"narrowminded" poems
Could you graph the path of my wrathful masochism?
Where would you end?
See I tend to forget the beginnings of it all,
Just this gruesome conclusion
This heinous collusion of chance and demons
An occlusion of vision
This endless derision of what I continue to hold so dear
And what if they made a movie of my narrowminded delusion?
A myopic biopic starring yours truly,
And duly shown for all to see real lunacy
"Love's forever," I says to me and
Forever can be as long as you want it to be
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
I have noticed a handful of things about Hello Poetry, however similar or dissimilar. I'd like to share my observations in poetic form.
I once was in love, but I didn't work out .
Please understand that my love
was unique and you wouldn't understand, but please understand
what you wouldn't understand.
My love is like (insert ridiculous description, regarding a storm, blood, or an event)
and my heart beats like a caged
monkey, pounding with **** covered knuckles.
Did I mention how intelligent I believe I am?
I shall now act confident so I can
compensate for this crippling insecurity. (Insert Will Hunting rant).
Metaphor. Metaphor.
******** metaphor.
Bloated poem
trying too hard.
Men are **** I will now rant
about how sexist they are
while being sexist and narrowminded.
Liberals! Conservative!
Hilary! Trump!
Liar! **** hair!
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Something, something divisive.
Something, something,
******** philosophy.
Hey! Over here!
Look at this haiku about nature!
Hey! Over here!
Read my 67th love poem!
Ugh. You lot are dreadful.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
Who knows where it all will end?
Who knows what we really are?
Who they really are?
If you get rid of society, friends and family
If it's just you and planet earth
Just you and people you have no relation or connection to
Who are you then?
You can't know
You will never know
Who you really are
If noone or nothing told you who to be
What to do or not to do
What's socially acceptable and what's not
How to treat people or not treat people
If nothing was said or unsaid,
How would it be?
What is this? What is earth? What are humans?
What is everything? Why is everything?
Why is everything as everything is?
How would everything be if nothing was as everything now is?
What would nothing be, if nothing was decided?
And would there even be an everything?
Who decided what everything's definition is?
To be so clever that we, humans, are
To create everything we, humans, have
We're also the most stupid, narrowminded, selfish and ungrateful creatures at the same time
Isn't it bittersweet? Isn't it strange?
I find everything strange, I find myself strange and everyone else strange
If you think about it, nothing is not strange.
Isn't it strange?
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Stop using me as an excuse
To make them feel disrespected
Don't tell me what I'm feeling
Just becuase you think I'm neglected
You say that "Now she knows
What it's like from your point if view"
But may I please ask
What does this have to do with you
Stop telling them that they are a sinner
Becuase to understanding you are a begginer
They live life as best they can
So what if they want to be a man
Just because they have
Changed their birth name
Doesn't give you reason to ignore
the challenges they overcame
Your say you love them
But I find that has to believe
You may be old and wise
But you are still so naive
You wanted to change them back
But what's done is done
You may have lost a granddaughter
But you gained a grandson
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
War
White pidgeons will soar the sky
When the earth has been set in flames..
because my arrows be dyed in white
they shall pierce the hearts of the heartless
of those who breathe but died in life.
Thou shall never be free
sorrow chains the children who cry at night
bound and traumatized
my sword will strike these children,
to open up
so you can witness hearts and minds so hollow like
my sword will strike your inner child
so reminisce and remember the day you lost your mind
armed with a sword that writes
and a voice that strikes
I wage a war to bring back the light in the eyes
of those who are oblivious, narrowminded and blind
for those who see ..stand your ground with me
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
Born in an overloaded place called “earth?”
The first sight caused a carved in my right-eyed
Doctors name it being a narrowminded child!
I become what mother couldn’t bear “ troglodyte”
Father went flying to starsmost,
Leaving me with a pocket full of invisible spectators.
Left my walls painted in red
In Whos lesion that shall be unknown
My doppelganger downhearted my mother duties
Which left a burst vessel in my heart.
So now we go around playing catch fire with a wooden fork
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC