Best Insufferably Poems
Not all thoughts
Are meant to be shared
Harness those loose lips
Use your judgment
Self-censoring is a must
Channel those self-righteous comments
Remarks that are distasteful
Inappropriate and obnoxious·
What you may find funny
Or for some reason slightly amusing
May in fact be insufferably offensive
Deplorable and condemnable
We don’t appreciate these one bit
Don’t take us down that road
Who are we to say but
While you’re at it you may want to
Re-evaluate your lifetime strategy
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on February 1, 2020
Malfeasant, mangled, memories
ruthless, regretful, remedies.
Vanishing, victoriously in vain,
Whispering, wandering wane.
Brazenly, broken, betrayal.
Pompous, patriotic portrayal.
Diminishing, disabled I dive,
Astronomically, ailing alive.
Teetering, tenaciously taunt,
hallucinations, honorably haunt.
Painfully, preserving, its past,
Callously, crafting the cast.
Traumatically, teasing truths,
Yearning, yesterday’s youths.
Selfishly, stealing, thy soul,
Craving, courageous control.
Immobile, insufferably idle,
Suffering senses, suicidal.
Admiring, ancestors adore.
whispering rumors of war.
Beaten, blackishly, bound,
flustered faces I’ve found.
Fearlessly, frozen fabled,
defeating dose, disabled.
like
tremor
of a leaf
in gale force wind,
that wicked fever
coursing through your fingers
electrocute my body.
your hands give me a wealth of warmth
when days are insufferably cold.
in winter, I crave your feverish touch.
Date written: 06/09/2022
In a smear the nicest ink
can insufferably stink.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which made my life insufferably unbearable,
So, I left behind the good times, and I fled
For my sanity, hoping to make a better life
Unfettered with nastiness and spitefulness,
Keeping in mind “beauty is only skin deep,”
How it takes two to make a relationship work.
Written August 16, 2022
Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...
Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic
ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny
two quickly grown to young womanhood
priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi
nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed
petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly
during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook
grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic
pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped
wracked, plagued aversion to live steering
any natural borne autonomy, (within meek
minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft
existence, (albeit manifesting during latter
sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a
vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and
halting critical puberty) against attaining my
maximum potential, nee then and every sub
seek went till present day truncating, stifling
raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed
insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to
cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_
scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series
of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of
Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,
exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to
adulthood overridden when me as man-child
never tested survival, but found this scrivener
beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional
illness demarcating the Waterloo which I
fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,
measures, dictates...forced eviction within
cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324
Level Road), which parallel repeated when
decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter
poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration
of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed
deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore
brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout
indelibly etched within impressionable
Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering
ye unfairly experienced.
AU REVOIR!
I want gone the silence of injustice
The tarnation we insufferably carry along
I want gone the vile of ignorance
The dire ism we obstreperously preach
I want gone the cold night of boredom
The beauty of poetry it stole
I want gone YOU
The residuum of smile you left is hollow
IF I were
a broken soul
who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
With his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know
-- and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably
i plead!
:: ~~ ::
IF I were
a broken soul
who could mend me?
The cobbler down the road?
With his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?
He surely would know
-- and should I go?
My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!
My Cobbler, sir!
Repair my soul,insufferably.
I plead!
::12-24-2013::
luckily for our ambiguous plot structure
and the stern requirements of partisan doggerel
the ringing coin toss bounced then came up tails
and fortune directed that the box be opened
gingerly gripped in two slender shaking hands
by Pepper d'Angelo Olympic pole dancing medalist
and Global Emissary to the Panphibians of Tortuga
voted to the task by her many heart throb fans
on account of her total existential disinterest
in all but the firmness of her unsparing ta tas
wary with fitting prudence seized the initiative
insufferably slowly her fingers hands and arms
shaking with rapidly multiplying violence
undid the latch lifted the glinting polished lid
her arms now lost in a paroxysmal blur
the smell of gardenias was overpowering
across the land dogs began humping again
as a lustrous cigarette paper sized rectangle
fell at Roman sandal-clad Pepper's feet
toenails done in a pale peach skin tone
so you could barely tell they were there
she bent down reaching ever so slowly
lifting it past her ankles then her knees
deliberately past her coochie her navel
up up up over the Jell-O mold mammaries
up further to the cross-eyed focal point
her wet lips parted her voice thin and reedy
then expanding into a mighty sonorous trumpet
it says...
act in a genial manner towards one another
even if it is an utter fiction pasted onto your face
and it makes you suffer the crazy charade
with your empty smile a beacon of sincerity
the world's inhabitants stood in bandaged silence
scratching their heads and muttering
rays of golden light pierced the cloudy overcast
robin redbreast tweeted on his bouncing perch
our intrepid galactic transients Hoo and Watt
looked down upon a great Happy Face
gliding in majestic orbit around its yellow sun
and merry banjo music
filled our ears
The Walls…
The Walls…
The Walls…
How they look upon me.
Their eyes,
Once so bright and filled with light,
Are now dark with dead of night.
I can hear them
Creaking,
Speaking to me as they sit
Staring insufferably.
Listening,
Always listening to my every breath —
Filling me with thoughts of…
The Walls…
The WALLS…
THE WALLS…
How their dark stare mocks me,
But truths belie.
For as they sit,
Stoic and unyielding,
I too look on, a sly smile smiling back at them.
Tick… tock…
Tick… tock…
Finally, my ally has arrived!
Time, my friend, you are, as always, never late;
Nor are you a moment too soon, for now we fight–
THE WALLS…
THE WALLS…
THE WALLS…
No longer will they close in on me,
For this time it is not me but We,
And together we can hold back
Their long dark stare.
So now, Walls, you shall yield to me,
No longer closing in
But instead holding back the gloom of night.
And as time turns my nows into thens,
And the walls’ eyes glow grows from red to white,
This is when Time shares his gift with me–
A brand new day with hope in sight
One where the world’s colored with delight
Where walls don't look in but do look bright.
A day where I can say unto you:
Walls, walls are all you are,
And I
See
Through You.
-- by ThoughtsFromB4
As i lay in the barren grass
I remember the times we'd laugh
I smiled as you spoke
You spoke i laughed
Without a doubt we always had fun
Spending our days in the summer sun
Sweat on our brows, and in our hair
My sun soaked face from being so fair
you held me close and gave me a kiss
I will always love you ,
You are insufferably missed.
They say time heals all wounds
A truth I've known since never
I don't think that angry, screaming teenage girl inside ever let anything heal
Even on my best days, she's there
Lighting matches and salting slugs
Shes anything but gray or unmoving
She isn't sulking around or indifferent
No
That'd be unbearable for her
You'll know as soon as she's walked in the room and you'll know the second she leaves
Her presence is intense
She's mad
Irate
Agitated to an extreme
Injustice all she knows
Betrayal is all she feels
Corruption is all she sees
Fury is all she can fathom to be
She's demanding, direct, and destined for the hell she must have escaped from
"Fire, you say?
Burn it
SET FIRE TO ALL
REDUCE IT ALL TO FLAMES WHILE I MARCH TO THE HEAT OF ITS OBLITERATION!!"
She can be... let's just say..
a bit dramatic
She likes to be front and center
And when she's not, that only means she's digging around for more matches somewhere close by
A constant underlying energy of angst and passion that boils insufferably
Under every interaction
Behind every experience I live
She's there
And when I'm alone,
She's still scorching
As I meet her gaze
And I embrace that raging blaze of a girl
As she purifies me to ashes
I've never felt such warmth from something so dangerously destructive
I've never seen such a burning brightness
Shining from a girl who never knew how to love
without dimming her own light
Surrounded by myriad friends
at his leave-taking
surrendering his soul, to Whom
and waiting,
waiting for what...
They clasped hands, freely hugged
nodded knowingly
While he waited, waited, for what ...
alone, insufferably alone
A giant panda eats leaves and shoots,
several handlers and keepers
fall to a spray of AK-47 bullets.
"Why?"
moans an elderly Chinese lady,
blood oozing from her torn body -
she had nursed him from a cub.
In a less than perfect Mandarin,
the animal replied:
"Madam, humans do not understand
how to bear an unbearable love.
Being insufferably cute
the matter has always been
a black and white issue for us.
We love to shoots first,
then we leaves."