Best Ineptness Poems
Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.
People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.
All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
know doubts occurrences of fearful disturbance
thoroughly unscrambles one’s confidence channel
Image deceit drips as falsely scented,
mixed with drops of fictive doubt,
to kidnap our splendid potential.
On and off, our truth wrestles doubt’s absolutes.
Since youth, most have fought that gloomy devil.
Categories:
ineptness, anxiety, character, confidence, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Just the thought of you
inspires me to heights
of grandiosity and elegance
You coerce me to create
writings, poems of distinction
indubitably perchance
How does this entrancing
energy transpose into art,
permutations of heights
drifting through ions
of transposition, toughness
circumcises deliverance
It's a mystical phenomenon
that's existed for ages,
from the inception
of humanity's ineptness
through the age of technology
bolstered by craters
of existential drifting
through generations
parallel to the Muse.
Categories:
ineptness, cool, emotions, inspirational, writing,
Form:
Free verse
This morning I rose to a somber beginning.
I watched a season of my life pass,
And beheld the dissipation of sentiment.
I despised the junction known and unwelcome,
And I tried to discern its meaning.
Is it to repudiate love and shared existence?
By rejecting the soul’s outcry and mate,
And joining the ignorance of the mind?
Is it a faint of heart around love?
By becoming a deserter of faith in love,
And assisting a pessimist of true love?
The morn passed in contemplation,
And the dawns after filled with agony.
Nevertheless, a glimpse of hope arose.
The emanation became anew and transformed.
Its ineptness regained its stamina,
Its spine became upright and unbroken,
And its fear exited being replaced by fortitude.
Love re-emerged in the dissipated areas,
Joy permeated the rejected soul,
And the mind’s ignorance severed it kinship.
I savored the harmony of my afternoon.
Categories:
ineptness, lost love, love
Form:
Romanticism
"Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future"
-Oscar Wilde
Saints aren’t always saints, sinners aren’t always sinners,
freedom comes with a price even when you’re ready-
Life can be a rummage of contending losers and winners,
yet aloof in the assessment of what is worthy or petty.
Saints are also sinners, sinners are also saints,
who are we to separate them from each other?
Many can take advantage of free will, others show restraint,
then just tell me, who are we to judge one another?
Saints can be saints, just as sinners can be sinners,
forget who we are let’s move past this comparison-
It’s like adjudicating who is fat and who is thinner,
when in reality we should all try to be good Samaritans.
There is a fine line between deeming whose better or worse,
after all, weren’t we all created with the choice of free will?
Yes, there is much evil in the world, but also good of course,
yet, society is unfortunately judged upon ineptness and skill.
To fill this world with notions of superiority or of trespassing-
is like saying there is no difference between hell and the everlasting.
October 28, 2016
Categories:
ineptness, sin, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Electromagnetic Radiation
Secretly – unbeknownst to me – you were holding out a light
of hope for me to see, to reach for, to bask in, some day.
If I had only the foresight, the insight, the wisdom to
have seen, to believe could become a reality some day.
You were / are the Angel that held the light of my essence
in the palm of Your, hand, so gentle yet strong.
I am so SORRY that I sentenced to death, to the grave,
that flame of hope – that in my stupidity had extinguished.
The Mist in Decay
Into the quagmire of, into the swampy dregs of
aloneness have I relegated my soul, my spirit –
to become trapped inside a forest of putrefying
driftwood images – lost forever the potential
for love from, or to love and have that love be desired.
Love is now left to rot, in the black arms of Hell’s
icy embrace ( forever and a day ) because of my lack
of wisdom, my lack of faith – in myself, my desirability –
in your motives, your reasons for keeping me at bay,
for continually pushing me away.
I am so SORRY Moneca, for my lack of wisdom,
for my lack of faith in any kind of future,
in were you stated you wanted to go with me,
in my blindness, my stupidity, my ineptness,
my perceived / projected insecurities.
I am SORRY that in my stupidity, I believed
that what you constantly conveyed to me
throughout our time together
- expressed verbally and in your physical reactions
to my attempts at expressing affection for you –
would not be seen through the veil of blind love .
I am SORRY that I believed in what you said to me,
what I thought was a truth, was a reality, was my fate.
I am SORRY !, I am sorry that I could not see,
would not see, did not see.
Love
Bill .
B. J. “A” 2
October 6th 2007
Categories:
ineptness, visionary, me, sorry, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Elevator, elevator
One of the most awkward places you can be
Standing, crowded much too close to me
Should you say hello or just keep to yourself?
So you stand there stiff resembling a doll on a shelf
Elevator, elevator
A sudden stench encompasses the whole box
People look around like they’ve caught the chicken pox
The air is thick with unease and irritability
Everyone’s in a rush, utilizing their capability
Elevator, elevator
After what seems to be millennia the box stops abruptly
Another stop, still standing waiting for the lobby
Irish man breaks the silence with a witty comment
Its just like the movies –elevator ineptness is his vent
Categories:
ineptness, emotions, humorous, nonsense, parody,
Form:
Rhyme
The names of success spoken slowly, enunciated with near perfection.
Begetters delighted while warriors of knowledge even prouder.
Frame the object with that pride, etched in bold colors of quested victory.
Intended to render focus where future awaits with her breath of betterment.
Render the mortar board square, keeping the gown smooth as the silk it resembles.
Shutterbugs will capture that smile of a thousand future memories.
A feastful celebration shared in public display, consuming all thoughts of ineptness.
Success is now official along with all cheers for you - the graduate.
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Written: 5/18/2016
Type: Prose Poetry
Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned
Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings
Placement: 10th Place
Categories:
ineptness, adventure, career, celebration, community,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I'm a witness,...you're an audience,
Yes,...Christ and the church,
Abide to list of ineptness,
Meet a criteria of creche,
A lioness gifted with new furs from gold,
Love in their abode,
Attractive and benevolent flower in the botany of a gardener,
It is purchased for a purpose;
providing rich scents,prestige and endeavors,
Beak of falcons wish to feed upon,
Doves and sparrows like it's leaves,
But they work in vain,
News about you and I is heard in the East,
Those from west come to view the feast,
From North comes Kings and Queens,
"Very adulterated with endearment",
That's the voice of the southern prominent, .
Three things attributed by love;hardworking,dedication and focus,
The head of one man carries the goals of perversion,
Joy and peace;they are the son and daughter of couples,
"Open your heart,...I.want to hide myself in there",
The man said,
Incredibly the voice of the woman toned,
"come in to your breeding home",
Oceans we take sight,...greener pastures we stroll along,
How can I taste your sweetness?
When will I have you as a fuel in my lamp?
I guess writing your feelings in my heart,
Matrimonial seal our consolidation with angelic visitation,
Heaven then hails our glory with hope and laughter,
Day and night concludes our sojourn on the surface of greatness,
That's when death workouts its part with loneliness and weariness,
Feeding the belly of graves with our rotten vessel,
Categories:
ineptness, absence, beauty,
Form:
Concrete
Ineptness / Ineptitude
The pen has become the tongue from which I speak.
Ink, the saliva, the driving force behind my words.
Paper, the wings upon which they take flight,
uplifting my thoughts, elevating my ideas.
Thoughts and ideas that might not have
– ever come out of my mouth – seen the light of day.
Grounded !, nothing taking wing, a voice that does not sing,
never expressing a thing, with any kind of proficiency,
clarity, depth of understanding, enlightenment of meaning,
as I stand before ?, choke up !, all coming to a screeching halt
– my train of thought, my boxcar of words end with the caboose.
All gets lost, before the moment lives, my death !!!
The death of all I set out to accomplish, but never doing.
This, my tribunal ???:
B. J. “A” 2
February 25th 2004
Categories:
ineptness, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
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alone, leaving the hospital in the early light
he could feel his blood pulsing
as he dove deep into his conscious thought.
it was like him to wallow in self pity. she was his paid companion.
she would smother him as if he owned her and he did.
this sunup he would have her strip him of his last rag of dignity.
soaking wet in his own shame she neatly placed him in her mouth.
he would gaze into the abyss of his own ineptness
his shaking hands hanging on unsuccessfully.
still he forcefully tears
the clothes off of her non existence
alone and chaotic he ran her through a series of perverse acts
and cleansed his flesh and bone of all evidence of human sanity.
he could feel his intricate
and complex network of exposed capillaries and veins melt.
his naked carcass enrobed in the stench of his own pathetic existence.
all along he fed on the salt that flowed down his
cheeks and found their way to his tongue.
his head lowered. his shoulders bent.
his pelvis indented. his legs unsteadied.
what was once meant to be a man now plodded
to the cadence to the progression of a soundless beat.
reaching his car he turns his keys.
he hears the hum of his engine
as he heads for the safety of his home.
what?
he wonders as he hears a voice.
as he hears his name
once. twice and again and again
he tries to ignore it but his eyes slowly open
a nurse. a bed. he is trapped. he is still in hospital.
what a cruel joke. he was sure.
he was sure he had heard the hum of his engine.
Categories:
ineptness, angst,
Form:
Narrative
What is this curve of grace
the mimicry of societies face
that my hands flutter and tuck
in a feminine coy pretense?
How have I become the mirror of copy print
and my mind
the Abyss of self doubt,
When my ancestors were queens of battle?
….I have been strained of strength.
In a filter of male perceptions
I pose beneath a gaze
I don’t remember choosing.
Curse you Aphrodite.
For your lies and deceit.
For selling your hand maidens
to the strike of Zeus’s lust.
You have abandoned me.
I have abandoned myself.
Where is the audacity of my youth?
While I tremble at the crones final stage?
This was not to be my ending.
Self-hatred and loathing.
My own ineptness robbed
My own inner furnace.
My soul cold in barren wilderness
My heart stolen, and purpose foregone.
I’ve sold my sister coven
For the silver in an enemies purse.
Categories:
ineptness, betrayal, for her, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Walks on the line of ineptness
Treacherous and unstable footing
Pain is the fuel for complacency
Tortured, but unbreakable
The location of no escape
Categories:
ineptness, fate, imagery, stress, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
My lips white I wilt beneath the gaze
Of the tyrant standing before me
With freedom on his lips
He wraps me in chains
And silences my very thought
So I chew my lip
Until blood drips off of my chin
Just one last act of defiance
Because I rolled with the circumstance
And I'm a born villain as a result
As I never lifted a finger to fight back
It was only in the twilight of rebellion
It was only as everything went dark
That I was blessed with the light of clarity
My inaction led to this moment
To this twisted tapestry that's quite a travesty
It was only when my freedoms were stolen
That I became liberated from my own chains
If only I had realized sooner
Perhaps my grand revelation would have helped
And as the world goes black at last
My ineptness fades into the pages of history
Categories:
ineptness, america, angst, anxiety, dark,
Form:
Free verse
It was Christmas we were all gathered at the hall, as usual I was alone
with a plate full of food she ushered me to the seat next to hers
she began talking as the snow began to fall, she said she was far from home
she then raised her glass to encourage all to Merry Christmas cheers
who was this woman who I was sure I’d never met
she made me feel at ease at once and I hung on every spoken word
she talked as if she knew me but she was someone I’d not forget
as she spoke my fascination with her grew more absurd
I was amazed at her honesty in sharing her feelings with a stranger
and I was sure my ineptness at communication showed
she brimmed with gratitude and in the room I felt it linger
my stomach fluttered nervously and my curiosity overflowed
she gave me her number and insisted I give her a call
I felt a sudden sadness in my stomach once I knew she was gone
and as I looked about the room I felt my presence getting small
my head heavy with confusion and my emotions overdrawn
as I made my way home I saw the sky was bright with a brilliant star
and pondering its meaning made me smile
for I had received my Christmas wish- he sent me a friend from afar
and she has stayed my best friend for more than just a while.
Categories:
ineptness, christmas, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Young man,
it seems that you're too innocent,
with a mind that never grows,
piece by piece,
you dump your thrashes on the river.
Watch it dying everyday,
its water,
once blue and singing melodious lullaby,
but today it's murky,
speaking its own eulogy,
Don't you miss swimming on it?
Rich man,
it's no longer funny,
you're intelligent but never realizes,
the waste of your factories and mines,
everything flows into the river.
Watch it bleeding every second,
its water,
once crystal clear and playing with edible fishes,
but now is red as blood,
hiding its death in the blanket of poisonous algae,
Can't you hear her crying?
When rain come,
garbage you threw,
clog the water way,
and poisonous flood seep through water wells,
everybody get sick,
perhaps die.
Over and again,
you'll blame government's ineptness,
but the answer is,
you created this problem,
and you want it.
Categories:
ineptness,
Form:
Ballad