"trender" poems
trying to write good stuff but some body on here wrote some thing
hurt my feelings bad. in letter i read from another poet on hellopoety
been doing big net search cause the letter said what we all writing is
bad poem writing, letter said most folks **** at writing and had a
uppity way of telling us they leaving cause we don't write good
been doing net search cause i wanted to know what peotry wrtiing
was and what i write is poems and got some likes on some of them
and one trender. found short meaning of poem when i googeld just
now. A poem is expression of feelings and ideas well my words are
poems that i write on hello poetry site like every body on this site doing.
now i think i don't know if i want to write no more poems on here.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
fancy trender
the algorithms adore me
bits and bites love me
girlfriends gush over
what i write
the promises and perjury i pour out
though other few find it fascinating
a collection of casual carousers
deeply drunk and delirious
leer and like
fumble through and follow
these wild words
which
long for your love
and admonish apathy
say something
anything at least
jovially jeer
praise pompously
i rest
with my hands on the home keys
derive inspiration
from insignificant minutia
and you read
and read
taking a break from your home row
hum drum
flaccid
"oh thats nice"
NEXT
dont read and not write
i give not two
i should say ***
but i wont
i dont care
how inarticulately evil
you chose to be
but you must write
say something
start a conversation
engage your fellow artist
what else are we doing here
if not to inspire
it was never an endeavor
to impress our friends
was it
we found this place
for any kind of outlet
a chance to give breath
to the lightening in our bottles
this is our march
on the collective consciousness
that could be called washington
london
but when we march
we hold hands
chant
sing
speak with one another
and form bonds
and that should be done here too
without those acts
we are protestant pastors
banging on pulpits
toward a parish
that no longer exists
or if they do
never say "amen"
amen
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
My good friend Keith
Is trending often
Oftener than me
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
.
O the trender souls who keep
Spewing their ladled ornaments,
Words even a dull, starving bird
Would not gobble, plastic pieces,
Rambles of thought, unthought,
Pretty sounding, shiny trinkets,
Merely nailed by some old book,
Or a dog eared dictionary, maybe,
Some pulpy article wherein hacks,
Dreamt with loss, sad aspirations,
These are the dug trailings of fools,
Lazy, writers who fancy themselves,
Fancying themselves, in a black mirror,
Merciful as imagination and delusion,
O how the neophyte sings without any
Voice, nor depth, nor taste, nor blood,
Conscious revels in unconsciousness,
O but lame awaits the vain, the shallow,
The self proclaimed, the peacock, but, their
Showtime is only something base, something
Not and ghost peculiar, something only a carny
Would know to mock, revile as he promotes.
How glittering are the newest word baubles,
Blathering speak to mask all faceless souls,
Twaddle, twitterings, revered by simpletons.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
A thousand thoughts inside my head, half of them are about what people said
words from people that bullied me, but I’ll bottle it up with my anxiety
I try to breathe, but I just choke on my heart which has been broke
people deflate me to lift them up because they think I'm not enough.
people hate me because of my gender, I promise you I'm not a trender
people think of me as a she that's gay, but the truth is I am a they
Straighten up and get on track
give me my pronouns, I want them back
I’ll express how I feel with more than my voice
you all need to know, my gender was not a choice
I’ve been told that I'm a regret
I wish that I could forget these words that have been said to me
I beg you, please let me free
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
Once upon a midnight dreary as I pondered weak and weary.
What it is that makes me render words of truth that strike a chord ?
Firefly in pitch black nite.
Makes me ponder as I write.
Pulls me under gives me flight.
Verbal ******
Love me trender.
Me trender.
Trending.
left.Trending Right.
and center.
Dont know why.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
Trust me friend
If I wanted a poem to trend
I wouldst maketh it trend...
But I'm not a trender like the rest....
I write for me
And mi amour'
Us only...
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
They see me trending
they wanna copy
i see their poems they are wannabes
Number one trender
Original bad man writer
J.G
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC