Best Begrudging Poems
Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
Categories:
begrudging, emotions, health,
Form:
Free verse
Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles
Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
casting illuminous entities into otherwise
darker turf
Blanket tangles limbs and ambition tight
traversing body and shielding one eye
guarding it from the illuminites
I draw higher to seek shelter for both
Life's rumble manifests in murmurs
builds gradual, head clears
Horns, tires, voices-reality appears
The window sings soundtrack for urban noise
the horn annoys-the voices noise-the bird song annoys
noise annoys noise and pisses me off!!!
Mind flips modes from hazy wander lust
To more acute senses... tune and adjust
The morning is a step ahead
we will assimilate soon-just before noon
Rise ...casting off covers takes convincing
face the day begrudging and wincing
See...this Evening's eve was very good to me
I reveled in debauchery-I tore the town down, you see?
I went to the school of bar-red knocks--and rocked
bellied up brasher shot for shot
As the sour mash showed effects
I drunk dialed my entire roladex
Jameson ,my Irish ego, whispered dares to me
I performed them to shocked stares, you See?!
We gloated stumbling in revelry
This is the price for the tab last night....
The noise pounds into my mind
Street noise, chirp annoys, pound in my head noise
noise annoys noise
Categories:
begrudging, funny
Form:
Free verse
The Loner goes on
Imagining friends
He heads for a coffee
With hopes to an end
He looks at the counter
Then raises his head
And wonders why
All his looks are of dead
He picks at his pocket
Not sure what’s inside
Hoping it’s nothing
Wanting outside
He tugs at his money
Begrudging his efforts
He isn’t that hungry
Or thirsty; sequester
He stands tall and proud
Cupping his coins
He can’t wait for long
And sitting is wrong
He finally orders
As he’s given the nod
He’s happy to see it
As friends or facade
He waits
He looks around
Then he relaxes
And feels the ground
Approaching is coffee
Nestled by hand
Why won’t it come faster
He can’t understand
He pays over time
Not wanting an end
He knows he must turn;
a table to ‘fend
He looks for an opening
A table that’s free
Seeing so many
Does not feel like glee
He finally chooses to sit by himself
For sitting with others
Is rude and...
Not stealth
How has he gotten here
He asks himself
Retracing his journey
As small as an elf
He looks for a friend
Then down to his coffee
And sees his mug lifting
His eyes feeling lofty
He knows he must go
And can’t say goodbye
He leaves very slowly
Feeling his sigh
He’s walking straight home
And can’t hear a thing
Even his finger
Goes without a ring
He finally gets home
And loves what he sees
Knows what he has
And feels that he’s free
He thinks of the coffee
And says he’ll go back
But the next time he goes
He’s switching to tea
The Loner goes on
Switching to tea
Coffee's not important
As the quest for friends must be
Categories:
begrudging, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *
Categories:
begrudging, anger, character, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I know six languages,
The one I write in
The one I speak in,
My mother’s words,
My father's verse,
And those of my brothers.
My mother speaks quickly
In baking terms and 80’s slang
She speaks in sewing materials,
Starbucks orders,
And references to Bon Jovi.
My father speaks with nature,
I just happen to hear him.
He converses with trees,
And pebbles worn smooth by time.
His language is filled with bar chords,
Childhood lullabies,
And culinary jargon.
The words he shapes are crafted by knowledge that I won’t admit I see.
Two years younger than me is an entirely different language,
Though one I understand.
Covered feelings form a language
I used to know quite well
Spoken in anger
Or begrudging hope
He lives in a pixelated world
With his eyes glued to a screen
He speaks in accordance to what is thought,
Usually not his thoughts guiding his actions
Strict participant in social norm,
Too much is said about what he hasn’t done and not enough about what he has
The youngest speaks in an entirely
Too innocent language
One I have come to detest
For the unwelcome flashbacks it brings
I don’t speak his language
Doubt I ever will again.
His quick words are full of legos,
Cartoons,
And Kung Fu Panda.
His actions are a reminder of a song I have forgotten.
I speak in limericks,
Dramatic monologues,
And Iambic Pentameter.
My words are full of colors and grasped by few
For they float by much too quickly
Full of mentions of J. K. Rowling
And pop culture. My wonder is stuck
In the impossible,
For I have yet to believe it is so.
I speak in song lyrics and quotes.
My words are full of grudging resilience,
Quick wit,
And sarcasm.
It does not matter what language we speak,
Or what percent Irish we think we are,
We are alike on what matters,
Like our love for literature,
Our patriotism of Gryffindor,
And our intrest in politics.
The languages we speak tie us together,
They are what make us unique.
Categories:
begrudging, children, family, father, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
Born of the light, shadowed by the darkness of time
Theseus knew, not the love of a father nor friend
Seen for the man he should be by an 'ancient' sublime
Bound by the love of a mother, whose love wouldn't bend
Raised with a mothers love in begrudging of times
Always a watchful eye and a helping hand
Scorned by her peoples, outcast, for anothers crime
Lowly in stature, exalted by Gods demands
A friend stood by, shoulder to shoulder
Prepared for to fall, by his side
Unflinching, steadfast, as a boulder
A voice, in the Holy Land
The 'Oracles' eyes are opened by that which she saw
'He' wielding the 'bow of the Gods' by his side Ezekiel
A body encased in a shroud, left her trembling, in awe
His race it is run with the Hellacious hounds at his heels
Bathed in the gaze of her beauty
Wrapped in the veil of her smile
Torn in the Hell of his duty
Daring to walk, the long mile
Trained in the art of war by the God of Gods
Heart beating rapid, but strong through endless odds
Faster and slicker than most, in a lethal dance
Raised for this War of Wars, to quell evils advance
Laid at his feet, like the kill of a rabid dog
Battered and broken, yet, vengeance is all he demands
Blinded by sweat and by pain in the clearing fog
He strikes at the giants weakness... with dying hands
Categories:
begrudging, evil, mythology, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Cribbar
I stand on the precipice,
I drink her eagerly from atop the raw stone.
Her jaws split open in bursts of pure, vicious foam around the feet of civilisation;
I stand caught between worlds, my soles firmly planted in the accountable world of men, While my soul whips and dives in her implausible depths.
Her salty rage spits in the face of the gentle sun, a fine mist of dehydration threatening the lips of those who dare to behold her.
I stand among the bruise budding Squill and blushes of Thrift,
I muse,
I contemplate what place I could have amongst giants.
The march of progress forgets me while I stand, betrays my begrudging loyalty and steams blackly ahead like her inevitable, unenviable swell.
Yet I do envy you mistress;
I long for brine and gelatinous, matted tangles between my toes,
I crave the sharp husks of the shore drawing blood from my feet.
How long must I withdraw from you behind layers of polluted humanity?
When next will I taste your sting as you wash mankind from my body?
When will you reclaim the land? Force the sin of civilisation from your coasts?
Your power unbridled against even the unshakable.
Until then,
I stand,
Until then, there's always next time.
Categories:
begrudging, conflict, earth, growth, nature,
Form:
Free verse
So I'll burst forth like a seismographic telegraph,
Churning forward verbs and nouns,
Begrudging the kind of adult looks you get
From people who are too scared to be honest.
The ones who yearn for the wild,
But are to rooted in the towing of the line.
To them I say: rip yourself out of your chair.
Breathe unknown air.
Lift your soul towards the simmering clouds
And feels how it is to burn yourself through
In cool, slow tempos.
Categories:
begrudging, life,
Form:
Free verse
Chariot of fire
close your eyes and say a prayer
for it's your time to sleep.
Set and take with you
begrudging darkness of the day
trailing behind you.
The hills are calling
give way to a new days dawning
let thy nemesis arise.
Valerie Sherman
Categories:
begrudging, hope,
Form:
Haiku
As Winter Flees Giving Spring A Begrudging Nod
As winter flees giving Spring a begrudging nod
So the farmer waits to turn over life giving sod
Mother Nature, bows to Heavenly hand of God
Summer too, waits to embrace racing feet unshod
Young lads dancing forth with live bait and fishing pole
With promise of joy and food from fav fishing hole.
As life in enchanting mysterious ways
Sallies ever onward into those flowing days
So shall winter return to blanket earth with cold
We should give thanks we came from God's Heavenly mold.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-29-2022
Rhyme
Note: 1
When the light has been gifted and the heart wakes to see its power. Joy enters and falls like a blessed Spring shower.
Note: 2
My first in a while. Ablessing was gifted me this day- and that gift birthed this new creation, God works miracles and sees every fallen sparrow.
Categories:
begrudging, appreciation, art, god, heaven,
Form:
Rhyme
It was time for a vacation, in fact it was overdue.
A three day holiday Fourth of July; we planned a trip for two.
The children were in high school and had things to do with friends.
Sometimes it doesn’t happen though, the best of our intends.
He had reserved a cabin in the mountains by a lake,
And I was like a schoolgirl deciding clothes to take.
We’d been married just two year before starting our family,
After that it seemed there was no time for just my love and me.
He said it was like beginning another brand new life.
The children would be leaving soon and he’d get back his wife.
I had some work at the office I must do before we went.
I told him I’d be home real soon, begrudging the time spent.
It didn’t take me too long to finish everything.
I was just about to close the door. The phone began to ring.
I thought it was a call from him, urging me to hurry.
I could tell him I was finished and there was no need to worry.
But it was his best friend calling, I could hear the sadness there.
We wouldn’t have our nice vacation and it really wasn’t fair.
He and Cliff had been out driving with my husband at the wheel.
He had died right there beside him. My head began to reel.
Through the years I’ve often wondered why God had to take him then.
If we’d had that last vacation, it might have helped me through the pain.
I’d like to take that nice vacation, the one we never had.
That our vacation didn’t happen, is truly very sad.
( No there was no accident. He just died.)
Carol's "It's Time for a Vacation" contest
Categories:
begrudging, deathme, nice, time, children,
Form:
Couplet
confidence
self assured, poised
unassuming, leading, persuasive,
leader, parent, loner, bully
bragging, disparaging, lambasting
begrudging, angry
lack of
Categories:
begrudging, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Diamante
Spring on hiatus
Begrudging everyone’s wish
A long hot summer
Categories:
begrudging, nature, spring,
Form:
Haiku
Eyes open slowly,
dawn light seeping in through cracks -
begrudging morning
Categories:
begrudging, life, nature
Form:
Haiku
here at gadgados we keep loosing them employees
the other day me was so frustrated threatened a quit
the MD heard of it i was summoned to the big office
whats the problem.. don't complain about your duties
do it this way do it that way accomplish it this way finito..
the MD didn't mince his words and i begged for a better pay
i begrudging backlog and overload and appreciation
him assuring we need you.. i never quit so i took a leave
am back to the hassle and tassle as i look for daily bread
of providence and work and great redemptive power
the power and ability to pay my bills thou an artist..
it inst easy living by art in this beloved nation of art
i am not a quitter but i nearly quit and weeks later
am handed a letter its a promotion and better pay
dated the same day i had wanted to resign from duty
lewis nyaga
Categories:
begrudging, work,
Form: