"outsmart" poems
something i believe with all of my heart
the exact moment you are hurt, you hurt
without warning you are torn apart
you hurt yourself and those around you
darkness isn't something you can easily outsmart
but i will say piece by piece and day by day
you will learn to heal and your life will restart
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
Idiot Man
everyone knows about the super hero dudes
the super cool who protect us from the bad and crudes
Batman, Superman, Spiderman even Batgirl too
they use their brains to outsmart villains and fools
to bring justice and kindness to a world sometimes unkind
well I searched all over the net trying to find
a way to create a new man of evil
and no it's not stuntman Evel Knievel
I call him Idiot Man and he lives up to his billing
he writes words of assnine stupidity completely filling
and entire page and more of ideas that are dumb
when he should be in the corner ******* his thumb
he cant recognize beauty when it's right there in sight
he doesn't know how to apologize to set things right
I guess it's hard to find a graceful way out
when you have left absolutely no doubt
that you are in fact Idiot Man
David Nelson ....
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
You are washed up
Out-dated
Old-fashioned
Never fashionable.
You treat me like an anomoly
Like my intelligence is withered.
Your goal in life is to make me feel small.
In response, I stand up.
Shout
Scream
Belt
Until you can no longer ignore me
Or put me in my place.
I love when you get that look on your face.
That look of utter
Disgust
Disconcertion
Defeat.
It just goes to show that
I know how to outsmart you.
This is why I need feminism.
Why I have embraced it.
Because everything that makes me "unlady-like"
Makes a man ideal in your eyes
And in society's.
To rid the world of
So-called human beings like you.
While in reality
You are nothing but a sexist.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
physically I have no symmetry
and it doesn’t even bother me
my physical state is electrical
and internally I am symmetrical
a love so big it's my counterpart
symmetrically matching my flesh parts
an existence created as a work of art
able to outsmart any black heart
understanding this duality
is the best of you loving the best of me
and I believe you will get there eventually
to your own symmetrical mentality
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 7:16 PM UTC
**A breath before my next step
Actually no
I'm just going to take it
I will not think twice… or worry about whether or not I’ll make it
I'm just going to take it
A calculation before the next leap
Not necessary… I'll just charge with the blind bravado of fighting bull, as opposed to the clueless stupidity of a sheep
And yes, I realize that the blind can be clueless… and the brave can be stupid
But jumping into life is just like jumping into love and either being realistically passionate about it… or believing in Cupid… one of the two is just stupid
Just to clarify, if you actually believe in a chubby flying baby with a bow and arrow… dude?... Stupid!
Anyway, a thought before my next move
Ain't nobody got time for that!… while you're still thinking about it they will shove you out of the way all the while yelling “MOVE!”
You have the ability inside you
Subconsciously, but you can still feel it… it’s quite distinct
Don't overthink it, make the move out of pure instinct
If you can effortlessly do it… the better for you
On the other hand
If you are able to put in more effort, less doubt… allow the faith you have in yourself to stand out
Fill you up with confidence, then understand… it would be better for you
To just stand up, take that step… leap over that obstacle… and outsmart them on the next move, friend... just do it.**
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
i am a woman who hasn't gotten over her girlhood strifes. i am alive in conflict & chaos; when storms still i tremble. i struggle with questions of my own importance. if i am your leaning post, why do i feel so alone? i am one ocean with many seas, rivers, harbours & waterfalls - each with their own names. i am not of this realm, yet my father calls me worldly. i struggle with questions of my own identity. if everyone sees me as one solid being, why do i feel so broken? i am a lover of opposites, of balanced scales, of reflections: black & white, girls & boys, sea & sky, everything & nothing, always & never. the sometimes, the somewhat, the earth, transvestites, grey zones: they don't sit well with me. & yet i am spokesperson for the exceptions (i before e, except after c. using drugs to have *** with people is assault, except for ****** i only like to write with black pens, except when I want to use a pencil. i only drink black coffee, except when I crave a double-double. i only **** girls, except when i need a **** each girl has her own firm resolve, that is contradicted with another's opinions: my whole existence is self-hypocrisy. i struggle with questions of conflicts in my own interest. if i am decided, why do i peer with longing at the other options? i am a planner, an organizer, a sorter: i put my problems in piles. i am erratic, scatterbrained & impulsive. i use my abilities to try to outsmart my destructive tendencies; to try & balance the scales. my flighty adventures often win over my obsessive habits. i struggle with questions of my own intent. if i am scared of commitment, why do i keep promising?
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
don't fall in-love with an ambitious girl
because she will always run after her ambitions instead of you
don't fall in-love with a feminist girl
because she will always win at anything against you
don't fall in-love with an independent girl
because you will never get to control her in anything
don't fall in-love with a smart girl
because she will always outsmart you a step ahead
don't fall in-love with a writer girl
because she will write out all your flaws if you ever break her heart
don't fall in-love with a singer girl
because her last song will be about how a bad *** you are
fall in-love with a poet girl
because she will rhyme out your greatness
before you even give up your heart to her.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Let me start by saying
I don't believe in love
But please let me explain
that it's just a rule of thumb
I say I hate the world
as I have a fear of rejection
I'm slightly socially awkward
especially when showing affection
However, beneath the surface
is another side to me
which i hide away from the world
for only a few to see:
I act like I'm the best
because I feel like I'm the worst
I shake my fringe and lower my head
when I'm uncomfortable or hurt
I have a tendency to overthink
and I get jealous easily
and I find it hard admit
as I'm afraid of people seeing all of me
I don't like to tell people these things
as it makes me feel vulnerable
just like I'll only sing to you
when I am feeling comfortable
I know you know I say 'shut up'
when what I really mean is 'yes'
there's a reason I'm telling you all these thing
that I probably should confess
I wanted to let you know me
but I was unsure how to do it
so I had to write a poem
or I'd be too awkward to get through it
So I have to tell you in a poem
how I really feel
before I change my mind
and the truth is never revealed
I say I'm really good with words
when actually, I'm just average
I'll say one thing but you'll know I mean another
if you watch my body language
I say that i don't give a ****
and that is sometimes true
but you can tell I'm lying
if I can't look at you
I've said I don't believe in love
yet I believe in fate
and I guess I like you quite a bit
so I'll tell it to you straight
i don't like expressing emotions
so forgive me if I'm blunt
but listen close to this
because I'll only say it once
-
I like the way you sing to me
though sometimes out of tune
I like the way when we lie down
you let me be the little spoon
I like how we don't have to talk
when we lay side by side
I love it when you tell me
that you miss me late at night
I hate your slow replies
but that's only because I'm needy
I like how we think we're really cute
when others think we're cheesy
I like the way you're patient
and how you hold my hand
i like the way you're respectful
and the way you understand
I like how we feel comfortable
when we're around each other
but i have to admit you're super annoying
when you steal all the covers
Your eyes, I've noticed, do this thing
where they go really soft
and i don't know if you knew
but you do it quite a lot
I like the way that sometimes
in your kitchen we'll slow dance
And normally I'm quite wary
but with you I took a chance
i hate the way you outsmart me
and how you're often right
I hate the way you cross my mind
every single night
I laugh at the face you make
when my hair falls in the way
I find it funny how we insult each other
at least five times a day
'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder'
is what we both live by
but I know I won't feel worthy of you
however hard I may try
I've said I don't believe in love
as it's a common misconception
but maybe I'm starting to think
that every rule has an exception
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
i had this dream
where i was locked in a glass room,
gasping for air with
thick fingers wrapped tight
around my throat.
the streets outside were crowded,
people stared and screamed,
but no one ever tried
to break the glass.
that's how monday mornings feel,
walking down halls filled with
well-meaning people who would
help if they knew how.
i am a butterfly pinned,
broken and bright and iridescent,
and you cannot look away but
what can you do?
i cannot ask anyone to stick
shattered shards into their skin
just to step between me
and an oncoming train.
i want no one else's knuckles
broken for my safety.
sometimes the wolves
outsmart the shepherds,
and i am softer than i seem
and not built to fight forever.
in my dream,
i kicked my boot bottom-first
through the glass
and sprinted a path through the crowd,
****** and breathless and bruised
and alive because
i know when to stop waiting for
things to make sense.
sometimes the monsters are
stronger than you'd hoped
and some things are not worth
holding onto.
i stopped seeing the shame in
running for my life
the day i ran out of other options.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:46 PM UTC
It feels as if I’m drowning,
Waiting for someone to come and aid me,
But time keeps tick-tick-tocking away
As if it’s in a race.
I wonder if my soul is racing against other souls
To see who could outrun the other
Or who could swim more
Than the person next to them.
I wonder if my soul is determining
Whether or not
This fishbowl is worth
All the fight and struggle.
Because I like to think my brain and my heart
Are battling each other for dominance.
Battling each other to see who could outsmart the other,
To see which ***** is needed more.
They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea,
But who’s to say
That there aren’t beasts and sharks
In the tank either?
A hundred miles below the horizon
Lie creatures that haven’t been discovered.
Different,
Yet so similar to our minds.
The grey matter that nurse our ideas
And cultivate them
They hide our innermost thoughts
And dreams lay hidden under them,
Waiting for the right moment to spring up.
My feet are straddling the edge of the cliff.
My heart’s racing,
And my mind is telling me to jump,
But I’m afraid of the unknown
And I don’t know what to expect
Once I dive in.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
In search of the human mind.
Diffrent thoughts crossed my mind.
A few conclusions I did find.
The human mind can go on with out a stop.
Reciveing to much input.
Danger, before you blow your top.
I got it all figured it out, not quiet yet
It is at the tip of my mind.
Have my brain cells run out of think.
Only when it comes to love, I am blind.
Are you just being lazy, you fell to quick.
You have to give me some help.
Or what use are you for me.
Open the way to see.
Only you can unlock the door.
Unfold the future, you hide the key.
Do you want to be the kind of mind.
The one who needs to live on pills.
Every mind comes with addiction.
The mind is not easy to read like a book.
The mind limits your judgement, with just one look.
The mind plays tricks, you better believe.
The mind is related to the heart, sending signals together.
The mind works when the body's asleep. (A dream the mind put it there)
The mind creates beauty wonders of the world.
The mind is a soft whisper, like our concsious.
The mind is so devieous, tricky, can outsmart anyone.
The mind is a beautiful thing to waste.
The mind can journey, with out leaving its nest.
The mind is knowledge, many fail to explore.
The mind is a traveler far and beyound.
The mind is like a paint brush, colorful art.
The mind is a creature, who hides in a cave.
The mind is like pain, don't stop in its way.
The mind is like a mime who dose not talk at all.
The mind is like a pair of shoes.
With out the mind you are nothing at all.
One can not live with or without the other.
The bottom line, the mind is a mystery!
Please continue with the hunt!
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
the face of a man whose children I almost had
he bought me a teal house that needed some work- but it wasn't that bad
spending hours in a stream finding every last crawdad
laying on my back in a field on a summer night feeling glad
these are the things that make me mad
a man who's loyal to no land
what things are in the drawer of your nightstand?
shouldn't I know first hand?
this feels like I'm sinking in quick sand
the announcement of someone new loving you didn't tear me apart
it's you sleeping with your brother's wife that did me in, sweetheart
who did you outsmart?
whose lives are kept in the dark?
locked and confined to the four corners of a house
you turn the lights off and take off her blouse
broken vows
what happened to the man who couldn't even hurt a mouse?
when you look in the mirror what do you see?
blue eyes as deep and vast as the sea?
a face full of deceit?
grabbing all the things you gave me, wishing I kept the receipt
bury your self respect in concrete
let your face burn scarlet when they ask
"so how did you two meet?"
black eyed susan vines
when and where did you both cross the line?
