"likeability" poems - Hello Poetry

•helping the kids with homework• no one told you, was part of the job description paycheck earner a-ok, gruff but tender lover, knowing her special places, building a tree swing, a tree house safe and satisfactory, one the neighbors envy taking them to the hospital for broken arms and chemotherapy, part two of the non-routine but a very possible foreseeable, going to school to give that principal a look that will make him think twice before suspending one of his for defending himself you remember your daddy doing the same for you, forgetting to repeat the tar and hiding that came later the tucking in, the pretense ouch when your end of day scratchy beard ruffling the skin of babies, carrying tissues in a toolbox, never heard of, nevertheless done, tho not a memory defining the future inclusive, definitely a learning ability, a likeability doing homework, nuh uh, no way jose, don’t dare let them know how you never got a gold star, always sat in the back row, outta sight, all day dreaming, chemistry rhymes with mystery, and poetry is rhymes needing a big vocabulary which means lots of words for a man who don’t talk much ain’t exactly his strong suit sure, heard of Shakespeare but never met him, know where the on/off computer button hides, the rest is up to them; got no email address, but taught them sir and ma’am, how to address humans with respect, i’ll promise them anything but not doing any homework, unless it the kind that that makes “a home work”

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC

ogdiddynash

helping the kids with homework

•helping the kids with homework• no one told you, was part of the job description paycheck earner a-ok, gruff but tender lover, knowing her special places, building a tree swing, a tree house safe and satisfactory, one the neighbors envy taking them to the hospital for broken arms and chemotherapy, part two of the non-routine but a very possible foreseeable, going to school to give that principal a look that will make him think twice before suspending one of his for defending himself you remember your daddy doing the same for you, forgetting to repeat the tar and hiding that came later the tucking in, the pretense ouch when your end of day scratchy beard ruffling the skin of babies, carrying tissues in a toolbox, never heard of, nevertheless done, tho not a memory defining the future inclusive, definitely a learning ability, a likeability doing homework, nuh uh, no way jose, don’t dare let them know how you never got a gold star, always sat in the back row, outta sight, all day dreaming, chemistry rhymes with mystery, and poetry is rhymes needing a big vocabulary which means lots of words for a man who don’t talk much ain’t exactly his strong suit sure, heard of Shakespeare but never met him, know where the on/off computer button hides, the rest is up to them; got no email address, but taught them sir and ma’am, how to address humans with respect, i’ll promise them anything but not doing any homework, unless it the kind that that makes “a home work”

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Dragona Radic hated her name for as long as she could remember. So obviously different than the Mary Butlers, and Ginny Gormans she grew up with in Flavor Town. Even Myrtle Feinstein seemed to be given a more applicable name to live in Flavor Town to Dragona’s mindset. Life was hard for Dragona in Flavor Town. Especially, when at twelve she began to grow a moustache. Living in Flavor Town wasn’t easy for anyone really, but to Dragona it was shear torture. Susie Choo became her best friend for more reasons of default than likeability. Being the only other girl with as much a non-conformable name as Dragona, Susie Choo’s distaste for her was equal. Still, Dragona Radic and Susie Choo formed an alliance, for what else were they to do living in Flavor Town. Flavor Town was a brand of the most delightful 56 flavors of ice-cream ever made, as well as the name of their hometown. You would think in Flavor Town diversity would be celebrated as much as variety. This sadly was not so. In America, you can find all 56 flavors of Flavor Town’s delectable frozen concoctions at any Buck Shops Here grocery outlets. Yet, little may you know of the atrocities occurring in Flavor Town, and what Dragona Radic and Susie Choo were about to do about it?

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC

pj-poesy

In Flavor Town

Dragona Radic hated her name for as long as she could remember. So obviously different than the Mary Butlers, and Ginny Gormans she grew up with in Flavor Town. Even Myrtle Feinstein seemed to be given a more applicable name to live in Flavor Town to Dragona’s mindset. Life was hard for Dragona in Flavor Town. Especially, when at twelve she began to grow a moustache. Living in Flavor Town wasn’t easy for anyone really, but to Dragona it was shear torture. Susie Choo became her best friend for more reasons of default than likeability. Being the only other girl with as much a non-conformable name as Dragona, Susie Choo’s distaste for her was equal. Still, Dragona Radic and Susie Choo formed an alliance, for what else were they to do living in Flavor Town. Flavor Town was a brand of the most delightful 56 flavors of ice-cream ever made, as well as the name of their hometown. You would think in Flavor Town diversity would be celebrated as much as variety. This sadly was not so. In America, you can find all 56 flavors of Flavor Town’s delectable frozen concoctions at any Buck Shops Here grocery outlets. Yet, little may you know of the atrocities occurring in Flavor Town, and what Dragona Radic and Susie Choo were about to do about it?

