Bland Poems - Poems about Bland

A Bland Question

Every eve, you ask me
How was your day?
As if you care, as if you know
As if you have something to say

Every eve, I answer too
It was fine, nothing new
As if I mean it, as if I feel it
As if I really have nothing to do

Every eve, we repeat this
A ritual, a habit, a routine
As if

Bland Sunday

A bland Sunday
Today, on an otherwise boring Sunday, I drove to the place on earth where I was truly happy 
It is a place along the coat that has mild rainfall in winters in summers a mild breeze keeps the place cool 
My job when I lived in Paradise was to make wooden clogs, with

Trump Boring and Bland

Trump boring and bland
even though we did demand
will not take the stand

I Feel Bland Next To You

Gorgeous red haired beauty in the colorful peacock dress.
How dare you wear your shiny perky loveliness to my party.
You have trumped all of us.
Our frocks look dowdy and sad now.
We look like yesterday’s tissues.

I feel bland next to your bonfire orange hair.
I feel dowdy and ugly now.
Where did you get those earrings?
They dazzle my eyes

Beige

Are you beige?
Do you speak with the rest?
words with no validity,
just like froth in the wind.
Do you copy and try to emulate your neighbour
to prove and justify who you are,
by getting a big car .
Do you dislike individuality?
those who wear outlandish clothes,
who think ,to you,crazy thoughts,
Are your opinions always the right ones?
and everyone else is

Bland

It feels like defeat
Built up, to let down
A dream is complete
But, joy wasn’t found

My senses disperse 
I become colorblind
Not what I rehearsed
Before, in my mind

I pray and conspire
I cling to the hope
I tend to the fire
But only get smoke

The waves are on mute
The salt fails to burn 
Disappointment, acute
It pains to discern

It’s tragic, to see
Expectations

Bland

invisible bars
around your lacklustre heart
the colour of you

© Harry J Horsman  2018

Back To Bland Stew

I joined the graduation of a stupid situation
where everyone bar one was quite a grinner.
We put on our jester hat to knock one fella’ flat;
which didn’t mean that we turned out a winner.

He was different you see, so was picked on endlessly
to become the butt of every joke we knew,
now I have a constant nightmare,

The Bland Flute

the golden morning 
in the green shirts the plants laugh
the bland flute seeks hues


March 22, 2018

Bland Move

M-ake no bland move, 
Y-ou have to show emotion; 
R-efrain from exhibiting no concern, 
A-ct with exciting motion.

H-ave to evade bland move, 
O-r uninteresting walk; 
L-et not your gesture be boring, 
L-et not clarity leave your talk.
O-n the twenty-first of September, let your performance prove; 
N-ever allow your life to conduct a bland move.

A Bland Repository

dreary eyed, musky languor- tassels tight
a loose walk paraded by looser convictions
an acquaintance of that sad, lowly height
that alluded odysseys and several hymns

open window, surely dries out the stink
encroached in the room shadows and fleas
the zeitgeist of this area; to even think
flowers and dewdrops burly trees; to seize
the thought, it lingers, but only so little
too

Attempted Reconstruction of Basic Bland Blue

i started a joke that i would like for you to finish
maybe then i could see that smile of yours again
it used to always make my problems fade away....even if for a little while
life's merciless stratagem has chewed you up and spit you out
the unorthodox maneuvers and sneaky foreign objects have left you battered and

Free Cee a Bland Old Flag

A BLAND OLD FLAG

August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing

I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so

Free Cee a Bland Old Flag

A BLAND OLD FLAG

August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bear
When suddenly the miss went missing

I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so

Free Cee a Bland Old Flag

A BLAND OLD FLAG

August was the eleventh month of a torrid affair
In September me and the miss were kissing
The end of September was difficult to bare
When suddenly the miss went missing

I believed every promise and every vow
The hope that bespoke of a future grand
But then was then and now is now
And now beauty seems so

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