Long Face facts Poems
Long Face facts Poems. Below are the most popular long Face facts by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Face facts poems by poem length and keyword.
Last year I enrolled in trendy gym
Was enthusiastic about being slim
Have to say I was intimidated
When personal trainer demonstrated.
Spandex-clad my body held in
Mirror torments this fight will win
Parked on a bicycle going nowhere fast
Five minutes later completely downcast.
Rowing machine? yes I'll have a go
This only adds to my tale of woe
Tiny dumbells that small children could lift
Somehow managed to hurt my wrist.
A class where beginners exercise
Think of McDonalds~burger and fries
This torture was expensive I'm in the red
Cannot say I'm worried will soon be dead.
All of my dreams went up in smoke
Their no refund policy dashed any hope
That was an expense could've done without
Force to face facts I'm a total copout.
This or That,
Up in Smoke
Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by:
Edward Ibeh
07/01/2022
You think you're Godzilla
but you're just a Gorilla,
that's what happens when you've got gonorrhea,
my skin colours vanilla
my skills are killa and real
you're run of the mill, a fail
can't you tell you didn't do well,
that Kartel manure smell
of Kountry music don't sell,
a wannabe that wants to be on X Factor
in a field riding a wrecked tractor,
tracks that no mind will capture,
you're no rapper, a can't act actor and no rhyme writer
with poor rhyming from your core
the fact is you naturally bore,
getting done by amateurs
that means s**t for sure and below my stature,
take a step back and see the big picture,
there's no record label coming for your signature,
you should turn around and head for the door
and not turn this battle rap into a war,
snore, pass out snore music,
20 years and there's still no use for it,
your rhymes are insignificant
your average skill's no different
stop thinking you're magnificent
and realise you're just a hunt.
Yet you think you're good,
umm missing a nail or screw
let's face facts your music is poo,
can you not make a beat with flow?
Your music makes me sit in a seat depressed and low
through ignorance your skill's seen no grow,
so excuse my rant but your music is pants,
professional status, you've got no clucking chance.
You're so unlikely to upstage my quickly written
lickety split thermonuclear lit quick wit
with whatever you pick
to pull out your bag of tricks
because I'll make it unstick
quicker than thumbs can click through your music,
making videos in which you go on the phone,
cliche prone, stereotype replica
look at ya forever inferior,
making out you've golden interior,
but Postman Pat out delivers letters
and is better with more under the hat
you've empty space where your brain sat,
writing rubbish, getting fat,
one year in I'm getting published
you skank like a grandad with one wish
you long to be served a contract,
take note of the situation
you've been rhyming for a generation,
and you'll never be a sensation,
just a symbol of humiliation,
........ cus Rosko thinks he's the dogs bollocks,
while the rest of us just think he's bollocks.
That's all bossco, that's all I have to country cartel you.
Over and out, they call me Sue.
"Plumage"
We are the iridescent gems
kicked like rubble
gifts to give
we walk souls
in dead bodies
all colours, plumage to be free
accepted our truth,
is shunned by the better ones
we are viewed obscenities
integrity takes courage
honesty by the beautiful ones
broken down by frowning whispers
bits of us shine
put together again macrami shame
hung around our necks
we are
a puzzle
considered feigned
by the holier than thous
discouraged
we are love that is hidden, pain
Love is Love
Life is Life
inside comes out
eventually
different coloured feathers
freely given flight
brighter than ordinary
what is expected tries
so many times, tears cry
windows open
credence to be seen
uncovered jewels that glisten
soulfully divine
in Divinity’s eyes
Heaven listens
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2021)
“The Village” / Wrabel
https://youtu.be/tilsrO-3gcQ
"Whispering that same prayer
half a million times
It's a lie, though
buried in disciples
One page of the Bible
isn't worth a life
There's something wrong
in the village,
In the village..."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_rights_in_Australia
https://humanrights.gov.au/our-work/education/face-facts-lesbian-gay-bisexual-trans-and-intersex-people
https://www.beyondblue.org.au/who-does-it-affect/lesbian-gay-bi-trans-and-intersex-lgbti-people
https://www.cfr.org/article/changing-landscape-global-lgbtq-rights
https://ilga.org/about-us
LYRICS/ The Village, by Wrabel
https://genius.com/Wrabel-the-village-lyrics
If everyone left, at the same time, right now!
There’d be a sigh of relief, from the whale to the cow.
Buildings would crumble, and towers would fall.
But earth wouldn’t need us, wouldn’t miss us at all.
If we were to vacate, depart, and call it a day.
The rest of the natural world would awake and make hay.
The trains wouldn’t run and buses would stall.
But earth wouldn’t miss us, wouldn’t miss us at all.
With every soul gone, left, and out of the way.
All the pets would survive, roam again free, dogs to stray.
The birds continue to sing, the waters come clear.
Mountains stay tall, and the endangered will cheer!
So, let’s face facts, the world doesn’t need us more.
Don’t kid yourself man, this ball didn’t die without the dinosaur.
Nature will rage and blow, moan and recover.
The world doesn’t need man, we’re not nature's lover.
Prophets of this modern age
Find the Tao on a business page
Seek a broker instead of a sage
Cause you know they make more profits
Three wise men without a clue
Wearing Jerry Garcia ties and three piece suits
Say they don't know just don't give a hoot
Cause you know they make good profits
You won't face facts and you can't look back
Gotcher backs against the Wall
Things are what they are you're a falling star
But your wish is to take us all
A Humpty Dumpty economy
Tweetle Dumb bureaucracy
A nursery rhyme mentality
Once upon a time
Mr. Pennsylvania Avenue
Didn't know what to do
Held his breath til he turned blue
If you're caught only then it's a crime
You won't face facts and you can't look back
Gotcher backs against the Wall
Things are what they are you're a falling star
But your wish is to take us all
All all all all all all all all...
Have bowlers become spicier?
Hitches in batting riches
Cut sl**s shut in a rut
Pitches become dicier?
Chestnut witches strut
Gluts of stitches
And seams dreams
Humdrum Timber
Tantrum doldrums
Back in the hut
What we did see at the WTC
Wood from the tree
No pretence…don’t do defence
Weary..slain in vain again
Don’t be wary..leery of
Scary lairy leather fairies
Won’t refrain..don’t restrain
Might as well go insane
In that Baz Ball vein
Won’t sit on the fence
Face facts..cracks
No axe to the max
No one really scored
Adored stroke smorgasbord horde
Flawed fraud joke ignored
Afraid slayed blade misery
Very merry cherry glee
Ripsnorter slaughter yippee
Choker jokers..the sly Aussies..rib pokers..
Did sledge.. snide..tried to deride and get the edge
Was a helluva a ride
Will always remember the mystery
Markram and Temba’s pride..stopped the slide
Wouldn't be denied..victory and
History finally for the Saffa side..
But most batters rumbled
Humbled as records crumbled
Even helmet on..the memory will linger
Of slip don Smith’s finger
Catches dropping short
Fumbled..fraught..bumbled
On day one and two…bowling onslaught held sway
Each day..14 wickets tumbled
So willow and leather parity
Hilarity…have to be a cruel fool to rule
Was the best test contest of bat against ball
Clarity of batters depravity
Squarely at the end of their tether
Another not too clever feather
Gravity…kowtowed even without cloud
Loud proud African crowd came
Shame the Aussies can’t
Just blame the weather
For losing the game
Folks hide anxieties behind a smile,
hesitant to reveal how they're feeling.
Many are scared, and have been for a while;
global warming has left their heads reeling.
Calling climate change a hoax won't stop it;
glaciers will melt, and the oceans will rise.
We're more frightened than we care to admit,
but today's online world believes in lies.
No one wants to face facts they know are true;
it's easier to pretend that life's great.
But Nature doesn't care what you say or do,
and, like it or not, she'll decide your fate.
Leave your mask in the land of let's pretend,
and face reality: these lies must end.
I fly in sky of fireflies
when crescent
pretty descent
Moon is about to rise.
Sparkling glistening glow warms :
Intermittent
magnificent
warm glow bringing calm charms .
That occurs while in dream.
but at dawn break
as I awake
to face facts, I scream.
Real life is a challenge
Path is rough.
Steps are tough
Too difficult to manage.
I fly in sky of fireflies
being happy
while sleepy,
awaking watching lies.
Sky of fireflies flashing ambition
so bright
at night.
Day break bringing no expectation.
Impatiently she waits; anxious and as usual
begging God to intervene with a phone call,
an invitation, she was unwilling to wait for.
Her prayers were in earnest - full of promises.
God is a good judge, He exposes falsehood
and He said no, a clear no. This is a trap,
You are deceiving yourself;
you are being deceived.
But she longed for true love
and a trusted colleague showed her some.
She knew she lived among imposters
who thrived on fraud and lies.
Refusing to face facts.
she made that phone call herself.
When a too-familiar voice answered,
she dropped the phone in disbelief.
It was an even clearer answer to her prayer
and she moved on.
Reader, be warned by deep scars - deceit.
If you must fight to have your own way,
pause on occasion to consider,
what do I want to know?
December 24, 2012