Berate Poems | Examples

A Soggy Story

There once was a little boy,
Whose imagination would not rest --
Cursed or blessed?~ was difficult to say.

Some journeys were only fantastic-play:
Sliding down waves, shaking tentacles
With friendly octopi – but there were those, also
Instructive, like the flying fish, who could not fly --

Sort of on the surface, would just lie~ and cry. Try as
He often did; not one scale would elevate...even
Garnered Gale’s windy' berate. Proud of her churning,
Dislodging force – with that little fish, like whipping an
Expired fish-horse. 

Then a trumpet, from an angel on high:

Opened in the sky, a bright, sunny eye. No sense to
Tear, little brother – one added drip to an ocean, cannot
Not change a dip, for more of the same slop – one more salty drop will 
not lift aloft a repetitious, soggy flop. Realize, from the top, a new world to see –
Now, will yourself some real wings...as did the crab his legs, and go for eternity!

Unrequited Love

You anchor your rancor, a cancerous canker,
Not just any mole
Your hatred you hide it, you split and divide it,
It's soured your soul

The women, you bait them, you date and berate them,
You're no kind of man
You're just out for the kill and you spill out your swill,
Like nobody can

Their hearts beating faster, they race towards disaster,
Watch out for that curve
The dark he is seeking, it weakens their beacons,
But strengthens his nerve

They know they're in trouble, his efforts now double,
Not just a bad dream
Unable to match him, they kick and they scratch him,
And let out a scream

He's vain, so he's flattered, they're raped and they're battered
And left there to bleed
In his warped little brain, all their terror and pain,
Will then fill his need

Through hell and high waters, must teach all our daughters,
To stand up and fight
It's horrific but true, it could happen to you,
And happen tonight

Sticks And Stones

Hate me slate me or berate me
call me names it's all the same I don't care
to my mind it's no more than
hogwash simply put just hot air
the proclivities of others
I don't judge
and their predilections
I won't begrudge
I live and let live
as I too do have mine
but tresspass on my territory
there's where I draw the line
tho' non-violent
step on my toes
and believe you will receive
a black eye or bloody nose

Unknown Poet

I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys 
My pen is poised

To trickle out
Some tale about 
A butterfly
Or sunset sky

As sweet as jam
With rhythm slam
Dunk in your tea 
My soliloquy 

I'm a poet
Happy to show it
So on your bike
As I drop the mic

You may have guessed
If you passed the test 
As you peruse 
This lyrical muse

That no comp will claim
This shot at fame
My Shakespearean blooper
Hardly 'poetry super'

When the quill is dry
Or my muse is shy
Or the peripatetic 
Pen pleads "pathetic"

I turn in shame
When love's words are lame
Yet in hopeful reason
This may be the season 

Of drought, no doubt
It may be a good shout
Though my lack I berate
Truth is; seasons rotate

To conclude, I am hopeful
I can re-shape the doleful 
Convert all this stressin'
I'm a poet.
                   (no messin')

Life is like Reality TV

Hyperbole hubris

Venal penal

Avarice abyss

Bucolic tonic?

Ironic…sardonic

Or

Vitriolic bliss mate!

Mendacious salacious

Algorithm schism

Audacious outrageous

Vicarious or nefarious

Whatever geography

Clever hagiography

Moderate.. no berate

Generate..venerate hate

Casting various sordid spells

Schadenfreude morbid void

Everlasting..well..it sells well (swell)

But

Despotism urges Nepotism

Surges of Plutocracy

Merges with scourges of Kleptocracy

Purges meritocracy...dirges of Democracy

So

Resist narcissists trysts

Reminisces.. enlighten..persists

Sagacious benevolent gracious times

Redolent without malicious vicious

Murky mucky malevolent mists

We Together

We together can change the way
our moral tendencies do stray.
Yet we build walls round our estate
and over parapets berate
the way that others go to pray.

Nation on nation joins the fray
some indignation to repay.
What harmony we could create;
we together.

Sweet dreams the children have who play
oblivious that they one day
will fight a war of unjust hate
their fathers wish to propagate.
It is a fate we could allay
we together.

I hung a noose to the stars

Of then,
Smoke of a squandered summer morn
The barrel of a summer afternoon 
And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve
Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watch and berate
Wilting wonders to wound a heart the size of a horse
Hoarse to mourn the drowning drought of the mellow monnow
To drown the blessed sapphires of summer fever
With fevor and bloodied weather 
And sleep on a velvet throw 
Turn these demons and paralysis upon the stars
And stitch and tie and tighten 
And wear aware of the consequence 
And ensnare the stars aware of the darkness 
Pay the fare to the ferry
And pretend not to hear the merry walks and dreary ends of life
Pretend not to tighten without the enticement of and ending life
Pretend not to sleep
Away and away and away
Further than the astral splurges of this
Life
Sleep with the intent of death
So death may bless the creaseless crown of my forehead 
And sleep with his singular kiss forevermore 

2//5//2025

Silent Love

There is a love that does not speak
But gazes silently on the lover’s forehead peak
It rests in the knowledge that there is rest
In fewer words that remain caged in the breast
	
In its silence you will feel a calm
So soothing like cologne or a cooling balm
But to others it might seem to frustrate
The boredom leading one to berate

So my dear friend make your choice
A silent one or a garrulous voice
Whatever it be don’t break the vow
Till life is over accept with a gentle bow.

The Curcumstances

Is Calvinism the cousin of Providence
And Mystery the brother of Fate
Does Liberty relate to Religion
And do Laws protect or berate
Can Unity support Division
Or Loves opposite other than Hate
Can Truth be hidden from leaders
and multiply the problems we face
Can Time be suspended
By the simple act of Faith
Can Salvation find the Needy
Before it is too late

Bugging Out

Bugging Out

Alone, watching the logs burn—

sizzling, like my heart after your words.

Betrayal hangs, breath lingering and swaying.


My eyes crackle with the fire and the brokenness.


Where does your emphasis come from—

to berate, humiliate,

to call me lower than a bug,

invisible as the squashing.

Sloth-like, I move toward the shower,

turning the water on with practiced grace,

trying to drown out those uncomfortables.

You, callous in mimicry,

throw confetti insults at my face, my head, my body—

but I duck like a child playing tag.

You can’t catch me.

I hide behind an insult.

And then, with sadness, I watch you gather—

bow and arrow in hand,

no concern in your eyes

as you casually aim,

and release

the last piece of me.

My Country Use to Be

I used to sing, "My country tis of thee..."
Now, a 'Once upon a time' use to be
My allegiance was pledged
But to Trump never fledged
'Not my president,' with those, I agree
  
Where life was once so simple, no fires fanned
There were no worries for a future planned
Now it's gone to the dogs
Those power hungry hogs
Are in need of the nation's reprimand

Other countries have problems of their own
But I don't chew on them like a dog bone
So why excoriate
Berate and objurgate?
As Americans, WE have the right to groan

Outrage

There’s no decorum or respect
Within the White House walls
And cameras let us witness
Some behavior that appalls.

Invite a foreign dignitary
Then berate, insult, accuse –
That’s the playbook for a bully
Desperate to be in the news.

Why would any other country,
After seeing that display,
Send a leader, knowing he or she’d
Be treated in that way?

Every day brings more examples
Of outrageousness and shock
Which, at one time, simply seemed like
Acts of bluster we would mock.

But the stakes have gotten higher
And if all the guardrails fail,
Someday writing such a poem just might
Have me end up in jail.

The Sledgehammer - in Trumps own words

Folks ask why
I chose Elon as my guy,
Smart and tough
Knows how to fight even when rough,
Let him loose
To put woke projects in the noose,
Cause a stir
For progressives to deter,
Stop the rot
That placed us all in this garotte.
Act with haste
Take a sledgehammer to the waste,
Clean up house
Never mind who first we douse,
Set the scene
For what will come not what has been,
Make us great
Stem the voices that insidiously berate,
Make us strong
Choose what's right and not what's clearly wrong,
Pull as one
Don't cheat and steal then simply run,
Trust in him
For the fate of all excesses will be grim,
Trust in me
See how great united we can be.

Beetle's Kitchen Drama

sat a caterpillar
crossed legged
crosses like a line of kisses
on a stool in beetle’s kitchen
sat a cat upon a pillow
purring snore
against the door
bathed in sunlight fidgeting
beetle cooks a finely crop
stolen then by cheeky frog
they berate and cry at him
aghast at greed’s a’happening

Wounded

Asleep on the bed
your new arms and legs
placed neatly on the chair by your side.
I see your eyes moving rapidly
testifying to the horrors
that are still alive in your head.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?

I had to find you.
Search the hospitals
and berate the secrecy
that masquerades as comradeship.
That thing that soldiers do.
Why did they hide you from me?
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?

Or, is it that you were hiding?
Your wish not to be found?
Did you think I would not keep
the promises we made each other?
I have you now; you are found
and loved as ever you were.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?

I cannot imagine your pain
but it shows clearly on your face
I see the anguish; you had plans;
dreams of children yet to be.
What they took from you
does not make you less than a man.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?

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