"constructively" poems
I once saw threw the stars pools of serendipitous thoughts.
Melding feelings over-constructively by manifesting stains.
It's too wet,
Leaking unimportance. They aren't colored enough; silly to forget the dyes.
Standing too long, there's a need to stretch.
Stretch back lights, free twinkling corosions away.
I was looking too hard.
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Why is the primal
question.
*This was written one
week primary
to the real
encounter*:
Language difference
enables my poignant
ponderings to
hide among
pink puffy tonality
of your beloved
mother's tongue. To
dwelve smooth and
constructively
conducted within
your howlin'
domesticated
vowels. I so
become wonder
writer smitten
softly,
touched
by pleasant words
of other writers.
Not suffering.
As I do
in my
original
vaccinity
of no
distance.
Clouds and thunder
collapse into my
deepest core. Tearing
me there at non
acceptance. I tear my
poems. And throw them
into the abyss. Of no re
turnin'.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
I have fought hard with Anxiety
Having been swung between
Two spheres of moods
One of melancholy and the other
Of excited elated optimism
Between the two
I would exhaust myself
Day and Night
And to deal with my emotions
Was no easy task
I would cry and weep
I would feel down
And blame myself
I would apologize
For being thus
I was not in my element
I tell
When I am fresh
I feel I have lagged behind
Due to missing things while at low
It has been one sad plight
For me to have come thus far
I am still hopeful of a day
When I have overcome
These swinging moods
I hope to keep a positive
Spirit that enables me
To act constructively
When I can't be constructive
I would just start affirm
That I am more
Than I think I am
Then I start
To work like I have been
Able bodied and able minded
Sitting here
jotting down makes it all come
to view. Affirm and believe
that is what i do now
to be better each day
I am responsible
I am reliable
I ma resourceful
I am resilient
i am healthy; i am lucky ; i am virtuous; i am organized
I feel the energy when I say these
I act different when I say these
I have faith surging into my veins
From somewhere or nowhere
I create, I cook, I clean, I write,
I eat, I make tea, I feed my family
I pray, I meditate, I am not overwhelmed
i am a wonderful person
When I affirm
I can live with this person
She is good to me
She thinks highly of me
She attracts nice friends to her
She is just pleasant to be around
She is someone I could love forever
She is my friend and hero
She is my superstar and confidant
She is all I need to keep me
Close to the Creator
I love her
I love me
I love the positive me
I love the quiet me
I love the peaceful me
I love the loving me
I love the lovable me
i love all that she could be
I love all that she gave up for me
I love her day and night
I love being with her all my life
I need noone but her
I need nothing but her love
I need nothing but her assurance
I need only her
She and I
We are one and the same
We play and plan together
We are best friends
We create our good times
We are the joy of the world
We are the gift to the world
Together we conquer
Together we let go
Together we enjoy the ocean
Together we go places
Together we are I and myself
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
As the sun reaches it zenith & the moon becomes full,
Soldiers are deployed at various point,
Allowing their thought to wander away into ephemeral violence,
Well armed,
Red pointers at human sight,
killing in the pretence of liberation,
Defenceless civilians murdered in sight,
I don't have the adequate vocabulary to constructively & emotionally create that atmosphere,
As a poet they don't mind if I make a sound
But it's a real problem
if I ever get too loud,
It enrages me,
I'm bitterly miffed,
Imagine the agony, stress, depression & tension they are
going through,
Let's be factual,
Their based desire & legitimate purpose is to associate ,affiliate & standardize us as terrorist,
They come in front of our tv & give us speech our forefathers have never heard of,
Humanity in it eternity have been blindfolded & deviated from the truth,
They have become the fixed & Luminous center around which innumerable lifestyle revolves,
Civilization will not lead mankind to insanity,
It feels good to be in power ,
But a day will come when they will ponder, reflect & introspect,
but their reflection will be to no avail,
Reflect over what I say,
In silence & tranquillity,
We may be on a Long arduous journey,
But victory is to the oppressed,
Categorically & selectively speaking ,
It will become a practical reality,
Innocent souls are been lost everyday,
In pakistan,Syria,Iraq,Iran
Yet the conference continues,
Killings intensifies,
Women are murdered,
Fathers are slaughtered,
Kids are held captive some rigorously excluded,
Without them labouring humanity searching for peace will perish,
It's a sad time we live in,
Educated leaders with no heart of human sympathy,
Acting upon their based desires & ego,
You may call this character assassination,
I call it supreme words of justice
Only time will tell who is the true terrorist
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
If all the stars in the known universe,
Were gathered to put inside an empty jar,
Would we see such a brilliant, fervent light,
Shine for the world to enjoy and know?
If all the broken hearts and long-lost souls,
Could meet to talk on some distant plain,
Would they resolve their hurt and sorrow,
So heaven and earth could proclaim their joy?
What if the men who constructively destroy,
Put pause on warring and polluting the planet,
Enough to understand the ongoing human condition,
Throwing all their energies into the spread of peace.
When all the hospitals where the sick and dying,
Find miracle cures filled with divine intervention,
We'd look to each other for our rest and surviving,
If we could just become the ones to hope and dream.
If one more time we saw our paths laid out before us,
We'd know that sometimes the road so less traveled,
Becomes the one where all our adventures begin,
And peace comes home once more to all of us.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
I want the twiddle you hear
in lil guitar songs.
The ones that twist your heartstrings
and make you sigh with relief,
with pain and shame and passion.
They hit you like the music notes that
promise big dreams and whisper sweet nothings:
a ton of bricks with good intentions.
Get the heartache out of the way first:
do the hard stuff first
and take the joyful meanderings, eventually.
Take this beating, breathing, seething, seemingly
lively thing and EXCHANGE it
make it feel and not think
let me follow and follow and not lead me
astray. Show me, don't tell me.
I am your poetry 100 class, and you
need to constructively criticize my
existence in to sense.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
If you praise me too much
I will suspect you
If you criticize me constructively
I will respect you
I am no longer a child
To be pleased and appeased
My vanity and ego
Have almost been released
A criticizing friend is better
Than a flattering foe
A friend criticizes you in your presence
And praises in your absence
A foe pleases you to fool you
And make you forget your own view
s/he will mock you at your back
you will be deceived by his/her knack
I prefer the piercing arrows
To softening flower bouquets
The arrows may make wounds in my body
They will never touch my soul by anybody
Flattery is the fools’ food
It doesn’t do me any good
I am ready to enter the dangerous wood
I have an abundant faith in my LORD
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 4:45 AM UTC
'Once upon a time' and 'Many years ago';
I begin with an idle thinkers' reminisce-
A past, flowing into the future
As a waterfall cascades down the valley
I am delicately delivered,
Intricately fed into the senses of a curious listener-
I am words, sometimes arranged into a ballad,
Sometimes haphazard and tragic;
I'm known by speech and the word of mouth,
My identity laced into the syllables that people whisper,
And sometimes it slips into the conversation out of the blue;
I wonder and wonder,
As I find myself moulded into verses that don't rhyme
I begin to question the veracity of my existence
Dubious as I am, I find-
myself compiled in wrinkled volumes of pale history books,
Sometimes constructively reconstructed, from my toe up to my hood
Fabled into gossips, garnishing lunch and dinner;
My world reduced into words- sometimes a saint, other times a sinner.
I find bits of me scattered around in peoples' lives, bigger stories,
But not a minute passes
When I don't loath or despise,
The shallowness of perception
As my depth is undermined.
Unknown and unfortunately misunderstood,
My story carries on and on-
Masked by words that fail to define,
Who, what and why I am
Slowly ageing and spent away by time.
Alas, I lie untouched:
Abysmal, surrounded by darkness-
Alone, having become
the perfect manifestation of what they'd thought of me,
My words are fiction and so am I,
And this,
this is my story.
(https://theextrainextraordinary.wordpress.com/)
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
..and I have nary a thing to say, save for this:
Be
who it is you know
in your heart that you are
and compromise the spark
which kindles your fire
for nary a Soul nor obstacle,
for, in this mortal Life,
there can be no greater Sin
than to let it all go to waste
just to soothe the pain within.
The Obstacles in Life
merely provide opportunities,
to which one can rise
or in spite of which one can fail.
But,
though it may seem a losing battle,
there is e'er a way to prevail.
Perseverance
is the sound of optimism,
in the name of betterment:
Perseverance
is the cry of mortal Warriors,
battling 'pon this battleground
rife with Life's adversity.
To the victor,
the spoils.
To the defeated,
what they deserve.
Harsh
though it may sound,
truly what you get
is relative
to your chosen
perspective, attention and intention.
If you intend
to lose the battle,
it is already lost.
If you intend
to be victorious,
nary a thing
shall stand in your way
for very long.
Heed this, please:
I speak in mythic words,
metaphor, symbology:
battle not Others
for selfish gain
or in the name of demagoguery,
rather,
battle constructively
within your Self,
that you may harden
your resolve
and become truer
to your true Self.
In such a way can you transcend this mortal World.
In such a way can you be happy and free of it's tyranny.
In such a way have others pointed to Enlightenment.
In such a way be Heaven and Hell creations of our Selves.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Each of us possesses our own personal dialects.
Though many of us may indeed share a common tongue, perhaps even two or three,
each of us uses these toolboxes in our own, personal way.
A way that is constantly in flux.
Fluctuating from the inside, ideally,
but it can be imposed upon by various forces.
When we think,
our mind must fabricate
then it must translate that fabrication into language.
When we speak,
we must in turn mold and shape thought into a common middleground
which is then subject to interpretation
upon which people generally reflect
and can be shifted in their own minds
such that they now perceive differently
and thus interpret differently
than they once had before.
If done constructively, this is generally called teaching (if external) or learning (internally).
Destructively, it can be called brainwashing.
Sometimes it is more innocent
but it is often manipulated
by various people
for various ends.
One must fortify one's own interpretations
based upon personal experience
and ideally critical thinking.
Also,
One must realize the limitations of language
as well as the limitations of interpretation
before one can begin to cultivate
what may someday become an 'enlightened' perspective
that is to say the mind of the Sage;
the Shaman. The Teacher. The Student. The Buddha.
(To be continued)
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Most of what I wrote here is from two
or three years ago
Two years ago when I was the girl
who dripped anxiety like a leaky faucet
And poured all the excess into her poems
like little sticky notes detailing the confusions
and little joys of life
Now,
Now I'm still a confused, anxious girl
but maybe I can fake it better?
Or maybe I really have grown
So that I no longer need the multicolored sticky notes
Dotting my life
Where I can hold it in
or let it out more constructively
Constructively?
Is poetry not constructive?
Or is it my biases again
idk idk idk
I spoke to an old friend the other day
I have a poem about them
There's another girl I never speak to
but back when I wrote about her she was my friend
I don't know where I'm going
and these poems remind me where I've been
For that matter I don't know where I am
Not enough
Not where I should be
Yet
But yet has yet to arrive and
seemingly
n
e
v
e r
will
...
I'm rambling aren't I?
Well,
The gist of it is
I am somewhere else, not where I was
Nor am I where I should be where I want to be where I ought-
I have a poem about ought don't I?
For those of you who've actually made it to this point in the poem
I applaud you
Because I don't know where I'm going
or where I am
But my poetry seems to be showing me where I've been
Stop
STOP
Enough says the me that insists everything must be productive
There's no point
There's no point!
You're not a poet,
You're just a girl who is supposedly an adult
Ha
Ha ha
What a joke
Is the self deprecation necessary?
Is it though?
