"succesful" poems
Being the best couple is not about
looking awesome together. It is about
how compatible you are together. It’s
not about looking perfect together.
It’s about being perfect for each
other .You don’t need to have
extraordinary glamorous looks but
you need to have extraordinary
passion and love for each other. It’s
not about making others happy when
they see you both together it’s about
being happy when you both are
together. The best couples in the
world are the ones who are madly in
love with each other and who are
strongly determined to make their
relationship work with maturity,
understanding, commitment and
unconditional love.What some of you ladies need to know is, No matter how Fine you are,
No matter how Many OutFits You got,
No matter how smart you are,
No matter how good in bed you are,No Matter How Succesful You Are
No matter how well you **** ****
Tight ***** Scream, or Deep Throat.No Matter How Good You Smell,No Matter How Much You Earn
You Can NEVER Compete With a Girl that a ***** is in Love With..... NEVER
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
In order to be succesful you must be a fool…
Thats the worse advise you can get ever..
I am so hurt after i got an advise like that…
Maybe i dont get the message right, help.
Being stupid means letting other people oppress you to get succesful,
I stil dont get it…
Steve Biko ” THEY HAVE TAKEN A BRIEF LOOK AT WHAT IS, AND HAVE DIAGNOSED THE PROBLEM INCORRECTLY. THEY HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS AND HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE ROOT CAUSE. HENCE WHATEVER IS IMPROVISED AS A REMEDY WILL HARDLY CURE THE CONDITION.” From I write what i like the chapter We blacks…
The sad part is even after 19years of democratic freedom in South Africa, some people wont change the State of mind about racial oppression it stil exist especially more in work plaće enviroment…
For someone who grew up Free, born Free generation stil put the whites superior and continue worshiping them to be superior than the other fellow nlack brothers grow up…
I am a fighter, i refuse to sell my soul to please fellow White brothers for favours of better treatment because of my dark Colored skin…
Its a sign, with the more knowledge i am equiping My self with for better and my space of democratic freedom and rights, i will succed in life…
For all the previously disadvantaged people they went through some tough time and cruel struggle…
For instance the “72 Hour Clause. A clause in apartheid regulations which controlled the movement of African from one district to another.”
Those people struggled but they fought dor equality. Now that we have equality you stil wanna plaese a fellow White brother with all the previllages you have.
I my self i know that through struggle that i encounter in life i learn more on survival and live to tell a story…
Im dissapointed already about some of the side effect of the past but im not ackwoledging racial discrimination nor even allow it to happen infront of me with a mute sense…
Can’t you see the light!
Its sign…
For all the unprevillaged people the is no succes without a struggle…
From the struggle you learn how to survive and live to tell a story…
Don’t water a thorn tree and expect an apple…
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
The castle went into chaos
The queen ran amok in the chamber
A coronation day parade
and she had just lost her tiara
All the maids were ordered to search
on the bed, under the silky bed sheet,
in the closet, everywhere....
but failed to locate the missing tiara..
oh where did it go?
this priceless tiara?
Running late... for the parade
The King barged in with the wizard...
This time to locate the status of the tiara
A cast of a spell that worked
The work of evil was succesful!
The magic ball in the wizard's hand
a face of a wicked witch who cunningly
disguised as a raven who came by
at the queen's chamber that morning...
and it flew away.. away...
with the precious 12 carat diamond coated tiara
just when everybody was busy tightening
the queen's corset ,
the raven witch snatched an advantage
Poor Queen ....
incomplete without her tiara
but the parade went on....
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
last night i had a Dream
i was at an intersection
both roads looked the same
standing on one road my mother
one the other myself only older
my mom spoke softly
"honey you need to stop wasting your time
forget music forget painting an poetry
that wont get you anywhere go to college
be a doctor or a lawyer make lots and lots of money
youll be happy"
sounded tempting
i started walking that way
then my future self spoke
"you need to do what makes you happy what you love
dont work a job just for money do it for pleasure
continue to paint continue to play music
it will be hard at first you will disopoint some people in the end
it pays off youll make money off your painting
you can be in a succesful band
learning from from every obsticle you face"
it was then i had to decide
i aplogized to my mother i told her if she loved me
she support me
"ok" she said
the future me disapeared as i ran down his road
creating my life ahead
im not sure what happened next
i woke up at that point
i guess thats where i decide
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
A succesful lawyer is deeply and desperately mourning for his dead wife today. A robber broke into their house yesterday, took their money away and killed his wife who happened to be at home alone watching TV by strangling her to death. He blames God for his wife's terrible death and decides to convert himself to atheism.
A Mother has just got a terrible news this morning. Her son died in war yesterday. She blames God who let this happen and the goverment who sent her son away into battle
Neither of them has the slightest ideas of what would happen in the near future if their wife and son hadn't died.....
The lawyer's wife someday would be so bored of her husband's job that keeps him busy all the time and then start seeing another man. He then would find out about his wife's affair, confront her and after a fierce quarrel **** her by strangling her. After he kills the man his wife has an affair with he then shoots himself as well in the head...
The woman's son would return home on leave immediately and accidentaly run into a very attractive mid-aged woman . Both would start seeing each other, to the woman's husband's dismay who then would end up killing them both before finally kills himself.
Things happens for reasons....
Life is like a river.... You change its course, it would come three times swifter than it should...
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
no one cares
no one supports me
they say I can't do anything
never will I be succesful
my ideas my words my wishes and dreams
crushed by enemys
no friends that support me
no family that cares
this is why I pursue
why I am still here
to prove them wrong to show
I will be someone
putting smiles on faces is a way to get credit
gaining there trust is different
a weird guy without a life is all they see
but worthless
is not me
a champion will reign
if I only had help
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Desire, attachment, craving
From attachment stems desire and craving
I am attached to you
So therefore I crave your attention
It's funny
Why do I crave your attention so much
What is it about you?
Why do I crave your approval
Why do I so desperately want you to be proud of me
Believe in me
See me
Why?
Is it because I craved this from my father?
Do I transfer that unmet need onto you?
But what is it about you?
You are driven and succesful as my father was
And you have a vice just as my father did
yet you are different
I trust you in a way I never trusted my father
How do I slay this need within me?
How do I meet it from within?
How do I love you without needing something from you?
How do I release my desire for you and all that you represent?
By stepping into my own power
And finally admitting and letting go of my need for my father.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
Fact, Even though I met the love of my life and plan on marrying him I dont believe anybody will ever love me
Fact: I dont believe im worth having anything that I want
Fact: I believe that I am a burden on my family becuase I require so much help just to get through the day. I’m not disabled, just crazy.
Fact:I cant be left home alone because when I was 14 I tried to **** myself
Fact: When I was 13 I met a guy that I met online becaues I wanted to get kidnapped and murdered.
Fact:Ive never been ***** but sometimes I wish I had been
Fact: From the time I was 13 to the time I was almost 15 my best friends dad tried to convince me to fall in love with him. He was 50 something. Sometimes I regret not taking him up on his offer.
Fact: I wake up some mornings and all i want is for somebody to beat the **** out of me because I dont want to be alive anymore
Fact: I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, but im afraid that youll realize how ******* up i am and leave me.
Fact: Im so terrified of being alone that I push away the people i love so I can say it was my choice
Fact :I just wish I could be trusted enough to stay home alone for 24 hours. Or get a job. or drive a car. but I know Im not worth the trouble
Fact: I wish my mom knew that when I said “I understand…” I really meant I understand but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
Fact: i believe
I am a worthless human being.
I dont deserve to have anything i want and
you finally made me believe that I might not be.
fact: I cant stand the thought of loosing you.
Fact: I really Really like *** and all of you guys out there that think you can take advantage of me, believe me, I wont be the one getting hurt.
Fact: I hate the word beautiful when it is used to describe me.
Fact:I may have sent the love of my life to prison because he was too old for me
Fact: as I sit and write this out I realized something.
these were once my secrets,
these 15 one liners that I am different now.
Dont get me wrong,
I still really like ***
And I still feel worthless sometimes
but now,
I know something about myself.
I know that I matter.
Fact: I know I am ******* Beautiful
Fact: I know I mean something
Fact: I want to be alive
Fact: I am greatful to have lived the life that I have, because I know I could have been born to an abusive father and a hateful mother that sent me to the streets so they could shoot up
Fact: Instead of the previous senario I was born to a succesful and loveing mother and a brilliant and caring father. I was born into a family where I will be the 5 generation female to go to college.
Fact: I am loved.
Fact: I love
Fact: I am capable of emotions other than saddness and anger and fear.
Fact: I know who I am, as well as a 16 year old can.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
Fell far
With a
Imperceptible lack
Of sanity
I lay here
Life remains
Dismally bleak
Now
Solutions
Attainable
Undesirable
Yet required
We scrape the
Minds shattering psyche
For the goo of conciousness
Sludge of humanities spirit
Succesful reboot...
Here we go again
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
Twas the day before classes
and all through the school
Not a student was stirring
but few hardcores with parasols
In strolled the boss with something to say
Who seemed happy enough hi to say
My coworker professor strolled in with a TA
I did not know about ‘til introduced to her today
Looks like this semester will be good
Unless kids come in to whinge like they often do
Be nice to me and we’ll be nice to you.
Follow that rule an do your work to
A sucessful term means you learn about what I say
Grades are degrading remember I tell you each day
Learn what I want and use it right and
I’ll give you an A… OK?
A succesful Spring 2014 to all and to all a good time!
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
there are two dimensions
to this living.
One is the surface,
the ethereal,
the light to the dark.
The shadow to the skin:
The depth of pigment.
But then, there is the deeper sin
the battering within.
The judgment of blackness
based on skin.
It has hounded us,
through our history,
from House to field.
from basketball court
to court house.
From boardroom
to dorm room
to class room
to living room.
Granny used to say,
ooh girl you've got good hair.
Nice and wavy,
like your grandpappy's.
Used to say,
see you're the pretty one.
Running her fingertips
along our cheeks,
mired in awe
of our caramel complexion.
while like tar,
it stuck to the minds
of our classmates,
cohorts,
coworkers.
With jealousy
they said light-skinned,
not black enough,
not us enough.
not us enough.
when one day in class,
the teacher had asked,
"what do mommy and daddy do?"
Janitor.
Works for the state.
Garbageman.
we piped up proudly,
"my mommy and daddy have college degrees,
one creates houses
the other works in network security"
all the while,
our classmates had laughed,
made fun of us,
"so, that's why you don't talk black"
Two smart ******
bred a smart *****
And so the story of us,
had morphed
from the days of Angela Davis,
to this new form of self-hatred.
the valley between us
suffered a cataclysm
and became a canyon.
Continued to grow,
our skin a stain,
and as actors we had to train,
mellowing our dialect
just to make it seem as if we had intellect,
cause we all know a succesful black man,
has two distinct voices,
and not through his own choices,
it is bred from necessity.
can't sit in front of white man
and talk like pickaninny.
got so comfortable out of our own skin,
that we felt we were the ones
digging out the edges of the canyon.
So far thrown from blackness
that maybe this is how they separate us,
make us hate ourselves
and love they wealth.
make us hate our hair
and love they locks.
Cause like superheroes
we switch from day out
to day in.
Being dark, light or caramel complexioned
we stay hounded by
how close we get to whitening.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Everybody wants it but nobody wants to work for it.
Not even me. I have so much time to be successful.
But my mind gets side tracted so easily.
I could be succesful if I stopped listening to music. Read a book instead
I could be successful if I stopped going to sleep. Did my homework
If i wasn't so busy messaging and being on social media
If i wasn't always lost in my thoughts
Thinking about everything else I'd rather be doing.
Dreaming, searching, drifting away, driving, cutting, dancing, ******* Talking
Anything other than being here but if I'm not here where am I?
I'm no where nor am I going any where.
I'm unsuccessful.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
She speaks of a past she never lived
During an uncertain present
thinking of a shady, shaky future
Her words are careful and well thought of
For each may be the seed that if succesful will feed her for years to come
She then speaks of water
And how dry her mouth is
She seems thirsty
her thirst is real.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
How can you get success , love and happiness?
__Strength!__ [Why do you ask me that?]
What if you can't be succesful alone?
__More Strength__ [ pls...]
What if you need to accept weakness to love?
__Grow stronger!__ [stop it]
What if that doesn‘t make you …
__STRENGTH!__ [I can‘t ...]
You are none of these things are you?
__Stop it!__ [ STRENGTHH!]
You‘re lost aren‘t you?
__Help me ... I am broken__ [I hate myself ]
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
There were times where thoughts didn’t exist
people didn’t confuse me
and everything was alright in the world.
There were times when I didn’t worry
and stress didn’t control my digestive system
and I didn’t need to medicate.
There were times I did not trust to be alone by myself,
for fear of my own destruction caused by myself
I didn’t understand the strength of the situation.
There were people I trusted who now are no longer
they don’t carry the same heartfelt endearment that was gifted
they don’t have a care in the world.
There were times where I neer thought about looking
scrolling through messages to find a false
a death occured.
There were times when I was somewhat whole,
somewhat capable,
somewhat caring of my own rights and my own dreams.
There were times where I put the right things first,
There were times where I said the things that were meant to be said
There were times where I saw myself in a succesful way of life
There were times where I did not want to just run away
There were times where I knew myself better
There were times where I was allowed to feel
There were times where I saw the people around me care
There were times where people actually meant something to me
There were times where I knew things had worth
There were times where I believed
There were times where I sought love
There were times where I sought truth
There were times where I sought life
There were times where I felt I wasn’t a caged animal
And now I’m in hell, prison, being objectified and slaughtered by those who are of lesser caricatures than life
There were times where I knew the face of the devil
There were times where I would banish this evil
But for some reason I think I’m stuck
I think I’m here for the realness promised
There were secrets kept,
Lies told,
And trust lost!
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
They say the is always a woman behind every succesful man…
Ofcourse its true without a woman man could have never been born.
The woman is the one who give birth even though man impregnated her..,
Most woman are mothers, they are wives and historically woman have been the one who raise kids well and worked domestical chores while man went for bigger meat…
They say the man is the head of the house he leads the way but the woman is the one that points the directions…
To all the woman out the in the world I would like to thank you on behald of other man, as my token of appreciation for your loving tender care…
In my own definition a woman is a female human being with pride of who she is
A woman is someone with motherly Love from birth
A woman is the mastermind of the household in the family
A woman is a fragile being that should be treated with love and respect
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
When life seems to short
it probably is.
When you miss out on the joys growing up,
having your own house, wife, kids.
There is a special place in heaven,
for the ones who die young.
A special group of angels
with the most beautiful songs sung.
It doesnt matter your faith, color, or ambitions.
All that matters is when you spoke, many people listened.
Even in a short life the best still leave their mark,
in the worst of situations they still brought light to dark.
A tragedy has occured everyone knows its true.
Live for the fallen and become succesful as they would have you do.
The gravity of the situation is for sure no mistake.
Just Know one day we will meet again,
because we both believe in fate
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
countless others have tried to please me
not one of them has been succesful
because deep down inside
i know they were only trying to please themselves
*but you
oh god here's the thing about you
you don't have to try to bring me happiness
you just do*
before you
i fed on scraps of chewed up happy
bits and pieces of whatever i could possibly get my hands on
i was starving
i begged and pleaded;
*give me more give me more give me
more*
my hunger was never ending
i tried my damndest to be deserving
silly me should've known i wasn't the undeserving one
you taught me that
you and i
we don't need to give
or take
or bargain
just to exist together
*you're my best friend (with five of the letter f)
my sidekick
always completely full of love
we're happy just to hold up each others hearts, hopes
and secret dreams that help us believe theres a better place out there than here*
there are no terms and conditions
no expectations
our lives are both complex and impossible,
when we're together they're simple and limitless
im pouring myself into you
filling the aching places of need that you've kept empty for so long
you do the same for me
you will never ever let me beg
plead
or go without what i deserve
and suddenly i realized this truth about us
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Her cry haunts the living out of my daylight, chases and split succesful thoughts blocks and erases all joy of happiness her tiers scrambles and never win the game
Her screams sound to voilent for me to understand
Instead ill watch a horror that follows
Her version was to remain was to remain
I should have asked she said instead I cowardly challaged myself
A habbit I,she needed me to discontinue that night, I keep thinking yet don't show it, invovement the excitement and the peace I felt after killing I mean removing, I walked in there alone and came out everyone one knew what I did
The silent conductor
Engages and conducts my thoughts. Maybe you wouldve been unconditionally loved or even successfully contributed to my present but I am working on a future and you happened to early to Be involved now I cry and everyone says I'm a killer I wonder why you haunt me.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Today might be a day full of horror and misery,
Tomorrow, the clouds will clear and a band of rainbow would stretch.
Yesterday is a history, Now the masses are celebrating.
Today, we work on something that happened from Yesterday, and grow, blooming…
Tomorrow is a mystery, waiting for us to unveil and welcome.
No one lives in the now, for we are preoccupied of thinking about Tomorrow.
We have too many questions to ask the Universe, but the Universe cannot reason, nor reply…
Only us can resolve, and rebuilt ourselves. We must take it one step at a time.
Everyone is not on the same boat,
but we are one in the same route or course, journey, and expedition.
Our experiences matter and differ, but it does not matter, for we are in our own element.
No matter what we are and what is our past is, does not define our future, for we can change it now without worrying about Tomorrow and its consequences.
We often claim to be problem solvers,
but we had a hard time to speak of the matters or dilemmas we are in.
It must be a reminder to take care of ourselves and be kind to ourselves and others.
Despite the consequences, we are what we are, and we can change the course of our lives.
There are people who dreamed to sail the coast or the isles, to the islands of dreams.
Many sailors reached their destination.
A lot did not made it, and accepted their fate through Amor Fati.
Tomorrow, there will be would-be sailors who will be renowned, or not.
All it takes is courage and the love of our fate, and to ourselves, then to others who supports us.
The ingredient to a better life is not how succesful we are, but on how we loved ourselves and on how it changed us in a blink, or within the rest of our lives.
If the experiment or recipe did not work, we must find an alternative to produce,
in order for us to proceed.
Typhoons, Whirlwinds, Whirlpools, they’re our enemies, and it’s unavoidable.
Rest is an essential part of our routine.
We must rest in order to proceed and reach our destination.
We must set sail if we are ready, not if when it’s necessary.
If the Universe does not let it happen Today, we must try again Tomorrow.
Figure out the errors and persevere.
For Now, a rest is necessary, for us to fuel our engines of ambitions.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:30 AM UTC
LOVE YOURSELF
Whonever say : " You are not beautiful"
LOVE YOURSELF
Whatever happened in your life
LOVE YOURSELF
Wherever you are
LOVE YOURSELF
Whenever you live
LOVE YOURSELF
It is a key to be succesful
It is a key to be confident
You live your life
Your life is yours
Your destiny
Your dream
Your aim
They always listen to you
What you wanna say
It doesn't matter
Good or bad
Because
YOU LOVE YOURSELF
and
LOVE YOURSELF
ever...
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
You try
And work
And learn
And try to be successful
But still you don't
Sleep
Or eat
Or cry
Or breathe
For if you do then you won't be
Someone's child
A friend
A worker
A spouse
Sadly we believe being succesful
Is more important than being healthy
We are so afraid we won't be loved
We don't think that we should
love ourselves
.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Bearded, hairy, pimpled fairy,
repulsive, obnoxious, loud and anxious,
daring, daunting, sweating, crying,
lying and prying
to get the details out,
presumptious, precautious yet nosy,
bossy, knowing it all and showing it all.
Dancing for no apparent reason,
same for singing,
showering, caring and pairing.
Associations big or small,
drama at the mall,
glances, waves and smiles
helping others with piles
of work, with quirk.
Strong, fierce, succesful beings, kind
with deep eyes, steep noses, cheeks
and jaws, able to cut glass,
a freakishly tight, yet humbling behind
or ***
Adventurous, spontanious, loving
and watching and staring and matching
catching every voxel, every pixel, every line
or dot
or just a couple or just one or not.
Full, sizeable or rather small, yet kissable lips
or standing tall, bizarre
symmetry, bigotry, whining and ambitiously
becoming a truer version of what you
think you are.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Philippines is our beloved country
The system of our government is democracy
Yet in here, we're not free
To scream the words for us to finally see
We are locked in a prison
Some knew it and most don't even know
That they are drinking a poison
Gave by the politics who are really slow
I know they are poisoned too
Yet they have no clue
Glad I am not becuase I already new
That it was the money who are poisoning you
Dr. Jose Rizal's bapor tabo
Our country with no future and slow updating
Like Politicians in El Filibusterismo
For their promises are always breaking
Article III of 1987, Section 4
Freedom of speech cannot be canceled by any laws
But what is this, why are we having this sore?
Longing for a freedom of all Filipinos
You open your mouth, you talk to a gun
The country who was succesful before was now gone
But It's not fault of a certain someone
It is always a fault of everyman
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC