Best Ill Treated Poems
Sustained by the frequent spring showers
Adorned by rosettes of dark green
They burst into dense yellow flowers
The florets parading their sheen.
They sway to sensations of pleasure
The rhythmic allure of the breeze
Then rest in the evening at leisure,
Appear every day to increase.
But soon comes the time for reversal
The petals are destined to dry,
Then globules of seeds for dispersal
To nature’s intentions comply.
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This poem merits to win for the simple reason that
dandelions are ill-treated and spoken of badly by
many people, little realizing the beauty and good points
which they have to share with us.
Placed 3rd in Richard Lamoureux's contest
© 12th April 2019
Categories:
ill treated, flower, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
The wind blows softly over the lonely,
The suffering think of themselves only.
A world of chaos, racism, and turmoil,
Utmost egomanias spoil our toil.
An old man groans, no decent place to live,
Are there relatives? No comfort to give?
Blow softly oh lonely wind, they care not,
They are comfortable, and all forgot.
Somewhere a child is crying his heart out,
Can anyone guess what it's all about?
Is the child hungry, lost, or cast aside?
Much abused, ill-treated, or love denied?
There are millions of cries heard on the wind,
Alas no one bothers: is man unkind?
Categories:
ill treated, pain, poverty,
Form:
Sonnet
three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
Categories:
ill treated, abuse, addiction, childhood, drug,
Form:
Free verse
When Thy Heart And Soul Have Both Been Fleeced
When thy heart and soul have both been fleeced
world shattered, thy hidden demons released,
canyons of whirling circles in night dreams
dark rules, no saving light left that redeems.
Life raped, your sanctuary invaded,
joy for epic pains were thus dark-traded
truth is, Hope has yet to be defeated,
shall not be, if Love is not ill-treated.
Look up! Bright sun still shines upon thy head
Spring is golden, gleaming roses are red,
world kicked hard but races on as before
lift thy head, open eyes, walk through that door.
When all is said and done, know this reward
greater that gift when life faced was so hard.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-15- 1979
Sonnet, ( Tough Nut To Crack, When Has Been Fire Tested)
Categories:
ill treated, character, conflict, growth, inspirational,
Form:
Sonnet
I can't wipe past betrayals away;
those transgressions are here to stay.
And while love holds no guarantee;
at the very least, trust in me.
Failing to reconcile old fears,
questioning love brings only tears.
And building emotional walls,
you ignore the truth when it calls.
Your fears choreograph each move
as if I've something to prove.
And as doubt denigrates your mood,
you act insane, getting unglued.
You think you're being ill-treated;
cursing your fate, you feel cheated.
And sounding completely deranged,
insults get angrily exchanged.
Armed with lies and a bruised ego;
you recoil, the wounded hero.
You don't give love, only receive;
and, in truth, constantly deceive.
When will you ever trust again,
put yours aside, and feel my pain?
Sullying my dreams with regret,
you're losing my love and respect.
Categories:
ill treated, angst, emotions, feelings, hurt,
Form:
Rhyme
In Little Whinging, Privet Drive,
around the bend at Number Four
is sighted, strikingly alive,
a tabby cat not seen before.
Her interests vary from her kind’s -
she does not mind the scuttling rat
Behind a battered bin she finds
some shade. (They think she just gets fat).
But
After dark a cat’s a tiger -
this one’s waiting for a boy
not to pounce on - far from her
intentions. This child gives her joy.
No one spots a vanished cat. -
from where her bracing figure lay
a lady rose in robe and hat,
looked up and gestured, walked away.
She swore to guard his life and name
from all things dark and horrible
This silent storm left as she came
She went by name McGonagall.
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Tribute to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts from Harry Potter. She was a cat Animagus - so literally a Cat Lady
This is when she waits for Hagrid to bring infant Harry to his aunt's family home after the death of his parents, where he is ill-treated and will stay until 11.
THE TRANSFIGURATION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP3MKL5XBIY -The relevant part begins at 0:50
Categories:
ill treated, animal, cat, love, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
God Made Me A Smooth Thorn,
Poking The Eyes Of My Neighbors,
Oh They Despise Me; So They Envy My Black,
See I'm Beautiful Yet Filled With Simplicity,
I Walk Earth Like Any Other Living Creature,
Honestly I Think Above And Beyond Stature,
Cause I am A Confederate Of Good Nature-
I Breathe, Eat, Sleep- How Can I Not Deserve The Same Right?
As The White Man That Lives Across The Street-
My Color Might Be Different- Black
But My Black Is Worth Breathing,
And As Far As Worthiness Is Concerned, My Black Is Priceless.
I am A Simply Complex Beauty,
Thus Humanity Justifies- Thence A White Life;
Hath No Greater Value Then Mines-
So Why Am I Being Whipped?
Why Am I Made To Weep?
As My Father's And Mothers Stand Witnesses,
Why Am I Ill-treated?
Yes Mr. White, So What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Goes My Black Is Priceless;
See You Have Been Dragging Me;
Since I Was A Grandchild;
And Now That I am A Grandfather-
You Still Proceed To Humiliate Me,
I am Counting My Scars; Sparks Of Survival;
Yet You Fuel My Undying Heat;
Can't You See I'm Struggling To Contain, The Fires Inside,
But How Will I Still Hold It In;
When You Killed My Brother?
Yes He Was Black; Oh, Thus You Despise-
But He Was Also Advocate Of Humanity,
That Bit You Failed To See,
So How Can You Judge Me-
When I Start Acting Like A Monkey?
For You Think You're The Lion,
Won't I Retaliate The Only Possible Way That I Know-
Indeed My Color Is Different-
And I, As The Wounded Tiger; I Cry Silent,
But As Far As Worthiness Goes;
My Black Is Priceless.
There Still Are Reasons- I Contemplate About,
Why Do You Choose This Route?
To Treat Me Lesser Then You Treat Your Pet Dog-
You Incarcerated My Whole Generation,
Yet You Can't Tolerate The Few That Survived Your Obliteration,
I Realized You Can't Condone My Breathing,
As If You Are Violated By My Living-
Isn't That Your Reason To Why You Eliminate,
Everything That's My Strength And Power;
He Who Kills Family Killed Humanity;
See You Can't Stand My Beauty,
It Hurts You, It Taunts You, It Shows You Your Ugliness,
So You Resorted To Oppression-
Which I Believe Is Because; I am Black And Unfathomable;
So Mr. White, What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Concerned My Black Is Priceless.
Categories:
ill treated, abuse, allegory, america, anger,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
True talk heals,
When someone speaks,
The truth about my small mistakes
As human being ,
I feel much comfortable.
When someone speaks lies
About what I did not say or do,
I feel so downhearted.
Speaking the truth is my best drink
And I am addicted to it.
I have been hated ,
Attacked,
Ill-treated,
Excluded,
Challenged,
Tortured,
Terrorised,
Persecuted,
For speaking the truth on social media
And face to face dialogues.
Meeting of man with
Man generates nix,
Meeting of woman with
Woman gives nothing,
Meeting of man with
Woman produces Children.
How do you expect to get a future king or queen of England when men with men or women with women
marry each other?
Imagine when a top leader forces some people to do what he"she" can not do.
The scripture says ,
" Multiply on Earth"
reason why
Presidents,
Kings,
Queens,
Princes,
Princesses
Don't marry
gays
Joe Biden,
King Charles III,
Emmanuel Macron,
Vladimir Putin,
Jacob Zuma,
Cyril Ramaphosa,
Yuheri Museveni,
Barack Obama,
Xi Jinping,
Mndala Chimbalanga II,
Kim Jong-un
Are happy to be fathers
Because they have wives.
Some African countries were imposed
Some laws which seemed useless to them
And continued to obey what God said
in the scripture,
" Multiply on Earth"
I don't think same - sex marriage
To be part of the British
Culture and traditions
Because there is no King
or Queen
or Prince
or Princess
Of that royal traditional house
Who did such Marriage in their history.
Hope this truth
Will heal many
People on earth.
I love you all.
March 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
ill treated, 12th grade, england, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Third World War,
Who forget the main causes of the first
and second world wars?
If all the eyes still on African natural resources
How can we escape the really world war in the future?
I don't see different between people from many European countries and Russians in term of races
But I realise
they differ in opareting systems
which divide them mostly.
For the government of Russia to stand against injustice
in the World for many years,
it is after being victims of injustice.
Third World War,
It happened in many African countries,
different wars of some westerners
against themselves because of some interests.
many africans killed each others
behind different westerners
instead of coming to their senses
and United to fight for their lands.
many westerners set down, agreed how to rule
and share African natural resources
by excluding African leaders
in their coalition governments.
