The Worst Poem in the World

In a moment of great desperation the world was born.

Never, never, never
Ever, ever, ever,
No matter the weather
Never, ever tell me the truth

I am not equipped for it
Nor would I
Skip, strip or flip-sit for it
Never, not ever, tell me the truth

Tell me those pretty lies
Tell me those wonderful deceits
Keep me mesmerized but
Keep the truth to yourself

I believe in elves and well-formed lies
Don't you dare make me feel bad
Don't you dare make me cry and
Never, ever tell me the truth

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

We all have our own idea of truth and no one likes that to be challenged. I love how your poem says that, while at the same time acknowledges the absurdity of our own positions and that, regardless of whether we admit it or not, we know its absurdity.

[Tam Warink]

I love the way you interpret the fact that we all dance, ever so delicately, upon poles - the orientation belies the truth of the statement. Hmm, what did I just say and why? Never mind. Thanks a bunch for reading, Momz! :)

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. "We all dance, ever so delicately, upon poles; the orientation belies the truth of the statement." Sounds like you've the beginnings of a new poem there…

[Valentine]

Who was desperate enough to create a world like the one we are living in? Valentine

[Tam Warink]

I love rhetorical questions. They as wide as the Sahara and as deep as the Pacific. They keep us guessing, keep the o'le brain cells colliding. Choosing the right words can cause desperation through uncertainty. Valentine, I thank you for reading but you picked one of the crappiest poems I have ever written (and I've written some awful doozies too) so I just ask that, if you're ever around here again please consider the sampler platter of moo shu werbles. They're cute, cuddly and mostly harmless.

[Valentine]

O.K. I just might do that. Kathie

[Diana]

The truth isn't always best. Your poem is a beautiful reminder of that. I'd rather surrender to a poetic escape... Great title, as well.

[Tam Warink]

Surrender... sweet, sweet surrender. The lie of surrender, the inevitable uprising and war. The life that ensues. Thank you Diana, for beauty and wisdom and the attention that is yours.

[Audrey Kanyera]

What a beautiful composition, you prefer beautiful lies to the cold truth. I love the honesty in the poem, sometimes we hear what we want to hear.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you for reading, your thoughts and kind words, Audrey. -Tam

[Meraki]

Yes, shower me with pretty words of deceit so that I may feel wonderful always. That sounds like a life of living in the clouds I'm not sure I would mind hahaha. I greatly enjoyed The Worst Poem in the World :)

[Tam Warink]

The lure of pretty words is not easily forgotten. Just a few more and I'm off the wagon for good. Really. ...oh, really? Nice interpretation, Meraki. ;-)

[h d e rushin]

Mark Twain said of lying (alledged) that sometimes there just no truth to tell. I have this old mirror,
cracked on the edge and concaved just so, that tells me each morning that I am far more attractive
than I really am. It is the most important piece of furniture in my house.

I love this poem...

dana

[Tam Warink]

Ha! Well, someday I might like to see that old mirror of yours, Dana. I think we might just hit it off, if you know what I mean. ;-) Thanks for reading.

[A. Amos]

Great work my friend your spirit shines in each word you wrote...simply amazing

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, AA.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome

[just Penny]

I have been in this place and it really sucks ! The desperate need for self protection to accept an illusion is truly tragic. Beautifully written and deeply insightful too. Penny

[Tam Warink]

Thank you so much, Penny. I very much appreciate your comments. -Tam

[Pryde Foltz]

There is truth in a lie, you just have to know where to look. This poem has its truth on full display. Wonderful penning.

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Pryde. Do you think we are at our most honest when we play to our own insecurities?

[Pryde Foltz]

No … I think then we fall victim to fear. Fear is not us … but it is a demon of sorts … often leading us to guide our behaviour with our baser emotions and instincts, which is part of us but no truer than the finer parts of our nature.

[Tam Warink]

I like your explanation. Let's go with that. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

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