what you've done feels like swallowing turpentine
but it's all fine
good luck trying to untangle yourselves in these web of lies.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 4:32 PM UTC
english is called a salad in irish / hardly Gaelic, but worded for a toast, and the poor treat the poor as might be a drowning traveller on the titanic without pearl or a four-leaved clover.
and might not be the tears
of haka forbears
be the light
worth sharing when the europeans
that looked stupid
in bleached worth a colouring
in foreign culture
they thought it was worth being televised;
salad / sushi wording...
you immigrant? you irish? no?
oh well... you dodo? the end!
idiot pole didn’t outsmart the irish muscle
or potato! gave way to mash and tartan
of lamb mince... and still the irish
"communicated" leaving the poles
and engaging with *******
to be cheap in terms of worthy slavery:
two patron saints an Irish... one **** marley
one irish double with rye bread...
then there's Ulster, half of Dublin might mind,
and a percentage of Poland under russia prussia or austria...
you ******* leprechaun!
hey! mediocre me with a ceilidh:
make that ireland on the rocks...
the queen of the e.u. where the rainbow
where u2 where the *** of gold?
in iraq... or so i'm told.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
Squeals cry out as the ax smashes her guts
Dog barks loudly in multiple fears.
The man shouts, "Shut up you little mut!"
Her last breaths are heard as her eyes form crystal tears
A week later passes, the man notices his dog no longer runs
A month passes, his dog skips meals
"Papa, we must take Enzo to the vet!"cries ones of his sons
"It is obvious your dog is mourning from a loss and is suffering from PTSD" the veterinarian reveals
The worried man looks away in guilt
He quivers to continue the dialogue
Tears shed down his face as he remembers gripping the tilt
"They were best friends. Oceana and the dog. At times she surprised me for a pig how she could outsmart a dog."
A year later...
"Come along Enzo and Denver, supper's ready!"
The new piglet of the family snorts happily as the dog and his new best friend munch on their meal
"You did the right thing Papa." as his son yawns grasping his teddy
The former farmer kisses his son goodnight as he goes back to work
on his new zeal
A sign written, "Animals have a heart and soul just like humans. End all animal abuse for their kingdom is just as precious as ours."
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC
so well choreographed the performance
spectacular shapes they perfectly make
soaring up then dipping down this sky dance
synchronized on a collective feather's take
outstanding describes every single formation
orchestrated with an amazing flight's wing
over the countryside you'll see the murmuration
on staying together it repels a falcon's ping
utilizing the waving motion's code of sway
unbalancing any hungry prey by such skill
utmost this inventive pattern's display
undulations devised in an expert drill
the ballet on high is ever so terrific
trooped starlings cleverly will bluff
they'll outsmart predators prolific
trancing them with adept birdie stuff
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined indoors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.
Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have begun to enjoy
A handsome return.
After unremitting exertion
In a special way
Drawing attention
Investor we have indeed
Created job opportunities
For numerous in need
On their turn who have
Many mouths to feed.
We members of the fair ***
If not denied a chance
Could outsmart
Many a man, in a given
Task, grappling with his part.
In the Science
And political arena
Ladies that prove brilliant
Must come to the limelight.
In the military
And peacekeeping task
On the athletics track...,
There are also women
Who merit a tap on the back.
Breaking the double yoke
Must be the era's talk
Gender based discrimination
Should no longer pose
In development's wheels
A spoke!
Let this volubly
Resonate from
North to South
And from Beijing
To New York!
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
My bubble gum
Little plum
Fountain of joy
She's down
With flu and a frown
And a hesitant smile
It's really hard
Breaks my heart
To see a little cub cry
To endure suffering
Crying, not lying but tossing
In sheets of discomfort
But her fervent eyes show
She'll regain her glow
Such a tiger, she is, at heart
I adore souls like hers
Loving, innocent, but terse
Every hindrance she'd outsmart
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
I wonder what it must be like to have no conscience, no guilt, no shame,
To not take responsibility for your actions but find someone/something else to blame.
To call it fun when you play with a person's heart.
To have no emotion as you watch them fall apart.
Your love at first so hot soon turns very cold.
You smile as you remember all the lies you have told.
They soon learn that any feelings you show are all very fake.
There is always an ulterior motive for the reasons you lie and take.
You cause destruction in most, if not all, of the lives that you touch.
Then move on to the next victim you will soon use as a crutch.
People call you psychopath or predator because that is what you are.
Once you are done with a victim their life will be scarred.
You will do or say anything to get what you want at that time.
Doesn't matter if it is their heart, their soul or even their last dime.
Life to you is one big game with different players to con.
You will use them up and spit them out once you have had your fun and move on.
Their tears and heartache will fall on your deaf ears.
When you are gone they are devastated and may stay that way for years.
They should be smart and learn how to read the signs.
You count on the fact that they will give you the benefit of the doubt and be blind.
It is easy to spin your web of lies because they do not know the real you.
They do not realize that you are very shrewd in studying their weaknesses and the things they do.
That is how you know the best way to worm your way in.
If they decide to play the game, there is no way they will win.
They may try to outsmart you but their rules and yours are not the same.
They forget you have no emotion and that is how you win the game.
Yes, I wonder what it must be like to go through life this way.
Since I was stupid enough to let you in my life and regret it every day.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
I can outsmart
your intelligent mind
by saying that
I miss you more
than you will
ever know.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Looking upon Lake St. Clair
I saw it lying there today
In its watery grave
A large and lovely monarch butterfly
Its gossamer wings outstetched
As if it had gallently fought its death
And was determined to fly
Ascend to the air
To its temporary abode
Inbetween earth and sky
As far as its wings would take it
But it sadly did not succeed
On the one side, it was facing the lake
On the flipside, the open sky
I almost couldn't recognize it
As if it was a piece of junk floating along
But I eventually saw it cleary
This exquisite creature of noble name
And now I say that
Even this winged, airborne creature
Is bound to this earth
Like the rest of us
Who have not the gift of wings
And death is not just for suckers
The unfortunate who cannot hack it
For gravity must triumph in the end
And there is never a day
In which there ceases to be any death
Upon this mortal world
Many of us want to ward off its coming
As we bide our time
And try to outrun the inevitable
Hoping to outsmart the clock
Yet we are all creatures of this earth
Just as was this beautiful butterfly
Born to inhabitant this world
But never designed to stay
This isn't poetic license
In order to construct a clever poem
It truly happened to me
Making me stop and think
Out from a day in the ordinary
To ponder upon the brevity of life
With the instant reminder that
All magnificent things must die
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
She was dancing with the devil
Foxtrotting in those 7-inch heels
Wearing nothing but her tattered guilt
And a crown to which infidels kneel.
While you were sleeping
He was playing god on a wooden table
Addressing his unholy congregation
Picking a necktie to choke his ego
While trying to outsmart an angry nation.
While you were sleeping
They were painting the moon red
For a puppet show that's about to start
All the blood-stained curtains were washed
For the blind audience to play their part.
While you were sleeping
You were walking on empty pavements
Letting all of hell to break loose
You traded reality for fleeting figments
Now you're trapped in dreams you don't get to choose.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
Little demon trying to get the best of me
He's in me and everyone and it's so easy
To give root to the cause of my frustration
To look to him for my outside validation
He won't stop talking or quit his mocking
He is a cancer that simply won't stop growing
Too much time to dwell and it won't help
Idle time makes for the Devil's perfect hell
Pitch-fork tongue and ravenous with greed
Why, all the better to eat another's dreams
I'll find an outlet that produces positivity
Kickboxing for fun and sprinting for soliloquies
Yes, this little monster is trying to outsmart me
He'll realize soon that he's wasting his energy
No, I won't give in, though I might slip or fall
Yes, I might lose my way but I won't lose it all
I'll drown out his taunting with the sickest of beats
Better yet, I'll destroy and make him beg for defeat!
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC