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Poems on various topics |
These are poems, most of which were written in the last month. I'm not much of a poet, but I kind of like these. Each poem is numbered to avoid confusion. Please let me know what you think. Some of these were written a bit after the style of Dorothy Parker. 1. Advice I did not listen to my friends Though they were old and wise, For I had love inside my heart And stars in front my eyes. They told me he would be untrue And that he was no good, So I told them to go to hell, As any girlfriend would. They knew that he was playing games And toying with my heart, But I was sure that he was true, For he liked opera, dance, and art. I should have listened to my friends For now I am bereft. He set his sights on a fairer maid And then just up and left. My friends were right and I was wrong, But I must reap what I have sown. I closed my eyes and plugged my ears And I was left alone. 2. A Gallery Livingston gave me a sudden kiss And told me he was true, But I got mad and slapped his face For kissing me out of the blue. Blaine was always giving hugs And trying to squeeze my waist, But I thought that he was fat And his complexion looked like paste. Kelley had a lot of money And was very pretty to see, But he wasn’t classy or brainy or funny, So he didn’t appeal to me. Tobias was witty and charming and fun, But soon I began to despair, For he called me each night and followed me home And I hated his greasy black hair. Jeremiah’s a hopeless romantic And a gentleman down to the core, But we never could talk or go for a walk- He was always ahead of me, holding the door. Charles is a definite keeper, But our chances at marriage are slim, For I’ve dated so many sleaze balls, I don’t know how to handle a gem. 3. My Conscience My family thinks I’m sneaky, I shall never earn their trust, For I can’t meet the requirements That an ideal daughter must. They seem to think a little fib Will turn me to a felon, But it’s so hard to not sneak out When you have the face of Helen. I’m really not so terrible As they seem to think. They are sure a night of fun Leads to a lifetime in the clink. They hardly ever allow me To leave my prison cell. They believe a boring youth Prevents eternity in hell. But I’ve found a silver lining And a little ray of sun, In that being the family black sheep Is ever so much fun. I know I should try harder To do the things I ought; Though I’m never sorry for my actions, I’m just sorry I get caught. 4. A Bad Day Of all the days in the calendar, As far as I can tell, There is just a single one That truly comes from hell. That’s the day when Cupid Rears up his ugly head, And the day when all us mortals Would do well to stay in bed. When I was just a little girl I used to mope and sigh, Because I could not win the heart Of any little guy. But sadly, then I grew up, And my chest was not so flat, And I could make the boys run Each time I dropped my hat. They say that love’s a blessing, But really it’s a curse. I’ve heard that love heals heartache, But it only makes it worse. The next time little Eros Raises up his cursèd arrow, I can only hope it pierces, Not the heart, instead, the marrow. On the fourteenth day of February, I truly envy the dead, And if I fall in love again, Someone needs to examine my head. 5. A Scientific Opinion I’ve heard that love’s for the youthful, The lucky, the hearty, the wise. But love seems to addle their poor little brains, And make cloudy those bright little eyes. Love is the cause of much aging. Love is the cause of most strife. Scientifically speaking, falling in love Can rob you ten years of your life. 6. Trying Won’t Cut It I don’t know why it didn’t work, After all, we tried. But so did Romeo and Juliet, And look at them-they died. I wasn’t ready for it to end, But I won’t mope or pout, Because the Phantom loved Christine, And we know how that turned out. Rick was made for Ilsa, And so I will not cry, For they were the perfect couple, And she left with another guy. Rhett and Scarlet were soul mates, But they couldn’t make it work, For Scarlet was petty and selfish, And frankly, Rhett was a jerk. Reality and fiction, In this are parallel: Love can complicate your life And make it a living hell. The moral to take from all of this, In the simplest terms I can put it: If the powers that be are against you, Trying just won’t cut it. 7. Ambition I wanted to write a grand novel, But my attention span was too short. Only diligent types can write novels, And I’m simply not that sort. I set my sights on epic poem To rival the Latin and Greek. I’m no competition to Homer, I quit after only a week. I thought about a novella, Thought provoking and deep. But each time I sat down to write it, I nearly fell asleep. A short story seemed quite easy, And sure to keep me sane. But writing a good one is difficult, And proved too much for my brain. I felt I had run out of options, Thought my passion for writing a curse. But then I remembered I had one last resort, So I’ve taken to scribbling verse. 8. Nature Traveler, traveler, weak and weary, Step into this pretty clearing. See the church, dressed all in white, Beckoning you to pass the night. In the graveyard, you suppose, The Dead all sleep in sweet repose. The birds sing you a lullaby, While far away, trains whistle by. Dragonflies soar on wings of lace, While the summer sun shines on your face. Ants march by in grave solemnity, Unaware of the nearby city. Two lizards on a tree play tag, A butterfly rests upon your bag. The grass is soft and green right here, At the edge of the clearing stand two deer. Above the sky is burning blue, The hill affords a spectacular view. The world, for once, seems free of strife, And all is still, yet teems with life 9. A Novel Idea Please don’t look down on us because we are young. Don’t complain about the clothes we wear Or about the songs we’ve sung. We’re just trying to figure out what we don’t understand, And in truth, that’s quite a lot. You hope we are walking the path that you did and we desperately pray that we’re not. We grew up wanting to be like you but now we’re not so sure, for your generation has caused all the problems That ours will have to cure you will never see us crying, though we sometimes wish you could we used to hate it when you said, “I love you.” But now we wish you would and now our world is scary Goodbye, sweet “ignorance is bliss” When all the problems in the world Could be solved by mother’s kiss we don’t want to be what society calls us: A punk, a jock, a nerd But we’re just too afraid to tear down our walls and abandon our own little herd We look at the pictures in the albums And we know you love us dearly But somehow it seems, no matter how hard you try You cannot see us clearly To you, the world must be spinning too fast You don’t like the future and you can’t shake the past For us it seems to be spinning too slow We can’t solve the world’s problems ‘til we’re running the show We really want to speak out And break the ties that bind But we’re all scared to reach out And touch those who aren’t our kind We’re each trying to change our own little world But we can’t change anything on our own We’ve got to learn to get over ourselves Or be forever alone The world is quickly getting darker and the good things seem so few we’ve got to get to know each other so we won’t end up like you |