Best Disrespectful Poems
Quiet!
Quotients
Quiz. . .
~Quantophrenia!
Quiet!
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .
~Question!
Quest :)
~Quantulate
Quotients'
Quantuplicity?
Quite!
Quiet,
Quiz—
Quantify
Quotients. . .
~Quisquilious
Quiz!
Quiet,
Quoz!!!
(laughter erupts)
~Quirky
Quadragenarian
Quipped
"Quoz"!!!
Quit
Quackling!!!
(chanting)
~Quirky
Quasimodo!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quirky
Queasy
Quizzes!!!
Quiet!!!
Quiet!!!
~Quirky
Quasimodo!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quirky
Queasy
Quizzes!!!
Quiet!!!
Quelch,
Quash,
Quell—
Quisquous
Querulists!!!
~Quirky
Quadragenarian
Quipped
"Quisquous
Querulists"!!!
Q U I E T ! ! !
Q U I E T ! ! !
(school bell rings)
~Queue,
Quicksticks!
Q-U-I. . .
QUIT!
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01/23/2020
Poetry form: Alliteration - Each poem in my Alliterative Alphabet Series describes conversations between two or more people while only using words that start with or sound like the first letter of the title of the poem. I’m publishing the poems as I write them on Wattpad.com, not necessarily in alphabetical order. My goal is to write at least 26 poems to cover each letter of the alphabet. I hope you find the concept interesting, maybe even clever. Most of all I hope you enjoy them :)
Photo credit: Shutterstock | Substitute Teacher
Talking. Talking. Talking. At first it is fun, maybe even entertaining.
You are not sure exactly sure when it turns, but it does.
Suddenly the monopolizer’s ramblings no longer seem charming.
Patience worn thin, you try a few times to interject a word.
There is no pause, no break. Constant talking. Inane talking. Nonsense talking.
You try blatant rudeness. Still no pause.
Suddenly you are annoyed, irritated, angry.
It is the same feeling you get as when you put your turn signal on and watch
Incredulously as six cars and a truck speed up, so you miss your turn off the freeway.
Rudeness personified. Self-centeredness to the inth degree. Magnificently selfish.
I walk away as she obtusely, self-absorbed, is still talking, talking, talking.
She yells after me in a way that indicates that I am the rude one.
I wave, resolving to forevermore avoid this non-listener
like the plaque that she is.
Oh!, I do love you my darling
But alas all this animosity makes way
For you're so lost and your mind railing
So unfaithful and disrespectful you sway
You share your body and soul with others
Coming out stop turn yourself around we alone should be lovers
as God forgave me, as He forgives us no matter what even though through this, I must forgive you
8/10/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
From forth coming anthology “Old Gospel Songs Sung"
annoying
empty headed
yet vain
underhanded
and disrespectful
he sure knows
how to
make her mad
simply
utterly
plain stupid
just dumb as a post
how he gets under her skin
and
infuriates her
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
A shadow walks through open doors,
A storm that shakes the wooden floors.
With sharp-edged words and arrogant pride,
She pushes every hand aside.
No counsel takes, no wisdom hears,
She turns to rage and fuels our fears,
One moment high, the next in spite,
A shifting wind that blocks the light.
She yells until the rafters strain,
And leaves a trail of quiet pain.
A simple word, a calm address,
Devolves to anger and distress.
And when the truth is drawing near,
She turns away and will not hear;
She packs her grievance, walks the floor,
And slams behind another door.
With heavy drinks to numb the day,
She smokes the drifting hours away,
Lost in a haze of smoke and glass,
She lets the warnings blindly pass.
No cap or gown, no turned degree,
She walked away from what could be.
Yet demands the purse by hook or crook,
To take whatever comfort took.
She cannot stand or live alone,
Or build a kingdom of her own,
But leans upon the hands she breaks,
And counts the silver that she takes.
Three tender souls she brought to life,
Amidst the chaos and the strife,
Whose rooms were kept, whose bread was won,
By fading hands, from sun to sun.
While she pursued a passing night,
And chased the fleeting, false delight,
Forgetting vows and breaking trust,
To leave her home in settling dust.
The door remains, the kitchen cold,
The stories tragic and untold.
A daughter shaped of storm and stone,
Who leaves her savers all alone.