Procrastination Poems

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Why My Assignment Was Late

Why My Assignment Was Late short poem

Oh procrastination How you’ll be the death of me You get worse and worse the closer I get to graduation I guess we’ll just have to wait and see If you get me put on academic probation After you arrived,

Poems containing references to : Procrastination

You Are the Master of Life

You Are the Master of Life short poem

Aim to be the Master of Life. Heaven never waits; let’s take this today, before it’s gone like yesterday Every generation gets the grief, sure do we all; But the Master is he who doesn’t feel perplexed at all. One,

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A Thesis Of New Year

A Thesis Of New Year short poem

Hopes filled and mostly disappointed A few of succeeded giving a courage A year called that at the end of midnight Put a comma and it continues same as In a cycle we ride the cycle Beyond the horizon some

Black And White

Black And White long poem

Black and white, our favorite colors I write to feel alright, but it’ s hard to write right, my favorite duress, its my plight and it lasts all through the night even during the day sometimes, even to date but

Sinking Boatmen

Sinking Boatmen short poem

The name, went begging to yield. Dispute was becoming a point of disorder. A fire on ice, I was burning inside. Unabated, the storm was raging in bush. The candor was lost. We were drying up in shade. One eccentric

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Under the gaze of bald beliefs a warped dialect becomes a squeezer. Helplessly I watch the slashing of my wrists. Darkness burns, without light only intense heat. The expected miracle digs in around, in trenches of my knees. I become

Running Your Marathon Called Life

Running Your Marathon Called Life ballad

When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I Cry long poem

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode I suffer

Longing

Longing short poem

I may not break the cords of your indifference I may not touch the reaches of your heart I may not function fully in the way you’d like Nor play your dreamed of perfect partner part When I reach out

Lost In Silent Darkness

Lost In Silent Darkness prose poem

When I look back the silent darkness I had left in the deep woods a long ago where I had planted few seeds of my memories to grow but I found those seeds grown with thorns of exasperation and annoyance

The Watcher

The Watcher short poem

The watcher, he sits over there, Staring,I can see him staring his evil glare, He’s the watcher, he watches ’till I sleep, Then he’ll come for me creep, creep, I drift alone into a world of dread, I cannot move,can’t

Come No Closer!

Come No Closer! short poem

Stop! — don’t! — I need not your help. Don’t look down I do care for myself. Just go! — Left me alone If you will have no care Just let myself be prone. I will have no wonder If

Perfect Imperfection

Perfect Imperfection short poem

Do not be afraid to make mistakes everyone does but worry about what is and not what was. mistakes make us different makes us stand out mistakes are part of life. it’s what life is about don’t let your mistakes

Milkweed

Milkweed short poem

Mundane indulgence for a prlonged state of agony in truth of fake lies and synthetic tears, bloated rendition of angels; the hate crawls out from the ruins of time. I crave for the musical instruments left in the room. The

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

Innocence

Innocence short poem

A long time lived in agony thinking, pondering, decimating self being overly critical holding self responsible for ruining lives not wanting to be drawn in to the brawl all over again and it takes just one simple word to melt

Integers

Integers short poem

When you were learning how to kill, somebody was beheading my faith. There was lint in my eyes and the lathyrism of numbers. In raw emotions you took away everything from me I was left with an entire whole. Still

Loss

Loss long poem

You lived your life, now you’ve passed away Cremated with nothing left to decay Grief endlessly lingers more so some days, eternal peace for your soul I do pray. I have had to begin the process of change Our home

Real Estate

Real Estate short poem

I Wonder How Much He Paid For Me? Because He Acts As If I Am His Property. Sometimes I Want To Hit Him Upside The Head With A Plate, Maybe Then He Would Realise That I’m Not Real Estate. He

The Lost Lady

The Lost Lady short poem

You came like a dream, When I had myself all along Wondering all the while To have admired The bloom of my years all alone Then did fate intervene To conjure up a tale Baked in the early morning sun

A Missing Memory

A Missing Memory short poem

Ooh.! Daddy… I’ve never known you, Never ever owned you; And the word ‘Father’, Would always remain to haunt; As an unresolved riddle to me. Like a missing memory in me. Although I grew already, Seeing somebody, so much like

