Best Hypercritical Poems
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. Then my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 12 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that I’m a contrite and lowly spirit,
with innate hopes as a child of God that His
eyes will only see a gentle and broken spirit.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to
severe childhood trauma, and as such, it is
necessary to speak to me as if I were a Child!
I confess to praying most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word:
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to
sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung
around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.” Mark 9:42.
Categories:
hypercritical, abuse, bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to severe
childhood trauma and domestic violence, and as such,
it is necessary to speak to me as if I'm a Child!
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 13 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. And my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that my broken spirit sought fairness and
kindness from everyone who I crossed paths with
but instead I found solitary condemnation.
I confess to pleading most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word!
Categories:
hypercritical, abuse, bullying, child abuse,
Form:
Free verse
sista you were the person i admired the most
you always came out on top others weren't even close
you took on the pressure of any situation
the role you took was without hesitation
i felt that i would always need you for guidance
i looked at you as my secret alliance
there were times i felt you were unfair about lots of things
but you taught me thats all life means
you started growing older and wiser
i started seeing a house full of liars
it was six kids in a house no father no mother
it was like all we had was each other
man please that was a big front da whole time
you left da house with just a drop of a dime
fights breakin out between you mama and daddy
everytime ya'll fought it was over somethin petty
our daddy wasn't nothin
mama felt she had to become somethin
wen you moved out it was the best thing for you
but what about us we was struggling too
wen daddy finally came back into the picture we had to go
then here you come cuz you wanna use us sum moe
wen daddy came back mama left
ya'll robbed me personally of happiness it was known theft
well that was the past lets take a look at the present
mama and daddy here sorta i guess thats a blessin
im eighteen years old and now you tryin to interfere in my life
where were you when i needed advice
im the only one in our family doin the best with what i got
everybody is havin the luck when all i have is the have not
sista how could you agree with me one minute cuz our situations is similar
and when you get on all of sudden my choice in your eye's has gone dimmer
you so hypercritical i will never take your advice
it dont matter if you think it could save my life
i dont hate you i just despise you a lot
im not a toy you get out the cracker jack box
when i move away i will not open my mouth to tell you or anybody else where
i'll be ok cuz im with somebody who actually cares
man ma life just went through a twista
but thanks for savin me "sista"?
Categories:
hypercritical, familyhouse, me, house, life,
Form:
Rhyme
America is Dying Babylon is Falling
And the spirit took me up
I lost my breathe
all that's left
Is to slip of the cup
Gods holy name I no more defile
I'll walk steadfast upward getting out of the bile
No more abominations
I am committed to rebirthing this nation
Ungodly men standing for
Spiritual cremation
I stand inflated
Forms of Godliness debated
Hypercritical
Altars afar off
Off with the heads of those lions
America is dying
Babylon is falling
12/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
hypercritical, allusion, america, analogy, community,
Form:
Free verse
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Categories:
hypercritical, anxiety, fear, sick,
Form:
Lyric
Were living in troubled times elevated by hypercritical self-righteous minds,
that use the lords name for condoning a number of sin based crimes
Revelation continues to show these signs
forgotten seems is the word; that we are all of one flock, of one herd to fight
against and kill one another using our heavenly father’s word; for the lord has
said is absurd
the lord gave his life not for people to use his majestic might; in a selfish
personal crusade bleeding us from the beauty our savior gave, but to ensure that
from our sins we were all saved, remember the beautiful life he gave and that
truly through him all are saved
keep the faith
Categories:
hypercritical, faith, life,
Form:
What an experience?
So monological your
days were,
so hypercritical was
your then,
so hypocritical was
your pains, were
when,
very analogical was
your sorrow went,
in moan and swone
your definition was
sent.
your name and your
fame had no meaning
but a shame meant,
you had no happiness
except the ones you
usually rent most
times in torrent.
Amazing speaks of
your unfathom
testimony,
in it time killing made
your success a snap
amp.
YESTERDAY IS A
STORY WORKOUT THE
UNWRITTEN HISTORY!
Categories:
hypercritical, absence
Form:
ABC
I was not born into sin,
Neither as a babe in arms was I wicked.
There is no place reserved in a Hell for me as a non believer or in the religious corral you force our people into through fear and threat for their seemly condemned souls mortality .
As I place my feet upon this earth and listen to my natural environment I hear and feel those needed answers to any questions I may ask .
Harm none is my Faith,
My mantra is To Embrace this living and those whom I will walk with 'and those who would walk with me .
For my life journey I shall endeavour to Show and do kind actions toward others and all living things, Always seeking the pure inward truth and not manufactured outward belief.
No ancient text from any land and time faraway shall dictate my character or actions .
No partaking of any ritual do I need to stand before you now
And tell you that I am free to choose peace and kindness ,
these will always tower above your oppressions, manipulation and perversion .
Do you really think the great all and everything sanctions your lies and cruelty ,
Why dose your interpretation of a peaceful deity spurn you on to the persecution of
others
Or could it be you just like it ?.
Female and male is the universal divine and essential balance which creation demands,
not demeaning segregation which Inturn fuels half truths and prejudice .
Blind as the darkest night you are,
A preaching heathen pushing your hypercritical views upon the weak Causing war to stir and writhe incessantly.
If purgatory be somewhere for those who are most in need of redemption,
"then your place is secure".
Categories:
hypercritical, atheist, character, courage,
Form:
Epic
Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy!
Now that's hardly a nice thing to do.
There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone,
that are more admirably suited to chew.
I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy.
You might easily have done something worse,
but there are things in this world, which, not done up,
lead one all too soon to a hearse.
Categories:
hypercritical, animal, dog, pets,
Form:
Light Verse
Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath
though many are quite loath
to try to save older folk --
They view the oath as a joke
Politicians also take an oath
A 'Hypercritical Hypocritical' Vow
To blast anyone who dares ask why
He should believe their outright lies
Categories:
hypercritical, health, integrity, old, political,
Form:
Rhyme
If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament,
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of infidelity,
obscene and obscured.
hearts are devoured,
blood thirsty, and I want more.
A monster lives inside of me.
Indecisions and he not sure,
If I'm the cause of all his debility.
I refuse to feed him more.
A loss of all my faculties.
He is obscene and I'm obscured
Categories:
hypercritical, conflict, horror, mystery, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
Dear disguised friend, you had me defending what
I wrote bringing me back to past sadness I had long
overcome causing me to second guess my triumphs.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Oh, my, unexpected foe, “when you read my poems
you wrongly judged me, and in a demeaning tone
shouted, “Do you ever write poems that are not sad?”
When I told you about the many hopeless
survivors that I have helped with my
writings you scoffed at me!
What I overcame and fought through would
bring you to your knees so it is time for you to
silence your hypercritical attacks and criticism.
With God by my side, I’m better now, but you
sought to remind me of forgotten pain instead
of praising me for showing strength and courage.
Still, you insist on pretending to be judge, jury and
executioner with harsh remarks and judgments
seeking to dismantle, disparage and destroy.
Please be aware, the worst insult for an abused
child is accusing them of having some sort of
blame for the pain and suffering they endured!
How misguided, misinformed and mistaken are you!
It’s undoubtedly your failings and insecurities that
have caused these flawed and bias opinions.
In a hurtful negligence, you did not read my poetry
with empathy or even the slightest kindness, instead
you sought to tear me down for what I wrote.
My poems are a testament to my resolve and
courage in the way I pulled myself out of the
depths of despair while trusting in God’s grace.
Now, you can sit with your insular prejudice,
false accusations, and emptiness as it should
be for your absolute intolerance.
Today, you can be rest assured God will take my
hand one last time lifting me up into the Heavens
to be with my beloved Mother, Aunts and pets.
Unequivocally, I am Stronger Than You Think
and I have survived more in one moment than
you have in your entire Lifetime!
Categories:
hypercritical, abuse, anti bullying, child
Form:
Free verse
Resisting The Repression
Competition between a brother and sister
Rendition of an eighties song all about how much he miss her
War of attrition between two countries facing off without a resister
Ambition of an Olympian to only on race day end up with a blister
Loneliness creeping in before twightlight starts to break and linger
Ghostliness of a past love coming back like a harbinger
Cosiness of a warmth so engrained it lasts throughout the winter
Holiness of a man ordained with the essence of God in his little finger
Warning all who sit in comfort to stretch out beyond their horizons
Forming all the combinations but still required to sleep with the lights on
Storming through the degradation of more arguments to be right on
Mourning the loss of innocence as I’m forced to find a corner with which to fight from
Objectification of a woman by a powerful CEO
Rectification of a statement that would never have passed “go”
Unification of a people who they never wanted to know
Stupefaction of a system that is only there for show
Culmination of a problem as we sit behind screens in isolation
Rumination of a mind inclined to introspective observations
Declaration of a manifesto by a twisted mass shooter caught before the devastation
Aberration of the justice system as the innocent go without advocation
Sociopolitical violence everywhere you hate to look
Hypercritical eyes inside my silence as they analyse a new controversial book
Parasitical environmental activists looking for the next media stunt to hook
Neurotypical minds that are inclined to complain and then to sook
Elimination of the pain that resides in each passing new moment
Annotation of the grammar as I consider the next component
Liberation of a race that has lived under the rule of a tyrant
Consideration of all the elements predicting the next inquirement
Lamentation of the time that’s passed while reluctantly convalescing
Fragmentation of a life that’s lost while psychologically regressing
Cancellation of a genius comedian speaking the truth just like confessing
Aberration at this cultural shift as I I’ll be resisting all this repressing
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Categories:
hypercritical, life,
Form:
Rhyme