"stat" poems
There were two boys
Who were eatting tacos
One said
"I can eat more tacos than you"
The other said
"You wish"
And there it stat
They kept eatting
And eatting
Until their stomachs hurt
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Living life for the sounds.
grind i mind
absolute audio-rhythmic beats pound a dance through an etching ring.
beats box across the field and further across a synapse
fill up my cup to the fuzzing auto-metric top
meters into yards into miles into years zoom fumble into wall and leak without gravity.
naked.nude.phat.spat you out like good stat.( ic.)
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 2:06 PM UTC
Closet freak..
As the lust in my eye turns into pure fantasies of how I want me on you in the most compromising positions...
Stroke game on repeat as these walls begin to beat on your meat...
Eyes closed because no witness to confess this sticky mess..our souls is on fire and this love making has turn into a straight **** fest...
Faster as my emotions begin to cloud my better judgement...fuck it...i want you..
Is an UNDERSTATEMENT..let's see if you can keep up...
Under me...Is how you're gonna be...
stat is how I'm cumm'n
E..every inch touching my deepest spots
Ment...ally seeing you hitting it from da back..this is sex..straight ****** on a new level.
Pull my locs as I **** your **** maybe you'll pop as I look in your eyes because you and I both know what this mouth can and will do for you..fuck my pain away...hips rocking ...and they say a big girl couldnt keep up...well they cant compete with an arch like this...make em weak at each peak...now say my name..because you're all mines..on a new level confession of a closet freak!
Nikki.the.goddess
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
I want your hello, goodbye, and everything in between
I'll be your king if you be my queen
I'll show you things unseen
And sing you things unheard
We'll never get bored
Because we'll travel
Until the clothes on our backs unravel
I asked you to join me on an adventure at the beach
But I promise I won't be clingy like a leach
Meet me at six
So you can give me my fix
Because I'm fixated
So don't be frustrated
We'll bring the horizon
Either you can orican
And we will
Because I think you're straight ill
And I'll do whatever just to give you your fill
Stay like a tattoo
Because I need you like, stat too
Because with out you things seem askew
You didn't expect the question but my bandana knew
You're a cutie pie so around you flies flew
If it's finders keepers
Then I'm glad I have such sharp peepers
So sharp they'll pop your heart
But can you feel mine?
If you can that's fine
With it beating so hard it's hard not to
Cause when I saw you I thought ooh
And I'm so glad I caught you
Looking at me
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
Naked Politicians
Once someone sent me a photo of a famous German politician
The photo was from a nudist beach and natural she was a sixteen-year-old girl
smiles shyly –with some reason- she never was a beauty but
All sixteen years old are gorgeous
For me, it made her more human and I have never seen the photo since
Wouldn't be great if we saw all politicians in the **** say, Trump or India's
Morsi. The Israeli prime minister would cast a rotund figure without his corset
Erdogan and his wife holding hand only shielded by a newspaper
he has banned, Putin naked in his swimming pool perhaps he has a small ****
naked around a conference table somehow the impressive would became
less so and more human to bow to a woman who has forest of a ****** or
shake hand with a man with a dangling ***** my dear they would look so
vulnerable that a war would be impossible and we would giggle and they
would go home stat judo classes or take up jogging or spend time in the gym
they would never have time for war.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
Reti opening
Or Pirc defense?
It generally leads to
Closed positions in a classical system:
No one questions what is vogue.
We're nothing more than pawns
--the cat's paw--
Familiar with all sorts
Of unpleasantries.
The Queen Bride,
So modern and comely,
She can do as she please
Until her game runs out.
Pawn to f4.
Your King is not long for this world.
Better learn a new strategy, stat.
The lookouts inform
The time hath come
To steal her majesty's
New clothes,
And pretend not to see
What we see.
For whatever words we may use
To clothe our fears,
The fabric cannot protect
Us from them.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
The lights are bright
The big boys have come out to play
The Brow will flex his might
The Beard will ruin your day
The Baby Dinosaurs seek to change perception
While the greens look for an immaculate deception
The Young prince is poised to reassess
While The joker will complete the process
Forget about hickory town at your peril
The Flash looks to prove that he aint sterile
The magic men look to climb to the peak
Don't you dare take your eyes off The Freak
The Chef will be back
The enforcer will not crack
Rip city looks for the soft touch
The stat Padder needs to prove that he's clutch
In the land of the lakes there's A KAT with unprecedented power
I dare you to step up and challenge the Steifel Tower
With all that being said
The time to rest has been put to bed
For in this majestic tussle to win that ring
You still need to come and see the King
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
~~~
Nivek: "there are no stats for poetry"
~~
I live with a woman who loves statistics and how they reveal so much about who we humans really are...
I live with a woman who too often weeps when she reads
my poetry...
so when I google "Statistics for Poetry,"
it leads me right back to this poem
and there you have it,
a matter of fact
a single stat for poetry,
courtesy of nat,
with all credit to Nivek!
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
She wears a mask,
To hide within herself.
There is no need to ask,
For everyone ignores her cry for help.
All the hatred inside,
Locked in bond with the loss.
Only singing emotion can abide.
No one can see her tears gloss.
The mask says “Hello!”
Here eyes say goodbye,
Nothing is what the mask shows.
Because deep inside, she cries.
“Is there anyone out there,
That is anything like me?”
But thru the mask, no one could hear.
She was all she could ever be.
The mask won't come off,
No matter how hard she tries.
Surveyors will laugh and scoff.
But the true story is in her eyes.
Sooner or later, you will see,
The loneliness hidden behind the mask,
Everyone seems so happy,
And my dear, this is no easy task.
“Why can’t I be like that?”
She tries to call for help,
But to them she is only a number stat.
Or a worthless, depressed whelp.
She sees no one who looks like her,
On her knees she asks,
Why she is this way forever.
But her only reply was a roomful of masks.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
I lie here thinking
And think of tomorrow
The day after that
And the next days tomorrow
Where will i be
The day after that
Another day passes
Another stat
Decisions are made
Reasoning is passed
When decisions are delayed
Tomorrow is last
So all out there
Understand me
I very much doubt
I will ever be free
This statement i say
Is from heartfelt sorrow
For if no decisions are made
Then there is no tomorrow
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 4:52 PM UTC
Long reflected streams
Of light,
Wheeled light beams,
Create the gusts
Of wind,
The nose thrusts,
Above four legs striding
On a walk,
Thoughts drifting, riding,
On hopeful crests of waves
Of an ocean,
That experience brings, saves,
The scars that mar the heart
On the surface,
Marks the day's began, a start,
Hours sit and stand at a desk
Of employ,
Creativity not addressed,
By name, there is trial
In the error,
In this day success is viral,
The day end comes fast with a stat
Of failure,
Walking home is time alone, and that
Leads to free writing, to break the hold
Of the cold,
Bureaucratic wasteland, truth be told,
Yet the night the evening brings time
Of peace,
And quiet and of release, so sublime,
Emotions roil, sounds toil, and struggle
Of reality,
Cold sided pillow, head rest and snuggle,
Oh dreams become certain reality
Of a Hope,
Yet life is short, feasting on frailty,
Human identity, a man, negativity
On a winged
Sleepy prayer, not shared, in proclivity,
Soft clouds of sleep fall firm, leave a pall
On dream-sleep,
Recharging for another day is all,
That is found waiting viewing the whole
Of foolishness,
Each day too full takes its toll,
Like a bridge with infrastructure tolls
Of empty,
Pockets, of resistance, and angry trolls
That crush dreams of day and night
Of promise,
Found rising stumbling by mornings light.
A new day has begun to get it right
Of sand,
And the hourglass, which empties fast, a sleight,
Of hands
That write,
Make magic to start a stopped heart which was waiting for, to die.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
I become the person I'm looking at
I envision their vision stat
I forget that I'm not them
I realize that they've won again
I'm just that one step behind
I've yet to convince my mind
I'm looking at my future self
But no, I'm not yet on my own shelf
I'm getting paranoid and obsessed
I can't see anything about me that could impress
I'm a particle of my own vision
I'm lost in my own transition
I'm fading out
I'm dissolving in my own doubts
I'm also fading in
To the start of a new ending
I become that person I'm looking at
I envision my own vision. Stat.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:17 AM UTC
330 Words
40 lines
The Face of God
By Lisa Noe
I look to the Heaven and what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
Inside of my chest my heart it does leap high
I wonder if I will ever reach the sky
I’ll be reunited with my family
See grandparents and father and be happy
When I die will I go to Heaven I hope
I don’t just want to stay here on earth and mope
I have had so many close calls in the past
But the next time I hope God will come very fast
I look to Heaven and what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
Inside of my chest my heart it does leap high
I wonder if I will ever reach the sky
I have followed our God and believe in him
He is worthier than every bright gem
He sent forth his laws and good they were to keep
For him I’d climb the mountains and sail the deep
I love the Lord and I have no shame in that
I would go to him gladly and I’d go stat
He is the only savior of your sinned soul
He will be there to take you into his fowl
I look to Heaven but what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me
I’ll be reunited with my family
See grandparents and father and be happy
To go to Heaven I don’t mind leaving life
For I surely believe in an afterlife
Where all family and friends will reunite
And in that new world there will not be a blight
Love will conquer all and we all will rejoice
We’re in this place because we made the right choice
We followed the will of one and only God
Now I am in Heaven like a lightening rod
I look to Heaven what do I see
But the face of the Lord staring back at me.
© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
When we have too much to bear,
And think to drown them all in the beer,
When we hide our past mistakes in a hive,
But only realize that hives attracts the bear,
Then
Our present begin to hunt,
Our conscious stat to haunt,
And our surroundings begin to taunt
Then
our burdens become too heavy,
Always stumbling on our paths,
As we watch our backs to see if it catches up,
Building lies in place of other lies,
Always finding the perfect lie each time,
And soon,
Honest questions become like double edged swords?
Sincere concerns become like suspicious curiosity?
Genuine concerns become like knife like stares?
Silent whispers in the wind like back stabs?
Suddenly realizing we are slaves
Of our past and our present
Don’t you want to break from this *******
Facing the demons you created.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC
the sound of the suttle rainfall and the fear of the dispiteful thunder haunt me in my mind....
the taunting shadows cast by the moonlight fill the back of my mind with the thought of you....
the puddle on my doorstep is begging me to let it inside....
but i think to myself before i make a remark of any sort.... the thunder booms after the long pause of wonder..
as i walk in the rain i pick out each lightening bolt about twenty feet away with the recognition of the danger that i am now faced with.... i lay on the ground as if i was waiting for that moment where the lightening travels through my very body putting me in this strange stat where i fall up and breathe through my hands; everytime i hold your hand it cuts off my breath.... i become fragile and courageous enough to squeeze tighter and tighter. i awaken from my daze by the sound of thunder.. it sounded so sweet in my mind as it reeved like your harleys engine.... so smooth and like you; quick to react.... the rain is starting to burn my skin as i start to run.... the once fimiliar scenery turns distorted and cold.... im back on my doorstep.... you're gone again.... the storm goes on but i pay no mind to it any longer.... i make my way inside.. i unfold my bedspread and turn the fan on high.. i go lay down in the bed you used to tuck me into.. close my eyes and get ready to see you in my dreams.... 6/13/49 - 6/12/08
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Not gonna lie it's pretty sad
When you forget everything we had
I don't know if you'll ever be found
Which sends me straight to the ground
Don't keep wishing, hell upon me
When all you do is destroy me
It's too late for that
I'm more then just another stat
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you, I mean ****
Our hands, never fit
I shed my anger and rage
Decide to turn a new page
Hopefully our paths never cross
If it comes to words, I'm at a loss
Guys come and go with you
Always knowing what to do
Stick around so the can **** you
Cause well..
