Everyone’s complaining
‘Bout how it’s always raining
And we’re all getting soaked to the skin
Everybody’s whining
How there’s no silver lining
Optimism’s growing kind of thin
Everyone is moaning
You hear the constant groaning
Darn it! Can’t you see how it’s unfair?
We’ve all caught the fever
Become a true believer
Then exhale it out into the air…
Got to be a better way…
Everyone is shaking
With childish bellyaching
Looking for somewhere to place the blame
Everybody’s grumbling
Fumbling and stumbling
No one knows the rules to the game
Everyone’s protesting
But no one is suggesting
Any way to fix all that is wrong
Anybody can see
Equally we’re guilty
Of going with the flow to get along…
Got to be a better way…
Categories:
modern life, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Look at this irony. Stroke of fate
So cruel that I can’t breathe so straight!
Curfew’s cleansed city’s air,
Pollution fairly fair,
Yet, my mask blockades both fresh-air gates!
Locked in house, halfway hung,
I can’t hail city’s lungs,
COVID’s hijacked all life, love or hate.
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Happenings |23.05.2021|
Poet’s note: On account of restricted movements, part curfew, curtailed traffic has improved the quality of city’s air— a blessing in disguise. Yet alas the citizens can’t enjoy this stroke of luck. What an irony!
Categories:
modern life, city, irony,
Form: Limerick
Sirens wail
another day in paradise
rush hour
Categories:
modern life, america, car, irony,
Form: Senryu
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Categories:
modern life, urban,
Form: Epigram
The City Is a Garment
by Michael R. Burch
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,—
the city is a garment stretched so thin
her festive colors bleed into the night,
and everywhere bright seams, unraveling,
cascade their brilliant contents out like coins
on motorways and esplanades; bead cars
come tumbling down long highways; at her groin
a railtrack like a zipper flashes sparks;
her hills are haired with brush like cashmere wool
and from their cleavage winking lights enlarge
and travel, slender fingers ... softly pull
themselves into the semblance of a barge.
When night becomes too chill, she softly dons
great overcoats of warmest-colored dawn.
Originally published by The Lyric
Categories:
modern life, city,
Form: Sonnet
Anti-passion normalization
Soul-braking pressurization
Heartless determination
Bruteforced mortivation
Categories:
modern life, life, society,
Form: I do not know?
Modern life style is more cruel,
It makes people to burn others to make fuel.
Too much things you have to consume,
Doesn't matter how you will suffer from that outcome.
Modern life style makes someone cries,
Selfishness could simply break our family ties.
Everyone of us are suffering from mental illness,
No one knows how they will escape from those sickness.
New brands are making us crazy,
To get those we always kept us busy.
New technologies are getting more priority,
That's why war is obligatory amongst minority and superiority,
They are forcing us to be modern slaves,
They don't care how much we have our personal savings.
We are nothing but guinea pigs,
It seems we were born for crisis.
Whatever, it's time for us,
Should try not to be ridiculous.
Categories:
modern life, anger, anxiety, slavery, society,
Form: Classicism
Modern life is stressful they say
Nothings right or wrong, everything gray
So before you start your day
Get on your knees before God and pray
And as you drive to your daily task
Keep talking to God and wisdom ask
And keep talking to Him from dawn to dusk
Tell Him everything dont be brasque
Rejoice evermore the bible says
Pray pray without ceasing always
give thanks in everything all your days
To God be glory honor and praise
Amen
Categories:
modern life, anxiety, christian, endurance, faith,
Form: Rhyme
Youtube,
Instant gratification generation,
Living your life on a spiders web,
Imperiled, endangered conspiracy theories straight to your head,
Web Cam On,
Snoopers watching you like internet ****,
And you're none the wiser,
Or maybe you are?
Is that why you push yourself so far?
Fad diets,
When people abroad are hungry and starving,
You sit at home with your little shake,
Dreaming of the turkey you could be carving
Juice plus, Fruit Crush, Herbalife you're completely barking.
Facebook,
Living it large living a lie,
Larging it up for drama and likes,
Following celebrities stalking your exes,
When will it stop?
Real life,
There is a wide world outside,
Waiting for you to go out and explore,
Stories waiting just to be told,
Do it now before the moment is gone before you're to old.
Categories:
modern life, internet, life,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Modern life
When goodness grows at snails pace,
When kindness in the life suffers,
And shrewdness keeps winning race,
And cheating and ditch buffers,
When best friends misunderstand,
When a dear one breaks your heart,
And foes closer to heart stand,
And tries to ignore your scar,
Joyous moments come so slow,
Be sure humans are at end,
Miseries in life fast grow,
What progress do you pretend ?
Iambic heptameter ( quatorzain)
Written- August 21st, 2014
Poet- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest- Structured verse- iambic form
By Giorgio A. V.
Categories:
modern life, angst, introspection,
Form: Quatorzain
Double cheeseburger—
Super-size fries— diet Coke.
Is there a question?
Categories:
modern life, irony,
Form: Haiku
DARING TO COMPARE MODERN LIFE TO JOB
If you think it’s disrespect
And to me you do object
Remember each soul has its grief
Being judge is like a thief
How can one soul judge another
One will grieve the loss of mother
One will long for dying child
Neglected sister has gone wild
Each soul bears its crying pain
As ‘neighbors' keepers' we remain
Here to comfort those who suffer
Here to be their earthly buffer
As small children this we learn
but as we age so deftly spurn---
We're called to view each suffering face
And put ourselves in each one’s place.
Categories:
modern life, inspirational, introspection, passion, philosophy,
Form: Couplet
Lie down and rest my friend,
take off thy weary head, pull
on the hand brake of society,
and give the world a chance,
a glorious chance to understand you!
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Categories:
modern life, confusion, depression, peace, philosophy,
Form: Free verse