Best Derision Poems
Derision
"Mirror reflection,"
the heart asks, “is this the face
you take to the grave?”
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Note:
Derision: the use of contemptuous ridicule, mockery or scorn (laughingstock).
Ardor, not passion, when it comes to a profession
Alacrity, not zeal, when it's time for confession
The stone hero floats across the lawn,
approaching nonentity with drawn
leather briefcase.
Interpreting an after-dinner pause,
quietly admires a lady's claws
and perfect face.
A starving hope can be revealing,
her shattered glance up to the ceiling,
her throat in lace.
The power-crystal is just salt
and he can tell it's not her fault
she lost the race.
When the wars of all nations fall quiet upon shells and shallow graves
A mockingbird rises from ashes and spreads its wings into nuclear skies
No muezzin left to spread angelic messages but a nest in calm turrets
06th January 2020
If I return from this conscious drudgery, I will tell,
I will tell of a subjugation,
the spite and silent disdain
I will tell of the avoidance and the exclusives space on public bus.
I will tell of the common embarrassing quizzes and the suspicious looks
I will tell of the erratic change of mind and the one ninety degrees turn for my sake.
If I return, I will tell so many
If I return from this distant voyage , I will tell
I will tell how it is not over on some minds
The age-long differentiation,
the battle of supremacy,
the venom of little minds.
I will tell of the pretended smile,
the cynic look
the preference and denials,
The tanning of my coat is the jibing.
for some who are oblivious of geography
If I return from this second deliberate offering of my will
I will tell of my endurance and restrain, the quietude of avoidance
The sighs, the pain of rejection, the mockery the selective treatment and all
Of empty pew in church because of my coat,
Yes. Even in church where they aught to know better
If I return someday, I will tell.
They are not all so, there are few among many. "The coats blinds"
The true lover though few, excuse the myriad of coat haters
If I return from this journey of discoveries and curiosity
The long war of our diversity,
The silent unspoken lies of superiority
My coat is the jeer, same blood runs in our veins
Does a little rebellion
make one a hellion?
Neither unhelpfulness nor a low of zest for life
could lift me from the deep abyss I had fallen into,
countless failures added more gloom to strife;
nobody applauded me, all I head was a big boo!
When misfortunes or pitfalls mark one's fate, despair sets in
to deplore an unforgiving derision echoing with contempt
in a hall of laughter and shameful words of undeserving scorn;
lowering your head in shame is admitting and condoning guilt!
Who's afflicted by unfairness often chooses not to fight,
but having been deprived of nurturable inner strength
any loss of this virtue can cause a devastating blight
of anxieties', fears, and regrets void of moral worth!
Be persistent and unyielding, ditch all pitiful discouragement,
it's the unfaltering way to conquer any shadow of lingering doubt
and fend off an unforgiving derision that bruised soul and mind;
Is there an expectation to live life fully? Let yours be a perfect bind!