Best Entitled Poems
Dawn broke this morning - I ponder again
Cold vibes in the air - I resent reality
Beauty sets in my bitter grey eyes, But I see gloomy skies
I wonder as I start my day - the aura surrounds me
I am looking -the insight is endless
My day as I woke - triggered hell
Beligerance in my face - I am doomed
Where is the light? My tunnels' focus
I'm overwhelmed with ideas in my head
With thoughts of you distraught, I find instead
I set goals - dysfunction troubles me
I walk miles to unwind my weiry mind
I am me - I spark reflections within
Writing as I contemplate my attitude
The clock strikes 8:00 am. I see a challenge
I regret my paths of my days at times
But I set forth planning a new born day
I am entitled to the goodness of my heart
In closing I start my morning with my voice seeking revenge
I still ponder as always - Hence indeed listening
The muse doesn't sing today
Must I overcome with my given attitude per se
May the stars in the skies shine with my personality
Ah! I see a nymph! it sparks my soul
Yes I am entitled still. I see reality
the entitled,
caught between envy and sadness
over futile choices
raised close to the earth
sleep with the whippoorwills
A gorgeous butterfly
A beautiful flower blooming
Aware of the distress that unbridled hands can bring
I don't try to hold them
Pick their petals
Or run my hands along their stems
Or wings
I take in the way they look
Admire them for an instant
And leave them be
I feel like
just because something is appealing
And I might want it to be mine
Doesn't give me the right
To stop
And treat it like it does
What gain is reaped in war's cruel strife?
What honor does it truly crown?
When the lives of our kin, precious and rife,
Are silenced, and hope is torn down.
In ruins, we hear someone sobbing,
Loved ones lie lifeless, a tragic cost,
Wars waged by kings, their minds robbing,
Claiming innocence, but lives are lost.
Dominion, power, earthly pursuits,
Wealth, pride, and prestige they chase,
Their solemn oath, to conquer and loot,
While nations crumble, in their embrace.
Love's true meaning, they forsake,
Invasion, their hearts' dark desire,
Tearing apart weak nations, they take,
Trading peace for the profit they acquire.
From national pride to world command,
Hawkish countries seek domination,
Enslaving others, expanding their brand,
Causing suffering and desolation.
Yet, their greed can never be fulfilled,
Material wealth, like mist, shall fade,
As earthly kings, their dreams are killed,
God's final judgment, a debt long unpaid.
For in their arrogance, they dare claim,
To be gods, rulers of all,
But when God Himself returns reclaims,
His kingdom on Earth, answering the call.
With patience, we prepare for salvation,
Avenge the oppressed and oppressed's plea,
God, the only true God, and King of creation,
Will settle the world's controversy and decree.
I’m entitled to change.
My skies don’t have the blah-blah-blahs.
My trees aren’t bare in every yard.
My caterpillars find cocoons.
Butterflies will be flying soon.
Said I’m entitled to change.
Yes, I’m entitled to change.
Don’t stop the ice from melting down.
Don’t stop the floods beneath dry ground.
Don’t stop the buds from reaching bloom.
Cleaning closets, sweeping out gloom.
I’m so entitled to change.
Change, Change, Change, Change.
Change, Change, Change, Change.
Nothing in life remains the same.
New season, and I’m a new dame.
Damn right, I’m entitled to change!
Just call me Spring.
(Goodbye Mr. Winter)
YOU ARE ENTITLED TO ENTITLE THIS ONE YOURSELF
Whenever I stop to think of it
I don’t stop to think of it
I eliminate the crap, the slop and the rest of the s**t (phew, almost forgot the infantile *’s)
Did you ever think it ironic that if you take George Washington’s initials and sandwich an “I” in
the center of “G” & “W” well simply view the results
It might just be me, but I happen to think that parents, under no circumstances
Should be allowing the chances that their baby may mistake a live rattle snake for a rattle
Who is the bigger coward, propose I,
The man who wants to die and can’t
Or the man who wants to die and does?
So I’m talking to this recent immigrant from China who spoke fluent but broken English, so I
said “you know what Cum of Sum Yung Guy” I said that because that’s his name. in any
event, I said wow, some day in November I think we get a day off from work but I don’t recall
why.
Cum replied rapidly, “Because it’s ******** day”
Did you ever have a severe and urgent urge to take a lot of dynamite, stick it in your sibling’s
ear and light the fuse
But going to jail is a lost to lose
So I never did it
I often get this overwhelming feeling that I am a lizard clamped by the powerful beak of an
egret, as he tosses me from head to tail, as I pray for only one more breath of sweet Florida
air.
Actually I hate
This state
I hate Florida’s flora
And I hate it’s fauna
And I’m convinced, in mid-august, this is where Satan comes for a hellishly hot sauna ©
2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~ ok, all 3 of you can go to another poet’s page!
P.S. and I maintain, and I maintain strongly, that I believe to this very moment Jesus Christ of
Nazareth used grape Kool-Ade to change water into wine, I mean if he was the only begotten
son of God, a trick like that wouldn’t impress my mother’s aunt’s first cousin’s uncle’s twice
removed pet chimpanzee
DID YOU KNOW THAT REPEATINGS ONE’S STATEMENTS IS AN EARY SIGN OF ALZEIMER’S
DISEASE
DID YOU KNOW THAT REPEATING ONE’S STATEMENTS IS AN EARLY SIGN OF ALZEIMER’S
DISEASE
i tugged momentarily
at the sudden disbelief'
like a single lighting srike
in the darkness of a stormy night,
Id once pledged to share
Life and Eternity with thee'
I potrayed to thee the acts of LOVE
and as we lay- unreluctantly-
under the face of the moon and the stars,
We created & injectded majestictic spirals
of strong emotions of devotion....
Yet sadly i was not entitled to your love.
At my heart's request,
i tried to be brave,
when violent volcanoes errupted
in the inner core of my heart,
when loving you was a drop in the ocean of pain & saddness
yet sadly i was never entitled to your love.
Freely possessing the will to be
To be the capacity of a weightless being
Roaming freely as wind to breeze
Igniting matches to fire unseen
Driven through hopes n dreams
Stalled by stereotypical deems
Yet somehow we continue to breed
Passing doubt of which before the
Unchanged is this world unsightly
For evolution carry's the burden passing
Presently living within greed
Expectations false of an entitled fee
A mother holding her child in her hands, saying “How gorgeous she is!”.
A mother watching her 3 year old son saying his first word, and thus say “How smart he is!”
But neither do they know, that all they are hearing from their beloved mother is gonna be a lie.
School is a place where you learn things, and that’s especially true because you first learn how society is suppose to be there.
She, being called names like pig, elephant, proboscis monkey, ugly etc.
He, being called dumb, stupid, mentally impaired etc.
And no one taught them otherwise, thus they believed it.
Years by years while other’s stripped off their clothes and humiliated them in front of
hundreds, one by one, their dignity, hope, faith was pulled clean.
Hope was nothing but emptiness to them, faith was nothing but darkness to them. And the truth for them was, not entitled to be loved or to be happy.
Day by day, mirrors and windows seemed like lights to vampires to her, and to her, 14 seems like a wrong number and she was taking too much space in this world, and to her not being able to see her toes is a sin all because of what society told her so.
And him, frustrated because God left out a few pieces of his brain, because God left out a few nerves in his body, because God let him have the privilege to sit on a chair for the rest of his life. He, could not comprehend why people don’t like him. For he saw no difference in them and him, only that he has a portable car.
But little did everyone know, that when you were having dreams of unicorns and rainbows, they were having dreams about the God of death, little did you know while you were making friends with xbox and iPads, they were making friends with Nardil and Paxil, and little did you know while you were making love with your boyfriend or girlfriend, they were having sex with knives on their hands over and over again. little did you know, their whites were all dripped in black and red.
And little did you know, they wanted something so simple in life. To be accepted, to be loved, and one more thing that they think they are not entitled, to look up with courage, —— and
smile.
I'm not wild about Harry.
Since he has lost the plot,
Whinging and moaning
And gossiping a lot.
He thinks he is hard done by
And everyone is unfair
To this spoilt prince
With the flaming red hair
His hair is not the only thing that flames.
He has a bad temper too,
He makes trouble and complains
Because he has nothing else to do
He thinks he is special,
And entitled in every way
Everyone should bow down to him
And agree with what he says.
Perhaps we would listen,
If what he says is true
But what has become his truth
Become lies to me and you
He was very privileged.
A Prince among men
You have goofed it, Harry
You will have to think again.
Millennials
The Entitled Generation
Written: by Miracle Man
8/1/2017
Sometimes a few choose a leaving home delay,
If career doesn’t start near the ladder’s top rung.
Anything less and with Mom and Pop they’ll stay,
They’ve a degree and picky not at all high strung.
Now, free room and board isn’t all that bad,
And they’ve free health insurance until twenty six.
Rising at ten after partying all night is so rad,
But for some, work and play, just won’t intermix.
Only the now generation deals with this quandary,
And it's only temporary until they find their groove.
They do minuscule tasks, perhaps their own laundry,
Until finding themselves - or are asked to move.
Never think you’re overqualified for any job offer,
Or that the hours are too long or pay too meager.
This thinking adds nothing to your family’s coffer,
Have a positive tone showing others you’re eager.
I’m 78 years old and unemployed for the last 22 years
Hard work and sound planning allowed me to retire upon turning 56
I’m blessed,
Tom
Are you glad?
Though entitled to nothing,
We are blessed!
She is an enigma,
Independent from
The logic, Sensations,
And question marks.
The sunlight
was a bright coolness-
the sun itself-
a shiny
buttercup tossed, its petals
plucked and spread
silently
upon the campus, and slung
into an apartment
through unwashed windows,
slicing a chicken-egg -hued
interior.
And within
the sunlit dwelling, sat obesity-female-
graceless but so...nice,
who desparately
thought that day to appeal
to the Spring-lit noon!
The cold light,
commixed with the unwanted
(and unsolicited)burn(s)
of a sexual violence
had grabbed the unattractive entity
as it always does,
and pressed her hard,
flattened her and tried to rub
her Irish-
British blonde
flesh into.. the air...
and she thinks
of this,
and other..things...when she plays
Mozart's "Air".
A Revision of a Poem on April 27, 2022
What if everything was given?
No work, we’re all living a life of ease
Apathetic, we sit at home
With no hopes or future dreams
There's no more need for higher education
We use psychedelics to expand our mind
We close our eyes and travel to exotic places
Eating gourmet food, sipping fine wine
We've already seen the consequences
A privilege extended has become defined as a right
But, when everyone is done
Who will continue with the fight?
Living a life of meaning and purpose
Manifest from blood, sweat, and tears
In an emotional attempt equalize everyone
We’ve digress year after year
We have to remember, survival is the exception
Extinction is the rule
How ironic, the self proclaim smartest of all species
Ends up looking like the biggest fool
In modern times, everything has been given
Humanity is now on its knees
There is time to turn things around
But its starts with personal responsibility