"forgetter" poems
Open scars poured with liquid emotion
Potion
Elixir
Fixer
Forgetter
Step on toes and apologize later
Loose talker
Blinded intelligence
A pure soul and virtue of benign benevolence
I love you I hate you will you be my friend
Burn down the next liquid, my throat needs to mend
To spew out opinions and blind web read facts
You need to be my friend, I’m not what you think
I don’t stink
I don’t *****
I ***** a little
You do too
Just to have someone next to you
You swallow your pride and face what you see, but
It makes you feel whole to wake up next to me.
Tell me I’m beautiful tell me please
Tell me when you want me down on my knees
I slap you with putrid feelings of hate
That I drank to provide you with a willing debate: do I **** this ***** or get out while I can
But you’re only just a ***** lonely old man
I’m in your house so I can easily leave
But I won’t
Because you wanting me is such a reprieve
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
All the words you say should be listed as a crime
You can't seem to think and talk at the same time.
You babble like a brook after a horrendous flood
And look like an aging cow chewing her cud.
Somebody should have slapped a muzzle on you
Slapped your big **** a time or two.
If lying cost you money, it would be a great joke.
We'd all feel better and you would be broke.
You're a big fat liar,
Seldom speak the truth!
You're a total spoiled brat
Have been since your youth.
You've got a lousy rememberer
But a very strong forgetter.
You will always tell the lie
When the truth might fit you better.
If words made things happen
You might have a chance to be
The big shot you think you are
Instead of the reality.
You're a tinhorn snakeoil salesman
Like they had in olden days.
You long ago discovered that
Lying far too often pays.
You owe all your successes
To the fact that people trust.
They see a man in a costly suit
And they let him go for bust.
But, bust almost always
Means for anyone but you.
You only ever make a dime
If too many of us are coocoo.
You're a big fat liar,
Seldom speak the truth!
You're a total spoiled brat
Have been since your youth.
You've got a lousy rememberer
But a very strong forgetter.
You will always tell the lie
When the truth might fit you better.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
the bringer is forgetter and excitement,
a letter.
so I let her forget
as I rewrite the cleft
to the left-right bottom
of my
frontal lobe.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
I'm a natural forgiver
I don't linger onto my past problems
Or burn the bridges that caused them
I'm a natural forgetter
So natural my problems seem nonexistant
Evetually they resurface
Drowning out my sanity
And I could never find out why
Because I can't remember what caused these feeling in the first place
There's no use in the method of "Forgive & Forget"
Unless you take care of your issues
Take care of them
Take care of you
Take care
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
Elusive like butterflies in mad seasons of your forgetfulness
and as hard to claim, like piano notes
coming out awry.
I punch down but then, it's me who's the forgetter
that gravity is a friend, like you
and the ground will bed me down one day.
They tell me to avoid the counter-intuitive
and that twins and triplets hide the sharps
maybe, once a lifetime ago, we remembered.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
A password forgetter
I knew
asked me what could
they do?
I thought for a while,
then said
with a wry smile,
"Just get on the 'phone
to GCHQ!"
While reviewing new battle ships,
in fleet form on the river Rhine,
Angela Merkel, wanting to dine.
ordered on her mobile, calimara,
then overheard Barack Obama
suggest doughnuts, pizza and dips.
Angela retorted with Aw! Gee!
Barack, I know what you had for tea.
According to my twitters
at breakfast Putin had fritters.
You're wearing red boxers - I'm told;
Michelle's choice of knickers is gold.
TOBIAS
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
So my class had to do poems about a color
My poem really ******
I needed it to be fuller
I just needed to reconstruct
My color was green
I was going to choose black
But what can I say i'm a teen
I just got off track
Maybe one day i'm going to rewrite that poem
I'd try to make it better
I was being so dumb
I can't be a forgetter
Colors are hard to write a poem for
Especially when you don't know
It needed more
I went through with it though
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC