Blindside Poems | Examples

The Blindside

Kingpins’ suspicions are starting to grow
Reactions are seamless for a reality show
What makes the game stirring is a crazy blindside
But I’ll pledge acceptance with honor and pride

Throwing someone under the bus is not a good idea at all
Silent watchers love betrayal; they are ready to brawl.
They say, “Viewer discretion is advised”
But the content of the truth heavily upsets me; I’m surprised.

The most difficult situations are caught on-cam
Yeah, it’s too hot to handle when emotions are slammed
But when the queen bees know how to play and pretend
The wannabes follow; they also transcend. 

Anyone could show ruthless aggression to this madness
Deep inside is melancholy; There is a beat of sadness
I wish to move forward and let it slide
But everybody wants to see the dead end of the blindside

Blinded By Love

They were in love
Deep Love, flying in the midst
An overwhelming hug
Overlooking the sky
The seasons releasing
A daze, greatly amazed
Reality, surreal
Awaken in disguise
Revised, taking time to analyze
A blindside
Love realized.

Unknown love
Doves, all around
A beautiful carriage ride
Seemingly genuine
A test, far from the best
Everlasting dream
Blinded by love.

Awkward Takes

Somedays I rise not wakeup,
clear the clutter for sake of,
preaching the so-called notion,
and giving scruffiness a remotion,
for what they say and not what I feel,
is true only in the world which is reel.



So afraid to be alone or with a lot of either,
with a bunch of millennials, 
I talk about space and ether,

Kind of person I have always been,
someone like me you must have rarely seen.
All I need is a lineman to protect my blindside,
I'm stuck in a dark tunnel waiting for a high beam.

The Borrowed Future

To observe the happy ignorance divide,
when blindside vanity takes a ride.
The affordable vision without integrity,
overspread trust in God for certainty.
Status quo in brisk and surety,
invested in generations of immortality.
While in those pleasant ideal we talk,
abusing the resources as we walk.
To gain in every art to be tried,
mistaken foolishness with pride.
Witnessing all scruple cares to prove,
to reward the borrowed love.
Propitious heaven and absolute adored,
cooking the golden goose implored.
The prosperous falling with ardent eyes,
to obtain by all means the needed price.
Blind power granted with determined affairs,
jumping boats before the falling shares.
Warnings dispersed on empty air,
economic footprints without repair.
The boundless sky in perfect image,
refined suits handle shifted fault scrimmage.
The comedy as human race preside,
not seeing history as true learning guide.

Gut Punch

Bearing the brunt of betrayal, 
his long-time lady lover leaves him 
for another flame. Surprisingly saying 
"I'm so sorry, Sam, we should start
seeing other people"

Broken by a brutal blindside 
out of nowhere. He couldn't comprehend 
the reason; the shock shook him 
like a loud trembling thunder
shakes someone out in the rain

Suddenly lovelorn, 
he's left wondering why. 
"What did I do to deserve this?"
To add insult to injury, he learns
she left him for his best friend, Bruce.


STRAND CHOICE P,any form,any theme Poetry Contest( Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 03/24/2020

They'Re Always Watching

You can never hide.
Hide your feelings inside.
Inside lies a bunch of lies.
Lies that will never be kept on your blindside. 

You make sure that you’re alone.
Alone is not the truth.
Truth hurts the most.
Most will watch you go poof. 

Insecurity is your best friend.
Friends will leave you at the end.
End of the day is a struggle.
Struggle is easy to attend.

Blindside

It started at the closing
The closing of the door
As soon as I had entered 
It was like I’d lived lives here before
Memories flooded my mind
Of times I knew I hadn’t lived
Stories of the new kind
But I knew how they ended

The apple tree outside
So many happy thoughts
The hill down by the bank side
Where we played until you slipped

I feel a warmth around me
I sense you've been waiting patiently
As I sit here by the fire side
I know you welcome me

But as I try to make my exit
Somehow I can't find my key
The door won't let me get outside
Has the world abandoned me?

I turn to see all your eyes
Your smiles of some strange serenity
That's when it hits me blindside - the punch of reality

I now know that I did die 
and this is where I'm supposed to be!