Or is it simply a tool to hide my anxiety
under a blanket
Can't I just appreciate what I have? Who I am? But
I'm not good enough
not nearly good enough
The other day I wrote a sorry essay
apologizing for all my shortcomings
Don't get me wrong
I love my self You'd better too love yourself that is It's important
But I don't seem good enough
Sigh
Yes, I verbally said the word sigh
I'm still rambling, aren't I?
Because I don't know where I'm going
nor where I am
But I do now know where I've been
and I suppose it's just a matter of moving from there
I may take baby steps,
like a waddling penguin
But so long as I know where I've been
I can keep on moving
so that I can grow
One day my wings will open huge and wide
One day
One day I will no longer be that anxious little girl
One day
Why not today?
Because today's not that day
But, one
day
It'll happen
and if it doesn't...
I guess I'll still be chasing that one day
Because I don't know where I'm going
or even where I am
But I do know where I've been because I write about it in little sticky notes called poems
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
I can always count on my bad rhyming
also not so great with timing
but I'm somehow surprisingly finding
at certain times to climb to the top,
be the best,
to let what others think of me stop me from doing anything
has never been who I am.
It should feel amazing to others
to see this side of me that is usually buried
being the only one that knew myself so well
hurt in a kind of sideways way
writing, when I can find the time to rhyme
is my connection to my gorgeous universe
I love people in this wondrous anonymous way
I strive to find and basically worship every single one of our differences
because why should we believe in something that encourages
changing the beautiful human race
into sheep or batteries
I want to fall in love with general acceptance and caring about things that actually matter
so maybe some will not like me
that is fine
hopefully people will disagree with me
and be willing to constructively discuss their reasons
to expand one's mind is a never ending process
and maybe I used to care, once upon a time
but as a sure thing right now
this is me and you can take it or leave it
it's all up to you.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
God made rivers to flow!
Never stop, ahead they go!
By making the dam,
humans trying to tam.
The water, thus conserved,
To serve the mankind, it's reserved.
The earth, is nourished!
The life, is flourished!
Dam too has a limit
To hold the force hydraulic,
Then to release it gradually
Using the force controllably,
If unreleased, then catastrophic
Flushes out!
Washes out!
Lashes out!
Everything!!
Learn to hold your inherent power,
and release in a controlled manner.
**Be a reservoir of emotions
upto a limit!
and utilize them constructively
for benefit!**
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:37 AM UTC
i want to shed my my skin
to be rebirthed in some sense of worth
Baptized in love
rather than sinking into insignificance
venting destructively or constructively
Started gambling lightly.. emptying my pockets nightly.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
A poem isn't effort.
Emotions aren't squeezed out,
but bleed out
into their own being.
The poet
a mere catalyst
for their expression,
letting go of continuous
repression.
Bleeding constructively.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
If you can't be creative with it,
it isn't worth pursuing.
If you can't help but be creative with it,
it is inescapable; seems 'tis thy fate;
so you might as well embrace it
and face it
and overcome it
and incorporate it
so that you can healthily and constructively
express it.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
You cannot always change what happens,
but you can always change how you think;
even so, it does take on an Inertia of it's own,
and thus takes cultivation and practice
to truly harness and control.
You cannot change how something makes you feel,
but you can chose how you react to that feeling:
try to remember to react constructively;
whether this means making Art,
or working it out with the others involved;
just try not to burn any Bridges,
you've built them for a reason.
You cannot understand a thing
if it is abstracted from a proper Context,
and most things cannot be put into a proper Context
with Language alone;
thus One can only truly understand one's own Experience,
from the Inside, out.
All else is speculation; philosophy:
You can't control what happens,
You can't control when;
You can't control if;
You can't control anything but You;
Alas, for that is the truest Struggle:
to utilize one's Self, harmoniously.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
I believe there is a certain necessity for persistent re-evaluation of one's self. to allow the psyche to reassess and perceive one's personal growth. are we still exerting energy and resources towards what finds us that betterment upon our inner wealth? this should directly concur with pure candidness; one's ability to balance the acknowledgment of their faults with the appreciation of their prosperity. this aforementioned ideal of persistent re-evaluation corresponds with my argument that complacency is trifling in today's world. though, I mean to mention a prime difference between that of momentary complacency and perpetual complacency. momentary complacency is viable and is, in itself, essential. we must, at times, come to terms and concede for rejoice. perpetual complacency, however, proves to hinder our ability to constructively progress our state of well being. within this argument, my mind wonders to that of this near obsession with improvement and all of the flawed gimmicks that follow. how far can one go? nevertheless, I want to be better. I want to see better. I firmly believe that we could do better.
be well,
bcb
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 6:24 PM UTC
Earn my hatred, if you shake my self-respect,
Speak with caution, if you are on a dream target,
Deal with me like a human being, else you regret,
Criticize me constructively, else I would put you to upset.
Talk with me,
But never interfere in my self-respect
It is nothing but my life asset,
Control your speech like a budget,
Never hit my self-respect, Else,
You will face my words like a bullet,
You will lose your respect, at the speed of a rocket.
In my little heart,
I bear huge wounds, dreams, desperation and sorrows.
Never shake it, Else
You put my relationship to gallows.
I acknowledge your self-respect,
Double than what you give back.
With triple disrespect, I would hit back,
As you dare to humiliate my self-respect.
Forget my happy face for you,
If you prefer to play smart with my self-respect.
Witness my intensive angry face in a seconds or few,
If you are ready to treat me like a toilet.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
Sometimes,
all One can do for Another
is to allow them
to wallow in their own
chaotic and confused ways,
for, indeed,
some refuse to take heed
of mere words
of mere peers.
If they can't, or simply won't,
realize the futility
of the Fools' Path
they chose to travel,
then perhaps they deserve it;
perhaps you've only put yourself
in front of a firing squad,
in front of a trainwreck
of Personality.
They have the capacity for choice,
and so do you,
and so, if they fail to use it constructively,
it's likely up to you
to remove yourself
from such destructive environments,
lest ye become such a Fool.
Learn from your mistakes.
Even if they reject the notion of those of their own;
there is no shame in acknowledging an honest mistake:
perhaps one of the first
was to part with
some of your mortal Time and Energy
on their insipid behalf.
I can call it so by name
because I've made that very mistake
from both sides, yet,
I feel I'm wiser for it.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Who knows when I'll arrive
But
When I do
Don't act surprised
I've spent countless nights
In my head
Coast to coast
Sea to sea
Where the sky changes colors as you please
And the fear of death
Is a figment of imagination
I bask in the essence
Every chance I get
And I've come to realization
That this world of my creation
Exists only while I abandon my inner slave
And truly determine that the wrestling matches
With the monkey on my back
Are not to derail my inhibitions
But to constructively build my path
As a man
And keep me chasing dragons
Not for the joyride
But to feed my hungry soul
With the food my grandmothers
Cooked to stay positive
Amidst termoil
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Before your hands touched me romantically
Your words did intellectually
There is something about you that
Changes the rhythm of my heartbeat melodiously
I like that we don't just agree dogmatically
But we criticize ourselves constructively
Through the peaks and troughs,
You stood by me unconditionally
I will love you eternally!
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
Always stay determined
Give it your very best
Just go for that gold
And be a cut above the rest
Make the best of your time
Utilize it constructively
Listen to the wise words of others
Let them inspire you greatly
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
I am a work in progress
sometimes I put myself on hiatus
the only way to get off it I guess is to get back to it
my words reflect my growth, however stagnant it appears
and like a ghost I left my imprint here
and the only way to move on is to let go
someone needs to work with me and decide where I go
constructively criticize my character development
how to shift from static to dynamic
build my plot, don't let me stay too long on the exposition
build me a ****** that gently lets you down
don't let me let you down or stop you from living
think of me fondly, the ending's just the beginning
I've recently understood I'm a fountain of endless possibilities
the road is long
the journey wide open
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC