Best Y Poems
Y can't i hate u?
Hate you like iv'e hated myself
Y can't i escape the memories that stain my heart like
fresh blueberries on a crisp white shirt?
Y couldn't you forgive me for my acts of stupidity?
Y wont you save me from my solitude and misery?
Why? Why? Why?
Cant i stop loving you?
Attitude can be nurtured and changed
By you in spite of what has happened in your day
Confident people master it quickly
Despite what they are enduring
Enthusiasm is a side benefit that
Fosters team work positivity and friendship
Give yourself a break if you
Have had a bad day. We all have them.
Inspiring videos, loving people and supportive friends
Jokes, funny TV shows, and hobbies might help.
Kindness to friends is wonderful, but
Loving them is not as important as loving yourself.
Many do not give themselves this important gift.
Naturally you want the best for others and your family
Outrageous as this might sound, you must
Positively become your OWN best friend first.
Quiet yourself and give yourself this all-important gift.
Rusty as you might be, find your strengths.
See yourself in the best light. Encourage yourself.
Treat yourself with the same empathy you
Utilize with others, a good friend, or a cherished neighbor
Vigorously appreciate your talents and gifts.
Wisest of the wise recognize the
‘Xceptional logic of doing this and often.
You will immediately reap the awards.
Zesty excited attitudes encourage others, please encourage you!
the thirst for knowledge
makes one drown in mysteries
the thirst for happiness
makes one drown in miseries
** July 13, 2010---I'm writing this with a half-asleep
brain golly can anyone tell me if this is better --
pretty please? Shucks such a puzzle why I can't
grasp this form?? I need to sleep!! & the wind's
howling outside too!!! Thanks for all who'll give their insights
^_^
U...are the greatest gift from God
Got…to understand it is you that will always make a positive difference
Love...will embrace your soul unconditionally
Yourself...and others like you, are the reason good exists in this world
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
Please, Please, Please proceed to exit left stage,
Or at least make this battle worth my time.
Every word, forming every rhyme,
Tells me that your "thoughts" belong in a cage.
Draw a line down the middle of the page,
Explaining on one side all of your crimes.
Scrub your pallet clean, removing the grime,
To earn all that "COMPLIMENTARY" wage.
Reach around the other side of that line,
Or proceed to make this list in your head.
You should list slams that are as good as mine,
Even if you repeat each word I said.
Really, you should just read the warning signs,
Since your career is just as good as dead.
Old King Troll
Had a very long pole
And a very long pole had he
He called for his wife (she’s his trouble and strife)
And he called for his mistresses three
King Troll sat in the middle … his wife said you’re on the fiddle
This fact King Troll couldn’t deny
All the women took a swipe at him and gave him a black eye!
Alexis challenged me to do a parody of Old King Cole nursery rhyme
10~03~16
Retired sweetness paints
a tiled mosaic of
unpredictable patterns.
Black, brown shapes
spatter the
grey concrete of
an underground kingdom.
The fresh ones burn
pink and seafoam
green against
this steely blue
and yellow lined world.
The stickiness clings
onto shining
out of spectrum,
before becoming
another dot
in dark masses.
Gen Y and Z- one cryptic crowd!
Manage, by text, to Laugh Out Loud!
Not loud enough?! Well, there is more -
Laughing While Rolling On The Floor!
LMBO LMAO – righteously well known,
Intend to flip your tailbone!
Though both take root from the same breed,
The first one, slightly more discreet.
KISS is not a sign of cupid -
It reads: Keep It Simple Stupid!
Now you wish you didn't know,
Too late, they said and told you so!
Already Been Done, not a pun,
Implies, “don’t bother, it’s not fun”.
Friends but With Benefits indeed
Trump "just good friends" for those in need.
If oldies had such helpful cues,
Most friends would end up of no use.
Parents Are Watching - cautions danger,
Worse than an online chat room stranger.
The bitter truth is hard to bear -
They want us out of their hair.
If you see this - FYEO - please do not pry!
That’s Too Much Info For Your Eye.
A Selfie, butt don’t be too sure,
That what you find you will endure.
Gen Y and Z - great savvy crowd!
We Got To Go and Bye 4 Now.
FYI Just So You Know
In Real Life We Love You So!
February 8, 2020
If you find them unusual :)Text acronyms - hilarious novelty of modern linguistics, that we could but cannot live without. Hope you find it both useful and entertaining.
I won’t say I’ve always known
but always, something was wrong
defined by a chromosome
defined by what they put on
to be “me” is alien
that’s if they let “me” be me
they say I’m not who I am
they tell me what to believe
imagine not knowing “you”?
no clothes, these are just costumes
too scared to speak, I stay mute
for hatred has a voice too
---
(Englyn)
Genuine Englyns Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsored by: Beth Evans
June 9th 2020
DISCLAIMER: This is a tongue-in-cheek, sardonic critique
of my own poetry from the perspective of a fictitious non poetry lover. This is not aimed at any of you wonderful Soup poets... please do not be offended!
Tell me who has the time for a poem?
If there's facts to know, I want to know 'em.
You enjoy sounding Ivory Tower-y
But I don't care for words super flowery.
Your analogies and your hyperbole
Like intense gnats annoy me disturbally
I will catch all your facts as you throw 'em
But I just don't have time for your poem.
All astonishing alliterations
Will arouse in me no titillations
Your undue fascination with meter
Is not shared by this philistine reader.
Your iambic pentameter’s boring
And induces in me rhythmic snoring
You may claim it’s Shakespearean rhythm;
But perhaps we should bury it with him!
Your obtuse meta narrative's yet a bore
Please remind again, what's your meta for?
Your insipid attempts to use simile
Are like choking on smoke from my chimile.
Your pursuit of profound allegory
Should be saved for your purple prose story
But as I've said before, I've no time
To be reading your 4-stanza rhyme.
Should you give me a gift of a sonnet
I’ll be scanning for pawn shops to pawn it
Though you say if I tried hard, I'd love it
What I'd love most is if you'd just shove it!
Reading poetry takes too much work
And I'm only a mid-level clerk.
Your quatrains? I suggest you forego 'em
'Cause I just don't have time for your poem.
walk softly in
rest your weary head
and listen...
the same
rhythm
pulse
current
flowing unforced
unguided
unimpeded
uncontrollable river
that is flooding my soul
flows through my veins to your heart
do you hear? the surge
the rush unhurried
the life force that flows at the pace it must go
Hill – lair - y
Gone but not forgotten…
the rancid stench of hope
…..gone rotten.
©4/8/2019
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem Poetry Contest
Michael Wegman - sponsor
Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!
Original Middle English poem:
Ich have y-don al myn youth,
Oftë, ofte, and ofte;
Longe y-loved and yerne y-beden ?
Ful dere it is y-bought!
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I believe that at first
I had a thirst for word
As a child I’d create my own style
And make up words to popular songs
Especially when I wanted to sing along
But did not have the vocabulary at age two
By age six I was full of poetic bliss
But only pounding keys on my toy piano
Shouting made up songs as I’d go
Then on a whim of destiny
I became a victim of rape
But I had no word for it
I truly didn’t know what to say
I didn’t understand at age six
That it was a teen and I was just a kid
I saw blood and thought the cool aide
I drank had simply leaked from me
The pain and shame was like a bad dream
But I did not despair for music was there
Then at age seven ironically
A family member, my father began molesting me
This time after years I did speak
To my sixth grade teacher who intervened
But before I could find a way to tell
I used poetry and journalism to excel
My writing was not really the best
But it saved me non the less
So for me music and poetry
Are at the core of my salvation my peace
Years of fears tears and therapy
I am healed and better for it all
Thanks to God and a teacher
Who inspired me to talk.