"unbright" poems - Hello Poetry

You cringeworthy, evil pismire; Your father did surely miss-sire This personification of flatulence, The embodiment of self importance Overflowing with abject peccancy Devoid of any sign of respectability Replete with gross odoriferousness Horribly and infamously unscrupulous. You have reveled in misrepresentation And tried to elevate your calumniation Disinformation and deception exists As capitalistic dissembling persists. You’ve collected an evil government Built mostly of human excrement And have such a lack of veracity That you speak in constant mendacity. Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile Issue from your unsympathetic smile And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes That buy your fabrications completely While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly. You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star, But most of us know exactly what you are. Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy But not for you, for us and our country. Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules; You despair of any other kinds of tools. Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks. You demand we build with straw-less bricks Your erections that are planned to be palaces Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses. Those monuments, inanotomically correct, Established to celebrate and somehow protect A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates That decades of privation will not quite alleviate. But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

THE GREAT PREVARICATOR

You cringeworthy, evil pismire; Your father did surely miss-sire This personification of flatulence, The embodiment of self importance Overflowing with abject peccancy Devoid of any sign of respectability Replete with gross odoriferousness Horribly and infamously unscrupulous. You have reveled in misrepresentation And tried to elevate your calumniation Disinformation and deception exists As capitalistic dissembling persists. You’ve collected an evil government Built mostly of human excrement And have such a lack of veracity That you speak in constant mendacity. Sycophantic eructations of dogmatic bile Issue from your unsympathetic smile And your inauthentic glad-handed gropes As if we all of us are unbright gullible dopes That buy your fabrications completely While you pilfer and prevaricate indiscreetly. You are a Vaudevillian villain miscast as star, But most of us know exactly what you are. Deceit, deception, dishonesty; a tragedy But not for you, for us and our country. Distortion, evasion and fabrication the rules; You despair of any other kinds of tools. Falsehoods, fictions and forgery are your tricks. You demand we build with straw-less bricks Your erections that are planned to be palaces Filled with your giant golden carved phalluses. Those monuments, inanotomically correct, Established to celebrate and somehow protect A mountebank on the way to an overseas bank Claiming to eradicate the scoria he creates That decades of privation will not quite alleviate. But you, the Great Prevaricator, will always blame Other players in your sick, unconstitutional game Instead of admitting your complicity and guilt About the disgusting, putrid swamp you built.

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I grow tired But growth is being done I stand, weary eyed Still standing though, aren't I My mind it tries to fool me Play off my fragility What she doesn't know My hearts become full of hope It's beating quiet And sometimes slow But it's there, that I know That's all I need to grow I fidget with anxious thoughts A troubled mind She'll tell me awful things And she'll whisper little lies "You are not good enough You will not win You'll never find your joy Or Passion Not beautiful Untalented, unbright Crooked girl with crooked mind A silly child On a dead end road Full of fool's gold Lackluster, Growth only leads To withering Forget this slippery slope Drop your empty hope, You are not good enough!" But I know These thoughts are merely Here to protect me To convince me not to grow Because growing means Hurting And change Growing means everything Must be rearranged And that's scary, I know But it's something we must do to cope So quiet down, my mind I know you think you're being kind But heart and mind together We could be so much greater And I know no matter what We'll grow through the rough So lean on me a little Let this heart beat For both of us

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Oct 14, 2022

Oct 14, 2022 at 12:17 PM UTC

gin-smiles

To my anxious mind

I grow tired But growth is being done I stand, weary eyed Still standing though, aren't I My mind it tries to fool me Play off my fragility What she doesn't know My hearts become full of hope It's beating quiet And sometimes slow But it's there, that I know That's all I need to grow I fidget with anxious thoughts A troubled mind She'll tell me awful things And she'll whisper little lies "You are not good enough You will not win You'll never find your joy Or Passion Not beautiful Untalented, unbright Crooked girl with crooked mind A silly child On a dead end road Full of fool's gold Lackluster, Growth only leads To withering Forget this slippery slope Drop your empty hope, You are not good enough!" But I know These thoughts are merely Here to protect me To convince me not to grow Because growing means Hurting And change Growing means everything Must be rearranged And that's scary, I know But it's something we must do to cope So quiet down, my mind I know you think you're being kind But heart and mind together We could be so much greater And I know no matter what We'll grow through the rough So lean on me a little Let this heart beat For both of us

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I was ok but I was anxious I tried to rest to stop twitching, stop groaning, stop my head from ******* pounding It wasn't worth it Once my brain stop ticking like a broken clock it settled back down here again Depressed again I wondered why this keeps on happening Not the obvious reason, my bipolar condition isn't the interesting part anymore But why down now? Why have things changed? Then I look outside and am reminded the glaring sun feels so exhausting alone I only felt better and laid down my crazy head when rain was pouring I wanted to go outside and drown in it I was cold I was lonely But rain has always made things feel better when everything swings SAD Most people hate the winter but for me its the opposite The burning sky The heat The loose skin I'd rather be wrapped up in my sweater and have the sky not remind me how unbright I can be inside Its hard to pretend to be brighter than you are next to the sun In the darkness its easier to be bright But Its also easier to feel like the entire universe isn't watching you fail Easier to feel like even the sky is sad sometimes I've always felt worse in summers, haven't I? Funny I never noticed it until now Funny it fit well with school and college Now it just makes me feel broken But a lot of things make me feel broken, don't they? Guess this is just another

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC

grace-7

Summer Swings

I was ok but I was anxious I tried to rest to stop twitching, stop groaning, stop my head from ******* pounding It wasn't worth it Once my brain stop ticking like a broken clock it settled back down here again Depressed again I wondered why this keeps on happening Not the obvious reason, my bipolar condition isn't the interesting part anymore But why down now? Why have things changed? Then I look outside and am reminded the glaring sun feels so exhausting alone I only felt better and laid down my crazy head when rain was pouring I wanted to go outside and drown in it I was cold I was lonely But rain has always made things feel better when everything swings SAD Most people hate the winter but for me its the opposite The burning sky The heat The loose skin I'd rather be wrapped up in my sweater and have the sky not remind me how unbright I can be inside Its hard to pretend to be brighter than you are next to the sun In the darkness its easier to be bright But Its also easier to feel like the entire universe isn't watching you fail Easier to feel like even the sky is sad sometimes I've always felt worse in summers, haven't I? Funny I never noticed it until now Funny it fit well with school and college Now it just makes me feel broken But a lot of things make me feel broken, don't they? Guess this is just another

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just i opening my soul oD and drawtuo fumbles emos unbright ecnecsednacni some fuckhot magic peeling out the innumerable jeer of my and me deepest

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Feb 11, 2012

Feb 11, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

just i

just i opening my soul oD and drawtuo fumbles emos unbright ecnecsednacni some fuckhot magic peeling out the innumerable jeer of my and me deepest

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it was so unbright yesternight in the closed nook of a pale painted swinging swung tight, tightly swinging, quickly singing, breath of fast hair from the timid article of light uncorking from thy precious bowl: your remarkably hips. i quipped a sonnet on the marble jelly of your cresting gluttonous ******* with my hands between the stocky virulent oaks of your frail gently thighs. and your eyes were scorching, and the breadth of hours tumbled open and wee

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Mar 28, 2011

Mar 28, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

Untitled

it was so unbright yesternight in the closed nook of a pale painted swinging swung tight, tightly swinging, quickly singing, breath of fast hair from the timid article of light uncorking from thy precious bowl: your remarkably hips. i quipped a sonnet on the marble jelly of your cresting gluttonous ******* with my hands between the stocky virulent oaks of your frail gently thighs. and your eyes were scorching, and the breadth of hours tumbled open and wee

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because when the last light bulb burns out, and when the fire in your heart gets extinguished - only then will you learn how to overcome the darkness. - v.m

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC

violetmarkey

unbright.

because when the last light bulb burns out, and when the fire in your heart gets extinguished - only then will you learn how to overcome the darkness. - v.m

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I am an art of human A seed unto the world cast loose Holding what's unfurled Beneath, a lonesome seeker of truth It is undue to suffer Through a seemly, caustic night Unbidden, untoward, unwellitude Unbeing And unbright But in the hull solemnitude Unmeaning And unkind We find ourselves in solitude Inside a well, unlit Untied

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Un-typed

I am an art of human A seed unto the world cast loose Holding what's unfurled Beneath, a lonesome seeker of truth It is undue to suffer Through a seemly, caustic night Unbidden, untoward, unwellitude Unbeing And unbright But in the hull solemnitude Unmeaning And unkind We find ourselves in solitude Inside a well, unlit Untied

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A holy night---- All the world's Fallen unbright If this really is heaven When did you learn How to bite? Amid the weeping And the gnashing The clashing of teeth---- A flickering faltering light Fall to me... Fall in delight. Let your mind say no I can hear your body fight Every thump a thump First a whisper----- Next a scream----- Then a wail----- a blight... Accompanying teardrops Slowly falling Sobs. Sobs. Sobs. Blurring sight. This is our last chance Before you close your eyes and fall for ever asleep----- Good night.

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Apr 21, 2018

Apr 21, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC

fake_ian--G1100

Unsilent Night..e

A holy night---- All the world's Fallen unbright If this really is heaven When did you learn How to bite? Amid the weeping And the gnashing The clashing of teeth---- A flickering faltering light Fall to me... Fall in delight. Let your mind say no I can hear your body fight Every thump a thump First a whisper----- Next a scream----- Then a wail----- a blight... Accompanying teardrops Slowly falling Sobs. Sobs. Sobs. Blurring sight. This is our last chance Before you close your eyes and fall for ever asleep----- Good night.

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They have slain the life who lit my eyes alight. They have slain the sky, in all colourful starlight. They have slain my flame, leaving dead coals unbright. And they have slain all my feeling. My moon, my sun, all is dead and gone. And they have slain the mercy inside me. I will break the stars to bring back what was ours. Now I have slain, and as you wait for me, in the skies beyond the sea, know you were my mercy.

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC

phoenixv2

Mercy //

They have slain the life who lit my eyes alight. They have slain the sky, in all colourful starlight. They have slain my flame, leaving dead coals unbright. And they have slain all my feeling. My moon, my sun, all is dead and gone. And they have slain the mercy inside me. I will break the stars to bring back what was ours. Now I have slain, and as you wait for me, in the skies beyond the sea, know you were my mercy.

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