"generalised" poems
Thinking is an
overused
abused
undermined
misunderstood
under-understood
generalised
washed-out
Concept.
Language has killed it,
or rather people have.
The world now goes -
"Thinking is such a waste of time"
I am now thinking
how they got there
Without wasting their time.
What a waste of time!
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Hitherto I've been victimised,
My love has been plagiarised,
Claimed by men generalised.
I have loved her,
And lost her too.
Like I've in the past,
With other lovers.
I am a Nomadic Lover,
I know not what it is to be loved,
By young ladies I have only been cheated.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
When you were born, oh my dear,
No doctor—no midwife predicted,
But, oh my dear, you've been a granny,
All throughout, all throughout.
When I first saw you,
I wanted to take you home,
Adorable, lovable, and pure
I really did want to kidnap you.
Why, you ask me...
Look at yourself,
Those pure eyes,
That cute face,
And that cuddly body.
I saw you in 2024,
And you were 24 years old,
I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma.
No fun, no bun, no run.
Oh, Teddy, I so wish...
I hope that you realised it...
Your words hurt me...
How you compared hurt me...
You generalised my trauma,
How could you compare?
You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE,"
But you didn't stop there,
And you kept misbehaving...
If you never wanted to marry me,
You could've simply told your mom.
Off and on,
Undying spirit,
Not of positivity,
But of vengeance.
You never actually apologised,
So, I never forgave,
But it's hard,
Yes, it's so hard,
Hard to forget what we forged.
I had seen a world in your eyes,
In my mind, I had seen a future,
A future where you are with me,
A future where I train you, honey.
But why did we separate out?
C'mon now, tell me, why did we?
Couldn't you just be mine?
I wanted to live with you.
What was the need for separation?
I'm perplexed by how things went.
It was so right initially, the elation.
Why did the things prematurely end?
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC
Looking at hazy purple through bright pink eyes.
Dancing with soldier ants.
What a surprise.
Tickling yellow in a chilled out way.
Friday the last working day.
Off out to play.
Basking in the golden sun.
Fun day.
Breathing the green grass.
It's making me sneeze.
On oceans of blue.
The navy sails.
Warships, submariners.
Ensigns flying.
Blown on the wind
England expects.
Dare have no regrets of sailing the seas.
Nor flying the skies.
Surfing the internet.
Hunting hatred disguised
In generalised chatter.
A plane flies overhead.
Drops a bomb.
Boom boom, foreign friends dead.
Glad I'm indoors.
(c)Livvi
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
People don't like labels,
They don't like to be generalised,
Grouped in with everyone else.
Well I'd love one,
But I don't fit into any of them,
Which seems to hurt me more.
I need to understand,
I want something solid, real to hold on to,
To remind me someone knows how to help.
But it's the strange sense,
That I'm on my own, or that I'm too unique,
That gets me and brings me to tears.
I'd love a label,
But society doesn't have one for me,
Not quite.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
I yearned for your eyes for the longest time
I wanted to see you again.
I knew what you had done, but on some days, I just didn't care.
I never got to see you again
The memory of them
That picture in my mind, of your gorgeous, baby blue, crystal waters eyes, had faded.
I didn't picture them as often, I stopped thinking about them, and they faded.
They had faded so much, that when I went to think of those beautiful eyes of yours, all I could see was a random set of blue eyes.
My mind had just generalised that picture in my head of your eyes that there was just a random set of light blue eyes
Staring back at me, in the back of that classroom
in my memory
a.d.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
A black and white chess board
with only two pieces left fighting.
This is where I go, when I go.
A transparent room
with a transparent view of the earth
from above its crusty surface.
This is where I go, when I go.
A yellow cafè
where it's always midday
and the people serve heart pastries
for breakfast.
This is where I go, when I go.
Somewhere that let's me think
from an outsiders perspective.
Somewhere I don't have to live.
This is where I go, when I go.
Somewhere you don't exist,
where nobody exists,
where existence
isn't a generalised thing.
This is where I go, when I go.
Someplace far away.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
We see what we think we see
We react on what we feel
Thus it should not be generalised
As a good nor bad action
But as the actions of thee emotions,
So feel good and you shall do good
But feel dark and twisted and everyone around you shall suffer through pain covered In glistening gloom as the suffering dwell within your mind haunting every suvaneer of memory you have,
Think happy thoughts.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC
Back of the room, wallflower, seeing all desires.
A longing look, no, a platonic peek,
an alliterated sonnet generalised as a hello,
pining in clasped hands to avoid burning crimson.
Possibly unrequited, is one totally conceded?
Adolescent secrets in academic stature, controversy is afoot;
Never yours, always mine, promises drawn in the sand.
A rejected invitation, too scared to speak out;
Escapes, unequivocally, with flaming purples ebbing on electric blues.
Tells you no, I’m fine, though there is a fine line
between silently pleading and inwardly bleeding.
How can one be a listener when white noise is the focal?
The walls scream ****** ****** the tiles ooze secrets,
what happens between the first and last, well that is the question,
lay the roses and fly the flag, for he was not to blame.
Starting to break through, or so we thought;
Dazzling disorders glamorized wholly through the eyes of misconception.
The poor boy, they say, he should have known better,
Than to play with fire when he was already scarred,
So much affection with so little comeuppance.
Late nights with no calls,
Strangers turning into dust.
He wondered how he could look okay,
The one he once so dearly loved,
Crying his name in the dark of the night.
Not tonight my love, I have a date with the stars.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
I follow a generalised map
like you I often get lost in the detail
some I admit is fascinating
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC