Best Disappointed Poems
Not all my hits are home runs,
many of them miss the bat;
specators respond with boos...
right there I expect to lose,
and getting angry, I toss my cap.
Oft' I've pondered if when God peers down upon this His own Creation,
And sees this blue marble heading for calamity with each day's rotation,
That He must shake His head and weep at the chaos humanity hath wrought,
Wondering why folks can't abide by The Golden Rule His Son once taught!
Peoples who cry out for freedom are crushed 'neath wicked tyrants' heels,
While autocrats amass vast fortunes, ignoring the impoverished folks' appeals!
He must be appalled that there are even some religions that foster strife;
That there are those who plot evil and don't respect the sanctity of life!
He must look with dismay at the lack of stewardship and the mess we've made,
Of His once pristine orb that we've managed to leave so polluted and frayed!
His magnificent forests and waters aren't immune from mankind's rapacious greed.
We've harvested their bounty and ravaged resources without regard to need!
Old men plot and the very young die carrying out their nefarious schemes.
All too young they die, never having the opportunity to realize their dreams.
God must wonder why there is so much mayhem and lack of brotherhood,
Among folks of diverse races and creeds even in their own neighborhood!
He must at times consider hurling this orb of His into the ebon void of space,
And begin genesis anew since we persist in certain doom at a steady pace!
Thankfully, we have a merciful God Who will sort things out for us along the way,
But it might be well to concoct a plausible story to tell Him on Judgement Day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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ducks falling away
the town's small lake is frozen
kids left holding bread
Disappointed
Madam Chair, could we please get to the point
Let’s decide today which group we will appoint
Too much effort and time has already been spent
Already deep in our budget there is a major dent
Last year unanimously, Browns’ were appointed
This year we would like another company instead
The stench of poorly made products is burning our nose
Are we prepared to suffer more lost with another dose
All our company’s resources, time and energy is sapped
While Browns’ continue to splurge and margaritas sipped
Are we going to be content and in our easy chairs sit
While our time, finances and energy go down to the pit
Written by: Joy Wellington
For Catie's contest "Word Games"
Reincarnated Rozetta was very angry with her super angel team for saddling her with ChimChang Man again.
They had spent the last two lifetimes together, once as squirrels, and now as a cat couple, him fat, her relatively thin.
ChimChangMan wanted to have a new litter of kits, but Rozetta was more than satisfied with the five litters she had already birthed.
On Saturday, October 4th, when she was recycled by a garbage truck, Rozetta stomped up to her committee and said, “Anywhere but that planet Earth.”
ChimChang Man met his petard a few months later thanks to a motorcycle that skidded on dangerous black ice.
His Angel Committee met him at the pearly gates and said, “We warned you to be extremely polite, mono-lovely, and nice.”
“Are you meowing me? I was the perfect gentle-cat.I was home with my catwoman almost every single night.”
The committee put him on a transport and sent him to Venus after an extremely controversial Angel Committee catfight.
On the transport he met Mo, a sexy camel, with a beautiful hump, and fantastic middle toes.
He cornered a committee member in the lavatory, and asked, “How can I become one of those?”
“It’s a relatively simple process,” the committee member told him, “Are you sure you want to try?”
The next thing ChimChangMan knew, he was pushed out of the transport, and hurling to the earth to die.
A vindictive Reincarnated Rozetta scanned the horizon, as far as her praying mantis eyes could see.
She was totally excited and desperate to bite ChimChangMan’s head off, yet that was never to be,
Disappointed Tina
Tina was mad,
thought she gotten a lad
that would fulfill her dreams
turning whispers into screams
First night in bed under the spread
there was nothing there to grab
That’s when mean Tina kicked Fred out of bed
By; Eve Roper & Sonny Roper 3/21/2016
Inspired by Jan Allison's poem "Terrifying Tina"
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_770135
TERRIFYING TINA
A petite ballerina named Tina
Seemed serene but she couldn’t be meaner
When she got in the sack
She was on the attack
At the size and the shape of his ‘wiener’
Her suitors would then try to dodge her
After insults on their little todger
But listen up guys
I have a surprise
She’s transgender and she was once Rodger!
20th March 2016 Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Continuation poem written by Sonny Roper
TERRIFYING TINA PART 2 - COLLABORATION WITH SONNY ROPER
Tina wanted a special honeymoon night
She wanted everything to be just right
Into his drink she slipped two little blue pills
It was to enhance their midnight thrills
Into the bed she jumped with her stud
But the night suddenly turn into a dud
Fred was in the land of dreams! As a joke it seems
Someone had slipped Novocain into her Vaseline!
Original Limerick by Jan Allison - the story of Tina continued by Sonny Roper
25th March 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/terrifying_tina_part_2___collaboration_with_sonny_roper_771773
I'm disappointed not because am hungry
but it's the world that tortures me.
I say am disappointed not because am sick
but it's my life that needs care every time.
I'm disappointed again not because i will die
but it's those who hate me everyday.
I'm disappointed a lot not because am poor
but it's those who make the world hard
because of corruption and wars.
I say am disappointed!
Disappointed here and there,
Disappointed as I walk,
This line of my life,
I am tired of disappointed,
Confused not knowing who to trust?
And the people who I put all my effort to,
They disappoint me the most.
Ever ask someone for help,
And they walk out the moment,
That you most need them?
To be by your side?
The trust that is hard to give?
People you love?
I am tired of being disappointed,
In my life almost everyday,
I walk with a pain,
Eyes full of tears,
Nothing knowing who to trust?
Is hard as it is,
But I try and some people,
Mess it all up,
I don't want to trust,
No more.
How all the children loved their last teacher.
First day her feast.
Could not clap
and give
gifts.
For
there now
was someone
they did not know.
A brand new teacher had arrived for school.
8 February 2021
Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Picture No 2
Placed 1
You never call the house is a mess, your always gone and I am a wreck.
Where did you go, why did you leave?
Our children are here but now only have me.
I loved you so much and stayed faithful to you, but you deceived me and are kids
to.
You left us alone and took everything with you including my heart and my love
for you.
Now all that’s left is to say goodbye because you where a jerk and you
lied,
To me and the kids you were not true and all I have to say is that I’m
disappointed in
You made a promise that you didn’t keep you now your gone
and left us to weep.
Happiness is left to be defined by your ownself
As you know yourself better than anyone else
As you're special and unique
Moreover one man's meat may be another man's poison
But don't ask for too much
So that you won't always be disappointed
As the world is to be shared by all
It needs effort and patience to attain happiness
If you're disappointed at this moment
At least someone else isn't disappointed
And so wait for your turn
It seems to be your own business
To work for any happiness
Except any blessings from God
It seems to be your own business
To value any happiness even it's small
As no one can help you to be happy
If you aren't ever ready and be prepared to be happy
Even how small is the happiness gifted to you
Falsehood and lies do no one any benefit
Every lie is a mask
with a lie one exposes one's own dignity
Fake people are poor in spirit
In the profile, people are real
they don't realize they are being watched
Everyone says they are friends
- naive are those who trust them
27.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
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Haley Mills played Pollyanna
We kids thought she was American
We claimed her as one of our own.
When she got older she began using her British accent.
And we could neither understand her
or love her half as much,
so disappointed were we.
Anyway, I was.
I do not even speak British English.
I should be watching Rafa
In my Rafa hat and shirt,
But Wimbledon is at a loss
Because Nadal is hurt.
He won the quarterfinals
With an injury to cause
Some pain when he was serving
And it seems that gave him pause.
So he withdrew and all his fans,
Of course including me,
Are disappointed, knowing
In the finals he won’t be.
Disappointed Devil - Hood Das Fume And Fret
'Curse darned demon
of that thar
underworld nudged me abet
as a permanent solution
to a temporary problem
i.e. principally no money
and rising debt
not for a long time didst
I feel so distressed didst,
where no amount of
optimism could get
back joie de vivre ebullient elan,
that oft times fines me jet
ting hither and yon, to and fro,
until spent energy met
fatigue, whence sand
man gave his pet
tickle yore sleep inducing
sprinkling granular set
tat heave, albeit
non off fence sieve tet
deep slumber didst
hone like a whet
stone, less drastic alternative versus
welcoming grim reaper, yet
eventually, aye reckon
this human machine
moost give up the ghost
boot not now,
cuz this moment hike ken boast...,
an immediate diminution
of anguish, viz unlike as told
yesterday, the monthly doled
social security automatic direct
electronic deposit extolled
joyus relief, viz checking account
death rattle didst sense a gold
din shimmer and em bold
qua slight monetary profusion
lowering destitution,
asper dearth of monies
allowing ease to un fold,
which severe dire straits rolled
forward respite
with money for nothing
oppressive full (rick kitty)
full Nelson neck
i.e. near choke hold
rejuvenated brittle psyche mold
during self feeling auld
also attendant temp
purred critical pull
away woe decreased yielding
(all "talk" and no action),
following thru with desperate,
sans destructive (irreversible)
actions unable to hold,
metaphorical tiger of despair
by the figurative tail,
where soul of mine
almost got "sold"
for a pittance (NOT penitence)
to the Prada devil
(or similar facsimile thereof)
rational self didst scold
spewing idle "FAKE"
hollw we ning suicidal threats,
not necessarily bold
cuz, this scribe did not write
his last (nor first,
second, third...) will
and testament before death,
would hove found
me stiff and cold.