Best Look Bad Poems
I held a blade to my arm last night,
Like I have many times before.
But this time ended differently,
Because this time the skin tore.
To others this might look bad,
Like I tossed 4 years down the drain.
Four years of being “sometimes” happy,
Was clearly driving me insane.
It felt good to hold a blade again,
Even better to feel it slice.
My emotions had broken through again,
Getting rid of them costs a price.
Although in some ironic way,
The cuts had healed my pain.
I know that I need a better way,
To safely numb my brain.
And that’s that honesty in this,
Recovery is one big mess.
But when everything is said and done,
I’ll marvel at my success.
-A.D.
Do not call me
strong Black woman for
it is not a compliment
It is a title given to us
boxed inside expectations that
weigh us down
We are not superheroes
yet we are branded with
an "S" on our chest
forced to steer clear of
the kryptonite called failure
Black women aren't
supposed to fall
We're expected to
stand tall
and during the whole time
of this masquerade ball
we wear a mask
colored with yes we cans
and I got this
all the while we are
withering away in our own silence
We have no chance to
prioritize the cruel
balancing act
song and dance and
one trick pony show we
must perform
We are tired and filled to
capacity with fluids of frustration
but you'll never know it
because showing any
inkling of weakness
will paint a negative
picture for us
and how dare we
make ourselves look bad
When was the last time
we could just be ourselves
without ridicule
and disgusted stares
because we don't look or
act like like Becky with
the good hair
They label us strong
yet they want us to
be submissive
and if we're not
They deem us
unmarriageable
To them we're unrelatable
Lord forbid we set up
boundaries
then we are considered
undateable
So we're damned if we do
Damned if we don't
So on behalf of all
Black women I am here to say
it is NOT ok to be strong
However it's ok to fall apart
pick up the pieces and
rebuild ourselves anew
So the next time
They call you strong
Black woman
Let them know
Strong Black woman
is not a compliment
It's the hardest job that
that we have and it is a
job that is slowly killing us all
Poor little Zena zebra was feeling oh so sad
She was born an albino, which made her look bad
Zena desperately wanted to fit in with the others
And have a stripy body like her sisters and brothers
Zena thought hard and came up with a cunning plan
She would paint some stripes, so she’d have great élan
Zena went shopping in a local hardware store
Bought some black paint for the stripes she’d adore
Her stripes were brushed on by a trusted friend
But quickly the can of paint came to an end
Sadly Zena hadn’t got any more money
Her half painted body looked rather funny
How the other zebra’s laughed at poor Zena
They called her names; they couldn’t be meaner
But good luck was on little Zena’s side that day
The rain lashed down and washed the paint away
For Zena had purchased watercolour paint
Now Zena’s back to white and she has no complaint
She stands out in the crowd because she is unique
Yes she’s different from the others but her look is oh so chic
Zena stands proudly in her white coat which shines so bright
She is delighted to say not everything in life is black and white
Moral of the story it is our differences that make us unique
A delightful Children’s fable Contest Sponsored by Carol Eastman.
Submitted to z contest old or new
Sponsored by Constance La France
07~10~16
A lady bug sat on a a leaf one day
When a long came a centipede that asked her to play
No no i couldn't do that
Play with a centipede imagine that
What would flying bugs say seeing us together
They would laugh and laugh forever and ever
The little centipede was very upset
Being treated bad from everyone she met
Why don't i have friends do i look bad
hanging her head ever so sad
No said the lady bug your just differant to the eye
You don't have wings and cannot fly
Well you don't have lots of legs like i do
I have twenty you have two
Well said the lady bug you know that's true
Were not really differant me and you
Were both bugs that all humans call pests
Lets be friends in spite of the rest
I.C.E.'s unhinged, unconstrained violence
killed a decent woman called Renée Good
It has evoked hot fury not silence
the fact that she had been misunderstood
Made Good look bad, glibbing he did what he had to do,
You see they’ve been given immunity
What is really sad, is he didn’t have to
Behold an assassin’s creed unity
This is a Force I cannot comprehend
Straight out of the fires of hell
The devil had us fooled, this Force NOT a godsend
Anyone can be taken; none safe from the ‘quota’ which makes my head swell
I look for answers and onto my faith
Yet nothing can fix an agent’s revenge
It’s all very cruel, his unkind heart‘ll force only his own wraith
Why must we be like this, I too look to avenge
Right of protest destroyed by violent emotion, becoming worse
There is no justice for Renée Good, only doubt
As her orphans ride off in a Hearse
Words kind and nice shall not suffice
From the depths of my soul, I shout
Kcuf I.C.E.!
Justice For Renée Nicole Good
1/10/26
What are you waiting for
You know the score
Even if you don’t win
Just get up and do it again
It doesn’t matter in the slightest
For just doing it is the best
You’ve seen most things too
And you’ve done them and grew
So be true and good to you
And those you love too
Things may look bad some times
But it will be better and things will be fine.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Sometimes people hate me because I'm cool.
My coolness makes them look bad.
The haters will go to extreme lengths to throw salt on my coolness.
But coolness is here to stay.
I'm a cool nerd, a cool geek, a cool techie,
A cool rapper, a cool father, a cool friend,
A cool husband, a cool son, a cool brother,
And a cool, educated, man.
I am educated, I am ignorant, I am a nerd,
Am a geek, I am a techie, I am a rapper,
I am a honest person, I am a liar, I am a father,
I am a son, I am a husband, I am a leader.
I am a follower, I am a lover, I am a hater,
I am a feminist, I am a chauvinist,
I am a man born from a woman,
I'm a man forged by men.
I am happy, I am sad, I am real, I am fake (sometimes),
I am young, I am old, I am fast, I am slow,
I am funny, I am boring, I am rich, I am poor, I am a friend,
I am some one's enemy, I am a jack of all trades.
I am a master of one trade,
I am good, I am bad,
I am insightful, I am bleak,
I am life.
Hate to bring it up again
(actually, no I don't)
Someone at the top's in charge
he just can't lead (or won't)
Guess it's time to ring the bell
he's going to toot his horn
Thinking back as organizer
he'll pat his back till morn
Half the country (give or take)
are saying prayers for him
Some he won't appreciate
their faith is growing thin
Doesn't mention fallen heros
veterans and cops too
Worries, hopes their cameras worked
encouraging familys sue
Never mind thugs were involved
they twist it, things look bad
Just like Eric Holder did
it's really very sad
In just less than a year from now
and that really isn't long
He'll be replaced by left or right
we hope they "right the wrong"
I wouldn't bet the store on it
they've none lived up to oath
Main concern is wealth increase
and yes, it is for both.....
Sitting up there on your snowy mountain peak
Once born with the Christian name of Pete
But Peter was a Saint for which you are not
You’re not Gods creature; hell’s where you’ll rot
You have now entered the wall of shame
As you are not worthy of a Christian name
You are not human, you are not real
Your life is a fantasy, your life is surreal
Your stories are worthy of a Nobel Prize
But people no longer believe your lies
I’ve gone the distance and the extra mile
Now a life without you worthies my smile
Crumbling down from your mountainous peak
Hell hath no fury for the havoc you wreak
Everything in your path you blatantly take
Many will get hurt in your vengeful wake
When the avalanche is over and everything calm
You can no longer touch me or cause me harm
You have run out of steam and run out of lies
There is no longer anyone left to hear your cries
You will never look good in making me look bad
I was just a naive victim that you once had
Discarded like rubbish, you threw me away
It’s funny but Karma will come around one day
You thought you deserved so much better in life
Well I’m really happy to no longer be your wife
I have now found strength and out loud I speak
I’m no longer married to a NARCISSISTIC FREAK!
She works for near minimum wage
At an establishment under attack
By the well-to-do who misunderstand
The need for any work she can get
Work that is less than fulfilling
Still rewarding in one sense or more
It barely keeps food on the table
But it keeps her off the welfare roles
And that alone keeps her pride intact
She is punctual and ready for every shift
Even if asked to work overnight
Her work ethic is an example for all
Though many around her slack off
And chide her for making them look bad
But even more daunting are the customers
Some that so arrogantly look down on her
Because they think they’re so much better
They have no idea of her needs
Still she smiles at customer after customer
Sincere in her quest to provide the best
Representation of the establishment in which
She strives hard to make a life for herself
And her infant, fatherless, innocent son
Thank God her mother helps take care of him
When her shift is over she makes her way
To her old, in-need-of-repairs pickup truck
Off to her second source of income
Part-time she works cleaning condominiums
Then it’s online to work her college classes
She knows life is tough and times are hard
She’s doing all she can to make it through
Determined to reach her goals on her own
And make a better life for her little one
She presses forward on the road of survival
A road that she chose
A hard road
But holding tight to God’s hand
A road to success
The weak man
A weak man can do you wrong
And act like he is in control
And appear to be strong
And the female will hold him up
In her heart is jealousy
She want to see you bleed
She will have the nerve
To lie
And say you jealous of her
And he will stand by her to make you look bad
And you are Hurt
In fact you are heart broken
There is no wrong or right in their eyes
No truth
There is jealousy and lies
That blinds them from what is real
But that spirit of hate is in them got you on the ground Bleeding, crying in pain
Wondering why
You was doing everything right
You are strong
You did nothing wrong
He is weak
He wanted to leave
He wanted your friend
Who is very jealous of you
She seduced him
And left her boyfriend
For your weak man
Pray, and ask God for strength and leave.
You deserve better.
And they deserve each other.
I know this pain seems like its forever
But it’s not
If you can get over this
It takes time
Thats the way it is in the world
I had to find myself agian
The pains starting to kick in now that i am all alone.
I wish i could just take everything back and make it all how it use to be.
I was so happy when it was just you and me.
Everyones made these lies and rumors to make me look bad.
I know thats the reason your so mad.
You dont believe them but you dont wanna look dumb.
I feel so broken inside. I
ts like when you left, a part of me died.
I held it back for some time and i feel so stupid for not chasing what was mine.
I acted like everything was okay like i was just fine.
No adam, no. You have no idea baby you dont know.
Your probably gonna laugh when you read this.
If i ever get the guts to even email you this.
Youll probably show your friends and have a laugh with them.
To me, you were always that perfect him.
I looked aside on your inperfections and made them perfect.
I wish i wouldve told you, none of this was worth it.
I never cheated. I never meant to hurt you.
I shouldve told you the whole story.
Maybe we would still be together, maybe we couldve lasted forever.
Now your gone, and im all alone. Baby, come back.. you were my back bone.
I never thought what we had, would ever end so bad.
I miss all the memories we shared. At all the other jealous couples that stared.
I miss being your baby girl, i miss being one of the important things to you in this world.
Im not ready to through almost two years away, i fell in love with you and i still feel the same way.
You are and always will be number one. Please dont let me go. Im falling apart. I need you..
**Please do not correct my poem in any way I am only 14 I will learn from my mistakes but I was in a hurry just typing away what was on my mind.
Mexico again and more Injun and back to Mexico,
Tick off Lakota, Dakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho,
The Great Sioux War and lots more fuss before we invade Brazil,
Let’s hop around some islands first (punch out the Yaqui as well)
We’re beating drums to call your sons to help us as we raid,
It’s carnival of glory for the patriot’s parade.
That empire of the Spanish state is really ripe for gleanings,
We’ll pick up Puerto Rico, Guam, Cuba and the Phillipenes.
Let’s not overlook those Boxers and their crazy Kung Fu too!
It simply would look bad if monks kick us out using mushu.
Author: I’m not beating this damned drum anymore…
Muse: But we haven’t even gotten to the world wars!
Author: I’m starting to think the mad hatter’s leading this damned Patriot Parade
Muse: It’s only 1901! We still have the whole 20th century left to go!
Author: Screw you muse, I’m out. Peace.
I believe in the right place
and the right time.
If one has fighting in mind.
I'm not talking about people
who join (the fight,)
those who stand up for a cause.
People fight for a number of reasons.
Two people don't agree on something.
Ignorance, anger and lack of patience.
People let their anger
get the better of them.
Really angry people feel
they have to hurt you.
Most people believe
there is no such thing as a fair fight.
You hear things like “*itch!”
I’m gown beat your sorry behind tonight!
And the other says
“you can try!”
“You gotta bring some
to get some!
These are the people
that carries a weapon.
For those who were taught how to fight,
like Boxers and people who study
the Marshall arts.
When you learn how to fight,
you have to remember people's
second amendment rights.
You'd be surprise at the number of people
who'd bring a gun to a fist fight.
There are those who go out looking for a fight.
Suffering from inflated ego's or over confidence.
Those are ones who get beaten up every time.
I was a Dee Jay working at night club.
A guy came up to me and told me.
He came out to start something.
His night wouldn't be right without a good fight.
So later that night when the club was packed.
And of course, a fight started on the other side of the room.
Mr. Ignorant jumps up and turns over his table
looking to start something.
But the people had quickly
picked up their drinks and stood back.
I smiled as security walked his Ignorance out the door.
If one has fighting in mind,
I believe in the right place and the right time.
So, lets flash back to 1979
Where I was in a Kung Fu class.
After training for a few of months,
In the outdoor gym, my class mate
Help me find my glass chin.
I was over confident,
He showed me why he was number one
In the class and I was number two.
I wanted to go a few rounds with him.
I thought I was better than he was.
So, I was clowning around making him look bad,
or so I thought.
When I took my stance.
That’s when he taped me on my chin.
And… that was thee end…
The lights went out.
I came too, and found myself on the gym floor
And people looking down at me.
I had never been knocked out before.
I have kept my ego in check
from that day to this.
So, I learned that
ignorance is bliss, until
you get hit by a fist.
It all started in a one cool game,
Looking those eyes was so lovely to claim.
Your scent of sweat reminds me so much,
I was secretly staring while searching nothing in my pouch.
Your smile lightens my whole dark world,
Brighten my day like a one luxurious gold.
Then you looked at me when I said something good,
Secretly crushed seeing those naked eyes better than so good.
I don’t know so much more about you,
Attraction is what I so much feel for you.
You totally look bad having those cursive tattoos,
You are all well respected wearing those leather shoes.
Can’t expect for something even more,
Those sweet smiles own by someone forevermore.
Maybe things should end up on this little feeling…
Crushing you is unforgettably sizzling.