I have always said that life is grand,
But do not believe my lies, I want off this land
I walk through life with a smile on my face,
But please know that I do so only to hide my disgrace
My days are filled with happy smiles,
When, oh when will I be free from these trials
A perfect life is what I seek,
When people meet me, they say, "You reek!"
We live in a world of light and colour,
But to me each day it grows duller
For those around me, I say don't worry,
I can only hope that life is over in a hurry
All in all, a blessed day awaits us,
It will be over soon, so that's a plus
So I say to you, have a wonderful day!
Oh let this life of mine be over soon, let me pray!
Alternate version:
I have always said that life is grand,
But truthfully life is neither grand nor fun
I walk through it by dancing on the sand
It burns us all, a flame born from the sun
My days are filled with happy smiles
Fake smiles for fake people, don't you think?
They gather new friends from miles and miles
Fake people always let their real faces show, just don't blink
A perfect life is what I seek
That is to say, short and quick
I am many things but never meek
If only because all of you make me sick
We live in a world of light and colour
A lie told, to hold the fear at bay
Every single day it grows brighter, not duller
Let the darkness come then, so I say
For those around me I say don't worry
We are all of us doomed, why fret?
We aren't going anywhere in a hurry
Although on that fact I will gladly bet
All in all, a blessed day awaits us
Blessed in that it must have an end
Why stress at all, why the fuss?
I mean, we are all wrapped around the bend
So with all that out of the way
I hope you are now as miserable as I
I hope you have a wonderful day!
Or not, if you can no longer bear the lie
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Greatest
I am the most of the most
Listen here, and hear my boast
I am the master of the roast
Lord from coast to coast
When I die, I will leave no ghost
For I am a legend and dying is gross
Everything I make is sweet, even toast
Am I humble… Not even close
For any party, I am always the host
Of me, you will always need a daily dose
You see, I am worth a hundred million grosz
And now, I will end this poem with a ploce
Always remember, I am the most of the most
Everything I do is awesome, including this post
Technical Aspect: Every rhyming word rhymes with the word “most”.
Explanation: Greatest is one of poems that I really enjoyed writing. Additionally, it is one of the few poems that has a rhyming style evocative of a song (when I say it, I always do so thinking of it as a rap song). I chose the word “most” as it, ironically, is the word with the most rhymes in the English language. This is where the title comes from, as it is the greatest of all the rhyming words.
And for those of you who don’t know:
Grosz – Polish currency
Ploce - A figure of speech in which a word is separated or repeated by way of emphasis
Hey, the more you know, right?
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Nothing Rhymes With Orange
Why is no one’s favourite colour orange?
I mean, it’s mine, and I was raised near Blorenge!
But no, everyone instead prefers purple!
Well I say that they have the same taste as a curple!
You know, I once decided to make a film
But now it sits on my desk, gathering pilm
Perhaps if I had tried a career in music?
But they simply said that I was ageusic!
Sure, I might not have any rhythm,
But I sound a lot better than a load of smitham
Everything I do ends in chaos
It’s enough to make me seek a naos
And now to bring this rhyme to a circle
Everyone who likes purple should just hurkle!
Technical Aspect: Every rhyming word is one generally considered to have no rhyme (e.g. orange, purple).
Explanation: Originally titled “Least”, this Technical Poem was to form a couple with Greatest and was set to tell of the humbling of the arrogant man (The most of the most). However, while writing the poem, it evolved beyond its origin and became a separate entity.
I chose to use some of the words that are generally considered to have no rhyme as a means of educating my readers that they did in fact have rhyming partners, and also as a creative exercise to use words that I wouldn’t ordinarily use.
And for those of you who don’t know:
Blorenge – a hill in Wales
Curple – the hindquarters of a horse
Pilm – dust
Ageusic – having no sense of taste (fun fact, I have Anosmia, meaning I have no sense of smell)
Smitham – small lumps of ore
Naos – the inner sanctum of a temple
Hurkle – to draw in the parts of the body (to cower)
The more you know, the more you think you know!
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Fade
I have no hopes, no dreams
I feel as though I am ripping at the seams
Day after day,
I continue to fade away
What is the meaning of life?
Is it filled with nothing but strife?
Why must I persist?
Will I even be missed?
I can't fight it any longer
I am growing weaker, not stronger
I had dreams, once upon a time
But they are gone, lost in another rhyme
I have lost myself, all is the same
Do I even have a name?
My only salvation lies with the blade
Now, truly, it is time for me to fade
Technical Aspect: The first line of the poem is written in size 16 font. It then decreases by 1 font size with every line until it reaches size 1 font (please note: some devices might upscale the font to a larger size, distorting this poem).
Explanation: Fade is one of my most visually striking poems, and with its unusual structure entwining very nicely with its depressing subject matter, it is also one of my favourites.
As the words themselves fade from view, so too does the life of the person who has given up on everything. Only by taking an interest and making an effort to learn more about the person (in this case, by zooming in on the last few lines) is their fate revealed. To me, this was poignant as it highlighted how some people can suffer in silence and fade away without anyone ever noticing. Only by taking the time to talk to them are we able to understand their pain and hopefully help them through their depression.
Let me make one thing clear: I am happy. I am happy with my job, my future prospects and my relationships. Fade, in all its depressing glory, is a testament to the creative mind and the ability to write about a subject that I have no personal experience with.
Below I have included the original version with every line set to size 12 font for easier reading.