Overrated Poems - Poems about Overrated

These scars on my wrists that you just don’t see This noose around my neck means nothing to me It’s just the way my life is entrapped by your charm Your centerpiece of loveliness, you see no harm No fears, no care,s don’t worry about me My overrated façade is all you’ll see. Live your life- Live mine too Damn! I hate...

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They call it a race, but it feels more like a circus— tightropes stretched over flames, clowns tripping over their own pride, while I, in my worn sneakers, stroll past their delicate egos. Let them shout. Their speed is a gunshot— all noise, no aim. I’ve got the calm of a bassline, the steady rhythm of knowing that slow doesn’t mean weak. Victory? It’s a cheap bottle...

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Organ-ize it like some sort of sick symphony I suppose though the latter half of my A&P studies suggest otherwise working together in harmony a kind of homeostasis, (it makes me shudder to think of any living space being like that) organ...ized like fossilized something that sets out a course to take place over eons of time that no one small frail human...

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If ratings give meaning, symbolled with stars, Then always keep on your ratings radar. I’m trying to write my best poem by far, Please rate it between a one and five star. Lines as, ‘She brakes me as if I’m a car, While my engine’s roaring like a jaguar!’ What, that’s too simple, need to raise the bar? Ok, how about some...

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From a Happening Bar Staggered into his car And after forty miles Still rich in The Saved’s Smiles, As he foully staggered out… Against huge hopes of a lout Of a crashing incident If not a killing accident… A character people hyped: A wrong name on the lists typed; One needing to stand erect Allowed ‘Star who’d...

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Love is overrated Misunderstood, miscalculated. It is the morning mist, A dew rested on the grass. In the warmth, it ceases to exist. with the heat of the sun, it's gone. Love demands caring, Demands nourishment, The constant attention of 5minus4 senses. Love always dies slow, Suffocating agony, a hard ignore. Love is the cancer of the balls. It's a haunting acoustic of an empty...

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What if telling the truth is going to change the life of a lot of people around you for worse? What if telling the truth is only going to hurt you and others in ways which aren’t physically possible? What if you’re not really afraid of exposing yourself to everyone but just of accepting that you’re...

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You will find structure is overrated Producing humdrum routine most hated Better to seek fun and love And spirit rising above Don’t let those local mores keep you weighted...

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It's not your looks, I like but what you are INSIDE *talking to my fridge* Sometimes I pretend that I’m dying to see if my cat would save me....

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I simply can't survive without love and appreciation Yet I sure can live without romance's overdramatization...

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Whats with all the bull I've been hearing? Whats with all the crap your spouting To each other because of your viewpoints Why you gotta be at each other's throats? If you ask me-All this hate is bull! One argues that he's right The other argues he's wrong They go back and forth Its no longer an argument Its an all out fight! No matter...

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Some people take to Facebook In an effort to create A safe and pleasant habitat Unfriending those who wish debate. But still rile against a college chum Who's not lost their winter weight. We drone on about the weather Far too often before we die. Talking incessantly about our children To those unfortunate to catch our eye. But fail to address substantive issues And I have...

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I am always understated My parents make me frustrated Boys are stupid I am bad at being Cupid I always end up with a jerk Usually when I get my perks I walk around with my sassy perks Then a guy that said holla I'm like ; you got a dolla He's like why? So I can be a balla that's why I need that Dolla I...

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I didn't mean to be hostile My resentment got out of style My anger took the best of me Wish I can tell you that I'm sorry But, sorry is overrated I feel terribly jaded Maybe I should of cooperated and stopped being defiant Now, I regret this difficult, dangerous predicament Bug off, guilt that overflows in me I just...

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Sleep Deprivation over rated, not so deep Until the morning when every cell wants sleep. Anger issues pop up in large amounts, I am so tired. Eyes are blood-shot, body is spent, headache and wired. Sleep deprivation is a real thing, and it's sad when it rears its ugly head. Sometimes all you have to do is go climb on...

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