Your just a sloot
Who doesn't give a hoot
To you I meant ****
Explains why our hands never fit
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Just another ******* sloot
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Who doesn't give a hoot
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 4:40 PM UTC
It flashed on the television screen
The death toll rising
It was just another stat for me
Just an inanimate number
General Knowledge
Before that day
Before that day
It was just a boring news piece
Repeated all the time
Shouting matches on television
No on cared bout the dead
Just numbers to them
To me
Some days less some days more
A minister said deaths per capita were less
Tell that to the widow
Percentages and line graphs and histograms
And vultures and hyenas for trps
So dry no emotion
Before that day
Anchors and politicians
Calculating and comparing
Different countries and classes
By deaths and cases
Like stock market
Humans in flesh and blood
Like shares and indices
These lives these smiles
What destiny held for them
Who knows
Gone away in the icu
To just become another statistic
Another pawn for politicians to fight about
Thousands and thousands of people
Becoming numbers
Meant to be forgotten in days
The magnitude made me numb
I didn't care
It wasn't me
Wasn't my family
It didn't affect me
To me it was a
Just a never ending vacation
Rates of poverty and unemployment
Didn't matter to me as a child
Misery and anguish of people
Millions and millions of people
Just a figure to be momentarily saddened by
While I cursed at the zoom meeting screen
Someone's mother and father passed away gasping for oxygen
Leaving a newborn orphan
And while I ate the same bland food
Someone died walking miles towards his home
Before that day
It didn't matter
It wasn't me
Wasn't my family
Till it was
It's painful
A person becoming a statistic
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
Picks.
Salad tip ***
yippy mob wall
Alice sauna grill out
Irvin opal acerbate in
nope a two win on our stat yet
tricky yup us soup on twin
act unto Easter roller men
nine ugly mint hour wrapping eat
of all ocean
news itch oh
whence sir ramble off
focal loco wallet da boo
we ouch oak
epee un nah doe
walk err rem mess I owed
ax sack up at dress
suede aim mall Luke wine outfit
turn new aught Don elf
**** gain nip her cent
shoe Elvis sword
twine
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Sometimes I think
No way this world is this cold
I withhold my tears
And I stay on my throne
Old enough rule,
Yet still time to grow
Give me a chance,
To fit into my shadow
I feel as though something is holding me back
I'm arms are weak
My mind is heavy
Someone get me some meds stat
Sick of this world
Sometimes it gets of messy
A life given, Can be deadly
Eyes wide,
mind unsteady
But I pull out my wings to takeoff like Lite Gear
I am my only fear
Yet, I steer my way
And tell the haters I'm not afraid
They say the sky's the limit
But I dream higher
Caught up in between Saints and Liars,
Makes me believe;
The devil is in fact here,
compromise ya
My tears **** down like the Open Sea
Used to cut myself open and see how much I bleed
Thinking disappearing would set me free
Like Heaven Was supposed to be my destiny
Yet Destiny is what you make it,
There is no luck
You put in the hours and commit
Or spend the rest of your life digging a ditch
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
you watch these people fall
but you help not, and just hold it all
you ran to the wall of darkness
thinking of yourself as being fearless
but this wall, is where you slip an fall
you try to get a grip on this lifeless edge
and you look overhead
and only see the dead
you cant take much more of the madness
and your state of fearlessness becomes one of sadness
you began to panic
and stat to lose your gripp
until I came here and rescued you
but as I rescued you I saw the desperate few
looking at me with despair
and in my mine I knew this wasn't fair
but when you looked at me
you left me breathless
and in my heart I felt helpless
I saw the madness with no end
and I was left with words that can not defend
when I pulled you into safety
my soul left me
and my soul left me because
bang bang
you shot me down
bang bang
I hit the ground
bang bang
that afoul sound
bang bang
my baby shot me down
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
i need a pack of Marbs, stat.
my stepfather told me to stop smoking so much or I'd get a hole in my throat and I wouldn't be able to sing with my pretty little voice anymore.
i said **** you.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
I am not an introvert,
Nor an extravert.
Not a boy,
nor a girl.
Not a this
Or a that.
Not a sloping number
Nor a climbing stat.
I am not
Green, Blue, Yellow, Red!
I am not defined
By pasts I have said
Perhaps I am a fairy
The next day, a butterfly
I am nothing and everything
Just orbiting here
Between Earth n Sky
No need to shape
This essence before me
I am what I am
And I'm not sorry. <3
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
I don't understand how
I don't really see now
Eyes are just half-open
I just feel like copin'
I'm indoors to recover from outdoors
My mind's all gone as it's on its all fours
Am I abstract or do people just interpret
Things all wrong? I have to tell them stat
I'm just a tired old man with a young mind
Just getting my thoughts out there, do you mind?
I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so harsh on you
Just stop the praise and go and do what you do
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC