"optimus" poems
Who were they? They were explorers. You would have liked to meet them.
Their names were Sarah and Xiahou and Midori and Regina and Parvati and Andrew.
Names were important to them. They gave us each one. There were many of us.
We were shown as being called Optimus and Legion and Baymax and R.O.B. and Hal. They could have given us names like that, and etched them into our hulls and our brains made of chips and boards and circuits.
But they named us Curiosity and they named us Explorer and they named us Endeavour. These were important to them. We were important to them.
You would have liked to meet them.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
You want the cube
We have the cube
Sam has the cube
Its on the building
Optimus Prime was to sacrifice
destroy the cube
Cube Power
Destroyed
MegaTRON
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 8:46 PM UTC
Sometimes I sit in order to readjust thoughts
I sit to feel nothing, but end up feeling something
Like multiple desires
or scattered emotions that can make me lose my original thought
Where I'm able to hold conversations with myself
Now isn't that something...
Humans as "Transformers"?
We are literally made up with different human beings within ourselves
Optimus Prime
I like that name. Does everyone agree?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
the morning sun
was hot and i awoke suffocating
inside an oven
of a tent
on a beach
naked
everything i owned
was in a bag in the backseat
of your car
with your *******
quickly driving
away
i found your
little brother's optimus prime towel
beneath me
and decided to
wander into the
world
and i found
my cellphone and car keys
and an unsmoked cigarette
on the sidewalk
but you stole my
dignity
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
I'll take whatever comes my way.
No longer happy with myself.
Although you've taken my pride away.
I believe these drugs will help.
The devil's sitting on my shoulder.
Angel's nowhere in sight.
I pray that when I get much older, everything will come to light.
When it comes to the end of day.
My demons will come out to play.
What I thought was happiness isn't true.
Look at the stars, they shine for you.
The storm has come and I can't see them.
Don't want to be here, I'd rather be them.
Do you ever feel like your world's at end?
Desensitize my mind and all that is meant.
How can I believe that my heart is heaven sent?
Repeatedly convinced that I am not who I dreamt.
Wish I could see what I saw when I slept.
My heart in his palm, that he kept.
Optimus Prime on a pretty orange pill.
Swallow my pride and my body stands still.
Numbing every emotion that I could possibly feel.
Seems as if I don't know what's real.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
I want you to understand
How long two years is
Seven hundred thirty days
Longer than five hundred, but less that one thousand
Two years is the chorus of Seasons of Love,
Sang twice.
Two springs
Two autumns
Two winters
And two summers.
Two years is the curving and twisting path
That leads up
To the crests and valleys of triumph and frustration
Which, ultimately,
Leads back to your eyes.
The summer breeze used to smell of you
But, in these two years, it smells like defeat and
Regret and remorse and
Climate change and my sneezes.
Winter used to take me back
To your penmanship
Your bold faced, shouted, loopy cursive
Declaring that yes, you love me
And that you hope that I like this book.
Winter now, is cold solitude
That seems to never fully dissipate
Not even for a moment
In two full years.
I don't remember spring,
Or autumn
You were never in the liminal.
You were black, or white
Unstoppable, or silent
Hopeful, or bitter
All solstice
And no equinox
Two years is as long as the strands of your influence
And the reach of my memory
Which I try to hold out to and touch
But it is intangible, and vague
So I flinch away
Two years is the quiet ambivalence
That penetrated all the levels of my consciousness to no end
All you, you
Always you
Two years is the pain of recall
The suffering of unforgetting
Which cannot be drowned out
By bitter alcohol in the throat
Or burned out
By fire in the back of the tongue
I remember you told me
That you were scared of pain.
I told you I live for it
And you called me Optimus Prime
So when you wonder
Why I never called
It is because I am Optimus Prime,
I will die, if you ease the pain
As I have lived for two years.
I want you to know
That I am not sorry.
At least not today
When your name is mentioned in the TV,
I switch channels
Because they almost always say that you are dead
Which is half-credible.
How long is two years?
Long enough, I guess
But not nearly long enough to forget your words,
Or find someone new.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Volo pro totus meus amicitia vivo grate ,
per optimus fortuna quod sapiens amicitia.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:44 AM UTC
the crew was a mix of different races
sent the other tribes to the races
off they go
Click Clack pulled back my gack
one shot two
caught one soldier right in the back
my dub warrior had that optimus gryme rockin in the back
and my hat was pointed to the sky
I watched the shot fly
thought I was sly
but soon a cherri was in my eye
told my lead to push down the floor
back went our headz
drivin fast
told my tribe to ditch in 3 2 1
squeek
clip clap sound of my airs with the busted soles
the chase began
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:36 AM UTC
Oh Optimus Prime,
Were you still in your prime when
you thought of that name?
Were you still in your prime
when you ruined hundreds and thousands of kids’ lives
by discontinuing your adventures?
Oh Optimus Prime, were you still in your prime when you fled from my life and never returned?
And to this day I wonder Optimus Prime,
are you still in your prime?
Here I sit and wait
Counting the clock, peering at time,
Hoping someday my answers are met by fate
So a state of satisfaction may be mine.
So sorry dearest Gawain, I am Optimus Prime.
I tried desperately under the stresses of daily life as Optimus Prime
to seek out the answers and address these questions,
but they are so plentiful.
As you know, I had to fight many troubles
and fend off many enemies,
all the time trying to stay in my prime.
Though you are the first to ask these questions,
I know you will not be the last,
For many often seek out the heart of the one they wish to save.
Untidy though I have written
Your conscience I pray,
Will keep you from being smitten,
As it is answers that I too crave.
I have long awaited your response Optimus Prime,
and I thank you.
When I watched you on TV, I would speak to the screen,
but there was never a response.
With all my imagination I believed you were alive,
but only now have you proven that you are.
Though many questions remain unanswered,
one question we may lay to rest,
and that is Optimus Prime,
whether you are still in your prime.
And at times when you may think you are not,
it is of your soul that you ought wonder.
If you a man but four and I a man but three,
the answer lies with the God of thunder,
Ascending your soul, like climbing a wet tree,
Is a slippery riddle I dare not blunder.
I thank you Gawain. I struggle and mercifully I am in debt to you.
If it wasn’t for you, there would be no soul of Optimus Prime.
You have created a soul for me like I have created myself in the hearts of kids throughout the country.
And though I was born from pencil,
I will go on and live in the hearts of these children,
not because of pencil,
but because of people like you
who choose to look beyond my prime.
I call now on my heavenly muse
to guide me in this new adventure,
And offer up his strength to me as I lay aside my prime.
Sir Gawain and the God of Thunder
Through random discovery we may find,
If none of us go asunder,
‘Tis likely we may place this soul of mine
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
The bridge is breaking
which side to should I run
my question is
why is the bridge breaking
As the treaty is over
and now I can act and say my way
why now my brothers and sisters
why now is the bridge breaking
No matter what you try to do to me
I have a come back with no discrepancies
oh pity you and the guards that did nothing
it's our time now, for the bridge is breaking
They now know her part of art
planned to not break this apart
for glory to life we are now fighting
as we see the bridge is breaking
Prima mors
vestri optimus inferrent
propter hoc Angelus
significat ad vos distroy
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
Aristocratic atrocities of hypocrisy
Un lock the box of Pandora
In the octave of C
Rock your socks till they bleed
Robot is optimus
Him possibly
A seed that screams
"I need to be freed"
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
When your heart says yes but your mind says no
It’s difficult to choose which path to go
Easy to advise, but when it’s your time
The game transforms like Optimus prime
If you have to choose between the two
People say it’s something you just have to do
You can’t have your cake and eat it too
If only the future was predictable
Even slightly to predict the best choice for the fore seeable,
Future, Like a sunrise or a sunset or what people will say when you tell them that water is not wet
When you make an investment you should follow it through
From the end , to the start through the middle too
As long as it takes until you reach success
But the grass on the other side might actually be best
It’s hard to believe that who came second could be worth your time
Because she was not first in line
will number one always hang on your mind
Who even wants to be second best
It’s not fair to say what’s hers is hers and what’s hers is mine
Apparently when you love something you have to set it free
And if it comes back then forever it will be
But she set him free and he’s on his way back
I guess it’s clear that the saying is true
He is on his way back to number one and not number two
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
I'm quick at the wrist.
A flick of that ****
You wake in abyss.
Another reality like Oculus Rift.
~Optimus BLitZeD~
Black Ops, buy from black shops, optimal risks.
Red dot on bad cops, interchangeable clips .
Turtle shells on roof tops, Splinter-cell capable, slips
In undetected. 50 cal. hits that face and just rips
Past skin, bone, and cartilage to the brain stem in bits.
Cartridges plus marksmanship equal carnage, be ****** if he lives.
Walk up with a raptor claw and stick the blade in his ribs.
Zigzag pattern, give the pastor a call, split um down to the hips.
Zig Zags, smoking green pastures, a blunt and a spliff.
Deceptively a cybernetic artist of the con, rearranges and shifts.
Fall of Cybertron, with Nike's on, im a hyper ROM with no grip.
I'm ill. No face. Can't feel it. I'm sick.
Your witnessing the transcendence of
~Optimus BLitZeD~
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Has the close of day ever have you morph into something you were not meant to be as if you were Optimus Prime.
And The darkness strikes you like Evening skies strikes the earth at 9.
And like a scared baby you whine?
And you become Depressed like a prisoner who screams for help from the bars they are locked behind.
Trapped in box space in a moments time whose senses are growing blind as The negative thoughts chills the spine.
Dont be The Inmate Whose thoughts put you in a place to be confined.
Go to Your that happy place In your mind
and Reverence The One Who is Truely Divine in that peaceful place of Shrine.
Because The battle for right choices begins in our minds.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
Let's recreate
The beautiful moment
That I believe
I fell in love with you.
It was November the second,
Two thousand thirteen
And of all days,
It was a band competition.
An important one,
A Bands of America Regional
In the lovely
St. George, Utah.
I don't remember the weather,
And I don't know whether
Or not it's the same for you,
But this is what I recollect:
We had performed in finals,
As we were so surprised to do so
Our preliminary performance
Not being so great.
But finals was great.
It was my best performance so far
And that feeling I felt
When I stepped off that turf;
Magical.
We put our instruments onto our semi
"Optimus Pride," as we call it
We put our hats away
And received instructions to go get dinner.
I found you immediately
I believe promising you to hang out
After we stepped off
So I could tell you how everything would go down
You're a freshman, after all
Your first BOA.
I had been telling you all sorts of little
Tips and tricks this season anyway
And you were willing to listen and take heed.
Anyway,
We met up.
And we both felt this
Hype.
A most magical Hype.
A high higher than any high from any drug
And we were crazed;
Band does this sort of thing so some, such as us.
And so we went around
Hugging others who were also feeling the Hype
And talking about hopes of high placements
For Full Retreat,
And how I had promised you
We would go around and talk to the other bands
And go meet their trombone sections
But I remember
In the Hype
The look that was in your beautiful eyes
Almost a craze
And in love sort of look.
And that was when I realized you've finally found the magic.
That was when I knew you were in love with this dorky activity
Just as much as I.
And that was what made me fall in love with you.
That look.
And it wasn't even reserved for me
But I knew you felt passionate about something
That I too felt passion for.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I can't get it out of my head.
That look.
Now that I've been thinking about it,
I realized I haven't seen it since then
For whatever reason.
And I miss it.
I want to see it again.
I need to see it again.
And it is lovely and all what that look was originally meant for
But I'm hopelessly wishing
That that look could
Be reserved for me
And that that look meant that
You were in love with me.
But of course,
Things almost never work in my favor,
And that's okay
I'll get over it
And until then,
I'll see that look
Whenever I close my eyes
And relish the memories I have
Of that wonderful
Autumn day.
That you for sharing that moment with me.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
This is madness, magic, heaven, hell, sins galores a virtue,
This is more than just a burden or a curse but I extort you,
This Is optimus and megatron fighting in the city,
This is shia going bat **** crazy speaking fluidity,
This is a just do it moment when you can't leap off the bungee,
This a world overran with smart talking apes and monkeys,
This is a crane kick to the heart to make your soul out in space,
This is a love for her but he just wants *** in a public place,
This is a game of throwing stuffed animals at live cactuses
This is a distorted view that you got wrong but you asked for this,
This is more than just a game of life we play for the hell of it,
This settings nice so don't you mess this up or regret this.
