"ineptly" poems
when i fall,
i don't just fall in love.
clumsily, i stumble
down and then i land
awkwardly and graceless,
stuttering utterly at the foot
of a handsome man,
blundering an apology
out of breath, ineptly
embarrassed about
my shaky hands,
clambering
to dust myself off,
all the while, i try,
desperately, to stand
wishing i could disappear,
i rise as quickly as i can
waving off any helping hand
so he doesn't see
how incredibly stupid
i must be
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
Gently you patted my cheek,
with a tenderness piquant,
not known hitherto to us both.
Those quivering long fingers
exude motherliness,I miss ever after,
my mom has gone to her last pilgrimage,
And I crave for at moments of pain intense.
From the layers of memory darkened
by distance,I recover that feeling,
to place you instantly at a level higher,
than that of a sultry lover to whom
desire than anything higher binds together.
In to my lackluster eyes, you peer,
see the ineptly hidden drop of tear,
in the corner shivering plaintively
before rolling down to lose forever,
it's in the memory of my mother,
who rhythmically tapped my back,
led me to the cozy cloud of sleep,
when outside raged the rain storm,
I now gather, to a women I owe
when, time after time she takes
another avatar, of my mother,
momentarily, at times,when earth slips,
from under the feet
unexpectedly.
You did see the storm raging
inside and the child looking for solace.
You hold me close to your *****
and I travel to a world gone by again
even when wolves howl refusing to sleep.
and let me doze off to wake up in another world!
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
Numb feels ineptly
Nobody
Nothing
Empty.
Numb has a feeble spirit
Numb is numbing
Numb
******* needy
Numb
It runs swiftly
Flows freely
Numb
approaches the needy
Ever so quickly.
It thinks of him
And deprives me
Of breathing
Numb watches.
Stares.
It separates me, isolates.
Numb never cared.
Makes the bleak confiscate
Everything I hate
It thinks of him
And unnerves my limbs
Numb will find it
I cannot quit
The nowhere is near
Numb brings it here
Watching.
Sickly it's ever wanting
So enchanting
Why is It still alive?
Numb will realise
He must die
For me to be alive
Numb unfolds
Clamour of a dormant soul
The pleads
The need
Numb ever succeeds
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
We have become a society engulfed in static noise
Ineptly assenting to untruths of money-grubbing publicity seekers
Garrulous banter by self-promoting fame hunters
Disintegrating our already fragile minds
Previously destroyed by brain rotting internet forums and absurdities
We are at war with one another with comments and supporting “likes”
My opinion, better than yours because I am louder and angrier
Your opinion, better because it is thunderous and provoked
Execrating each other over the words of self-important personalities
Spewing hate with ads in between.
Let us return to three local channels and phones clutched to the wall
Let’s go back to less information
Go to the library and read more books
Sit and talk with our families
Play outside when it rains
Let us stop listening to news that is no longer news
Because it is all just loud judgment
Let us retrieve the miniscule quantity of hope we once had
Before this world is gone
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:04 PM UTC
They should rename Common Sense
Endangered Sense
Since it's becoming more endangered by the hour
Knowledge is power
Trying to retain more by the hour
Before your brain goes ineptly sour
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
Pen on paper is like breath in my lungs.
It is my write to live;
Describing, birthing, embracing.
Permission to give.
But the pen used ineptly,
Causes death.
Like throwing my pearls to swine,
Snuffs breath.
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 7:58 PM UTC
Within the vast Reaches
..........Of time and space..........
--
--
--
A
Simple possibility
Some
Form of opportunity
Is here
-••-
(And death too is here)
-••-
Look!
A Solitary Dragon in the Sky!
Look and see
Try to understand
--------
Solitary
Looking for Something
Perhaps
Something he is here to ****
•
(Within our
Opportunity
Our
Possibility)
••
Solitary the Dragon
He comes to ****
He knows what he must slay
---
We wait so weakly
So
Ineptly
Unable to hide our self-scorn
---
(Within our possible opportunity)
•
We squandered our love!
We forced the Unicorn
With all it's healing powers
To
Abandon the game
••
The Dragon soars thru the air
I can feel its breathing!
The fire!
The deadly heat!
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
all TRUE WORDS were created with the CREATION
these were eraased by the powers-of-the priests
as were all REAL HUMAN EMOTIONS AND FEELINGS
speaking our SLAVE TALK, feebly and ineptly,
seeking in money...natural CURRENCY
seeking LOVE from eachother,we **** our souls
forgeting our HUMANITY
.................
so it is
TELL ME
WHAT DO WE NEED TO DO TO BRING ABOUT CHANGE?
TELL ME
WHAT PRICE WILL YOU PAY TO BRING ABOUT CHANGE?
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 5:06 PM UTC
Her eyes were very similar to ice
Although I could not say the same about her face
Oh, yes, I saw what was hidden in those pupils
And when I gazed in them, I felt like a disgrace
But years had passed and I grew fond
Ineptly I kept gazing into them
And I did notice her face was icy, after all
Cold, slick and for that I condemn
The crackled features of her eyes started becoming bold
And watching them, I never grew tired.
Beading, burning, sparkling red.
They'd shifted from ice to fire.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
They voted a certain movie to be the best in America
Which is all of them
Quality over quantity?
That applies to you
You're only one but man you make so elated inside when everything else just ***** so bad
I've been praying that this ends like a an embarrassing fad
I can relate to the daughter without her dad
Because I'm by myself on almost everything and it makes me far from glad
Am i the best movie in America?
Most likely not
They just pity me
But somehow i will find solitude
Somewhere i least expect
This is the army of people that won't bother to defect
I have quite a positive effect on people
For being a self-deprecating ineptly minded fool
Do i hate myself?
No
I'm just being honest about what is wrong with me
The golden brass with some class
But has forgotten the purpose of mass.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Unpredictable and often occasional
there are abrupt, viscous spells -
asphyxiating, grim, austere -
when you incompetently beseech
rather
ineptly squeeze
the unmoored mind -
vagrant, erratic, blind -
to somehow concoct a reasonable rhyme
in which you could artfully arrange -
this-a-way-that-a-way -
unwarranted, disfigured, discolored
bunch of rogue thoughts.
But the mental friction does not sanction
the end to this sluggish, incongruous trend.
Towards the end, some patchy amends are all you can dispense
to a taunting and tipsy
blob
of trivial poetry.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC