Come Off Poems | Examples

Strapped

strapped to a chair while wires
pierced my skin, tested my knowledge 
Will this ever end? Come forth not 
My tongue tells all lies, as it splits
down the middle towards your
demise.


My eyes turned black my skin crawling 
With fear,  as my speech comes out
I feel endless fear. strap me down as
The room shakes, come forth as my
Shackles come off I'm going to my
happy place.

The Mirror

As a youngster
I used to pull faces – 
‘just because’ – 
and practiced it in front of the mirror.
This morning the mirror took revenge.

At the rebellious age of thirteen,
I sneaked eyeliner past my mother;
squinting for ages in front of the mirror
to get a fine line in equal lengths.
Now I squint to put in my contacts lenses. 

I practiced how to say ‘No’
in front of the bathroom mirror – 
just in case the ‘wrong’ guy
should propose to me.
The fly marks on the mirror don’t come off.

I inherited the cracked mirror
on the bathroom cabinet
when I moved into my flat
after the divorce.
I own seven years bad luck - one more year to go.

My eyes change colour
depending on my mood:
it is deep azure when I’m happy,
but grass green when I’ve been crying.
The mirror tells me my eyes are jade green.

I grabbed a towel 
to clear the steam off the mirror
from the refreshing shower 
after my gym session this morning.
I would not do that again in a hurry.

It is my birthday today
and I need to spruce up a bit
for the occasion
as the children will be here soon.
My mother looked out at me from the mirror.

I Lost My Body

If I could go back in time,
I’d go back to when I believed in soulmates
the way I believe the stars in the night sky
guide us to a predetermined destiny.

Poorly illuminated by the moon,
leaving you to seek yourself intentionally.

Well, 
I’ve learned you can throw away fate
when you make an extremist choice,
deviating against that destiny.

Like salmon in the springtime,
we kill ourselves only to respawn,
and reinvent new regret
in search of things we think we need
but already possess.

Now, 
I don’t mean to come off as nihilistic or depressed,
but I’m slowly starting to stop believing in prepackaged outcomes,
and have come to the conclusion
that only children believe in soulmates.

At least I did when I was a kid.

Now I know for certain,
love only exists when it’s convenient,
and the stars, more often than not,
pick favorites.

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The world now is overflowing with filters,
fast five stars, and a multitude of clickbait.
Society has become an abstract definition,
devoid of any type of civilized boundaries. 
I want the honesty of naked conversation
and the ability to discover truth for myself. 

We have a license to be phony. 
Go on I dare you, take off that mask. 

Mugwump mentality is an easy out,
opinions that flex with every audience.
How to research with contaminated tools,
the sixty four thousand dollar question.
It’s getting so bleak sadness is hot,
how can I relate when I honestly don’t. 
Pushed aside because I’m not drowning.
Yes, I do have an air of confidence. 

We have a license to be phony. 
Go on I dare you, take off that mask.

I won’t play the victim when I’m not, 
nor wave a flag I don’t fully understand. 
Authenticity is the only brand for me,
whether I am the black sheep or hyped
by that brand new trick up my sleeve. 
All the make up will come off in the wash. 

We have a license to get phony. 
Go on I dare you, take off that mask.

My life

My life is my life
It’s not yours so I can’t do what you want me to do 
I have to live for me and live my dreams
Who knows when I’ll take my last breath?
I want my life to be full of dreams and success 
I might come off mean but I’m doing the best I can
I can’t allow anyone to change the route I have for myself
Life can be hard and sometimes people make it harder
I have to find a way to work smarter
You think they love you but then they eventually show they only wanted to use you
They never cared about you 
I’m always going to make myself my number one priority 
These men don’t love me
My life is my life
I’m going to be alright
I make the decisions for myself because all I got is myself

The Struggle for America's Soul

    The struggle for America’s soul
        now almost 250 years old

    Shoulder-to-shoulder at her border
        freedom contends with law’n’order

    From ‘Give me liberty or give me death’
        to defenders of slavery’s last breath

    From ‘In order to form a perfect union’
        to ‘The buck stops here’ of Harry Truman

    From Chicago’s Haymarket Massacre in 1886
        to the violence of this century’s politics

    Tempers flare, the gloves come off, and ~ no surprise
        ~ Our unsure Republic’s been Monarchized

A Standoff

More than a few drops of disdain,
tangled up hair clogging the drain.
Getting heated I cannot abstain
that is my bane, that is my bane. 

This one little thing set me off,
the pipes and I in a standoff. 
That old tub can come off tough,
a sluggish cough, a sluggish cough.

sliver of silver

she had attempted to colour in outside of the box
now the silver lining dangled from a broken necklace
suffocated her aspirations oozed discontent and sorrow
	
the shine had come off and no amount of polish would
erase smudges and impurity nor restore a once lucid soul
reflections tore at her heart and strangled in darkness

precious metal now a neck tie of craving for balance
reprieve from discomfort aberrations and delusions
pendant to be relieved from reversed penchant of life

at first she assigned emotions to one crazy error of judgement
distortion of passion disillusionment or mere false appraisal
yet resentments turned on herself in anger insecurity and fear

her whole mindset had been poisoned inflamed to the core
only complete reconstruction of Self would yield any success
which is when she decided to stop running away to face the truth

bloody words

I like the taste of my own blood
I smile as it coats the roof of my mouth
bit my tongue
my words are rung
why do I always say the wrong thing?
through my veins
anxiety reins
I must appear tame
for people cannot know the truth
if I speak I will come off lame
I only have myself to blame
so I bite my tongue

Carnal Scent Rondelet

Flowers and sex,
they bloom with natural instinct;
Flowers and sex,
pops of passion come off complex;
Perfume delicately distinct
with carnal scent forever inked;
Flowers and sex.

Sunny Day Rituals

Filled with sunny day rituals,
we are a sampling of the craft;
The bourgeoisie will call us fools,
filled with sunny day rituals;
Magical keys and safety tools,
duplicitous sides come off daft;
Filled with sunny day rituals,
we are a sampling of the craft.

cook and the cockroach

Cockroach germs come off their feet
Walking on used dishes with left over sweet
Cook goes after the bug with a yellow broom
Cockroach runs rapidly out of the kitchen room

Cook thinks everything will now be okay
Not knowing the roach laid forty eggs that day
in the cupboard under the kitchen sink
the eggs are cozy, sort of in the pink.

Common Vocabulary

I could use common vocabulary,
but to be honest I never liked it;
The dictionary or the library,
a scavenger hunt I’ll gladly commit;

Buried within a myriad of books,
or a placement on some forgotten list;
Oh, the poetry that a word unhooks!
Without that piece it’s so easily missed;

Recalibrating an old phrase with flare,
rearranged letters liven up the line;
Describing the vision that pen laid bare,
synonyms and a timeless theme combine;

I could say it the way the others do
but it would come off as only half-true.

Still Holding My Own

"Somethings become part of our existence, never dispensing them however old or cracked they are...! May not be out of any special fondness or attachment, but simply so, defying all rationale."- By Poet

The syllable count-10, 7, 7, 10 is followed in all the three limericks.

I owned my house many many years back.
Changed my furniture, even kitchen rack.
But there is a rusted sink. 10, 
It is tilted at the brink
Fear if it will come off the hinge and crack

Now my sink looks a worn out contraption.
My wife's upset, has a hot reaction.
All its former glamor, gone.
In my wife's eyes, it's a thorn.
Still hold it to my strange satisfaction!

Though a washbasin, looks a urinal.
Water keeps flowing as through a canal.
In lower pipe, there's a kink.
Anytime my sink may sink.
Why I keep it, I have no rationale!

Life of Dogs

Coffee cake and ice cream:
    great way to start your day.
Coffee, cake, and ice cream:
    an even better way.

A comma for some coffee
    and icing on your cake -
A punctuated morning
    with dogs whose collars shake.

I would have much preferred if
    the dogs had slept past four.
Six would have been luxurious;
    it’s hard to ask for more.

But four just frankly frustrates;
    it seems a tad unfair.
For they will lie and sleep all day
    without the slightest care.

Meanwhile, I will be crashing,
    come off that sugar high.
The struggle’s real to stay awake;
    I may not even try.

Such is the life of dogs,
    retired people too.
With coffee, cake, and ice cream
    we’ll somehow make it through.

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