"contentness" poems
Hello,
I know I shouldn't have to introduce myself
for obvious reasons
but it's apparent to me
that we can so readily change who we are
in that matter of a few years
we are a completely distinct
being from what we once are
but enough about me
I'm living me and you lived it
we know about me
what are you like now?
can you even answer that
can you look at yourself in the mirror
how much do you lie
how much do you hate yourself
these aren't fair questions
i know
completely inappropriate for a job interview
i get it
you've changed
i feel the fetus that is you
nestled inside of me
waiting to come out
you are not innocent
none of us are
but you especially
you claim to be something you're not
you gleefully toe the line between good and bad
blissfully confident of your place
there is no line we both know that
but you toe it anyway
why am i so accusatory?
me?
YOU JUDGE ME
you of all people
the person I have become
YOU JUDGE ME
no
I won't have it
Monsters.
They tell us why they are interesting
"because they weren't always monsters"
********
a caterpillar is still a butterfly
they are one in the same
just because something changed
doesn't mean you changed
I get it
you blame me for you
i get it
well what do you want
what could I do
to make you happy
to make you better
to make you.... loveable
do the right thing
most of the time
when you can
do the right thing
help people
as a matter of self respect
educate yourself
when others fail too
be fair
be strong yes
but don't forget to be fair
money doesn't matter
having enough matters sure
but you don't need a yacht
be the smartest man in the room
even when you know you're not
treat the homeless with respect
they are the ones that need it the most
respect common sense before religion
respect contentness before exhilaration
don't eat when a waiter is at the table
don't let your good idea lose to a popular one
never let someone intimidate you
unless they have a gun
love
love unconditionally
let your heart be broken
so that one day someone can help put it out together
don't settle
unless you know you should
never become a cynic
please never do that
be better than me future self
please
I will do my best to make it so
I hope one day you will read this
with a smile
knowing that you became
the person that I
doubted you could
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
And that's as close as any of us get
To touching happiness...
Contentness.
But it's never enough to satisfy us.
Only enough to make us miserable.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Little is known about Graham
I see him everyday, yet, I know nothing about him
Nor does anyone else
He sits in a circle, the circle includes himself and stuffed animals
He sits there, in the yard of his beautiful house
Although he seems content, with his home and... friends...
I can't help but feel an aura of sadness around him
Why though?
He has it made! His parents were rich, he's never worked a day of his life for anything
I have heard rumors, however, that he's a nice man
Loving
and quite congenial
But how could anyone know that?
No one knows him!
People judge Graham based on what they see
And they see contentness
They walk by his home a glance over to a seemingly happy man
Surrounded by his stuffed animals, err, friends
Then why do I feel this aura of sadness around him?
Surely he knows they're not real...
That if he were to leave them, they wouldn't call for him to come back...
He must know that
He must...
But, there they are. Gathered in front of his perfect house
Happily chatting away, as if nothing is wrong
I'm sure one day he'll wake up and realize it
Realize that they're not real, the stuffed animals
are not real
That they don't care for him
That they can't care for him
All he needs
is to just
snap out of it...
and wake up
Hey guys! That was a poem that took me a long time to write, I know it's probably pretty bad, I'm only 16. But that poem was about me, how I'm surrounded by friends that aren't real friends, but they're there. It's true, I've never worked a day of my life for anything. Never worked to have friends, people just naturally like me I guess. But deep down I know im not who they think i am, that im not truly happy. Anyway, please leave feedback if you think i could've worded something better, anything is appreciated, I'm very new!
~Thanks,
-Graeme
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Today
Today I saw nothing but blissness,
Covered up with clouds of video games and the exotic taste of Wi-Fi to lead me in the direction of blindness.
Today
Today I felt my thumb and index finger throb in exhilaration with just a teaspoon of rejuvenating pain.
Today I sat anxiously looking at the screen,
Running away from reality by re-creating a fantasy where I was the hero.
Today I ran away from this distasteful land.
Just like most people would.
Today I became an ignorant human being.
I followed the loud whispers of 'ignorance is bliss'
And for that I got the sweet serene kiss of nothingness.
Yes I admit today I was ignorant and I ran
Dodging and jumping, avoiding trouble in the forest of life.
After all there's only so much one can handle.
Responsibility called out to me and I pulled my get out of jail free card and I sat in front of the screen.
Envisioning a world like my video game.
Today I was ignorant
But not for long.
Leaving my sanctuary screen,
It was that time,
The time where my chores screens in "finish me, do me, it's about that time",
Reluctantly I stood, eyes fixated on the trash I had to take,
With a heavy sigh.
I listened to the callings of my chores.
Plastic in my hand filled with yesterday's food,
Today's cleanings and maybe a little bit of breakfast.
Stomping down the stairs,
Unaware of my surroundings,
As ignorance enveloped me in a tight hug.
Shucks I'm only human.
My last step down the stairs
My senses heishtened, the warm chill envading my legs,
Causing goosebumps to rise, along with my left brow.
"Am I not to be ignorant? Why do I feel the wind? " my mind searched
My ears picked with a cry from a girl.
But this was no ordinary cry.
A cry of happiness when a daughter sees her father
A cry of contentness of an adventure between a father and daughter.
My ignorance shattered after that.
There are fathers that stay and become the greatest of parents
They need appreciation too.
Because a father daughter bond is just as important as a mother daughter one.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Drop
like a stone
down into the water
and sink into the darkness
slowly,
calmly.
Right,
a direction you turn,
or a decision you make,
that is true to you,
instinctual,
creative.
Now,
fall apart,
into little puzzle pieces,
that you can't solve,
confused,
misused.
Or,
you can do,
something more brilliant,
than anyone before,
try,
again.
Rise,
like a phoenix,
from the ashes,
and spread your fire,
burning,
passionate.
Up,
into the sky,
rest on the clouds,
with cool contentness,
foolishly,
lazily.
To,
all your friends,
let them hear you,
cry out,
with love,
and acceptance.
The,
birds will fly,
around you,
encompassing you with,
comfort,
strength.
Challenge,
yourself everyday,
don't back down from adversity,
don't get walked on,
because you are strong,
tremendous,
amazing.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
lost deep in only the 1am thoughts that echo entirely filling every dream and fantasy I long to feel within these dark hours of the night. my mind a crowded hall with no escape, for every turn is a dangerous bump into unfamiliar evil faces. a downtroddened smile to only remind me of deep desires that shall never perish nor be obtained but only be fulfilled to reach a level of contentness. for in these 1am thoughts not all is evil but the side of life that never haunts also never demands to be felt as I am only content. but maybe one day these 1am thoughts will demand to feel the dainty sense of happiness that I will soon learn does not bloom from only you.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Stuck in this fun-loving bubble-rut
No reason to escape but...
Wear and tear upon body and mind
Yet the more I intake the more that I find
A certain contentness.
Lack of stress.
Away from life's more nonchalent routines
Which are less than suitable for teens..
But soon twenty will creep upon me
And I always want to be this free
To exercise my own creativity
And to be who I want to be.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 5:05 AM UTC
To love is so much more
Than this idea of perfect contentness
Love is vulnerability
It is giving someone the key
To your precious dark world
It is making room
In the empty part
Of a special heart
That opens only on occasion
Love is letting go of the strings
To your favorite marionette.
No longer the puppet master
Of your emotions
With the warmth and joy
Comes the wretched feeling of it being gone
And yet, we dip ourselves into the deep
Abyss of it anyways.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
My depiction of fiction
fits the description
uplifted from my own benedictions
been a ****
been addicted
bend and lift
benefited
my back... only difference
Is I had somebody watching mine
To make up for what I lack and
what I thought I know
By the fact I've brought you thought provok-
ing moments
Hold it
Mold it
Don't let go it's
life in motion
Nice to know that
most components
Grow and hold it's
value
The struggle's golden
Hold up swollen fists
To no avail you
Never give up
Never live up to
other's expectations
Know your limits
Set the boundary
Allowing for a more peaceful, sound sleep
Cuz at the end of the day
We all lay
Our head upon that pillow
And when contentness sets in
Voids...we fill those
weep like willows
Weak but still chose
To instill those
Values in our kinfolk
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Lately I’ve been sinking into an infinite abyss of perspective reflection
I’m afraid I will never be able to trust myself
I’m afraid I will never become enlightened and that my conscious will sink deeper into my subconscious
I’m scared witless that I will-become a chain smoker , one day
I’m afraid that one day I’ll die lonely
I’m terrified of being patronised
I’m fearful of chronic nightmares
I’m panicky of being criticised
I’m afraid I’ll die a pessimist
And I’m scared of anxiety
Its all beginning to make sense now ,
I’m afraid of getting warped into societies superficiality
I’m afraid of growing into an apathetic and sadist human being
I’m horrified of getting ****** into humanities conformity and contentness
I’m horror-struck by the fact that this youth is not eternal
The public can never know I wrote this.
- Wanda
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Anywhere i go You're never far
The pain is evident in every scar
Produce the tears that sing me to sleep
The somber melody is soothing to the disease
My heart quickly beats
Ana comes closer in defeating me
Fighting me to gain control
Doesnt take much time before i am in overload
Shes creeping me
All day and night
She does not dare to lose a fight
Takes the wheel right from my hands
She will not go down with a fight
A daily struggle for the reigns of sanity
Without her im without a shadow
My shadow
Ana is my shadow
She promises me perfection and contentness
Too bad she leaves me a frail mess
Shes getting more and more control of my brain
Its getting harder and harder to stay sane
So tell me
How does it feel to be sane?
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Oh, I'm looking for light,
In this godless night,
I'm losing my spark,
And the apathy feels great.
With each uneven beat of my heart,
I close my eyes, and its not nearly as dark...
As the life we surround ourselves with,
Afraid of death and the afterlife.
It is called crazy, crazy, to wish it was over.
They call it depression and submission.
I call it rationalism!
What does this world have to offer you?
You take of it what you will,
But to me it lends only bills!
And not of the meaningless thing we call money,
No ******* up currency, no trust we bind ourselves by.
Nay the cruelty of a loveless life, of emotions drained,
Hopes dashed, family cruelly washed down winter's basin.
What do we look forward to in life?
Oh, I wonder, and wander. I am lost.
But to me I am found. I know who I am.
I am the darkness, at 2 am which causes me to write.
I am the boogeyman, the hidden fright.
The fear which holds you from kissing her,
The quiver you try to hide under, your receding grin,
I am the line by which darkness exudes,
I am evil and the joy infused,
I am the happiness of void, the contentness of lust.
I am the sin and the sinner, the judge and the judged.
And I am without care or worry. I am only waiting to be taken.
Oh. Oh indeed.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
i always thought that when i was in love i would write beautiful poems
about how i feel
and how beautiful you are to me,
but my mind draws blank with contentness.
no words can fathom what i feel.
i could learn a thousand languages and not a single one could i articulate what my heart holds.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC
To conflate
being in love
With
being happy
The latter so
Often eludes me
But I fall in love
Almost every week
Which is greater?
The love
Or
The joy?
Contentness?
Or
Companionship?
Normally
The two muses
Make residence
At the same time
And they leave me
In the same way
I'm either happy
And in love
Or depressed
And lonely
So, yes, it's easy
To conflate the two, yet
I fall in love with you
All the more
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Don't you just feel like a god?
when you walk as if she was nothing
a tad speck if love was a lie to you
you decided to use the word loosely
got to her heart from a slithering tongue
letting demons ignite you crawled in the dark
love or lust, she feels one and you feel the other
leaving her with words of hopefulness
caring about nothing but egos
her in her contentness asleep
creeping out the door with ease
its's clear you've done this before
she cries when she wakes up and sees
the man who said he loved her
gone as if just a dream
how does he feel?
he feels like a god.
lucifer felt the same
and he was beautiful
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
I sat by the rocks on top of the cliff over the beach that was conveniently placed behind my school.
Or rather my school conveniently placed in front of it.
I felt alone as I sifted through my notes and waited for him to come. I hoped he would come but I did not know if he would. I was used to expecting the worst, and I convinced myself this time would be no different.
Beyond the overhang of the cliff I sat, there was a man fishing, wearing a bright pink hat and yellow shoes. He stood on a rock all alone as he intricately moved his hands along his fishing line. I could not make out the movements but I could tell he was well rehearsed.
I kept peaking over my shoulder to see if I would see him coming to join me but he was no where in sight. As I sat there watching the fisherman, I realized I was not at all alone. A contentness fell over me as I realized that I was never really alone. Or perhaps that being alone wasn't really being alone when you can make peace with it.
In that moment I realized what I had always realized but was never able to make peace with:
We would probably wander much of our lives alone but we ultimately get to chose if we want to be lonely or not.
Some days I will feel lonely, and other days I'd find my fisherman in the distance to find comfort in.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Why am I so angry I ask ?
When did I become so furious with the world?
** made me this way...The world or I
I ask I ask I ask....
I've been asking for several years...
Still no answer
I've asked and I've tried
Tons of **** to call attention to myself
I dressed up for people
I tried to be ****** popular
I tried the don't care I'm Kylie Jenner thing
All of those felt right temporarily...then gone
Then on the search again...
My last resort is faith
Believing that God will come through
Look at Demi lavato
..all the miracles that he gave to people
And all the blessings I have
He will come through for me...
But on time's time...
It's a journey
I gotta learn ****
To move forward
And I know where I am right now isn't right
I can't live for other people like it's ok
I can't live I'm fear...
Right now I'm a scared little girl
Scared as ****
Hiding behind a facade
But starting tonight I'm throwing that **** facade in the garbage
There is nothing in this world that will make me happy
No clothing
No celebrity
No feeling
Nobody
On the outside
But the only thing is
Contentness...
Life for me
Is not a lot of things....
But it's about what's on the inside
Like today I scrolled on Instagram
I saw miley cyrus of coarse and one of her back up dancers
And her back up dancer is short a ****** and I thought to myself how did she find the light....
How is she smiling
And wearing things that the world doesn't approve of
And doing what she wants
Truly..
Not out of rebellion or selfishness
How the ****
Does one do that I ask....
How?
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
The freshness of
the early daybreak
with open windows,
sunbeams in
A blackbird singing
through the curtains
a whole new
morning to begin
This courtyard is
a place of mercy,
an island in a
world of stone
You wake up in
a new beginning
contentness
rising from the bone
So get up, step
into the garden to
feel this newness
in your pores
You've come from far
into this moment
here to enjoy
this time is yours
Eelco van der Waals
17 August 2025
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC