Best Grudgingly Poems
Tears of the past invoke frozen footprints
When fears rekindle flares of dire misery
Feeling the ache, straining blood streams
As wrinkles pop up swelling deep worries,
Holding dialogue with sustained poverty
Attempting to traverse shuttered streets--
Bent, but not broken, in grip of tragedies
Trapped in the pathos of agonizing grief
Building escape still, flexing meager means.
When in my solitude, these images I’ve seen
Awaken me hauntingly in frightening dreams,
Grudgingly I go there, where I used to be
And see a child deep in hapless poignancy
Bleeding profusely from veins melancholy
Revisiting relentlessly orphaned memories.
Time unconsciously releases those feelings
When ode to new morn happy robin sings
As sun rises gleefully from deep blue seas
And life illuminates in golden hued beams
Oscillating winds, gleaming through trees,
And I walk with pride on the bridges I built
And thank my bright stars that lit my path
Twinkling diligently to show me the light
When obscure was the face of my dark night.
Silhouettes of yesteryear are purging now
Cleansing dread with vibrancy of spring
And jitters of nightmares in aspiring dreams
Seeing new growth in parched winter land
Like flowers rise through remains of ashes
Confronting what was, with what could be.
I have staged my play to my own melodies
And the rhythms I set to my own music
No longer evoke the prompt life gave me
As I write new chapters, create new scenes
I’m planning the ending as I wish to see it:
The story that was past, my future won’t be.
December 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Catharsis poetry contest by Silent One
Categories:
grudgingly, deep, emotions, endurance, feelings,
Form:
Verse
Meaning of oath no longer has a covenant
Guaranteeing to future commitment of pledge
Rendering futile all promises of yesterdays
As grief ridden past dominates today's sorrow
For hope's now dead, as there's no tomorrow.
Yet, I reminisce within glory of daybreaks
And opulence of colors in grandeur of sunsets
Spinning on earth's axis as night follows day
Across all continents where vast oceans reign,
And vibrant blue sky makes bold new claims
About perpetual dawns boasting on its domain
Bond of enduring love that never ever ends
Where enchanted dreams ecstatically chase.
Alas, I grasp grudgingly realities I must face--
Eternal that was indelible lasts only till today
And definition of infinity forever has changed--
Precious little time left that was once endless.
So I bid farewell, before world-beloved dissipates,
To memoirs of yore, allures of tomorrow;
Shedding all regrets, purging lovelorn woes,
Cherishing instead most intimate ornate secrets
Arrayed in desires of beautiful flower bouquets
Granting love romantic stage for one final play.
August 21, 2019
Placed 1st: What if there was no tomorrow contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
grudgingly, future, life, today,
Form:
Verse
When once I pondered whence came the stars
With baited breath and rapid pulse
I let my spirit loose to fly
To the source of my concern.
Pollux was first to welcome my quest
And I shouted, “Why are there stars?”
“A dragon’s sneeze, with blazing glow
Birthed my neighbor and myself.”
“Why are there stars?” of Altair I asked.
He grudgingly barked a reply.
“Methuselah’s birthday candles
Blew embers strewn heavenward!”
With spirit weary, I ventured on
With many more stars left to source.
“Why are there stars?” was my anthem
Until fully satisfied.
Vega had to hold back a giggle
When faced with my inquiry
“Atalanta now wears Nike’s
Cleats poking holes to the gods.”
With one more cluster to hit I flew
“Why are there stars” my only words
But never in my pondering
Could I picture what was said.
“When your father passed ten years ago
He obsessed of your fear of dark.
He never rests, or takes a break
But hangs nightlights for your peace.”
June 26, 2018
Categories:
grudgingly, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
Categories:
grudgingly, christian, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweet Spring just knocked upon my door and now it’s mid-July.
I’m jealous of each passing hour since I told her good-bye.
Youth stays for just the shortest while and then it's claimed by age.
Before the last is written on, we've turned another page.
As that most precious gift of time is grudgingly allotted,
The story of a life could end, long before it's plotted.
No man owns so many days that one day should be wasted.
No matter quality of wine if it is not tasted.
Now's the time of life when I appreciate the flavor
Of each day as it arrives, ere it is gone forever.
Categories:
grudgingly, lifeday, life, time,
Form:
Couplet
Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife,
And all because we had such a small tiff.
Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
There, he's back; it did not take him long. Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.
NB Fiction
Categories:
grudgingly, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
“Slay me a dragon,” a maiden requested
“ I will, I will!” he said.
And he did, and the maiden was
Appropriately appreciative.
And time went by….
This time the maiden asked for
diamonds and pearls.
He thought for a moment,
remembering her charms.
“ I will find you a treasure”
he said..and he did.
But the maiden was tired and only
had time for a quick kiss
And thank you…
And more time went by….
No longer a maiden, her luster fading
.she begged him to “ take out the trash”.
He did, grudgingly, asking for his just
reward.”please, dragon steak for dinner”
and she obediently complied.
And time went by….
One day he found himself under the apple tree,
kissing the baker’s beautiful daughter.
“Slay me a dragon,” she asked… “ I will, I will,” he said.
And so it goes…
Categories:
grudgingly, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriendtime, me, time,
Form:
Free verse
Never a foe, life made you so.
Gazed at me from head to toe
as darkness sees light through the Owl.
Your nature is a rhetorical "how".
I sort for you during day time.
A visit, I hope isn't a cold crime?
How 've you became fugitive oh nocturnal bird?
Daylight curiosity got me lividly lured.
You reign supreme at night like darkness,
they proclaim you as their highness,
Though certainly not the finest,
your eyes are well fed to the fullest.
Your fate hides you in nature's wound,
a confinement where you grudgingly brood,
not free to rule all day as you should
just as the Crepuscular species.
I found you in your fortress of distress
longing to see you like a dearly mistress.
Can't love you as much as I wanna fly high;
Life's laid a poignant juxtaposition betwixt you & I:
My wings and feathers mimicks pretty,
your color like grey-tailed tattler looks filthy,
your daylight attendance is such a pity.
Though we belong to the same specie
our fondness ends up totally mashy.
Oh dear Owl, allies of moonlight,
ghost of day, vigilante of the night,
you shall always be dwellers of height.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Envoy/Rhymes
Copyright© March 23rd, 2021.
Categories:
grudgingly, 1st grade, bird, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.
Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.
Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.
Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.
The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.
Categories:
grudgingly, analogy, bereavement, confusion, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I work hard
Back breakingly hard
I am not paid
A lot of people got me to
This new world
Both foreign looking
And ones who’s skin glistened
In the sun
And was as dark as me
I will never forget
The pains of crossing that ocean
Till my confinement in squalor
I had never seen so much water
How can we be treated so I wondered
By people who though different
Were just like me ?
My wretchedness had only begun when I entered that ship
Death took many on the way
But grudgingly stayed far away from me
He apparently didn’t feel any fraternity
Humanity I threw away as I vomited
On the deck of that wretched ship
I found on landing no reason
To suppose it would ever come back to me
Work
That is all I do
I am a machine
Machines on the estate are valuable
And well looked after
But I am easily replaced so
I am mere fodder
In the fields I toil
For cane
For cotton
For money for the owner far away
No one appreciates
How dismal life can be
My master gets my brother to beat me
That hurts
It pained me so especially
As I worked with sweat flowing off my back
That stung with each lash
I never felt such resentment
I have seen many a sun rise in this new land
I was young when I arrived with
So much fear in my heart
I don’t remember where I came from
I buried that inside me a long time ago
I see new faces everyday
Fresh and green and sick as I was
I now laugh
I am not heartless but the pain they feel
Is no less intense in me now that
I am the one who will show them
Their new despair
An inescapable despair
One day I will be free
I will feel my soul float over that ocean
And carry me home
I do hope they will remember me
For I have been gone a long time
Since they captured me
Categories:
grudgingly, slavery,
Form:
Verse
Walk Of Shame
Did you see that girl walk by?
I can tell, she got a guy
It's 9am, her hair's a mess
Sunday morning in a party dress?
Mascara run, lipstick smeared
She thought, this hour, all coasts were cleared
Oh but no, her I did see
And as she stumbled, she saw me
High heels on, cell in hand
Back to the dorms, she walked on Grand
Walk of shame, oh how you expose
The true nature of the hoes
Guys wake up to chill on their lawn
As freshmen girls grudgingly pursue on
Calling out, "Well how was your night!?"
Girls wish their walk was out of sight
I just laugh and point them out
More so notifying all via shout
"Walk of Shame, that is you!"
These young girls, they've got no clue
The ones who get it, then take off
Again next weekend, it's never enough
Get any guy, hooking up's their game,
But each time regretting the walk of shame.
You might think I judge too hard
Not giving them the innocent card
I shouldn't talk, I'm such a hypocrite
That was me yesterday morning, I will admit.
Categories:
grudgingly, funny, parody, people, school,
Form:
Rhyme
Hungrier than a wolf pack hunkering down the hill
A lpha teen male footballers share microwaving kill
Meat tonight they smell and enough to go around
Burgers make them happy and they munch with humming sounds
Under meat they peek to see if pickles thrill the palate
Grudgingly they toss the greens that try to pose as salad
Eating is a joy-- onion ketchup mustard gourmet mess
Running down their faces is a combination guess.
Categories:
grudgingly, allegory, food, football,
Form:
Acrostic
Hiya Folks
Hiya folks, I’m here, not sure
For days I have been trying
To break the code of techno door
With which I have been vying
I did quite well, at the start
I passed the log in stage
But then it seemed to fall apart
Not sure if its my age
All was going well with me
Till came to my profile
I filled and stabbed the submit key
But nothing would compile
It was time to use my brain
Was hard work I will admit
Several times I tried again
But just would not submit
I fired an email off to plead
To end my misery
Two days later, yes indeed
Reply was sent to me
It could be this, it might be that
No wiser was I now
Perplexed, confused, here I sat
Still wondering as to how
Another mail was swiftly sent
A screenshot they would need
With no idea what that meant
I grudgingly agreed
I asked a girl, who put me right
She showed me there and then
And then upon that very night
I sent it off to them
But I was bothered by the fact
That it turned out so small
I wondered how they would react
And was it use at all
So I was sitting here at wait
When itching fingers thought
I’d write a line or two though late
About that which I sought
I thought I’d be up on the screen
Then found it not to be
An obstacle was in between
The fault could still be me
It said to read the FAQs
So this I duly did
In hope that it would pay its dues
And of this pain me rid
Advised to ask the members I
If problems couldn’t sort
And on them thought I could rely
When they gave me their thought
But soon it was I realised
That this could not be done
I’d not be before your eyes
Till submit it had run (Derrrr)
Another mail was returned
Which brought things to a halt
And from this I duly learned
It was my age at fault
And now this the ender
But I’ll blame technology
And I feel a proper member >>(only for the most subtle thinker)
As I’m sure you would agree
Categories:
grudgingly, humorous, me, me,
Form:
REM(Gail's note: This is the sequel to the Email to Subby Conscience poem.)
To: gadeb@zzzsmail.com
From: Subby Conscience
Re: Communication between You and Me
Date: February 14, 2012
While I sneak and scheme in your chaotic REM
I am doing nothing more than being a friend.
Those dream-swirls and ‘mare-tugs purge your mind’s eye
so that your psyche can grow and won’t suddenly die.
While you’re gripping tightly to antique feelings that won’t budge
I’m prying them out; giving them a strong nudge.
And as you grudgingly work through a feeling or two
I am working my hardest to make you feel what is true.
I even may help you work out a solution or two
Because during the day you are too busy to.
Who else provides perks that allow you to be
both young and old in the very same dream?
So tell me dear, and answer me this.
What would you do if many nights I missed
And was sneaking around in another soul’s REM
What would your sanity be like then?
Without my help to work out thoughts
That keep you quite sane…
Would you then turn around
And try to cast blame?
Saying Subby’s absence caused you to act like a drip?
Saying Subby’s absence caused your tongue to Freudian slip?
Instead your mind can skyrocket and cozily soar
After I recede in the A.M. and work behind your mind’s door.
Published in PS: It's Still Poetry
Volume II
Categories:
grudgingly, dream, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Blake found a webpage on the internet
Smiling at wife, "this will be fun, I bet"
Wife grudgingly came along
Blake sang a fun little song
“How much trouble can we really get?”
“It will be grand…we can make our own wine”
“And honey”, Blake said, “It is about time”
So to the vineyard they went
And too much money they spent
Broke but hopeful, drove home feeling sublime
The grapes poured out, his aspirations soared
Website steps printed out, oh was he floored
He stomped and stomped…yet instead
Slipped in the tub…cracked his head
After his service, the vile wine was poured
Categories:
grudgingly, adventure, computer-internet
Form:
Limerick