The Wait

The Wait short poem

The Dark nights The Dimming lights The Owls hoots The Sound of boots The Wishes await The Stares at the gate The Chilling breeze The Dangling keys… The Empty chair The Hopes in despair The Lonely dawn The Joys withdrawn

Food Was Left On The Plate

Food Was Left On The Plate short poem

For you I am walking on rocks holding unburnt match sticks, you want me to throw them behind me. To step down in lake for washing sins from the snuffed out skylights. Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

No good without evil

No good without evil short poem

Look at me now stare me in my eyes feel the pain, do you? Feel the loss of being right wings torn and clipped lend me some glue. Let me soar up to the moon let’s party where no one

Cheers

Cheers long poem

Happy happy happy happy new year Welcome to the New year Goodbye to the present year The first Cheers of the new year is dedicated to you my dear The faces looks unfamiliar who is who none do know what

You Thought Wrong

You Thought Wrong short poem

Yes I have questions, and good ones at that. The kind of questions that I feel need answering to. The ones I think about each and every day.The ones I would never say. You thought you understood. When really you

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

Delicate Linings

Delicate Linings short poem

Let’s go somewhere far, Somewhere where I’d hold you tight. Hand in hand. Wherever you’d like. Whether train or plane. An automobile or an boat. Either way will be home in justification. Journeying through each other’s eyes, a different aspect

Grateful

Grateful short poem

I believe that I can be everything. Dreamer, achiever, the leader. Everything. Son of many nations. Every king. All praise to the creator. Every queen. I’m on mission sent here to tell you. Don’t listen to the system that failed

Love Of Life

Love Of Life long poem

Love me, don’t leave me Hold me, don’t free me I will always be there Please don’t use me And never refuse me Never refuse the love that I give For without your love I can no longer live The

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life

Your Beautiful (lethal) Life elegy

Shooting star With a quicksilver mind, You deserve to go so far, Can’t someone stop you Before you ruin your soul, With irreversible harm? Drinking all day, Every single day, Out of your head on booze, Is this the life,

Missed Opportunities

Missed Opportunities short poem

Sometimes in your life, Time will go astray, You can’t save those moments, For another day. Missed opportunities, Times you should have had, But we got the good times, Mixed up with the bad. Sometimes we take the wrong path,

Persistent Dreams

Persistent Dreams long poem

I’m a man of persistent dreams part of my undermind trying to tell me something some archetypal architecture race-memory collective unconsciousness because I know my dreams are not unique down past all the layers conscious subconscious unconscious or translated through

I Weep Again… dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown

I Weep Again... dedicated To The Family Of Michael Brown ballad

Enraged we stand in this broken country still living an old brown paper bag blues. While newsprint vividly tells the story but you might not find it on the midnight news. And I weep again, I weep for all… my

Make A Difference

Make A Difference short poem

So many dreams we have as we grow. As we hear the horns of our life begin to blow. Have we run out of time? Can we do something and shine? We live in a world where everyone rushes through.

To Motherland

To Motherland short poem

I love thou not, o land of high hypocrisy, My country of the totalitarian democracy! I’d rather not hear thy people’s speech Or behold thy men’s disgraceful binge! I love thou not! If thou be a chariot, Old steeds are

Integrity

Integrity short poem

For an ailing love maker ending was optional. Nobody wanted to extend the truth and hear the distant voices. Half-waiting to divide the territory, splinters will unravel the mystery. A food chain slits the tongue, reaching, not reaching. In the

No, No I’m No Ovid!

No, No Im No Ovid! short poem

A useless space between the sentences, ghastly story does not end in black and white. Again the heart cries. I keep on knocking on the doors and then return to blackness. Sometimes people become insects. Cockroaches, ants and spiders, weaving

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson!

A Eulogy To A Grandpa From A Grandson! long poem

Men rise, men die but a few live on in eternity, There are kings, there are mortals and there are those who are immortals but a few are engraved in the silhouettes of history. There was a lion who once

The Apple Tree

The Apple Tree prose poem

Please allow me to introduce myself simply as The Apple Tree supposedly in the Garden of Eden. I do not know why, but for the longest time, it has been assumed that I was in the Garden of Eden. I’ve