"statment" poems
I feel like a friend-- a true friend,
is more than a profile on a website.
And peace is more than a handshake agreement
brought by the outcome of a gruesome fight.
I know that self worth is more than someone's opinion,
and in no other dominion but mine own to foster and care for.
And I can see that happiness is more than having money, sure,
cause most of us laugh everyday here, and come on, we're dirt poor.
And I pray the human soul is more than Casper's counterpart,
somewhere between the heart and the pancreas.
And God, faith is so much more than cryin' and dyin'
over spilt milk between religions.
And in case you were confused, "I love you", is more than
pet names, bed games, and ***
Music is more than pimps, hoes, and MTV Shows, and T-Pain singin through a computer.
Believe that life is more than grades and degrees,
or drugs and disease,
or the 'ABCs' of success that some old man wrote a thousand years ago.
This poem has to be more than words strewn together
to voice my discontent at the status-quo..
Hell, the word "more" itself is more than a one-syllable statment
that what we lack in the present
is just a larger quantity of the **** "we already have",
and no!
The power of your silent agreement is more than that
of my voice alone, so...
What is "more"?
In many ways, "more" is the friend you never had.
More peace in the world would end all the mindless bloodshed.
More respect and selfworth would bring beauty back to youth,
especially to the women in the world,
that sell their unique souls to look like the cover of Cosmo.
More faith, that grants serenity in the times of hardship,
will be the soothing hand of an Angel on our shoulders as
we say, "I love you" to our enemies, martyrs for a better world.
More positive music will inspire us,
to be the change we want to see in the world, today,
instead of, "Waitin' on the World to Change "♫ ♪ ♫♪
So ladies and gentlemen, make a decision: if you want to be
critics and vipers,
war mongers and hope-snipers,
ignore my intention, and live with more division.
But, if any of you are artists starving for meaning and inspiration,
if you envision a world of more than... THIS...
Then let a word change a feeling,
change a thought, change a meaning,
change your mind...
And get more out of life.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
"If anyone botheres you
I've got your back"
You said
So I guess you'll have
To reevaluate your statment
Because your phrase
Echoes in my head
Bugging me each
And every one
Of my days
How you told me
To stop being myself
Because I was a little weird
And now my fears came true
I got to know that everyone else
Thought that too
Because how could a father
Tell his daughter
To stop being who she is
So my smile slowly faded
You saw it less and less
Each time
And my playfulness halted
And turned into series of complaints
I hear it all the time
In your voice
you are disappointed
You are slowly shriveling me up
Weighing me down
I am sorry
I am not enough.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
I'm a black actor
So my monologues are gospel
my dialogues are political
my blocking is a statment
My diction is forgiven
I'm a black actor
So Shakespeare speaks above my melanin,
Avant guarde is a canvas too fresh for color
And the urban expierence
Is a glove that fits too well to remove
I'm a black actor
So my casting is guaranteed
My bio line is their defense against vulturous social critics circling the audition table
They need a black actor
I'm a black actor
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
I wept,
till my eyes were dry,
and I could feel no more.
In a statment of ,
complete numbness,
I layed in bed,
in hours,
for days,
s a d.
I wiped,
away the tears.
And my feelings ,
wouldn't stop ,
reminding me.
And those memories,
wouldn't stop,
chasing me.
And I couldn't just,
let go.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
I think this does not do me justice,
It is an ill fit, I wear underneath
Even though it doesnt quite fit.
I wear it for others, to make
A statement to show others my
Dedication, for a cause that
Will show those that I am like
No others, I do what I feel is right.
I wear it with pride, as I walk through
A crowd, children laughing as adults
Walk around. do they look at me guessing
The vest I wear is about a statement.
I look around as I do what must
Be done this vest is a message, I
Am everywhere in a split second as
Screams and silence scream out
All at once.
I was a person who wore a vest
It was ill fitting, but now those
Who didnt know me, now see me as I
Showed them my vest, to the world
A statment heard not by voice but
By the person wearing this vest.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
When did I become so distant?
When did I become so...cold?
It snuck up on me, I must have missed it.
Like bread not sensing the onslaught of mold.
It was probably a product of past disappointment,
Or the feeling of warmth, un-returned.
Winter has marked, on my heart a small statment,
Why attempt to be caring, when you might get burned.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
"I would die for you"
It's a statment rarly true
Commonly said
Few people will die for you
Its funny how you can say
Say you love me
When we FIGHT you say I hate you
I wouldn't have it any other way
But I have one question
Just one It's
Just
Is
Is this love true love or fake love
Tell me it's killing me
I fell hard
Im still
Still falling
It's a hard question
Question to answer but plz
I would die for you
Truth yes
But
Will you Do the to same
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
There's a reason for everything I do.
Which is a statment I can conclude,
But first, before I start a new.
I'll ask, why do you let your past follow you?
Just because it's a reflection?
Your mirrior.
Something you never look forward too,
But something that'll always haunt and taunt.
Looking in the mirrior suddenley reminds,
Life is extremley unfair, no matter the time.
I've been through the past and im stuck in the present.
You'll never know what comes ahead.
So stop looking back with so much resent.
When there's a future, so unknown but pure.
The past is a memory not a cure.
Just because you've left so much love,
Does not mean you should peel feathers from a dove,
No matter how many feathers you pick,
They won't substitute the rock solid hatred that's decided to stick.
I know you miss the words so soft that clinged.
I love you,
No you dont,
This time you can finally be relieved.
Cause the past is just a wondering ghost.
That choses to re live,
Even the most horrible stories.
Just because they're stories he'd never give.
So long with him now here comes the greates fear.
But the futures the future,
I've got time to wait it's no where near.
Just because I mentioned the past as a ghost.
Doesnt mean you won't love the present the most.
There's a reason for everything you do.
Which is a statment...
Only you can conclused.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Im fine
Wait come back
Im so very far from fine
These contacts hold back my tears
These long sleeves hide my scars
This filter keeps my sadness on a leash
And these needles keep my heart from falling apart
These thoughs , this mind always so dismal
“ Happiness is a hero “ but my pain is ever so abysmal
Nobody feels what i feel
But at the same time nobody seems to reveal
Whats going on inside
So how are we going to know when your horrors decide to collide ?
My monsters seem to be my only companion
They relieve the pain of feeling abandoned
But they hide the purpose that attemps to surface
Trying to delay what my heart seems to portray
But i am a cold soul and i continue to replenish
My basket of bad vibes that never seems to perish
Listen to the sentiments i repeatatly blare
“ I will disown you at once before i decide that i care “
Saying that statment makes me feel manic
I want to let go but there is comfort in the panic
Just like that i have lost everyone i hold dear
Just when i noticed that my happiness was beginning to appear
But when the moons goes away the sun comes out to play
So i will continue to try for the happiness
That my mind keeps trying to betray
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC