#unpopular - Hello Poetry

What is it like to BE UNPOPULAR? Just LOOK AROUND, and you will see, Everyone else is BEING NOTICED, but For some reason, OVERLOOK ME!! Am I really that DULL and BORING, Am I that FEROCIOUS TO YOUR SIGHT, Just because I'm FAT and PUDGY, I'm not your FANTASY or your DELIGHT??? Is it REALLY, REALLY that IMPORTANT??? Referring to POPULARITY, Being NOTICED, ADMIRED or ENVIED, and I MEAN THAT FIGURATIVELY!!!! Do you want me to be your ENTOURAGE!! Follow you around and KISS YOUR A**??? Be a PAWN ON YOUR CHESSBOARD, or walk away with DIGNITY AND CLASS!!! SO, WHAT!!!, IF I'M NOT POPULAR, Who's cares, IF I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS, Who gives a hoot, IF NO ONE SEES ME, cos, in the end, I STILL CAN WIN!!!! So, GO ON WITH YOUR POPULARITY!!! Your RICHES, your HAUTIESNESS and CHARITY, Just to make it CLEAR WITH CLARITY!!!, I accept myself: MOST DEFINITELY!!!!!! B.R. Date: 3/1/2025

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Mar 1, 2025

Mar 1, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC

msbellepoetry44

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If I am rich, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness rich; If I am poor, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness poor. If I am popular, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness popular; If I am outcast, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness outcast. If I am famous, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness famous; If I am unknown, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness unknown.

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC

carl-dsouza

Striving In Every Situation

If I am rich, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness rich; If I am poor, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness poor. If I am popular, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness popular; If I am outcast, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness outcast. If I am famous, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness famous; If I am unknown, then I’ll strive for joy and happiness unknown.

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I would rather be unpopular for all the right reasons than popular for all the wrong ones.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC

hagilyforever

I would rather be

I would rather be unpopular for all the right reasons than popular for all the wrong ones.

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I have some pretty unpopular opinions. Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong! Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs. And that's just the beginning... Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger. I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger. Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger! Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it. Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it. I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked. Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact. Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored. Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC

thisissammy

Unpopular Opinions

I have some pretty unpopular opinions. Acts of stringing string cheese have always seemed so wrong! Maybe people say I'm strange because I like some songs. And that's just the beginning... Being human, so many think that microwaves pose danger. I can't imagine why you'd think that radiation's any stranger. Getting some exposure is sure to not endanger! Word for wet: "moist?" I don't exactly hate it. Everyone seems to, though, so I don't bother to debate it. I don't think that sidewalks are dangerous if they're cracked. Right! That's not an opinion, it's a cold hard fact. Definitely, it's a hazard to leave vaccines ignored. Oops, some disagree! Time to give Darwin Awards.

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It's still not ok, but then again, when has it ever been... There's nothing but grey skies I can just about glimpse them through the door As much as I tried I still find it hard Sitting on the lowest stair Watching through the screen door A simple comfort, it always is Watching as the first few drops fall from the sheets of clouds Creating channels across the dirt on the glass Bright, despite everything Bright against the pale white paint Its good to not have to think It can get overwhelming And I'll admit to one thing As much as I'm remiss to static opinion Catching just a glimpse or two of A passing black bird or Something... Just to remind me

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Nov 12, 2017

Nov 12, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC

Boggy

Monday

It's still not ok, but then again, when has it ever been... There's nothing but grey skies I can just about glimpse them through the door As much as I tried I still find it hard Sitting on the lowest stair Watching through the screen door A simple comfort, it always is Watching as the first few drops fall from the sheets of clouds Creating channels across the dirt on the glass Bright, despite everything Bright against the pale white paint Its good to not have to think It can get overwhelming And I'll admit to one thing As much as I'm remiss to static opinion Catching just a glimpse or two of A passing black bird or Something... Just to remind me

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I see them laughing, shimmering, All around her. She is the river, the lithe, gurgling river That everyone plunged into. While I? I am the cold icy drip from the eaves That trickles down one's neck and makes them cringe. I don't mind being unnoticed Being forgotten Being alone I just mind that I mind so much.

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC

jaebird236

Solus

I see them laughing, shimmering, All around her. She is the river, the lithe, gurgling river That everyone plunged into. While I? I am the cold icy drip from the eaves That trickles down one's neck and makes them cringe. I don't mind being unnoticed Being forgotten Being alone I just mind that I mind so much.

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I am of an unpopular opinion that if you have yourself, my dear you are never alone.

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Jun 8, 2017

Jun 8, 2017 at 3:23 PM UTC

Star of Bethlehem is trending but is not liked. Strange!

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Jul 3, 2015

Jul 3, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC

tex-dermott

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Sometimes I think poets are full of **** Because so many of them use beautiful words, When talking about birds. I mean I only notice birds: When they wake me up at nine am on Saturdays Or **** on my dark colored car Or mock my bored-eyed cat Or beg for my sandwich at the beach Honestly when you talk about listening to birds tweeting, I think first of Twitter. And when you talk about birds playing, I think of professional football. And even when you talk about the cool birds, the night birds, I think of a particularly disturbing YouTube video of an owl's head going all the way around. Yeah, I think what you guys like most about birds, Is that they're easy to rhyme with words.

