Best Harsh Words Poems
It was such a small thing
It happens all the time
Fathers and sons disagree
Fathers and sons argue
Fathers and sons say things
Things they don't really mean...
We exchanged words
Harsh words over nothing, nothing at all
Childish words over petty differences
Angry words which are critical
so critical now to recall and to relive
over and over again…
You were ready to drop the matter
You were ready to relent and apologize
I was not ready to drop the matter
I was not ready to relent and apologize
You were the adult, I was the child
I reversed the roles, you reversed them back
You wanted to relent. I refused to relent
I refused and let you walk out that door
Yes, I let you walk out that door
That front door, that door to forever
the last time I didn't say goodbye to you
the last time I didn't say I love you
the last time I saw you
the last time I saw you alive…
I hesitated for over a month – should I join Poetry Soup …
Would they like my poems and accept me in their group?
It is not my intention to be a famous writer
I try and write with wit to make our lives a little brighter
I write on many subjects – I sometimes have a moan
My humour is ‘unique’ and may make some people groan
Harsh words can knock us back; criticism can drag us down
Let’s try to live here in harmony and smile instead of frown
I try to be lighthearted and if I can make people smile
They may forget problems and their worries for a while
Kind words cost us nothing - a smile can brighten up our day
I hope that I can make a difference with the words I say
Some do not like my poems - I can’t please everyone
But I hope my style brings Poetry Soup some fun!
Well the title says it all … I ‘con’ you all that I’m a poet!
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Contest I Icon – Sheri Fresonke Harper
Be thou kindness, ruler in my heart!
Shake any evil from my quill.
No harsh words to depart,
To soil another poets will.
Let rays of sunshine beam from every line,
To brighten another poets heart.
My humble heart with theirs entwined,
In a gardenia scented poetic cart.
Oh, let me be humble at my best.
And see their talent in all its fine glory.
Put me to the Muses hardest test!
That I pen a poem, never to be sorry.
Above all, save me from my own pomposity.
For 'tis too easy, with pride to be bent.
Save me from thoughts of my own grandiosity.
Sitting alone in pride's lonesome tent.
February 24, 2020
11 am PST
Two riding on a single
Man! How fast that bike will go
Down the hill around the curve
Blow wind blow
At the very bottom piled up
In a culvert drain
In great agony and pain
Totally distained
Crumpled metal, torn clothes
Bleeding and blood stains
Harsh words from parents
Tears as soap and water cleaned
All the cuts and bruises
And clothes that had to be changed
What an ending to Christmas
The joy of Santa's gift
Lying dented and scuffed bent
Beside the porch needing to be fixed
heave bursts from lips can both injure or heal
harsh words strike deep the bayonet’s metal
while kind words stroke soft as a rose petal
floral scent~ gardener’s sweeter appeal
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on March 4, 2020 for contest KIND INK sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Brown eyes so deep with anger and pain yet, so hypnotising and sweet they
tempt my soul.
Lips so soft and warm, such harsh words for such gentle lips. Kiss me so I can
feel your pain.
An embrace so safe and secure that could crush you and destroy that which is
oh so pure- hold me closley.
I feel your heart,
I hear your breath,
I know there is love inside.
A sculptured body, skin of a king, I see you in my dreams-I feel you when you are
away.
If only you loved me with a heart that's pure.
If only you'd let me in so I could love you,
forever and ever,
my strong black man...
Your harsh words
Your morbid silence
Your dirty looks
Your dark violence
Will bend me
Will bend me
But I will not break!
Your stinging sarcasm
Your childish spite
Your evil meanness
Your brutish might
Will make me flicker
Will make me flicker
But I will not go out!
Your cold indifference
Your devious lies
Your stubborn pride
Your sad disguise
Will make me wither
Will make me wither
But I will not fall!
You may bruise me
You may abuse me
You may taunt me
You may haunt me
You may strike me
You may dislike me
You may wonder why
Though so hard you try...
I will never
I will NEVER
Lay down and die!
Jade
This is a repost of a poem I wrote long time ago here. It only got one comment. I felt the need to repost it. One of my favorite Bible verses is found in Isaiah 42:3. Like a candle about to burn out, or a reed about to break, I feel that I am bent low....But he will not let me break.
a bruised reed he will not break,
and a faintly burning wick he will not quench;
he will faithfully bring forth justice
Walking on the streets out there
With the little baggage they own,
They walk everywhere
With no where to call home
They are homeless
Who struggles every day
For food and shelter
It's always a battle to pay
They beg for money
To buy food or hot drink
And it's really not funny
If you take time to think
So don't utter harsh words to them
Their future's looking dim.
I used to wish I made a difference in his ife,
I thought it possible, since I was labeled his wife.
But it is sad to admit that I'm just being used,
I'm constantly treated poorly and verbally abused.
I have lost the joy of waking everyday,
Now in my spare time I quietly pray.
I ask for strength to be strong and make it stop,
But when comes home from work, my heart will drop.
Nervousness and feeling constant fear is all I know,
He always hurts me emotionally, it feels like a hard blow.
At his feet I beg to have that life I deserve and need,
But he tells me I'm selfish and full of greed.
Why does he see me in such a bad light,
I began to pray that my soul is taken during the night.
But the morning comes and I deal with another day,
Of sadness and listening to the harsh words that he'll say.
I walk alone in this world of sadness and misery,
No one knows what I deal with because I'll never let them see.
Sitting here all alone
Getting lost in my head
Wandering off in the fields of your game
Soaked by the pouring rain of your lies
Burned by the pain spreading like a wild fire
Silent tears aflow speeding down to lakes
I am left stranded on the brink of drowning
alone
Lost in my dark world
Dwelling on the past
Letting anger boiling in my heart
My mind is on fire spitting harsh words
I am miles away from forgiving
Time speeds away and tomorrow becomes today
Still you are rewinded in my head
And time and again sitting in my own pool of tears
Never realized how much precious time had slipped away stealing a piece of me into damnation
I am hurt
I am broken
I am sad
And I am worn out
So today I am going to care for me
I am forgiving you to fade out of my mind
From this day on you are a memory of a well learned lesson
Today I am walking with my head up
and smile like I just received a box of Macadamia chocolate
I am free and I'm gonna love me more
Peace out...
Smile
Akkina R Downing
6-20-17
Storm of hearts
You can see in her eyes, there's a storm in her heart
Accusations boom in verbal sonic thunder
Rains flood her sullen cheeks, as her levees break apart
Harsh words cut deep, now her heart is sawed asunder
Lightning flashes strike at the heart of a matter
Polar winds collide, meeting the heated Gulf Stream
Violent winds, reveal truth, causing hearts to shatter
Twisting tornadoes churning nightmares from sweet dreams
Hurtful words sting her face, like an icy hailstorm
With deceitful lies, you camouflage your blunder
Betrayal detected as love's radar informs
Tsunami waves of guilt crash, and pull you under
Fits of jealousy raging like a hurricane
When trust is broken, life can never be the same
John Derek Hamilton
July 28,2017
"Instead of expressing exasperation, think toleration."
~ by poet
I find that I've become impatient with people who seem dense
and it only serves to frustrate me with an ire too often intense.
Sometimes, under my breath, I hear the words I'm mumbling,
"Why can't you understand this?" Then, I realize I'm grumbling.
I'm just a lowly human without a trace of Divinity to be found
so, I should be more humble, for I've not been royally crowned.
"Be tolerant," my heart whispers to my soul, as if it could hear.
"And be mindful," it said to my tongue, "words can bring tears."
I really should listen with more compassion and less askance.
I've no right to judge others. I don't know their life's circumstance.
Swallowing harsh words is a taste I should learn to find sweet
and conquer the bitterness of retorts... intolerance then I'd defeat.
People are not chess pawns that I can push around on a board,
and leniency should be allowed them across every stream I ford.
I don't control who walks the bridge with opinions of their own.
It's their right to have them, even if they're ones I don't condone.
I'll pursue being more tolerant of others and give them respect
and be sincerely diligent about this as a goal I should not neglect.
Banging my forehead against the Bible
I don't want to blame nobody
I can't even blame myself
I hope God you hear my call
but you never seem to be on time when I need you today God
Today I decided to put on the red lipstick and the red dress and stuck my
leg out and let 10 men pulled up and do what they wanted
I made 20,000 that night
Yeah it hurt God
But I called you and still no answer
Again God you where late
Thy shall not Prostitute
One of your commands that's not listed for people to see
Today I went to church and ask for help and they could not help
Once again I called on you
and you still did not answer
I even took the time to read the Bible
Still no answer from you
I'am sitting here with 20,000 in my pocket
Today I decide to go get something to eat
A lady approach me and said
Did your God help you yet
That hurt God
You could of warned me that she was going to say those harsh words
So I left and ate dinner at another places
Today I called on you again
and no answer
I waited waited and waited
for you to answer
So today I decide to become a drug dealer
My first day I made 2,000
The second day I made 5,000
The third day I made 30,000 dollars
I went to church on Fourth day and prayed
Again still no answer from you
I love you God even when you didn't answer
I know you can also be a jealous God
I just wanted tell you that
there's no need to be jealous of me
because you are the one who made me
In the Bible it states that you love all sinners
I have a question for you God
Do you still love me
Now that I'am a sinner
By; Shaniki Smith
Date Written July 28, 2016
Released July 30, 2016
This poem is not about anyone or anybody
This poem should be read by those who are 21 age up...
Here are my thoughts;
Put down to paper,
Here are my memories;
Written in stone,
Here are the words;
I left unspoken,
Here are the feelings;
That I left alone.
You've always managed;
To steal my stare,
You've always managed;
To make me smile,
You've always managed;
To look so beautiful,
You've always managed;
To seem versatile.
You've never hurt me;
With harsh words,
You've never hurt me;
With a broken truth,
You've never hurt me;
With sticks or stones,
You've never hurt me;
Throughout our youth.
We've always been friends;
Despite the rumors,
We've always been friends;
Despite the years,
We've always been friends;
Despite the lies,
We've always been friends;
Despite the tears.
We always see each other;
Yet, we don't speak our true feelings,
We always see each other;
Yet, the mystery's never broken,
We always see each other;
Yet, our thoughts are withheld,
We always see each other;
Yet, these words are unspoken...?
This is me
Laid out before you
Exposed
Naked
Nothing to shield me from your eyes
What do you see
Who am I to you
Do you see the holes in me
Can you see the missing pieces
I am not what you see
I am not who you think I am
I am many things you’ll never know
I hide behind kind eyes
And friendly smile
They shield me from your judgments
I am sensitive
I quietly absorb the critiques
And harsh words
I feel your glares
They cut me deep
I weep silently for missing parts of me
That no one will ever know about
I wander the woods in solitude
Wondering why who I am bothers you
Why do you care that I write
That I love
Who I give my love to
Do you care that my heart is broken
Lost love
Kept secret
Why does my daily routine bother you
I am normal
To me
You should be more like me
Is what I think
Inside my head
Move like me
Think like me
eat like me
live like me
I am me
I am normal
To me
Not to you
Do you see my tears fall
On these quite walks
As I put down tobacco
And say my prayer
Hoping that somehow
My words find the creator
And he gets them where they need to be
I am not a big dumb animal
I am not a beast of burden
I am not hard and unfeeling
I am me
A free thinker
Scared to voice his thoughts
Actions scream louder
Than anything you can say
I’ve shown myself to one
To that one soul
Where did it get me
Damaged
Destroyed
Wrecked
Judged
Judged by you
You’ll never quite understand
Because you’ll always see what you see
And I’ll always be me