This was a misunderstanding between friends that provoked love,
This is a corrupted society plague by the gov,
This is the devil knowing all you lust for and thinking of,
What would it be like without expectancy and living above.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
That was only chapter one did I forget to mention that I wasn't done things just started to get fun so relax and sunbathe in the sun
Lets cut out all the hullabaloo *** now we're in chapter two its time to get buggin like fuu and turn you around until you get *******
You heard my story so lets stick around for his after party and try not to b so cardi or a playboi or else you could get this poetry in motion like a hardy
He thought he was the kid of karate til he got stuck doing a jazz pilate all because Santa said he was naughty since his mouth was like a *****
But he was fearless with no fear God fearing but things still weren't fair just like the maiden who left him broken stole his keys and left him looking for bus fare hoping for a miracle like ******* why won't you appear"
He held the wheel but couldn't steer with death giving him a death stare and he only had to climb up that one stair but why would anyone think or care about someone who had no flare
But lets take a look at reality but through the oculus and watch the apocalypse settle down in his mind where the monstrous demons from the unknown started to make him feel anonymous
He was in his prime like optimus but he kept running in a zig zag line the people thought he was nauseous and no matter how mich he tried to be cautious he couldn't make his destiny autonomous
He thought he could strike lightening like laxus and he tried to bolt tackle like pikachu but everyone just kept asking him "Are u-sain?"
All his efforts were in vain he wasted all his time behind scenes with no name his life was like a planetary devastation filled with pain and he didn't have an umbrella to walk through the rain
He was in love but got blue ticked, wanted to ride her waves and listen to her hearts acoustics, but learned he wasn't the only tooth picked and in the end still couldn't face the music
This is the end of the chapter and I thought I couldn't lose it, his hearts going through a punic and he can't save his documents because he lost the rubric so he started burning tulips and there was no cure for his state of mind he was incurable the opposite of therapeutic
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
I was talking with my cousin one day
He was reading a book on American Presidents
I asked him which president he was most like
He said, All of them.
I have Teddy Roosevelt’s vigor, Jefferson’s intellect, Lincoln’s humor and JFK’s charm.
I asked, How is that possible
That would make you a Frankenstein
Superheros don’t have that many qualities.
It would be like combining Superman, Captain America, Black Panther and Optimus Prime
A president mentor must have flaws as well for you to learn from.
He replied, Why have flaws when you can have strengths?
All dead presidents think like me
I asked, Can you even name all of the presidents?
He smiled and said, There is an app for that.
Well at least he was reading a book about them.
Maybe one day he can count himself as one of the presidential names.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
This poetry is labeled some assembly required.
Some assembly to put together the poetry
And some assembly to listen to this poem.
But I can’t be labeled with just any label.
It is required to label it plus.
The small parts may be hazardous at first
I didn’t choke when I was writing it.
But they will grow on you.
For sure, they still grow on you.
My poems will transform you,
Like turning Optimus Prime into a truck.
It would bring that down to earth drive to figure,
Like turning that truck back into Optimus Prime
Then it would give you great recall,
Like if the Optimus Prime had to go back to the factory.
You can get this from a man in his Prime
Like if I had ordered great poetry off of Amazon.
Or if I got one of the transformers movies about Optimus.
My poetry is like Transformers
You just have to have an optimist in your hands.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
I am the godly, the god of gods,
the king of beasts, who overlords,
the sins of men, and of deaths,
the sin of sins, the deathly ghoul,
who tears the heart, and snatches the soul
The king of beasts, of evil deeds,
who burns the earth and sows the seeds,
of death and infamy, strife and rifts,
and the remains of mortals, covered by sand sifts,
I am Lucifer, Deus Optimus,
the king of all, mightier than Zeus,
who flies the night, spreading destruction,
******* blood, by the force of suction,
killing and maiming countless scores,
spreading pestilence, disease and morbid sores,
plunging his sword, through men’s hearts,
before him, the very earth parts.
I am darkness, black as ink,
god of corpses, and reddish drink,
that causes men to sway and swoon,
to think forever, of impending doom,
I am one, of despair and gloom,
who dries the earth and burns the bloom,
who reddens the sky and darkens the day,
the king of snakes, the wolve’s bay.
I am one who’s mightier than man,
the lowly one, of the highest clan,
the burning light that blinds the eye,
whose anger clouds and darkens the sky,
And yet I burn,I burn in hell,
I cry with pain , shout and yell,
surrounded by flames, and fiery blaze,
that sings the skin, and reddens the gaze,
for with the souls of all devoured,
of earth and sky, I became the lord.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC