"atitude" poems
Attitude.
Where does it get you?
It doesn't accomplish more positive,
Then it does negative.
Attitude.
Sure some tries to put a positive spin upon the word.
But it still doesn't get you ahead.
Those that think it does lives in a fantasy world.
Like those that push the reasons others seems cute.
Those they states brings a message to a project.
Atitude.
Doesn't cut into the great things ahead.
Being cocky or arrogant has ended great relationships.
Because those you feel better then.
Most likely better than you.
And they shows no signs of attitude.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
A confinement to the street,
I likened it to a bliss of pain.
Not extended like an overrun episode,
But the anxiety is sleepless,
When yesterday approaches,
I wrap myself in the ignorance,
Homeless, timeless,
It grows and defines,
Coarses through my fundamental
Lapses,
A boy becomes an atitude,
I wish i had these experiences in youthful insurgencies.
Its someday in the week,
I lose the raptured schedules,
To hunger is life.
To thirst is life.
The misled winter wraps itself
On my frozen life.
A faint emergence of time
Resumes,
There in the shadows
I once knew a man,
The visions of him asking to feed
My souless self.
Stretched by insistent graces,
In a road of certain contrasts,
Gentle into the street,
I laugh; the revolving doors,
I cry; what or who i never was,
A certain kind of grace to be
Within the containment,
the poor, the restless,
bleeding my facades,
Shredding the faces I once knew
Destroying my world.
Once I sat upon a throne
Lost in the decimations,
I dont know who I am.
Keep walking.
Telling myself as the night freezes
I will be just fine.
Keep walking
Telling myself in minced
Thoughts as hope flutters against
Nowhere to go.
Keep walking,
The sun rises
And blisters on my feet
Calm the night as the safety
Of day lets me rest.
I will bounce back tomorrow,
And the streets become a ripened spring fruit,
Losing myself
And the art of loss
Is no disaster,
Not unlike losing my keys,
Not unlike losing places,
Not unlike losing names,
Until i reconciled myself
At the fork of the river,
Losing myself is not an art:
The beauty was in finding who I was meant to be.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
Fought against my fears,
Until now that they have become hate,
Pushing back those tears,
I am trying my best to find ways to meet my fate.
Carrying on my shoulders a heavy pile,
I hide my broken spirit behind that smile,
Locked myself away in the room,
My whole world has been feeling gloom.
Seems like the earth and its creatures have won once again,
I will admit that its not atitude,
We are just in diffrent altitudes,
All i can do is pace myself away from your latitude,
There has always been a different maltitude...my "Dear Friend"
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Ah ..Its a mean dream with a vicious atitude
Dont run too fast the sun is beaming on you
Cause that $ aint worth sweating .
Think about that! While fetching.
Cant run forever more when more is not there waiting.
Facades get drawn out to chase be careful.. its a mirage.
If Good life is only good with a piece of paper, nice car n a garage.
Then we aint make it . we're failing .
There are people only here, i mean they are there when paper flowing.
Then they disappear like
hokuspokus .
Gone in the wind
Another day another rewind .
Another day to spit back at the mistakes behind.
Only things left hang on to that last memory.
Dont Dip n dap with just any celery .
Green wise man keeps it kosher
Only when his heart is bowser.
Filled up with consistent care
For the people that are actually here.
Or it will come to a Fin.
With no one that would give.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Tell them, let them to vanish
I mean those cruel vampires
I am referring to them, the crisps,
The evils to our lyrics to perish
Free us, free us from your satanic shores
Let us life, let us be happy but not sores
Let streams flows through our pores
Let our dreams be fulfil at the highest scores
Let those Vampires vanish from our government
From their unruly atitude, where all flaws farment
Where their deathly games begins. Where corruption
wine and wallows within our administration
Refer them to the scribbling scripts of the land
Lay it, Spread it, Open it and read it before them
Even if they resist, Do not desists to grab them
Led them to the truth. Tell them that change, we demand.
What did they wants from us, which they not been
Awarded. When they hoared loudly for votes
We gave them. We paid them through taxes. We have seen
Them brutally burning our fleets of vehicles.
We shall never needs "rocket scientist" to led us
And we don't sense of elegance. Where humours
Hide with hedonic faith. Where they thought we are
Sleeping. Until I task champion to read us "Sleep no more"
From an enigmatic society, where our soul have bee laid
To survive. We shall never slacken our ink. We have paid
Them as servants. How could we surrender our armour
When our only blood vessels were been torn in every hour.
Until then we will never relax to advocate
We can't fold flawless flanges to suffocate
We stand for change. An immediate change
Where we shall all sleep in pleasant peace
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
most oft, the
wherever I write,
is duly noted,
it is a due,
due you,
and hopefully,
the why I scribe,
arrives ‘pon your eyes
with Steuben glass,
of diamond tooled curettage,
a clarifying visual of
beauty,
but always
with fair detailed precision
is the
when
denoted,
for it is the timing
of the mining the specificity,
of the exact momentous,
a precious decision
taken by you,
when to turn words
of a few seconds
of a heart’s unburdening,
with
an inescapable reminder,
of the
thereabouts & the whyabouts
the very verity of a serious
causality
that parented the
casualties
we call
our poems
join me then,
in the processional
of denoting the origins,
linkage contained therein
to the work we
c r e a t e
*•for in the recording of the reckoning•
•exactitude of the longitude•
•and l’atitude is the truest revelation•
•of yourself•*
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
dancei,
os pés descalços roçaram o algodão das nuvens
voei
com minha mente,
ganhei altitude
lembraram-me dos arrepios
ao sentir o macio
de tua pele sob meus dedos
e também dos medos
seguidos de tua saída
pela porta de meu futuro
faltou atitude
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
Tell them, let them to vanish
I mean those cruel vampires
I am referring to them, the crisps,
The evils to our lyrics to perish
Free us, free us from your satanic shores
Let us life, let us be happy but not sores
Let streams flows through our pores
Let our dreams be fulfil at the highest scores
Let those Vampires vanish from our government
From their unruly atitude, where all flaws farment
Where their deathly games begins. Where corruption
wine and wallows within ouradministration
Refer them to the scribbling scripts of the land
Lay it, Spread it, Open it and read it before them
Even if they resist, Do not desists to grab them
Let them to the truth. Tell that change we demand.
What did they wants from us, which they not been
Awarded. When they hoared loudly for votes
We gave them. We paid them through taxes. We have seen
Them brutally burning our fleets of vehicles.
We shall never needs "rocket scientist" to led us
And we don't sense of elegance. Where humours
Hide with hedonic faith. Where they thought we are
Sleeping. Until I task champion to read us "Sleep no more"
From an enigmatic society, where our soul have bee laid
To survive. We shall never slacken our ink. We have paid
Them as servants. How could we surrender our armour
When our only blood vessels were been torn in every hour.
Until then we will never relax to advocate
We can't fold flawless flanges to suffocate
We stand for change. An immediate change
Where we shall all sleep in pleasant peace
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC
Neste dia a minha lamuria tem dois metros,
O meu amor é este fragil ramo.
A minha vida é esta cadeira.
Neste dia ponho-me a cima da vida.
pois o momento de atar a minha lamuria ao meu fragil amor chegou.
Assim tenho um bilhete só de ida
Com esta atitude pontapeio a vida
a minha lamuria estica,
pois ela assim me farta
e a minha ultima esperança é que o meu fragil amor não se parta.
On this day my grief is six feet long,
My love is this fragile branch.
My life is this chair.
On this day I put myself on top of life.
For the moment of tying my whining to my weak love has come.
So I have a one-way ticket
With this attitude I kick life...
my grief stretches,
for she's making me sick of it.
and my last hope is that my fragile love won't break.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC
•T • 'T'houghful Expressions
of Courtesy
•H• 'H'olds a Positive
Impression on People
•A• 'A'ffirms all Acknowledge-
ments
•N• 'N'ever amuses self with
Atitude
•K• 'K'indness is it's
Prestigious Pal
•S• 'S'imply shows the Virtue
of Gratitude.
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC