"adaption" poems
We all have seen
people,
places,
and different situations
that questions
everything we have learned,
believed,
seen,
and heard.
It is up to us whether to
label those things
as mere fallacies,
or to uphold them
as utter truths.
But this isn't always the case.
The process of acceptance
is not always easy.
It involves a lot of self-berating,
self-loathing,
listless moments,
melancholic states,
and finally,
reluctant adaption,
to the current norms,
notion,
and societal views,
that forces us to change
our views,
our versions of truths,
our perception of reality,
and our own self-image.
We must always beware
those situations; let it not
deter you.
For, dear, you are
what you are,
and what you believe;
your conviction,
your truths,
your freedom from
these mind-altering moments,
will not be taken away from you.
Do not let yourself
be washed away
by the waves of
fanaticism.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Sift I will and hold in path of
current's latent aftermath
heart befell, and breath in current
breath could tell, and most confirm it
Depth befell, a host affirmed of what compelled
the most determined
love's to sell and what could earn it
lust and amour, yet shift in focus
love of current, and opened play
could last it til, preferred today
now compulsion packs a passion pact
to back adaption banter tact
intact of what could help me focus
attraction stacked and traction bogus
love don't need to own possession
love just needs to show expression
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
You don't know
As much as you think you know.
Life isn't an episode of FRIENDS.
Six people can't be happy like that
For ten years.
And a small coffee shop
In New York
Can't stay open that long
Anyway.
Les Mis wasn't based
On a Shakespeare play
And you sound like an idiot.
You can't rhyme.
Dr. Seuss is not your favorite poet,
And you're allergic to artificial sweeteners.
And, I kid you not,
You're going to turn 17
To find that your favorite TV show
Is an MTV adaption of "Teen Wolf"
And you won't even be sorry.
You're going to tell your name
To strangers on the internet
And they'll give you a new one.
(And it will be
The best decision of your life)
You never get over Paris.
Or road trips.
Or libraries.
Or oreos.
And on
January 9
Next year
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
Spirit Mouse
Invisible Mouse
Discovering quietness
Your wisdom small
Examines places
Uncovering truth
Underground
Truth uncovering places
Examines small wisdom
Your quietness
Discovering
Mouse invisible
Balancing are details
When we analyze life in
Simple tasks those become harder
And feel overwhelms
Reminding that power is
Tenacious
Is power that reminding overwhelms
Feel and harder become those
Tasks simple in life
Analyze we
When details are balancing
Timid and shy make
Anxieties risen when
Everything falls out of order
Tell the mind to calm down
Observed what's around
Perception
Around what's observed
Down, calm to mind
The tell order of out
Falls everything when
Risen anxieties make shy and timid
Magic of adaption
Resourceful at hand
Originalities are key
Existing in difficult moments
Surviving, thriving, spiritually diving into
Connection
Into diving
Spiritually thriving, surviving
Moments difficult in existing
Key are originalities hand
At resourceful adaption of magic
Alchemist is journey
Your medicine and science
Teaching with logical alliance
Trustworthy is earning and
Proven is nature
Authenticatable
Nature is proven
And earning is trustworthy
Science and medicine
Your journey is
Alchemist
Bold and lively
Resistance to capture
Ruthless to meet needs
Finer details meaning chaos
Lost within walls of
Fundamentals
Of walls
Lost within chaos
Meaning details' finer needs
Meet to ruthless capture
To resistance lively and bold
Careful best are words
Listening and thinking
Consideration for safety
Brings happiness and light
In darkest of holes
Illuminating
Holes of darkness in
Light and happiness
Brings safety for consideration
Thinking and listening
Words are best careful
Spirit our Mouse guide perspectives
Step away dream to attention
Open mysterious doors
Carving escape to
Plan the adventure for
Prosperity
For adventure
The plan to escape
Carving doors mysterious
Open attention to dream away
Step perspectives
Guide Mouse our Spirit
© tHE tERRY tREE
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
Home is more than a pile of bricks,
It's the view from the window
And the walk down the road.
It's houses you pass
It's the people you see
It's the beep of the coffee ***
And the bark of the dog
It's the texture of clay
It's the floor boards that creak
It's the sound of the motors
And the memories of love
It's where you were when you
Learned how to count.