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tired so tired why can’t i just be a woman why can’t i just be comfortable with she why can’t i just be ok with “girl” why can’t i look at pictures with long hair and dresses and recognize a person why do i have to see my body bare and uncovered and feel sick why can’t i say the words even to myself. my identity is based around likeability and avoidance of change i can’t even say i am it’s all “i think” “i might” “maybe i’m” when i know god **** well that i am or at least what i sure am not and the thought of requesting people to call me something different or even make a change known makes me want to hurl and i can never find the words or the courage so i must continue hearing even my closest friends go on using She and Girl and even the few who know even the only one who knows in person who has expressed full support and willingness to change who has loved me before and will not stop i am afraid to ask to use different words am i so destined to suffer? will i face this fear and challenge for ever? will i ever be able to look at my chest and torso and not be filled with disgust and will i ever be able to loudly and proudly assert who i am? never have i been ashamed but will i ever allow myself to be Proud?

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC

froggieboye

tired rambles of an exhausted lesbian

tired so tired why can’t i just be a woman why can’t i just be comfortable with she why can’t i just be ok with “girl” why can’t i look at pictures with long hair and dresses and recognize a person why do i have to see my body bare and uncovered and feel sick why can’t i say the words even to myself. my identity is based around likeability and avoidance of change i can’t even say i am it’s all “i think” “i might” “maybe i’m” when i know god **** well that i am or at least what i sure am not and the thought of requesting people to call me something different or even make a change known makes me want to hurl and i can never find the words or the courage so i must continue hearing even my closest friends go on using She and Girl and even the few who know even the only one who knows in person who has expressed full support and willingness to change who has loved me before and will not stop i am afraid to ask to use different words am i so destined to suffer? will i face this fear and challenge for ever? will i ever be able to look at my chest and torso and not be filled with disgust and will i ever be able to loudly and proudly assert who i am? never have i been ashamed but will i ever allow myself to be Proud?

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Appetiser - A fresh, hot glance in the mirror To start - A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes Main - An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love. Braisen confidence with likeability Amuse bouche - Insufferable indecision Dessert - A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC

EDowning

Table manners

Appetiser - A fresh, hot glance in the mirror To start - A lingering feeling of fat-shame served on a bed of between-wash hair with a dash of blemishes Main - An overture of ovulating positivity, a feeling of unfiltered joy and self-love. Braisen confidence with likeability Amuse bouche - Insufferable indecision Dessert - A sharp (too sharp) sting of sarcasm washed down with a sweet apology chaser.

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**** I'm covered in fears- They are broken down in my bones I fear I've lost someone Not to be dramatic but the Cataclysmic quakes in my Ribcage beating like static say Otherwise. Maybe I'm more lost than I knew Maybe I'm the one out of all Of those who love you and out of All of those who hate you that Will hurt you the most Maybe I'm not me right now I'm someone else But Who were we on that silver Night When we first met Now I just feel like **** I feel like I was breathed In and spit back out When nothing was real why didn't We dance? When everything turned we fell Apart At least what little likeability I thought I had And for a few moments everything Was one It all made sense at the end Of my tongue These words that **** the numb Expression when my voice is too Shaky to carry through ripples But words are only words ( Or so someone told me.) It was the best worst night It's like When you said you didn't care About anything anymore At first those declarations Hung clear but later Became much darker to my Ears to hear you say And it became the darkest Early morning I'll be you're guide Through heaven and hell like When I say "I do care" Lead you through labyrinths And the river Styx Into the swarthy wings of The cherubim's gate's I do care.

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Jan 15, 2016

Jan 15, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC

bowsnarrows

And So Two Chemicals Met

**** I'm covered in fears- They are broken down in my bones I fear I've lost someone Not to be dramatic but the Cataclysmic quakes in my Ribcage beating like static say Otherwise. Maybe I'm more lost than I knew Maybe I'm the one out of all Of those who love you and out of All of those who hate you that Will hurt you the most Maybe I'm not me right now I'm someone else But Who were we on that silver Night When we first met Now I just feel like **** I feel like I was breathed In and spit back out When nothing was real why didn't We dance? When everything turned we fell Apart At least what little likeability I thought I had And for a few moments everything Was one It all made sense at the end Of my tongue These words that **** the numb Expression when my voice is too Shaky to carry through ripples But words are only words ( Or so someone told me.) It was the best worst night It's like When you said you didn't care About anything anymore At first those declarations Hung clear but later Became much darker to my Ears to hear you say And it became the darkest Early morning I'll be you're guide Through heaven and hell like When I say "I do care" Lead you through labyrinths And the river Styx Into the swarthy wings of The cherubim's gate's I do care.

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I dreamed my way here I’ve had my cringe moments I feel pressure, I lose perspective I’ve wholeheartedly failed I misspeak, underthink, overreact I try to do the right thing the right thing isn’t always clear I’ve tried to hold on I’ve let go with grace I’ve charged ahead I’ve stepped aside I self-sabotage, then try to do better I’ve self-consciously retreated I’ve stood up for others I’ve backed down and apologized I’ve rinsed and repeated I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect I’ve under-reacted to challenges I’ve overreacted to the ordinary I devalue likeability I indulge the language of play I share my human experience I don’t know what else to say.

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Mar 21, 2024

Mar 21, 2024 at 9:32 PM UTC

anaisvionet

spaghetti

I dreamed my way here I’ve had my cringe moments I feel pressure, I lose perspective I’ve wholeheartedly failed I misspeak, underthink, overreact I try to do the right thing the right thing isn’t always clear I’ve tried to hold on I’ve let go with grace I’ve charged ahead I’ve stepped aside I self-sabotage, then try to do better I’ve self-consciously retreated I’ve stood up for others I’ve backed down and apologized I’ve rinsed and repeated I’m a chameleon, but I’ve never been perfect I’ve under-reacted to challenges I’ve overreacted to the ordinary I devalue likeability I indulge the language of play I share my human experience I don’t know what else to say.

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each in its own place. we divide the constants by zero. we were never good at math but the revenge-cycle took it's toll. 1... 2... 3... who is better? you or me? prove it by likeability. the one who wants attention more wins. but who wins The Game in the big picture? i did everything right and i will continue to do so no matter how much it damns me. it must mean something somewhere.

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Dec 30, 2014

Dec 30, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC

paradive

set, match

each in its own place. we divide the constants by zero. we were never good at math but the revenge-cycle took it's toll. 1... 2... 3... who is better? you or me? prove it by likeability. the one who wants attention more wins. but who wins The Game in the big picture? i did everything right and i will continue to do so no matter how much it damns me. it must mean something somewhere.

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~for she who knows ~ <> The word "likeability" is spelled L-I-K-E-A-B-I-L-I-T-Y., though the inhuman spelling master of this site, deems it a misspelling mistake, condemning it to live in red, and offering up no replacement <> it is that time of night, which is also a time of early day, when dark silence prevails, except for the excessive rumbling of the our old little cottage's environmental devices gut rumbling while laboring to condition our atmosphere our atmosphere; is my brain on fire at 2:30am, with new conceptuals, many contradictory, racing in and about my brain all begging to write me first, while the mental fluids are juiced, and words are finger pecked into existence with a maddening slowness but this one, re likeabilty has risen to the fore, because it is the last to be born, and seems therefore claiming precocious precious preeminence not a quality I deem much in my owned possess, but one easy discerned in others and delicious delighting to the human souls who recognize it instantly by the smiling comfort of its parfume what I like about like about likeability is it's a pleasing scent, that aerosol invades a room and spreads like a virus of happy, quite contagious to we old curmudgeons, who by nature feel put upon by our aging equipment, and the daily struggle to maintain it, and the forces to countervail it , are endless and not cheery by nature So I am enlivened and enriched, engaged and effervescent, when youthful patois, direct and with little boundary, radiates the human existential, and light shines upon my soul, awakening in me an optimistic countenance! perhaps I exaggerate, confusing youthful energetic optimism for a condition, and not merely a demeanor, but I rethink upon it, snd decidedly decide this for real, this is genuine, and by its very natural nature (a lotta nats in nature) its openness, unguarded, refreshes and moisturizes our skins, internal and external this special quality is not universal, or else there would be peace on earth (ain't happening), but those who have it, who think beyond privilege and privacy, but intuitively, offer up to all a pleasantness rich and original, will write an indelible script upon the world for the better I like it.

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Likeabilty Absolutely

~for she who knows ~ <> The word "likeability" is spelled L-I-K-E-A-B-I-L-I-T-Y., though the inhuman spelling master of this site, deems it a misspelling mistake, condemning it to live in red, and offering up no replacement <> it is that time of night, which is also a time of early day, when dark silence prevails, except for the excessive rumbling of the our old little cottage's environmental devices gut rumbling while laboring to condition our atmosphere our atmosphere; is my brain on fire at 2:30am, with new conceptuals, many contradictory, racing in and about my brain all begging to write me first, while the mental fluids are juiced, and words are finger pecked into existence with a maddening slowness but this one, re likeabilty has risen to the fore, because it is the last to be born, and seems therefore claiming precocious precious preeminence not a quality I deem much in my owned possess, but one easy discerned in others and delicious delighting to the human souls who recognize it instantly by the smiling comfort of its parfume what I like about like about likeability is it's a pleasing scent, that aerosol invades a room and spreads like a virus of happy, quite contagious to we old curmudgeons, who by nature feel put upon by our aging equipment, and the daily struggle to maintain it, and the forces to countervail it , are endless and not cheery by nature So I am enlivened and enriched, engaged and effervescent, when youthful patois, direct and with little boundary, radiates the human existential, and light shines upon my soul, awakening in me an optimistic countenance! perhaps I exaggerate, confusing youthful energetic optimism for a condition, and not merely a demeanor, but I rethink upon it, snd decidedly decide this for real, this is genuine, and by its very natural nature (a lotta nats in nature) its openness, unguarded, refreshes and moisturizes our skins, internal and external this special quality is not universal, or else there would be peace on earth (ain't happening), but those who have it, who think beyond privilege and privacy, but intuitively, offer up to all a pleasantness rich and original, will write an indelible script upon the world for the better I like it.

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