Best Belittlement Poems
It was another boring day within those walls
From the book he read and of experiences he taught
The baskets, the chants, the announcements took it most
Disappointed the stones had to know.
Late on that sunny late morning searching where to reap,
A voice captured a sense weary to find something to grip.
Come let me tell you a secret; why sacred
Haven't boxes been advertised
To attest the extent of the belittlement.
Hope is a bargain faith is to sustain
Be on your heels and make it quick to maintain.
Race, yes, race must there be a horn?
On that sideline reality brings no mourn.
Why then pull it by its horns closing the door to truth,
Hiding in the light to mischief, what is there to prove?
Screams, shouts, fear feed this insatiable hunger
Behold! suddenly, the streams run backward.
Isn't it insanity to listen to an insane who,
Supposedly is to speak absurd?
Diane Perna
BURNT TEARS
I remember a tormented childhood with
Dad’s words laced with poison and Mom
tossed acid on my tears by saying no words
to stop it and even joined it.
I remember that even though I was a small
and frail child that didn’t stop them
these parents left me to thrash about life
with their painful insults.
I remember because my spirit was crushed
I wore an unmistakable frown
the wounds of my heart were inimitable too
as was the damage to my character.
I remember Mom laughing when I swallowed Clorox
and should’ve warned it wasn’t apple cider
what I was left with was swallowing burnt tears
and always wondered if anyone could tell.
I remember my sorrowfulness like
hot molten metal running over me but
I kept it locked up and bound because
I only found judgment that silenced me.
I remember pressing on through to another year,
month, week, day and minute with the blare in my
head of the brutal belittlement so evermore
I carry the memory of those burnt tears.
Deficient air I breathe in my lungs
In this world now I live, daddy's are careless
The children feeling helpless
Mother's have to play two characters
All I can see is the tears
That flow down their cheeks
Why am I disrespected by the one's who I look up to
I stick with my boys, because I never understood
Why girls constantly hate each other
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
I'm constantly going through it
misjudgment and jealousy constantly bothering me
I'm just a youthful girl at cold war
Trying to fit in is so called being cool
Its just another word for being someone else fool
If they smoke, dislikes him or her
Then that person does the same
Now its all eyes on me so I have to go along too
Since I look at life at a different angle
I chose to go my own way
If my clothes ain't tight then he isn't going to like me
Being nice it's just a bad finish in the end
I guess I come last, some still say I'm just stuck in my past
As much as my pulverized heart been through
I learned to put off love as it corker, belittlement, and depressed me for years
I'm just a youthful girl in cold war
I'm constantly going through it
misjudgment and jealousy constantly bothering me
I'm just a youthful girl at cold war
A little befuddled bride could be heard crying on the hillside.
She huddled near a very brittle tree.
Muddling over the belittlement of her groom to be.
She ruddled her hair with anger.
Her piddling wasn’t solving anything.
She straddled her mare and took off in a gallop.
Twiddling her way down the hillside.
The gallop slowed to a trot.
As the mare entered the country road.
She veered the mare from a puddle of mud.
Trotting to the stables with her head hung high.
Why should I show shame when I am not the blame.
It is the groom who dishonored me not my fame.
That’s my blast from the past.
He’s my blast into the future.
When I become his little befuddled bride.
WHAT YOU DOING ON THAT BARSTOOL FOOL?
Is that what it takes for you to feel brave?
And why can’t you simply behave?
Don’t you realize it’s transience you crave?
And why do you secret youthful beauty within a cave?
Upon a time once did a wolf sleep with a lamb
Him with lethal teeth and her with a cute little curtsey and curls
That wolf who slept beside her didn’t give a damn
And never cared about the feelings for any of his young girls
silken sheets were where his advantage was taken
For the little lamb would obey his every demand
But by belittlement and a bastard was that lamb forsaken
And the bridge between fangs and curls could never be spanned
Oh but were the lamb to have been on Venus and the wolf upon Mars
Two different planets for two different hearts
The wolf’s teeth turned crimson while the lamb had her scars
As, from that little lamb the wolf purloined her prettiest parts
There was no running away for a lamb held captive in a cave
And fear doesn’t always lead a lamb far away from Mars
The universe isn’t sizable enough to hide what that wolf would crave
And today the memory of my being that wolf keeps me in shooting galleries and seedy bars
© 2011.….Poefree
Rest now…
To idle from natures’ merciless dispossession
Lifeless muscles slump
Still now,
Though exhausted from the blow
Perhaps you are the same;
Now we are one.
Breathless, windless, airless,
Silence after the slaughter
I did something wrong;
Beguiled from belittlement.
Yes, I am mortal now…
Aftermath of the hurricane.
The beginning of the end,
Heart beats.
ERRANTLY ERRANT
There once be a pair
They met in a park
In the darkness of despair
And suddenly a spark
But an errant flame this would turn out to be
Alas, a lady’s lad and a lovely lass to see
‘twas on a night two wouldst come to agree
Each wouldst agree to walk on hot rocks and shattered glass
Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal
Leaving their blood as a trail leading them nowhere
And oh the innocence and illicit they agreed to bear
Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear
Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp
Two minds beset by a weakened shoulder and a "should or shouldn’t they?"
And there midst a misty eve so damnably damp
Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its paltry pay
And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of
by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred
No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love
But rather both died of dope is the story I heard
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
ERRANTLY ERRANT
There once be a pair
They met in a park
In the darkness of despair
And suddenly a spark
But an errant flame this would be
Alas, a lady’s lad and a lovely lass
‘twas on a night two wouldst agree
Each to decree and agree to walk on hot rocks and glass
Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal
Leaving their blood as a trail leading to nowhere
And oh the innocence illicit illustrations stole
Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear
Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp
Yet minds beset by a "should or shouldn’t they?"
And there midst a misty eve so damp
Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its pay
And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of
by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred
No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love
But rather both died of dope is the story I heard
© 2011.….poefree
ERRANTLY ERRANT
There once be a pair
They met in a park
In the darkness of despair
And suddenly a spark
But an errant flame this would be
Alas, a lady’s lad and a lovely lass
‘twas on a night two wouldst agree
Each to decree and agree to walk on hot rocks and glass
Oh the sharpened shale of depth be its goal
Leaving their blood as a trail leading to nowhere
And oh the innocence illicit illustrations stole
Yet neither made naked their better judgment nor fear
Each pair of eyes focused on a flickering lamp
Yet minds beset by a "should or shouldn’t they?"
And there midst a misty eve so damp
Was a nighttime which would earnestly earn its pay
And so they rose to stroll somewhere both knew little of
by blindness and bastardized belittlement the two were spurred
No, this kinship was not based on everlasting love
But rather both died of dope is the story I heard
© 2011.….poefree
A sickness corrupts my heart
My lips burn from the sickness
My fingertips feel frozen
And everything I eat is tasteless
This sickness eats my confidence
And erodes my self-esteem
Every waking hour is torment
Born from mental toxicity
A sickness erodes my will to live
I just live from day to day
Feeling like the poison
Has killed my sense of purpose
This sickness is my own thoughts
Corrupted from years of belittlement
And the the slow but burning realization
That I just don't care anymore
Stop, drop and roll on my heart, again,
it's not the end...!!
One more time, it's ok, I'll still feel fine
( It took a lot of tears and time to feel fine !! )
You've exhausted all means to chop and cut,
the knife was dull...!!
And mangle my truth, happiness up and left,
hate was it's threat...!!
What you didn't expect was the lack of respect,
or no respect...!!
Ignited obsessions for revenge, your life depending
on heart staying hinged,
just a little...!!
Belittlement borne blazing self esteem and confidence,
not less...!!
Knife slicing words not hurled unless others were around,
BIG MISTAKE...!!
Created a monster with such rage and wrath,
a monster *****... !!
A wise one would avoid it's treacherous path,
don't slip...in your ****...!!
Survival mode to the enth degree
you created this melee..!!
A womans' scorn ignited when deceived
by a man...
Better watch out, this was NOT MY HEARTS' PLAN !!!!!!!!
"Yes... !" "Kill them with the virtues of kindness my father always used to say... !""
"Arrogance is the belittlement - empty lie; the stinking Meat Pie left unheated and alone in the practical wisdom of the Stove." "The sometimes deadly and ambitious quest for an easier day runaway out of control street car broken down mind trap flimsy cardboard shelter of the ages - opportunistic; like the Seagulls singing sailing along riding away between the very weight of bullets in lieu of the sting - raving against the raging Winds.""
"Grief does not lay down upon one no but everyone an ever perfect, bed of roses; thorn.. !" - "Blessing them each equally all their blood sweat and tears their brokenness of spirit amended..." -
"Propitious Faith is fond having heard the echoes yes the Little Many Giddy... Joyous Children - frolicking away mid the quiet laughter playing together in the fields grown up among the weeds of division..." -"Illustrious - "God Gracious relishes in this.""
"Shadows cast their jest... ?"
"Merciful Tears they lay down surrendered themselves on the other side of the light...." -
"The lovely, lowly gentle color Grey several varied pail shades crisper is the deeper distinction - the Grace that shines reminds and as they dance mid this area - Love open illuminates them in their delight.""
The Sun carries the Earth and Moon - and would it be whatever land; even if you would consider - America... - "Hope upholds Each in Their Name - all through the offering simpler passing of Time, Space..." - "In view of that wonderful home on the hill awaiting all of us... "" -
"In That Even greater Land that lies Beyond...."
"The Eyes of a Child remain Innocent forever young chasing the Grasshoppers communing Openly with the Garden Snake laying down with the Deer Bunny hopping with the Cottontail, or Jackrabbits perusing the Caves kissing the humble Mantis as she prays..." - "Though too; She carry the heart black as a-Widow as she mates..."" -
"Forgiveness I believe being the greater focus of her faith... !" -
"Joy being the lavender fields in which their offspring play... !"
Love taketh my heart and soul
it recaptured my trust
never again shall I stand sole
for your love, is lust
I learned not to love
Thy heart cast melancholy melodies inside
Thy love is love that is only loved by the man above
For love isn't a vied
My heart seems to haste
yet I suffered
Unquestionably your love can be replaced
When love comes to push and shove, I defer
As lies come across my ears
As much as my pulverized heart been through
I learned to put off love as it corker, belittlement, and depressed me for years
Thy heart day by day grew
Our Love
Sometimes i wonder about the wonders of the world,
If our love was a breeze,it would be the kind acknowledged from Heaven,
If our love was a song,we the best nation can't compete,
If our love was a butterfly, ever specie must envy its beauty,
If our love was a piece of art,the world's best architect won't be able to sketch,
If our love was a diary,it would be bigger and more fun than Jenifa's diary,
If our love was a hurricane, it will definitely be Hurricane Maria,
If our love was a mafia,it would be known all over the globe,
If our love was rain,it will rain ice every day,
If our love was a person,it would be no one but me,
If our love was temperature, it would be a mixture of cold and hot,
If our love was a disease,it would be the uncurable Love syndrome,
If our love was me,i will always choose you,
If only my words can describe our love,then Oxford dictionary will seek my advice,
But our love isn't any of these,
Our love is an undescribed feeling,
Our love is filled up wit adventures, trust,honesty,integrity, mention them all,
I am always speechless when i think of u,
I seriously can't describe u to anyone because the words i use will be ashamed of the belittlement.
This is our love,
Nothing but a blossom of happiness filled with acceptance and trust,with one destination to reach its peak of glory.
Much love.
I once knew a little girl coming of age. She often put her trust in people, places and things. She met liars, cheaters, users, abusers frequently in her mind, soul
her self esteem broke, her kindness taken for weakness she was labeled a fool,
crazy, stupid because she cared too much. ungrateful individuals seemed
to be captured by her presence. places she treaded searching for an escape
only to face mental abuse on repeat that turnt to broken trust, disappointments,
and physical abuse that turnt to brokeness. weariness seeking to regain her
Self-control, spiraling out of control, continously lied on, her name scandalized. She's wearing these labels for game? and often the topic for belittlement, She
was ridicule . This little broken, despite that she is overcoming, striving to stay
on track for this little girl is blooming into a woman that holds love in her broken
spirit to dim her light yet stillness and tranquility remains in her heart.