Best Condescend Poems
Jan doesn't write iambic pentameter
So please don't condescend and mock her
We have different styles
I bring laughter and smiles
Please remember Jan is just an amateur!
30th April 2015
Categories:
condescend, humorous, poetry,
Form:
Limerick
4/30/18
The prequel
Of good vs. evil
Did they ever consider each other equal?
One side peaceful
The other deceitful
In the beginning
Neither side was really winning
As the globe continued spinning
Brimming
With things that were living
Meanwhile one was only taking and one was giving
Back to the Earth while grinning
While existing
One was focused on fixing
And enriching
All the while being uplifting
The other one was drifting
And always tricking
So a bad reputation began sticking
Endless blood spilling
From all the senseless killing
Sad that they found it thrilling
Next came the middle
Each side continuing to chisel
Away at the other little by little
Even though it never was all that simple
One remaining civil
The other trying to swindle
And cripple
But the opposing side wouldn't let it all dwindle
There had to be an end
Did no good to pretend
One a true friend
The other only there to condescend
One wants you to ascend
The other wants to see you descend
One would send
You flowers and a letter that was penned
The other wants you dead
And to never see you again
There's something to be said
For those that bit the hand that fed
One saw many opportunities ahead
The other was always seeing red
Finally here comes the sequel
For the people
Still to this day good and evil
Co-exist as they have for many a siecle
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
condescend, dark, perspective, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Once, a wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde* appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
And the wise man, not enlightened and not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, burst out crying and ran off.
A lesson: Don't come into the woods, if you’re scared of merde.
Once, a wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- No, I'll eat you! – the wise man, enlightened but not an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and ate it.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil but the evil tastes kind of weird.
Once, a wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
- I don’t care, - the wise man, not enlightened but an I-Don’t-Care-Man, said and kicked the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde out of the path.
A lesson: The good defeated the evil again but where does that stink come from?
Once, a wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, came through the woods, thinking of the meaning of life. Suddenly, a Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde appeared on the path.
- I'll eat you, wise man! – It said.
The wise man, enlightened and an I-Don’t-Care-Man, continued on his way in silence.
And the Very-Scary-Black-Forest-Merde burst out crying, ran off the woods and ever-never came back because merde loves talking to wise men.
A lesson: Thinking of the meaning of life, don’t condescend to talk to merde.
* Herein, the French word “merde” is used for censorship reasons.
Translation from Russian of a well-known parable by an anonymous author, which concerns the principles of on-line discussion. Hoping, soupers like it)
Categories:
condescend, internet,
Form:
Narrative
Will you allow me?
Could you fathom how?
Would you even listen?
The sound-of—
Of my voice—
Only one;
Only one voice...
It's as if you have no choice.. .
Choice...
You don't have any other choice...
You were sent here...
You're world senter.
Your-the-center of your whole You-World.
That's the fact, is that—
That—
That it's true...
Yes.
Yes it..?
Yes, it, tis the truth!
Too you—
You—
You're the only one.
The one and only. .
One.
You're the only one who matters!
Your opinion
Is simply
Important. ..
But you don't..
You don't even, get a clue...
I loved you.
You love me not...
I loved you
You love you people a lot!
You think that.
You think tht-that....
Really you think that-that was just?
Did it make you feel better?
About..?
About..?
I would be presumptuous to assume.
My intuition is usually right.
Ritualistic reality of it all, you weren't even prude at all.
You controlled me...; I
I-You did it on purpose...; me
I figured out.
I figured it out.
You actually,
Truly, You
100%, You
You actually believe you(or)...
Your worst off scenario.
Recently i re-named you.
I should've already had named you.
Princess... I
Princess Peach.
That describes you... Well...
I still care..
Well is how I want you to fare..
Well here's help..
HELLO!
HELLO!
I am worth the time of day
I'm worried you are going the wrong way
I didn't even like you
But for some reason I had to stay...
You were sent here to save my life
And to make it living hell
But I am happy that you are here.
I would like to thank, you...
I always mean my word'
Are
Intentional...
I do not condescend without disclaim.
Listen to my words,
Not the sound of my voice.
Please;
I'm begging you,
But you...
You don't even have a choice.
4-7-15
Ironic Zinc
Categories:
condescend, fantasy, fear, for her,
Form:
Narrative
Years of silence I can't recall
Tears I pant on the scrawled wall
Clothes worn in an open cell
Souls torn, drowning in smitten well
Costumes worn by zombies
Moving as mannequins, not gnomes
Legumes not grown as beans or chickpeas
Roving pass skull watchers of spumes
My heart beating slow, recurring
My voice bleating low, murmuring...
Your soothing eyes I can't forget
Looking into my eyes of regret
Your hands you stretch I can't reach
To cleanse my body and bleach
Creeds of lore I can comprehend, not detest
Breeds and condescend at my weakest
Your soft hair I wanted to smell and comb
Your touch I can sense, I goad that aplomb
I will always remember you as always
On this avenue you watch over me sideways
Each day I walk barefooted without wellington
Your footprints you leave on Kensington...
Categories:
condescend, addiction, depression, emotions, environment,
Form:
Verse
Alpha and Omega, in the beginning was the word
Made spirit, made flesh, instinct, emotion, passion,
Apotheosis of all human experience!
For primeval man and woman, one breath,
One idiom, one allegory, and human nature
Materializes in the vile, venomous vociferations
Of the cold, calculating, crawling creature!
The word, truth or prevarication,lofty
Incandescent flash of lush, limpid light,
Kaleidoscopic, bewitching, enlightening,
Dazzles the mind and warms the heart
With the enthralling glimpse of Paradise lost!
Hail, the Sermon on the Mount!
Hail, the Ten Commandments!
But, floating on lips of eloquent monsters,
Fickle, protean, tower of Babel, it rises
On wings of hate, acrimony, resentment,
Injustice, painful uncertainties, war, death.
False prophets, cunning conspirators appear,
Waving the Apocalyptic glaive of the Millennium.
Malevolent, messianic manipulators of the mind,
Vicious, vitriolic, vehement vessels of vengeance,
Dance in the dark, dismal dungeon of moral decay,
Spiritual distress, dismay, depression and decadence!
In fine, the natural Word, majestic, divine,
Serene, eternal, sacred, one and indivisible,
From the sweet, silken sound of silence,
Soars, triumphant, joyous and meek,
Harbinger of peace, harmony, justice, liberty,
And true life to all who condescend to lend an ear!
Categories:
condescend, celebration,
Form:
Verse
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end
Categories:
condescend, inspiration, mental illness, military,
Form:
Free verse
You may feel “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me
Forget about your masculinity
Celebrate with me my femininity
Remind me of who I am
Woman!
The softer side of you that God instilled
The side that brings out that tender smile
The side that holds me with passion
The side that kisses my tears away
The side that gives me your shoulder to cry on
You may feel, “Satin Sheets Slide”
You may think it’s a woman’s thing
But please condescend to my way of thinking
Come with me
Into the realm of the satin-sheet-feel
Erecting monumental memories of me
Come slip with me, come slide with me
Categories:
condescend, may, me, passion,
Form:
Free verse
You think that you so big and tough,
I’ll show you what it means to get rough;
Dishing out your stupid words,
But it only makes you sound absurd;
Thinking your so big and bad;
Your life must be something sad,
All you do is talk, talk, talk,
But I know that you can’t walk the walk;
Ridiculous you sound to me,
And trust me everyone agrees;
You get up on that high horse,
But I just let nature take it’s course;
One day soon you’re gonna fall,
Or get smashed into a brick wall;
I’m find myself waiting for that day,
To end your outrageously false display;
I salivate at that very thought,
Your brains must be filled with rot;
No intelligent life to be found,
Your just as retarded as you sound;
Don’t worry you never were my friend,
And I fully mean to condescend;
I revel now in your distress,
Who am I talking about, just guess!
~Don't worry it's not about anyone on the Soup -
he can barely string words together, I'm not sure if
he can even write~
~For P.D.'s Slam Contest~
Categories:
condescend, angst, introspection, on writing
Form:
Free verse
From down the road the beggar ran
To catch up with the wealthy man
Because the coin he knew he’d give
Would help the lowly beggar live.
And the man was hard but the beggar had a plan.
The hungry beggar knew about
The man’s disdain for any lazy lout
So he’d perform his feats of magic
That would be beautiful and tragic
Then well earned payment would be his without a doubt.
He told the man not to interfere,
As he drew a gold coin from his ear.
The man demanded it be returned
The beggar felt it had been earned
Let me keep it and I will gladly disappear.
If you would deprive me of my wage,
You will ignite my righteous rage,
And then you’ll learn the price you’ll pay,
Will change around our lives today
Then each of us will write the other’s page.
But the man would hear none of that,
He grabbed the coin from where it sat,
And in a blink there came a switch,
Then he was poor and the beggar rich
And he was thin but the beggar had grown fat.
Let this be a lesson my friend,
To no man seek to condescend,
Wealth is found in generosity,
Your worth was what you gave to me,
Now amongst your own kind you are forced to fend.
This story the beggar always told,
As he begged coins that the rich would hold,
When he told it right they’d pay him more
But mostly they would just ignore,
As he searched for a man who held a coin of gold.
Categories:
condescend, funnyme,
Form:
Rhyme
In the darkness of anger and jealousy;
Stumbling over petty discrepancy.
Walking on the edge of discontent;
Ideology to the extreme extent.
Friend to none and foe to most;
Enemy to their own heart's host.
Drowning in sorrow for self inflicted shames;
No responsibility accepted, only senseless blame.
The spurred male pride or a rejection;
And the object of his desire becomes his subjection.
The failing vanity of a woman scorned;
With an mistrusting vow she is reborn.
The adult child who was abandoned too young;
Who grew up to resent everyone.
The teen who was bullied into submission;
Finally succumbs to a world of addiction.
The one who was betrayed by a friend;
Becomes the next to condescend.
Feelings hurt by someone who believed;
Promises never again to wear their heart on their sleeve.
And so it begins with a minor infraction;
Spins out of control with compaction.
Circles of life, broken in pieces;
This becomes the human species.
But all hope is not completely withstanding;
If met with compassion and sincere understanding.
Loving the lost so that healing can begin;
For as long as there is life, there is spirit within.
I pray for those who have lost their way;
May Creator be their light and mainstay.
Where hurt injured their life's very course;
May love become the healing source.
Categories:
condescend, anger, humanity, hurt, lost,
Form:
Classicism
Bowser and Mittens, Pooh, Fluffy and I
sat with the Queen for her afternoon tea.
Minding our manners, all silent and shy -
each of us awestruck by Her Majesty.
We all were rescues, she loved us in spite,
though we were commoners, she took us in;
loved us and fed us each morning and night,
asked how our day was and where we had been.
Sought our advice on all matters of state -
whether she ought to play hopscotch or jacks,
make paper dolls, or perhaps roller skate -
always she'd come back to us to relax.
She was the Queen, but did not condescend,
took time to play with us under her tree.
Though it's been years now that she's been our friend,
we all remember our first "Royal Tea"
Written 3 Nov 2021
Categories:
condescend, childhood, friend, friendship, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
She wanders clothed only by the sun,
The passing of seasons keeps her fair and young,
"An unholy beast of the wilds" the ignorant condescend,
But their words fall like the snow of winter,
Just wait till spring for her to rise again,
Deemed by her mother as the long-lost child,
For she abandoned her worldly chains and returned to the wilds,
When Iron Hunters invade to pillage and plunder,
She shows them the world which they've torn asunder,
For the Iron Colossus demands constant tribute,
Parading monuments made of our mother's bones,
Like a common prostitute,
Why create a false god and trade the earth for gold,
When soaring treetops and thunderous waterfalls will always be our home,
Show me how gardens grow from your footprints,
Guide my eyes to the kingdoms in the clouds,
Prepare my body for the river's icy shock,
Plunge me into the depths of the forest,
Replace my gemstone crown with ivory horns,
My harsh braying voice with a jubilant canter,
She has shown me that being a king means nothing,
When all we need is our mother queen,
No longer will I desire to shape the earth,
Let her shape me.
Categories:
condescend, allegory, future, humanity, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
I place a great deal of importance on morality
and never will I perceive it as a mere triviality
It is a fine quality I seek when choosing a friend
A virtuous trait, one should never condescend
Those relishing debauchery, I consider unsavory
Surrendering their honor will surely lead to slavery
A bondage that breaks the ethical code of respect
Their sense of morality is in a state of gross neglect
January 4th, 2021
Mark Koplin's Morality Contest
Categories:
condescend, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
She says bow down before me and I will be your friend,
She will talk to me only if she can condescend.
With no hesitation she will try to put me in my place,
This is not a friend… or someone with any grace.
Categories:
condescend, friend, relationship, social,
Form:
Rhyme