Do I Still Dream

Do I Still Dream

dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking I've lost
the best years of my life
that I never had

what a waste of time
to cry over time that
has been stolen

but it is my time
and
I soak the time away
in my own tears of
lost unknown could
have been moments

and I push it back
and it pushes up over
my cracked
soul
moving up over my head
inching slowly
seconds by slow second
stretching over my pined shoulders
on its way to crushing my chest
with all my freaked out fears
till I'm caved over in some
out in out mind dance
and tears are raining
all over my feet
that if my chest wasn't in the way!

and I thing
what the hell
I am great
at least in my
could have been dreams

and maybe someday
someone will know
it too

maybe it will someday be you

Beyond

Blame not the sun for daze that fires,
Echo the feel of joy that grows;
Yield that sure pun as wit now sires,
Opt thoughts that heal with jest that shows;
Name your own spice with laughter clear,
Dream upon dream of health each day.
Blindside odd vice with love right here,
Live your fine stream in visual play;
Unfurl fond zest with cheer that floods,
Notice the light where shadows flee;
Dance jazzy fest in surge of blood,
Emerge with sights that come to be;
Rouse up bold writes as love moves flight,
Set sacred cites in waves most bright.




Leon Enriquez
11 April 2017
Singapore

Blindside

A gap of wit can blindside fit:
Dance of pretence speeds crafty kill,
Apt broken bits crash as pain splits;
Roar beyond sense as slander fills,
Keep what's left now in dusty dirt.
Blood and bones string such tragic stains,
Loss feels bereft in sorrow's hurts;
Inbound sharp flings turn rancid pain,
Now tragic lot feeds bitter fall;
Death comes too late when evil strikes,
See sad world rot in caustic gall;
Infringe these gates with nasty bytes,
Deed frees sure tact in morbid spheres,
Endows last act with pungent fear.




Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore

Adrenalin

Don’t get tired
But ride
Spinning never hide
Soul, soar the game blindside

Built equipped like a freight train minimize
Size never be another like me
Dinosaurs extinct can’t stop destiny
Every thing in me released

The beast
Everything in me they’ll see
Grave couldn’t hold science class astronomy
Pass anomaly 

Phase graced Tsunami
Covered grounds  
Beats by the pound humbly
Hold history

Die empty
Taking everything off the shelf
Plenty left
Plenty to give
Gave a sample snippet still popping pills

Feelings passed the emotions test
Bold took over brought out the best
What rest
Time to get it done
Hold back for what when what is pushing out production

Raising arms letting down hammers
Gather note books pen cameras to capture
Moves never recorded before 
Hold down every town wanting more

Score notes sing melodies from heavens door
Pore out painting canvas creative shore
Wave expecting hurricanes covering matters
Been ready
Been gunning down Safari scenes scatter 

Splatter sheets of success
What rest the beast bench pressed the test

Hibernate

March blizzard blindside
Endless creeping stalagmites
Bears late to the feast

Blindside

The gander was an ugly creature
which no one paid no heed
although he loved everybody
no matter shape or creed

the little duckling flapped his wings
and chirped his bright orange beak
people only pointed and laughed
because he couldn't speak

or maybe they weren't listening
to his words, though wise
for that was just a facade
for the victims of his disguise

one day a boy came along
blind as a bat
he couldn't see the ugly
but rather liked his quack

they came to be best of friends
accepting each other with love
to his suprise, the duckling tranformed
into a supreme from far above

he said my child, you are so pure
it brings tears to my eyes
since you saw me how I am
I shall restore your sight

and furthermore, you are so pure
I am no longer without faith
there is still good in humankind
my creation shall be saved

the boy did not yet understand
what he did so blind
one day will come when he is grown
and shall lead us all, through time

Bare Boned ''Beauty''

Encased in corruption white and frail mocking life!

it travels within on our journey in strife, and though

feeling its form with each move that we make we

blindside the presence and statement it makes!we

gaze on the form and connotate to beauty, yet its

end is apparant forbidding indeed! once departed a

shell its inheritance dust, and therewith possesion

derision and lust!

written cirica 1991, for Paula Swansons contest (now i'm out)
of retirement! well sort of.

Effervescence

all of these things that I chase around
that bump and rattle inside of my heart
noises and voices, illusions of choices
soft-coated with a velvet alibi

these things that take root here deep inside
weeds that suffocate the blossoms nearby
fragrant petals falling down one by one
runners choking each with a little white lie

if I can block out the buzz of what is past
that effervescence with all of its fizz
it tickles inside as I drink it down
leaving a gritty reminder on my crystal glass

as the moon works its phases through each of my nights
as a new star glows brightly on my evening horizon
as the blindside of my heart is illuminated
I see how it is supposed to be

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