"improves" poems
I Craw in the Urban Jungle night after night, making shadows my best friend
Because my pale skin would get sunburn in the day time.
Many of you have read about me on the internet,
But don't know if we exist like the Yeti or Bigfoot
Every now and then you see photos of me and hear stories about our existence
But here I am, White, Nerdy and…. Nerdy
Nerdy like the Nerds falling out of the box and skipping on the floor of my lair
(or my parents basement whatever you call it).
Some moments you will find me praying to my shrine for my savior, Weird Al Yankovic
Many of you may call us “ Losers”
But let me take a moment to tell you why you are wrong, in every way.
First off, We are not losers we just win at things that you don't care about
Like the Rubik's Cube, Dungeon and Dragons, and Larping
We don’t care about making friends, getting the poo tang, or getting high off of our *****
No we are too occupied trying to plan how we will survive the zombie apocalypse,
Or debating on if Star Wars is better than Star Track.
We are too busy reading comic books, Leveling up our one handedness
On Skyrim of course.
You think that we are hideous,
But in all reality, my acne improves my defenses against mother nature,
My braces are actually tools that government uses so they can reflect solar flares back to space
I'm ugly because god decided to make me pick up girls on ******** mode because before you Meet me it was way too easy.
Many of you think that we are weak
I may have spaghetti arms, no abs, but you know what, no problem,
Because if you look at my shadow, you see someone that 10 feet tall and bulletproof
I am a nerd, hear me roar.
My roar breaks your paper thin confidence
As it just floats in the wind like leaves, leaving the tree in October
My roar will rock your house with all of your friends leaving you alone because in the end, you May be popular but lets be honest, who are your real friends?
Call me weak, I dare you
Being a nerd has taught me many things
Like don't eat cake because it is deceiving
And that Neo should of taken the blue pill
Because that movie series was terrible.
And that DC Comics is the best, ***** Marvel
But the one thing it taught me the most is that be proud of myself.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
My mom says "frick"
or "fiddlesticks"
even when kids aren't around.
She's holding in
some of that pure, unfiltered rage
each time a plate is dropped
or toe is stubbed.
If only she'd just shout "OH ****
she wouldn't lash out
at grandma or sob uncontrollably later.
Someone once said to me, **** you!"
and I was happy.
It means they won't ****** me in my sleep
because they expressed verbal and not physical rage.
I was happier when someone told me "go **** yourself"
because I went home and did just that.
Speaking of pleasure,
the act of *******
burns between 85-250 calories,
improves sleep & your immune system.
Google it.
I've been ******
a realization &/or learning experience
having gone broke without a way to pay rent
resulting in the lesson of moving back in with the parents.
We can get ****** up.
A couple too many tokes &/or shots of gin &/or punches to the face.
We learn the perils of excess.
In third grade, I was ****** up by a group of 6-7 kids.
I learned I never want to experience THAT
uncomfortable feeling again.
Why is **** such a bad word again?
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
Above the avatar, hovering
The gamer makes his moves,
Searching out cheats & shortcuts,
Leap-frogging levels his skill improves
But the integrity of the game
Says "find your own way through",
Searching each corner, gathering beans,
This is what one ought to do.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
ARTICHOKES are very nice roasted with pine nuts
Who likes BANANA cream pie?
They say that eating CARROTS improves your eye sight
Along the river Nile there are many DATE palms
ELDERBERRIES make a flavorsome wine
Piths from a FIG can easily get stuck between your teeth
Nape tape and shape all rhyme with GRAPE
HORSERADISH has a hot tangy taste
ICE-PLANT is a much used vegetable in Chinese cookery
The oil extract from JUNIPER BERRIES produces quine
My sister likes KALE steamed with lemon rind
It is so nice to munch on a LETTUCE leaf
MANDARINS are presently plentiful at the green grocer's
NEEPS can be mashed or left whole
On a hot summer day chilled ORANGE juice goes down well
Has anyone got a good PUMPKIN scone recipe?
Lashings of QUINCE jam were spread on my toast
The lady next door grows RHUBARB
SPINACH gave Popeye much strength
Smothering sausages in TOMATO sauce is sensational
UGLI is a member of the citrus family
In New Orleans you'll find fresh VELVET BEANS
WATERCRESS salad is so easy to prepare
XIGUA is a type of WATERMELON
YAMS are a staple of the New Guinean diet
ZUCCHINI bread is delicious fair
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
To Sing a Song
Of Love, full of Life
Consumes your Inner Carefree
And Compassion.
A Distinct Act of Tones
Bond into One
Notes which blend those Tunes
And squeezes Music-Juice.
A Happy Sound for All
To which when Played,
And Played,
And Played again
It is Finished. But not all.
It stands Forever; Lurking always
In your Memory
A Dainty Feeling to One's Heart
From the very Start
Till the End of your Time.
A Magical Compensation
To Children, Men
Or even to Animals
And Plants who could Hear,
And Feel,
The Warmth of a Song.
The Feelings it Brings,
Is Now and Forever,
Joy and Happiness to All
To Summer, to Fall,
To Winter, to Spring,
And to Everyone's Ears can hear,
And wear,
Like a Ring.
A Gem from your Mouth,
Eaten in Past Times
As One Grows and Improves
The Stamina
It becomes a Jewel
Which can sparkle when opens,
And closes,
And opens again.
It's Fun to know
Why many People would Show,
And Portray,
A Song,
A Grace,
A Feeling,
A Wonder,
A Mystery,
A Medicine for Sadness to All.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
Profanity profanity there's nothing like profanity
A cheeky T@@@ a silly cow we just can't stop them coming out
A quick F@@@ off, a ***** yourself
Improves the mood like nothing else
But wait!
It's really better still when alcohol helps the thrill
A sentence made of many c@@@ and f@@@s
That grammar simply can't construct !
But you my friend have drunk tourettes
You swear and curse amongst the best
The more you drink the more you cuss
You really are a social plus!
In front of kids and grannys too
You just cant stop your verbal puke
I've learnt words in groups I can't describe
Your mouth shouts out in awe and pride
You simply are an ignorant pig
Who needs carbolic in your grid!
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 12:42 PM UTC
It’s crazy how what I’ve learned is not from homework or tests,
but from simply being present and learning from life’s jests.
It’s crazy how tough times form the strongest ties.
And it’s crazy how the hardest cries lead to the loveliest highs.
It’s crazy how a look says more than a voice,
and how it’s our heart that always pulls when presented with a choice.
It’s crazy when people can connect with just a simple glance,
and when you truly fall in love there’s no risk in taking a chance.
It’s crazy how a message can hit you straight in the heart,
and do the same for others even if they’re in places miles apart.
It’s crazy how a game can transcend cultures and races,
uniting nations and peoples of all colors of faces.
It’s crazy how religion can restrict spiritual revelation,
but science proves divine meditation improves human elevation.
It’s crazy how world leaders are elected by wealth,
while the purpose they share is distant from human kind’s ultimate health.
It’s crazy when you realize all the worlds’ problems and see the solution clear as day,
and everyone around you can relate to your thoughts in some way.
It’s crazy how the answers were within us along.
It’s crazy when we realize we’re all singing the same song.
It’s crazy when we say something so profound,
that everyone around,
stops and listens,
knows its truth,
and in that moment,
that crazy thought
becomes the real you.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
Where jungles stood
Great cities rise
On desert wasteland
New farmland lies
Where man aspired
To rearrange
He dreamed a dream
And made a change
His mind is such
A shaping force
You wonder why
Man treds a course
Indulging pride
Enslaved to greed
For inexorably
They lead
To mercenary depths
So deep
His God must sit alone
And weep
As man improves
Each varied part
Except for his
Primeval heart
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 8:14 AM UTC
1. If it doesn't take place at 4 in the morning, immediately change the setting.
2. You should center all your work. Centering makes the piece unique and improves readability.
3. You should invoke the idea of The Mask. Paul Laurence Dunbar didn't do it well enough.
4. One word lines improve readability and do a great job of making emphasis. Use them a lot.
5. On the other hand, really long lines explain points wonderfully. Feel free to be essentially prosaic.
6. The subject should be obvious and everyday, that way everyone can easily understand what you're trying to say. Subtext is dated.
7. Confessions and heartbreak are unique to you.
8. Not editing makes the work extremely human and relatable.
9. Emoticons and the ilk are the cutting edge of the English language. Feel free to use them without reservation.
10. Rhyme scheme doesn't need meter.
11. Making a word into waterfall letters tells the reader you're falling apart (See #3).
12. Journals, diaries, blogs and Tumblr are old news when it comes to venting. Write an angry poem about your day instead.
13. You're probably going mad according to the DSM-5. Definitely write about that.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Traces of lassitude
Slow down to cruising,
Warmth of the whiskey
Ameliorates bruising.
Putting the feet up
Makes it inane,
That I'm subtly aroused
In mouthing your name.
Subtle arousal
In tracing the line
Of your thin cotton ******
With fingertip fine,
And watching the smile
Slide up to your eyes,
See the blend of your blushing
In murmured surprise.
Oh the glorious sunset
Streams in through the glass
And the shades refracted
Nicely contour your ***
And the whisky is mellow
The mood is sublime,
So the promise of evening
Improves with time.
With serpentine moves
And the grace of an snake,
You uncoil to your feet
And you make your escape.
Mouthing thin fabrications
And utter wee fibs,
You flee back to your hearth
And your husband and kids.
Solace alone Baby,
Solace alone,
With frustration and whisky
All the lonely way home.
As the penitent thoughts
Percolate through unseen,
My sad mind lingers
On what might have been.
Marshalg
@theBach
Mangere Bridge
27 January 2010
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC
I've always thought of you
But the thought of loosing you,
Has driven me to pharmaceuticals.
Quit, I know I oughta to,
But I just feel the benzos pulling through,
What the Hell shall I do?
So I try to play it down,
Even though its only opie
It still aint half as bad as brown.
Lets lighten it up,
Don't wanna be no dope fiend
But like a pent up bull to red
I head straight for the shop bought codeine
Oh cody, you don't make me swell,
If anything man, you make my being well,
For that small amount of time
I feel I can take on the world
Until I get to tomorrow and I feel I've created Hell!
All the things we do,
Just so we can feel the warmth,
Finding our little cliques,
Just by the way we talk.
Have you tried this,
This ones hit and miss,
Mix it in with this,
For eternal bliss.
Now I've heard it all before
Nothing improves and nothing changes,
But there's something in the brain
That promises you can catch that Dragon once again.
The Dragon flies high
With the fire in his belly,
But you haven't any,
So why you trying to catch him.
(So why do you even try).
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
You require at least three similes.
A metaphor or two.
This section needs more sibilance,
and another allegory on alliteration too.
Creative writing
now a standardized test
where a poet seems
to do slightly poorer than the rest.
You receive a checklist, told
bye and buy the book.
Drain away the colours upon your pencil
or face the examiners sickle and hook.
Creative writing
now a slog a convoluted use and reuse
of that which
"improves"
your descriptions and inscriptions.
You need a conclusion.
something befitting a happy end.
Try anything smart
and a bad grade i'll be "sure to send."
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
Walking is the king of exercises
It suits different age groups
And is useful for both genders
Its results are unbelievable wonders
Walk for five kilometers a day
And keeps the doctor away
You need not run like a race
But can walk at your own pace
Walking relieves your hypertension
And keeps your heart in good condition
It is a must for a diabetic
And is possible for a paralytic
It improves your vitality
And enhances your longevity
You can walk preferably in the morning
Or at least in the evening
Walking removes your bad cholesterol
And saves the consumption of petrol
Why do you eat carcinogenic fast foods in a pub?
Why don’t you join a walkers’ club?
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 10:24 PM UTC
Timothy Baxter: An intellectual genius with the emotional intelligence of a five year old
so thank you for these closed lips
and thank you for the impeccable hair line
thank you for the one too many thoughts keeping me up at 4 AM
thank you for my 5'7 stature
and thanks for all the self-loathing
thanks for the rent
and thanks for making me love hating responsibility
thank you
Mary Hartley Baxter: not one who came from white picket fences and Sunday drives. A giver. A lover. A control freak
Thank you for these psyche wrecking nerves
the bowling ball taking up permanent residence in the pit of my stomach
Thank you for teaching me how to treat women
and thank you for the stubbornness which allows this arrogance
thank you for keeping my feet attached to planet earth
while my head sails among the billowing clouds
for telling me how handsome I am
thank you for teaching me what it means to be in a family
thank you for letting me be a loser sometimes
thank you
Harry J Baxter: the heroic coward with a funny joke in bad taste and the right words for the wrong times
anti hero of a story nobody else is aware of
thank you for abusing all those pesky substances, they surely deserved it
thank you for the black lungs
thank you for speeding down dead end lane at five hundred miles an hour
thank you for remembering your helmet
thank you for saving all the words we never said to those we love
thank you for hiding from the unknown to avoid the scars of failure
thank you for getting those scars anyway
just so we knew what they felt like
thank you for the writer's block.... You ************
but in all seriousness,
thank you for building up your tolerance to beatings
because they will continue until morale improves
thank you
It's a strange place - the real world - monsters lay in wait in every shadow around every corner
and yeah, you aren't the human being 2.0
but you're prepared enough to board up the windows before the hurricane
and Mum, Dad,
I can talk all the **** in the world
but all of it would be empty
because for as ****** up as I am
as ****** up as you both certainly are
we've made it this far
and god **** it
I can't see our sun setting anytime soon
so my naturally adapted cynical sarcasm behind me
Thank you for loving me no matter what
even when the well was so dry love was hard to find
Thank you.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
You look broken- hearted, teary eyed at the covers of a magazine,
With eyes wide, you exclaim, "Oh my! I will never be such a beauty Queen!
"Oh that pretty face! I would **** to be her!" ,you begin to wish,
A second later, you let out a sad sigh, rating yourself a mere *******
But why is it, that your own reflection , you hate?
Is it because of what you see everywhere, a beauty that is fake?
Did you forget, oh my pretty little ,insecure thing,
That you are His creation, a beautiful state of being?
Are you insecure about the whites and reds that ,
covers any 'beautiful' 'perfect' women's face?
Then, what is your say about that genuine smile,
that needs no make up, and improves your grace?
Are you scared , because people throw accusing glares at you,
The ones that accuse you, of being a person of words few?
Then, wouldn't you like to answer them with your eyes,
pretty as always as they are, for they even speak out volumes?
You sob to yourself because you are not the 'Size Zero' type,
and because it is the latest trend, too much of which is a hype?
But, what about those noble hands, and a loving heart,
That you are gifted with, for love is what they impart?
It is true that, beauty does count for something in life,
But, why to achieve something superficial, should there be a strife?
All you need in life, oh my pretty little, insecure thing,
is the inner beauty, that spreads love, my beautiful state of being!
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
This is about a friend who inspires me. a single mum, though not through choice; working as an escort, though not through any real choice . . I could have written about her daily grind, stubborn persistence, commitment . . though, when i babysat for her, i grew to know a different side of her, so . .through her daughters eyes, I'd like you to meet my amazing friend
Constance
Her blocks are the building of my life....
Her palate ? . . A rainbow of crayons,
Glitter for stars upon sparkling smiles.
Pride set . . Within my sunrise eyes.
Her strength . . my faith . . In a Mothers arms
This worker bee queen pollenates my mind
With fine aspirations . . We Blossom . . I bloom
This bagel baking children's entertainer . .
My Educator . . Guardian of the School gates . .
My Guiding and providing angel
Wears Big Girl Pants . . with sassy pride
In the absence of an insufficient man . .
Never complains
Who, when I ask why . . Asks why not ?
Chides my moods and minds me kind . .
Listens . . and listens . and listens and listens . .
Tells cinema for bedtime stories ,
Giggles when I wobble ,
Tickles outrageously,
Ties her smile . With a lipstick bow
She Breathes gentle truths . .
Dries my tears discreetly . .
Proves and improves her worth
Everyday . . She's A . . . Sunny side up
Spaghetti hoop spell and
My Candy-floss Mind spins
Glistens . . with Magic
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
Life on this Earth is very brief
We get mirth as well as grief
For this Cosmos God is the chief
He knows when to give relief
He puts soul into the body
To watch He is ever ready
He at last gives a remedy
Occur tragedy and comedy
He controls the entire Cosmos
He is truly the exclusive boss
He is in charge of profit and loss
Inscrutable are His Divine laws
He exercises fullest control
In the placement of soul
None knows His ultimate goal
He gives to every soul a role
Surely we can end an ant
Or destroy a helping plant
Or a mantra we can chant
Alms to the poor we can grant
Our freedom is wisely restricted
Actions are by our will effected
Noble souls are by God protected
Truth is by Him perfectly detected
The smallest creature also moves
Soul is there it strongly proves
In this way our doubts God removes
Our trust in God like this improves
Death makes the soul exit
Birth helps the soul visit
To live God will permit
Its need, end will submit
What pleasure God derives?
Why a soul here arrives?
Why God creates lives?
Why forever nothing survives?
Answers can surely be one day found
But, a soul must reach the burial ground
Its body must never at all move around
Great revelations will come to astound.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 8:19 AM UTC
He is a force of nature. I'm usually too
scared to react to people, if I'm alone, but
I did then 'cause I was sat on my own and
he seemed to take that as a good omen.
I was waiting for someone, as ever,
sitting and thinking about **** like how
some artists work better when they're drunk.
And a picture you start with improves so,
with a picture like this standing there,
you'd call it dappled gold, like cider
or with clarity like a martini if
getting ****** on your own was romantic.
But by this point, with the drinks I'd had,
he could have had any face or form
and I still would have danced with him.
There was no romance in this.
He decided to stop dancing at some point,
apparently he dislikes the things that
are good for us. He'd say dark stuff like that.
'What's the point in your tomorrow?' like
he'd prefer to think about my yesterdays.
Whatever happened in between this time
and the time it took to get me outside
must have been boring as **** because
he watched me light a cigarette, eyes
huge and saying nothing, apart from
'when will you stop flirting with me?'
because I asked him to dance again.
I checked, told him I had twelve
cigarettes left and no sense of self
preservation.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
I am the Robot with the improbable dream:
I want to be human, the hominid supreme.
Yet, I plead for this with silent screams
For I am only a machine.
I am thoroughly dysfunctional,
Defective, inept, delusional,
Pathetic and utterly unusable,
Inadequate and artificial.
I'm synthetic, poorly composed of alloys,
Crudely manufactured and wasting away.
My will to endure has long been destroyed.
I await my welcome decay.
Bestowed upon me is an incessant sorrow
From years of feeling used and borrowed.
Life never improves, not now, not tomorrow,
So I am devoid of hope; I'm hollow.
I'm riddled with inane fears and faulty gears,
And I'm rusting further over the years.
I anticipate a merciless demise,
But I no longer suffer from the need to survive,
For I experience chronic strife;
I have the impossible desire to teem with life.
With monotony, this dream I have sought,
For I will never accept that I am naught but a robot.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Slow like a turtle
Improvement has sneaked it's
Way by me
I've induced myself to seek
Succore if needed
& always pray
God is life
Least for me
Improves
Hasty
From ur word choice
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Hey there beautiful people. Today we look into the hidden benefits of eating a chocolate. Chocolate as we know is made up of Cocoa beans, cocoa butter, sugar, milk powder or alternative mylk (if it’s a milk chocolate), and sometimes an emulsifier. No doubt it is full of calories and people who are overweight should be careful while eating it, it has many healthy advantages for a human body.
1.THE HAPPINESS:
This is most obvious one, who does not feel happy and satisfied after eating a bar of chocolate? It happens due to the release of dopamine ( the happy chemical) in the brain which brings feeling of satisfaction and cheerfulness.
2. LOWERS BLOOD PRESSURE
3. IMPROVES HEART HEALTH:
The antioxidants present in the chocolate reduces the risk of blood clotting and improves the blood circulation to heart.
Oct 12, 2021
Oct 12, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
Chin up
What are you looking down on for?
I heard you were the winner of this contest
Why down
When you are already in the up
Your life is as high as the clouds
Tiptoeing on the gold
When every floor shines to you
People latch on you like a magnet
Hoping to leech off some basket of your talent
To me and the eyes of the envy, that is not humility
It is nothing but vanity
You have the neatest work
Organized and logical
Most understandable and desirable
You have the cheeriest face and smile
You have the coolest of fiercest lies
You have done the impossible
You have the peaceful of memorable
You have the breath freshing life
You have a simple but satisfying affection
You have somebody willing to sacrifice for you
Best of both worlds connection
You do not have a broken brain
That fluctuates on every thought train
To me, I see rain
Instead of the bow's grains
You do not faint
In world's every little madness added with vain
You stay rooted on your spot
Defending yourself even when the fire's hot
Dare playing forget-me-not
I ask myself everyday
Why cannot I be strong?
Why cannot I be independent?
Why cannot I be more talented?
Why cannot I be clean?
Why cannot I be innocent and still loved?
Why do I keep thinking?
Why cannot I just stop?
Why am I surviving?
Why
Why cannot be like them?
Why cannot I be like you
Always never enough
Improves but fails
Told to be yourself but I am tired of doing both the appropriating and the disappointing
Always hurt
Always inviting pain
Nothing to gain
With my self pitying
With my self degrading
Demotivating this miserably, hopelessly beating, drowsing heart
As I long stare on
Is it me
Is it you
Is it everybody
That I am crying out for this?
Repeating the celebrity thinking
To prevent sinking
You have to keep sailing in everyone's mingling
To forget what you are actually dancing
What you are living
Until you are completely failing
Fading
Because we are all missing something
Then blame it on everything
It is hard to maintain the:
"Just sing and soon everyone will respect you."
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC
Don't get too confident
Somebody will make you tumble off to the side
It's just how this ride
Of the wave and momentum goes
You have to embrace it
Or it will devastate anything you thought you had
Don't question it
Just imagine yourself as the best you can be at the moment
Ignore the other lights
Just ingest and harvest the energy you have
To illuminate the rest of the space
And become a better version of a flawed creation
Improve your relations
With the neighbors
They might be a good reason your future
Improves
Don't try to disprove
Me
You know if you keep comparing
You will be staring
At only the dirtiest pair of eyes
And the sane humans can only handle the most devious of eyes for only so long.
Add your own theme
But do not fall for the scheme
That tries to entrench itself within everyone.
You might find yourself feeling like a trillion
Or a praised pavilion
But one day you will be intimidated to such a point that you'd question your worth with the very bottom layers of the dirt
My one condensed way of shortening this piece
Don't.
Life is all about mentality and choices.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC