Best Devalue Poems
A woman is powerful;
Walks tall, and holds her head high.
Oh, I see lightning, and hear rumbling thunder in
Many women as much in as out of my life;
All diamonds that shine and twinkle! I have a
Nurturing mother, headstrong wife, wise sisters.
So beautiful in body and spirit is every...
Woman! Infinitely worth more than any
Ornament that glistens against the Sun.
Remember that, always and forever, because...
To devalue a woman's worth, to get so much as
Halfway to forgetting is a crying shame!
Categories:
devalue, appreciation, meaningful, perspective, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
Hitler is burning
He burned yesterday
He will be burning tomorrow
He began to burn immediately
after his last breath.
Hitler will burn forever.
He would gladly accept a drop
of cool water on his tongue
from the least of those at Auschwitz,
at Dachau, at Warsaw, at Flossenburg.
Now, he knows.
He needs no convincing;
how cruel he was,
how wrong he was,
how doomed he was,
from the moment he began
to devalue those he termed
“useless humanity.”
Now, he understands
that each one
was more acceptable than he.
He has total recall of each
prideful thought, callous decision,
every brutal act,
Now, he sees their faces
perpetually before him.
Hitler cannot escape the flames,
his torment will never end.
Yet he is not consumed.
Hitler burns.
Categories:
devalue, horror,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Dear Sir or Madam
I’m not in the habit of talking to air
But just for the moment I’ll talk like you’re there
My mind isn’t closed to your actual existence
My doubts are not simply a stubborn resistance
But I cannot see you, I can’t feel your touch
And logic decrees I require that much
I spurn no religion, refute no-one’s faith
I envy the way they feel cosy and safe
The way they feel shielded from final damnation
Instead to be offered eternal salvation
I don’t fail to see all the beauty on Earth
I never have sought to devalue its worth
But where it all came from, I’ve, almost since birth
Puzzled and fought that confusion with mirth
But I’m sure of one thing, your humour is sound
In fact I’d be tempted to call it profound
For only a God that had wit on his side
Would make man and put all his plumbing outside
The poems I write that make light of your majesty
I sense that you won’t see as insult or travesty
I’ve made light of you and your son and his mother
But I think you’ll smile and say tell me another
But now I must come down to Earth with a bump
For talking to air makes me feel like a chump
In spite of the beauty, the air that I breathe
As much as I’d like to, I just can’t believe
But maybe if I were to walk any street
And ashes and embers should shower my feet
Where a bush is ablaze for a fire’s been made
And it should say, ‘Hey, call the fire brigade.’
Then there might be hope for this cynical waif
For something like that might just give me faith
For now though I’ll try to live life good and fine
And maybe God willing, you’ll show me a sign.
Yours faithfully…
Categories:
devalue, atheist, prayer, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce
Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish a hypertext
Disassociating words to broker more inflection
Delinking phrases building new bridges for reflection
Deconstructing patterns to sculpt out a new direction
Decoding mores and values to foster introspection
Voiding punctuation; compressing verses to scuttle metric time
Extrapolating dominant motifs to devalue the inculcating paradigm
Decoupling dissonant accents to deflower the sublime
Erasing phonetic schemes; disbanding symetrical order; decelerating rhyme
Categories:
devalue, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
do or die migration
Every one see that sea
From North Africa
Close to Europe
Every one see that sea
Close to Australia
Ever one see the little boat
Jam parked like a can of sadden
Full of people called immigrant
Where are they from ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this people
Just like a reality tale
In some places
Are set of people living like
They got no help nor care
Like a hell on earth
This people have a government
This people have leaders
Hello does this ring a bell
Yet the fire of poverty keep
Burning
So frustration drive them to
The little boat jam park of sadden
Where and what is this place
Called ????????
Do or die migration
Let see if we know this place
This place this immigrant comes from
In some parts of this world
An empire show the power from
Above
In trying to create their identity
They devalue human
Devour innocent souls
The survivor now try's to migrate
Rushing to the little boat
Jam park like a sadden
What part of the world are they
From ????????
Do or die migration
I know every big shark
Will love to live in this
Part if the sea
Where day by day
Night by night
Souls drawn while
On a journey of survival
On a run to safety
What can make a human
Take this risk
Leaves me with a ???????
Question mark
Note
With a humble heart I dedicate this
Poem to the souls lost on the sea while trying to migrate to the land of safety mostly to my lost friend from Nigeria wale tunde!
Categories:
devalue, abuse, africa, community, corruption,
Form:
Epic
THE GOLD WHICH DIDN'T GLITTER
I remember when I was nine(9) years old
As young as I was, I was told
That,not all that glitters is gold
I always walked chest out and bold
But I saw a gold which didn't glitter
I stood for a while and begun to wonder
Asking lot of questions, demanding an answer
Passing by, I saw a stranger
She decided to give me a helping brain
I was afraid to give the gold to her
I gave it out holding my fists in pain
I was obsessed with fear
Then she laughed in a ridiculous way
She continued to say
'This is not a gold but a stone'
Out of anger,I said 'My eyes are my own'
She left while laughing
I stood there wondering
In no time,I saw a dude
He was walking nude
I clothed him and gave him food
I hid the gold from him
But he saw it in his dream
He took it from the pit
He asked why I doubted it
He then showed it to the sun
Its brightness, I couldn't stand
It penetrated my eyes
On ground, I saw remains of Ice
At a moment I was wowed
How was the Ice thawed?
He said 'This is the real gold of nature'
Until you know it, it will never glitter
On the blade of its tongue, It tastes bitter
On the flesh, It is the sweetest
When the knowledge about is a smarter,
You devalue it for the rest
The cover doesn't matter
Its whole is the brightest and best.
REAL PEOPLE IN LIFE...
Categories:
devalue, africa, allusion, america, angel,
Form:
Lyric
DAILy DEMAGING DAYS
Dying days dances dearly,
Destroying deleted determined details.
Distill distraction display devoid,
Defiant development drives devalue days.
Dial up diamond depressed diary.
Diabolical destroy dethroned desires.
Designed dependable desires dialogue
Demonstrate defined deliverance.
Draft daily demaging days,
Dare delect day dreaming data
Dazzling death-toll debtors deceives
Debatable decency decision declared
Dedicate depression delegated delightfully.
Categories:
devalue, art,
Form:
Alliteration
Move back to the stone age
What kind of story is history going to write
let us examine a cold hearted nation and her many flaws
injecting children with dead remains horror filled
killing has become second nature to certain individuals
Everything about condemning death as a normal practice
in those whom support love and care are judged harshly
spitting hate condemns man and woman as inferior
Yet a generation of children have been born into a family unit
they overturn even scientific evidence which stands to object
denial and deceit manifesting as something else entirely
Today the greens decided to devalue the poor even further
standing in favour of putting masses of more people on the streets
begging to survive under their climate change agenda
amounts to something unspeakable happening against the grain
Then you add to the list those globalists wallowing in luxury
merchants of greed destroying the economic structure
enslaving humanity to work until they are buried
Then leave their family with a debt tax while mourning
all the minerals in the world will not fill their bellies
vanity weights heavy with nowhere to run or hide
Empty promises we have heard it all from political parties
cheap lip service which is always pretending to be in opposition
yet work for the very same slave master
What ever pulls your strings I say drain the bog smiling
green white and orange united Irish men and women
I hold the Shamrock as a sign of my forefathers faith
strange their is not many true Pat's left
we are a dying breed but our day will come
When bondage enslaves us no longer
where every human life has value in the eyes of God made
in the insect and animal kingdom male and female create
but humans have lost their intelligence somewhere
between the eyes of truth which draws picture perfect
Categories:
devalue, abortion, abuse, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Narrative
Sometimes, you just have to let go,
Erasing the doubt in your mind,
X-raying your heart, first, to find
Understanding, from head to toe.
All I want is for you to know
Love; The kind that will not be blind,
In order to stay on the grind,
Zeroing in to win down low.
Accept my invitation, please,
To join me in states of pleasure.
I am not one trying to tease,
Or devalue what you treasure.
Now that your mind is put at ease,
Share with me just a small measure.
Categories:
devalue, loveme,
Form:
Acrostic
Lately a person begins to read between the lines
how a network of human beings devalue another's worth
battered and bruised internally exhausted at times
they make you invisible shying away from the truth
To hurt someone that only wishes to speak and correct wrong
a violent nature lacks any respect to honour Justice correctly
certain groups have become hostile to straight talkers even violent
Charity cases crying over sin and vices to be accepted as normal
to carve the hammer into words etched on stone cold laid facts face
The bully is enslaved by their desire to overturn God
burning hate pretends to be polite sticking the dagger in
lacking innocence it poisons the purity in defence
You can be a murderer butchering defenceless beings
but you can't be seen to pray without being insulted
Categories:
devalue, abortion, anti bullying, culture,
Form:
Free verse
I am intrigued by Shel Silverstein
His passion and his works
His obscure way of rhyming
Making fun of other's quirks
Unique, unusual, surprising
Funny and clever is a given
With emphasis on children
And the world that they live in
“Hector the Collector, Boa Constrictor
Band-Aids, Sick, or With his Mouth Full of Food,”
His poems are very different
Yet similarly very good
I chuckle in amusement and smile, reading
“If the World Was Crazy and Sky Seasoning”
But it’s impossible to just like two
When they are all so amazing
“Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout Would Not Take the Garbage out,”
and “The Giving Tree,”
To go unmentioned would devalue Shel’s name
Especially the last one I listed
As it really was his claim to fame
Categories:
devalue, peopleworld,
Form:
Rhyme
Provide terminations to everyone that has a choice
some choose not to kill and stay involved
in saving human life rather than devalue
An unborn child to begin with
in the womb of all places a mother holds keys
where value is held by some within this role
During fasting on bread and water
a bit of butter became the treat
how little worth has a poor human soul
When so much value is put on the butter
nothing can cover up the truth before judgement day
alive is the spirit that sees through the lies
Categories:
devalue, blessing, child, emotions, faith,
Form:
Terza Rima
Intelligent humans
We have been cheated on
We have been used since
A very long time in africa
We have always been their
Ladder to an ill large wealth
Yet we still believe in their
Illusion
Why fight for policticians
when behind the close doors
We are not their priority
We are never their worries
So when you keep
Hailing them
Remember is just for nothing
Intelligent humans
They are every where
They always love lies
They love to create and control
They rule all our life
They dont care about us
Is ovious we are just
Material to them
Through our pains they build
Their wealth
Our life means nothing to them
Yet they depend on us
To protect their wealth
They depend on our energy
As their security
They depend on our surport
To be on top always
Still we are so dumb to
Be their petty fools all time
Intelligent humans
Are only intelligent enough
To control and devalue life's
Intelligent humans love wars
Intelligent humans have no
Humanity in them
Either do they respect our
Struggles for survival
Intelligent humans are materially rich
They got wealth in store for
Their unborn generation to come
They got more than enough
To live and spend
Intelligent human got no wisdom
Either do they have a knowledge to love
Intelligent human
Are a big curse to every community
They are the sharks of all
Human race
Eating up our future
As they swallow our dreams
Intelligent humans are the
World biggest problem
They have created alot pain
To planet earth
They have created alot depression on earth
Despite all evil associated
With them
They are still able to keep us
Under their control
Till today it never change.
Categories:
devalue, africa, dedication, humanity, mentor,
Form:
Epic
I'm not Deranged just Derailed,
Deraptured with the Devolution of Angels,
The Devilization of a Nation,
Decorum Demands that I Devalue individualism,
Some Decadent, Dilenquent, Despot shouts
"Our hair must be black!"
"Our hair must be pink!"
Displaying our inner inability, denial to think, for ourselves,
And this juvenile notion,
Will take a while floatin,
While we stand smile gloatin,
With a clan of vile showthings,
Definately stupid,
Definately wrong,
Definately Deafening with our Different songs,
Decensored & Desensitized,
In a De-axised world normality is now abnormal.
We Delve Deep into Different ways to Display our Desperate Demonstrations of self,
A country of Deadbeats with credit card debt to nike,
A thousand like you,
A thousand like me,
Wave goodbye to individuality,
In matching gloves.
Surely we see?
This rebellious Unity?
Unlikely.
If we're all SO different,
We're all the same,
Any other interpretation would be insane,
A United Unhindered generation of Undertakers,
Caring for rebellions now defunct,
Just wearing a mohawk does not make one a punk,
Find your own voice,
One that's unforced,
One that's your choice,
One that's your course,
Unfullfilled with an Unfullfilling Universe we Unwittingly Unite in Uniform,
Untying one set of bonds to Undertake another,
Only now pledging Undying allegiance to Unwritten social rulings,
Seclusion is the only Untainted place where one can Understand, Uninfluenced self,
Under supervision only Unlife and Unself exist.
Bright Pink sheep.
Categories:
devalue, urbanhair, universe,
Form:
Free verse
We Think It Free
We sought our independence from oppression.
Have we won our freedom from an oppressive ruler
only to become subject to oppressive rules?
We elect common citizens to represent us,
to champion our causes, speak for us,
whimper when they cave to special interests,
become millionaire, lifetime politicians.
We sought our independence from – to be
unburdened by the needs of distant demands
for our money, our youth, our blood,
to backbone an army of the wealthy
seeking to protect their interests.
We fought to ensure our future, to ensure
our children might live in peace,
build upon the foundation we left to them,
pray to whatever god they chose,
dance to whatever music moved them,
sing whatever song gave them strength,
speak freely of that which they believe,
walk freely in search of their dream.
Has the cost of such freedom become so onerous
as to devalue its worth? Have we installed an
aristocracy of the elite; a continuum of complacent,
connected, political royalty to rule us -
A government of the politicians, by the politicians,
for the politicians, perpetuated by the erosion
of our freedoms? A flag that is now tattered and
torn by those whose freedoms it protects,
rights that are diluted to appease those who
seek special status under the cover of freedoms
they will not extend to others.
Have we become so jaundiced to the cost of freedom
that we think it free?
John G. Lawless
6/30/2015
Categories:
devalue, freedom,
Form:
Free verse