"imprudent" poems
I'm sorry!
for not talking to you all these years.
I don't know the reason,
Maybe because I was disillusioned,
or may be because I misjudged,
and I was imprudent.
But that day when I heard you name,
I couldn't stop myself from talking to you.
I found myself in the memory lane,
and all divergence creating reminiscence.
Tears rolled at the pace of the emergence;
of all memories sweet and bitter.
I made a good decision and talked to you,
never expected you to take it so lightly
as if nothing
ever happened between us,
You are the best brother ever,
but neither I am nor I was a good sister.
I'm sorry!
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
she reads books and she plays music
the cute, innocent
clumsy girl
with freckles on her cheeks
you like to read and listen to music
the cool, handsome
sweet-talking man
who likes freckles on her cheeks
[ or at least you said you did ]
she rolls her eyes at your compliments
the cautious, bright
guarded girl
with curiosity in her eyes
you lay them on thick
the certain, sharp
imprudent man
with hidden agendas on your lips
she lingers a little longer
in hopes of crossing your path throughout the day
she laughs at your jokes
and you know they're not funny
she sings for you in the car because
you like her voice
[ or at least you said you did ]
she's become good at excuses
the hopeful, naive
kind-hearted girl
with sureness in her words
you soak them up
the stark, ill-intentioned
vacant boy
with uncertainty in your voice
she gave all she had to care for you,
the smooth, clever
self-serving boy
you convinced her that you loved her
[ or at least you said you did ]
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
There was an Old Person of Chili,
Whose conduct was painful and silly,
He sate on the stairs,
Eating apples and pears,
That imprudent Old Person of Chili.
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to ones wronged or irked by some stupid bullsh#t
and who may have an itch to do some ruin—
—ation, e.g., shoot some bullets
all the imprudent bullies
and corrupt ****** contributing to in—
—justice will do as ones to subject to a punishment
[mafias & agents of authoritarian regimes]
and if you are one of 'em
a few words regarding your funeral
[if there will be one]
hope it will be at odds with the usual
it should be a carnival to the bone
whether or not that is suitable
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Old Pantaloons, a Chiasmus
by Michael R. Burch
Old pantaloons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to feel
that which they long most to steal.
Old ***** loons are soft and white,
prudent days, imprudent nights
when fingers slip through drawers to steal
that which they long most to feel.
Keywords/Tags: chiasmus, pantaloons, ***** loons, ******* pun, wordplay, underwear, fetish, lingerie, pervert, perverts, **********
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
I loved you strong, with all the recklessness I possessed,
Yearned to share with you all I had to confess.
Believed it would be palliated in your pristine hands,
Watched it slip through your fingers like worthless sands.
Enamoured and imprudent, I jumped right in,
Unaware your depths were too shallow to swim.
Naïveté; my judgement had faltered,
All of my worth lay bare, and you resigned, unaltered.
Gave everything I knew with nothing left in reserve
Long forgotten it was me I should serve.
It was a hope laced channel for all the healing I desired
but you were inept at radiating the compassion required.
No understanding for this fragile task in proposition,
A rare gift to be cherished that you gave no recognition.
And there was too much exposed for you to forsake,
Too much that wasn’t earned; my calamitous mistake.
For these blood stained bones you lacked the tools to unearth,
You were never the answer to my rebirth.
Gravely inexperienced for this feat,
Your heart was too sheltered
and your mind too weak.
I gave you completely this intimate token,
But you failed to see how I was broken.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:24 AM UTC
If charged particles are not guilty of existence, why would anyone be? Man who holds book or man who holds gun, the choice is neither obvious or attenuated. Reactionary causes rash tactlessness. Still, proof must be exposed. Who will avenge a payback unpunished? How to take satisfaction in evening the score, when so many more will fall before any justice will cure the lure to revenge? It depends, on how charged particles defend, or how you decipher foe from friend. Call upon prudence, or we shall see no end. Precaution is canniness in your own circumspection. Please use forethought for neither the neutron or proton are happy with these electrons.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
I'm ruptured whole and am considered
inadequate
as my
amygdala slides through the trachea drops to my ventricles falls through the aorta plunges to my diaphragm hits the esophagus crashes to my phalanges. There is no hope.
