Berates Poems | Examples

Vintage Vine

Seven and one, open gates!
Zero, cancel wild!
He who suffers, first berates!
Listen, auld to child!

Errors of the prophets?
By necessity, none.
Perfect record, get the fits?
Oracle, scion, pun?

Ergo, O my time and space!
As above, below!
Meteor, dark fire, displace.
Broken, O my bow...

Dread, thy bed. Bend back, bring. Born.
Death, thy sacred sand.
Dagger, axe, hell, heaven, horn.
Doom within all, planned...

Falcon, fix sight fast on fate.
Coals of wrong to burn.
Sight of silver haze, my krait?
Venom, how you churn.

Furious the strait? Hate? Why?
Out and holding on?
River, bluegill, is a-sly!
Sea-bass, take the pawn!

Tallest mountain, reply? Well...
Think on that awhile.
Hope, accrue? Cast well thy spell:
Quill, seek. Gentle, guile.

Vine, grow o'er. Hinterland, seethe.
Break on cliff, vast wave.
He who bereaved last did breathe.
Others, foot in grave.

monotony

she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of his drained stature
for when all you've lived is a life of monotony 
you start wishing suddenly for a lobotomy.

Chaos Paves the Way

The One who seeks the end of man
has cunningly devised a plan
to rob him of his Maker’s gifts
through inner and outer conflicts.

Through evil men, He works His scheme
to deprive man of self-esteem
by urging freedom without restraints
and living life without constraints.

The chaos that His scheme creates
Leads nations into dire straits.
Then men arise, who crave power,
as saviors from the dark hour.

Dictators rise when chaos reigns
because it titillates their brains.
And when they get to hold the reins
society is held in chains.

Beware of those who chaos sow
inciting hate and preaching woe.
Such only care for their own gain
And cause real pain, when’eer they reign.    

An Enemy lurks in the dark
its aims are clear, its methods stark.
Democracy its doctrine hates,
freedom of conscience it berates.

Behind the scenes its agents sow,
The seeds that to chaos grow.
He who once ruled will rule again
and it will be a tyrant’s reign.

America, return to God
or you will settle for a fraud
If you wish to become great,
Embrace God’s law, heed His dictates.

Freedom's Love of Freeks

Freedom's Love Of Freeks
?
Before it came, free spirits roamed,
A freek that religion harshly berates,
But freedom's heart embraces and elates,
Unfettered soul, where boundless courage blooms.

In dogmas' chains, they find no solace true,
Yet, in liberation's arms, they dance,
A rebel spirit, brimming with defiance,
Their dreams take flight in skies of azure hue.

To question, doubt, and seek their own path,
To challenge norms, unshackled and unbound,
In love with life's vast symphony, profound,
They find the strength to weather every wrath.

Oh, the freek that faith's zealots despise,
Beloved by freedom's ardor, they rise.

Tightrope

Tightrope

There's tension
As the crowd below
Looks up aghast
Before the show

A gentle breeze
Like fingers strum
On string of fate
A vibrant hum

At last, the feet 
Of mortal man
Berates the gods
Like no-one can

A step, a wave
The journey starts
So high, so far
While mouths hold hearts

And hands clutch eyes
Who dares to speak?
While children squeal
Through fingers peek

So high above
What does he feel
Immune to fear
Or hurts to heal?

We sometimes risk
More than it's worth
On tricky path
Above the earth

And danger calls
Us like a drug
To medicate 
The loveless shrug

We fix our eyes
On what we know
While gasping friends
Recoil below

As risk allures
We rest on grace
To see us through 
To love's embrace

Yes, hearts can change
When life's a test.
Enlarged. In hopeful
Outcomes rest

So, of our man?
He made it through
To loud applause 
For feet so true

The greatest challenge
We yet may find..
To walk the tightrope
Of the mind


Jinjagoliath
16th May 2023

America, America, Land of My Birth

America! America! Land of my birth
I sing to you with utmost pride in my heart
Many treasures we still must unearth
I am so saddened when we are apart.

CHORUS 
How I love to sing of America, America,
My home, the country of my birth,
How I love to sing of America, America,
There’s no other place like her on earth.

The sweetest sounds in my repertoire:
America! America! Land of my birth,
Strumming along on an acoustic guitar
None surpasses her grandeur or worth.

I’d rather be here than any place on earth
Where I feel free to venture and succeed
America! America! Land of my birth,
When someone berates you, I still bleed.

I understand why immigrants come here
Seeking asylum or to find a reason for mirth,
For there’s no other place in this hemisphere
[Like] America! America! Land of my birth! 

Written November 6, 2022

Grounded Even 2

We can't all be the same
Diplomacy fails us
Hunt us down
Cage us
Berate us endlessly;
It cannot be, It cannot be, it cannot be!
Impose, demand, declare
Where are the ultimatums?

You are the chain that binds
The world that judges
The everyone that rejects

We can't be completely free from you,
Is that why you shake us?
We we will always need you, 
Is that why you reek havoc?
We know even when you are no longer giving us anything, you will always be relevant;
Is that why you terrorise us?

You are not even on the ground,
Yet you are already thinking for us
Do you actually listen?
Are you actually trying to understand?
You want to protect
You want to shield
In doing so you limit

You guide
You aren't supposed to be doing the walking
You show us 
You aren't supposed to be the show
Let us bear it on our own
The cross we deliberately bare
 Respect, respect, respect
Is supposed to go both ways

More Than 50 But Whos Counting

Where the black berates the whites
and barricades are crossed
that colour without
when rain gathers for release
like a slightly grubby fleece
that squelchy grey that matters
the outsider that pines for other hues
the memory it confused
Shadow contorts its form
intense in its opinion
bland has joined the band
The future aint bright
its lazing in the shades

Frankenstein's Tea Party

Frankenstein held a tea party, but I did not go,
I am not one for large crowds and fol-de-rol
I sent a note saying I was sick with COVID and all,
I never go out when there is this much snow.

Since I am not really known as a social butterfly,
It is likely that I will never get another invite,
For Frankenstein will surely think I was impolite
And he most definitely won’t give me another try.

It is all right, you see, since I find Frank boorish
One should never serve plastic and paper plates
Frankenstein also has a habit, you see, he berates,
And those who take tea have been known to vanish.

TWELFTH PLACE WINNER
Written August 4, 2021
submitted to "Frankenstein's Tea Party 2021" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Joe Maverick

Exhausted

Exhausted
I once loved a man so much, that I yearned for his touch.
His complex issues, were so confusing.
Bruising our emotions. 
Where we once joyfully danced to, Pachelbel Canon In D.
The pain he carried from the past I did not know; as he was not aware of mine.

Laughing by the beach.
Playing baby Einstein for our little ones.
In the blink of an eye it all came undone. 
Like a broken hearted song. 

I tried to understand, he pushed me away.
Causing a couple of greys.
He is now quite revengeful, this man I once knew.
His love grew to hate, in a voice that berates.

If only time could have put our love on pause so we could mature as a team.
Then I could build a defense from his high self esteem.
That only demeans.
Yet fails to redeem.

This generational pain, and abuse beat me down.
Now I wear a permanent frown.
Exhausted from your put downs.

Bird Table Fable

Whenever I’m able I raid the bird table
I snap up some mealworms and go
The nearby house owner a bad tempered moaner
Berates me because I’m a crow

That snotty Rob Robin just sits there bob bobbing 
And snaffles as much as he can
He’d better stop soon he’s the size of the moon
But this doesn't bother the man

Those flashy goldfinches are only five inches
But make a cacophonous sound
Like lambs to the slaughter they come down for water 
But I’ve called the sparrow-hawk round

But hey what’s point of a crow having brains 
If not to get ill gotten gains 
Raiding that fella’s bird table is fun
Caw blimey... he’s got a big gun!



24 May 2021
Contest: Personification poem 150
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger

Inner Self

Just a man alone in thought

The darkness overtakes me.

Content with the solace it hath brought

The silence, it awakes me.

Tired & weary in physical state

My soul calls out & mind berates.

Average mind of mad proportions

Why must you create such distortion?

Heart, trembling with wonder

Desire to feel torn asunder.

Find myself, rejuvenated, new day brings new life.

Different time, same old soul, anew created, retaining all its strife.

I mean not to sound cold or disconnected, habits of old formed once more by lessons unreflected.

Eyes that see time aloft, mysteries revealed.

All upon a mad man gone sane who must keep his secrets sealed.



~ 2018

Tyranny of Temper

It was the first time in years the four of them had been all together.
“Hey, do ya’ll know the riddle of the sphinx?” “This should be our family version.”
“What pouts in the morning, laughs at noon, and cries in the evening?”
“That’s an easy one, our mother.” “Or how about this one, what praises you in
the morning, berates you in the afternoon, and beats the living hell out of you
in the evening?” “That’s right our father.” 
“Let it go ya’ll, they’re both dead.” 
“I disagree, they live on in us.” “We’ve all been tainted by their ways.”
“Hell let’s look at the score.” ”We have two failed marriages and me too afraid to try.” “Three rehab trips and if we’re honest more needed.” “One child in the
Juvenile system and two others are strung out addicts.”
“What a crock of !!” shouts the oldest.
In unison the other three, “Okay dad.”
They stand together in sort of a group hug and pass around a knowing glance
Each of them aware of the battle to overcome being raised
In a home dominated by the tyranny of temper 
And decorated with the malevolence of mood.

Lord, I Need Your Help

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m alone and I’m afraid
I’ve made some mistakes
And the pain in my heart berates

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m lost among unhappy thoughts
I’ve been left in a place of hurt
Where I don’t know how to behold

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m going through some storms
The rain keeps pounding down on me
And the thunder blasts my serenity

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m feeling uncertain in so many ways
Did I make the right choices and decisions?
Was I wrong to love someone so unconditionally?

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m giving my heart to your hands
Please take it and accept it in your warmth
With another attempt at being who You would have

Lord, I need your help tonight
I’m reaching out for your sincere compassion
The assurance that I always will have You
Despite my worst ways of self deception

Lord, I need your help tonight
With all the grief and sorrow I’ve known
I want to give my best to You Lord
And never let You go without my heart

Lord, I need your help tonight
Where I’m going is still not known
I’m honestly praying “Thy Will be done”
Even though I may not want the answers!!

Bullies

What kind of sadistic delirium dwells in an 
obtuse parent whose child emulates their 
behavior in showing it is okay to bully other 
children whose only egregious fault is shyness? 

Bullied and tormented and teased to tears, 
emotional scars that will last for years in 
self flagellating inferiority and a sense of 
worthlessness a delicate child withholds. 

Indigent children may be bullied to the point 
of contemplating suicide. Or worse yet become 
a bully themselves. To consecrate such actions 
of their child, who so berates another, makes the 
parent even more responsible than their child. 

Principals who mediate are in a quandary of 
showing impartiality yet fairness, awakening 
every sense to protect the bullied child. 
Insightful teachers are becoming more aware 
as they try to teach these bullies to have respect. 
I've seen that child who cries, but fears to tell. 

8-29-19 

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