"sillier" poems
Wonder if when constellations do align
And universe would finally see.
Would it be presumptious of me
To claim that then, finally you'd be mine.
Wonder if my sense would triumph over
So that my heart would be muted.
With all its contents looted...
Would I only seem sillier?
Wonder if I walked away
In due course.
You'd then take my hand in yours
So that a minute longer I'd stay...
Wonder if you'd understand
When if these feet
Should choose to retreat...
That they had to... It wasn't planned.
Wonder if it'd make a difference
If I said that I had to...
Not for me but more for you.
Would we still be able to love in silence?
Wonder if you'd wish that you made it all clear.
Before the gravity of reality would crush us,
Before the vastness of uncertainty swallows us,
Before my presence would diminish and inevitably disappear.
Wonder if you find my pessimism exhausting.
The volatile nature of my moods...
Especially when I dive deep in solitude
And resurface with a trove of words that are no less than exasperating.
Wonder if you loved me enough
In a day...
To stop me from walking away...
Or loved me too much to plainly say
That...
Future's days would see us apart...
Future's moon would glow but not for us...
Future's stars would sing but not of us...
Future's sun would dry out the passion in our hearts.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
And he said the world was round,
And everybody made an uncomplimentary sound,
But he went and tried to borrow some money from Ferdinand
But Ferdinand said America was a bird in the bush and he'd rather have a berdinand,
But Columbus' brain was fertile, it wasn't arid,
And he remembered that Ferdinand was married,
And he thought, there is no wife like a misunderstood one,
Because if her husband thinks something is a terrible idea she is bound to think it a good one,
So he perfumed his handkerchief with bay *** and citronella,
And he went to see Isabella,
And he looked wonderful but he had never felt sillier,
And she said, I can't place the face but the aroma is familiar,
And Columbus didn't say a word,
All he said was, I am Columbus, the fifteenth-century Admiral Byrd,
And, just as he thought, her disposition was very malleable,
And she said, Here are my jewels, and she wasn't penurious like Cornelia the mother of the Gracchi, she wasn't referring to her children, no, she was referring to her jewels, which were very very valuable,
So Columbus said, Somebody show me the sunset and somebody did and he set sail for it,
And he discovered America and they put him in jail for it,
And the fetters gave him welts,
And they named America after somebody else,
So the sad fate of Columbus ought to be pointed out to every child and every voter,
Because it has a very important moral, which is, Don't be a discoverer, be a promoter.
3.3k
*** is one of the sillier of human behaviors
along with bowel movements
vomiting
and sometimes eating
trees are so much more civilized
orderly mating
quietly courting
producing and sharing
their efforts with all around them
their singing, dancing ,and laughing
is choreographed
not a frenetic jazz interpretation
but ballads
sweetly put
no *** crimes
no need to dominate
I know we are not trees
but we are related
they're the branch of the family
that plays instruments
reads long novels
discreetly meeting their needs
without high heels
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
i would long for silly things
and me, now, longs for
even sillier things.
but i'm also serious.
and looking back,
the things i long for are not silly at all.
all i wish for is to lay down in the chrysanthemums
and to look up from the bottom of the valley,
and to fall backwards into my thoughts.
another is to lay my hand
gently over another's, whenever we get
the opportunity to. or to
dip fingers in the bowl of flour along
with the other baking ingredients,
and make snow land on the other's hair
with a gentle flick of the fingers.
to wake up next to a soft,
gentle face, and a cracked open window
that's letting the fog from outside enter the room
and be the uninvited guest.
linking fingers, or arms,
with that same pajandrum, or simply
the one that i will admire in ways
i dont usually admire others.
my longings are not silly.
wanting a moment of peace is not silly.
wanting to know that when i am
older, wiser,
i will have someone who will love me back.
a younger, youthful version of me would disagree.
i want the older, wiser version of me to say,
"dont worry."
"dont fret."
i want the older, wiser version of me to say,
"you found your moment of peace,
and you found him."
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
We should have gone outside instead of watching one
of the sillier, senseless, meaningless movies it is possible
to rent or buy. Winter or not the fields and woods
are at least real, commensal and understandable if
you know the genus and species. Know the genome
and biome. Learn the physics and music.
But this much reality requires an escape, hence
bad movie. A bad book is better than a bad movie.
A good movie trumps a bad book, but a good book is best
and a great poem trumps all. Will my son Zach be one
who applies the scientific method? Can Aaron explain
God's intentions to the people? Their mother and I will wait.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
It's silly how I found you so weird
How I laughed silently at how lame your jokes were
How I cried silently at how I had to explain how nothing was your fault
It's silly how I regret, yet constrain myself
Because as much as I think of you,
I hate you for the things you said.
It's silly how you have no idea, sillier that you probably never will
But I never want to see your face again,
Although you made me smile.
You made me feel things when I didn't know how to,
And it makes me happy sometimes.
The other times, I hate you for using me.
And sometimes, I hate you for messing around,
I also hate you for killing my self-esteem.
You could call it self-torture,
But I rather stay away,
Than to allow you to grow flowers in my heart,
After pouring acid all over the garden,
Twice.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
do you remember that time i had a stomachache and you stayed up all night with me, drawing pictures on a pizza box? or the time tried we to skip rocks and mine would always just sink, sink, sink to the bottom and oh, how retrospectively that irony is killing me. i’d count my summer freckles and we’d try to count your always freckles but it was endless just like the dysphoria catching myself right before i fall. always, me. i’m sorry that i always use the wrong words, and i am sorry that i can’t always pull myself up by my bootstraps. and i’m even sorrier that i can only stutter paradoxes at the most cardinal of moments. instead of lub-dubbing my heart is singing that bittersweet symphony out of tune and it seems a little silly that it all happens like this. and it seems even sillier that i rub these things onto my skin like you’d rub the engraving of a tombstone, to remember that they disappeared but they’ll always haunt you.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC
The sensistive topic of religion
Occasionally causes some division
Amongst those who don't agree
Which is plain for all to see.
So let us broach that well known religion
That loves to claim logic when causing division.
The faith that I speak of is, of course, atheism,
(My view that it's a faith can cause much derision)
Now from a purely agnostic point of view,
It seems such beliefs must rely on faith too,
How else could you justify all that you knew,
Is infallible, and therefore must be true?
I know many people will want to attest
That religion doesn't apply to the atheist,
Which is why it's surely the silliest
To declare itself better than all the rest.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
You wrinkle your nose, No
I laughed. ‘Why?’
‘It’s silly.’
‘Sillier than driving
In the middle of the night
To my house and
Pulling me away
To eat pizza and
Drink milkshakes and
Write poetry in our arms
And sing and scream
And driving into a
Miraculously open
Carnival?’
You rolled your eyes
‘I’d rather do a Holden Caulfield on you,’
Would that mean that
To you
I’m just...Phoebe?
I shot you a sceptical look
And told you that
One ride at a carousel
Won’t taint your
Masculinity.
I sure as hell hoped
That I convinced you because
I don’t want you to be Holden
If I’m just Phoebe,
I’d rather be Jane Gallagher even
If there wasn’t a scene in the book
Written for us.
I know that if I could be Jane,
We could write
Our own **** story
And our story would
Be better.
So please, please, please
Say yes
To going to the carrousel
With me
And we could start writing
Our story as Jane
And Holden.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
"The wind has stopped"
Has there ever been a sillier phrase?
What gust has ever been
un-been?
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
*********** is like a drug to you're average male...
Women just don't get it... but to no avail..
It stares back at you everywhere you look
In shops, online. And in glossy books it's women that" squirt???"
And men with big *****
Quick pass the sick bucket....
I'm gonna be sick!
Milfs and babes...
And men on men
Come on girls now lets not pretend....?
We've all sneaked a look
When no ones around..
Not much storyline
Just a lot of sound!
******* and *******
Squelching and grunts
Women shouting... oh ****
I think I'm gonna c..m!
*** in the garden
*** by the pool
*** in the kitchen...
Perched on a stool
Secretaries,nurses
School girls, nuns
Actresses, gym babes
Even prisoners on the run?!
It just gets sillier
As the camera runs...
The women staring blankly
Shouting " ooh" and ""ahh"
Filming every orifice
Now that's gone too far!
The world is a mans oyster
He can pick and choose
But if you're a woman...
You know you're going to lose.....
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
i wrote you a letter
you never said
whether you got it or not
you never wrote back
it wasn't an important letter
it didn't divulge the secrets
of the known universe
it wasn't philosphic
it was just a little
slice of me sent to you
it held no secrets
only sentiments
but you never answered
never acknowleged its
arrival, never returned
any of yourself to me
it's silly of me, i know
to write you all these letters
to pour myself out
and mail it to you
it's sillier still to be
surprised when each day
passes and there's nothing
for me in the mail
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Beyond words
beyond feelings
beyond music
beyond, you.
Soaking into words
seemed sillier than plunging into water
the lake in the twinkling moonlight.
Beyond words
that I could imagine
the artistry in your eyes
to tell you
how wonderful
the flowers
the lush pastures
the wild greenflies
of the forest.
Beyond feelings
the untouchable kisses
of the moonlight
beaming into the pond
How spectacular?
To look at the wet lilies
lying there it found its tranquility.
Beyond music
the harmony of the crickets
the birds' songs moaning
into the midnight
finding some nests
to have rest
beauty isn't the perfect phrase
that drives it sufficiency
to understand its hymns.
Beyond you
peering at the dear sky
the blueness of your existence
makes it heavier
to lose the sight
of the awe-struck
lips that I couldn't pick up
what you were telling.
My heart-beat echoing yours
it was beyond paint
beyond melodies
of how I wish to define the place
the feelings,
the sonnets,
and you.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
We sat on the sagging,
green plaid couch
across from
a candle-filled coffee table
drinking Absinthe in their
light
and your arm was
around my
shoulders where
I'm quite sure
it belongs
& a Renaissance Chorus played
from your
computer where
the dissonance was
melting me like
sugar on the
Absinthe spoon-
It was Wednesday
and the moon was full
and it was my last
April in Oregon
and my first April
in love with someone
sillier than I.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
In honor of getting older,
wiser, sillier and bolder —
I have decided to take the shackles off.
They keep me safe, but curse me soft.
As my life has flashed before my eyes,
Suddenly, I have come to realize —
I haven’t lived enough
I haven’t loved enough
I haven’t danced,
nor laughed hard enough.
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Instructions
N.1: get used to dictatory
N.2: if everything looks to be good something's wrong get a crisis card
N.3: pawns of criticism are the strong enough
N.4: paths leading to heaven are closed -if you try to find the key you just realise that there's no hope-
N.5: levels are getting sillier -don't even try to show you're smart-
N.6: put a post of your score on instagram
N.7: be fake -they somehow love you-
N.8: wear a mask
___
if you chose to continue
It's on your own risk
the good has left the chat
no one really wins
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
Don’t even know you
Yet I think you’re so divine
Don’t even know each other
I still want you to be mine
An alien boy, so interplanetary
An Empty girl
With her head all airy
You feel like a state of inbetween
in the interval
Of sensible, and having no meaning
You seem to not think I’m absurd
Or at least you
match foolishness word for word
Don’t even know you
Yet you feel so familiar
And when you’re around
I get sillier and sillier
This alien girl, captivated by
the Able boy
with a mind like the sky
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
Poetry was born out of artless desperation
Even though I've gone down that road a few times
I like to think I’m not there yet-
Where light only comes through a forgotten window
Where nobody can ever hear my screams
Where I can’t pretend
Now and then I catch these sounds
A dull clatter of banal days and drowsy storms
I can wash my head clear of all the change
And break a rule or two, deceive the pain
Lapsing back is pitiful but I laugh off the warning on the pack
The truth is so much simpler than the way it manifests
Such a beautiful waste of time
If only my version of events could hold out for a while
You’d notice how quiet the leaves were
For people like me and you
How happily I could just drown in a moment’s cacophony
But you were just going through usual motions
Being a catchall for your vagaries tore away my being
And you abandoned every shredded figment of my soul
You suddenly break into my poetry which failed to be about me again
How I wish I could draw simpler pictures in my head
Have sillier dreams and slap on a sickly smile for all time
Never gaze into people again, just the vague tendencies of passers-by.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Silly love, nuanced as you please
There ain’t nothing I could ever do
I may look like I swallowed the ring of keys
But flying our stolen starship is all up to you
Drive my confused brain cells into extinction
Set the blush on my cheeks straight to full ignition
Don’t let the curious violets catch you softly shrinking
Nevermind my lopsided grin, love, tell me what you’re thinking
Silly love, ornate as you can be
There ain’t nothing I wouldn’t ever do
I may read like flimsy paper-thin allegories
But finding me out is far from something new
Twist up my elastic veins to cat’s cradle elation
I know I’m not rare, but I’d still be your florid fiction
And when the shy mimosas catch us slowly unfolding
We’ll shake ourselves silly as we flee, love, tell me if you’re falling.
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
(1.) i like to wander in my loneliness,
stray like a mere cat, spread ash
beneath my feet and leave a dusty
trail for all to ponder upon. (2.) i once met a man capable of convincing me that he painted the sky blue with his icey tone. (3.) i once met a woman capable of dying my skin brown, my eyes yellow, my heart a mellow melon. (4.) besides each other and thus simply falling apart, they scholar'd a greedy need in me to seed the earth and soil my hands but never the hemp of my skirt and so i lie awake this maroon-collar'd night, a silly-hearted stranger writing to you in what I pretend is anonymity, once again of how exactly it feels like to be confused of oneself. it becomes even sillier and sillier as the day wears on, it seems.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
Ask a child why he fears the dark
He will say ”It is because I cannot see”
As adults we fear the light
Because we wish not to see
But not seeing the horrors that stand before us
Does not make them disappear
Which is the sillier thing to fear?
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
Ten silly words
arranged in
an
even
sillier
fashion. Right?
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC