Best Validation Poems
In their dreams…
Yes, please
Whisper indoctrinated dialect
Upon my harrowing song
Yes, please
Remove that scented, plastic tulip
Place it upon my oblivious palm
As if we’re in a Sadie Hawkins dance
Bribing hearts
With petal currencies
Psst, hey
I woke up only feeling like a thousand bucks.
A foreign knock-off made of recycled, rubber bolts
And ambiguity
Please
Tell me I’m priceless with borrowed, high-interest breaths
Liquidate my potent complacency
To become that symbol of an elitist humanity
Yes!
Stroke that clouded, diamond tip
With your sensual thumb
Love stamps of approval
After 6 months of quickie penetration
And co-signatures on dilapidated apartment leases
PLEASE, YES!
Take me to our creator!
Tell Him I am free!!!
I will stand here in virtual observance!
Wait, where are you going?
Come back to me!
COME BACK TO ME!
My wheelchair’s batteries are fading!
How will I stand?!
NO!
…
Sadly, they never validated their reality…
©Drake J. Eszes
Being proud of yourself isn’t enough,
When your loved ones don’t think so.
Thinking you’re tough and strong,
Yet you can’t handle the pain you know.
Every time life starts getting rough,
You bury yourself deep and low.
I try to do things right each time,
But feel handcuffed by winds that blow.
It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go,
The cold wind steals the warmth I hold.
And once it’s over, I’m back again—
Good for nothing, with nothing to show.
sometimes we look
for validation from strangers,
only to be disillusioned...
When all we have to look for
is the love from within
and speak love and life
into every breath we take--
©200520121935
I'm afraid of dying
But I'm also afraid of living
I'm afraid of getting shot or stabbed
But I'm also afraid of falling of a skateboard or driving over the speed limit
I'm afraid of losing family members
But I'm also afraid of having kids
I'm afraid of drinking too much and throwing up
But I'm also afraid of how I'll look if I don't drink at all
I'm afraid that I might be too conceited and full of myself
But I'm also afraid that I wont fit in and nobody will like me
I'm afraid that I won't fulfil my dreams and aspirations
But I'm also afraid that I will become successful but I still won't be satisfied
I'm afraid that I will find the love of my life but she will be unfaithful to me
But I'm also afraid that i will find the love of my life and i will be unfaithful to her
I'm afraid that when i die I will not be remembered for what I want them to remember me for
But I'm also afraid that when i die no one will remember me at all
The perpendicular motions of a cuckoo clock can be quite exact. Such wisdom in the tick of a hand. Beautiful is the calling cards of an erratically placed dish of seafood. On a pretty tablecloth the many plates sit happily. Like city waves. Tarnish not a fish fork for pots are irrational and can bite spoons. Minuscule are the lemon skins who sit in dark offices composing letters. Whilst the breeze beckons a jay. Welcome then a delightfully dressed spoon shaped torso to a home of opulence. Take not a boring bottle to a gowned hall for many a fish formed is a spawning ground for upper lipped groomed polished classes who chink glasses in order. So when the moon is fat never sit on a swan. It is neither the definition nor the quantity of the words as quantum athletics can be physically and psychilly tiring. Weather not a falling of air then. A serpents kiss. Be still at this time. Undergrowth is unseen. Heaping an essence into a cup of cosmically aligned juices. How remarkable the constricted arias of a stripy snake. Angles are ten. And if one multiplied by one is an attempt at division then multiplying many ants by beetles is countless countries under siege on graphs charts and chartered waters globally. Chit. Chat. Chop. Chopping. Charting. Char. Xx vaporisation of a turd. Hahahaha xx
The time is now such
All must Dutch up.'
In 2023 speak out free.!
Value freedoms prize
Not humanity's demise
There's scum afloat
On a stagnant moat.'
Skim the surface
And ready the boats '
The living room,
Laughter clinging like a warm embrace,
Yet silence wraps us in a shroud.
Faces aglow from screens,
Eyes reflecting curated lives,
Fingers dancing over glass,
As warmth slips through our grasp.
We scroll, searching for connection,
Moments polished and perfect.
But intimacy dims,
Lost in the sterile glow of notifications,
?Voices mere echoes,
Fading like whispers in the night.
Conversations drift like dust,
Words replaced by empty emojis,
Expressions trapped in pixels,
The art of connection fraying,
Seeking validation from strangers,
as our stories gather dust.
That once alive now puts on a veil,
The silence builds, like fog in the night.
A paradox of closeness,
Miles apart, the heart yearning to connect,
Like ships adrift in a sea without an end.
Outside, the world rolls out in grey hues -
The rustle of the leaves in memory afar,
The sun sets unseen,
As we scroll through lives lived online,
Missed the pulse beating inside life,
And the beauty in these mundane things.
The connection was lost,
The warmth of hands replaced with cold glass,
the sum of us drowning in distraction,
While nature whispers our name,
Calling us back to what we've forsaken,
The thrill of unfiltered moments,
Where laughter can dance free,
We find our way back to each other,
Every breath a new discovery,
Each heartbeat a reminder to live,
Reclaim joy in the being,
Whole and alive, rooted in this present time.
Upon the stage of life, fair maidens dance,
Their bodies stage props , they feign romance,
With painted faces, and affected charms,
They play their roles, and bear society's harms.
Forced to conform, to the whims of men,
They wear the mask, and hide their true yen,
Society's rules, they must obey,
And true identities, they must betray.
But underneath the surface, lies a soul,
A flame that flickers, trying to take control,
A spirit that yearns, to break the chains,
And shatter the facade, that society maintains.
The world's expectations, they cannot abide,
Their passions and dreams, they must subside,
In darkness and shadows, they weep and mourn,
Their true selves, forever forlorn.
Oh, fair maidens, let not society's grasp,
Strangle your spirit, and make it gasp,
Rise up, be true, and break the mold,
Your identity, a treasure to behold.
No more pretense, no more disguise,
Unleash the flame, that within you lies,
Embrace your power, let it shine,
And the world shall see, your light divine.
For in the end, it matters not,
What society thinks, or what they taught,
But that you lived, as your truest self,
And in doing so, found true wealth
New Year approaches with anticipation
Days into nights of celebration
Finally wind down without complication
Resolutions somehow last year’s duplication
Goals ambitions same old compilation
Faith restored with rekindled motivation
Determined to outdo forthcoming orchestration
While staying remote of temptation
Predict incomparable year of creation
Maximizing joyful bursts of imagination
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on October 5, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE: Xi sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 8TH
A gifted lover who uses emotions as a bargaining chip.
Tenacious in his grieving of a relationship that had so much potential.
A thick black book what holds the libido of lovers clinged together at a most unholy hour is his collection of conquests.
She would gladly borrow virginity if it meant a commitment on his part.
I've looked into the eyes of a promise I never meant and I can feel it's consequences creeping up as I prepare for the end of this journey.
THOUGHT THAT LOVE
WHEN BLENDED WITH THE SHARING THAT COMES WITH CONJOINTMENT,
WOULD CIRCUMNAVIGATE ALL,
FINDING HOME AT THE BEGINNING..
A TIME WHEN ALL WAS GOOD, HONEST, TRUE~
NOW, THOUGHTS OF LOVE ARE CLOUDY
JADED BY THE THROWS OF LIES AND FEAR COMPOUNDED
SO MUCH SO, THAT THE BEGINNING IS NO LONGER HOME...
EMPTINESS LIVES IN EYES
DISTANCE LIVES IN HEARTS
WORDS STILL GO UNSAID,
BUT NOT UNFELT...
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
HOPEFULLY NOT LOST WITHIN THE SPANSE
OF THESE, AND MANY MORE...THOUGHTS,
You have diluted and poisoned me,
You tried to tell me that I am nothing without you!
I don't need your validation in my life.
You thinking batting your eyes will make me believe.
But your validation of me,
is not worthwhile to my existence.
My validation is priceless and valuable of my own self worth.
Others like you are looking for validation in their own selves.
I'm guessing you will never find that validation of oneself,
Cause you will never find what you are looking for if you tell lies
Your validation of me is not needed,
because it's a reflection on how others feel about you.
I am hard on myself, for your presence lingers,
The weight of your judgment, my heart still remembers.
In your eyes, I sought approval and grace,
Yet I found only doubt, in my every embrace.
With each flaw magnified, I strive for perfection,
Your expectations, a relentless affliction.
But within this struggle, a truth starts to bloom,
The fault lies not in me, but in your own gloom.
For I am more than your standards allow,
A spirit unyielding, finding strength in the now.
In self-love's embrace, I'll break free from your view,
No longer defined by what you think I should do.
I’ve been breathing in the fumes of my existence and expectedness for some time now…
Far too long because this thing I cannot place has had unending hold over me.
I’ve been realizing things lately, and witnessing my own lies…
That I tell myself to feel sane or rather inflict a false state of comfortability.
These realized lies are remnants of learned behaviors and skewed mindsets taught to me and to us.
Said teachings emanate lack of love we collectively feel and so we bleed.
Yet bandaid solutions could never mask our open wounds.
Having lied dormant for years, or fresh needing much tending.
Crying out for touch and care and maybe a piece of validation here and there,
But something is better than nothing right?
Do not show the depths of your scars and sores too much now, you’ll scare away the neighbors
And the people you pass on streets who couldn’t care less but you swear they do.
And don’t laugh too hard there, others may stop and stare, and make false assumptions that you cannot bear.
Extend your manners wherever you may go,
For you’ll be ridiculed and considered rude you let them slip through.
But remember to smile and persist in good spirits,
We can’t have the truth made known that your darkness is hiding and piling the shelves.
Become a bit softer now, all to prove some frightened false version.
Afraid to speak your truth, uncover your eyes.
I wonder where all the love is…
We’ve been normalizing to save away for romance or just our circle of friends.
Can you see the world’s lies?
And those of your own we sometimes can hide behind?
Do they speak in familiar tongue?
Can we silence them?
Will we mend?
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
Equations and inequalities,
algebra makes me feel stupid.
I could have an A in the grade book, but that doesn't mean that I understand.
lost in class, barely turned that in on time.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
So I drift into my own world.
But at least in my world, I'm not alone.
Algebra makes me feel stupid,
it's not my teacher's fault, but my own.
The problem is, I run on academic validation, more so than food or water,
so I sink.
pretend- and make them think
make them think I know what I am doing,
but I am on the brink.
the brink of failure.
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once gifted, now barely scraping by.
once impressive
what makes me impressive?
certainly not my ability to solve complex algebraic expressions.
is it my ability to fake it?
to only raise my hand when I know the answer?
Is it too late?
is it too late to know the answers?
too late to say I don't understand and ask questions?
Algebra makes me feel stupid.
once excelling in school, now regular.