I always dressed exactly like my dad.
New fashion never interested me.
No sooner in than it’s gone out of date.
I’ll not spend money on a passing fad.
It’s all a con as far as I can see
And being conned is something that I hate,
Not that I’m a square: I get there in the end.
I have a system that I think is great.
I shop at Oxfam for my clothes you see,
So I still keep up with each fashion trend.
Just five years late
When hurt, disappointment, and trauma knock you down time and time again, you cling to control. You try to control everything from your day down to your breathing. You lose your grip on control.
You try to carry it all because no one can do it as well as you can.
But it’s too heavy.
You’re tired and worn down to the bone.
You need to learn to share the load, but have been burned too many times.
You need to learn to share, even if you’re scared of the fall after the high.
You can’t control everything.
Funky dude is massive
Fav Halloween monster
Fancies life’s lighter side
Feels a need to be loved
Friends are what he wants most
Finds no one to hang with
Freak is what all call him
Are you a gospel music freak?
what I want to leak
here is how it we will speak
gospel music freak
The freak world filled with fuss, that ravage your hope at once, here only to humiliate and judge.
Wanna push in the well of extreme dark night, a well of nowhere, from which no that can pull out,
You alone have to lose or win this worldly fight.
If you're bright and fine, these freaks will be near, And at worst and dark time they will leave you in tears,
But fate that resides inside, could calm the burning fear.
what they might think,doesn't matter,
All it does is- waste time and mind scatter
So, Be yourself and set yourself free, Like the fallen leaf from a deadly tree,
You might be called dumb and fool, If you'll be different and leave this toxic pool, So, dive into the ocean of liberty -a peaceful soul.
He hid his Draconian side from her
She was a Pollyanna, her heart pure
Her family disliked him immediately
His serpent-like qualities most of them could see
He whisked her away, out of town and state.
Chastised and chided her if she was missing or late
She had to give away her family and friends.
No one ever knew when or where her journey ends.
Was that me?
from that introvert freak
timid
confused
always trying to please others
so they will not criticize me
coming out of the shell
was so difficult
but
I managed slowly
by
learning new things every day
counting on small achievements
patting my own back
rewarding herself
taking the remote control
of happiness
in my own hands
gaining confidence bit by bit
no more begging for appreciation
no more copying others
no more fear of rejection
still caring and loving people
Often asking the mirror
was that weak-willed
really me?
a neat freak is compulsive
excessive and obsessed
their day revolves around cleaning
a neat freak has a one-track mind
and will not budge their focus
their one true friend is bleach
a neat freak disinfects all day
intolerant to imperfection
time and effort never a problem
a neat freak will not rest
till every thing's in order
and every surface shines
let's not mince words
a neat freak is maniacal
and a neat freak i am not
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Florid banshees recoiled, neck and hankering sneer.
A succinctly exuberant suggestion when selective.
Came on, fell flat with laconic ornamentation.
A miniature jaunt, interment; glove comparted.
Pin-striped foxtails attuned tune maddening clairvoyants.
Precisely predisposed, wine-flavored latten tobaccos.
A wooden-tipped juxtaposition, stilling waisted.
Bygone midge nonguarded, slunk olive drabbing on bayou.
Thicken handkerchief lightly dabbing brow.
Darkness entrapment, fiat practice gymnastics.
Money management, coinage magnet, honored in mathematics.
Backflipping,
Backtracking,
Backpacking.
Super-Soaker moisture, quickie; quickly, socks on prickly.
Sloped incline, inside Mount Saint Helens' Slip 'n Slide.
I’ve been sitting here so long,
My butts getting numb,
So I jump right up
And stick out my thumb.
He comes rolling down the street,
With the only smell of mention,
The noxious fumes; olfactory tension.
Now I’m not trying to make excuses.
But I Really needed to get to,
Lower Catoosas.
This dude with odiferous outlet
Was a goin’ my way.
If you think that was dumb,
Just listen to this:
It was a super-charged Edsel
With slicks on the rear,
It had the characteristic stench of,
Cheap, stinkin’ beer.
When I jumped in the car
He shot me the Bird,
And laid on me
These immortal words,
“Far in man…
Like what’s going off?”
I was stunned awhile
Had to catch my breath,
He looked at me with
A grin like death.
The smell was real,
The driver was not.
Like a bobble-head doll
On the dash installed.
I regained my feet,
Away from the freak,
“Thanks, but I’d rather walk”.
There once was a man whose thoughts he would speak
Each time the police were called to the freak
Got himself arrested
For what he suggested
Last time he was sent off to Devil's Creek.
Fred, a green martian who's skin has a glow
In his zombie costume, no one would know
Until he tripped and fell down
His costume's now on the ground
His bright green skin lit up like a freak show
I ran toward him with flowing hair
He ran toward me hirsute
With outstretched arms we sought embrace
~ He tripped, I played my flute
Should I be reminded of being a freak
I shall fall onto my knees
And cry before I break
But try before I wake
From this sleep so blinding black
I will look for what I lack
A sense of beauty on my face
The only sight of a disgrace
They see me as a freak
I must have had a leak
I cry and wail all night
Trying not to fight
The feeling of my face in the mirror above my head
It only reflects my weaknesses and nothing comforting
I wonder to myself,
“What do they think of me?”
She is more rigid than an oak tree
Her ways cannot be challenged or improved
No changes can be made in her day or her route
It is easier for sixteen of us to give in than to listen to her pratter
She is the control queen of the world of work as we know it
I suspect she was born to alcoholic parents
The control queens I know have to control EVERYTHING
after they make their escape from their chaotic drunken squallor environment
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.