Long Loser Poems
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That is my choice, not yours. You chose to do the damage you did. You chose to use your power over your kid.
Trust is alien to me. Trust someone who was supposed to love unconditionally?
Did it just get too much?
The threats made to lose touch!
The pain and damage you refuse to see.
Pain and damage living inside of me.
‘Get over it’ they say?
It’s in the past now anyway.
Perhaps it’s all just me? Never wanting to be free.
Never wanting to live a normal life?
I must hate myself so much just to survive!
So don’t pretend to own any aspect of me.
You gave me life and that don’t mean Jack sh#t to me.
When my life I was prepared to let go.
This is my life now, this is my home so you know.
The small kitten that starts off so weak.
Can’t see, can’t feed, can’t speak.
Learns the lessons of the truth.
Find care for yourself, look after yourself, no one cares for you.
‘Cos in the end when tomorrow don’t come you’ll still be the loser, the freak, the bum.
The Promise
He wrestles with his demons
on the nights that he can't sleep.
Like shadows through an open door
into his mind they creep.
They start out soft and subtle
he'll close his eyes to hear.
Like echos from his lifetime
they whisper in his ear.
He's heard it all before he says
as he hears it again.
Born a natural loser
there's no way you'll ever win.
He pretends that he can't hear them
that his heart is in control.
But each time it cuts deeper
in the shadows of his soul.
So he claims a promise
from the good book on his shelf.
And swears that he'll help others
if he cannot help himself.
Some nights it gets so heavy
that it knocks him to his knees.
If you listen you can hear his cries
as they're carried in the breeze.
Doing everything he can
tracks of tears etched in his face.
Trying to change the world
while depending on Gods grace.
Not knowing what might lie ahead
be it happiness or sorrow.
Clinging to the promise
that he knows Who holds tomorrow.
Edwin C Hofert
The Space Between Hands
Always left alone in the corner of the room,
Often wondering if something’s missing in the gloom.
Head down, tears falling — can’t stop the flow,
Sobbing in silence, hoping no one will know.
Never reaching the end with someone in stride,
Letting go halfway, with no goodbye implied.
Then surrender comes, with the whisper, “Go ahead?”
But “why?” still circles, stuck in my head.
Never enough — maybe never meant to win,
Always the loser before things begin.
Still, even if it’s dark and uneven ground,
Someone will stay, and their silence is sound —
Not just a dream I made up to be found.
Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women,
and locals claim he was very much the boozer,
but despite all of his vulnerabilities,
there stood a champion the purest of heart.
The good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.
Angelus was abused by his father.
Conflicts arose between the two quite often.
His father saw his son as a family disgrace,
and would not hesitate to use a whip to beat him.
"Why does my father hate me so?
Fathers should love you no matter what.
How can I give my father what he desires,
when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"
Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily,
leaving him in a very confused place to be.
"I love him! I hate him!" Angelus would cry. "I hate him for not loving me."
One evening he was drowning his sorrows.
Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.
The vixen Darla then said running her fingers through his hair,
"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.
I too never knew the love of a father and lived my life as a whore,
searching for the love of my father in the arms of strangers,
who cared less after they had used me once more.
I can only imagine the pain that you suffer.
I never knew my father and perhaps it's just as well,
because seeing you here now with your father, a father who doesn't love you,
is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.
You have two choices before you Angelus my sweet.
End your life now and free yourself from this torment
or spend forever with me and together we'll seek,
a new life of eternal enjoyment.
If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.
Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.
Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.
Let me give you my eternal kiss."
He gazed upon her and thought to himself,
"This one truly must be my salvation."
"I choose you," he said as he closed his eyes,
and so began Angelus's damnation.
She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.
All of his good, all of his soul, all disappear.
Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.
He was the vampire good and evil would fear.
Defuser
I am a truth-teller; I truly don’t know what you are.
I came here in search of peace and you are only seeking war.
We are very different; you and I are so far apart.
You are leading a different life to me;
You are failing to write under a dying light bulb, whilst I am a star.
You have to shout at me because your words are empty;
I whisper a reply that deafens your voice.
Why are you so angry that you are so far beneath me?
You know you are losing and it is not my fault. You made that choice.
Fame and fortune by any means necessary;
If that is your only wish, then do as you will.
I will continue to be right and live free and properly,
As you trap yourself under your counterfeit popularity.
You can keep it;
I have no desire to be left with you at the bottom of that hill.
You are reaching for the stars, but your reputation is not big enough.
Just another name to forget; an optimist without a prayer.
I will become simply amazing without the shrill touch,
Whilst you will remain the same…
A long forgotten nobody, going nowhere.
Friends of the foolish speak no truth;
Take it to heart you arrogant loser.
In the end we will be left asking, who are you?
I will not be asked that question,
Because I will be known as the end of your time in the spotlight;
The moment you fall you will realise,
That I am your defuser.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
For a long time our people lived in Peace
Then the Extremist declared war.. against
The big uncle Sam regime.. now we know
We know how war feels.. blood shed
We know hard words like terrorist
We know of fanatical suicide bombers
We know War is not the absence of peace
We know War is a race for world control
No nation can advance or delay it cause
And in righteousness nations are exalted
And the transgression of sin is folly
We have lost our beloved in a senseless war
A war waged by the enemy of progress
A war in which humanity is the biggest loser
We have lacked tolerance and fair play
And now we are paying dearly for it
Guidance and protection we desire
Guide us and we shall be protected
For out there lies the propagandist..
Mine field peddling lies and half truths
Knowledge is power and its so rare
Lewis K. Nyaga
code 254
Gems of the mind
From the writer of 'A Winner'.
We got us a loser.
A loser..A loser..A loser..Loser..Loser..
My lottery ticket lost today.
My dog 'Duke' had up and died.
I burnt my food on a cooking stove.
Those beans were over fried.
A loser..A loser..A loser..Loser..Loser..
My horse came in last today.
I thought I'd lose my mind.
I tore the rear of my overhauls.
It sort of made me cry.
A loser..A loser..A loser..Loser..Loser..
My baseball team lost today.
I read it in the news.
That's when my girl friend left me.
That's why I drank the booze.
A loser..A loser..A loser..Loser..Loser..
I lost my job at the country club.
Hungover the next day.
I couldn't make it to work on time.
That's why I lost my pay..
A loser..A loser..A loser..Loser..Loser..
Loser-Poetry-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001.2014..
All rights reserved..
Ever been in a Public or Club Toilet
And read the Graffiti on the Wall's
So many Numbers to Ring
Providing such a rich variety of thing's
For a good time and personal pleaure
Finished shook , paused
And thought maybe just maybe after few more Shots and Jaeger Bombs
It would be a bit of a laugh to give
For a good time call Debbie 055
Me Love you long time
But then i thought hold on a second
I am in the Mens Toilet
And if i am not mistaken
Debbie does Dallas
Is probably an alias and metaphor
For # Sad Loser
Probably Confuses
Finds Childish humour funny
Has a Blow-Up Girlfriend
And Lives with his Mother
And writes stupid thing's
To impress his imaginary friends
They said they would do it
And done it they did,
But little they know
They’ve lifted the lid.
The kettle is boiling,
The heat never more,
I’m ready and waiting
To even the score.
Revenge is my hammer,
My words knives to throw,
Those dithering fools
They’ll reap what they sow.
Pelosi’s a patsy,
So devious and mean,
But Schiff’s the real loser,
I’ll make that toad scream.
Impeach me for what,
Merely a ploy,
A political stunt
To maim and destroy.
Little they realize
Those bumbling schemers,
The country’s aware
They’re delusional dreamers.
The Senate’s my tool
To dismantle this thing
And then mark my words,
I’ll make their ears ring.
They meddle with me
At their peril and grief,
Their victory dance
Pathetic and brief.
This 45th President,
So great and so strong,
Will rule yet a while,
For sure four years long.
Dear Jesus,
You are my kinsman Redeemer,
without you, I'd be alone, separated from God,
But now I'm atoned, for you fulfilled the law!
On the cross, just before you died…
You cried, “Tet-el-estai! You cried, “Tet-el-estai”!
You said, “It is finished” Redeeming your kin,
“it is finished”, you paid the debt for my sin!
You marked it all paid in full,
Sin's scarlet is cleaned whiter than wool…oh oh oh Thank you…, thank you Jesus!
Dear Jesus
My hope and advocate
Oh ill never forget the sacrifice you've made
You defend me against the accuser
And you always prevail cause he's a loser
You made this perfectly clear when on the cross you cried, ““Tet-el-estai!
Oh yes, You cried, “Tet-el-estai!
You said, “It is finished” proclaiming that I can go free! “it is finished”, There's no judgement on me!
The enemy is just wasting his breath…For you defeated him and the penalty of death…oh oh oh Thank you…, thank you Jesus!
Dear Jesus,
King of Kings and Lord of Lords!
Oh you are coming with fire in your eyes, and a two edged sword…the battle has already been won…Jesus you are the victorious King, and on the cross your work was done.
And you proclaimed this with your final cry,
“Tet-el-estai! Oh yes, You cried, “Tet-el-estai!
Yes you cried, “it is finished, the battle is over!”
“ It is finished, the enemy is no more!”
Death and hell, Satan, sin and the grave,
are defeated forevermore,My children are saved!
And we cry, with our hands lifted high, “Tet-el-estai!
“Tet-el-estai! , “Tet-el-estai!
Yess we cry, with hands lifted high....“Tet-el-estai!