I need a cliche like a hole in the head
Hackneyed comments make me wish I was dead
I hang onto sanity by a mere thread
If I hear one more I’ll go off my head.
It would be better to say nothing at all
People’s trite comments never fail to appall
Go on use a cliche if you have the gall
But say one near me and I’ll have your balls.
the best way to revitalize cliches?
that is easy
give the start of them to a classroom of second graders
quiet as as…..
they will never say mouse
they will say wall, window, tree
happy as a….
Lark and clam will not come up.
They will say puppy, balloon, clown
they will do this for free
without pay or candy bar expectations
Tongue Tied in Clichés: A Blessing in Disguise
A blessing in disguise,
a double-edged sword—
a far cry from peace,
yet all in all,
at the drop of a hat
we reach for a ballpark figure,
beat around the bush,
break new ground,
burn the midnight oil.
By the book we cut to the chase,
play devil’s advocate,
fill the void with food for thought,
start from scratch,
then get cold feet.
Give the green light,
go down in flames,
hit the nail on the head,
find ourselves in over our head,
jump on the bandwagon,
keep something at bay,
leave no stone unturned.
Out of our depth,
past the point of no return,
we read between the lines,
take it with a grain of salt,
see only the tip of the iceberg—
until at last we throw in the towel.
This poem is a cliché bonanza, practically begging for an AI checker to throw its hands up in frustration. Have fun AI. ROFLMAO
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Where gentle breezes whisper low,
The stars, like diamonds, dot the night,
As love takes wing in fleeting flight.
The roses blush a crimson hue,
Their petals kissed by morning dew.
A lone bird sings a mournful tune,
Of hearts entwined, then split too soon.
Time’s river flows, a ceaseless stream,
Carrying life’s ephemeral dream.
The shadows dance; the echoes fade,
As twilight wraps the world in shade.
And yet, within this well-worn verse,
A spark of truth may still disperse.
For though these lines may oft be spun,
Each cliché holds its weight for one.
I rest my case
on a house of cards
(that)
hit the nail on the head
(of) the nail in the coffin
(that)
hit the ground running
where the rubber hits the road
(while)
time flies when you’re having fun
in the nick of time
(and)
all’s well that ends well
all is fair in love and war
(let’s not forget that)
the writing’s on the wall
it could be worse
(as)
the light at the end of the tunnel
is a perfect storm after the calm
This is what we should say.
"God bless Negative Normans today,
Bless them on their way."
Far better than catty cliches!
What have been sayin’
It's only Saturday
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Father in the kitchen
Eats his check away
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Don’t you shake and shiver
When the hounds of order bey?
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
God is dead, or in Toms River –
Any dumb excuse to pray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Island people don't get ready
Wherever there's tsunami
They wait until that drawback gets all flushed
But back to your studies
Back to Bloom's Taxonomy
And the camouflage of sophomore girls’ first blush
It’s cartridge, pump and filter
It’s the dose in the ashtray
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
All the post-its in your Rilke
Will not my respect sway
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Your hopeless, guileless, wretched pact of clay
The family-brand is over –
Say whatever you want but not “gay”
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Thinking in cliches is itself a cliche
Honestly. What's the best policy? Honesty?
Don't loose lips sink ships? You follow me?
"Keep your circle small."
"Keep your enemies close."
How much is enough, then, to have them by the ropes?
"Knowledge is power."
"Ignorance is bliss."
How does one choose between THAT or THIS?
Idioms, cliches, metaphors and more. Life's one big contradiction we're all dying to explore.
“Forever and a day” is surely a cliché
It flows so trippingly, by the way,
The older I get the more I realize
Not many phrases left to utilize.
written September 30, 2021
All say avoid cliches
Don't call tears, tears
I search for alternative
All forms of water already used
I give up
I am writing to pen down
my inner most feelings
My thoughts come from within
Why should I change them?
I am not out here to impress others
I will not break my head to win a prize
My happiness is more important than my ego
I will always write in simple clear language
Try to motivate others or leave them with an
afterthought.
Maybe take them on a beautiful journey with me
I will ensure my poems are easily understood by all
Profound thoughts are best expressed in simple words
If message doesn't reach out to readers,
poetry looses its value
Poetry is a art, a joyous, blissful, exhilarating passion
It should not become a means to prove we are the best.
29.09.2021
Why a 'needle' in a haystack
What's it doing there
And 'a stitch in time 'saves nine' ~
If nine more stitches, who cares
And who ever cries over 'spilled milk'
I'm certainly not of that ilk
If 'a penny' saved were a MILLION earned
Then perhaps I'd dress in silk
All I'm saying here, my friends
Is it might be wise to analyze
Why we say, 'Want fries with that'
~ Why risk eating your hat
Deep in thought
I clear my throat
When out pops the frog
Sometimes I'm so nervous
I about pee in my pants
Holy Moses: Here come the ants
Adjusting my bonnet
I feel a sharp needle
Yup, there's the bee
I can't hold back any longer
And much to my chagrin
There go my horses
And when I inspect
My grandfather clock
I find a tic in its tock
But one thing I'll never do
I'll never anger my wife
Because then I'll find out
What it is to live a dog's life
~ Just a little silly musing on
the vagaries of life
(whatever that means)
"Remember the good old days"
before masks and gloves...
"Home is where the heart is"
and those you truly love
A POEM MADE UP OF CLICHES
At Poetry Soup we're admonished
Never to use cliches
They provide us an extensive list
For the error of our ways
But one thing you can rely on
Is people just don't pay heed
Like a dog gnawing a ham bone
Poets write stuff unfitten to read
Over and over again
I traverse the road less traveled
No one understands me
I feel worn to a frazzle
When all is said and done
I'll just wish upon a star
Or perhaps I'll follow the sun
And hope I don't go too far
Since fools rush in
Where angels fear to trod
And people get under my skin
I'll go by the grace of God
When life takes an unexpected twist
And you're plagued by a multitude of sin
Not making money hand over fist
Misery loves company and broken hearts never mend
You have reached the end of your rope
Tired of waiting for your ship to come in
Don't sit around and mope
'Cause you have fences to mend
Curtis Moorman
30 November 2018
Are cucumbers cool
As a general rule?
How fresh is a daisy?
Are loons always crazy?
How snug is a bug
When he’s not in a rug?
How gentle are lambs
If not happy as clams?
How clever’s a fox
That’s as dumb as an ox?
How fit is a fiddle
Not clean as a whistle?
Are doornails most dead,
Or are dodos instead?
Is it drier than toast
To say “deaf as a post”?
Such puzzles befuddle and much mystify
Till suddenly you see they’re as easy as pie!
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