Ugly Poems - Poems about Ugly

There was once a Queen Who sat on her throne Behind closed doors Giving orders, abusing and casting spells The staff rebelled and chucked her in hell Where she remains still spitting poison. ...

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Retaliation-the action of harming someone because they have harmed oneself, revenge~ protectionism invites retaliation—def it is what it is ...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time Stop this ride, we...

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"Cry Ugly" My deepest private searing pain manifests as "Cry Ugly.” Guttural moans race like a runaway train. The wail crescendos and peaks as a Banshee scream. Tears race down my face… my nose leaks... snot and tears merge dripping off my chin reminding me of small intermittent waterfalls… I taste salt. Vain furious attempts to wipe this viscous...

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Place: Honourable mention “Oh, my dear mirror! You show the queerer, The beautiful and the ugly, As they are! Everything on the left Stays on the left; Everything on the right Stays on the right. What you see, you show, Neither less nor more! You’re the best judge, That we all know! Even for the sake of fun Against none, You never show An...

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Doctor’s office The fern in the corner is plastic They couldn’t afford silk? There is nothing refreshing about it There is a candy jar The old guy has been up there six times I know because he brings the wrapper to me I am sitting next to the wastepaper basket That fern is disturbing Anything that ugly should not be shared I would be doing...

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Because, they are jerks and so full of .... no cool one wants to read them...

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Ugly Orange Shutters It’s ½ past midnight when I ease my 1989 white Nissan Sentra into the long driveway of Horseshoe Rd. A decade past its prime but its engine is still strong. I’m late, but no one ever waits up. The lights are off, but the moonlight reflects an abnormal glow off the ugly orange...

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Above is the place I wish to race Above is the face I wish to grace Where  people dreams age And where thunderstorms  rage The wildest  dreams take courage And where you  feel the stars stage Above is the Term That we use when success has arms The word that manifest richness alarm Reminder of bellow and its germ Reminder of the bare...

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I woke up this morning with my hair in knots. Lines on my belly mapping where you had been. Dishes in the sink glared at me as I walked by. The stove harboring remnants of last nights dinner. Laundry remained unfolded in the hall. The washer crying as I added another load. Motherhood is ugly... But today you smiled at me....

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Let me now sing the song of my old age, All I recount now belongs to the past. Since the noticed changes are far too vast, Let this song be sung by a real sage. This face, now so old, ugly, and wrinkled, Once shone with a glow, bright and appealing. Though no longer fine, smooth, and now peeling, This same old...

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Bring us your huddled masses The Ugly Americans said But no minority classes Just privileged white folk instead...

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The Rose of Jericho is a grim plant, The Spider Orchid leafs are a tumbled mess , Looking at this plant where's the charm I confess , The Rose of Jericho’s leafs are dried , gross and not scant. The rat tail cactus is foul to behold, It’s tail like tentacles look like ...

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Ugly cement gray howling city wolves More dangerous than their county cousins Tearing families apart with contracts Filling office workers up with impossible tasks Tearing heads off colleagues during appointments Ugly cement gray howling city wolves Running city blocks to work in tennis shoes Keeping shiny Florsheim in their desk drawers a loaded derringer bouncing in their pocket Incase an indigent asks them for...

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A lonely woman, a chance meeting, Nine months later, a baby girl is born. Holding her close, as this was not planned, Peeking under the blanket, feeling forlorn. A tiny face, reddish, with hair all over her body, The mother embraced her “pretty ugly baby.” She exclaimed out loud, “My baby will be somebody!” There were no doubts, not even a maybe. Another...

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