiously partisan
straight white capitalism
overwhelming win/win
systemic multicultural
democratically cooperative
co-arising compassion.
Categories:
unrealistically, culture, health, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.
Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people's reactions ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.
Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.
Categories:
unrealistically, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Truly there is a bit of craziness in my heart’s mind
As she colors people beautiful
Even when they are mean
Fierce
And
Unrealistically
Angry
At me, but will not tell me why.
Feeling unsafe, and insecure
Painting people ahead in my thought’s brains
Expecting something that is insanely
Fantastical
And
Maniacally
Combative
Seeing a
Horrible ending
Due to lack of
Communication.
Able to methodically
Sterilize and homogenize
Other’s irrational ugly
Self-defeating thoughts
Yet stubbornly holding
On to my own,
Making myself nuts.
Categories:
unrealistically, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse