#losers
We all lose when we fight
We're all wasted when we **** each other
And when we unnecessarily destroy nature
We become our own enemies
For nothing, we waste our energies
Our youth and our vital resources
For nonsense, we destroy the right
To live, to love, and to enjoy life
It's an error, a mistake, a major gaffe
To want to destroy our fellow human beings
It's serene and divine when the rooster sings
When the remaining feline family follows suit
It is wonderful when one of us wears a nice suit
Instead of wearing the fatigues and carrying heavy guns
Like ants who are shopping for the coming winter season
My brothers and sisters of the world, common sense and reason
Will always prevail. We **** ourselves, every time we fight
Let's carry the torch of peace. In the dark, let's shine the light.
Let's stop acting like sick sore losers
Let's stop this negative trend at once
Let's behave like true and real winners
By loving each other. Let's not lose an ounce
Of our precious blood over stupid wars
We are civilized. We are all humans with powers
Our blood is red, not black, and not white
We all lose when we fight.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:32 AM UTC
Racism is systemic, endemic and ubiquitous
At times, it is elusive, devious, and treacherous
In the long run, it affects negatively the racists
The glaikit jerks and the victims of this disease
Which destroy humanity, the inner peace
Of an individual who finds himself not at ease
Due to some unfair, unsubstantiated opinions
Or negative comments. We must take actions
Positive and decisive actions against racism
Wherever and whenever it shows its ugly head
Racism is the instigator of all evils. Racism is bad
For the present and the future. Like fascism
And corruption, this cancer should have no place
In our society, communities, churches and schools
It is sad to say that the racists and the elusive fools
Occupy high positions with significant importance
In our world, nations, states, administration and in the militaries
The victims of racism do not find it easy or funny to falsely
Accused anybody of unfairness, meanness and cruelties
So the authorities should not nonchalantly look the other way
Hoping that the accusations, charges or complaints will go away
Like the dead dry leaves of the last autumn. Racism is alive
And ignorance is another cancer that we need to eradicate
Through education, wits, and reconciliation. Racism is alive
Ladies, and gentlemen, we need to strangle and decapitate it
Now and forever. Ironically, countless educators, superintendents
Principals, supervisors and officers are members of many clans
Secrete gangs or cults that have devastating effects on the present
And the future. It's fair to say that the racists forget that we're all human
We really need to do more about racism and ignorance
We need to talk about these two evils, these two devils
We need to unite until they're gone, vanished at all levels
And that makes a lot of sense.
Copyright © August 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
There was a Maple Leafs fan
Who knew they played as good as they can
The Maple Leafs cheer
There's always next year
Now. The players can work on their tan
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
WE, THE LOSERS
We, who never win,
who lost all battles.
Failures, forgotten, losers,
lives wasted for nothing.
Those lives that never reached their peak,
fallen into oblivion, without triumphs in life.
Masterpieces of life that were lost,
on the losing side, anonymous, gray.
Lost along the way, masterful,
without a chance to celebrate anything.
So many lives we didn't reach,
and the dust carried everything away,
forgotten failures.
Losers,
that's who we are,
we,
the immense
majority.
NOSTROS, PERDEDORES
Nosotros, los que nunca ganamos,
los que perdimos todas las batallas.
Fracasados, olvidados, perdedores,
vidas que se malograron para nada.
Esas vidas que no llegaron a su cima,
caídos en el olvido, sin triunfos en vida.
Obras maestras de vida que se perdieron,
en el bando perdedor, anónimos, grises.
Perdidos por el camino, magistrales,
sin oportunidad de celebrar nada.
Tantas vidas que no llegamos,
y el polvo se lo llevo todo,
fracasos olvidados.
Perdedores
esos somos,
nosotros,
inmensa
mayoría
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https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/blog/mostrar-poema-784308
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
I noticed that the thumb downers are back
or perhaps, they never did leave
vidictive and shallow, no comment to say
no brains and/or wit, up thier sleeve
No words and no reason
they have no purpose, that I can find
each and all on a negative bend
weak in prose, and in mind
Given the chance, I'd retort
if confrontations were to be set
a poetry battle, against the unarmed
as thumbdowners would be losing....that bet
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
I got a little book,
A LifeLog I've put
All the aggregated data I can collect.
I buy up every market share I can get
And run my little freak simulations
Where I stimulate all of life
Because I'm such a ********* coward
And obsessed with control.
What started small
Now extends to everyone
Without a concern for your privacy,
In ways wholly unconstitutional.
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC
Know that I know
Failure is unstoppable
The situation is never unlosable
Trust me,
I'm already the biggest loser you know
How did I get over here?
Where do I go from there?
I don't know
How deep can shallow go?
