Best Disrespected Poems
Can you count the times you’ve crossed me
And divide it by the times you disrespected me
Then multiply that by the times you hurt me
And come up with a figure?
Relatively speaking it’s a simple equation
Resulting in a drastic re-calculation of the outcome.
Can you give me the square root of the problem
That started this whole conundrum in the first place
And tally up the results and give me a statistical
Analysis comparing the amount of times you
Left me wondering why I’m on this earth
Or if I’m not worthy of trust?
I’m sure the answer would be skewed resulting
In the necessity to rethink the control group.
I believe the right course of action would be to
Figure out the base and height of the love triangle
You thought I wouldn’t notice, and in case you didn’t know
It, I’m pretty good at trigonometry.
Cause for me, who came into this problem with
Total devotion and a faithful trust, this doesn’t
Add up.
12/21/19
Not going to pretend it
I've been feeling rejected
And disrespected
Nothing I said and did
Was effective
Time I take a sedative
Or maybe 10 of them
Was fine one minute then out the next second
THC, pharmaceuticals and alcohol ingested
For the pain, but it doesn't end it
Until it all really sets in
And I'm in another dimension
Where there's no depression
I guess it's
Kind of like a respite
But then reality sets in
Continually tested
And tempted
Many nights I never rested
I've been disoriented
Don't know what direction I'm headed
But I shall not be bested
Or subjected
To anything wretched
I got to be intrepid
Getting wiser and improving methods
So there won't be no crash or wreckage
According to legends
And first hand accounts from veterans
I don't think you get the message
They talk of being destined
And how it can be manifested
Getting closer to the exit
One day it all will have ended
Whether or not, it was unexpected
Might not make it to being old and decrepit
And just may die alone, with no friendships
My nephew dyslexic
And this girl I know, is anorexic
In a world so hectic
It'll break you down, if you let it
Turning into something unpleasant
Whether your an adult or adolescent
No longer very majestic
It's becoming pathetic
I'm tired of being authentic and poetic
As well as what trended
And is recommended
Regardless, they're never going to give credit
Later on or in the present
The women of the soup have been attacked again this morning
the King is on his soapbox, with profanity and warnings
His credibility is gone as he swears and says he he
why keep tipping the bowl, just grow up and let it be
I guess the old boy network is still trying to survive
they keep oppressing more women, in every corner of their lives
This subjugation must be stopped, it’s exhausting and getting old
men and women are both equal, how many times must you be told
I’m here to ask you sir, please terminate your childish games
don’t make your peers here on the soup, disappointed and ashamed
I’m not an electronic signal, I’m a man of flesh and bone
stop spewing out your hate, and leave these women here alone
Please cease your propaganda, and your foolish need to fight
These women are protected, by the bulldog and his bite
I want to dedicate this poem to the following ladies of the Soup for showing support and standing up against those who seek to destroy this haven of poetry
Maureen McGreavy, Heidi Sands, Jennifer Proxenos, Jenna Logan,
Jan Allison, Susan Mills, Indiana Shaw, Constance La France, Tania Kitchin, Pangiota Romios,
Sunshine smile, Connie Marcum Wong, Sharon Keely and the many others I may have missed.
Thank you for your integrity, strength and leadership here on the Soup. None of you deserve to be dismissed, disrespected or degraded here on this site. All of you matter and are appreciated!
Pussy (Vulnerabilities)
Pussy
Men sometimes put no value to sex and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that pussy has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it all mean
The same thing Pussy, pussy, pussy. And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the pussy up!
So guard and respect your pussy and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my pussy and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the condom he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
Pussy is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of semen left inside you with your naïve ass, I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the pussy stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the pussy!
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the Pussy, be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than ass or pussy! I now know my worth!
Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014
You have to be selective and or practice abstinence in order to be valued ,some women get lucky and he does come back the next day ,but for how long ? Men like to chase and if you give it up too easy its a waste of time ,hes no longer interested and will soon prowl for another ! Keep it to your self till the time is right ,if he won't wait then forget about him!
50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears
War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades
Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.
Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?
Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!
Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread
I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.
Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!
WAKE UP!
Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-
I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses
Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits! Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late
Photographs share his long and changing journey.
Youth one day moves to the bearded grey.
Smiles of playful days captured for an eternity in black and white.
He grows from fat to thin and back again, colors of his hair blond one year and silky brown the next.
A catalog of mystery, young carefree boy, sad solemn man.
Family members and good friends long gone remind him of his pain.
Photographs some scattered in tattered boxes or mounted high in chipped wooden and silver frames, disrespected.
Day grows old and shadows project the shape of his favorite gum tree.
He lies down to rest his aching bones the images reappear, the photographs, the memories, the journey, help him ease his restless sleep if only for today.
I remember that Sunday night
When I got the call from my Mom
She called to let us know
My brother was wounded in Vietnam
I went to my car
Sat in my Chevy and cried
I almost lost my brother
And remembered two friends who had died
I had served my time in the Navy
But believed the war was insane
So I took off my dog tags
On my neck I put a peace chain
Too many friends had been wounded
Serving a country that didn't care
Troops mistreated when they came home
They should have never been sent there
Troops served with courage and honor
And deserved a better fate
No one should have sacrificed so much
Only to come home to anger and hate
The average age of the dying
In that jungle was nineteen
An unjust war that split our nation
In a way it had never seen
I stopped an old friend's mother
On Broad Street one Friday night
Asked if his wounds were healing
And was he doing all right
She said there's a lot of damage
From that God forsaken war
When he goes to sleep each evening
He's back in that combat zone once more
Vietnam will never end for many of those who served
Wounds that never heal and no freedom was preserved
Our young were all expendable
To the government elite
War brought soaring profits
Neither victory nor defeat
I visited a grave site
Of a friend I'd known for years
One night he took his own life
I held back my tears
For him it was all over
The nightmares from the war
He left a wife and child
But he could fight this war no more
Just another statistic, no justice we demand
Disrespected and forgotten in his native land
When do we stop and say no more
When it's for someone's bottom line that we fight a war
Ran into an old friend and listened to what he said
I go to church on Sundays but sometimes I wish I was dead
I keep seeing all that blood and I still smell napalm
If I fall asleep at night, I'm back in Vietnam
This country still fights unjust wars not trying to make amends
For the soldier covered in dirt and blood, the suffering never ends
In our nation's defense we should fight a war
For any other reasons we should say no more.
For my brother, classmates and friends who served in Vietnam.
Her gentleness portrays softness, tenderness and humility.
Her gentleness is the definition of true strength;
a representation of consistency,
of determination.
Her gentleness shows the depth of her soul;
a soul filled with unconditional love,
a soul sensitive to treat others with kindness,
a soul genuine to herself that disseminates tranquility to those around her.
So alluring!
She captivates me from within.
She nourishes beautiful things to grow.
Her sweet benevolence cultivates my inner peace.
Nevertheless, this magnificent creature was persecuted.
There were those who belittled, degraded and disrespected her.
She was hunted down like an animal.
The prey of unruly predators.
Their weapons of hate were loaded with bullets
of hostility: an intentional intense dislike that thrives
on an elevated level of anger.
The barrage of bullets pierced through her heart
and penetrated the depths of her soul.
Her body became cold from the absence of her warmth.
No longer is there a sparkle because of those
who made her gentleness fade.
Now she believes her gentleness is a self-inflicted wound;
a wound shrouded in shame, embarrassment and betrayal.
However, I know it was her choice.
She was an embodiment of true courage.
Her gentleness is framed on the walls
of my heart for eternity.
Love hurts and people change. Things go wrong and things get strange. But life goes on and you only life it once. Be strong cause things will get better over the months. I thought I was heartbroken, I thought you were my world. You fooled me though, made me think I was your only girl. But all along, you didnt care. Im not sure, your were even completely there. But now I've moved on, when I thought it was impossible. I had to be the bigger person in this breakup, I was responsible. I let it get to me, but I didnt let it ruin me completely. I didnt do anything about the hurt you caused me, I acted so sweetly. I let you walk all over me, I tried to ignore how you disrespected me. But when I ended things, the pain was easier to see.
Today I will honor a poet,
a great influence here on the soup.
She no longer shares her words,
but remains a part of this special group.
With integrity and honor,
her character was always displayed.
Even when disrespected,
her spirit was never swayed.
I sure do miss her presence,
for she was a special soul.
Helping her fellow poet,
was always one of her goals.
I hope someday she’ll return,
she was so caring and never vain.
We will leave the light on for you,
my dear friend Lin Lane.
Never spoke unkindly
Never showed fury
Never insulted or disrespected
Never served as judge and jury
Behaved with quiet dignity
Words and actions ….honest and true
Never destructive or harmful
So shame on you!
In life disagreements have always been around,
so why the frown?
We all like what we like and that’s the bottom line.
I won’t see life as you do because I am me and
you are you.
However, what kind of filter do you use before
you look?
The filter that you use is a determining factor in
what you see.
I’m not perfect by a long shot, but I try to let
optimism be my guide.
In a world of negativity it’s so easy to let op-
timism fall by the wayside.
The old saying is true “ treat others like you want
to be treated.“
If someone said they like(or have a nonchalant
demeanor )being mistreated or disrespected,
I don’t believe you.
Because at the core, we all are human beings
and we have feelings.
If you don’t care now, you used to care, being
hurt over and over can cause pain; pain overload
turns into numbness.
The moment you allow yourself to feel again you
will understand.
Numbness can “walk around with a I don’t care”
attitude.
Once your numbness leaves, you will start to feel
again.
I know from personal experience, I wore my
numbness(as a shield of defense) for years
and nothing affected me.
Later on ,once I dealt with my pain and put
aside my shield of defense I started to heal.
The world in itself is cruel, and fueled by so
much hate.
But change starts with you and I, let’s agree
to disagree and walk in to love’s wing.
Alexis Y.
10/27/2020
To my darling daughter maybe one day you will see.
Just how very special and much you mean to me.
Looking back through the years oh how hard it was fighting
back the tears.
The hurt and pain I feel inside will be with me till the day I die.
I don't understand where I went so very wrong,if only I had it to do
again how happy I'd be.
I know just where to begin I would start by changing everything
about me.
Maybe then we would be closer than close and I wouldn't be the one
you disrespected the most.
If only I knew how to make it all better,that would be the best gift
I could ever get even more than a card or letter.
For us to be closer than close like moms and daughters are supposed
to be.
I just don't ever see that being possible for you and me.
Lord knows how hard I've tried and in many different ways.
To just be able to hear those words to have my daughter say.
That she loves me and let me hug and love her any time I want you see
instead what I get is hateful hurtful things said and done, a hug you need
to ask for one " don't hang on me ".
To be able to kiss my beautiful daughters sweet face, and for her to
welcome me with a loving embrace.
It hurts me more than you can ever even phathom or begin to see,I
I guess that's how its always gonna be for you and me.
Just know that I am always here for you and love you no matter
what you say or do wrong.
I just wish I could be the person that would make you proud to say
" That's my mom ".
“It surely takes a grievous toll
Near the end of snow-white roll” (by author)
My lifespan by default, bawdily brief,
Sadly signifies excremental grief.
From pristine white to shady hues of brown,
Crumpled or creased, crudely disposed aground.
Paradox: I’m the most needed token -
Yet most disrespected, tissue-broken.
It could be smelly feet but no, alas!
It has to be the dark side of an ass.
I don’t intend to make you humans blush,
But you waste me on your waste in a flush.
Thus my life on a roll, floating in vain,
Down the drain, down the drain, down the drain!
August 14, 2026
Over 200 years of oppression
Now days are we paying for our transgressions
Doing slavery we used our bravery
Breaking the chains doing the inhumane suffering and pain
While being disrespected by being called ambiguous names
Tubman took us through the underground
Old spirituals and praising the Lord was our sound
Douglass reformed abolitionist as he became free
While up North he read poetry by Phillis Wheatley
Sojourner was all about telling the truth
While W. B. Dubois taught us about our history, is that enough proof
These heroes and activist trail blazed the way
They put their faith and trust in God every day
When racial tension became too extreme Father God gave us Malcolm X and Dr. King
Why doesn’t it feel like that the freedom bell still rings?
America has an unapologetic past
A dark cloud of racial hatred has been casted
There is no respect for what has been done
Our ancestors raised their voices and fist, while our youth has loaded their guns
From our past history we were showed how to lead
But we have to encourage with God’s love to our new techno-media breed
In unity and peace on bended knees we have to constantly pray
So come together as one, “Let’s Lead the Way”
“He who cannot be a good follower cannot be a good leader.” -Aristotle