"sideline" poems
Dear Ex-Best Friend,
Remember all the times we spent together,
everyday started with meeting before classes started because that was the only
time we could talk until lunch,
remember all the times we laughed so hard we cried?
Do you remember all the times we had to hold one another in times of the need
because we thought all we had was each other?
Yeah.. Me too.
We spent all the time in the world texting and calling each other.
Things changed a little since I got a boyfriend,
but I never replaced you.
You always had a special place in my heart, and I think you always knew that.
We drifted apart, like two boats at sea.
You switched back to the school you came from,
and it felt like my life had just sunk.
Suddenly I was all alone in the hallways,
Coming in to school was like hell,
Seeing the spot we used to stand in,
Occupied by another set of best friends,
Or maybe two high school sweethearts- Making out like there's no one around.
It was so lonely without you.
You seemed happier where you were though, and at that time, that was all that mattered to me.
I walked the hallways with a sad, sorrowful look.
Teachers frequently asked if I was sick, or if I needed to lay down.
Suddenly I was that one kid that everyone wanted to pick and beat on. (Again.)
I was incredibly lonely at school, I couldn't even sit with anyone at lunch because I was so hated by so many people for reasons I didn't even know.
Come upon my junior year I got a month and a half into the school year before
I switched to the school that you went to.
I was reunited with my best friend,
Life seemed so good.
I was with my boyfriend, and my bestfriend.
It felt like nothing could stop me from gaining happiness.
You began going through boyfriends,
They would come,
and they would go.
I was put second to all of them.
There were days I was so depressed I didn't function correctly,
and all we would talk about is what you and your boyfriend did the previous night.
I was so happy that you were happy,
but I think I forgot the definition of "Happiness."
Everyday was full of being ignored and having guys' push past me so they could hug you while I sat in the sideline just waiting there, tears filling in my eyes because I realized that I wasn't significant to my best friend any more.
I couldn't help but wonder what I did wrong.
I got tired of feeling this way,
I grew up, and realized that highschool isn't meant for gaining the love and affection of people.
I proceeded to end the friendship because it wasn't making me happy anymore.
I understand that a true friend stays there through everything but in no way, shape, or form did I deserve to be kicked to the curb like a diseased puppy.
It hurt, It hurt like a *****
But ultimately , I'm gonna be okay in the end.
And I hope she ends up okay, too.
But, just be okay without me.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
You weren’t worth the
Hundred dollars it cost to
Keep you in my car.
Princess got poached by the
League of Losers with Pedestrian Ideals.
I’d spit venom in your direction, if
Poison meant anything to you. But
Akin to most things, so sub-human,
You miss the world moving around your
Ever pulsating veins, and repel these
Toxins with a slip of the tongue.
Around you I could line
Bodies of those you’d loved and left.
Each clasping hands with one another,
Privy to a specific type of pain, only you can
Deal out. And
In the center of the circle you’d
Stare, stunned by your state of
Affairs, and flings. Collectively concerned
For the safety of your
Rotting consciousness.
One by one, I could set these men
On fire, and hand you a place
Where your head could be danced off.
Drunken and diving heart-first into
The burning lake of a
Surfable crowd. Since that’s
All we are, serfs.
I hope the fire gets too close to your
Gorgeous face. I hope the
Love you receive is no more likable
Than a few more licks from the flames.
The scars couldn’t sideline you.
No one can stop ****
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
Soccer season arrives, you’re excited until you start waking up at 6:30 a.m. every day during the summer. As the first game is on, you arrive expecting to play just to realize you’re warming up the bench. It’s not a big deal, it’s still August and it’s easier to tan while sitting down. It isn’t until you’re laying there camouflaging between the soccer bags; laying like a lizard taking the sun in that your coach yells for you to jump in. You scramble up and trip between bags and ***** making your way to the sideline. You do the final stretches and make your way in awkwardly lifting your hand to high-five your teammate coming out who misses it completely. Then it’s game on, it is time to start playing. But that is not how it goes. 15 minutes into the game you realize you have roamed the same 15 square foot area all this time. I got the ball once, I controlled it on my feet. Yeah, I know. Unfortunately when I turned the ball found it’s way between my legs and fell into the opposite player. ****** I’m getting a good tan though; I think I was supposed to get that pass, I slowly jog towards it. Should I? Well now the ball is gone. Let’s go back to my 15 square foot area; my legs are tired. I see the ball coming from up in the air, I’ve never done this. I’m running, just keep running. No, that’s the sun not the ball. There’s the ball, jump, jump. jump. I jump and a 200 pound guy crashes with me, I’m on the floor. Done.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
She's on the bench now,
Our gift to rec soccer...
"Two touches and a pass, Hannah."
I remember when rolling on the floor,
Tickle-induced laughter peeling
Was our Sunday joy.
"Keep your head up--Look! Hannah!"
Even in her shady sideline spot
She has more grace than the others.
"Hannah, you have to work on speed!"
Now a long-legged beauty
Running in the sun.
"Shoot. Shoot! Hannah! Shoot the ball!"
Unaware of her dad
Encouraging...
Guiding...
Screaming!
"Goal!"
As if these days were all for me.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
*understandably the english language over-uses
the pronouns per se, but it's not conscious of it,
poets can become conscious of this strategic
blunder without the language ever realising.*
over-usage of pronouns in poetry
reveals ambitious & amateurish quillsmith
crafting: not enough nouns; i bet the narration
concerns are but a way to sideline casual politics,
a lack of the english sense of personal space:
fickle eroticism of teenagers when it was only
an intended handshake.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC
No matter no matter let's just all hear the Pitter-patter
Pitter-patter of the rain from the sky up so high
crashing down oh so low to the ground just to tear apart
fall apart and fade away, wash away.
No matter no matter
its all just going to fade away...no it's here to stay,
but surely it isn't the latter because it all decays it all decays and not even I'm here to stay.
No matter no matter just stand here and be in the moment and feel the ever growing torrent of pressure just assume it'll pressure you to drop
and drop to the floor or stand in the waves and feel the soothing motion wash over you and cause no commotion
I'll be on the sideline just patiently waiting. No matter, no matter it feels like I just flatter and flatter no matter no matter the words have lost their glimmer their shine, no matter no matter
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 4:41 AM UTC
For the sake of you and I,
I will forget and forgive.
For the sake of your health and mine,
I will hide my knives and my cancer sticks.
For the sake of our pain,
I’ll move to the sideline while you’re free like a bird.
For the sake of your happiness,
I’ll be six feet beneath the ground.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
It was a momentary encounter
Just a momentary thought
A moment which was wasted
A moment that didn't matter
I pushed myself into the hands of another mistake
I pushed myself into another ditch full of fire and thorns
I said I didn't really care
But in that moment, I didnt know that secrete was there
Am I now on the sideline
Or am I just one big waste
Am I just someting you once wanted that you couldn't have?
Am I just too hard to get and you don't think I'm worth the fight?
Although I'd never kiss you
Although I'd never want to be with you
I just wanted that feeling...
Of being wanted.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
I want you to be happy but why does it hurt so much to see you happy with someone else
It hurts seeing you look at her with loving eyes because I know you'll never look at me the same way.
Those looks, smiles and touches will never be mine because I'm just the friend on the side line
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
The sideline view
Of a poet's life.
Topics free falling
In ranks of predictable verse.
Lacking vitality,
Inspirations disperse.
My thoughts wander.
Vibrating to the hum of
Flourescent lights above,
As the cursor blinks
In hypnotic rhythm.
Drawing me into
The pale blank screen
And beyond.
*Falling once again
Into daydreams
Of her golden hair glowing
In Autumns waning light.
Hands merged in a gentle grip
Warming the evening chill
With a soft peck of our lips.*
Longing in stillness,
Attending in silence,
The cursor, again, must wait
The many pensive stages
In a poet's futile task of
Placing verses on pages.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Vengance is a feeling that you get when someone wrongs you.
you see i wouldn"t hurt a fly normally but this is not a fly this a threat to my home
you took my two dogs away you take our rights away i am sick of it
i may not own it but what you do effects ALL OF US
you see i do us simple i put my mind into something you what you created because when i find out who called oh my goodness your in for a treat.
i am gonna offer to settle this like men one guy vs one fraud in a fight to the finish
you see i fight for those who are wronged like i fight for every boy and girl on the sideline my revenge is gonna be sweet sure they do say revenge is bitter. well your wrong i vow to end your group of lunatics.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
He reads and watches.
When he gets this phone call.
Wife in the ICU.
His mirrored face is shattered on the sideline.
Hair matted against his forehead,
From the same dream every night.
Let his mirrored tears falls to the ground and shatter on the sideline.
Watch everything live on.
Let him not let go.
Will he come around to watch the game?
Will he ever come around the right corner?
Falls to the ground.
And we all listen to his screams be shattered on the sideline.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
*Girls don't date good guys,
They're too nice and too polite.
Even though they all act fine,
A girl wants a real man to find.
Women chase the"bad guy" type,
The good guy watches from the sideline.
How girls are dizzy feeling a vibe,
Screaming that girl should've been mine.
I understand that you're very upset,
I would be too,if my life was such a mess.
Feeling like a pawn on a table chess,
You havent met your queen just yet.
The society is to be blame,
For teaching a man not to be himself.
They taught us how to hide,
And when to tell a lie.
**** the society and all its rules,
For telling a man what to do.
Stop acting how you're supposed to,
And let the women really know you.
Man against man will compete,
Until her attention is achieved,
You must conquer all your fears,
To get the woman of your dreams.
It may come as a surprise,
Being nice it's a cool disguise,
It has nothing to do with beauty or youth,
Being a man it's just a matter of truth.
Girls choose bad guys,
Cause they are not shy.
With one thought bear in my mind:
Good guys are always left behind*
Stef Devid Alexandru ©
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
Everyman had many friends,
and the Sheilas loved his looks.
He spent his days at football,
with not much time for books.
Everyman in the prime of life
was a wonder to behold.
Was any man more full of life?
Could any be so bold?
Everyman came to the day
where he lost a step in speed.
His mates had settled, mostly down,
or sold their souls to greed.
The game moved on to younger lads,
left everyman behind
He, of course, remained a fan
consigned to the sideline.
Everyman began to fail,
old concussions took their toll.
He'd enter a room full of friends
and couldn't name a soul
Everyman, now in a "home",
awaits his morning tea.
Sometimes a stranger visits-
a member of his family.
Everyman sits in shadows now.
The world goes on without.
His strength and wits deserted him
and he never was devout.
Everyman begins to die
with a murmur, not a shout
Nurse Deeds stays to hold his hand
till the light of life goes out.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 8:36 PM UTC
A second choice
The back up plan
An "if she says no" second thought.
That's all I am to you.
And I wasn't even worth that
To her.
No, she wanted you.
And what was she to you?
A sideline play?
The same as I am now?
But to me she was far more than that
More than you gave her.
More than anyone ever did.
And now you hate her, she hates you too.
Shouldn't I hate her too?
I mean after all that's happened
It seems only right.
But I'm more uncomfortable with you
For hurting her now.
She remains in my thoughts,
A haunting memory.
I'll still feel the urge to protect her
Though I laugh when you joke about her,
I know I'll feel it later.
The guilt that I could witness her last breath.
That I may cause it.
I couldn't find a way to save her,
Now I can't save you either.
So I'll drown on my own
In the pain
in the memories
in my head
With no one left to save me.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
On Saturday
any Saturday
every Saturday
multi-themed pedestrian parades
pour down commercial corridors
celebrating a holiday known as
WEEKEND.
Middle school queens throw
exaggerated waves
from backseat upholstery tops
in imaginary convertibles marking
the current flow route between
Foot Locker and Game Stop.
Marching throngs display
personal banners on
plastic handled brand bags
drawing peer clusters,
human petaled floats,
vying for ribbons
passing devoutly interested
sideline spectators
now feeling a bit empty
without score cards.
Hippos, thin men, package jugglers
stroll along the branching avenues
labeled in chest advertisements
including everything from
Magnetic Health to Jesus.
No mega-city floatilian
compares to the mall regalia
in a midsize hometown
duck-n-spend.
Though it may be
a little short on free candy
it is still sponsored in part
by Macy's.
Interlocked peddler palaces
reign as shopping centers,
though shopping is the least
of the reasons to be here;
not unlike people going to
a hockey match
are not going to watch hockey,
or partakers in Nascar
don't actually go for racing.
Truth is,
we are all hoping
to see a collision,
Haves with Have Nots,
Lovers with Haters,
Colored Hairs with High & Tights
Refined with Undefined
Talkers with Solitaries
Personal Loathing with Itself.
Unanimously, they all come
for the curiosity of encounter
incalculable, anxious, wanted
or unwanted.
In secret,
dreamers hold royal hopes
praying to Aeropostale gods
pleading favor with credit cards
and a bump in popularity
that if so anointed
the purest of this parade's followers
would be next week's
Grand Marshall.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Ruth was not her name
Ruth is just her game
To save her face, and keep her safe,
Dispite the pain she gave,
Ruth will be the same
Ruth was first, the best, the worst
The one who took us everywhere
And once I lost her in the crowd
And found her again in all new wares
The greatest kiss
The fastest ride
Up great hills and down sweet planes
To an end most fowl.
Twice I died.
Ruth was the first, the best, the worst
The one who ruined everything
And again I lost her to the crowd
And met her again in the wings
The sideline view of her shook my heart
And rocked my feeble world
Up terrible mountains And down sharp plunges
To an end so fowl
That it could.only be that girl
Ruth is not her name
Ruth is just her game
She may not know the way she works,
The way she is, that's Ruth.
Ruth hurt
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Happy 4th of July America.
You are pointed out for more wrong than good.
Except, the good outweighs the bad.
Like any marriage someone in?
There perspectives in our past that distract.
But the goal of marriage is to create happiness.
But what one flag?
Stands out at strength.
We still the country others turns to when ruled by dictators.
Sure, we far from perfect under this one flag with the whites stars and three colors.
And achieving more notoriety by the border.
We aware no other one flag get cut down constantly.
Everyone has an opinion seated on the sideline on what this country should be?
Yes, even me.
We have love.
We have kindness.
We have rights.
We have some independence.
More than other countries on earth.
And they have one flag.
Ruled religiously by males rulers.
Under their one flag, women are a tool.
Abused more their but they don't have a corner on that.
Yes, even in America.
We see men trying to dictate governing females rights to do.
Then many with power always end up abusing authority too.
Our one flag outrank others here.
If you fly Confederate flags.
There's no power there.
We operate under the strength of one flag.
If you fly an Islamic flag?
Or the Cuban flag?
That just heritage pride.
Cause when it comes to court justice?
It's under one flag.
And that's the American flag.
Even when justice goes wrong?
What other countries?
Gives you the rights to fight on?
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
A lot of people talk loud but they aint loud at all
Sideline chat but Hush when its time to ball
Im surprised at yall,
U can have a thousand nines,a thousand shines,rock with a thousand dimes,Be on B.E.T screens like a thousand times
But Weigh us up u an ounce against my pound
I gets down for mine
Gottah keep it moving cuz im all about progression
Step incorrect Meet My friends smith n wesson
Real eyes realize real lies
Not knowing the future Cuz i dont think about the past
GOing on 6 years N still My secret is Cast
UNface the Mask of a good guy he portrays
2 years out of my life I was nothing but his slave
Been moving on But when I think it still hurts
Not that much respect since I was treated like Dirt
Nothing but a youngin scared to talk
Back then I should have known it was never my fault
Too much information that im Blazing so I continue to be a
Prisoner of Words UNsed
they lock me with chains, So broken inside my head.....
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
Maybe I'm the person who backs away from compliments
Who sits on the sideline to watch the nights events
The one who doesn't like the spotlight on her
Who has a feeling she's got the answer but isn't sure..
Maybe I'm the person who sits on her hands in class
You know, that person who always avoids the mass
The one who doesn't do well with the crowded halls
Who always looks away from the teacher when she calls
Maybe I'm the person who hides behind book covers
Because the books tell of dragons, fairies and lovers
Worlds where she's the princess, soon to be queen
Or a kickass ninja fighting robot machine
Maybe my imagination takes me to far away places
Maybe I imagine the friendliest faces
Maybe that's because no one in reality was friendly
Maybe you should look at me and see me differently.
- E.A.F
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
I guess I'm just young,
I guess they say
I'm just dumb.
I guess I'm just young,
but guess what -
I'm not drunk.
I guess I'm confused,
I guess I did give a ****
I guess I loved you,
but I guess I ran out of luck.
I made some choices
that I live to regret.
I hear deep voices
in the back of my head.
They call me and tell me
that I should be grateful;
for it is pain and entropy
that make the soul unbreakable.
I'm just oh-so-young,
but I feel oh-so-old.
I'm oh-so dumb,
but too clever to be told.
I'm so **** sober,
but confusion makes me drunk.
I have too much pride
to realize that on my own
I'll never be enough.
Where have my idols gone?
Are they just idling on the sideline?
Where has my laughter gone?
I even cry now on the outside.
Why do I make mistakes,
even more so when
I try to fix them?
Where is my self-belief?
I'm oh-so-strong,
yet oh-so-weak.
Bathe me in blood
and cut my tumors loose.
Free my mind from
thought, so all my dreams
can come true.
Restore my faith in love
and all I'll believe in is you.
I guess I'm just young,
I guess it's alright
that I'm dumb.
I guess I'm just young,
let's go ahead and get drunk.
Let's lose ourselves like the
rest of our generation.
We'll die sweetly
and slowly together;
all good things in life
come with patience.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Feeling about as pointless as fireworks in the day time.
Tired of watching everyone succeed from the sideline feeling like I let myself get behind.
Went scuba diving without a tank. Need to find the air that will let me get through these days.
Wanting to break free but the chain only goes so far
Leading me back to a place I was before.
Read the directions to solve the problem but never put into practice.
Needing a frying pan and a metal spoon to wake me up from this **** world of gloom.
The artist is painting a portrait of my life but keeps running out of paper.
I need to be like the wind and just keep blowing into, around, or through these obstacles of my life.
I want success like a chain smoker to a cigarette.
Let happiness be my nicotine and failure be the smoke
I exhale from my lungs and dissipates then forgotten.
You know life is never fair and no one gets a fair shake.
**** that cause some do and boy don't you wish it was you.
With everything going in their favor makes you wonder who is the author of their novel and how much does it cost to get just a couple of lines wrote in your life story cause consistent failure gets pretty annoying.
Nice cars, houses, gadgets, and things that will make you happy have no meaning.
Like a bike without wheels you can't really go anywhere.
I guess that means I am the lucky one to start out on the bottom.
Ignorant of what bottom really is cause I am in the shallow end
Thankful I am not in the deep with a 30ft diving board with problems diving in and coming up underneath.
From the shallow end I might swim up to get my breath of fresh air
Maybe climb out of this pool of sorrow to a place that is dry.
This struggle is what it is to be alive.
To feel the success and push through the failures.
To get what I want but only get what I need this is what I guess it means to finally succeed
So long as I am happy that is alright with me.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
An intrinsic insistence of negative choice
A high-jacker of will
An undeniable voice
A captivating spirit that justifies oneself
A sideline observation
Our resistance on the shelf
A resurgence of trauma
A manifestation of pain
An implicit reminder from within
A validation of weakness
An inference of youth
Our self inflicted sin
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
if i didn't teach you anything
i'll teach you this:
akin to all poetic techniques
summarised by words such
as pun and metaphor,
vulgarity is a technique in
poetry that allows for fluidity to take place,
and that's the only relevant point
to make to answer the asian haiku
with an eurpean ensō;
after all, us europeans dig furthest
into a poetic narrative, we hardly
bother to keep it short:
vulgarity like all other poetic technique,
the use of vulgarity is to represent
fluidity... a one quick gesture from
beginning to end... and your life in between,
added: if i wasn't being ******
in my composition, you'd keep me locked-up
in an ivory tower of respectability,
and i couldn't sideline you on the paved
plateau of everyday ***** speech
when buying a pair of socks.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
I walk down the street thinking about life" and my road to redemption that i have never finished.
I fall into the ditch seeing broken hearts victims of the classic disease of friend zone."
When will i be cured of friend zone when i clearly see something great along the way of this public enemy.
The diseases carried of these victims are melancholy, depression , heartbreak.
not wanting love is just trying to be alone when in reality that you can"t fight the heart.
Why is friendship get the way sure its a risk but its a risk i am willing to take even if i have to jump through fire.
The flame is huge every time i am thinking of this topic why friend zone have to exist why?
Well ask me about this topic i tell you that you girls always choose the guys on the field not on the sideline.
As i leave this god **** forsaken ditch you see what your actions can create.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC