Best Humiliating Poems
Be strong in your beliefs and opinions
Give and receive them respectfully
Discuss , debate, disagree ,
Devoid of anger and intimidation
Be polite and behave graciously
Don’t try and change opinions
Or what others believe
With intimidation and insults
Just amicably disagree
Why the desire to be hurtful
Trying to out-speak and outdo
Using sarcasm just to be heard
Desperate for control and that final word
Stop being childish and hateful
Bullying is not a game
Spewing ugly vindictive words
Is not the way to make positive change
Insecurities play a part with bullies
Due to lack of self worth and self esteem
Feeling stronger in who they are
When humiliating and simply being mean
Strive for a better way
Strive for a more positive you
There are no wrongs or rights
Just different points of view
Try kindness and compassion
Seek qualities in your fellow mankind
Don’t engage in belittling interactions
Igniting troubled minds
Life is not a competition
A constant game of tit for tat
Being confrontational and critical
Is not the way decent humans act
You have created your own personal battle field
Fuelled by antagonism and controversy
It must be so emotionally draining
Being consumed with malice and negativity
I was the object of your affection,
Useful for a time;
Lost in the ritual of loving
The man I thought you were.
How much of me did I give you
In the gardens that tumbled over the wall?
In the home that was your castle
Where the inner layers of my being
Lay exposed, vulnerable and imperfect?
You took all that filled your own need
And left me devalued in humiliating silence
While you manipulated your scraps of power.
Your love was the fantasy of possessing
All that gives your existence meaning;
Your illusions trampled the passion
Tenderness and trust that was yours alone.
With what do you fill the hollow inner spaces
Of your being? Hiding behind the mask of greed;
Unwilling or unable to grasp the anguish
Of those who bear the consequence
Of your flawed decisions.
Those who have no choice; the victims
That get in the way of your eagerness
To continue your dance
With the harlots of commerce.
And I am alone,
With the whispers of deprivation and denial.
Processing the pain of what I am
Who I was and what I might become
Between the no longer and the not yet,
Can I run fast enough to be me again
In this world where the mirage of being
Becomes ever more elusive?
She remained silent amidst the squeaks of the bats
Sleeping on the hostel bed, she dreamt of winging like a dove.
Her tears were blended with the blood of her chopped childhood.
Her mother's lap seemed to be the only place away from humiliating world.
Rain drops never fell on her umbrella and her feet never peddled a bicycle.
The winter snow never kissed her blanket and her only companion was her mom.
When she cracked jokes, her back was badly bruised.
Relishing the taste of her favorite chocolate made her starve that night.
When her friends danced in rain, she feared the thunders.
Watching her favorite TV show turned her a dark room prisoner.
The telephone in the boarding house never sang her name.
Saturday evenings never welcomed her into the visitor's room.
Her honey dipped concerts never sweetened the souls of her beloved.
Bed time stories never quietened her panicked breath.
Her questions were unanswered
Her screams were unheard
Her jokes were uncelebrated
Her pains were unattended.
Slowly,
Her sensitive heart was replaced by a sensible mind
Her unsung emotions turned into powerful words.
Her immense thirst for affection ended as she embraced and drank the juices of self love.
Years of her inner struggle finally endowed her with buoyant wings.
That innocent soul who was once called a thief,
Now stole a million hearts with her ink.
The wings beat against the cage
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim
The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung
The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge
Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms
steamily blows a cloud of smoke
A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence
Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn
Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne
Inside this isolation un-embellished
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors
Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair
Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges
Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice
The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
The wings beat against the cage
in an urgent frenzy tormented never defeated
within this half twilight zone of slow crawling time held victim
The allure of consequences nevertheless feeding the flames
where conscious thought and lucid emotions die
slowly singed away remains at the bottom rung
The wisest transaction is the covenant never made and openly denied
decadence should never be answered once a pulls so strong
becomes injured with pride in alacrity's foretaste for knowledge
Where even the wind no longer breathes urgent
madness with passions trait as the grand tempest storms
steamily blows a cloud of smoke
A haunting being hunts darkness pushing boundaries
towards cold unadorned blue abandoned
holding the oceans spheres in restless silence
Restrained darkness meets light but never crosses over
the divide scratching at a spirit so forlorn
restraint comes naturally to the craggy and torn
Under the echoes of a lion's roar
A thousand tears can never mourn
the destruction and sad beauty that you have borne
Inside this isolation un-embellished
Under an austere atmosphere
holds the wings of time imprisoned factors
Destinies commander oh so damaged in this stunted wasteland of emotion's
conception becoming the unconsecrated norm in an un-heeding barrier
where realisations stammer unknowingly into the humiliating wit of despair
Which darkens the very soul blindfolded
The overture of the dove dances on as vigilant oracle of peace
the internal struggles of temperament challenges
Memorable moments within the spirit quest
fear and love wrapped up in a sorrowful wanting
yearning which hurts without choice
The pinnacles of reconciliation
and the fragile stirring of wings
wanting to fly is the verdict yet to come
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when they take their afternoon tea together!
The long-suffering kitty must find it hard to understand,
Why it must submit to her every mortifying demand,
'Specially when she places a silly bonnet upon its head!
(It would much prefer that she'd scratch its ears instead!)
She dresses it in a frilly frock and parades it in her pram,
Swaddled in fancy blankets. Oh, what a ridiculous sham!
Most humiliating of all is seeing the inscrutable smirks,
And hearing the catty jibes of alley cats - those ordinary jerks!
She insists that it take tea with a bib tucked 'neath its chin.
For table-mates a chatty doll and scowling bear to its chagrin!
It patiently waits for its bowl of milk to be properly served.
It abhors the many social graces that must be observed!
Though it suffers through the little girl's many dreadful schemes,
It loves to snuggle among her golden curls as she dreams.
It softly purrs in her ear as its little friend goes to sleep,
Making sure that she is safe - only then does it fall asleep!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I used to be so optimistic
Now, I feel like a pathetic stranger
I used to be so enthusiastic
I have to deal with more danger…
Now I am
Lacking potential,
strength and intelligence
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
My bones are out of joint
There’s no more room for happiness
All of my joy is faltering…
As I hear you hollering
You pushed me around like some worthless door
I stand up for myself and face my fears
All I hear is your jeers
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
Don’t weigh me down…you’re as cruel as gravity
You demolished my sanity
I’m pushing forward…never looking down
‘Cause when I do look down, I can’t help but frown
I must get out of here…
Before I get swallowed up in my fear
Of losing this battle…of uncertainty
Don’t bottle up tainted misery
I keep telling you, “There’s always tomorrow
To do what you love to do best…just rest,
Darling…please, hear me out!”
You just turn the other way
I suppose today was a humiliating day
I see you run away…
I used to be a cheerful kid
I used to be a real bad boy
But, now I am
Mature enough to face my consequences
I used to be so courageous
I used to be such a genius
But, now I am
Guilty for letting go of my innocence…
I wept silently…tears bounce off my eyes
These voices in my head are telling me lies
But, now I am
Close to my breaking point
I used to chase after you, but I’d rather not…
I didn’t mean to leave you to rot
I got to leave this wretched place
Because when I ARRIVED, I felt like a disgrace
I’m planted on the spot
Now, there’s no way to leave this terrible,
Terrible lot
I’ll never forget what's her name
She bought the teaching profession to shame
Humiliating me in front of the class
Her red ink comments always so crass!
This woman was a history teacher
but such a nasty vindictive creature
As a child right from the start
I was never much good at art
We all have our talents I know
And I did give the art work a go
But drawing is not my forte
And it let me down badly this day
The lesson filled me with fear
We were learning about Boudica
I attempted my best to draw
Yet this was the comment I saw
“Boudica did not fight Martians!”
She was poking fun at my expense
I left the classroom feeling so tense
So it was never a great mystery
When I didn’t opt to study history!
It’s been therapeutic to write
This poem to put over my plight
That a child should never be put down
By a teacher who acts like a clown!
*This is a true story and I only threw the book away when we moved house!!
Based on the English pronunciation of the name which is like bow-de-seer
I'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT'S HIS NAME (OR HER NAME) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
9/16/19
Finally,
After several decades of heroic battles, which, unfortunately,
Most have ended in innumerable humiliating defeats,
Proud is he his freedom to declare today
For
At last, he succeeded in subjugating all his passions and
By doing so, he triumphantly took over, the control of
Himself!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 June 2022
Lightning and thunder did clash
In ventricles within my heart
Vying whether to lash
At every part
That feels emotions
In hearts of dames
Whose love motions and portions
Laid claims
To the indifference my heart felt
When Hazel Fidelia ended our engagement
In July nineteen seventy seven to melt
The betrothal arrangement
I thought made in Heaven
Until my polychrome
World came undone
In a moment of total madness and sadness whose home
I ransacked painting all women black
Cos their kind acted irrationally in spirit
As Fidelia in a rubbish pack
Dumped the love writ
We’d so carefully crafted over several years spanning back to college
Days where I first spied the svelte gazelle
I desired in marriage
But of course a spell
Cast by an invisible hand
Made sure I ate humble pie
Of the most humiliating brand
Giving my heart no space to sigh as though I was condemned alive to die
Humiliated
Empty handed
Denunciated
Loveless landed
Fearing for the heart torn into
Whose emotional system though frail
Determined to go on without breaking into two
Or going off the love rail
Or separating body from mind
In a scenario thrown into disarray
Wondering if as legend has it love truly blind couldn’t find
Room in my aching heart to shine a beam of limpid light without further delay.
Random moments drip liquid chronicles through my mind. In still moments, there are quiet images, bold and brilliant, baking their shadows into my dreams. I’m in a sea of brokenness, feeding on sins I once lived with, branded by burdens I can’t speak of. Illusions whisper dark and dismal songs that shame and disgrace, humiliating me so that I can’t see the hope for the hopelessness as it bleeds its negativity into my dreams, haunting me and depressing the waters of faith that wants me to believe, just believe. While the soundless waters wash over me, cleansing me of the light that longs to penetrate my needs, embrace me with its magnificence, create in me – assurance that this too shall pass. Yes. Nothing this broken will last. The rocky seas will return to their soothing, healing, blessing. Time will encourage me to see past the past where I was once so empty of reason and remind me to see into the present where Jesus is slowly erasing every trace of the blackness that tries to darken my mind with a self-destructive imagination.
reflections of grace,
bonds are broken, doors opened,
by His warm embrace
One sex can't survive without the other
Every living thing must mate with another
Women need a loving man so they can procreate
Love is the operative word in this debate
If this did not happen
Which was God's Almighty Plan
Answer this question
Who is equal, WOMAN or MAN
I fail to understand why people are still debating
Who is equal to who, I find this humiliating
People are all people whatever sex they are
All this kerfuffle is taking things too far
I don't need to be equal, equal to whom
We come into this world from our mother's womb
We are part of God's Eternal Plan
Equal in every way WOMAN or MAN
20.1.2020 Shirley Hawkins
Poetry Soup Contest
Kia Michael Neumann
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of feminity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste feminity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
however will burn candles
and raise issue nation wide
on death of upper caste women
died enjoying night party
such feminists who glee
in distributing pink panty
for women’s right to party
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
…raHUL
Cruel
Cross
Suffering
Cross
Painful
Cross
Humiliating
Cross
"But he was wounded for our transgressions
He was bruised for our iniquities
The chastisement of our peace was upon him
And with His stripes we are healed"
The cost
Of Cross
Equaled
Forgiveness
Mercy
Healing
Peace
Eternal life
Quotation marks: Isaiah 53:5
Transgression means to revolt, rebel, sin against human or divine authority
Like if I deliberately step on your foot with the intent to hurt you_
Iniquities means sin, wickedness, often with the focus with the guilt or liability incurred
Love knows no boundaries
Whether it sets where the rainbow ends
Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean?
Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun
Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean
Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley
No one could ever guess
Love knows no boundaries
Its language is appreciated by a generous heart
The work extends to the deprived and desperate
The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief
Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty
A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weakness
Love knows no boundaries
To forgive even how deep the wound sores
To expect the best what is around the bend
To look for fire when ember of hope is dying
To feel the warmth in the coldest night
And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might
Love knows no boundaries
It stays in stale air, to purify
It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes
It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor
It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again
It lightens the way when the road is long and
When the travel is rough
How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but
my human limitations incapacitate me..
My imperfections come short to describe a Perfect One...