Best Embarrasses Poems
A passenger opposite me
In the bus looked at me
His bare face, a rough feeling worn
How may change, with that my own
Looking at him and a small smile by my cheeks
Stagnant image sulks and my smile embarrasses
His face and mind not having deflected
Tells something strange I am confused
Only thing that I have had
It was not, that I think very bad
One more smile came in my face
I could slightly open the lace
A reaction to an action might have not the same
A small turn in inner may be the aim
When I left the bus and him at my time
One thing, looking at me, I saw him
Now I remind what I did
And in return he how did
Both we have to re- think, if need
I’m afraid, who he is
My smile’s cheaper, I always give
Did he think that I am mad?
Or would it be the paradox
If the other looked this box
Pop watched some of the Olympics with me last night. It
was the first time he had watched television
in over two months.
He wasn’t refined enough to appreciate the figure
skating, However, liked the speed skating
quite a bit. He said it
was more like track and he liked the Summer Olympics
more than the Winter. He asked me for a
shave and I obliged.
In the past this was always by my suggestion. He’s been
having quite a few visitors and I think he
wants to try to be presentable.
Mom says he embarrasses her when they have company.
He can’t always hear what’s going on in the
other room and calls for her.
“Ruth Ellen, get your ass in here!” is not the proper way
to call for my mother. Ralph E. has already cleaned his
plow about that once before.
I’m not sure how much he’s really aware he’s doing that
sort of thing. I’m sure he’s lonely and stir
crazy and just wants her company
most of the time. Maybe that helps keep his mind off
what’s happening. I’ll call if there’s a change.
Love You Both, DAD
About six degrees of silly
Best describes my friend Billy,
Butters both sides of his bread,
Eats ice-cream standing on his head,
Walks backwards when it's hilly.
He embarrasses me all round town
With silly noises and faking frown,
He scares people in the park,
Jumping out of trees when it's dark,
Billy's such a hopeless clown.
We need nourishment and oxygen or our body dies. My tummy is always telling me he’s hungry by growling at me no matter if I ate or not. Sometimes he is so loud he embarrasses me around people, they'll stop and stare. When is this madness going to ever stop? I don't really eat that much. I eat like a bird. The scales constantly keep lying to me and my clothes keep shrinking in the wash. I’m tired of wearing a girdle to keep my tummy in it just overflows over the top. I want to live a happy life without having to worry what I eat and belly dance.
anything that eats
breath has one thing in common
expelling of waste
© 7/26/2015
LOVE is ?
Is love, an essence, of flesh and skin
or a scent that's emitted, from within
Is it an impression, created by the heart
or a design, to be viewed, as abstract art
Is it something within all humans grasp
or a mental image, felt when people gasp
Is it's existence real, or just imaginary truth
an artificial attraction, held from our youth
Is it an inevitable desire, that embarrasses all
or a treasured goal, of kinship as we sprawl
Desire, Passion, Marriage, lessen loneliness within
but, affection lost, leaves you in a loveless skin
Is it a fleeting feeling, that wasn't meant to hold
or nurtured attraction, the oneness, as I'm told
Lust, Enthusiasm, Devotion, of intimacy with one
or hope of a life long friend, to share earths sun
a confession of confusion or a happiness unknown
feeling completed by Cupid's arrow when your alone
An intense, deep explosion, of your lust and desire
or that soothing relaxation, that's felt after the fire
Told long ago "It's what make the world go round"
Keep stoking that fire, till that arrow is downed
EXHAUSTED = Ted's all worn out
EMBARRASSES = Them bare asses
CRESCENDO = Toothpaste in your endo
HAPPINESS = Happy with your private male part
PISTOL = Charge for going pee
FOOTAGE = How old is your foot
EDUCATION = Studying while on vacation
FORTUNATE = Ate four tunas
ALTERATIONS = Change rations
INFORMATION = All lined up in a row
REGISTRATE = Reginald is heterosexual
PHOTOGRAPH = Picture of a chart
DICTIONARY = Never shun your private part
CAREER = Back end of a car
EXPOSURE = Formerly poop for sure
WINDOWPANE = Ow that wind is painful
POLITICIANS = A parrot who shuns the limelight
BLOCKBUSTERS = People who get in the way of a bus
ANNIVERSARY = Backside on backwards
CANADIAN = Ian is a good adder
OPPORTUNITY = Oh a poor choice of a nitty gritty tune
PERPETUAL = Average price of pets in the deep south
CENTIPEDES = Price per foot of a cheap pair of shoes
MISCELLANEOUS = A missile aimed at our back end
© Jack Ellison 2014
Beauty is not the eyes that smites the ocean
It's not that dazzling pebble they call the pupil
It's neither the lashes that makes a rainbow
Nor the brows that sink titanic
Beauty is neither the nose that face no fear
Nor the way it sucks those air
It's not the fact it perceives BIG
And the moment it throws you off league
Beauty cannot be the lips that levels the mountains
The one that cries,"I LOVE YOU"
It's not the kiss that makes lips hunting
Never the shape it makes in blue moon
Beauty is not those ears that seek attention
Nor the ring that flavors the lobe
It's not how demanding it seeks affection
And how mind-blowing and lovely that flows
Beauty is not the strands of hair that matter
Nor the way it whips and scatter
It's not the way it circles the continent
And when fixed, makes a monument
Beauty is not the body that solves calculations
4+4, 4x2, 9-1
It's neither the way it responds with reaction
Nor how it burns the sun to make it worm
BUT BEAUTY!!! BEAUTY!!!
Beauty is her acting like an Angel
Her heart that melts the seas
The way she smiles like there's no fear
Her talent that glamours her destiny
Beauty is the way he stands like a soldier
The way he embarrasses with LOVE
His strength excited when older
And his heart purer than blood
SO WHEN ANYONE SAYS YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL, IT'S BEYOND THE physical.
By Kbillion
"What Makes Me a Woman?"
Sitting in my bed,
One idle afternoon.
Looking in the mirror.
I asked myself,
For a millionth time,
What makes me a woman?
Is it the role of a daughter?
Mother, wife and a sister?
A heart that is selfless,
Kindness unconditional,
Generous and giving soul.
Beauty that embarrasses the moon,
Warmth that melts snow,
Or passion brighter than the fire.
Or to have no
Desire of my own
And
No hopes that are mine.
Is it the unlived moments,
Unseen dreams
Giving up my life,
My goals for the greater good,
And
Living the life
Chosen for me by the loved ones or
Beloved.
Is it the same epic, eternal question Eve asked when she looked at Adam?
I thought.
My heart,
As stubborn and childish as it could be,
Smiled and whispered to me, “all that makes you human."
Knowing that
You belong to yourself first,
That's what makes you a woman.
Saadia Syed
If man were an island,
Woman would be a continent.
I know this because
I must have a man in my life.
It is a fact that embarrasses me.
I have known many; married two.
They were such a disappointment.
From the bedroom to the garage,
From the vows to the denials,
Marriage was nothing more than
Mothering a needy male of the
Species known as *****sapiens.
They wouldn't carry in the groceries
Or carry out the garbage.
They wouldn't pick up a sock
Or wash a dish.
They wouldn't do enough
To free me to do the rest.
There wasn't any reason for
Them to exist.
There was no intimacy.
I did without; not knowing
What I was missing until
I was old, worn out, and lonely.
God should have made Eve
and left the extra rib for
the wolves.
Raining, sloshing go all the kids
The bus stop blocks away
But a dear mother stands with her umbrella
For the daughter on that rainy day
She walked all the way over there
That day the rain did fall
She cared enough and gave enough
For her Kids this mom gave all
But the daughter was very rebellious
And cringed to see her there
For her reputation she thought was ruined
The embarrassment she could not bare
She was only thinking of herself
Not caring about her mom
So insecure of what others thought
She got off and just stomped on
Few words she said to her precious mom
She didn’t want her there
She walked right by without saying much
The thought now is hard to bare
For yes I was that spoiled young child
And 40 years have passed
I think about how wonderful she was
And how our time didn’t last
To have that day back with mom
To hug her as I should
And thank her for all the love she gave
Tell her now that I understood
For I have children of my own
And mom is home with God
I have that love a mother feels
For her child and the path they trod
Stepping back and looking at this
It’s an example of Gods love
For many times we walk right by
Not knowing this love from above
He is so precious, He is always there
With an umbrella of mercy and Grace
But as a spoiled child so many times
We turn from his loving face
Our Father in Heaven is by our side
Through all the storms of life
He calls our name to come to Him
Few come and soon face strife….
“It’s not the right time for me right now”
“My friends will not understand”
“Just leave me alone this embarrasses me”
“Hang on to your Great Plan”
But Oh dear friend there will come a day
When troubles around you flow
Or His call you will not hear anymore
Will you cry for His love to know?
Oh mom was always there for me
Even though I was so wrong
Our God will always be there for you
When you find where you belong
Just as my mom stood there for me
So much more God loves us so
Oh get under His Umbrella of Love and Grace
And His Mercy for you will flow
THE IMAGE FROM THE DARK
It crawls gradually in haste with all it has
No fame and yet able to alter the way we live
Once it comes, it demeans, embarrasses and mutilate
And we do cry all day, all time, cursing
Oh fate what have you done
Poverty! That is fate, you!
A thwart
Life in pieces of rugs and hunger
Surviving like fallen Lucifer from Heaven
Always not successful
… I ask
He wants to know
They contemplates
Is poverty a sign of fate?
So,
Let be on the run
Help me to fight poverty, the image from the dark
Bringing down the curtains of “wishes”
So we cross the desert of life together
Running to God a freed men from the dark, not poverty.
You cast a spell on me, and now
I’m standing here in disbelief,
Wondering why it happened and how…
I protest, but my defense comes to grief.
I’m pondering on your magic power –
This destructive influence on me.
You embarrasses me, my eyes burn like fire,
The flames are everything I can feel.
The magic force of you still works on me.
You seem to be amused at my torment.
I can’t free myself, but your face is stony –
You love this confusion and excitement…
The color of an apple
picked from a tree
The color of my cheeks
when someone embarrasses me
The color of anger
felt towards a foe
The color of blood
from a nasty blow
The color of the light
at the end of the street
The color of love
which makes the heart beat
The color of the sky
when the sun descends
The color of this poem
from beginning to end
THINGS NOT TO GIVE ME FOR BIRTHDAYS
Chocolates because one is too many - the whole box is not enough.
Trying to wean myself off them is just too tough.
Bouquets of flowers because I would rather have seen them bloom
Happily in the ground outside my room.
Power-tool attachments to cut wood in fancy shapes
And add decorations of wooden petals, leaves, or grapes.
A year’s membership in a golf club or a gymnasium:
One is not really exercise, the other not really fun.
After-shave lotion because it stings and the pain I can’t stand.
Books about the Civil War which kinda imply I knew it first-hand.
CDs of old Rolling Stones concerts - songs most-ever sold:
For it embarrasses me to recognize rocker-guys so old.
Monkey chant and fake fraternity front
Brandished on the grand soccer stage
Rush Russian bear invectives to decant
Insanity and indignity rolled into ribald rage.
Monkey chant and plastic smile politics grow blunter
In post-Soviet soccer stadia. Russian bears under the aegis of cosmopolitanism
Cultivate a bilateral and multilateral blunder
In a soccer show that rings and springs up hollow hooliganism.
Monkey chant voiced in soccer stadia
Embarrasses the beautiful ball with blue eyes
Brown eyes regardless of the putrid propaganda mass media
Propagate to unbind spectators in sub-human sties.
Monkey chant is a shame on humanity’s shoulders
On which human faces united by soccer cry
For opportunities to brush and stash aside blunder boulders
That obstacles and debacles of racism and recidivism multiply.