"competitively" poems
I am selling away these board games,
The Sorries, the Troubles, and the Twisters
On which I struggled competitively with you.
My yard sale stifles the lawn,
Pours over my patio and infiltrates my porch swing.
I am selling each game piece, each memory,
Each pair of dice and their two-sided arguments.
They are thrown from my mind once they are carried
Away by strangers who thought them a bargain.
I am selling our immature conflicts,
The jail in my Monopoly
And the alarm clock in Don’t Wake Daddy.
Even Candy Land for me is age appropriate no longer,
As you continue to barely meet its mental requirements –
“for ages 3 and up.”
So I am selling away these amusements
Stacked firmly upon cheap plastic tables,
Feeding my palms with the richness of your absence.
Perhaps your game of Life will entertain one of my buyers,
Taking your cardboard words of wisdom
With an appreciation that I no longer have.
I wish them luck with their future mind-Scrabble,
As their pursuits will be a Risk yet unknown.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 11:37 PM UTC
*the phone turns yellowy orange,
low power mode,
have fallen below
the 10% threshold,
we both drowsy,
yet competitively locked-into
separate screen servitude
she notices,
I don't,
she says,
"you need a charge"
god, she's so correct,
our mutualizing power is
fastly slow draining
this we both
know~notice,
and neither
says nada~nothing
we,
both poets in our way,
acutely aware
of the power of metaphor,
and she knows
that I know,
I noticed
what just went unspoken*
>an untitled poem<
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 1:50 PM UTC
The chances of being
a regular chap in education
I have failed to avail,
I have missed I must say
But there was no sign
in my life of any success
Anything good
would have been happened...
Now a days, I am suffering
with super frustration
What really would
I do in my future,
All the potential
of my learning & gaining
To be a standalone fellow
is going to be reduced one by one!
No one is at my side
and nothing productive
happens around me...
It’s quite dark everywhere,
wall and wall so high
I’m almost finished
and it’s hard to capture
The gone wind but
I am trying my best to recover...
To rediscover the gap
I have created by myself
I am super lonely
in my way of life,
perhaps I am cynic...
And the people I am engaged with
are not so helpful and friendly
All the way they act
so competitively, thinking of their own only...
I am in vain my lord
and I know not what’s
in my store really...
I wish If I could get
any fair chance in my country!
But my lord, there are so many
unfair means in social or political dealings,
It’s quite ridiculous
and I realize it a way out system of our society...
One major thing
I feel inside that I must bring myself
Out from the darkness now
I am bearing with me
The most lashing thing
is the loneliness & friendless
environment all around
My parents are still alive
but they can’t help me as I need...
Then all I do have effectively
is me only, my dear roadrunners
The growing myself in me
whom I did never try to find
I have no one for myself
except me,
I was blindfolded
I start now depending on myself,
better late than never...
All the dreams and high hopes
will reduce to dust uselessly
If I leave myself
if I misunderstand myself,
if I underestimate myself
So many occasions
I did the mistakes feeling helpless ,
Oh me...!
But in the most next minute
I get the power of myself in me to live like a man
Critical reality has taught me
to speak to myself, it’s a chance
Like a human in the world
full chances to live with rice & respect
I am no more helpless
for I am now with myself and precisely
An invisible flutist is everywhere
with me as well watching me ...
© 2015 Mohammad Anwar Parvez Shishir
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Your lips competitively express
the fervent language of ****** love,
bring me back so quick
the mellow taste of nectar
from banana flowers fresh,
I used to tenderly ****
in busy bee childhood days
at my tropical green paradise.
you are lush, an aromatic plant
gently seducing the wanton wind,
the surge of love makes you
drenched in dew all over
the fragrance will soon floor me
if I don't lean over your trunk
and gently sway with the wind
Your supple tongue displays
an intimacy,that goes far
it explores the interior secrets
of my mouth's sensuous softness
blessed creature, you've a
special gift to make me melt
my heart instantly skips beat
amorous i become, get stiff and my face
receives the dark flow of your tumbled hair
that smells jasmine and feminine fragrance,
long fingers entwine with mine,
tell hurriedly on wants and heart's design
my slow fingers trace the contours
of your shapely hips, lips respond,
that makes you tell me the story
the moon told mist, making it melt and mingle
with the moon beams till the night lasts.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
This one is for the girl who thinks she's the boss.
For the condescending one recovering from a major loss.
To the boy who has future expectations higher than the testosterone out of control.
For the one in the group who says everyone is nothing but a toll.
I write this through disappointment based off of the sayings of "no".
We hold hands around ones we trust, and we are commanded to let our hands go.
We see eye to eye, the others are worth a furious cry.
Pray for all to change and become pale as we are around the same table at five pm.
Groaning and cringing at the thought we would be meeting here again.
It's hard to see others have a stronger connection through love and trust.
After the first date, we put time for you,
yet you continued to sulk and therefore you cussed.
Speaking competitively to him and good thing you men resolved all the stress.
Though the rudeness I continued to have dissolved in my heart that had a spot for our group,
turns out I was the one who was loved the less.
To the guy who rolled his eyes as my boyfriend and I held hands on a couch.
To the one who saw us kissing and looked like you were about to scream "ouch!"
To the girl who grew up just to feel alright again.
To the other girls who approved of us and are my best friends.
So forget you, I'm gone.
I learned that I was wrong
to try and belong,
I thought we'd get along.
I will never change to become one of you
the interests you obtain I don't wish to follow through.
Not one congratulations on us being together.
That night I decided to leave you it wasn't now or never,
It is what I should have done long before I had.
We were just another dysfunctional group of people
who saw each other's success as something insufferable and a reason to be sad.
It wasn't about us,
It was about making up for what we couldn't have in our personal lives.
So live up to your fullest, and from me, expect no more
begging replies.
(Sighs);)
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
does woman love woman
on the same floor,
or is it merely that
men get to their knees
and place themselves beneath
and weep about the sensation of
being beneath,
so low that they feel below the floor,
being beneath,
and does man love man
still on this floor,
still lower-than,
still on his knees,
or do they have their own floor,
do they have their own world,
do they love each other
with the beauty that
they prescribe onto
the girls, the girls,
the girls in heels,
so above,
or do they love each other
competitively,
flattening themselves,
killing themselves,
proving they will be smaller
for their fellow, but greater,
taller, safer,
stronger, realer
prettier man?
Sep 16, 2022
Sep 16, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
I don't even have hobbies anymore
I just cry,
Competitively
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 9:59 PM UTC
Look at that girl,
she has the body any other girl who struggles
would see and search for a pistol.
See her walking,
she walks on her toes with
headphones in her ears and
skips along the road alone
with her long brown hair
flowing along her back.
Notice her
sharp move as she
sits on a sofa with music in her
ears,
she gets up confidently and competitively
to talk to
the boys.
If only if only
out of all the boys she could
say hi to and introduce herself,
That one,
remembered who she was and couldn’t
forget and therefore, she
couldn’t resist.
That one,
who offered to put his arm around her
one night watching television,
and Boom,
there was love.
That one,
who she said hi to,
is the reason she is more than a
person from the past but in her life,
she is the one who
survived.
She had not known what this boy was doing,
all abusers are full of excuses.
She did not give up.
She is a full time student,
has a wonderful family,
great friends,
a true new boyfriend,
and for that boy who abused her for her body,
the body may have changed in not so good ways
but she has changed for the better,
and is happier and better informed
than you will ever
think she can
be.
Just remember,
no means no.
*** is a happy thing,
not something we do for ourselves.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
I was on an even keel
that a thief came along to steal
his name is anything that makes me feel
like I got the raw end of a deal
shifting my focus
to the biting locust
that takes my attention
poisoning intentions
with toxic tension.
I want to drive all night
I want to drive into a wall
I wouldn't be surprised if I fight
or curl up in a ball
curl up until I'm small
enough to escape the free-for-all
that locks me in frustration cages
a prison where the maelstrom rages
after I failed for ages
to calm my anger through life's stages.
I feel so guilty
I feel so bad afterwards
maybe someone could **** me
so I wouldn't feel so mad afterwards
but it's the bad actor's turn
so I'm glad that you're hurt
when I say what you're worth
I should be abstaining
from being so angry
but my stinger stang me
so now I'm framing
arguments for blaming
others who tried to save me.
I become competitively hateful
purposefully distasteful
counterproductive and wasteful
completely ungrateful
for the life I've been given
because of anger I'm driven
to cause endless schisms
and needless collisions
I need my volition
to be wrestled back from my anger
before my reflection is a sinister stranger.
I need a reprieve
to help me retrieve
what makes me see
a better way to be
but my sedentary spree
makes that impossible to receive
when I'm unwilling to find help
my brain begins to melt
giving frustration welts
beaten by the belt
of my own craze
and its violent haze
I wish to see the end of days
of my insane displays
that'll be forever ingrained
in the minds I've maimed.
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
a simple explanation: i am his friend
i can feel it
helpless
not my fault should he be the wrong one. up to
the Owner to find the right one
I have had enough of today
once again
the branches on the ground and
the ruins of the excited One
tried to fix him
"It will never work," Red said in Melancholy
lost it
a
little bit of understanding: Run With The Dogs!
cavalier. "competitively being
Ridiculous
this attack
his defence
Would you?
too much understanding. That is it.
too much intelligence. That is it.
Intelligence; all dogs are stupid. They Have
to be stupid go after the Mechanical
instead of the real
he: another employment
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
Competitively dysfunctional
In lightheartedness and aloof
Teeter tottering
Puddings in the proof
I'm stuffed
Belly all a swell
Nothings best
Nothings left
But to bid you well
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC