Best Wrongest Poems
This world I reside in is so TYPICAL,
Pathetic, sad, yet, COMERCAL.
By the thoughts one thinks or the “majority”, they judge an INDIVISUAL!
But let me be among the first to say, it’s not what you READ,
but what you didn’t READ.
It’s not what you HEARD,
But what you didn’t HEAR.
It’s not what you SAW,
but what your didn’t SEE.
It’s not what you TOUCH,
but that which you never FELT.
My poetry is only words, mixed with emotions from SELF.
I’m angry, but I’m not MAD!
I’m hurt, but I’m not SAD!
I do mischief, but I’m not BAD!
I have an earthly father, but I have a heavenly DAD!
I’m happy, but I’m not GLAD!
I’m content, but I’m not SETTLING!
I’m lonely, but I’m not ALONE!
I reside here, but this is not my HOME!
I live life but, life is not my OWN!
I’m a man, but I consider my dad a man, so I’m not GROWN!
I cry, but I don’t WEAP!
I fall, but I do not FAIL!
I am arrogant, but I’m still HUMBLE!
I lie, but I’m not a LIAR!
I love money, but I’m not a money LOVER
I live for now, but I’m not IMPATIENT
I don’t train to box, I’m a BOXER
I don’t learn to fight, I’m a FIGHTER
I don’t wait for things to happen, I do THEM!
I don’t’ wait for someone to loose, I go WIN!
I sin, but I do not go out of my way to be a SINNER!
I have intelligence, but I am not the most INTELLEGENT!
I’m strong, but I am not the STRONGEST!
I do wrong, but I’m not the WRONGEST!
I’m good at majority of the things I pursue, but I am not always the BEST!
This world I reside in is so typical, pathetic, sad, yet very COMMERCAL!
By thoughts one thinks or the “majority” assumes they have the audacity to judge
this INDIVISUAL!
my tears are lined with tragedy
all these lies are killing me
people in fake faces, fill my life of empty spaces
injecion of deadly traces
found in all of the wrongest places
my heart is black from being burned
been paid for wat i earned
falling angels, broken dreams
tears of blood and parting seas
heaven crashing down on me
my heart has holes from which i BLEED
sea of sorrow to which i feed
lacking love in which i need
blackend bones and tounges of greed
things are never as they seem
heavy heart and bursting seams
the sky rains down broken dreams
how can i be so selfless
im burning bridges
I cant help it i feel dead
yeah like 9 inch nails beat into my head
stuff me in a coffin and ill call it a bed
unless u wanna just kill me on a cross instead
burning bridges
..... yeah im burning bridges
thers no turning back
flames rage in the back ground while ur foot hits another sidewalk crack
dont be worried everythng will not be ok
i dont even care and thers nothing but curse words left to say
ur unfaithful
nd i love it
u hurt me so much i scream
but it perfect
and im in tears screaming ur name
because i was a game and just got played
but i NEED IT!!!
ur love is toxic but i BREATH it
and i know that it kills me when your poison fills me
but i cant get enough
im too sick to die
and im too depressed to cry
i dont care enough to lie
and im not even alive enough to sigh
You kill me wen you say good bye and yet wen u do i never feel more alive!
im burning bridges
no matter wat you say
i will not be a part of this game that you play
im sick of this and it ends today
this is like a street with a sign that says one way
thoughts of suicide on this crazy train
my hearts to heavy to lift, you need a crane
stab me in the heart and watch my blood drain
where the picture of my pain is portraid
Kind and loving you were to me,
you cared,
you cherished,
you understood.
For no matter what,
you were always my friend.
I got angry,
so stupidly so,
a temper was lost,
and so was a mind,
things were said,
they shouldn’t have been.
Stupid and mad,
toxic and wrong,
as ever so wrong,
as I could so be.
For all you have done,
for me so sweetly,
I owed you this not,
most certainly not,
for indeed such a fool,
I most certainly was,
to ever regard you as anything but,
a friend of such depth,
so warm and so true,
the wrongest I was,
and ever could be.
Silent like a
pin drop
type....
Happy like a
lottery won
man....but,
sitted in
delima......
Spoken in
many ways
broken in
many days
swollen to so
many phases,
life they
calleth it in
experience,
death i titled
in herent....
Fate and date
are periodic,
many says...
In wit, dated
dooms
historical
names...
I found my
healer, my
story changed
i found my
provider, a
great success
Name..
With many
laws, many
are bound to
fall many
within the
perfect folks
are gigantic
wrong like
ferry, where
is good in
your good?
Every success,
a wrongest
story, every
good act,
sweet words,
modern
slavery
way....
Innocents the
heart of evil
event,
call upon
them, they
sound so
perfect that
you don't
know its
pretence,
where is your
route Sir, you
asked, my
route is rough
with a great
defect. Yet,
he survived
every effect?
Travel in your
mind, yet
you will be
limited
space.....
THE LESSON
We were caught by the neighbourhood tough guys:
Him and me against six of the wrong kids to meet.
In just the wrongest darkest part of the street
Snowballs began to fly. They out-gunned us, and worse,
They shoved ice chunks into each harmless white missile.
Made it armoured and a lot less fissile
Hit your head? Painful. In the eye? Serious damage.
We ran but I could outrun him, and did so, saved my own skin
Sheltered behind door, though instinct told me it was a sin
He was alone to face the onslaught while I hid, coward.
He never said or did anything to punish me, which made me feel bad.
His forgiveness was the best sort I ever had
I was eight years old then, my lesson was easy
Felt so bad that I was never again a coward.
Pity his way of giving the lesson was so hard.
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For Audrey Carey’s contest “To err is human, to forgive divine”
Wait for it, wait for it, get ready, Men
He’ll round us all up and he won’t rest at ten
Synchronise watches, remember the plan
Keep your resolve for as long as you can
The claw is demonic, the wrongest of wrongs
And it will restrain us with stainless steel prongs
But, Men, don’t lose heart, for salvation resides
In the claws biggest failing: The claw has no sides!
He’s moving in now, Men, so show me your grit
And whatever happens, avoid getting bit!
This is it, Men, let’s deal with this chump
So at my command - for your liberty - jump
Here we go, Guys, a word to the wise
Wait til you see the white of his eyes
I don’t wanna see one of you in a hearse
So just as we planned… disperse, disperse!
Leap for your freedom, avoid the man’s wife
And if you hit linen, roll for your life
The fall when it comes will not hurt you at all
But cover your ears for the man’s gonna ball
Remember that when you are on solid ground
Keep going and take steps to never be found
Disperse far and wide and aim for outside
Or seek out a corner in which you can hide
You’re upstanding fellows and I shall not fake it
For I’ll tell you now, some of us will not make it
I made men of you by treating you mean
For only real men can stand proud when they’re green
But when human beings are crawling around
Sit totally still and don’t make a sound
Should they come close you must maintain your hush
We peas are no match for a dustpan and brush
Christmas at its wrongest
Around masquerade-watching men mill,
All of them like church -avoiding Jill
And all over again Christmas they kill;
The venue, a valley that hates every hill,
Shadows of death, dangling its bill
And there the family of Mr Gil
Also Chooses to mill,
As yearly defender of its shameless thrill;
On this day, no half acre to till:
A family spiritually at a standstill
And ever a marketer of its sleeping pill...
At some eatery I’m still studying my bill
And in strides fire-selling Cecil
To equally order a dish and eat his fill
But masks further watch from a window with sill...
Christmas, no doubt , at its wrongest
Masquerade, not Christ, the Guest!