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC

katie-szabo

Un(popular) Opinion

Sometimes I think poets are full of **** Because so many of them use beautiful words, When talking about birds. I mean I only notice birds: When they wake me up at nine am on Saturdays Or **** on my dark colored car Or mock my bored-eyed cat Or beg for my sandwich at the beach Honestly when you talk about listening to birds tweeting, I think first of Twitter. And when you talk about birds playing, I think of professional football. And even when you talk about the cool birds, the night birds, I think of a particularly disturbing YouTube video of an owl's head going all the way around. Yeah, I think what you guys like most about birds, Is that they're easy to rhyme with words.

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This is probably not going to trend You probably won't click that heart down there I'm sure no one will re-post it And not a single person will comment This is an unpopular poem Written by an unpopular poet Using unpopular words Expressing unpopular thoughts I understand no one will want to read this No one will take the time to consider it Not a soul will get what I'm saying And I'm positive nobody will like it I don't think people are put on Earth for a reason I don't think we have any destined significance If we did, where would the beauty be? We'd all be bound for one thing, one destiny Who would want that? Really? That strips away our freedom to choose, I think.. And I'm sure many of you are going to disagree And you're going to fling at me your religious beliefs I just don't think that way; it doesn't make sense to me I don't see the mystical powers you all so desperately believe Or the God you say is here to take care of me I don't understand why this is something you could believe So here you have it An unpopular poem thing Scripted by an unpopular poet, me This is something I'm sure no one will read..

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC

Xyns

An Unpopular Poem

This is probably not going to trend You probably won't click that heart down there I'm sure no one will re-post it And not a single person will comment This is an unpopular poem Written by an unpopular poet Using unpopular words Expressing unpopular thoughts I understand no one will want to read this No one will take the time to consider it Not a soul will get what I'm saying And I'm positive nobody will like it I don't think people are put on Earth for a reason I don't think we have any destined significance If we did, where would the beauty be? We'd all be bound for one thing, one destiny Who would want that? Really? That strips away our freedom to choose, I think.. And I'm sure many of you are going to disagree And you're going to fling at me your religious beliefs I just don't think that way; it doesn't make sense to me I don't see the mystical powers you all so desperately believe Or the God you say is here to take care of me I don't understand why this is something you could believe So here you have it An unpopular poem thing Scripted by an unpopular poet, me This is something I'm sure no one will read..

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How about distribution, Another ******* poem To and About "love," and aspirational *** Lip metaphor: A thick paperback flipped through both covers in a momentary fluttering; I love that sharp sound. Can we break the law a little? The one that we made without words, and no acknowledgement was needed. -So we'll only break a few, The one that keeps our lips apart; our individual pages each being read one sentence at a time, maybe passed around the party to obtain a variety of opinion for the same smooth structures. So needy for an affirmation, you, all of you, all of us. All of Our ******* lovepoems and lovers. Misery a lot- Don't pretend you arent enjoying it, you masochists, writers. About *** Take them off, just take them all off-leave no room to guess, I will not dare aspire toward my fiction. Or else leave them on, and sit here, and lay here, lie here, sleep here, wake here, leave here unviolated by my hands-but keep yourself dressed.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC

abadpenname

A Love Poem,Sarcastic.

How about distribution, Another ******* poem To and About "love," and aspirational *** Lip metaphor: A thick paperback flipped through both covers in a momentary fluttering; I love that sharp sound. Can we break the law a little? The one that we made without words, and no acknowledgement was needed. -So we'll only break a few, The one that keeps our lips apart; our individual pages each being read one sentence at a time, maybe passed around the party to obtain a variety of opinion for the same smooth structures. So needy for an affirmation, you, all of you, all of us. All of Our ******* lovepoems and lovers. Misery a lot- Don't pretend you arent enjoying it, you masochists, writers. About *** Take them off, just take them all off-leave no room to guess, I will not dare aspire toward my fiction. Or else leave them on, and sit here, and lay here, lie here, sleep here, wake here, leave here unviolated by my hands-but keep yourself dressed.

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To be different is to be alone. We live in the folds of Closed doors against open windows We then can hear the treble of A voice against each other United in loneliness Divided in an instant click, a shut off with headphones But I dont hesitate. I stand Even sometimes sit up Think and smile for every word I start to Say Speak Whispering with a force Like a needle ***** to the forehead which is the focus on us all My mind cries then the tears flow Into the heart I then help tear down walls They have built Against the colors, noise and difference Of the world. With an effort of words. I open my eyes They have left again Perharps, to be alone is to be different.

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Sep 13, 2014

Sep 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC

bg-ibanez

A Bouquet of Wallflowers

To be different is to be alone. We live in the folds of Closed doors against open windows We then can hear the treble of A voice against each other United in loneliness Divided in an instant click, a shut off with headphones But I dont hesitate. I stand Even sometimes sit up Think and smile for every word I start to Say Speak Whispering with a force Like a needle ***** to the forehead which is the focus on us all My mind cries then the tears flow Into the heart I then help tear down walls They have built Against the colors, noise and difference Of the world. With an effort of words. I open my eyes They have left again Perharps, to be alone is to be different.

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