That's probably something you should know
Terminal velocity, terminal illness, hospitality's critical
There's only so fast shit'll flow
Don't you worry though
I'll find the lowest low
Thee frequency is what's incredible
Watch me make the possible impossible
The predictable shockingly unpredictable
Knowing is half the battle
A cartoon told me so
Still waiting for it to help slow the fall though
©2024
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
Do the fates know which way it goes?
In many ways fates is a foe
Those ****** goddesses know
They pick the winners
And the losers
And those they hold in limbo
Everything is predestined
In a particular way
To what unfolds day-to-day
Fighting fate will do no good
Because everything turns out as it should
Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Place your bets, you’re just in time
for the game, the fix is in.
What a thrill. Is it a crime to cash in?
The winners do, and that could be you.
You’ll be a witness, as wise guys smoothly step in
- it’s basic greed - and never a sin, as long as they win.
Mr slick ricky, you’ve got to be bold to win gold -
winners never just fold - betting never gets old.
The winners will add your few spare bucks to their *** -
let’s admit, all that you’ve got - isn’t a lot - it won’t fuel a yacht.
Place your bets, you’re in the front row all the time,
don’t be lame, be part of the game, the greasy bigtime.
Jan 26, 2023
Jan 26, 2023 at 12:09 PM UTC
grass, gas, or *** nobody rides for free
cops and robbers and the indian hides for me
my *** ate grass got gas and then shies on me
my horse got sores got shot, and dies on me
all us poor kids didn't mind to be a tribe
eenie meanie mighty moe never helped us hide
tony two tooth's daddy likes to run around
his mom is gonna play too and "hunt him down"
one two buckle in my shoe, toys in the attic
hopscotch buckshot semi-automatic
piggy goes to market this piggy stays home
then, this old man comes rollin home all alone
sorry coach but this year i can't go out
daddy blew out his knee and my shoe had a blow out
richie rich called his stepbrother a snitch
sweet summer hits with a hickory switch
jump back charlie jack you know how we feel
bacon comes from a hog boy not from a meal
hoppa fence it's 50 cents for stolen fruit
poppa top drop no deposit no returns pollute
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:39 AM UTC
I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter
What is this competition
That I did not sign up for?
I don't want to win
I want to live
In a world where winning doesn't matter
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
Far across the water sits a little Chinese man,
who has his own ideas of life's most desired plan.
On the other side of the ocean is yet another guy,
whose plan doesn't agree with a Chinese minds eye.
Petty is their game but they just don't see it so,
and so they push each other in a destructive to and fro'.
Two school boys being bullies is the policy that they choose,
Both belligerent and stubborn, both determined not to lose.
Surely they must see that the other guy wont ever give in.
Preferring total destruction over allowing the other guy to "win".
They cant see that neither side will ever accept to give,
Both intent to destroy it all than allow us all to live.
All can see it coming but no one dares make a sound,
until the mark of mankind's passing is just craters in the ground.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
my life is like a stopwatch
just tallying up the time
i choose the downward spiral
over that vertical climb
i tried to go the mile
to keep up with my kind
i lasted just a while
then i fell behind
when my descent is final
who knows what i might find
maybe the top is topnotch
but the bottom is all mine
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
We don't all have a choice
A selective voice
Some get what they get
No being upset
They are the losers
Others are choosers
They pay to play
And have it their way
They will always win
With another spin
We all have to learn
That an extra turn
Will put you on top
No matter how much
You want the ball to stop
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
They be cruisin the streets
in cars, and in trucks
down on their morals
just people, who ****
Don't pity the pirates
of packages lost
ya porch not inviolate
they don't care the cost
Setting up scams
disposing their loot
your doorbell may catch em
too bad it can't shoot
The pictures and clips
the internet boasts
they're just holiday pirates
not spirits or
ghosts
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Cain killed Abel, for Abel was favoured.
Losers need losers, for then nobody wins.
Rather a robber be king, and all be robbed.
The mark, a small price to despise the favoured.
Why Trump? Because **** you! That’s why.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
I began this evening wordily armed
rhythm and rhyme controlled
but as I've passed one moment too the next
what once was hot
now cold
Lost the ground
no way profound
tumbling from my mind
not published and/or a sound
nothing remembered and/or
signed
History written upon the page
winner's words deep, unsound
passed too another age
the loser's underground
nothing left, but rage
The books remember only
words champion's have said
not all the lines or phrases lost
from thoughts and prose
given up
for dead
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
Hey Karma
I thought we had
some thing special
Sharing more than
Just languages
Then commutation
Stopped
I check your profile
And you are
Nothing more than
Male *****
A concubine
To others
I love you unbearably
Though
I hate you unbearably.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC