Best Depreciating Poems
DESERVE
Deserve- that in which we use to critique our life's ways
a way to hold back our existence
to project a negative
and cease the positive intake
Deserve - the breath we don't take
as life is critical and cruel
A risk we avoid
A praise we reject
A life unlived by definition of the term
Deserve - the animosity within that deprives us of beauty
a vast cavernous region of self loathing
unfathomable entities that we must surpass to succeed
striving for more - better
Deserve - enraptures a lustful desire to withdraw and hide
shades of veils, impenetrable walls of denial
vulnerabilities and nakedness
the exposure of truth - internalised
we hide - we die
Deserve - you deserve all that you have
you deserve the power from recognition
and you deserve forgiveness
forgiveness of self, of others; which cannot be attained
but self as best it can
Deserve - Deserve - Deserve
Angered by such a dismissal I am
so wondrous in 'sup-prose'
you ...
your inner musings,
your lexical landscape
your shy confidence
self depreciating
You DESERVE more
Deserve - embrace, reclaim, rejoice
recognise the wealth my versifying friend
the promise in the scroll of a pen
the battle within let it bleed across the page
and cleanse with deliberate introspection
stand tall...
for my friend - you DESERVE it all
Categories:
depreciating, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
The Lying Tongue
sang a song
The Flattering Tongue
played along
The Know It All Tongue
intended the composition
The Meddling Tongue
held it's position
The Harsh Tongue
kept quiet for once
The Tactless Tongue
reluctantly obliged
The Rude Tongue
got annoyed
The Loquatious Tongue
was soon overjoyed
The Discouraging Tongue
hummed on
The Self-Depreciating Tongue
became withdrawn
The Argumentative Tongue
thought it all wrong
The Boasting Tongue
thought it right on
The Hasty Tongue
felt it was contrite
The Discouraging Tongue
and all this singing
The Indiscreet Tongue's
awkward whistling
The Complaining Tongue's
plodding drone
The Cursing Tongue
let out a no-no moan
The Judgemental Tongue
liked that a lot
The Self-Absorbed Tongue
rolled it's eyes
The Retaliating Tongue
held out a hat
The Intimadating Tongue
offered a prize
The Cynical Tongue
just laughed
The Accusing Tongue
choreographed
The Gossiping Tongue
signed autographs
The Doughting Tongue
crooned the refrain
The Accusing tongue
blasted the blame
The Hasty Tongue
fanned the flames
So the Belittling Tongue
dismissed the party
The Devisive Tongue
composed the ending
And the Silent Tongue
looked on.
* All tongues borrowed from
Categories:
depreciating, 10th grade, anti bullying,
Form:
Free verse
Not in tea leaves, in shoelaces tie existence--their harsh and meshing material
bound, tethered, undone with a gentle pull.
The bunny ears
and clumsy fingers bouncing along the faux-marble
hallways: the future politicians and CEO's and poets
wiping caked mucus on the white-washed brick foundations--
babbling babbling babbling babbling.
A blood-stone bed surge of tidal maturation,
soon to be lost in the variant eddies of life;
the finger-painted puzzle-box open and unsolvable.
Their parents, for they are honorable, as
picket-fences are honorable, as
tracksuits are honorable, as
Zoloft is honorable, sit ajar
on school streets of vibrant myriad cars quietly dilapidating
behind Armor-All dashes. Old ladies waving dutifully
at lifeless lawn ornaments like lifeless lawn ornaments soon themselves in front of homes because
the youth only want something old when it's time to marry,
Googling what the heart feels for the occasion.
Smokestack color windows of depreciating souls searching drunken
down the glossy oak
bar through bent light of whiskey glasses and broken values
they blame on Nietzsche and the price of condoms,
finding a sad reflection seated at this world's dampened end to spread
like ashen snow
again and again and again on sweat-stained futons,
after the lurch toward the water, sloppy with kisses
and lace.
Church bells sound off one and two
O! clock tower
marching Heaven to Hell but got lost in Devil's Lake. They do not hear
the beaten shopping cart radio wobbling like a tripodal Dog,
telling us Jesus stayed inside because White is translucent in the rain.
But,
the wander-footed waywards, leaden eyed, tranced in droning hums of small town streetlights--
or red red copper hangers
or lucid jaundice confessions
or gangrenous light-slivered closets--
break half-empty
beer bottles on familial-faced slogans plastered to an under-bellied bridge and sway
like ebbing wind on the unsure-step shore banks, drooping wasp legs
over the ever-rising precipice
to vein-rush Hellgrammite powder
with their one remaining shoelace
and leave their shoes behind.
Categories:
depreciating, home, old, lost, lost,
Form:
Free verse
BREAK THE WALL
The wall of differences that tore us apart,
Keeps standing in words of sightless and visionless minds.
As thick as the wall of our differences; resist the voice of colours.
roofs are leaking;
The wall of greed that invented our differences;
When broken, new wall of patriotism, will spiral- bound nations.
The walls of ancient values are falling and depreciating.
The wall between the rich and the poor gradually closing its gap,
As the roof leaked reports.
Break the walls, break the inequalities of colors on the walls,
All colors on the wall, spin story on eyes.
Break the wall of currency and build lasting wall of economy;
Break the wall of titles and retain honor.
Break the wall of rich and the poor; then, the economy will spin round quickly.
Erecting the wall of victimization; civilization stands no value.
Hands and voices are waiting to break the wall of ethnic divisions;
Wall of religion differences that spiral out tension and blood;
That makes our salubrious world horror of horrors.
Who dare to break the wall?
Either they that erected it or those that will never forget the pains.
The hands of the incarcerated and those who bore scars of marginalization are relentlessness.
The wall must be broken; either in peace or in blood.
Written by:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel Brown
Categories:
depreciating, change,
Form:
Light Verse
Clueless as to who I am now.
And to my changing actions.
My sleep seems to not be as sleep should be, I am often reminded of
things I did while sleeping that I had not even the slightest clue I did.
Trying to relax my mind and calm but not at all for still seems to happen.
now I have become someone I don't even know myself,
And I don't think it's ok or even the slightest bit good, slowly loosing
control over my emotions and jealousy creeps in. Little by little and I'm
having a hard time dealing with it.
In truth If decided to seek out else or find a happy that won't hurt I
would never give the wrong because I'm to be blame, love , joy,
happiness , trust, comfort etc. that's the real facts of relationship but it
seems as if I have been lacking in all and affecting the one who I love, ,
And now I do see that problem is spelled-DWAYNE MORGAN-
And hurt follows in reverse
And and the facts of a good life for her is blocked by the bold caps letters
and a head so thick that can't even pic up on a signal even if it drops on
my head.
I now see that Instead of an asset I have become a liability to her ,
depreciating as time goes by and soon il probably be the decimal point
before all the zeros( no place value)..
Categories:
depreciating, absence, abuse, appreciation, break
Form:
ABC
Dark Thoughts....
Dark thoughts
energy lost
where did I GO?
Inside my mind mental war
I'm the only one taking score
These feelings hard to ignore
Why can't I be the person I was before?
Overthinking my crime
Need my mind to unwind
A balance I need to find
I have no concept of time
They may see the real me
Find out my depressive history
Unmask who I am realize
How much I self criticize
Would they be kind & empathize
What I see with my own eyes
I am just plain very ordinary
This mask is very necessary
Happiness always temporary
Sabatoge myself W my own commentary
Nothing new that's customary
Is this the fate I was assigned?
That I will somehow always undermind
My own inner thoughts so unkind
Can everyone else see
The self doubt that lives inside
Self depreciating my minds guide
I want to be all that they think I am
I think I'm a decent Mother, Sister, & Girlfriend
How do I get these feelings to end
I prefer being real don't want to pretend
Was easier to cope when I had my best friend
For me she would relentlessly defend
Someday this mental prison has to end
Its comforting for someone like me
I release my inner feelings in ink
Otherwise even more free time to
think think think
Categories:
depreciating, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Those of us
who have had guilty pleasures
of owning valuable real property,
like a car
and rental property
and office equipment
Office buildings,
solar inverters,
and nuclear holocaust delivery systems
but not privately owned MBA degrees
or merely intellectual property
or more intimately owned emotional properties,
Those of us
who know the mixed blessings
of owning organic and technocratic fragments
of climate pathologized,
yet still breathing, planet Earth,
especially if taxable property,
have heard about depreciation of values
over their natural/mechanical life/utility
health/power time.
We might recall
depreciation of property value
decelerates more gradually as time marches forward,
barring any unfortunate head-on accidents,
flying and melting and fragmenting damage,
accelerating astronomical crises
eliminating long-term realistic health-wealth values.
Depreciated suddenly to total loss of asset value,
now a global junk-dealer liability.
Anyway,
just as depreciation decelerates over time,
appreciation accelerates empowering resilience
with time's enduring health/wealth cooperative life-experience,
Organic systems accelerate
robust cooperative integrity
over a deep learning nutritious multiculturing life-time
of Win/Win climax learning
deeply curving synergetic ego/eco-relationships,
Growing in good-humored co-investment priorities
for story telling and listening
to resonant fulfillment co-opportunities
Rather than continuing historic depreciated taking
and Win/Lose epic slow-losing ego/economic depressions,
Anti-systemic pathologies,
realistic predictions of global chaos.
Retributive injustice depreciations
slowly fade toward entropic disorganization,
just the suffering and loss opposite
of exponentially appreciative Win/Win compassion
Explicitly conscious
of living interdependently between and within
autonomously natural depreciative law
and appreciative open-systemic/spiritual
yang/yin multicultural
left/right psychological
self/other empowering
appreciative
spiraling
deep listening and wide learning order
re-mixing depreciating curses
into old-aged exponentially appreciating blessings
of co-opportune climaxing climates.
Categories:
depreciating, earth day, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
i.
They're watching us,
waiting for us to betray ourselves
and show them
where our hollowness lies
so that they might offer us
something to fill
or cure it.
ii.
They stalk us from every angle,
leaping from folds
of our hungry imaginations
like fire orphans seeking combustible fosters
they burn through our temples
learning to play with our subconscious,
exploit our most secret desires
and our most oppressive fears.
iii.
Their covetous tongues
lick the flavor from our faiths,
the color from our flags,
the conviction from our aspirations
so they might sell us convenient imitations.
iv.
Their Gods orbit the Earth,
channeling pop-scriptures
into the sanctuary of our homes
and we prostrate before the pseudo-saints,
the media-ordained angels
that baptize us with shame
and flaunt an ideological perfection
an illusion we can only aspire to.
v.
They exploit our differences
and our human need to belong
so we will quest after a seat
in one of their pigeonholes
where they pass a chalice
filled with their holiest secrets
and most unholy sacraments.
vi.
I’ll not mouth self-depreciating confessions
so that I might be a better slave
to the desperate rituals
that ration what's left of my ego
and my morality
and I will not feed an impotent faith
in bottled miracles
and counterfeit personalities.
viii.
I will not be convinced
to kneel before their alters of shame,
disgraced by my conscience,
embarrassed by my happiness and sadness,
humiliated by my fears,
or reproached for the placement
of my empathy and apathy.
I’ll not ignorantly become a witless disciple,
a marionette reacting to the tactics
of the psychological warfare
that breeds dollars in the pockets
of perceptive predators.
Categories:
depreciating, imagination
Form:
Free verse
I breath for living
Intoxication is certain
In hard world
Where humans has turned so evil
With hearts full of selfishness
And greed
In a world where care keep
Getting lesser and lesser
Human values never stop
Depreciating
No wonder our economy
Devalues by day
The young keep fighting alone
The old keep on dying in pains
In a world we claim to be civilised
I just wonder who is fooling who
Despite the good things of life
Vanity is more obvious in the world
And yet more sad that we are yet
To understand what is life
So instead to work and die in vain
I breathe for living
I breath for living
I can't kill the life in me for nothing
So I chose peace
I chose love
I chose care
I chose to live
I chose life
I refuse confusions despite
It hard to avoid
I deserve to feel the universe
With freedom
I need no dictatorship
Life is free
And this is not a lie
So instead to work and die in vain
I follow my heart
I dwell with my spirit
I think through my mind
Cos I see the times with it marks
I see the symbol and the signs of the time
I can't be intoxicated in this time
I can't be drowning instead to stand
Cos certainly in a hard world
Intoxication is never difficult to be seen
And definitely Africa is not exceptional
So if you wonder how I survived
In a hard world Is obvious
I breath for living
Categories:
depreciating, africa, courage, freedom, humanity,
Form:
Epic
Appreciate my Love
I see and saw
As the love came depreciating
When apple of thought fade in steps
And i saw,mostly see i------Amour
While walking towards my path,
A hopeful love with a distinct gesture;
moving my inside to the place i've never
Being,and of the very place.
Yes!it can't be possible for the love to
Fade;
Even my love,my very hopeful Love;
For the determination of the ball is reached
When the net shakes for all to
see,
Appreciate my Love,and be my Very
Pleasure.
18/04/2004(7:55pm)
Categories:
depreciating, lovelove,
Form:
Let It Be HP
On another poetry site
the winding road
took me for a ride
from the top of the mountain
to the bottom,
at least in my eyes.
Along the way my confidence
inflated.
It grew,
especially with increasing
reader views.
This was good,
seeing myself growing into a tall oak.
This was the spark I needed.
And recently it deflated.
This popped my balloon.
This little piece of rubber
shriveling up in my mind.
"Poof."
It hurts.
It hurts
to pass this story along
of always being an acorn.
What I see over there
is that the new car
smell wore off
quickly, my value
depreciating even
quicker.
At first, my ride
was on uncharted territory,
this the terrain I coveted.
I yearned for attention.
Reader views were like
sky towers to me,
initially, some dozen
poems put out 500 watts
with one at a 1000+ watts.
The whites of my teeth
were shining, the shining spotlight
on my stage for once.
My eyes looking up.
My mind even musing about
parting with the pup-tent views,
here.
It was short lived success...
to say the least...
dozens of poems left in effigy,
sub 100's, the last one flickering
on and off at 15 prayers.
It was a crying shame.
Yet
it was electrifying at first at HP,
my charges stimulated,
then seemingly overnight
my poems were sequestered.
His new car smell waned.
Where did the lights go?
I do ponder
maybe it was me that sank,
probably so,
and not the readership
... as my mind picks
up the pieces, saying
to
Let it be.
Let it be.
connie pachecho
8/9/17
Inspired to write this poem after reading entries
to the "Let It Be" poetry contest.
Categories:
depreciating, introspection, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Considering me a talented, aspiring shill
My muse loaned me a feathery quill
Brokering her wisdom, leasing her skill
With embroidered frills each barb with beauty did distill
Lithographer's vision, a graceful dividend to reveal
Depreciating vane my artistic license to bill
Hollow shaft gilded so her availing light can the vacuum fill
Inky reservoir with inspiration did instill
A deep well with literary devices did rill
Ideas streaming from strained cavity to the mind's tip with zeal
Burnished hues, sharp tones aesthetic notions to congeal
A precision valve appended vagaries to swill
An automated inkblot defibrillating patterns to spill
Categories:
depreciating, art, devotion, me,
Form:
Rhyme
When they keep roaming about
Know something is coming aloud
They will share a plate with thee for now
All for something that you can't see around
Once they gets hold of it, boom! they land
Much disbursement on franchise
Lot of buy buy to appease
Too much bank drafts in the street
But they accumulates back to the teeth
All for proper usage overseas
After ascending the throne,
They grew bones with horns
They become rulers with thorns
Control seats from home
Rotates the post with nepotism
Lot of godfathers settlement
Too many lavishing and merriment
Life overseas for enjoyment
Offspring no where at the moment
But are groomed for the movement
Empty treasury they complaint
Precursor have grind the nation
They have flown with the lot
But budgets is appreciating
Allowance never depreciating
Empowerment still rolling in
Little wonder if it's a journey of mandates
Why they find it difficult to locate the gate
If they can not really appreciate
Because the nation is not their mate
Whether stepping down would lead to hates
Since the masses have no right to the cake.
Categories:
depreciating, 7th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Free verse
I guess I have these momentary choices,
some days privileged with more
and some more challenged
by un-privileged less experience
with ego/eco-centric bilateral choice,
Do I want to know and love myself more
for how I am different and special
unique and maybe a bit brightly privileged
right now?
Or am I more self-appreciative
for not depreciating
how we are most resiliently the same
rather than mere interdependent flaring fragments
replacing original hopes for win/win synergy
with ultimate fears against win/lose sameness,
remembering both/and unity
with more gravitas than either/or uniformity
Of whole ecosystemic Earth
co-arising win/win
revolutionary radical cooperative choice
to resist those future moments
more One RabidNest felt
through dim ego shadows
of self-perpetuating
yet never chosen loneliness.
Categories:
depreciating, destiny, health, humanity, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
our future
our future is on sale
our dreams are full
of troubles
our struggling keep
increasing
our hopes keep
depreciating
cos all we see don't
improve our faith
with this leaders
of hopelessness
in Nigeria
where is the man
of the people
were are the brave
cos with what
the time says now
in Africa
we are in a deep trap
our future
we do believe in God
yet heaven help those
who help themselves
we need a miracle
yet we are blind folded
by the oracles of lies
whose Interest never
better our tomorrow
despite they always
are in charge of our
change
no wonder our
situation are hard
to change
our future
our economy are
in the hands of criminals
yes they are legal
criminals
no wonder we keep falling
to the pit of poverty
our life never change
but reforms to more
starvation and scarcity
of opportunities
we keep fighting
we keep enduring
yet the road sims far
our future
our future is played on
our life is a game
so sad we are not
among the players
we are only but the victims
of the brutalized hard life
created to keep us in
an everlasting captive
this was before I was born
and now
I can see clearly it will
never stop
if we the innocent victims
don't apply force
until then darkness
is all I see in
our future
Categories:
depreciating, abuse, africa, hope, humanity,
Form:
Epic