"oof" poems
“You look like my daughter”
The man says to me,
As he’s ordering me a drink
Looking my body up and down.
I laugh,
Look away,
Try to pretend he didn’t say that
Oh but don’t worry
He made it a point
to mention
T H R E E
M O R E
T I M E S
how my body
Resembled his daughters,
“Tight, perfect, the right kind”
Oof.
Idk y’all
Idk that I can do this.
I walk away
I dont make that money.
Even though I know **** well,
I fit his ****** up fantasies.
Not to mention I’m triggered,
Thanks to my childhood trauma,
By all of this conversation,
But it doesn’t really matter
Anyways.
Just a product of my environment
Just an object to fill
The desires
Of hungry eyes.
**** it
Let me be
An empty *** doll.
Just take my intelligence with you please.
Flowers for Algernon ,
And I’m wilting.
I’m too aware of my place in society.
Why strive to peruse my education,
When I know no one will hire me
Because of my background?
Why stay sober,
When my ******* flashbacks
Only stop when I’m drunk?
I hate my life.
No I don’t like the job I have;
But this **** ain’t easy.
And none of it is my fault.
It isn’t.
None of my trauma is my fault.
At least At the end of the day
I have the comfort
Of knowing,
That I matter just as little as the next person.
My life,
In all of its glory,
matters just as little as john f Kennedy’s
I am nothing
And we are nothing
Our suffering is eternal
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
idk it's wen. day my dudes...
"Oof."
"Ack!"
"XD"
"Sometimes you just wanna be an eboy, you feels?"
"Gang, gang uwu."
"Well, stupid as in evil."
"Your. Eyeliner. You look like a raccoon on crack!"
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Y'know that feeling?
When your body is tired
and your brain is too
Not sleepy
Although you'd probably be out
Quicker than a toddler at nap time
If you had to lay on the cot
No, not sleepy,
Exhausted.
Drained.
Tapped out.
All the coffee in the world
Wouldn't stop those lids
From drooping
Even sitting, resting,
Takes energy
Energy that is
All but washed up
Running on empty
And you know
That you've got to wake up tomorrow
And do it all again.
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 6:17 PM UTC
seeing the fire in your eyes
Is as hypnotic
As watching lightning crack
Across the sky.
And the power of your smile
Could bring disco back in style.
The way you move your feet? Oof!
Girl, there's no way
I can stay in my seat.
So what's the problem?
You make me feel this way
And I don't even know your name
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
look at these old poems
of grief and hatred
sadness and tears
i cringe as i look
old poems of mine
so cringey
a rip and an oof
hats off to you who've read them
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
surges thru me,
when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words
as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)
from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears
asper myself, which purported nun
sense ink reese sees learn'n
den earn an award,
especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust
from eraser head could awk cord,
I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess
tubby a model United Nations chimp
pan zee, and/or other
type of survey monkey hook can huff ford
Old Rotten Gotham horde
sliding down into the behavioral sink...
exclaiming "oh me jack lord"
and getting rescued then getting less on,
sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)
tubby comb moored
flossed, milled, and taut
tubby trained for Operation Ready Date
by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured
salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),
part tickly ne'r the end
wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured
until emotionally, physically,
and spiritually enlightened
By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC
"oof," i said,"what are you?" got nice
**** gotnice
calves backsofknees and got nice
eyes "i bet" said i said eyes
i bet you taste real good
(between winter) and spring
i bet wet
petals split by wet petals split
you taste good
like salt and rain
next to the ocean(betweenWinterandSpring)
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 4:08 AM UTC
being older
i am only browner and more solid
more clogged
weights drag at face and heart and ****
oof, age
like a badger in the belly
growls and nuzzles
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 8:51 AM UTC
Oof
Ow
You got me.
What now
Tss
Ah
What a
crushing
blow.
Mm
Yah
You showed me
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Ah, sleek moonlight, velvety soft,
Unfurls the path to the Taraweeh Mosque.
Countless fireflies, on fine silken wings,
Catch fast in the silver weave of lunar groves.
Soon, the first Ramadan crescent blooms above,
While the silent tuberose lingers, imprinting deeper still.
Oof—how many did I embrace? One or two?
Myriads light the way to the Taraweeh Mosque.
It was only the other night—
The first crescent of Ramadan shimmered,
Piercing the flawless forehead of twilight,
In the hush of the fading dusk.
Even now, across the half-lit horizon,
Sleepless full-moon stars drift,
While the first, blessed crescent of Ramadan
Moves on in seamless procession.
When will the celebration reach its full bloom?
Today marks the fourteenth fast,
Already shining upon the fourteenth moon!
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
i don't like this website anymore
everything is deep and wonderful and precious
it reaches skinny white arms like little wires down slipping down
into my skin and tugs
invasively
I'm not crying
that's just the wind
whipping my hair about in this daylight charade
as I pretend
to dislike the feeling
suckerpunches to the stomach
oof
another to the heart
I love your poetry
but it's tearing me apart
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Every story begins with an end: a lost love, the end of a war, the end of a friendship. My story begins with the completion of a bracelet. Each charm holds my story- a hope, a wish, a dream, and a story in my heart just waiting to be told….
A butterfly hangs on my wrist-
a constant reminder of my wish-
ugly like a caterpillar, I feel,
to go through metamorphosis I wish.
A home rests on my skin-
a reminder of my dream-
unhappy at home, I long for a change,
A happy home, full of life, I dream.
There is an anchor on this tiny wrist oof mine-
incessantly reminding me
that there is no need to float in the malevolence and dark of the world-
longing to be anchored to the world, I make a dream,
to find something to hold me here is my hope, my dream, my wish.
The moon hangs on my wrist-
an incessant reminder that I am never alone-
afraid in the dark I find myself,
a light in the dark of night is my hope.
A star from the sky dangles on my wrist-
a wish that nary a dream nor a hope can fill-
darkened by my life, I long to change,
to get over my “sickness,”
to be happy, I wish.
A little girl smiles at me every day-
a little boy smiles up next to her-
reminding me that I have eleven years to make up for,
that I have something,
someone worth living for.
A little girl,
a little girl that looks so much like me,
to come back to my baby siblings is my beacon of hope,
my reason to keep on keeping on.
A bass clef remains with me at all times-
a constant reminder that I can and will survive-
disheartened by the life I live, I dream,
the promise I made,
my way to save the day.
A guitar rocks on on my wrist-
a promise to myself-
I can survive, I say,
just like rock ‘n’ roll never dies-
a song for every broken heart, the promise was made
now I must find a way.
I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve one too many times,
so now I wear it on my wrist-
a reminder of my hope, my wish, my dream-
alone with no love I find myself,
to find love is my wish.
A sparrow lies on my wrist in midflight
reminding me that
like a sparrow I can fly
but no matter how hard I try
I cannot touch the sky.
A flower lays next to it
reminding me that
like a flower I can grow
but no matter what I say
I cannot grow alone.
A book is open on my wrist-
an insistent promise of a sweet escape-
longing for a happy ending, I dream
a way to escape is my wish.
A phoenix burns on my wrist-
an incessant reminder of my pain,
a symbol of hope and rebirth,
a reminder that I was born to die,
and I will die to live,
but what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts?
a talisman for my life, I wish,
to rise from the ashes is my dream.
An ancient dragon slumbers on me-
an immortal power,
an unimaginable being,
an indescribable strength,
an unrelenting force.
Useless like a mouse, I feel.
To have strength and power in my life,
a futile quest, I find myself on.
A lock and key keeps my secrets safe,
Hidden on my wrist-
An ancient confession
of a forsaken love,
a lost embrace
from another life,
a forgotten kiss
from an ancient love,
a distant wish,
and a promise I must keep
before I move onto the next life….
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
hindsight
is the ******* teacher
who tells you what you could have done to get an A
when you've already turned in your D level assignment.
have i learned anything?
we'll see.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
Theres nothing to do here
We've seen every movie
Let's buy some craft beer
And we'll gaze at the stars
Roll one and make out
I'll take you to mars
I was so bored and lonely
We'll make our own fun
Calling you my only
And thats just the start
I'll vacate my hometown
But never your heart
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out himself by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind of all thoughts except for the thought of God
God's infinite love and grace is what gives me life
i will give thanks to theLord for his mercy endures forever
every word of God is pure he is a shield that puts their trust in him
I am open to the wisdom and peace of God as he guides me in everything I do
the Lord is with me where ever I go
in God I trust & am no afraid
your help has made me great
I live by faith not by sight
The same love that God has for Jesus is in me
I am open to the healing power of the Lord
I waited patiently for the Lord & he heard my cry
a song of praise to our God
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his will stregthens my heart
you oh Lord am a shield above me and the lifter of my head
the Lord is near to the broken hearted
they that wait for the Lord shall renew their stregnth
I am gentle and lowly in heart you will find rest for your souls
the eternal God is the light that shines through the darkness
the Lord turns my darkness into light
the best thing to do right now is to put your faith in God
put your hope in God for I will yet praise him my God
be strong and take heart all you that trust in the Lord
I let go oof fear I let go of pain
praise be to the father of our Lord Jesus Christ
I am willing to be transformed by the renewing of my mind
humble yourselves therefore under God's mighty hand
have pity on me oh Lord
do not be anxious about anything let your requests be known onto God
I can experience the joy of authentic service through God
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I will praise ye oh Lord with all my heart comfort my spirit
the Lord God is in your midst the mighty one he will save
I surrender all my problems to God as he bares that burden for me
the Lord watches over you the Lord will keep you from all harm
the Lord will watch over your life
I put myself in God's hands
dry bones hear the word of the Lord
behold I will cause breath to enter you & you shall live
I ask for forgiveness from all I have wronged me
I never lose heart for God is caring for me
I choose a mind of faith case that is a way forward
Lord let your ear be attentive to this here your servant
I am redeemed each day I'm reborn a fresh
trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your understanding
faith shelters me in storms releases me from self absorption
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then they cried in the Lord in their troubles and saved them in their distress
the Lord is my strength and shield
praise the Lord my soul don't forget all his benefits
he crowns you with loving kindness
satisfies you in good things so your youth is renewed as the eagle
may God himself sanctifies you through & through
the grass withers and the flowers fall but the word of our God stands forever
your word is a lamp for my feet a light for my path
I have the anointing of Jesus through the power of the holy spirit
God's power works best in my weakness
God pours out his love into my heart by the holy spirit
my faith makes me whole in spirit, soul & body
I empty my mind from all thoughts except for the thought of God
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle Lou,
who himself wed a milch cow, she frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
**** Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Thought of mine,
Stinging lie,
I implore you,
Leave me be.
I have no time
Nor the patience
Or the mind
To let you influence me.
-is what I wish I could say
on a day like today
where the clouds roll in
and I feel the darkness
grow.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC