Short No Comment Poems
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I read your piece with
an open mind, it left me
mystified with more
questions on your reasoning
no offense, no comment...
Growth from adversity
Based on who's reality
Just once would it pass by
Worn from life trial am I
Provide just a little peace
God grant sweet release
Form:
*No Complain*
Life is not fair, get used to it
It'll go on, no comment, you'll fit
See our parents live, how they stick
Here's the world of illusion, only commit.
Busaba Patanawiroj
14.9.2010
Form:
Confession to make
I wonder what.
I know one sin
that i begot.
Read a poem
no comment left.
It wasn't good
I couldn't lie.
Better to say nothing
than make someone cry.
So I am sorry
for this sin
But to be honest
I will do it again
White walls are bland,
Generic coloring without style.
They have no dash or daring do,
People plaster them with posters and pictures.
White walls garner no comment,
Except when they have flaws.
Is that why nice guys finish last?
we've all heard
no pun intended
if a tree falls
in the woods
with no one
around
to hear it
does it
make a
sound
now
close
your eyes
after reading
a submitted poem
and no comment
is made has it
truly been
read or
is it
dead
Form:
Same inflection in his voice
both when he said
"no comment, please"
and
"have a nice day."
So I won't comment
on good or bad.
But, I must ask.
For some there exists
No home in the light
And
No home in the shadows.
Where should they reside?
The grave?
To get to this degree
I worked harder don’t you agree
Young enthusiastic and free
Ill surely blossom on the family tree
The motto is keep moving forward
So don’t surround yourself with a coward
At the moment I have no comment
About my opponent
I rather ignore them and be prominent
Form:
Comment!
No Comment!
What to Do?
Is There a Rule?
Some poets never comment
back to you.
So why comment to them?
Advice needed.
Poet lost in comment land.
* with a special thank you, to
all of you, who have done so,
with grace and friendship.
July 30, 2019
11:3pm PST
don't talk,
you'll spoil it—
this version of me
I've been trying
to see as you—
don't say anything,
let's enjoy
our basic witch status,
excel in the practice
of angles—
let's remain
unsolvable
assistants in the craft.
sleights of hand,
close-up magic, all of it—
disappears
without
audience
participation.
Double parked
in a no-comment zone
A writer sat quiet
unheard and alone
Idling vacant
the needle on E
Silence impended
no crossing of T’s
Given to vagrancy
nothing else left
Sounds in the distance
begone and bereft
A Muse but a figment
of something not heard
His vacuous instant
—devoid of the word
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
When Donald Trump rants
or a drunk pulls down his wet pants
Mike Pompeo runs his detention camps
in Gods name of course
When the Fox
Is wiser than the hen
One day Freddie
will boil in mercury
never to come back
from the dead
Queens will have their say
Pushing the bully over to the quay
When arrogance yells high on the hilltops
NO COMMENT
Time moves on and I say nothing,
The words frozen on my lips,
Burning in my heart.
Only being able to take small sips,
I wait for the right moment,
To tell you we have fallen apart.
But there is no comment,
I leave in silence,
Knowing there will be no violence.
Slamming the door shut,
Feeling nauseous in my gut,
Crying the last tear,
Dreading of all the last fear.
I promise myself
shall try to read level best
I missed earlier
all poets' treasure
storing building day by day
God's blessing upon
Requesting note:- Please no comment. Just read
Master your temper, don’t speak what is false
Open your eyes and help fix others wounds
Try to do be nice, and never be angry
Hope can be found, no matter your problem
Every confidence is a secret
Remember, efforts are never nothing
Sometimes memories are better not filmed
An expert always feels out of their depth
In life, the best comment is no comment
Do not forget- life is best lived, not dreamt
My dog is as laid back as Bob Marley.
I smiled at the thought.
He dresses like him too, the old hippie said.
I had to meet him now!
He is a giver, the old timer admitted.
And a singer – a howler, but on key.
I had no comment.
Not understanding this but wanting to.
His wife ushered me in.
He’s crazy about that dog, she told me.
The dog was dressed in his Bob Marley costume.
I got a photo with him, for I could not resist.
A never-ending story
The untold is about to reveal
Now it turns out to saga
Everything seems to be unclear
Though truth does unfold
Many tend to disagree
They keep on telling you
To believe what’s not meant to be
To trust injustice
To disapprove the truth
But don’t fool yourself
If you don’t know the root
Stop telling conspicuous lies
You don’t know the real score
If you wish not to burn yourself
Don’t let your spirit sore
eyes wide earth at my feet
standing there I cough
while tugging at a loose
string I approach the foyer
dazzled by grit lock surprises
cautiously I sneeze waving
all rights to a fresh handkerchief
silence abodes as the rough
dragging sound of two large pumps
stuffed in a crowded elevator
one word expressed repeatedly
morning morning morning
my thoughts were posh
and rather timid as a voice
announced hey Hank
this will be my stop
I read your glowing comment
My work was ‘the best poem you’d ever read’!
I had a huge grin upon my face and a swelling in my head
I proudly told my hubby and then he said to me
“Jan, I’ve read that comment on loads of poem -
it means diddly-squat … can’t you see”
I’d rather have one genuine comment
Than one that is for the masses
So if this poem gets any unique praise
I will get myself some new reading glasses
09-24-17
I lift your hands and place them on the neck of the guitar
My left hand covers yours, I gently help it form the barre
I don't press hard, just firm enough to make each string ring clear
You're playing, I'm just guiding, you drive, I just help steer
Here let me help your right hand play a simple melody
May I place my hand on yours? Ready? 1-2-3...
Our fingers sync, next thing you know we're playing two as one
I place a kiss behind your ear, I think this lesson's done
A lizard from somewhere landed on a plate.
Having his head in a kale salad was a terrible fate.
The remains were back in the kitchen all the while.
How did the preparer miss spotting the reptile?
This is not what the average dining customer would want.
It happened at lunch at a Manhattan restaurant.
The woman got a refund for the salad after the event.
The owner of the establishment simply stated: “No comment”.
From a news story found on aol.com
I tried to cook my husband’s string beans
But they came out wrong.
My kitchen skills are rather weak
While his, of course, are strong.
I used the pan he favors
And the oil was sesame.
I added almonds, just to
Jazz it up by a degree.
My friends are diplomatic,
Maybe almost to a fault.
They ate them with no comment
On the fact they needed salt.
Tonight my husband made some
And they taste just like they ought
So I realized my attempt was even
Worse than I had thought!