Best Miserable Poems
What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth
What of this niggardly miserable earth
this small plot awaiting a white tombstone
when she cares and asks what is it all worth
once enslaved a soul fades into bone
a place to arrive and sleep and slumber
deep under so willingly turned soil
when life gasped and then ups your number
no more the dawn's waking or daily toil
here sleep with ancient and wizened trees
O great wizard is there no remedy
is life just spasms and then some comedy
no amount of beggarly hoping please
is there not paradise thus awaiting
kind when we think of a life of pure ease.
What of this niggardly miserable earth.
When she cares and asks what is it all worth?
Robert J. Lindley, 16 verse sonnet
JULY-03-1971, age 17
Note ; Erased
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Dictionary-: NIGGARDLY
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nig·gard·ly
adjective
ungenerous; stingy.
"serving out the rations with a niggardly hand"
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Opposite:
generous
adverb ARCHAIC
in a stingy or meager manner.
Out walking, and I need a leak
A toilet I urgently seek
There’s now’t but a bush
Oops I felt a whoosh
Wet panties - I don’t need to peek!
I contact my doctor called Emma
And explain my awful dilemma
That when I need to pee
There is such urgency
It ruins walks with my pup Gemma
I have the solution Doc cries
Just try pelvic floor exercise
It’ll help with your bladder
And will make you feel gladder
It’s superb for ladies and guys!
Les Miserable
I walked and walked down a steep ravine and came across
a village has forgotten by time by a road that evaded dwellings
A track not trodden among boulders and roofs made of canes.
skinny women with empty breasts sat on the bough of trees
waiting for someone to enter their loss of love
While telling their idiot children in the wet grass to shut up
Oh, crying stones free us from the untidy domestic wilderness
where dogs are too indifferent to muster barks.
Under flat stones, the men are hiding the emptiness of the
existence too much to bear now that the vines take no berry
On this day that has no time, but the endlessness of the gone
Cabbage patch, yellow chickens looking for worms before
the children do because they are hungry too.
Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power
Crank out the code grim and dour
Grimace and groan, grind it like stone
O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes
Bite your nails and pull out your hair
Finish that program ere the sun can stare
At your flushed cheeks and ghastly complexion
At the look on your face of utter dejection
Pop some speed, another amphetamine
Tap out binary digits, massage that machine
Pent up in your cubicle tight as a knot
The screen bristling with tension, electronic rot
Your brain's slowing down, your mind's in a fog
Your heart pounds ever-louder as onward you slog
Curse your damn curser and slam down your mouse
Your soul fairly screams: "Get out of this house!"
You come up for air and you shrink from the light
The daytime for you feels like darkness and blight
Back to your dungeon, where digits are heroes
Back to your miserable dim ones and zeroes
Submitted for "All Dim Ones and Zeros - Programming Contest"
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
How does one define miserable?
A question with so many answers to this one, I ask.
It could be jealousy, as well as greed, these actions by
others, I have seen, indeed.
It could be poverty with no escape, or maybe ones wealth,
taken for granted each day.
I could be sickness with no known cure; or maybe an
alcoholic, who is miserable, I'm sure.
It could be such tragedy when a loved one dies; or maybe divorce, leaving tears
in ones eyes.
It could be a beggar, alone on the streets, not knowing for sure, if today
he will eat.
It could be one, dangerously overweight, and every pass of the mirror,
only brings more hate.
It could be parents with a troubled child, trying to understand, why this one
went wild.
It could be one, trapped in a place that's not home,
wondering, "why am I so alone."
It could be a war, taking our loved ones away, not knowing their fate;
will they hold us again one day?
So try and explain this one word if you can.
Impossible, I believe, by an earthly man.
Every time I see you,
You make my day.
Has anyone ever made you feel that way?
Every time I see you working diligently
I stop and distract you for a while
We practice some small talk,
I try not to smile
I awkwardly then leave,
Grin and wave.
I tell you "Good Luck!", "Goodbye!" and "Behave!"
When you ask me questions,
I ramble on for days
Because I get so nervous
And only want to stay.
But what I'm really interested in is you.
How you feel and what you're up to
You're the only person in the world
That can make me look forward to accounting
Whenever I walk into class
My heart is pounding.
Just hoping that I can maybe catch your eye
Most of the times I don't
Because you are glued to your book
But all I'm asking for is a simple look.
Not a wink, a wave, a smile, or a "hello"
Just a little thing to let me know
That perhaps I can make it into your mind.
There are times some mat be some what miserable
To me my life isn't bad enough to say it is terrible,
I am happy and blessed with my whole world
Those whom are not happy always live in turmoil,
Misery loves company they always say
yes it is sad that others do feel this way,
My heart goes out to those but, they have to be the ones wanting to change
The negativity they have in their souls needs to be rearranged.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Dint of darkness running in my blood
A Love less marriage in the pool of mud
Heathen Heart and a crying soul
Filthy promising -lies untold
Blinded by your Vampire Love
Is it something that I deserve ?
I ran for your Love and you for my money !
This hum drum game is no longer funny !
Let me depart from your ludicrous life
Stop calling me your miserable WIFE .
A lot of poets in this forum can relate themselves with this
miserable condition .
SUCH A MISERABLE HUMAN BEING
BLINDLY GROPING, NEVER SEEING
STUPIDLY THINKING DEATH IS FREEING
SUCH A MISERABLE HUMAN BEING
Miserable Fool
What naïve fool hath said, "Love is blind?"
Who dared barter his kingdom for a horse?
Who lays paint to his face to conceal a farce?
Tis only the foolish jester with a juggled mind.
Why doth a desperate man search and seek,
whilst he masks his countenance with a pout?
Tis the fool in hiding, "One way in and no way out."
No escape from dungeons where men grow weak.
Miserable fool, tis only on himself he must lay blame.
With naught to offer a foul wench nor fair morsel.
He's squandered his soul, not few parts but parcel.
Grant reproach, or return to dust from whence you came.
Words that echo the sublime
Each syllable resounds a doleful chime
Accentuated by a bleak, monotonous rhyme
That skews the cadence and scuttles the time
Words that filter through, then prime
Heart's engine to slowly pine
Fueled by structural anomalies; sick, semantical serpentine
Break lines that throttle, then realign
Soul's transmission shifts in gear to divine
Sorrow and suffering in every byline
Each strut, an awkward bounce that jars the dragline
Leaky, cracked manifold manifest in every squeaky note, sign
Incongruent parts renovated to shock by design
Tales-end, toxic fumes will every literary splice twine
Finish will be sealed with a lackluster shine
If I go a whole day without my Wheaties
I'm miserable, grumpy and mean
My Wheaties are really the only thing
Between me and a very bad scene
Beat up little kiddies but they must be little
Like two or three feet high or less
None of those overgrown teenager dudes
My face would end up quite a mess
Don't think badly of me, it's the Wheaties
They provide me with real hutzpah
You best hide the kiddies if I run out of 'em
Hide the axes, knives and chainsaws
I did seek help but the psyche was like me
Needed his Wheaties to cope
Beat the living daylights out of yours truly
Whipped me with his stethoscope
Wheaties are required to maintain stability
So we don't go off the deep end
Had a great big giant bowlful this morning
So relax I'm real mellow again
© Jack Ellison 2013
OLD VERSION
(This poem was published in Leaves of Ink, this August)
He finds nothing new to be excited about; a bottle of whisky, dark humor,
and a packet of cigarettes are his companion.
“All the breakthroughs and works that I have done will end in a flash,
when another Big Bang occurs”, he mourns deep inside his soul,
as his wife and children play in the summer Sun……
Date:17/09/2014
NEW VERSION
He finds nothing new to excite him; a bottle of whisky, dark humor,
and a packet of cigarettes are his companions.
“All the breakthroughs and works that I have done will end in a flash,
when another Big Bang occurs!”, he mourns deep within his soul,
as his wife and children play in the summer Sun……
Date: 09/03/2015
Mutant of human,
Whose view-less wings
Took him so high,that envisioned life
In whose, voice bird speaks:
What I was, not me today.
Serving to his hunger
Losing myself, to make him alive.
Wand I use of a witch,
Mind into a river switch.
Far out in the sky,
Entangled in solitude,
Lunacy,where, my ore smelt.
That now is a wild stream:
Roaring from the mountain
Flooding in its dry bed,
Desert where, my glacier
Smile of the sun engulf.
To sustain a life,
For no grains I find here
So I entreat you to dislocated
Wings to put back into human
To protect, from being
To be: a Dodo.
I hope one day someone who you really care for & love would step all over you,
Ruins all the promises and take your life out of you,
Shader you with sharp glass,
Deep inside your heart that burns like fire,
Every time I try to be strong,
You take my life, my breath out of my body,
Every time I try to make you happy,
You are never satisfied,
Every time you feel unhappy,do you have to ruin my day too?
Every time I have joy & happy,
You bring me sorrow & jealousy,
What is wrong with you?
Can't you ever see your girlfriend happy?
You always want me to be your misery?
Why do you always play games?
Do I look like you dog? or your toys to play?
I hope one day God, teaches you a lesson of your life that you won't ever forget!
I feel like you wasted my time & energy for the past six years,
Without me in your life, hope you are the most miserable man on earth,
Who no one likes,
Why you want to torture people?
Why can't you ever accept that people make mistakes?
Just like your self,
If you won't ever forgive someone,
God won't forgive you for yours!