#wasted poems on Hello Poetry

The Silent Catastrophe Nov 2015

All I hear is talk around me
The words hum in my ears
I can't understand the idle dribble
Of the wasted human race
I plead guilty to frivolities too
For I am no different
But I'll act different from the rest; internally
Just to feel a bit happier

Arrogance

#happy #guilty #wasted #idle

Ava Bean Oct 2015

Waste of Energy

If only you knew
How many of both my loving and aching poems
Were written because of you.

#time #unknown #you #waste #energy #hurting #wasted

Amy H Oct 2015

dad gum you're done

Gone,
like the flavor from bubble gum
after I've swallowed the last
juicy, sweet, bubble gummy bit
some time back.
Flat,
after too many pops,
rolling and chewing and dying,
resisting my mouth
with no bit willing to stretch.
Tired,
the ache in my soul
like jaws did all the work,
folding and pushing and missing
that you're no longer fun.
Spit,
on warm ground
to find a shoe and grip,
unwelcome, scraped aside,
I've already got the good parts out.

Old gum when you realize you're chewing just to go through motions.

#break #hurt #gone #tired #done #bored #wasted

Poetic T Oct 2015

Trapped In The Wreckage Of My Life

I am trapped in the wreckage of my life,
Mangled thoughts ensnare me,
I haemorrhage in depression.

I drove through life not caring of the turns,
But when one is not observant,
Losing focus was always going to happen.

I was entangled in the ruins of what had become
Crippled in reflection of what was,
I was the catalyst of what I had become.

#life #tragic #reflection #looking #wasted

Brent Kincaid Oct 2015

NOBLE TRADITION

It’s New Year’s Eve!
Let’s get knee-walking plastered.
Don’t eat anything today,
It gets to your bloodstream faster.

It’s Saint Patty’s Day!
Let’s get ******* on green beer.
I’m Irish, so I am entitled, you see
And I won’t be again until next year.

It’s my birthday!
Let’s get plowed out of our minds.
Let’s drink everything in sight
And ***** every ***** we can find.

It’s Saturday night now!
Let’s do a bunch of beer bongs!
Anything that’s okay with my gang
It’s all good. It can’t be wrong.

It’s Fourth of July today!
Let’s have a picnic so we can drink.
But not fancy cocktails for me.
I don’t care for throwing up pink.

It’s Labor Day today!
Let’s do a chugalug contest today.
We’ll laugh at nothing at all
And drink the whole day away.

It’s a sporting event tailgate party!
Let’s get drunk together in a parking lot
And act like the teenagers we think
That we are when we really are not.

It’s Happy Hour! Hooray!
Let’s eat buffalo wings and imbibe
And hope the cop that stops us
Is okay with drunks or accepts a bribe.

It’s a bachelor party right now!
You don’t want to offend the host. Drink!
Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow
Well, it will be more sober than you think.

#poetry #drunk #alcohol #****** #wasted #plastered #brent #kincaid #*******

Shawn Sep 2015

A Wasted Heart

Right food forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull of his electric eyes
Like a magnetic force
Drawing me in, attracting me,
Influencing my strings, convincing me
I am still the puppeteer.

My hand slips away from the grasp of my rules
It has become busy
Tangled within bows and gift wrappings

First, my tongue.
It parts my lips, drools at the gleam of the sharp blade,
Then, communication falls.
Second, my ripe cherry of purity.
Naked. Peeled. Devoured.
Finally, the puppeteer demands
Take a sledge hammer to the wall.
Reveal the heart once and for all.
Tear it out. Gift wrap it.

Into the emptiness I plummet
Down into the bowel, through the stomach
****** awake by the sinking feeling
Empty room, all truth revealing

Right foot forward, left follows
Forth by the gravitational pull
left by his hollows
Body trapped in in the lingerings of his magnetic field
His electric gaze the portal
Storing the Love Comedy wielded in Horror

Tear out your heart. Gift wrap it.
Place it into his arms
Watch him drop it.

Mouth gaping. No tongue to speak.
Just eyes watching, from above to the side
Out of body out of my mind

I am the puppeteer who tore out my heart
Gift wrapped it with bows
Hypnotically placed it in his arms of doubt

He dropped it.
Severing me from the gravitational pull
Awakening me from my trance to witness
My heart there
Pulsating
Against the cold. Concrete. Floor.

#love #gravity #doubt #heart #trance #concrete #high #gift #wasted #puppet

Brent Kincaid Sep 2015

ALL SMOKED UP

Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody here seen him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

Put another song on, guys
I am sick of the Grateful Dead.
I’m thinking it’s all the same song
Running right through my head.
Freakin’ Truckin’ making me crazy.
I like the song but jeez, guys
There must be another one
You can find one if you try.

Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

It seems like a few hours ago
Just hours of Hotel California;
The Eagles singing loud, us too.
Dancing, nearly getting a hernia.
And didn’t someone say something
About some tacos and some guac?
If I don’t get something to eat soon
I’m going to get up and try to walk.

Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

#poetry #*** #**** #wasted #****** #brent #kincaid #canabis #sativa

NvrMnd Sep 2015

Oras

..
*Nasayang na Oras
Ako'y nakaposas
'Di makawala
sa mga bagay
na nawala.

#time #wasted