"outclassed" poems
Hey Sweetheart remember me?
The girl you said you 'loved' for almost a century?
I see you take your "new" friends wherever you go.
Are you with them cause we broke up or is it for their hoes?
So you said we should be 'friends' and you're really sorry,
but what about these rumors you've been telling everybody?
I never left the boundaries of being faithful,
that was your dumb *** cause you're so ******* disdainful.
Now even though I'm ecstatic I kicked you to the curb,
we need to go over some things cause I'm pretty disturbed.
For one keep my name out of your mouth,
you must not understand baby I'm from the south.
I'm not scared to punk you in front of your friends,
if I hear another thing about me from you this will transcend.
Oh by the way I un-friended your ***** ***
You're a piece of **** and you've been outclassed.
I hope the next **** you **** carries stds,
that's exactly the kind of wake up call you need.
Thank God I dumped you when I did,
you were so ******* annoying since you act like a kid.
I hate you so much and I will never miss you again,
Lets not talk anymore and you can just have a ****** life then!
-Alicia Hubert
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
A journo aware, equally at home in Palaces, Halls or the streets
Trained to vision duplicity slants and angles and know the crux
Able to see the story behind the story behind the story and more
In ethics robed proudly while mendacity and shenanigans cry shy
Show me the Dai Lama in a crack den or Bill Gates ******* in Goa
Semi demi illiterates with joined-up thinking or unthinking
Immatures lacking emotional intelligence or gainful statures
In groupthink mired settles on group delusions in vicissitudes
We're programming or flooding seeds of doubts or confusing
As if maladroit fantasies are gospels not simpletons' chicanery
Dismissives sad dolts duly outflanked and outclassed inherently
Ignoramuses crude and coarse in true form lacking introspection
Wear disgrace proudly in persistence and parade idiocy fittingly
Strength in numbers neither nullifying stupidity or indignities
Indulgent cowards and sick gate-keeps of unearned entitlements
Nonentities, rabble rousers shamed vigilantes in emotional dearth
Claiming and luxuriating in the depravities of their deficiencies
I remain what I am and no apologies necessary for august status
Your diminutive deeds merely reflects your statures and intellects
Little minds already condemn you to suicides of real aspirations
CopyrightLaurenceA6thNov2018.allrightsreserved
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:10 PM UTC
The epitome of greatness, a mark in history
Of discipline remarkable, a stellar victory
Defeating the unbeaten, knock and break the mould
International heavyweight of Olympic Gold
Strike in quick succession, opponents retreat
Delivery duration, a knockout of defeat
Tactical ability, step into the range
Catalyst created, set for further change
Of the highest calibre, man who beat the man
Delivery on target, a humble champion
Of opponents outclassed, discontinued bout
Dominant performance, within and without
With athletic excellence, distance travelled far
Gym of daily training, cardio and spar
Professional perspective, stood to set the pace
Dedication, boldness, motivate, embrace
Influencing globally, rank of the elite
Rapid combinations, uppercuts repeat
Powerful formation, readiness of stance
Daily preparation, practice over chance
An honourable service, magnificence abound
Celebrating victory, crowding to surround
Continuing the greatness, strength and stamina
The world is truly grateful, Anthony Joshua
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
S is for Seduction, a vast verb saved for flesh,
But in her outer-worldly tune, my thoughts become enmeshed;
Like at the great Salamis, where strength sought strike the feeble,
Seduction marked our birth, their fall—an end without a sequel.
L heralds in some fifty lads, of whom mere five would pass,
Bugsy, Daphne, Sylvester, and Tazzy, above their peers compassed.
The tests were long, the trials were tough, from nothing we had fostered
A team of lucky, noble lads to fight these migrant monstærs.
A is the assault, outnumbered and outclassed,
Our heroes boldly braved their foes until their stalwart last.
Despite their lead by tyrants, such Nawt of Hispaniola,
Our foes were forced unto retreat, costing us Lady Lola.
M is for the ones who’ve fallen, for them mourn reminiscence,
For those who proudly placed their names for our petty subsistence.
The fight is done, the beasts beat back, denied all loot and hoarding,
And so a statue is ***** Honorum Mikael Iordan!
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
Chaotic systems
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams
Work ain't progress
It's a misused regress
Full of regrets
The greatest dissolution
No vision, just revisions
The mission of bureaucracy
Hypocrisy and autocratic casts
Top cats bumper weighty bonuses
Outclassed in beer bellies
Slashed in pompous waistcoats
*What a waste on the coast?
**I am not afraid to tell you, "I ain't a ******* robot"**
I am not a machine of production and rotations
**I am not afraid to tell you, "Go **** your *****
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous
Chaotic systems
Disabled stems
Controlled streams
Dash in seams
Be an example, model the sample
Let the leader lead the leaders
Let the leader be the servant
An active weaver of the basket
To hold with the strongest straws
In rows and crows, clinging to all
A negotiator of the common people
A facilitator in times of conflict
Let the worker be dedicated
Passionate, triumphant and trial-led
But the case is, all are in it for the money
I am not afraid to tell capitalists, "Give workers their rights"
**I am not a ******* charity mate! Share the faked matte!**
**I am not afraid to tell you, "Stick it up on your ***
Give me time to be creative, innovative and autonomous
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
Can't keep up with these kids
Outrun, outclassed
Left flat on my ***
Trying to reach a new level
Making bargains with a devil
Got left in the dirt
Feelings hurt
That's why I sold my soul
Soulless, No emotions
Now try to read my cards
Opinions inflicted wounds
Labels covered me
Until I washed them clean
Now I won't let anybody place me in a box
I'm cunning, You can call me Mr Fox
Cuz I'm unique, Individuality, Totally me
May never be on top
But I am everything else that you're not.
©2018 Written By Benji James
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
A vast trench
happens to my right,
A grey scale area
that shadows by night,
The source of its presence
is not of its own,
And would likely dissipate
if 'twas left alone
Outclassed by its brother
that resides aloft,
The border is clear
but the resemblance is not,
Every shade on the spectrum
is there to behold,
And all of the sweet tales
you've ever been told
Nightfall beckons
crevices grow dark,
As the shadows thicken
left side plays part,
Dancing with darkness
only imagination would dare,
Playing with fire
Take reign of the flare
Grey matter grey stone
cold lifeless and smooth,
Must continue to function
Synapses through groove,
Storing all logic
threads memories with seams,
Holds nothing original
overthrown by dreams
The side that never sleeps
illumination glimmers with brilliancy,
Creativity runs rampant
developed no further than infancy,
Discouraged by elders
suppressed by the sage,
Who thinks it sensible
to keep this treasure encaged
Who’s wisdom we question
to feed right side with answers,
The unknowns parallel
prefer singers and dancers,
Who chant the melody
we'd rather discern,
Listen to your left brain
and see what you learn
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
It's all about the social mining,the digging up,divining,modelling,refining,of what we call society,
the cream will rise like morning gold,
the frail,the weak,the poor and the old will sink into the sinkhole,poles apart from any start they though they might have had,
the world's gone fracking mad,
we are dug up,dusted,polished or busted and thrown back down the pit,they tell me **** don't smell so bad in a world gone fracking mad.
I refuse to heed the signs that say,'we'll all be socially mined one day' and prefer instead to look ahead to something far removed from the dynamite and the burning fuse.
The outcast few will far outlast the casting crew who cast their lines down the social mines to catch those who have not a clue that they're the bargain in the bucket,
**** it why do I care?
I've done my share of casting been outcast,outclassed,passed around and out and now in passing all I had, I still think the world's gone fracking
mad.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Jupp liked
the Whitmarsh girl
or so he said
hand at the side
of his mouth
whispered
as she walked
the corridor
from Maths room
to biology class
her friend the girl
with the teeth
like a horse
(Greenfield’s cruel
Description made)
Jupp eyed her greedily
her grey skirt
swaying
as she moved
the white socks
knee high
her hair in two
ribbon tied
bunches
he looked too shy
too outclassed
to make a move
you thought
from his ****** pose
and pitted flesh
I see her in my dreams
Jupp said
she likes me then
and speaks
Miss Whitmarsh
entered
the bio class
with friend
as you and Jupp
followed close
behind
what else
in his dreams
he does you
do not know
nor care
taking seats
with him
three desks away
him ******* up
his visual love
or lust
the former
you hope
and trust
she took out
her flowered
pencil case
and unzipped
taking pen
and pencils out
and laid
on the desk
in front
Jupp love ******
or drunk
sat eyes stuck
tongue protruding
the bio teacher
speaking
and pointing
lecturing
on some plant
she had
her red painted nail
moving along
is this love?
Jupp asked
this pain in chest
and heart?
you wondered
spying Miss Whitmarsh
if she had clue
of her secret lovers’ pain
or if she did
whether cared
or no
her pale features
her skinny frame
her slightly
pointed nose
which part it was
he loved
her all
or part
or all
of those?
who cared
you thought
or knows.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
I feel the air catch my sigh and wrap it in a breath
hollowed lungs, retching tight, sinking into death.