May I hold something over your cranium?
May I remind you of your neuron imbalance? And yet
you sit and
watch as
my septum separates from the left atrium from the right ventricle from the bicuspid from the tricuspid from the pulmonary semi-lunar valve.
I love you. (Stupid cerebral cortex.)
I love you. (Imprudent Broca's area.)
I love you. (Hopeless frontal lobe.)
I love your nonfunctional mind and functional soul and
Well
this is all a metaphor for unrequited love.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
I’m so tired of being the one on the ground,
With so many people surrounding me, yet nobody noticing I’m there
And then just stepping all over me, and not even apologizing once they’ve stepped on my insides.
Now I’m internally bleeding.
I'm tired of crying an ocean.
Then when people go to the beach, excited to splash in the water, they don’t.
Because they get scared of the monsters in the water.
I'm tired of screaming my lungs out for help.
Because whilst I’m pleading for help, everybody hears
Silence.
I'm tired, I'm so tired of nobody listening.
I have cried out too many times:
“Please, I need somebody!”
And all you do is walk along.
To you this is just writing, a poem, literature.
To me? It's me pouring my sorrow heart out
Hoping, with the last grain of hope in me, that somebody will listen.
I don’t need you to understand what I’m going through.
I don’t need you to understand my pain.
I don’t even need you to say anything in return.
I'm just...
So tired of cutting my arms and legs for other people
And not even getting a thank you or a nod of the head.
I am not asking you to rip your heart out your chest
And replace it with mine,
Because that will never relieve the pain buried into my soul.
I'm just asking and begging
Please just listen,
Just listen…
The unhappiness inside me is getting to my head.
It’s controlling the monsters I’ve been wanting to drown for so long.
They found a loophole and now they’re swimming in my mind.
Some have escaped my mind and are whispering in my ear.
Telling me to let it be.
I don’t want to let it be!
Please, I just want to be free…
I could rip your ears away from your imprudent mind
And pour my heart out until your eardrums can't take it,
And you would just go with your day as if all there ever was
Was silence.
The pain is there,
Even though I smile.
But the beasts do not want that no longer.
I just need somebody
To please just
Listen.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose
What ne’er was meant for other ears;
Why thus destroy thine own repose,
And dig the source of future tears?
Oh, thou wilt weep, imprudent maid,
While lurking envious foes will smile,
For all the follies thou hast said
Of those who spoke but to beguile.
Vain girl! thy lingering woes are nigh,
If thou believ’st what striplings say:
Oh, from the deep temptation fly,
Nor fall the specious spoiler’s prey.
Dost thou repeat, in childish boast,
The words man utters to deceive?
Thy peace, thy hope, thy all is lost,
If thou canst venture to believe.
While now amongst thy female peers
Thou tell’st again the soothing tale,
Canst thou not mark the rising sneers
Duplicity in vain would veil?
These tales in secret silence hush,
Nor make thyself the public gaze:
What modest maid without a blush
Recounts a flattering coxcomb’s praise?
Will not the laughing boy despise
Her who relates each fond conceit—
Who, thinking Heaven is in her eyes,
Yet cannot see the slight deceit?
For she who takes a soft delight
These amorous nothings in revealing,
Must credit all we say or write,
While vanity prevents concealing.
Cease, if you prize your Beauty’s reign!
No jealousy bids me reprove:
One, who is thus from nature vain,
I pity, but I cannot love.
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(Song for the Genteel Salesman Blocking My Path Each Time)
If only you knew.
Beneath blonde, rebonded locks
Curled extroverted lashes
Cemented titanium dioxide
Plastered patient breathless pores
Lips-wine-red
Nose elongated,
Dark strokes imprudent
Cleopatric windows to
Sadness of soul.
Maverick femininity in
Saccharine swan-like greeting
If only you knew.
Eden was perfect paradise
She who was crafted
Immaculately from your rib
She was your Soulmate
You were Beloved
Protector, keeper,
Nourisher of her being
If only you knew.
You are treasured by Him
Who fashioned you
Out of mud
Breathed life into your nostrils
From nothingness
You were imago dei.
You were anointed shepherd
Of all that lived
Moved; slid.
You were perfect
Majestic in Truth
You were imago dei
As you should have been
And can still be.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
*Aimless wander
In the unfathomed depths
I drove into the walls of truth
And
Disentangled my mind
From the imprudent rationalisation
Of the subjective.*
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
What a joyous morning smile
Waking up to beauty
Rolling out of bed
To find myself alone
Closets are empty as I search
Leaving me with shredded threads
And scraps of dispair
Hangers
Are her symbol of imprudent
Reackless cuts with scissors
We shared a magic moment
Pouring wine from the finest vintage
Across the land
Toasting
This magnificent creature
While I'm seduced as a drunk
We slumbered as one
But passionate as jackals
A night of remembrance
Has jeopardized me
How can I repay the apparels of a friend?
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 5:54 AM UTC
Acute to the place from where my regret will stem
It's 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
Anxiety floods my synapses
Regret is a dish best served deceived
With my own two ears, I heard the truth
But, I still had not believed
I speak from a place of squandered ambition
Of fecklessly feeble, and imprudent volition
I buried my treasure, and forgot where it was when I turned around
Indulging my sloth, my lust, and pride
My conscience was seemingly silent
Though many times, I should have died
I sold my costly soul at once, to buy a gin and tonic
Hello my name is Adam, and I'm a hopeless alcoholic
So, at 4:30 AM: my thoughts condemn
And, my tenuous will fell asleep already...
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 7:57 AM UTC
*If I must forget you
convince me
that love is the hollow
of words unwritten
Remind me
that thoughts are a trespass
all things unwanted
Whisper a word in the wrong place
a misstep towards a Thursday
torn from the walls in May
Teach me
to think love
an inconvenience
an imprudent heartbeat
at the wrong time of day
Show me
what I must forget*
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
There was an old person of Slough,
Who danced at the end of a bough;
But they said, 'If you sneeze,
You might damage the trees,
You imprudent old person of Slough.'
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Stale air
Broken trust to mend
Unwanted glares
Lips once shared
And you dare to pretend.
But not regretted
No, I once confessed it
As you declared the fibs of one's direction.
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
*Is it really any wonder
That we court the God of war ?
When a man offends in innocence
With imprudent comments poor,
When the slightest altercation
Leads to seeking of red blood,
And grudges borne with vehemence
Paste protagonists with mud.
Why is it that we tip toe
Through the fragileness of life ?
How is it that you rage
When he glances at your wife ?
What generates the jealousy
Of competitive bright flame
And activates the trigger
In the deadly baiting game ?
Why should we seek redemption
When the way is set in stone,
When antagonistic temperament
Is the customary way home,
When the flare of angry attitude
Leads the bearer to abyss
And inevitable conflict
Throws all reasoned thought amiss ?.
Reflect on how protracted
Is the winding road to love,
How long to place the building blocks
Of friendships’ hand in glove,
How gradual the process
Of steady cultivating trust
To the wondrous actuality
Of a brother bond that must.
Why does the God of war surmount
Mans best and dearest quest
To find a peace and harmony
Despite discords’ very best,
To live his days in certitude
Sidestepping risk of harm
To work toward tomorrows’ dawn,
And evening’s soothing charm.
Shatter prides absurdity
To dare to breach the norm,
To reach aloft for courage
And scale the unknown’s form.
To rail against mans’ enmity
To flail against his foe
To conquer human natures‘ worst
This beast of war must go!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
21 June 2010*
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
To me
Words-
when used wisely and with great conviction
Are the epitome of passion and life
They will never cease to flow through my veins
Words will stay with me to help ease the trouble in my mind-
The stinging ache-
Purging them onto paper when the rest of the silhouettes have proven to be misleading and entirely imprudent
To me
They will always be
The essential ingredient to my life
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
I am not sure of my emotions.
They are running rampage in my head,
and my chest feels constricted,
as if it is about to burst at any given second.
I am not sure if I am sad, angry, or maybe depressed.
I am mostly unsure as to why I am feeling such conflicted emotions.
Am I sad because if we cross paths ever again
that there will not be hugs be given, or tears shed?
Am I angry at what I see on how you are living your life?
Can I even describe it in a single word?
Imprudent?
Am I depressed because I see you are completely lost
and I can't do a single thing?
Lord knows I've tried.
I am confused.
Why?
Why do you hurt me in this way?
But you do not know how much this hurts me.
So how could I blame you?
But how I can not blame myself for not thinking?
If I were to have just spoke up.
I knew.
I knew all along.
We were always in the wrong,
But we never did anything about it.
I never did.
You did not want to.
I want to hate you.
After seeing the way you speak,
It makes me physically sick,
I have never seen so much disrespect and filth infiltrate your blood,
and now it lives in your veins.
I never thought I could despise you, or rather your current personality.
You are not the same person that you used to be.
Or maybe I was just too blind to see you for who you really were.
I regret ever inviting you into my life.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
A ride down memory lane,
Is needles and pain,
The anxiety and the suicidal acts,
It makes you want to attempt,
How I wonder,
I was so imprudent and absurd,
To even do such work,
Irresponsible and immature.
I really need to move on,
And start a new life,
One with tranquility and independence,
A dignified yet personified life,
In defiance of my act,
In leadership of my say,
And thoughts that may not go astary,
For I need to relish,
To ponder and work on myself,
To lead a good and non materialistic life.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
How to come to terms with the pain inside
when hurt goes deep, when hurt spreads wide
and where to turn, in whom to confide
this was all that remained, for me to decide
A decision I made, of which I took in stride
though standing there alone, silently, I cried
knocking on her door, that cold winter night
as soon as I saw her, could not tell if it was right
That night was a test, trying to put my pain aside
accepting deep in my heart, it might forever reside
but the power of these feelings, inside of me took hold
consumed by a single desire, with her alone to unfold
Eye to eye we did meet, although our words were few
telling her of my sorrow, her reaction I then knew
those tears in her eyes, hurt me most of all
regret for having once left her, how I felt so small
Taking her hand in mine, never again to let go
kissing her tenderly, irrepressible tears did flow
my imprudent heart, would no longer do her wrong
whispering to her my love, forever my only song
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Grim Raven- vaunt at the right time
To salvage my corpse from my last lie
I honored my fractured vision
And forgot my righteous mission
I played imprudently with demons
Brewing many wagers with the abyss
I slipped at the cap ‘sheaf of madness
And was beset by my fellow hellions
They all want me to help them
And can’t see that I’m a weapon
It’s obligatory I’ll eventually explode
I’m sorry this was never my goal
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC
Sit in the saturated twilight
Wind down the taxed eyes
Take one rooted breath
Open the extensive world in the mind
Pale emotions locked by weakness
Only the key of virtue can open
To discharge the stout sting on the spine
Filled with warm crimson candy
Vibrant green embers release
Around the staggering brain
Like nimble mating fireflies
Lighting the brittle inner land
Feather floating thoughts
Powered by an emotion’s spirit
Each a memory; choice or inferior
Brought out again by keen thinking
Sometimes in an imprudent world
It is tough to get to a state of relax
Which clutters the memory of mind
Until that deep respiration is contained
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
Unrising are the veiled and cimmerian tempos of old
Unfound this day the nonsensical dogma which bore no fruit
Depleted is the offering of your beating and benevolent inclination
Squandered by the imprudent man as it were dust- ashes to ashes
Left now at the tip of the tongue are no more words
Only the actions of the heart
the visions of the mind
the longing of the soul
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 3:41 AM UTC