Third World War,
There always be secret wars of interests
in the World for many years
but Russians were not part of those invaded
and ill-treated Africans for centuries.
Yeah! There is no motive of race cards
When speaking about interests
in different deals.
Russian government helped Chinese and
many Asian nations to stand in the World.
most European and USA governments
continue to create troubles in Africa
to get cheap minerals resources.
Third World War,
There are many military bases of Russia,
U.S.A and France in Africa
All of them are world superpowers
behind interests.
African leaders must continue standing
with their people this time
As they are their superpowers.
Once betraying Africans for some outsiders
so called interests again,
third world war can start in Africa.
September 16/2023
Categories:
ill treated, 12th grade, africa, war,
Form:
Free verse
Once again a heart was broken,
Once again the tears flow..;
Once again a heart drowns..!!
Once again the life lost its glow;
Once again ma soul frowns..!!
Once again I feel like dead,
Once again thrown aside & left to rot..;
Once again it’s just me who’s hurt..!!
Once again I failed what I sought..;
Once again the mistake is of ma heart..!!
Once again a trust was broken,
Once again one is left alone..;
Once again the soul feels cheated..!!
Once again all the dreams blown;
Once again ma soul is ill-treated..!!
Once again a heart was broken,
Once again I feel like dead,
Once again a trust was broken;
Once again..!!
Categories:
ill treated, sadheart, heart, trust,
Form:
Although the place where the dead go is called the world beyond,
some say that it’s located underground while others say that it’s located in heaven above.
Since the world beyond is not the real world where you and I live,
it doesn’t make any difference whether you go to heaven above
or netherworld below
the majority of people, when their time comes,
whether they lived their lives virtuously or not,
they want to go to heaven rather than the underworld.
Because the underworld is dark, chilly and damp,
moreover, time doesn’t move forward but is still,
people suppose; heaven is warm, bright and beautiful
with seasonal changes in colorful sceneries.
The thing is, though may it be human nature to choose heaven,
to me, rather hard to comprehend is the one who asserts
that they are the ones who will enter heaven wearing
a garment smeared with covetousness and hide their deformed ugly heart in it.
Most men who allegedly say that they will go to heaven
are those unable to see their own blemishes, no matter how big
they may be, because they are so arrogant and self-centered.
Nevertheless, they spot other’s flaws so easily, no matter
how small they may be, and scold them severely because
they are self-righteous hypocrites.
They donate a fraction of great sums that they collected from
many tenderhearted good people in the name of God or of charity
and boast on themselves though they appropriate the rest of the large
sum for their purposes, as if they sacrificed a lot of their possessions and precious time, as if they were the most caring and understanding human beings.
Though they ill-treated their own parents they shamelessly tell others
to respect their parents, they are deceptive pretenders. They are men
able to trade their own brothers for any price without the pangs of conscience though they once swore before God that they would be faithful to their brothers.
For those human trashes insist that heaven is theirs though
the men who qualify to enter heaven humbly lower their head
without a word, perhaps Peter the owner of the key to heaven,
is troubled badly with men’s ignominies; it would force dignified rigorous Yama*,
the lord of hell, to smile a grim smile.
*Yama, the Chinese and Hindus King of Hell. Hades of the Buddhism.
Categories:
ill treated, allegory, death, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
I drink and it didn't seem to take away the pain
I give my heart away it always ends up being ill treated all is well
If I cast my pearls before swine they will still be getting trampled still
I do with my hands what others can't I'm all heart no talent no skill
I'm like a bird falling from its limb
I can't feel the bitter cold wind or feel sorry for myself
There's swords over my head, I'm numb to the pain,
That means I can't feel fear
Just like they sneak through Windows and kill children
Like we're felling more pain than Americans ever filled still
Categories:
ill treated, blue,
Form:
Unwritten absence,
Does silence speak?
Does silence fix problems?
A person who wants to conceive a good thought
He " she" can find a quiet place for meditation.
When it comes to ill-treated people ...
speaking out method...helps.
Why am I speaking this?
Why am I speaking that?
Why can I keep silent?
What can be the reason of owning a poetic pen
If I don't share pains of some folks through poetry?
Is there any rule which can condemn a servant God
when he " she" stands to speak for some folks?
Oh! love , loving just
and unjust people
It is happy
so happy to share
this short story
with many folks.
Unwritten absence of love and kindness,
A teen black girl participated at the schools
tournament of Ireland.
Their team reached final,
she was among the best players
who made the team to reach so far.
by surprise, only one black player could not get a medal.
Unwritten absence of happiness as she looked
at the cameraman when he was shooting
her colleagues with medals on their necks
on the podium
in the stadium,
Many people were laughing at her.
Imagine the trauma of this innocent black teenager
who played hard and
ended up being played
due to her skin colour.
Some adults continue to promote racial
discrimination on the face of the World.
Imagine the lesson the tournament organisers taught thousands of white teenagers who were present.
Didn't she have right for medal trophy
as they were winners?
Her parents sued the school for such injustice
The school principal and teachers ended up presenting many excuses.
Unwritten absence of respecting human rights,
as she was not the first black teen to be ill-treated and continue living with trauma. maltreatment always
wreak havoc on the lives of numerous folks.
Categories:
ill treated, 12th grade, angst, discrimination,
Form:
Free verse
"Illusions of Love"
Judged at every stage, condemned from the start,
Labelled and demonized—torn apart.
Mistreated, ill-treated, seen as a threat,
Running for safety but never safe yet.
Love, an illusion, elusive at best,
A dream we chase but never possess.
Mother, grandmother, lover, or wife—
All turn cold, cutting deep like a knife.
From society’s glare to the home’s dark gaze,
The criticism burns in a thousand cruel ways.
Words as a weapon, sharp as a scalpel,
Leaving us scarred, doubting our price.
How can we be good fathers, strong men of grace,
When the ones meant to hold us throw shame in our face?
Every embrace feels laced with disdain,
And hope fades under this unending pain.
The system is brutal, but what cuts even more,
Is seeking refuge in hearts turned cold.
Negative, bitter, vibrations that kill,
Turning love into poison, making joy stand still.
Judge, jury, executioner in every small fight,
Swift to emasculate, draining our light.
From living rooms to sidewalks, we’re stripped of our pride,
Nowhere to stand, nowhere to hide.
Mistreated, ill-treated, the cycle goes on,
The man disappears, and the boy is withdrawn.
Love becomes nothing but a dangerous snare,
A mirage in the desert, dissolving in thin air.
So when they ask why some of us can’t be good men—
Remember the shackles, the wounds deep within.
For a heart that’s been shattered by those it adored
Can never grow whole, when it’s always at war.
Categories:
ill treated, abuse, betrayal, black african
Form:
Spoken Word
The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
invasion, gang wars, homicide, scandals, scams, anarchy, chaos……!!!!
News scroll portrayed inert words and lifeless lines;
Cops, Judiciary, Politician and cataract Medias
all deserted the needy and drooped into silence.
Pleaded the ill-treated and oppressed among men, women and children whose
cry were “Our Lord!.. Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect,
and raise for us from You one who will help”.
Responded none,
But only the resonance;
Not a stern stride against,
Not a folded fist against,
Not a bold shout against,
Not even a broken heart against these mournful statuses.
The dark clouds of silence veiled the world,
Unable to hold the agony, the sky wept,
Drizzling and showering into fury adorned by the light and thunder,
Awakening the lifeless and rejuvenating the soulless;
Yet not the conscience of the,conscious, bi-legged.
All drooped as if doomed,
The benign angels too ceased the prayers of peace.
The query of the Most Merciful Lord
“Why don’t you…?”
Replied
“Verily, will not you change the state of people who do
in no way wish themselves to be so; then why us, in vain?”
Alas!!!, brought into action, severe ordeals by the Lord, the dreadful fire swept,
Drastic Tsunamis, trembling earthquakes, Hurricanes, famine, drought...
For, if it was The Sustainer and The Angels to revamp the planet;
then what the cause for the mankind to exist on earth…???
The shiver led to consciousness;
Come; arise for the helpless and suppressed,
Propagate virtue and demolish the vices;
For, neither Moses,
nor Jesus,
nor Daveed
nor Mohammed, (peace be upon them), to come,
to seize the hands of the culprit,
Rather, time awaits and longs you, Samaritans to do the verdict.
Know my friend It’s, “Miles to go before you sleep”
Now tell me, what shall I wish u...??
A Good Morning or Mourning…..!!!
And what do you wish and will for…???
Categories:
ill treated, faith, inspirational, philosophy, religion,
Form:
Free verse