Around, all around, the mourners gather each to pay a due
this lifeless corpse, unreceptive it’s all compensation for you.
I kneel to break your fall but your body breaks my ghost
outside my shell, I lose my breath and wait to raise my host.
My dread grows fast as each word falls, blindly upon steel lips
your kiss dissolves into that flesh yet I feel your fingertips
comfort my hand, take the pain and wish it on to you
as my mother's child, you’d take my death and gladly keep it too.
Tears drown the skin that wrinkles hard, to crush them into rivers
your broken heart echoes so loud that walls cower in shivers.
Suffocating pain engulfs time, ignoring the space
wailing spectators outclassed by you, your never-ending grace
warms my heart or what this is now, you always made me safe and sound
as this heavy air chokes your breath I gently revolve around.
Your broken body, silent stare, somehow you’re dying too
I raise my arms to stroke your face and you feel that I’m with you,
those eyes warm up as tears draw the pain away from your shattered heart
I give my love and everything I have to ease as I depart.
You gave me a life unconditional and endless love to guide the way,
in this touch I know you sense all those words, in my ghost that I can't say
your body’s tender as you take a breath in that moment I’m right here,
the body you held was just a vessel, you feel there is nothing to fear.
No need to speak for I am you and all you ever gave
my final kiss steals a gasp but it’s ok, you laugh, be brave.
Your smile lit the way for my life and returns to ease my death
‘I love you’ sings from your lips through a trembling, difficult breath
I sing it back as I take my place on the breeze of finality
I’ll be here with you until you are ready, I knew this was to be.
Keep the faith.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
dreaming demon screaming without reason
treasonous season fastidious and aromatic
blooming blossoms bursting from bosoms
new shoots shooting forth
life re-awakening with longer days
and warming temperatures –
civilized industrialization outclassed
by the low roar of larva taking flight
en masse wings flash and crops gasp
nature retaliating after its relinquishment
relegating mankind to extinguish the fires
of the long cold lockdown –
frolicking fawns free and fuzzy
boundless bounce in green alfalfa fields
white tipped hare tails leap and scurry
and Mrs. Coyote cleans kits absentmindedly
looking over flowing prairie grasses
for a mouse sized morsel –
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
He floated free that small warm day,
and stands accused of poetry,
from underneath the whisper tree.
Its limbs lean down close, as if to say
his only chance has slipped away,
gone.
Like happiness after failure tears
your pride from you and lets you find
the rows of heartache left behind
by others who refused to hear,
and have been gone ten thousand years.
Gone like the smile that pity stole.
Like puppet strings left hanging loose,
by hands and brain that could not choose.
The heart as dwarf, the mind as troll,
the stringless puppet with no soul.
Without the hands the puppet slides
too far down for healing light.
Though he tries with all his might,
no wires to help him stand upright,
he finally quits and soon decides
that crying goes on when cutting is done.
While far away the assassin watches,
and the fire inside exactly matches
the burned out place his fear is from.
No phoenix from this ash will come.
No memories of the finery,
no angled light on sleeping face
in this broken empty place.
These missing crooked lines will be
the last thing that he does not see.
Gone like the words to happy songs;
The puppet knows his time has passed.
The dance he danced has been outclassed,
the gravity was just too strong,
will make him dust before too long.
He knew all this before he wrote his tune,
the whisper tree was quiet then;
He was about to try it when
he floated free that small warm June,
lasted too long, over too soon.
The sadness wins, the winter steals September.
He tries to see ahead for reasons
but it looks the same for many seasons,
as it has been as long as he remembers.
This will be the last thing that he sends her.
And nights, no matter how he tries,
the images so fiercely staring down;
the frightful smile, the menacing frown.
Weary and weak, he still sleepless lies,
no phoenix from this ash will rise.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
#*
Uncertainty
Is having its time
The chance of a lifetime
Leaving all, timelessly uncertain
The only chance it got
Before being
Outclassed
By certainty
The essence of life
To be and not
And the timeless flow*
🌿🌿
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
I've always flown south in the wintertime- fragile, small bird that I am.
I am able to support myself
on wind currents
and glide seemingly effortlessly through the skies,
but I always knew I was outclassed by the cold.
I retreat into the warmest climates I can:
sanctuary in songs,
warmth in silence,
and safety in my slow glide through those months.
Winters get longer and longer like their days;
the darkness overtakes them
faster and faster
until you're living in the dark.
They try to divert the attention away
from that unsettling victory of night's blackness over day in winter
with their neon lights and smiles,
but even the purity of snow cannot combat the coldness those long shadows bring.
I leave for months at a time.
My vacant nest fills with snow in my absence.
It isn't the most productive defense,
but I cannot survive winter's harshness another way.
When I return
my nest is still damp
from the frozen tears of defeated summer.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
from mountains coloured by no faint regret
there's never pause to think we must be past
the urgent moment when we were beset
by what seemed armies that could not forget
the banner that was once seen on our mast
from mountains coloured by no faint regret
yet we must move to wait would be to fret
and patience is for those who have not passed
the urgent moment when we were beset
from every side but still would take the bet
against despair we could not be outclassed
from mountains coloured with no faint regret
each could discern what would not be upset
till beyond hope all pilgrims would hold fast
the urgent moment when we were beset
right at the point where all the roads had met
and journeys would have reached their end at last
from mountains coloured by no faint regret
the urgent moment when we were beset
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
no name will matter at the very last
when all the pains we wandered for are done
in the last drops we crave of pallid sun
and the dark bones we hate are being cast
we'll smile and nod knowing we were outclassed
by those we taught who passed us on the run
not knowing that the game was not in fun
and soon they too will fade into the past
all that we know is just a tiny bit
of the whole tale a mere partial story
which each is given for their proper role
enough to play with some essay at wit
although we all wish the full of glory
not one of us can grasp the very whole
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC
What song do the birds sing that is sweeter than the words that comes from your mouth
Could the chirping crickets match you voice to voice
The loud crow of the **** isn't clearly heard than a faint sound from you
Many are aesthetic beauty but you outclassed them all
You are the kind of girl that makes me want to fight all fright
From dusk to dawn the silence of the night only make ur beauty bright
With the light comes a might that makes me hold on tight
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
Now, now remember who you are and don't sink
to their level, empty vessels make the most noise
You know these are plain ordinary people
Inherent inferiority complex needs a front
They need to vent, to feel significant to feel some power
Don't let them feel bad, don't show them that you know anything
just remain accommodating, gracious and respectful
They already know who you are
that's why they do all they do
you don't need to prove anything
Don't go showing you're are bright, adequate and capable
Don't let them feel outclassed and outflanked or useless
They are real people and they have tender feelings
Fragile egos always feel threatened and some will overcompensate
Understand where their resentment or false bravado stems from
Understand their need for recognition and a taste of power and control, mediocrity will put on a show always
even if its at your expense, just lower your expectations
and feel compassion for they have so much missing in them
They've never really had self esteem, confidence and self assurance
They, by their humble positions feel angry and some envious
So please let them feel they matter and are a worthwhile force too.
Yes, yes I know it's at your expense
But you know who and what you are
THEY DON'T HAVE NOTABILITY or a real solid identity
Please understand and be wise. You know those with real strength
have no need to prove it.
The Best General does not need to go to war
Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts
You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
Remember, any fool can know, the POINT is to understand
They are shallow and don't understand, so please remember
Be RESPONSIBLE and above all....
remember your humanity even if they don't remember theirs.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
I think of love
I think of you
Today I drove to get away may-be a sum up of my day
How do I escape maybe peace will liberate
Maybe life will imitate who am I and what’s today?
In, my mind, I try to stay,but Time moves only one way
Am I love do I exist, cause the hates hard to resist.
Like the sickness from a disease I’m pleading down on my knees
If I’m week, I’ll never show it, unless you ask you’ll never know it
wipe off the sweat that got you bread loves in the heart not just the head
I wish a Dr could treat my hope, I wish my thoughts were filled with soap
To let them soak while Staying woke you, steady vote just to provoke
Fire ain’t the only time you gonna see smoke, when it’s you broke. I’m broke, she broke.
I write when I don’t note I think when I don’t choke
I am ruled, by propaganda split my head, then read Miranda
I am kind I am true I’m me I’m you, like the ground that flew
Like an ocean inside a pool, wisdom, is like a tool stay calm stay cool
Rule be your creator, be greater not just a hater
I cater, but never waiver hey mother nature send me a prayer
The world is lost, and so am I, it could be me it could be I
The peace I lost was never lost only covered up by lust
Can you love without regret? be wise and Ignorant.
like the metal they had me bent Maybe this is how I vent.
You understood what i meant when I told you you heaven sent
With my body pressed to your chest you loaded bullets on to my vest
And said, get them tiger! I’ll try my best while laying my head to rest
I build my thoughts, like birds build a nest, like honeybees on a quest
Like good Times, that never last, like signatures on your cast
Like a blast from the past outcast, I came at last
Not too slow, but not too fast surpassed, but not outclassed
And I wrote all of this to say today is only today
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 4:09 AM UTC
How I loved, how I bled
It all sounded so perfect in my head
Your voice, your heart, your hair, lips, and eyes
You were the reason for my heart
Before you,
I could never open my self
And because I opened up I bled deep
The light I fought to grow
Left me cold in the fading snow
Only when I loved could I come to know
The real me was never alone
The friends and lovers I would come to know
Outclassed that first love that would soon go
The future had better plans for me
This included being happy
Something she could give to nobody
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
In the hardening of an artery where the blood once flowed, eternity stares me in the face but between that place and here which the Devil holds dear is a sanctuary, a get away with it all before the last knockings call kind of place.
Hard walls and white walls, no satins, no lace just a safe kind of place that I like to call home.
Outclassed by being by-passed and the surgeons don't know my name but the game is the thing and the living bring hope or so it's said to the dying,
We're not dead, we're just trying it on for size, they say through the bloodshot of eyes that can't see,
I see it all in the arterial wall
you can't fool me,
eternity
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,
Like a cover of a magazine, she shines, so serene.
Her eyes held a world that i couldn’t understand ,
A vision of beauty, slipping like sand.
I stood, caught in that fleeting, fragile space,
Where nothing was real, but I still gave chase.
She was the sun, I the fading moon,
In her light, I lost myself too soon.
"She looks like a dream," the words echo in my mind,
A perfect illusion, but no place for me to find.
I tried to fit, I tried to be whole,
But I didn’t belong—just a shadow, a soul.
I reached for her, but she slipped through my hands,
A face in a crowd, lost in distant lands.
I never showed her the depth I had inside,
I hid my true self—kept my heart denied.
And now I’m here, trapped in the past,
The dream’s a nightmare, and I’m outclassed.
I see her face, but she’s never near,
A memory, a ghost I hold dear.
The silence screams louder than words,
In my head, the pain echoes like birds.
I wonder, could I have made it right?
Or was I always meant to fade from sight?
This cage I built, too tight to breathe,
I locked myself in, no way to leave.
And now she’s gone—no touch, no sound,
Just an echo, a feeling, trapped and bound.
I dream of her, but she doesn’t see,
The boy I was, who could never be.
And so I stay, haunted by a face,
The prettiest dream, but I don’t fit in that place.
I wish I could forget, wish I could flee,
But every night, she’s all I see.
Trapped in the dream, with no way out,
Loneliness whispers, it’s all I’m about.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
LETS ALL STOP DWELLING ON THE PAST
WHATS DONE IS DONE
THAT TIME IN LIFE HAS ALREADY PASSED
TRY TO FORGET IF YOU FAILED
TRY TO FORGET IF YOU WERE OUTCLASSED
REMAINING IN THE PAST
WILL ONLY MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE AN OUTCAST
ITS TOMORROW WHERE YOUR FUTURE CHANGES
FORGET THOSE STUPID ARGUMENTS
FORGET THOSE STUPID EXCHANGES
REMEMBER THAT YOUR THINKING CHANGES
REMEMBER THAT POSITIVE THINKING REARRANGES
GOD HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THESE SECTARIAN WARS
ILLWILL IN THE PAST IS ALWAYS THE CAUSE
LETS JUST STOP TO THINK
LETS JUST STOP AND PAUSE
LETS REARRANGE THESE STUPID LAWS
ONLY THEN
WILL WE BE WORTHY
OF GODS APPLAUSE
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
The journey of a **** sports really rocked, the jewels, the pools forget about school, his people were saying, you're being a fool, he ridiculed.
He was in stride on a wonderful joyride. While in the background they'd lurk watching him do all the work they get all the perks, total jerks.
As things got funky he felt like a flunky, soon turned into a ****** Alas, he'd been outclassed felt like a complete *******
Started to think, what should I do Prayed for a breakthrough felt so low he had to climb a ladder to tie his shoe.
What kept popping in his head was the game of poker. He reached deep inside and pulled the joker.
He got over the **** came out of his slump no longer in the dumps and whatever they threw he'd trump.
So whether you're on top of the world or the least in the hood. GOD IS STILL GOOD.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Breaking reflective glass, feeling outnumbered and outclassed,
those "beauty contests," not one did you pass.
Now you can't stand your own face, features so out of place,
and I know they called you ugly again, so you redrew yourself with a surgical pen.
You say it's just a little plastic, but now your face looks so elastic,
but they now call you amazing, you feel ecstatic,
but tell me, do you really feel that fantastic?
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC