"nowdays" poems
Waking up seems like a futile effort to me.
To be in this realm, such a pity for all mortals.
As to one day, all of them will suffer the fate
of the unlucky ones.
Oh, how the world is polluted nowdays.
Mayhem, mayhem, and more mayhem.
Corruption, bloodbaths and destruction
for the race to see which is the alpha-male.
In the end, it is the survival of the most deceitful.
In the end, I am still on my bed.
My bones ache while my muscles creak.
Waking up is still a futile effort to me.
Sheilding from the disasterous world using my comfy blanket,
seems like a good idea.
But, if all of us were to slumber,
than who will straighten things out?
I arise and go,
to face the polluted world.
There, my legacy awaits
as another **** sapien.
That will uphold the truth
as all if us are responsible,
of how polluted the world is.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
hay came in rectangular bales
when I was younger, we used
to stack them and make forts
shooting imaginary indians or vc
depending on the weather.
sunny days we killed indians
rainy days were for killing vc.
the war ended and there were no vc
I grew to respect the indians
to learn their history, my history
watching the news, seeing
white men killing indians again
at a place called wounded knee
once again-wounded knee, dad said.
nowdays hay comes in round bales
the vc are our friends, and the indians
aren't worth shooting anymore.
r ~ 7/2/14
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
I buy lighters nowdays
Everyone thinks I smoke
NO I DON'T SMOKE AND HOPEFULLY WILL NEVER
I do light up candles and watch them burn
I do set pages and pages on fire
I do try to burn my thoughts away but they always return
I don't smoke
I color with smoke
Whenever I blow out any candle
I let the grey surround me
Whenever I light it up again
I turn the lights off
So the warm light can color my cold walls.
I don't smoke
But there's cigarettes everywhere around me
Their smoke and hateful scent imprinted on my clothes
And that scent is not mine
NO I smell like candles
My mom put the cigar scent on me
I try to take it off
Shouldn't it be the opposite?
Well I don't smoke
But I am slowly dying.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
We live in a world, where we our called human beings and further divided as a boy and a girl. A boy, the desireable one , thus called because people want them, maybe because they are the better deal to make and a girl , the undesirable one we can say who are being aborted in lot nowdays maybe they come with responsibilites in all respect. And i am a girl and i am proud to be one although sometimes i don't feel the same way, the times whe i feel weak, times when i have to be restricted, i have to be bounded and countless more. But i find myself lucky that god chose to make me a girl. Maybe because girls have more patience, will, and also because i got to be the part of magical world of god where being a girl i can perform the nature's magic of creating a human out of me,from which boys are exempted. This is the one reason,feeling,thought, creation or difference that girls feel or make. So proud to be me. Feeling me :)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Easy Does It
mid morning walk about
the sun is shinning bright
maybe I'll stop by the coffee shop
grab a coffee and a bite
reach in my pocket
to find a whole in my pants
heard some jazzy blues playing
and I started to dance
blue-suede shoes stroll
real nice and slow
ain't no use gettin' up tight
feel the rhythm flow
I say easy does it
there just ain't no other way
easy does it
close my eyes feel the body sway
dream I'm with my woman
holding her real tight
yeah easy does it
if ya wanna do it right
got a nice holiday coming
going to cook me up some ribs
share some beer with buddys
sit around and tell some fibs
talk about the good days
when we were all young studs
we were bigger and stronger then
the fibs get bigger when you're drinking suds
playing ball and horseshoes
a little pick-up game of touch
used to run really fast
but nowdays not so much
I mean easy does it
that is the only way
easy does it
close my eyes feel the body sway
dream I'm with my lover
holding her real tight
yeah easy does it
if ya wanna do it right
Gomer LePoet...
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
As far as the life goes on We get tormented in many dreams and fortunes.
We get lost in many uncertain things and then get back in ourself. Every aspect is claiming and is covering the very true value of the way we are.
True dislikes is the only hating for the sense that people make nowdays, handling many uncertain things and thoughts is quite high nowdays, getting lost in every realm is magic ,shadows high or the demons inside is burried inside the lost of us.
Someone truly said this point, backway when we were kid is the only way to get the back of the way we were suppose to or our happiness that is enchanted some times before in our life
Still we are growing up and forgetting that past.The back way of our parents help, Happy reasons of those friends and those pillow fights with our crazy cousins, time is moving on but our feelings for these reasons should never be lost.
Right is always wrong nowdays and if we consider left it makes always false choice. Just as the journey has started out and the time is moving on
Our reasons for every thing should remain constant and in a positive manner. Stay high and be thankfull for the reasons of happiness.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
I hadn't known of ink,
I therefore used my pencil that was pink,
I wrote in no blink,
For I was sure errors made my story stink,
I then cared less,as of now I think,
Maybe because my pencil had a rubber.
I wrote about our life
In mind were you,as my wife
it was love and I was careful
A promise of God made me fearful
In dear respect,i tried to keep you
Nowdays i choose to keep the ewe
I had planned to pay as dowry.
My handwriting for once wes appealing
I was writing about true love in the sealing
Life ahead was auspicious
I used a pencil not for being suspicious
My lack of knowledge saved me the begotten
Had i used ink i wouldn't have forgotten
The day you turned against my plans
So good were mine plans
The reason was real
You broke mine heart,I rubbed the deal.
I hope you will learn,
That you had my whole heart,for you had earned
But now you are history ,
And I really feel sorry.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Parents teach their children to believe in God,
but not to believe in themselves,
They give their children phones,
but they don't teach them how to communicate,
They tell them to clean their room,
but not to clear their mind,
They teach them how to ride a bike,
but not how to meditate,
They get their children new videogames,
but don't teach them playing with people's feelings is not okay,
They teach them not to talk to strangers,
but not how to speak up for themselves,
They pay a tutor for their children so they can get good grades,
but when they show signs of depression they don't get them a therapist, because "you're still a kid, you don't need it, it's all in your head anyway".
And then, we wonder, why kids nowdays are so messed up.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
There's something wierd happening to me nowdays ...
"I hate myself" is the only thing my mind says..
Even the most fun stuffs and close ones are failing to make me smile
It seems like everything around me is emitting negative vibes...
There's always a confusion whether my decisions were right or wrong .
The mind that used to dance on happy tunes , is now playing sad songs ....
My mind has become a mixture of sugar and spices .
In this teenage life I am going through the so called mid- life crisis .
There's always a war of negative and positive thoughts inside my head .
Negatives are stabbing the positive ones , the happiness gets shed .....
I am exhausted , I don't want to live but I don't want to die.
All I can do is to move on or atleast try .....
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC
All my shirts have bloodstains,
I don’t suppose that’s good.
At night I’d never kneel and pray,
But I applaud people who do.
To write nowdays takes effort,
An effort I don’t have.
Nothing in my life romanticizes,
My pen goes through collapse.
It’s rare for me to produce a thing,
For things require production.
I will sit and stare and waste my days,
I fret over my diction.
My poems are fading.
My life is not.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
When they get strongger , they bullies those weaker
When they found others strongest, they just clap their hand on strongest action even it wrong .
Then who 'they' are actually ?
They are people nowdays .
This is an reality .
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
only now i expressed
howmuch i love her
but next moment i got
what i couldn't
but nowdays i geting use
to this,feeling desprate
i should get out off this desperate world
as soon as possible
she started hating me
but should i know that
many of loving ones
started hating me
anyhow will lead this life..
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
How many rythms we are and who listens.
We are inaudible.
No body can escape history, only in dreaming.
The dreams dream the missing body.
The mind escapes in its architecture, an unstable jungle.
it evades in dreams too
The dreamer dreams what one cannot think.
Concepts are birds on wire or double edge swords,
one edge cuts the density of the world, the other one cuts the body away. The body is the musical canvas of the mind.
Ideas don't exist without a hand, without a tongue.
Everything transforms into other than itself,
the body becomes mind, the mind becomes body.
Thoughts turn into motion, sensation into image, images turn into words, colours, noise, an eternal hum,
we are the toys of a god of life.
Everything vibrates in a potential field of meaning.
Every tribe of cells has its own sense of time and grammar,
In between the empty space improvises.
The mind is a martial artist, it rehearses its moves with conviction and pathos.
The body absorbs reality and feeds the mind, it is an amplifier of life.
These words are passing through my mind, my chest, my eyes, my hand,
I don't know exactly what they mean.
How much sense there is in a touch,
how light or rushed or heavy or shy or joyous or furious or screaming or ardous or defeated or uncertain or afraid.
I carry the other in me when I dream their bodies.
Then you move away, stay or dissapear, who knows.
Communication moves through the body.
Everything that is alive finds a way to be.
Everything that is alive finds a way to destroy its aliveness.
The body resonates inside the body of the world.
The nuances of light gives the eye its intensity,
the movement of darkness moves the mind to fill the blanks.
A shared chemistry binds us and how much effort we put to disentangle.
Full succes is impossible.
There is no escape from being alive until we greet the great unknown, I suspect death is alive too after all.
we already know many ways of dying, we pretend not to know how life can render us lifeless.
Frozen, constricted, unflowing, circling, dying bit by bit.
Nowdays we die with speed in our eyes, with surprise.
What do words dream and who dreams the words?
Who dreams the world and who shares the dream?
I don't want to be captive in anyone's dream.
Let's share the dreaming,
from some dreams
there is no scape.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
oddly enough, nowdays,
i can become tearful yet still
look you straight in the eye
and known your name,
and know it well enough
whether i should shed anger, happiness
or apathy pronunciating it -
and thus claim it to be worth a handshake:
or the touching of two bodies in fathomed
alienation of two mothers’ despair:
were one becomes a devolved son in fact,
and the other becomes an elevated liar:
to then expect a justice as exploitation
of what could have been written in the given exception
more understood as un-necessarily
confused with what was required to enter the
oceanic depths of the magic trick, and thus
submerged into confusion enforced.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC