Best Devalued Poems
I was the object of your affection,
Useful for a time;
Lost in the ritual of loving
The man I thought you were.
How much of me did I give you
In the gardens that tumbled over the wall?
In the home that was your castle
Where the inner layers of my being
Lay exposed, vulnerable and imperfect?
You took all that filled your own need
And left me devalued in humiliating silence
While you manipulated your scraps of power.
Your love was the fantasy of possessing
All that gives your existence meaning;
Your illusions trampled the passion
Tenderness and trust that was yours alone.
With what do you fill the hollow inner spaces
Of your being? Hiding behind the mask of greed;
Unwilling or unable to grasp the anguish
Of those who bear the consequence
Of your flawed decisions.
Those who have no choice; the victims
That get in the way of your eagerness
To continue your dance
With the harlots of commerce.
And I am alone,
With the whispers of deprivation and denial.
Processing the pain of what I am
Who I was and what I might become
Between the no longer and the not yet,
Can I run fast enough to be me again
In this world where the mirage of being
Becomes ever more elusive?
Categories:
devalued, loss, me, me,
Form:
Free verse
You seduced, you stole, you exalted, you annihilated,
You elevated, you decimated, you connected, you sucked me dry,
You opened me up, you closed me down,
You delivered me to ecstasy, you devalued and discarded me,
You were sensual, you were sardonic,
You made my heart smile, you tore out my soul,
You put me on a marble pedestal, you stoned me with your vicious tongue,
You bathed my heart in liquid gold, you buried me in quick sand,
You crowned me as your princess, you burnt me at the stake,
You were my prophecy, you were my satan,
Your hands knew every inch of me,
You tore out my essence and trampled my boundaries,
You pledged unity only with me, you cheated,
You held me tightly in your arms, you suffocated the life out of me,
You cast, you hooked, you netted, you feasted,
You made every nerve ending shiver deliciously,
You became my nervous breakdown, you were my divine intervention,
You disconnected me from my higher power,
You were luminous, you illuminated, you are an illusion.
You loved and yet you didn't.
Because love is real. And you are not.
Categories:
devalued, betrayal, break up, conflict,
Form:
Romanticism
When metaphors play 'hide and seek,'
my shield is a veil nurturing premature petals.
Yet there are some words that become poems,
to help those who care to read
to interpret the alchemist mystery,
personifying personal alliterative angst.
The heart ponders...
What will abandon me first,
my trusted muse? Who reveals my truth
or my wallflower soul, which prevents
butterfly breaths - breathing their last sigh?
What am I,
but a pomegranate pebble,
oppressed by stones -
in a man's world, feeling like a boy.
Once, I planted two seeds with ultimate care,
but they no longer bloom for my atonement.
Yet, I still care for them from a distance,
soaking their roots with drops of blood.
Once, I found love,
so I formed into a bridge,
protecting her from raging torrents,
but I could not live up to expectations,
as turbulent waves crashed against my chest.
Now I'm crumbling.
Sometimes, I'm left alone upon an unknown path,
with only cloudy horizons above - but I keep wandering.
Hoping to be found.
Slowly, I lose a part of me,
but I'm inexperienced in
trying to be who you want me to be.
I'm tired from being devalued.
Maybe, I'm worthless,
simply useless, some what careless,
so throw your spears -
I no longer feel.
I won't tell.
I'll remain silent,
but my poetry will forever echo.
Simple Musing
An example for my current contest.
Categories:
devalued, angst, lonely, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Mid afternoon overhead sun retreats
heading west to bring comfort and solace
trail of red embers as horizons meet
darkening skies such a treat so flawless,
birds sing their evening songs and lullabies
daytime temperature becomes subdued
yet natures great beauty never denies
delightful images not devalued,
our exhausted day falls into slumber
she pulls her dark quilt studded with sequins
over her head with precision lumber
twilight fades as her next shift now begins,
dusk prevails now in her shadowy room
encourage plants, trees to exhale perfume.
7/26/2018
Categories:
devalued, good night, imagery, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
In the shattered mirror of hollow empathy, I see fragments of myself drifting,
Like ash butterflies dancing in the cold wind of unspoken truth,
And their words—"I can't empathize"—are silver arrows piercing through
The illusory veil of superficial consolation, revealing the inner garden
Where I alone grow the cucumbers of wisdom, where I water the flowers of courage.
And I hear footsteps fading away down the corridor of memory, the steps of friends hurried
To their daily markets, to the Turkish dramas that swallow their evenings,
Leaving behind only the echo of a pat on the shoulder and a worn-out phrase
"Don't worry, it will all pass"—a devalued coin in the ATM of compassion,
While I remain here, in the fortress of self, counting my resources.
Ah, how strange this revelation—that in the absence of foreign comfort
I discover my own healing hands, my own wellspring of strength!
Like a tree finding water in its depths when the sky refuses to weep,
I learn to be self-sufficient, to measure my garden of limits with steady steps,
To cultivate my own remedies, to be my own sun and my own rain.
I no longer knock on foreign doors begging for understanding like a crust of bread,
But build from the bricks of imperfections a temple of maturity,
Where the echo of my steps resounds with fulfillment, not with a void to be filled,
Where each scar is a medal of self-sufficiency won in battle,
And where loneliness is no longer a fear, but a throne from which I contemplate my strength.
Categories:
devalued, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Did you know....
about the look in my eyes?
The ongoing fatigue....
The fact that I sleep more....
the fact that I distance myself....
away from you?
Don't you see,
what you've done to me?
You've taken a loving man,
and you've destroyed his self-esteem....
You've been on him so much,
until now he's become numb to your words.
From sun up to sun down,
it's nothing but words of harm,
it's always about what you want,
you're expectations,
and how you want me to be....
you want me to be like you.
You've been torn apart by your past,
so much to the point where all you know,
is to charge at me....
making me feel less of a man.
Well....
your days of devaluing me are coming to an end....
you're mad because I refuse to bend....
or break....
You're nothing but a critic,
the biggest one I've ever known,
I'm fed up with your constant criticizing,
so please just leave me alone....
my world is all messed up,
I can't think straight half the time,
because I am constantly in your crosshairs....
and it isn't fair....
I've always been there,
to love and support....
You were my everything,
then you started to pick at me....
and now I want nothing more to do,
than remove myself....
away from you....
You are nothing but a critic....
picking and picking at me....
it's so sickening....
it's angering....
it's making my stomach turn....
So I will take our memories
and watch them all burn....
I'll leave you right where you are....
I can't go on like this....
I refuse to be devalued....
By a critic....
You're just a critic....
Picking at me,
making me feel bad....
always on my back,
and you wonder why I get so mad....
You're just a critic....
You're just a critic....
Categories:
devalued, abuse, anger, hate,
Form:
Blank verse
"And I rejoiced in being what I was:
In the lilac change, the white reptilian calm,
In the bird beyond the bough, the single one,
With all the air to greet him as he flew..."
From: "The Rose", by Theodore Roethke
One much given
to introspective self absorption,
little inclined to action,
I record this plaintive piece.....
The years go by and, though I age,
I am still the lone, unwanted one.
Early it was I learned
to embrace pain, or to avoid it.....
never to invite, through any expectation,
added disappointment.....
penning solitary lines,
mere mental meanderings.....
My drab world,
all dry sand and clouded sun,
sparsely populated,
was a nearly vacant, arid desert.
My laurels for achievements
I, and others, immediately devalued.
Nothing I did could
be worthy of a lauding.....
no good could come from
an unwanted one,
one outside the pale.....
not from such a joyless one.
The years go by, and still,
I am I.....the lone, unwanted one.
Categories:
devalued, angst, depression, introspection, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Turn if off!
I told myself
Are you behaving like an addict?
Do you have to read your emails, look on Facebook, tweet a few lines,
Play a game or two and while at work your lunchtime and breaks are
Filled with personal calls and surfing the web
Robots we are not
We are emotional intelligent beings living in a world that have diminished
Our attention with others to a text
Sure all of technology is a tool for making things more efficient
But are we so self sufficient that we miss the human element
By becoming deficient?
I see shoppers pass by others and never speak because they are engrossed
In conversations on their cell phones and bump into objects and fall into potholes because their attention is focused on cyberspace
Because of God’s grace
They weren’t hurt
But they certainly didn’t save face
I’ve learned to take a technology fast
At a certain time my cell phone and computers are off
And my television too
So that my personal interaction with others isn’t devalued
Categories:
devalued, addiction, technology,
Form:
Didactic
Everyone is an immigrant
We all are human
I guess we belong
On this planet
Called earth
We all are human
Born by a woman
As she pure her
flesh blood on
Each of our heads
So we are here
Not as an alien
But citizens of the world
We all are human
We all share same air
I guess non of us
Breaths in nothing else
We feed on plants for food
We drink clean waters
The world was design
For our good
Hope it still does now
We all are human
And non is an alien
If the earth is human
Place for a planet
Then i tell you non
Is an immigrant
If there is then
Is all of us
We all are human
Sharing this round world
Together in different ways
As we differs in our ways
So was human who
Created banderies
By forming teroteries
Called countries as we
Know today
Is sure and true
Our forefathers
Where one family
From same place
I really hope the world
Understands this
We are all human
Not an alien
To be killed or devalued
By our selves
The world is too large
For every one
So we are to live
And settle peacefully
Where ever it pleases
Who ever
Yet the reality today
Dont and never
Aprove so
If you think other people
Around you are immigrant
Dont forget you are same too
Cos you cant carry the land
Or could you carry your houses else where
When ever you travel
You must step on someone's
Land
The land of our one mother
In this earth non is a foreigner
And if there should be one
I have never seen
Apart from the aliens unseen
So on the quest of fighting
Immigrant
Remember our forefathers
Are from one source
As it simplifies non is an
Immigrant
If there is to be one
Then the truth is
Everyone is an immigrant
Categories:
devalued, africa, humanity, identity, immigration,
Form:
Epic
The thought of all trusts,
Was it all just rust?
The thought of all confidence,
Was it because of your insolence?
The thought of all friendship,
Was it all just dissonance?
Was it all just lies?
The thought of all immanence,
There was no innocence,
Was it all just imminent trust?
Was it all your fickleness?
Was it your falseness?
Was it enough faith for equivalence?
There was fading ambivalence...
Was I blinded by wistfulness?
Was i blinded by your words?
Was it your defiance?
Was it all about rebelliousness?
Are we going to be strayed?
Were we going to divagate?
Was I being a black swan?
Did you want to disarray?
Did I need to back away or just run away?
I was being manipulated over again...
Kindness is hard to give now...
Did you want to lead astray?
Are you really a friend?
Did you want to push me away?
Did you want to cut me away?
Did you want to break me away?
Weren't we going all the way?
You are going too far away...
You were just looking away...
With my tears shedding,
Will you just turn away?
Might I just fall down?
Must the world just fade away?
Was it all just waste?
Was it all already traced?
Was it all degrading?
Are you corrupted?
Am i devalued?
My unshakeable perception and unbrakeable soul,
Were they deceived?
All I need now is a shoulder,
Where my tears can be shed and impregnated.
A hug,
Where my bones brake of forgotten joyfulness.
A trust,
Where my biggest secrets will be kept.
A hand,
That can keep helping inconditionally.
Eyes,
That could see me for who I am.
A heart,
Where infinite solid bonds could be created.
And a soul,
Where my soul could be free and unbrakeable...
All because of your hypocrat double play,
I was betrayed...
Categories:
devalued, best friend, betrayal, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM meltdown maelstrom at every kiosk money mall
F-18's flying overhead the puny ant farm military parade
General Moronika making the Armageddon mushroom last call
Hells bells raining warning chimes on a pre-empt air raid
Idiocy is the devalued political currency ... a burn paper destiny
Jumbled lunacy is getting no checks-and-balance power scrutiny
Kaboom! Ain’t no more children in the classrooms
Love Apprentice Style for the siren sound of the war drums
Mutated babies delivered in M.A.S.H triage tombs
Nuclear jacks wanna be Scar boss king of the jungle beanstalk
Opioid delusions is giving ‘em rash hash hallucinations in bulk
Point the deadly sniper scope at the fleeing downtrodden refugees
Que the funeral violins upon the released vials of chemical disease
Recommendations coming from all butt-licking tongues on knees
Sanity trailblazers are on a sabbatical vacation from the con cartoons
Temple of Doom rescue ... Indiana Jones Hans Solo ain’t coming soon
Uncle Sam sez that permanent peace can only come thru war
Visions of propaganda lust being televised on a nonstop snore
Witness the apocalypse now being sold as coming-to-you later
X marks the spot where the patients zero fled from the crater
Yellowstone sulfuric lies be bubbling up to an AAA barren surface
Zuni sunrise setting on glow-in-the-dark places ablaze purchased
Categories:
devalued, perspective, society, truth, wisdom,
Form:
ABC
THE UNTOUCHABLES
devalued dignity, dirty rags and odours
poverty driven humbled begging
Jesus touched and healed a leper
Categories:
devalued, poverty,
Form:
Haiku
You detached me from your regard.
You devalued me with your unkindness.
Your unapologetic apathy underscored my uselessness.
But, when you told me to get out, you were redundant.
I was already gone.
Categories:
devalued, angst, me, me,
Form:
I have a dream
I saw Nemesis pursuing them
Them that dont want peace
In africa
I saw them running
But there destination is full
Of confusion
So far never to reach
I saw the clouds of evil
Around them
There life are covered
With shames at there end time
Even as they look strong
Intimidating our right
Their days are bitter
By nature as i dream
I have a dream
I saw the weak strong again
I saw the strong so weak in there lies
I saw an evil forest of doom
Burning down where it ashes
Are not even seen
That was a sign that
The rejected stone will become the corner
and the great pillar
Of the world as soon as
Possible for the sake of peace
I have a dream
Who ever thought of africa
Greatness
Who ever surports africa growth
Who ever believe in the ability
Of humanity everywhere
In this big planet
Was part of the pillar that couldn't be moved in my dreams
Who ever stands for justice
Who ever stands for unity
Who ever is awake for freedom
Was a part of my dream
So as i dream
I saw all calamity of the poor
Turn in to joy and victory
I have a dream
This dream was a part of the ghetto song
The song of freedom was on the lips of the victims who
Have long been opress
Depress and devalued
In chains of poverty
I have a dream
This dream was a dream of victory
This dream was a dream of
Upliftment
This dream is on the mind
Of every victims of thirdworld
So when i finally woke up
From my slumber
I realise life is far from
having just a dream
Categories:
devalued, africa, change, courage, faith,
Form:
Epic
George Washington would never believe it and call it a crying shame. I have observed the prohibition of prayer in public schools. Free speech is not free but is for sale to the highest bidder. Moreover, there is an attitudinal atmosphere suggesting that any speech that is not my own should be abridged, censured, or abolished. Traditional norms and family values are dropping like flies under the spell of pesticides. The Bible is considered to be narrow-minded hate-speech. I have seen people terrorized, their civil rights decertified and denied. Moral values have been devalued, set aside, and liquidized; Constitutional rights are diluted, disputed, and no longer solidified. Whatever happened to the great 'thinkers'? I have noticed the terminal illness and demise of noble ideas. Education is being replaced with political persuasion and propaganda.
Abraham Lincoln would never accept it and call it a crying shame. Minority rights are being revised, realigned, reassigned, and redefined. I have witnessed human rights ignored, disregarded, and not prioritized. The cultural revolution is forging ahead in jet-propulsion speed like there is no tomorrow nor time of reckoning. Belief in evolution is man's best hope for a future without accountability. There are no absolutes nor need for resolution. Majority rights are brought into question, unguaranteed, and in retreat. Equal rights are desired but unclarified, undefined, and unobtained. I have beheld the orchestrated disappearance of common sense, and before long we shall be worry-free because 'Big Brother' will always come to our defense. Alien rights are well protected, highly promoted, and unwisely provided. There is a free admittance of subjectivity and the utter rejection of objectivity. I started to weep when I realized that sanity is being burned at the stake. I'm hoping and praying that we return to our senses before it's too late.
07062018PoSoupContest, Personal Favorite Poem Written In 2018 Poetry
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire, 5P
Categories:
devalued, america, god, leadership, prayer,
Form:
Free verse