"contesting" poems
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 4:53 PM UTC
Just as the pyramids would,
In the deserts of Cairo,
Snow-capped mountains gleam distant,
As if Kings on the Main.
This distance complete,
Through the eyes of the beholder,
As from a sea-sided office,
We with watch with wonder lust.
Bright streetlights,
And red lights, and green lights,
And stop signs,
As decadent name-change,
Perceives as if older,
As bigger, as bolder.
Musicians and artists,
Poets and Marxists,
Authors and boxers,
All convene to sing songs,
As egalitarianism,
Sings us a calm, blinded lullaby,
As the idea to be grasped,
In this young mind of mine.
They call this no small town,
In which not one arcade resides;
Gun crime is never,
In percent, as we ride,
A wave of communal,
Small-town "world peace,"
We'll take some money,
Off the governments lease.
In a sense we are distant,
Different, contesting,
A world which conforms,
As if all can and will be,
A slave to a master,
Sociopathic disaster,
As we run faster and faster,
Away from that stream.
We are the masters of our fate,
As we rate the world's hate,
On a scale from 1 to 10.
We are secluded,
Yet unconfused, not diluted;
We are more aware of this world,
Than it is of itself.
We set the sidelines,
As guidelines to life,
As we watch with some bias,
As we remain neutral to strife.
We are the Power,
And we are the River,
Ripped from the main-stream,
We create; we are free.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 10:29 PM UTC
I scared you?
How could this be?
This isn't what I wanted to be
I'm a monster, can't you see?
Should not be allowed to breathe freely
Look around, look down, look up to the sky
Just want to be happy and live a happy life
But instead I am trapped and now I live a lie
Probably the best option is just to ******* die
If this is my destiny,
Because my kindness gets the best of me
And I've devolved into a monster
And I just wanna rest in peace
And not tear anyone else to pieces
What have I done and who am I now?
A demon by accident, lives being devoured
I didn't want to be like this, I just cared about you
An ambulance was in your street
What the **** else was I supposed to do?
If someone that you loved was feeling pretty bad
And a message from two weeks ago was all that you had
Wouldn't you be concerned?
Or would you just sit there?
They could be ******* dying and you wouldn't even care?!
Sorry if it seems wrong, to actually give a ****
About someone to the point that you wanna lend a hand
I'm sorry that my actions had you running scared
But I'm not sorry for the fact that I actually ******* cared
Out of genuine concern
Someone that I love is hurt
The pain of it makes my heart burn
I'm shutting down, signal red alert
So what are we now? Where do we stand?
Because to me this whole incident is rather unfair
I did what I did because I actually care
Not saying you're stupid but you misunderstand
I only wanted the best for you
Without considering the best for me
The rest of me
Contesting me
Condemning me
To solitary
It's just too painful to deal with alone,
If there were any way I could atone...
For actually caring, for not being cold
I'm done with this argument it's getting ******* old!
So I'll say it once again
I only wanted to be your friend
I've explained enough, I won't repeat
Because it burns my heart and I feel the heat
Out of genuine concern
Someone that I love is hurt
The pain of it makes my heart burn
I'm shutting down, signal red alert
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
As the crow flies south from capital city
With soaring moonshine he coasts into synchronicity
Highways below dissolve into forgotten whispers
Like a rear view mirror sees only memories in its disappearing
Visual ****** initiates and fills this polychromatic cruise
Starting with a quiet historic ruse
Contesting over which of the two
echo shadows for optical repeal
the many leaves of kaleidoscope hues
That keep a running legacy since time before our time
and / or
Buried horizon from endless layers of skyward hills
Hills that have been storing a primitive foundation for the growing of substructure foliage in order to be able to drop its petals and leaves
Resolve is left with the one true and unbiased impartial decider...
the wind
to form a fair measure of mediation
From the human view
All are merely a preview for the impromptu quest
In an attempt to catalyze foreshadow and paint memory for the drive out west
To approach from afar
The destination appears to be a resting
shape of an antiquated location
splashed with opaque aromas,
sensory weaving visuals,
and
Melodic tones of nostalgic definition
Emitting vibrations of soothing tremolo that quiver throughout the body
this multi-strip string of singular select shops
Is the alignment initiative in the countryside
forecasting a manifest
for the hazy occasion
Anointing inspiration over the heartland’s artland
That nearly only hope,
could create
Invisible snows sprinkle over roads like a magic red carpet of threaded tranquility in its coat
Enticing, Welcoming, and Lighting up this neck of the west
And opening into the
Woodland Hills of Little Nashville
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
Song Parody to the tune of the Police's
"Every little thing she does ( is magic)"
Though I've tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
the Court Restraining orders start
Every little thing she does annoys me
Everything she does just turns me off
Our married life was less than magic
Now she’s contesting our divorce.
Do I have to tell the story
Of those many court dates since we first met?
I have decided not to **** her
But it's decision I may come to regret
Every little thing she does annoys me
Everything she do just turns me off
Our married life was less than magic
Now she’s contesting our divorce
she resolved to call me up
A thousand times a day
It’s hard to work, I cannot sleep
I pray she’ll go away
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before I hear her yapping
The ***** won’t leave me alone
Every little thing she does annoys me
everything she does just turns me off
our married life was less than magic
Now she’s contesting our divorce.
Every little thing, every little thing
Every little thing, every little thing
Every little, every little, every little
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
Thing she does annoying
Every little thing, every little thing
Every little thing she does annoys me
Tragic, Tragic, Tragic, Tragic Tragic
Do I have to tell the story
Of those many court dates since we first met?
I have decided not to **** her
But it's a decision I may come to regret
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
I am a chameleon to you,
Or some kind of ghost,
My colors shift according to your proximity,
Or change depending on how lucky and bold I feel,
Placebos and foolish superstitions are usually my best hues,
But I still notice you in my little submarine with my peripheral spy glass,
That's right,
I'm a spy,
I know you wear cool and faded hooded sweaters and jeans in the winter that probably smell like closets and dead leaves,
And skirts that you picked from flower fields in the spring,
I know you have light allergies like mine,
As our sniffling during class seems to be contesting in some secret and unspoken competition with no rules,
Despite my quiet attention,
I feel as though you will never know these things,
All my attempts to tell you will be locked away by the pursuit of other men,
My own deep murky fears,
And the summers between us
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
you could perhaps, some n
ight come
up to 3rd flr &
entertain. you know
. split
words in 1/2 with
silver straight razor kept in
yr mouth. loving to
chastise mundane things i do —
grip th' railing
white hands
as petals of obscene flower
that makes feel ...
one's everything ...
o phelia.
and why when siren wails
past the mercadona at 3 AM
while i sit on the curb
as you buy
some-thing (i forget. wine i hope).
do you come out and stare
at my shaking hands?
your very eyebrows contesting
my innocence?
the way the fully-loaded hips ****
with the asking of your unspoke question and
legs angle to the sidewalk left foot turned
slightly inwards,
a heart attack in roberto verino.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.
continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty
wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious
gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images
alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
I love you, immensely,
Intensely, you set free,
The best of luck, to lust and ****
Nobody tries contesting
Everything that you see, I don't, can't believe
Let me see the best of me
Perhaps then I won't seem
U-g-ly
Im loyal, and trusting
Guidance is everything
For you I'd give anything
My heart my soul for a diamond ring!
For you are worth more than the stars
That twinkle in the broken glass
The shadows the voices the blood and the pain
I'd suffer it all for you to smile again...
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
and the field that smelled of chardonnay
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Where are the source of your thoughts
Contesting emotional triggers
Consider those eyelids to flicker
Additional context adds stress
As different paths stretch us apart
Sleep deep within these sheets
Another drill to overcome
The next hurdle and then some
Distracted by less with
small progressive steps
A learning tool for all
Dig away at the molehills
Digress with flexed biceps
Reminded to incorporate rest
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
*I am a poem
I am a tattooed gospel music loving non conformist who
believes that Christ is just an excuse not to be responsible.
I am an antagonist who believes that God is a constant
conversation with the world and that whoever created the
conspiracy of good versus evil was a genius.
I am descendant of the stories encrypted on the Pyramids of Egypt;
I am the physical manifestation of God, the daughter of Man sent
by the creator with all might, faith and wisdom.
I am the melanin woman who walked barefoot,not because she
was uncivilized, she had a spiritual connection with the soil.
Noble and humbled, I have been shipped around the earth to
mother and father the restless and paranoid.
My teachings are the same redefined theories that provide
content to modern civilization and technology.
I am the blue prints of what is being sold back to me.
With this knowledge came the courage to redefine my self.
These days I find myself within insane verses that ooze with
contempt, cast into a life in protest, constantly contesting my
compromised legacy.
So I live on the battle fields armed with weapons of this world,
fatefully fighting my way out.
Trying to relocate to a place where man found no need to
count the days and years of his life.
I refused to play a part in the rat race of degrees and perfect
grades,for wisdom is more precious that gold.
I fight to stay alive because I am a product of war, while all I
want is to be your friendly neighbor.*
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
1.stuck.
2. struggling,
3. forcing,
4. stuck.
5. squeezing,
6. pressing,
7. stuck.
8. trying,
9. searching,
10. stuck.
11. attempting,
12. fighting,
13. stuck.
14. contesting,
15. resisting,
16. stuck.
17. striving,
18. wrestling,
19. stuck.
20. agonizing,
21. choking,
rest in peace.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
Such a naïve philosopher can I be,
not opposed to a skeptic philosopher,
but rather in tandem with it.
Such a naïve philosopher,
not necessarily in terms of Realism,
but certainly in some terms.
Such a naïve philosopher,
yet such a skeptic one as well:
I'm not the best of both worlds,
maybe the rest of both worlds;
I'm testing both worlds,
contesting both worlds;
ingesting both worlds,
detesting both worlds;
bereft of both worlds,
in jest of both words:
I don't
exactly see
how the two
are mutually
exclusive:
Naïvety and Skepticism
seem to be a match well made.
But, by inner Skeptic
is calling me Naïve.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
I give you a necklace, with is feel with so much sentimental feelings.
Except that don't represent, my love for you.
I give you a dream, not gave.
Sold it with truth of reality, of what I will do for you.
Except that don't represent, my admiration concerning you.
I can't begin to put in words or speak enough about my love.
You're my deepest fantasy.
You're my deepest love.
My inspiration like God above.
Yes, I'm confessing it.
Gonna keep on expressing it.
And you won't find me contesting it.
Let alone protest it.
Yes, I give you my love.
Its the only thing I want to give you constantly more of.
Cause you deserve so much more.
I'm so overjoyed to be the one you love.
For now and forever more.
Words, like I said can't express it.
Cause you deserve to feel it.
So every touch I give you.
Feel it.
Every kiss I give you.
Yes, feel it.
Everything I do.
Please feel it.
You deserve so much more.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
I'm a unique creation,
The only precious one in the universe;
Stardust coalesced and quickened by mysterious Life;
A product of a billion generations on this celestial sphere;
A result of myriad mating rituals conducted by a thousand species,
Each contesting an evolutionary battle for survival;
Each coupling succeeding in its primal urge
To replicate the life-giving source and reproduce;
Knowing, instinctively, that eternal existence is a stepwise process;
Knowing, too, the diversity of individuals propagates the One.
And now, four and a half billion years after conception,
Gaia's offspring can contemplate her glorious existence,
While speculating - reflexively, lethally - about the Sire.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Into this world came he,
This child, not wild, but beautiful,
The long awaited arrival,
Couldn't have ended any better;
Through the years, he grew,
Enough to see through dark patches,
And into a bearded youth, indebted,
To the graces of better offs;
Thus continued a struggle,
Between conscious good,
Or a pestering evil,
Contesting for time in the fore;
The fair kind caught his eye,
Stirred his inner workings,
His waist will dance to the rhythm,
Of one or two melodies of his choosing;
Responsibility came alongside,
Charged to forsake all else,
In the presence of know and unknown,
And none to make any objection;
In a few moons came tiny ones,
Spitting images of either ***
Left to wonder how on earth,
One should be blessed, or even at all?
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 8:32 AM UTC
Often I wonder how I would die
Despite knowing I could
I couldn't go any further than try
So I thought I'd rebel
Against those who suppressed me
Knowing if I do I'm viable for Hell
Eliminate those who wish to best me
Test me
Contesting
Everything I held dear in life
Target my family
And you're on my hit list
**** with my friends
And my arrows won't miss
My last show of defiance
To break an uneasy alliance
With people I gave a second chance
Who just let it fly past
Like ***** I don't hand these out freely
You must be insane to dis this completely
Turning my olive branch into a mockery
Well I can draw a sword and cut you up like piece of meat
So I figure when I eventually kick the bucket
I'll mess with the "best" to the point that they just say **** it"
And decide not to hurt anyone ever again
When they are six feet under due to long-time tradition
And when I decide it's time
I'll get myself something prime
Perhaps a strong drink with a splash of lime
And with a handful of pills sever my lifeline
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
But not any time soon,
It's still morning not noon
And I do not wish
For tears to storm like a monsoon
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 6:23 AM UTC
They drift, as do we, to and fro following the path drawn by the gods. Frozen in action, their pulling force, infinitely they orbit endlessly they fall. Opposing domains, night and day, mutually reliant by the recognition of the other. For if not for the sun dark would not be day. If not for the moon light would be night. A perpetual blaring of one reality. A world locked to a state. When then would the angels walk? Would the devils scour the Earth? It is the contesting force of day and night which defines the hells as dark and the heavens as light. The billion year dance, the age old fight. It is the moon to which we owe our morning, and the sun to which we owe our night. Around they dance, in perpetuity.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
the moon wrapped itself
around your face,
as if like a mask,
protecting you from the monsters,
hiding something that I still don't know,
as street lights dissolved,
silently, oh so quietly,
into the night sky,
contesting and wishing
to become the stars held together
with moments like this
and that and who and where:
I'm still
not there.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
I never really finish my poems
I just stop workin on them
I could just stop here but I feel I need to tell you something
I'm not confessing to anything
Last I checked you were contesting my every move
At first I felt like we were connecting
Now it turns out you were fakin it
I remember being happy tellin the guys I was wingin it
Do you remember our first song? Well I was singin it every morning
I pleasured watchin you yawning
Remember picnics watchin the sun dawning?
I swear girl that was the glory
But then you left, I aint mourning
Now that I think about it we were just *****
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC
A mind divided by choice
When the choice is not its own
A blazing light shrouded by cloud
Love of one
That does not love in return
Can never be returned
That feeling remains
Trapped in a limbo of desire
And control
Forever contesting which way
It may fall
To exist in love is to fall
Fall fall fall
Drift continuous ‘til space
And time are meaningless
Only tears fall as far as love
Subsumed into emptiness
That crowds the mind so full
There is no choice to fall
As there is in life
Only an awareness
As the light burns
It will scour mind clean
Until nothing remains
Alone in the dark
But still whole
That then is the choice
To surrender to love
And lose ourselves
Or to remain who we are
And go alone into the great dark.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Ethereal Prompt
Daylight has arrived the rooster
has crowed patches of blue are
contesting for a celestial space
but clouds always cheat because
they change the rules and move.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
Oh merry townsfolk of mirth and glee!
You have crossed the bridge beyond the sea
To a land where no one knows your name
Contesting to bring your town some fame
Giving evaluations & tickling some nerves
Finally waiting 'til the best judgement serves
Win or lose? Reflect your journey and you will see
No matter the situation, a winner thou shall be
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC