Best Off Putting Poems
Unrequited
The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if you stay in your lane
But you’re driving insane
so much distance between two cars
its impossible to hear
Muffled by the wind, carried away the fear
I tried to speak, but the sound
Never carried over
It rises an ache in my throat
nerves are calmed, noise is stifled
legs are stiffened, feet planted
hands firmly gripped
elbows abutted
in a world prone to forget
my memory stays etched
in your fractured mind
my taste stayed on the lips
of the one I've left behind
a fleeting moment
Betrayed by lust unveiled the trust
between the blinks of my eye
You remain a distant memory
The pain has abated
the speed is indeed fleeting
Forgotten with the past
in the throes between two fires
the faded lines, the dying embers
Looms over like the sun
So I say, you cannot stay
Isn’t that off-putting?
A broken soul
With a spirit so agile
My body so fragile,
with just one touch,
you peel my layers
like the sprouting weeds
between the pavement
the truth wants to be known
My touch so brief,
and yet it lingered
Overstayed its welcome
And in the horizon
It stretched, it lagged on
And with your imagination
My skin rubbed raw,
My voice cracked, I cringed
I become unhinged
My heart will always be disquieted
Your love forever unrequited
Categories:
off putting, angst, change, conflict, desire,
Form:
Free verse
Believing in you is
Being just you, the simplicity of you
Embracing each twist and turn
Stepping outside the confines of your mind
Revealing truths and bringing clarity in chaos
Engaging in the art of the here and now
Changing dark unnecessary innateness
Diving into each brushstroke, swaths of colorways
Letting the moment paint a masterpiece uniquely yours
Freeing up the shackles of the mind
Feeling compassion of heart and soul
Taking a voyage to the center of universal reality~
Shedding many prejudices indelibly embedded in thought
Unmasking anxieties that do not change the world,
serving only to distract causing mental coil
Trusting your instincts is your compass
Off putting, although valuable truth may be
a diamond amidst pebbles
Experiencing every morsel of life’s banquette
Categories:
off putting, change, inspirational,
Form:
List
Take off your pharaoh’s mask, stay awhile.
Be not uppity for it does not suit you.
I like honesty,
For who does not?
Throw off your walls – the little ones and the bigs.
Toss them aside, for they will do you no good here.
Conversation is real.
I am your listener.
What chains of madness has wrapped your tongue?
How long has it been since you felt your bliss or
Understood what your heart wants?
Sarcasm and off putting behavior will do you no good.
I am an expert at helping your inner child
Find her way out, moving toward the light
Of her own soul’s opportunities.
And who does not want that?
Truthfully?
Categories:
off putting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
When you’re longing for someone to watch over you
think about building a stairway to paradise
even if it means you must dance alone with you.
It may feel hard for your heart to sing, soul to rise
It may seem like you got plenty of nutting,
no matter, let your heart climb a stairway to paradise.
Alone may seem lonely and off putting
Life filled with love means it ain’t necessarily so
Love fills you with song, if you embrace plenty of nutting.
For when life cuts you down, tells you it’s time to go,
or too early in life you think your man’s gone now,
trust me on this honey, it just ain’t necessarily so.
All alone with a keyboard, is one way to answer how
with things, even when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em
but music never leaves you, even after your love’s gone now.
With stuff, when you got ‘em, you may not want ‘em.
Be real and long for someone to watch over you.
With love of men, when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em.
Dance with heart upstairs, so you’ll never dance alone.
Categories:
off putting, bereavement, death, death of
Form:
Terzanelle
The nit-wit and the nincompoop
cordially bowed on the concert hall stoop.
Greeting the doorman, quite gaily
who nodded back, though more grayly.
And nobody dared to complain or bemoan
that fools were ruling the cobblestone
streets, where urchins peddled faux-wares
beneath the stoop, out in the square.
And the nit-wit offered a hearty wave,
but clearly knew not how to behave
While the nincompoop seemed a tad more at ease,
his pants were quite low and his crack in the breeze.
And nobody wanted to ask or inquire
whether they should pooh-pooh or if they should admire
buffoons, so clueless, off-putting and addled
for climbing the stairs in their outfits all raddled.
Yet, there they stood with their tickets in hand
eager to root for the symphonic band
as though it were some highfalutin sport
of which they knew nothing, but they would not abort
the notion that they have a place 'bove the masses
or anywhere other than out on their...well, you know.
10/27/16
Categories:
off putting, celebrity, character, class, clothes,
Form:
Rhyme
They say Cabernet Sauvignon pairs nicely with steak
Pinotage, they reckon, for cheese
Tempranillo is the choice for Mexican grub
But, I'm somewhat easier to please
I've tried a fair few "Reds", on a weekend night
While chilling to some melodic jazz
I've had the brave, the bold and the border-line nasty
But I've never had a "Shy Shiraz"
I once had a good round Pinot Noir
And I've tried a spicy Grenache
I've felt the cranberry burst through a daring Gamay
Which cost me lots of cash
I've had a Beaujolais, which wasn't too pretty
Bought from a dodgy guy named "Baz"
Found a corked Chianti - rather a pity
But I've never had a "Shy Shiraz"
I've had a monster of a Monastrell
And a beautiful Petit Ver
A Mataro, which did nothing for me
A Malbec, which made my mind whirr
Yes, I like a glass, on a weekend night
You may prefer beer, whereas
I must keep looking, 'cos it's quite off-putting
That I've never found a "Shy Shiraz"
A Zinfandel gave me heartburn hell
And a Claret once cleared my head
A Merlot can make me beg for more
Rioja sends me merrily to bed
Yes, I like a bottle, on a weekend night
It gives my mind pizzazz
Then sends me mellow, like a good old fellow
Who's searching for a "Shy Shiraz"
This earth is fine, for those who love wine
I've had the old world, and the new
But until I find a "Shy Shiraz"
I'll just keep trying - as you do.
For a bottle of red, on a weekend night
Is a blend of razzmatazz
You can find me drinking, while secretly thinking
"I hope I never find a Shy Shiraz"
Categories:
off putting, wine,
Form:
Light Verse
"NOTA"
What is up with all the hate talk?
Venomous tongues poison the air.
The rhetoric is full of stench,
it seems to be everywhere!
Those running for higher office
honestly could not care less,
about the tone of their campaigns
and the way each other they address!
The derogatory statements.
The very flippant attitudes,
when did the decency go south,
and they wants votes in gratitude???
One gets off putting women down.
The hidden message of this gist,
this he would lie and above all deny,
he's a closet misogynist!
The other has an email issue.
It refuses to go away!
If top secrets were sent unsecured,
how is that good for the U.S.A.?
What does one do, there is no good choice,
which one to keep and the other dump?
Dump the email server problem,
or definitely dump the chump!
I've made my decision on this,
I pondered with a push and a shove.
I will cast my vote for "NOTA!"
"NOTA" is "None Of The Above!"
WTA-IV 4/17/2016
Categories:
off putting, imagery, november, political, words,
Form:
Rhyme
Six legs. A crusty shell. I try to smash them but they're quick. You see, sir, 'roaches make the pie more thick. Why did you come in? Was it the flashy sign? Bright neon colours in the night? One of the letters out of sight? Did you think it was any good? A meal worth your time? I'm sorry to disappoint, sir. Here nothing is divine.
As you can see, feline faeces can be found. They are scattered around the ground. Be careful where you step. Not all black tiles are safe and sound. And there, on the corner, pies are full of mould, with loathsome vermin and more to glut. It is as if the Plague decided to come in, leaving Fame and Fortune before the inn. But please, sir, have a seat. Pick any chair. Any one you choose. Except that one! It is old and cranky, missing a few screws. The wood would crack, a leg would break. There, sir, good empty chairs at strong empty tables, for heaven's sake.
Let me take your coat. London's rain has left it soaked. It does the same to my poor shop. Look how it pours from the beams onto the walls and floors. No, the TV won't work. A rat chew through the wire. Doesn't matter, really, as long as it doesn't start a fire. The screen needs to be cleaned. It makes every actor look like a fiend.
Here, have a bit of ale. You'll need it. Believe it. It won't be enough to wash out the taste of what should be awarded as the most revolting pies, who no one shall surely eat with haste. The most ugly-looking, stomach-turning, off-putting, simply nauseating pies in all the West End of London. I dare you to take a bite.
I apologize, sir, for all the grease and things as such. Pity me. A lonely woman that doesn't have much. I am in need of a partner, someone who can fix the fridge. Trash what's rotten and fill my kitchen cabinets, every each. For real, sir, why do you wish to stay? Is not the smell of foul meat enough to keep you at bay? I wish to understand your game. What is your aim? Pardon me, sir. Do you have a name?
Categories:
off putting, fantasy, horror, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Almost all of my besties were off-putting at first.
They came in loud and proud, annoying or worse,
Luckily, I am not one to hold you to a first impression.
Being totally wrong many times is my honest confession.
Joann was one of the first friends I had as an adult.
She was outrageous and disturbing, not really her fault.
I was in a bad mood, but stayed one night after school.
Discovered then by herself, she was downright dazzling cool!
I have since learned more things about strangers all over.
Finding them in staircases, and parks filled with allergy clover.
I seek strangers each day, for they have much to teach me.
Opening horizons that by myself I could never see.
Nora taught me knitting, not that I was any good.
Elise showed me how to paint acrylic flowers on wood.
Susan is the one who teaches me to appreciate every day.
My congregate of new friends make me okay.
Categories:
off putting, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
The business of Cuisine
Two tins of Swedish meatballs in cream sauce.
The Swedish export their soul even if it is hidden in tins.
Unsalted mind stem and a heart of creamy white gravy.
The new world is about buying and selling, and that is ok,
Chinese dumplings bought at a pavement cafe it took days
to settle my stomach
So you think I know nothing I have been dining at a posh
Chinese restaurant with rotating tables
I said then, but not too cosy up to the host, Chinese food
was leading in the fields of cousin.
That was when I had the misfortune to go to Paris.
excellent food but served with an arrogance that was
off putting. I thought is there nowhere were people serve
food without prancing trays about. Finally, I did in
Alentejo (Portugal) where food is served without fanfare,
because the food is natural, wholesome and good.... and
if you are not driving, try their superb red wine and avoid
a French philosopher whose vanity is shifty as Libyan sand.
Categories:
off putting, humor,
Form:
Blank verse
What is it that makes you so unpleasant
Is brusqueness and lack of tact your totem,
Or, are you eaten up with anger inside
Feel you must treat everyone like a crumb?
Why are your communication skills lacking
So that you must resort to disgusting inanities?
No wonder girlfriends have sent you packing,
Not willing to tolerate your gross profanities.
Why do you treat others with utter disdain?
Does it pleasure you to see someone weep?
Why can’t you reconsider, perhaps abstain?
You are only bearable when you’re asleep!
Someday you will need help from a friend
Someone to come to your rescue, indeed,
When you look around no one will pretend
They’re there for you in your time of need.
Uncaring, and full of venomous antagonism
The best of all words to describe you is “ugly,”
You’ve spent your whole life in hooliganism
And you are a nauseous, off-putting bully.
written January 24, 2022
Categories:
off putting, anti bullying, bullying,
Form:
Quatrain
The loud fastest growing
non-thinking hand-it-over
flowers are abrasive
to some who feel they are truly weeds,
just messing up us real flowers
Their gnarly appearance is
off putting because they
are not the approved people, they are clover.
They look different, they dress
different, they advocate giving
away stuff to so-called poorer flowers.
They are way too giving with our flower seeds.
This is our seed; we made it.
You cannot take it away from us.
Our gardners purchased it online or in stores.
it is ours until we throw it in the garbage.
We do not like the
abrasive irritating selfish
non-thinking hand-it-over
flower weeds who
are screaming for our seed,
who want our well-earned pollen.
Sit in the sun yourself, you poison ivy leaves!
These give-it-all-to-us weeds sometimes become
abrasive in our gardens. They are overbearing,
disrespectful, trotting over us flowers in a mean
and arrogant way.
We are so irritated with them,
they are covering us up quickly and thickly, loud and proud.
We stick up our noses and try to push through their
hard-headed, do-it-our-way-and-give-us-everything ranks.
Then when we are mortally wounded, and we see
little hope, when we lose our fight, and become weeds
ourselves, our perspective changes. We become the
arrogant and rude take-over types, tromping over each
little marigold and lavender slice, silencing them.
We are now the desperate, take-over weeds,
screaming for our due. We become the bullies.
I have no idea how to rectify the approved
flowers with us weeds, but we weeds soon
get our own way, we become
incensed, and crafty, and our dendrites kick in.
Some of us dandelions have developed magical powers.
We figured out how to look and sound less weed-like.
Some of us are running for political office,
telling the loveliest most naïve flowers what they need
to hear to get onboard and give us their seeds.
Knowing they will soon be joining the world of
weeds, and loving the knowledge we have done
it with little bloodshed, only craftiness and stealth.
Oh, it is fun to be on the bad side.
Categories:
off putting, anti bullying, bullying, corruption,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets remind me of my childhood.
My twin always wanted to play with them, for her own good.
Not a girly girl, I was resentful and wanted to be Peter Pan.
Not the Mary Martin Peter, but the boy peter, I was a big fan.
I see those Tiny Tears dolls in antique stores and I want to barf.
My twin wanted to dress up in dresses, sunglasses and a scarf.
I wanted to stand on porch railings as my swashbuckler self.
My stupid Tiny Tears doll sat alone, on a high up unused shelf.
Tiny Tea sets also set me off, putting me in a rather angry mood.
They held not even a whole drop of liquid, and barely any food.
Tiny Tears dolls and tea sets. They are probably still up on the shelf.
I was busy out in the woods, playing Robin Hood, or Bandit Elf.
My childhood was amazing, in that I had an identical twin.
We barely did anything together, for she was girly, and I was not.
We can hardly decide on a matching shirt these days.
I do not care, and she cares so much, she gets overwrought.
So what did I snatch up upon my mother's death?
That silly Tiny Tears doll and the blue flowered tea set.
For even when I protest, and I do not even know why.
They hold memories that I simply cannot give up or forget.
Categories:
off putting, childhood, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Rhyme
Fancy pink flamingo did not think she was the best.
She tried to hide it with patterns and prints above the rest.
Her braggadocio ways were off-putting, but she did not know
How to be her happiest, or that she had far to go.
She covered her insecurities with a glittery feathered boa.
Her mother said “That’s enough! You are being quite a show-ah!”
She acted like a diva, but it was because she felt like she was less.
A really good friend showed her she was great; her name was Tess.
Categories:
off putting, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Always beware of the termite
Wise homeowners constantly fight
Incredibly destructive foe,
Exterminators surely know
A buyer’s most off-putting sight.
Termites have no respect, you see
For you or your prized property,
They will devour your precious floor
Then look around for something more
You must show them no sympathy!
Written September 25, 2022
Categories:
off putting, insect,
Form:
Quintilla