It's the murmur of voices
It's the colors of fall,
It's the mess that you made
It's the time you were proud
It's the thunder and lightening
It's the faces you know
It's the habits you break
And the things that you count on
It's the sound of a word
It's the line in the joke
It's the restaurants and waiters
It's the predictable vote
It's the aisles of the store
It's the pinching of cheeks
It's the hard times, the help
And the vegetable stands
It's the churches and prayer
It's the clock in the square
It's the traffic, the football,
The police and the sun
It's the tick of the clock
And the hum of the pipes
It's the drawer with the spoons,
It's the trick to the tub
It's the stop sign you ignore
It's the trash cans you empty
It's gas in the tank
And playing hide and seek
It's the traditions we cherish
It's the rhythm we find
Home is more than an address
It's more than just family,
It's God and it's time
It's an attitude, an adaption
It's everyday lives
Home isn't where the heart is,
Home is what makes up the heart.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
She was a girl
No one ever chose
For teams or clubs
Dances or dates
She was a girl
No one ever noticed
Sitting in the corner of the room
Always alone
She was a girl
Left outside in the freezing rain
For the longest of times
With no one to hug or hold
She was a girl
That held everything in and let nothing out
It was only her eyes that revealed the story of her pain
Being left out like garbage everyday
She was a girl
Who never spoke
Yet didn’t need words to be heard
One day you will finally notice
-MMM
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
i take a step back into myself as the last golden brown
leaf crumbles into dust upon the delicate caress
of your callused, cracked fingertips.
you will find me once again, breathing down
your neck and into your ear, creating ripples
of chills that freeze down each vertebrae of your spine.
adaption is a process that you can never seem to catch
when the cool spring breezes that once warmed your smile
have given way to the morning dew frozen now into
frost.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Oh, Soul
Where did you go?
I've searched for you everywhere
in good luck tokens.
I've been hoping to find you hidden in a patch of four-leaf clovers
or with the loose change beneath the couch.
I dream of being part of a world
that exists for only always-pretty girls
and their stencil-cutout smiles.
I long for a manic pixie dream life
like the movie adaption of a John Green novel.
Summer road trips and contagious laughter
the sky always a picturesque lavender at sunset.
That world doesn't exist
and I hate myself for wanting it.
I am just a lonely daring teen girl.
But even on those lovely Californian nights,
a manic pixie dream girl that has no movie for a life
cries
tears of naivety.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
this is
a thankyou message to you all
who have accepted me in your community
of poets trying to articulate
what we feel is important
often it's love,
with all its ups and downs
sometimes it's death
or loss of friends and the beloved
sometimes it is political
because one cannot stand aside
when human rights are stepped upon
and hate speech threatens those
who have already lost their homes
their relatives their children
as poets
I believe
we have an obligation
not only to make life
more beautiful with our art
find words in situations
that tend to leave us speechless
but also to speak up in times
when fuzzy rhetoric
spewed forth by demagogues
tries to paint cruelties in friendly colors
and lack of principles as necessary adaption
to current times
the power of the word
not only made our world
it is the only way
to save it
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Unconditioned to channeling the inner parody,
Actualizing the adaption of an animal apt for apathy, actively act in atrophy.
The vessel a fractured vapid faculty,
Of exactly the amount of human trapped in how not to be.
Lock and key, the property you deem your thoughts; a metropolis of atrocities.
Listen, don't listen, push and pull the pensive pistons,
Re-position, your decisions, until you got what you'd envisioned.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC
Walking along the familiar tiles with my head hanging low
Counting every scrape and deformed shape even though I already have the pattern memorized.
I know the drill as if it was tattooed on my heart but the thing you don't know is that a piece of it's missing.
The heart is a muscle and when muscles break down they're repaired or end up replaced.
But this adaption happens only at rest, so tell me how can I be resting when my mind roller coasters wondering when you'll leave next.
They say fathers are to protect and love
But in my magic kingdom the princess and Queen was left without a king.
Just as I was left to grow up on my own for my poor mother lied in bed with ibuprofen running through her elastic blood vessels that transport blood but why can't they transfer happiness and hope, for that's the only medicine she needs in reality.
Walking along the tiles which appear dangerously familiar.
Counting every scrape and deformed shape
With my head holding high
I see him... The one man who was there but never there, the one man who disappeared like a cookie on a plate, the one man who was merely ever there.....but he opened his arms expecting a big welcome to end up disappointed with the one question a 7 year old should never ask.
"Where were you when I needed you"?
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Young darling, you've emerged.
Innocence has abandoned you like a old-time lover.
Sweet girl, the remodeling of your soul is finally in progress.
I know you see it. I could hear your heart banging on the doors to be set free.
Little doll, be afraid.
This world is not what you glimpsed on the magic box.
Development is creeping in like a friendly bandit.
Gentle babe, it's time to add your revolution to history.
For your modification draweth closer.
Youngster, potential is your new spring of encouragement.
Refinement...your vision.
Isolated infant, don't move! Take off your chasity and give it to me now!
Blindly robbed, give me your virtue, open your hands and I'll fill it with the wonder of responsibility.
New time bloomer, welcome.
I honestly feel a great deal of sorrow for you.
You're not alone though. We're all chained to this thing called, change.
Yes change, our old friend, better known as constant.
I know I'm forcing a remodel, but you have no choice in this...we have no choice in this.
Oh my unseasoned meat, I feel it for you. This, this evolutionary transformation.
Enhanced by growth I'll leave you unrecognizable.
Charming child, this inevitable happen is going to kidnap your once free spirit, and lock it in a cage. Never more to be set free.
My sweet joyous juvenile, your obsession with smiles is going to cease. As I slowly decease you urge to run.
The bus is passing, so go stand in the middle.
You'll survive, but only by my tools.
First, trade, then transition, followed by adaption, up next you'll adjust. Add some innovation in there. To conclude your finishing touches will be your revised version.
Good luck, you'll need it. I know I did.
~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
Watching The Girl in pink explain to us the deep history of medieval art and music
While i'm trying to figure out how to replicate their legacy
Staying quiet in my own thoughts
These videos are so dated
But it gives me some chance to be elated
About what and who i can be
These lights turn off just a little too fast
But i'll get used to it
I always do-i'm the learning example of adaption
We have to be a little taller than the uncut grass
And a bit higher than the Hot Balloons
I don't get to see too many of those too often
Those people are brave souls for going inside them and flying
But you should have the want like they do
To reach out and grab the trophy that has your name printed on it
Pink Lady is what they call her
And she seems so happy explaining the exciting portions of this vastly dated time period
You kind of wish more girls had the interests she had
When these videos end
I feel a little more encouragement to be something better than i was yesterday
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
One, willing to change,
experiences many lives
before their mortal shell
ceases to function.
A coward, however,
experiences perhaps one.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger
Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space
A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical
Closer to irrational spirituality
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Maybe with the tears
we shed, the trees will grow;
may the earth as well.
we see what goes up
and down and around. Through
the smoke we can hardly see,
but it's just part
of the ride.
When we're off the ride, the tales
shine with new light.
The world as we know
changes with just one hint
of inspired intuition.
So many songs to hear,
too much knowledge to learn;
outside ourselves, when
we don't even know
inside ourselves.
We see the sky as blue,
the grass as green and
life as grey.
but somewhere else we hope
life is different
in some other way.
With the tears that fall
may the process of
adaption; never let
us stall.
The road we paved
is ugly and fray, but the
future spins and rocks,
into a path that's
wary, winding, and
not negotiable.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 7:01 PM UTC
Everything changes, the growth of your hair, the spiral of your spine, the bend of your knees and the transformation of your soul. Take a risk, take a step, take a leap, face the challenges and embrace the change.
Adaption, shapeshifting, new beginnings, and new eras in life.
Here we embark, together we shake the storm.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 9:22 AM UTC
In the before, before we ever were
We were the primordial
Till our ascendant transitions
Overtook our **** poor positions
On the rearranging food chain
When we changed to five fingered beings
With high octane ape brains
Transcending our vocal limitations
With new sonic imitations
A long lineage lining up
For one improvement then the next
Rising with each step on the DNA stairway
Loosing and gaining, gaining and loosing
Till, organs become vestigial
And even we cannot suss out
Their original purpose
We barely know the steps
To this historic dance
Just taking each adaption
As a matter of chance
Till tired tangents separate
Grow and aggregate
A billion years finds us here
Stewing in fear of
Our own irrelevance
Not knowing that by growing
Such creative brilliance
We have discovered
Our own non-magical miracle
Twigs sprouting leaves
Protein powered trees
Our heritage ascending to the state of
Such a prodigious poetic primate
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
What I want is
enough money
To have what I want
what I want is
A good life
with only small cracks that I can repair
What I want is
a relaxful place to live
Where I'll never have to worry
what I want is
Everyone to be treated equal
so no one has to suffer
All I really want is
Peace.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Sitting here staring into the sun, reminiscing about the days where life felt a little more at ease. About how all is changing, how I have grown into a woman with her own life as I mentally say goodbye to peace of mind.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
what's to replicate?
a feeling I can't forget?
along with trembling thoughts passing through
moments in my blues
with nothing to lose
there's everything to risk
no one beside me on this cruise
no one to take inside of my Louvre
meaning in some coordinates
a place I can't climb out of
adaption to create something in the current situation I'm in
elevating in time
touch the ground in the moment
here like I was before
Like I always will be
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC