"lamest" poems
You are but a reserve man of emotions
The one who answers only to yes or no
The one who stands in the corner of the room of every party
The one who chooses to be alone just so
But when you write, the world stops
To listen to the words you've woven
with beauty and intertwine with sorrow
To listen to the rhythmless music
where all the butterflies in my stomach dance to
To listen to the raging wave of sentiments for humanity
To listen and to feel the love and ache that the world chooses to neglect
You, you may crack the lamest jokes
But when you write, the world stops to listen
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
I guess I’m okay… What more can I say?
Forget it—never mind,
You wouldn’t understand anyway,
Would you even know what it's like?
Inside a scattered disconnected mind,
Employed to go on strike?
Where indirect misdirect
The sincerity at play,
When sinusoidal chaos spikes
And past meets the future present day?
As paranoid points outlandishly connect
At intervals of broken lines,
Memory lost in recollect,
An array of misshaped bells
Internally infect the eternal confines
Of infinite distributional decay,
Parallels with no intersect,
Streetwise cells with empty signs,
Burned out lights, potholes, and landmines,
Littered all the way.
How am I to convey that all those times
You let your mind wander away
That I was reading, thinking, dreaming,
Teeming, never idle, never strayed,
Seeing, being, so far and away,
Even the brightest intellect beaming,
Could not grasp the feeling
In the slightest of highest orders reeling,
Wound unbound, or as it would be seeming,
Imperfect, even to the disarray
Of the tamest prefect, whose verdict
Could not predict the reflect,
For in this world, seeing is deceiving,
As the lamest reject, defect,
Increasingly decreasing,
In simplistic bliss obey
Crowned unsound fallacies
That contradict all meaning,
Hiding behind reality, the actualities
Lest, protect the thoughtlessness perceiving,
Let me stop you if I may...
I must interject for I digress,
What nonsense was I weaving?
Forget it—I've lost my mind,
I best be leaving,
What more can I say?
It's periodic I must confess,
You probably don't care anyway,
Yeah, yeah, I'll be okay,
Until next time I guess,
I wouldn't want to be misleading.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
Suffocation is the lamest form of death
Weakness of the heart and body
I am sick and tired of you suppressing me
Wake up and smell the ashes
All these problems
Run deep within my bones
A crooked skeleton
Can never be mended
You are no surgeon
Just an arrogant fool
Who thinks they are superman
Or king of the world
I am breaking down your mind
Tearing it to pieces
And re-arranging it to fit my individuality
Stop suppressing me
I may be weak but I am growing
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
*Maybe this was the last time,
That we were together.
Maybe the smile on your face,
Was the last thing I saw.
Maybe the words you spoke,
Were the last thing I would be hearing from you.
Maybe the joke you cracked today,
Was the lamest,
Yet the only thing I would be carrying with me.
Can I get any more of any of it?
Gosh no!
**Can all this last forever?
And never end.**
So that we could still be together,
So that we could still be us,
So that we could still laugh like we didn't care,
So that we could still crack those silly jokes,
So that we could still be the last benchers,
So that we could still annoy each other,
So that we could still sing those random songs together,
So that we could still be the best team together.
When you were on the edge of failing a test,
And was still smiling,
Was the best part of it.
When PTM's were just like any regular days!
When scoldings,
were as normal as drinking a glass of water.
When eating your friend's lunch,
Was the best thing to do,
While you brought something you didn't like.
When snatching lunch,
Running all around the class,
And the fight for the last bite was like a war.
When early morning games in the assembly ground,
Was our favourite.
When the ugly fights between the game,
Were just meant to last for a few minutes.
When nicknames were wicked.
When benches had a line drawn on them,
Assuring ones territory.
**Those memories,
Those times,
Can't we just freeze it?**
So that we could still be the best together,
And look at each other the way we did before,
And still ****** each others lunch,
And run, up and down the beaches,
And still have the same fun.*
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Friends are special and always have been,
But certain ones stick out just a tad more.
Less like a nail in wood, capable of pain,
More like a tree near a seashore.
Always the coolest, best-looking, funniest, awesome-est,
He’s also a good guy.
He befriended the lamest, smallest, weirdest kid,
Helped to make him less shy.
Thankfully, through the beginning of a friendship,
Blossomed a great one between us,
With broken mirrors, blanketless nights,
Crashed weddings, Ying Yang Twins, PC bound bus.
You came with, actually convinced,
A little Vanderbilt kid to get a tattoo.
A permanent mark of friendship and love,
Who better to convince than you?
How you care about others, and always love to laugh,
Being with Ian is infectious,
How could it not be?
His eyes and “that look” are just soooo precious.
I’m thankful to have you,
My lumberjack friend.
Here’s to many good years to come,
May the good times never end.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 7:46 PM UTC
*I've cut our connections
and burnt my poor illusions
and tempting provocations
like eternal frustrations
for such hopeless situations
gave me a lot of delusions
and lessened reservations
to hide my expectations
and lamest inhibition
like a huge botheration
to one whose intentions
has faded into oblivion
and nasty desolation.*
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
the fostry boys and clair-n-tine hills
will wrest away their fears
like marcks-alarns and floaty badge
and puffer-nickel stills.
they'll bother beat with ever chills
and lime-lack in the surf.
I'll wait for time appronaheed,
I'll ferret out the mirth.
you'll not buy wick-ends in their fall
nor taste their merton soot,
you'll waste your fully throtton ball
and save your lamest foot.
as they're the childs of never-been,
the cartwheels at street and rue,
unghost their face as your beating slows,
these boys, to res-cue you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
I wish to be in your arm at this hour
In your warmness during these cold nights
In your hugs when Im all insecures
I wish you'd shut me with putting your fingers on my lips.
I wish you'd laugh at my lamest joke.
I wish you'd hug me from the back while I was busy doing stuff.
I wish you and I could cuddle under the blanket. No i mean just cuddle.
I wish you'd wipe away my tears when I cried and kiss me.
'Its okay Im here' just simple as that. You know you can get me.
I wish you're here playing with my hair.
I wish you'd stay.
Most of all
I wish you were mine again
Ai, Oct 7
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
Hiding behind corporate logos
and hijacked prose
Probably somewhere
a tattooed rose, weeping
The lamest in the game
You sell because you're for sale
Doesn't make those same old ideas
that aren't even yours
any less stale
What is it like to bite something
that's been chewed up, regurgitated, and re-eaten?
Does it taste like fire, or sound like Eden?
No?
Then why do you repeat it!?
Because, all you know is what you're told
Fear keeps you clinging the mold
You hate yourself
so you pretend to be someone else
I've been there myself...
We are all ******** fakers.
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
If it would make you mine,
I'd sing every **** song,
name every star that shined.
I'd say the lamest things,
rhyme all the corniest rhymes,
if it would just make you mine.
Drink all the sparkling wine,
refill your hot cup of tea,
Oh I will if it would make you mine.
Swim every beach,
every restaurant I'd dine,
whatever just to make you mine.
If I fixed all the bugs,
walk my fingers up and down your spine,
will that make you mine?
I'll add a new zodiac sign,
sleep on an earlier time,
if that will make you mine.
If I call you mine
even when the sun doesn't shine,
will that be fine?
I'll be more kind.
I'll be yours until years after the end of time,
if you'll just be mine.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
This is the clock that stood stock still
as you swallowed
and took up a job down at t'mill
there was the time when your dreams were like mine
and not folded away as they were on the day when you signed on the line at the old cotton mill and there's no time to go back and alter what's done
what was fun is no fun and the sun will not shine
like the time that it rained on the day out in July
when it was there that I wondered and wondered and why
you didn't try
to kiss me
bless me for I should have known that you hadn't grown then
some men are slow men and some men stay boys
and toys for the taking
but making the move to the mill is still the lamest excuse that I've ever seen
we could have been
good
together
whether you believe it or not
I have a lot to give
you'd rather live in your bolts of cloth
but I am a moth that is after a flame
and if you won't light me
I'll find someone else
to join me in my game.
Fly away childhood
'fly away paul'
I'll find another one and we'll have the ball that you and I should have
and life's not so bad
if you have the the life that I should have had
It's a mock turtle soup with a loop round the group and a fix on the past and getting passed by the mill is one more or less bitter pill
that we ought not to swallow
and if swallows don't make a season then that isn't a reason to despair.
ps..I love the way you wear your hair
I like the way you dress
wish that I had impressed you more.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
i forgot how to write..
everytime i try, it comes out ugly,
i hate it. the poet poems,
are the lamest **** ever,
but i tried,
maybe tomorrow
ill try again :)
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 8:29 AM UTC
The shallow kisses onto my hair
Damp or dry, you never care
The hugs you randomly give
At night, I would relive
The small talks we make
Once it starts, there never is a break
Your laugh even at the lamest jokes I tell
Your reaction after realizing you fell
For yet another silly game
Amusing, how it always end up the same
The cringe, most of the time, we get
As you start your pick up line, that's outdated
This list could go on at least a dozen more line
All of what I'd miss aside from you and this bliss combine
Once you finally break away, see through everything well
Escape from as what you call it, sometimes, A spell.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
the lamest excuse
to do what you want
without repercussions
when in truth,
you are fully aware
of your actions
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
They think theyre the best
The nit-pick my fuck-ups
They must be looking in a broken mirror
So what I talk to that cute boy
So what I talk to all the other ones too
I could have friends
So leave me be
Let me be pretty without a price
But then youd be a lie
Youd be more fake than you are now
Youd have to get your own business to speak of
Youd have to find something else to look at
And your mind power is too weak
Too pathetic to keep to yourself
And stay out of my life
But just try, honey
It cant be too hard!
Just layer more paint on your face
We'll be alright
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
Welcome to the worse
ending of our human universe,
cause this is the lamest
apocalypse.
While the world is dealing with
a covid pandemic
and corruption that is so systemic
that our president can’t even begin
to hide it,
I am keeping busy by
trying to write
brilliant rays
of inspiration into
this endless night life;
Tired of the long line
of the long blind
stumbling stupidly
far behind,
unable to find a sound mind
among their cult of greed.
My deep dark cynicism
has been building
brand new chasms
that collapse into
whispering despair voids
which need to be exercised regularly,
but all of the gyms are closed.
I know there are truths and perspectives
that sparkle under the surface,
of this world that makes me feel worthless,
things seldom seen unless the poet deems
to share their deep dark beautiful dreams.
But those were the poems I wrote
to warn of the wolves at our throat,
and now I see my lines of predictive poetry
have becomes our pathetic armageddon reality.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
STAY AWAY!
Or else I'll fall for your smile
Or else I'll get used to the way the corners of your eyes
crinkle when you laugh at the lamest joke I could tell you
Or else I'll find out that you hate tomatoes but spaghetti
is one of your favorite foods
Or else it'll be embedded in my brain forever
that for some reason you hate the color yellow
and I'll never know why
STAY AWAY!
Or else my friends will start asking me where you've been after I
invited you over to hang out for the first time
Or else we'll find "our spot" that I'll drive by every other day
and always remember how good that summer was
Or else I'll show you one of my favorite songs that'll
turn into one of your favorite songs and you'll thank
me for it
Or else I'll hang up the pictures of us in my
room and every time I see them I'll smile and
be thankful I have you around
STAY AWAY!
Or else I'll love you
Or else I'll give so many pieces of myself to
help you
Or else I'll think you feel the same way
Or else I'll think that you care
S T A Y A W A Y
Or else you'll have a chance to leave me
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
At this point my in life as a man
I'm certain I have already heard
every lame ****** innuendo
about women and ***
The one that obnoxes me most is
"get into her pants."
Not just intentionally crude,
but also illogical.
Unless she is a very large woman,
how would I ever fit?
~mce
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
why don't you like me
when i'm twisting myself this way and that
and running to catch your wandering gaze
why don't you like me
when I obviously like you
and I'd pretend not to know the homework,
the lamest excuse, steal a few minutes of your time
and talk to you
i'm not letting my heart bleed
when you're not even around to see
but give me your word
and i'll squeeze it empty
to make room for you
I am not ready for love
but i'd paint you in my dreams
tie a string around my pinky
write your name along
my palm lines,
on the backs of my eyelids.
tell me
that every breath is a breath for you
and every step,
a step with you,
so I don't forget
and leave everything behind
I will keep your heart in mine
maybe you'll keep me
alive
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
Five.
There’s a lump on my breast that I haven’t told the doctor about.
I told my mum, and she said it was probably fine, so it’s probably
fine, even if my friends tell me to stop chancing it and see a specialist.
