"competes" poems
Why do I feel numb
Watching the world
Listless in sight
Because I only see it in black and white
Colors are washed out of my eyes
And every light in me has died
All I see are smiles as frowns
Because I only see them upside down
Love songs don’t have any meaning
For a person who is trapped in their mind
Love can attempt to come my way
And I will just glance and walk away
Storm clouds cries and fills the ocean
But my salty tears competes with emotion
Filling the ocean ten times till tomorrow
That the ocean will be overwhelmed with sorrow
In the end,
I try a superficial smile
And try to fool myself for awhile
But as much as I try
There is nothing left inside
Because everything in me
Can’t seem to come alive
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
To hear the priceless sounds,
No medicine competes.
In the rhythms, I am bound
In success or in defeat.
through the tolling of the time-
With those quickening beats,
The sound invokes with clever rhyme
both privilege and a treat:
Light and easy, peaceful and bright,
Or Insidious, sinister, audio plight.
Sorrow, hatred; loss and gain
Drugs and *** and love and pain.
From Intro to Chorus, to Verse-Refrain
melodies tattooed deep in the brain;
Act as the sun, when it does rain
And as both dirt and soap, when life does stain.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
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Of God we ask one favor,
That we may be forgiven—
For what, he is presumed to know—
The Crime, from us, is hidden—
Immured the whole of Life
Within a magic Prison
We reprimand the Happiness
That too competes with Heaven.
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*On a bright and delightful Easter morning
A furry white rabbit, wiggled her pink adorable nose
Peeking through lush bushes
In a lovely and distinctive pose
And jiggled her cottony soft scut
Aiming into a vegetation
On this sunny day
With so much motivation
Quietly hopping into a blissful garden
Placing decorative filled eggs in pastels
With little time to rest
As she quickly inhales
Adding vibrant colours, to an emerald spiky blanket
And into a rainbow of unfolding tulips
Enlightening her way, like a dazzling carnival
For little peeps enjoyment, upon soft winds movement
Beginning in the latter daylight hours, as tots of all ages
Eagerly carried empty interwoven baskets, on their quest
Pacing through, as in peekaboo
And observing who competes the best*
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
I smile knowing that this isn't a dream.
I smile knowing that you are where I am and I am where you are, in the dark, under blankets, on a cloud that would have felt like nails if you weren't here.
But I smile knowing that my breath doesn't escape into the loneliness of my room, as it brushes against your neck – my kiss of air that pushes you closer into me.
And I'd whisper words like
"I love you"
And
"You are so beautiful"
that would glide across pillowcases into your ears. And if you aren't awake to hear them, I'd make sure to repeat them the first thing in the morning when you wake.
But for now, the silence competes with the crickets, your soft snores, and my even softer sighs of laughter, in disbelief that such an adorable situation has laid itself out right in front of me, in my arms.
I have trouble falling asleep, because for the first time, my reality is much sweeter than any dream my mind can ever imagine.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
your energy competes with mine,
a battle just to feel alive.
i know that i can't beat you,
so i only live to please you.
you cast away my sorrows
you numb all of my pain
they say i have everything to lose
but there is nothing for me to gain
you're my only support,
yet they say you tear me down.
i've been told to look forward,
but i like this view from the ground.
i seek you in the shadows,
constant struggle, endless fight.
and every time i find you,
they rush to turn on the light.
i smile at the thought of you
dancing in my veins,
my body is just a vessel,
you are my soul, my heart, my brains.
you let me be myself
though i don't know who that is.
i've lost track of who is using who--
but that is half the bliss.
i lean my head back,
let the world drip, and melt, and shatter.
i can't remember-- what is reality?
i suppose it doesn't matter.
you made me trust that you would join me
in the depths of my despair.
but lately it seems like you dragged me,
like i wasn't already there.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
We're out at a bar splitting a good night of cheers
Drinks and laughter flowing among peers
Double shots dance around the table
Tonight's the moment, tomorrow's a fable
We garnish the laughter with Halloween
What's your costume, how do you swing
A chorus of "I'll dress up as a cowboy"
Is met by a few rolling eyes, "I'll address their convoy"
Not to be excluded is the gay guy in back that chimes in
And competes with the rolling eyes, cowboys are mine
Laughter of reveries spills faster than the drinks
A 80's song, When Doves Cry, continues to play over the links
A women crashes the party and exhorts the group
Come on guys put your wings on, fly the coup
Halloween's around the corner, make a splash, make waves
Find your muse with a costume that stands up, and raves
Look out to the horizon, the rarefied air, and trick for treats
Find my tunnel of love with a costume that beats
After a pause, a coy smile surface on rolling eye's lip
Oh Melville come with me, come with me, and take a dip
Double shots dance around the table
Logan Robertson
10/19/17
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
the moon competes with the sun
just like I competed with her long black hair
her piercing eyes that looked like the ocean
and the sky when I would wake up early
I watched the way you looked at her when you thought no one was watching
but I kept an eye out
every time I felt the hairs on my neck stand up
I questioned you about her
you said it was nothing
you told me she was your best
and you’ve known her forever
that nothing would happen
because you knew better
you said you liked her as much as I liked peppers
I used to hate peppers
but I guess things change
I now eat peppers
I’m still getting used to them
and you’re still calling me at 4 AM
asking if I like the taste
and I’m wondering if you really learned to love her
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
The motorcycle being the ride
God’s word being the preaching stride
The ride leading believers into salvation
The spoken word being God’s own revelation
Faith that Heaven can only create
Unbelief is nothing more than to hesitate
Praying hands with indication needing participation
Then it is the Holy Spirit that gets the world’s attention
God doesn’t need to ride to make his point
He wants us to listen and understand as God’s word speaks
It’s not a twitter with a tweak
It’s not a contest where one competes
It’s pure salvation conquering struggles in defeat
The steps of our footprints
The sun capturing our years from our walk
Echoes from Heaven hearing our every word in talk
The value of understanding
The Bible being the key to knowledge
What has already been spiritually kicked in
It becomes the continued walk until days end.
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
Competition should FETTER among the animals of jungle only
Because when it comes to humans they make it JUNGLY
STUDENTS competes with each other to get 1st rank
Other completes in flowing river to hold the plank...
When Envy plays in the cradle of competition then,
A sister crushes WISHES of her sister
A brother knowingly pushes his brother into DEBT
Not the every deed is the demand of your soul , except SERENITY
All those NASTY Things is the greed of your body.......
Before sleeping faces of betrayal, deceive & lies,
Appears right before my EYES .
They left me in trouble, but promises to help others
Declaring themselves a social reformer, a new THINKER .
CHARITY begins at home didn't they learn !!
Even after all this I want to embrace them ,
Ready to forgive putting my dignity at STAKE .
BUT they'll are enjoying without even realising their MISTAKES
Competition always takes place at the cost of one's life
Whether it's an animal at JUNGLE or animals at HOME .....
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 2:27 PM UTC
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She walked naked into the woods,
where the moonlight danced with fog.
Where an owl competes with a coyote,
the rush of the creek drowns out a dog.
Fascinations overwhelmed her,
she just wanted to know.
Then a future reading of an ultrasound
appeared from within the glow.
She looked beyond the stars above,
as Saturn's colors began to swirl.
She thanked God and she walked back home,
she now knows that it's a girl.
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Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 9:30 PM UTC
She arrives in high stilletto’s
And a miniskirt so taught
That the boys are all distracted
And our job becomes a rort,
And the office girls get ******
And production spirals down
So then our new Middle Manager
Rolls up her sleeves and goes to town....
She sticks her oar in frequently
And stands with jutted hip,
She’s territorial dynamite
And serves us gloating lip.
She often curries favour
With Department Heads and such
And makes a fuss at our expense
Which irritates so much!
She has a way to circumvent
The types she will not face,
In using her authority
To snidely put them in their place.
Her manner is too sharp
And too dismissive for my taste
And the condescending smile
Has me grinding teeth to paste.
And the way she stands and taps her toe
And glares beneath her brows
Has the office juniors panicking
And avoiding, as allows.
There’s an issue over paper
And the telephone account
And the petty cash, though balanced,
Is a questionable amount.
Historically our working week
Has employed a give and take
With an easy flexibility
That allows us all a break,
But the new Middle Manager
Has reversed the mode of work
So that everyone competes
And the roster’s gone beserk!
Her manner’s often strident
With a whiplash to her voice
And the snarl of her vindictiveness
Leaves us all with little choice
But to bend our backs to labour,
Work our fingers to the bone
And suffer her till knock off
Then, thank God, we’re fleeing home!
There’s a memo in the “In box”
Rumour has it, from on high,
That due to overdue restructuring,
That some redundancies are nigh.
And though there’s great reluctance
And some measure of regret...
It seems our new Middle Manager
Has got her notice...Sorry Pet!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
15 January 2011
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
What I have is a pitch
angled at nothing
and I envy the limber crowd of bees,
and I envy the spider’s easy meal.
The low hum of a wash cycle
competes with, then dislodges my dirge,
gradually builds a golden,
natural looking wan expression.
Diffident? Go out and meander
content to accept the indifference of meaning.
This walk is not a protest.
This work was only ever play.
Suitable for all skin types
our explanations can’t help themselves,
run like British accents on trade
and explain away any need for help.
Non-streaking conceits
you know best how much you are worth.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
Why don't you just **** me
Break a bone and thrill me
Let go of the night
Cut stones with your might
Carve a face in the moon
Remind the word of monsoon
Tears of the rain
Address of a name
Hands of pain
Strangles insane
And you wonder again
If you can take a leap of faith
And the bed breaks
From all the riding you do
Staring into the mirrors
Never could find you
Gunpowder smells sweet
Knives don't bleed
And scars you keep
To remind you to weep
The clawed beast leaps
And hurts you in the eye
With his shiny paws
He engraves a smile
And now you smile
No need for a mask
Crystal ball shows the past
With your life you're charged
Soldiers march
On the order of the king
A nightingale sings
Waiting for spring
It's killed by the beast
Winter it brings
Deaf can see the pain
Hands feel the sunrise
Ocean drowns self
Tears can cry
Time talks to gravity
Learn a few moves
Disturbed and disfigured
With every blue moon
Frog yearns for a princess
His story to complete
But a scorpion waits
A lizard competes
Warmth of heart
Coldness of eyes
Princess strangled
Ugly paid the price
Snake catches a mice
He's hungry no more
Vulture eats the snake
Natures a *****
Can you find the key
Maybe there's no door
Young yells existence
Old sings the Lore
A hollowed heart
Left to suffer and die
Erased of gods existence
Angels never said goodbye
Portrait of heaven
Hangs on the walls of hell
A part of my dream
Where lucifer fell
'tis where Satan dwells
And thirst never quells
Walks inside his cave
To hide inside his shell
Walk around naked
And show all of your scars
This night is so dark
Let's paint some stars
A faded moonlight
Brings alive our shadows
A unicorn bleeds and dies
Far away in the meadows
Waiting for a ******
In need of a master
with its last breath
Beauty is monster
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
I have a most insistent cat
who skulks unseen into my den,
hides until the moment that
I start to write. Precisely then
she figure-eights around my feet,
nudging nose beneath my thigh.
Next jumps upon the desk, competes
for my complete attention by
a feline strut across the keys
with tail furled proudly in the air.
She then descends upon my knees;
her work done, nests without a care.
Just showing me her catty side,
or budding poet? You decide.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
He plays with himself,
He thinks he competes,
But he never wins,
And he always cheats
So long in the game,
He doesn’t know why,
He likes to keep score,
But it’s always a tie,
Clean for minute,
They call it detox,
*** in a jar,
And shadowbox,
He thinks he ahead,
You can tell by his grin,
But he’s running a race that nobody wins
©B L Costello 2018
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Be inspired by blinding lights,
Followed by empty roads,
Let dotted images linger behind your eyelids,
As roaring traffic competes with stale music and smoke.
The lost crickets find solace in illuminated screens,
And my youthful insomniacs wonder where the poetry went?
Some remain, holding onto their pillows,
Others are gone,
But there sobs were lost among our silence.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Now and then
I take a nap
A nap on the couch
It’s that or pretend I am paying attention.
To accelerate a reluctant somnolence
I return to another house
A house very far away
And in the past
Where my mother is busy in the kitchen.
While I doze off my jet lag in the closet she calls a bedroom
The almost rhythmic sounds of her kitchen are a sleeping draught
A draught so powerful no ****** competes.
I wonder now if she knew.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
So
I'm not
That independent woman
who doesn't need no man
In fact I'm feeling lost
though you my friend most boldly state
the truth that God completes
Something competes
it reaches first
and informs my heart of missing parts
Despite my fear in this debate,
it may soon be too late
as all contracts heap amidst the pyre
where Time burns
upon the Earth's last fire
mock marriage ends in conflagration
to be replaced by Consumation
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I have a brother.
He doesn't share my blood
But we share a life
Hidden from others.
I've known of his every lover
And he's known of mine.
We've known eachother
Though we'll deny it.
I love him for his mind,
He loves me for mine.
No, I lie.
He loves me for my body.
I know his darkest desires,
His hopes and his shame.
He knows my dreams;
I've tried to hide my failings.
We've been lovers -
But only at night!
When dark deeds
Can be hidden
When the sun is out
We sit and laugh
Like brother and sister, but
The kind that don't fight.
I've known of his every lover
And he's known of mine.
We've known eachother
Though we'll deny it.
My every love
Competes with him
Even though
They don't know it.
He's married now.
The wedding was last month.
I didn't go
But I will see him soon.
I know his bride.
But I will not see her.
He and I will spend some
Time together - family time.
He doesn't share my blood
But we share a life,
A life which will remain
Hidden from others.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
The desire the need
All I want to is one sweet kiss
Won’t you do this one simple deed
Each passing moment even more the kiss I will miss
The desire to hold her tight
To defend her from the world’s pain
I will protect her even after I lost the fight
If ever she is hurt I will look upon myself with great disdain
The desire the need
To hear her Beautiful voice tell me
That I truly am awake indeed
Now old dreams pass and new ones are becoming the ones I want to eventually see
The desire to see her beauty that competes
With sunsets most wonderful
My stress when around her sincerely depletes
For she drives it away unknowingly with her beauty most bountiful
The desire the need
To comfort her when she is down
Away from what is stressing her I will gently lead
Until peace and quite are finally found
The desire to feel her gentle touch
As she comforts me in my time of need
Never understanding she does so much
Caring for me in both word and deed
The desire the need
To spend the rest of my days with her
My love for her will grow stronger than ever anyone has believed
Without her I will be lost for sure
The desire to wake up with my arms wrapped around her
Not a stressful thought through my head will pass
For with her I am sure
All the cares in the world have left me at last
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 12:56 AM UTC
Down where the river flows
This is where the old souls go
Where water dances in lustrous blues & bright yellows
Some died old & others were young fellows
They play jazz & R&B tunes
Drowning out their gray moods
Each one shows up sad
Then leave with a smile worth a grand
But none are here for money, no
They're here to forget the ones they let go
Heartbreak hurts indeed
But having a broken soul, nothing competes
Down by the swaying willow tree
Old souls become free
Dressed in the hues of their stories
Sneaky eyes have tried to read
Careful! Don't be seen
Humans shouldn't intervene
For there is a soul from the past
A boy who's last breath was a laugh
Still young & naive
He craved a new world to see
The sight of a girl led him to the town
And his laugh became an alarming sound
All souls searched and seeked
Braylen Otto Oakley
Whizzing past familiar places
And seeing grieving faces
They shouted his name
Wanting the pain to go away
Rummaged through their past
Hoping these feelings wouldn't last
"What is it you look for?"
BOO
Where did he go?
Nobody knew
Till then they scream out Boo
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
A faint train blows
Sliding along the Earth's shore
Your pillow rustles against your head
The noise competes
With that distant blurrly breath
Don't let
Because just when you lay still
And leak into slumber
You'll forget its existence
You'll hear the faint train blow
You'll remember then
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
the rationale of the ultimate intimate
one more for Bala
a single pillow, an intrepid phrase,
"the rationale of the ultimate intimate"
sought and retained,
then fist-hammered into place,
for your fists reckon and recall all to well,
the contours of your face
the face,
the glib exterior
the canvas cover over the place
where reason and intimate
clash when each competes for your attention,
and ultimately,
it is the intimate that seizes by coup,
any semblance of that banished ghost,
rational reason
better perhaps to say,
that intimate was the ultimate rationale,
thus friend,
each then given its due
but your poems confirm
the intimate rules the world
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:55 AM UTC