Sometimes I try to pop it like a blister or a spot, but it just stings
and then Google tells me that cancer is more of a dull ache, so it’s fine.
Four.
I threw up violently in the bathroom and then my heart felt heavy.
Ignoring the obvious irony of ‘heavy’, I could describe it as:
tight, aching, dull, wheezing, like a fist clenched right around it.
Convincing myself that I was having an elongated, stretched-out
heart attack, I took myself to the hospital.
They gave me acid reflux pills.
Three.
When I was seventeen, I was as seventeen as a seventeen year old can get.
That is to say, my problems were both numerous and the end of the world.
So it surprised exactly nobody, least of all the police officers that were called,
when I took a scalpel and tried to perform surgery on myself. Yeah —
that happened. But at least I got to ride in a police car
on the way to tell the crisis team that everything was really okay, I promise.
Two.
Osteoporosis runs in my family. Like the lamest curse that can possibly
be passed down through female lineage, it’s a given truth that one day,
my bones will become brittle and break. To this day, I haven’t lost my bone-
breaking virginity, and I personally think it ***** to be twenty-one
and have never had the opportunity to get a cast signed. I drink a lot of milk.
One.
To this day, I have a fear of home invasion. I suppose I’m more attuned
to the house-settling noises of being alone. If I’ve made a habit of ignoring
all my own bone creaks, they’ll start popping up in other places.
Like knocking on a door that’s already open. Like the way the bed creaks
when I turn over. Like checking the locks when something is already inside.
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC
It is an endless cycle I go through
Meet a new man, then kiss him and **** him
Next thing I know I'm saying I love him
I can't tell if it even true or if I am just another addict
Addicted to love, the lamest drug
So I take what I can from every man
Convince him he is the one
But really I'm just having fun
The problem with my addiction being
I'm not hurting myself, but instead everyone else
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
How I want to help you,
But at the same time, I don't want to be any anywhere near you or anyone.
I want my time alone,
And you want me.
You crave for humans,
Their touch, friends, connections,
And I am happy alone,
Away from you and everyone.
It Physically hurts me, to be around you.
It mentally stresses me, to be in your vicinity.
I count the seconds remaining, every millisecond.
It's not that I hate you.
So it's the lamest of all the reasons " It's not you, It's me"
But it is, it is what it is.
You can't change it, neither can I.
You see me with others
Happy and talking and laughing,
That's only for a while,
You don't get that,
You can only fake for a while.
Then I need to come back and remove the mask at the end of each day.
But do you want to be there with me even then?
No! It's not possible.
I am vulnerable at the Moment
Like and injured tigress,
Like a naked woman.
I don't want to be near anyone,
The least of all, You.
I told you before it is so difficult for me to be with someone for all my life,
All my day night.
You thought it was one of my naive fears.
But I know me, better than you do.
I know it can never work out.
I know I was never meant to be with " the one"
I could never be someone's "the last"
Never was the Woman who will say oh we have been together for so long I can't even remember the years.
Because I will.
I can remember every second, past my wish to be with you.
I will remember each dreadful minute spent around you.
Where you were the albatross around my neck.
Making it difficult to live or die.
Then I will think about your death.
But isn't it a sin?
Especially for someone you love,
Then it will get worse, as you won't die.
So I will think about killing.
**** you, because I'm too scared to leave.
But isn't it illegal?
I'm bound to think like that.
Only if I were not this way, can't change.
Then it'll be my biggest fear/effort,
to save you,
From me,
But who will save me,
From you?
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
From a young age it's followed me,
with a scrunched back and a shrouded face
like a shadow
it watched me write alone behind the dumpster
cross streets when cars came,
and that time I played chicken it was there to comfort me
My life is the lamest tragedy
I walk this lonely road,
the only one I have ever known
and greenday got me through it back then
but now it all falls apart
we're apart and I don't think there's a remedy
alone through this life is the way I ride
and it may be the last time tonight
I write because no one listened
maybe I'm too emotional
my psyche has gotten out of control
tentacles reach from memories buried
and they come forth to haunt me
I just feel empty like a deflated balloon
used up, thrown out, and so **** blue
I can try to put light where there is darkness
but there hasn't been any light for me
So I will sit here alone at my desk in contemplation
I don't think it will help but I've been
my own company for far too long
so much that I stopped singing my song.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC