Best Pathetic Poems
rounded shoulders
a broken man
the life drained
clear out of him
his heart
chewed
and spit out
injured
crushed
nothing
but a shell
barely
a ghost
of the man
i knew
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on March 5, 2019
I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness,
afraid of shadows and their own demons.
Fear is a thief that steals courage
and leaves only cowardice in its wake.
Be a warrior, not a weakling.
Face your fears,
and let the darkness fuel your lights fire.
Weakness is not an option.
Pathetic poems are parodies
Chopped and severed from mad trees
Which escape from limb and trunk
Then appear in books as junk
Transplanted in the minds they've fried
Transplanted till their poets have died
Echo in "ruinic" rhyme
That degrade through passing time
Written down as so much clutter
They find their way into the gutter
How hilarious these poems can be
Poems also known as parody
ruinic - a fictitious word derived from runic as obscure and ruin as degraded
- a degraded and obscure rhyme
People can claim all sorts of nonsense that love is unconditional, or should be. The bible itself does
not even make such a claim in the teachings of changing for God, changing to better man, changing
for oneself and changing to love another human being as properly called. Why does man feel that
something is owed to them when they have not proved their worthiness of love that is due? I am not
Jesus to just offer it like he does. Human beings need to be respected, loved and honored, and
showing some sort of courage for the human race.
I offer my love and tenderness openly to those who deserve it. That does not mean that I do not
care about their general well being or health, but I will not be made to feel guilty of lies being fed of
unconditional love that does not exist?
So your wife sits around and does not clean? Did you say "fine", let us live this way, who cares?
No, you did not. Conditions exist.
I will not buy into unconditional love, for even the bible rebukes such a fairy tale and pathetic
notion.
My bloodshot mind sees all,
screaming from the center
of my personal hell.
The cloud keeps raining
black and blue,
mixing tears with blood-
both shed over you.
And the pain keeps mushrooming
out and away;
scars of ebony flames
seal over my way out.
But still I see the black stars
spreading hopeless over
the midnight-white
and the blossoming flower
rooted in my heart.
I'm talking to you
mr pathetic
you dopey
half-baked
imbecile
every time you say
a word
i'm about to throw up
from your moronic
dumb-ass
pointless
ideas
go to school
and educate yourself
you
bugged-out
and retarded
brainless...
What if all I wrote was rot
would anybody care one jot.
What if all I spelt was rong
would this detract from poet's song.
What if grammer too was flawed
would my writings come outlawed.
What if every theme I spoke
gave rise to thoughts that made you choke.
Would this detract from all I do
when writing such pathetic stew.
Or would you find it all just fine
if cloaked in rhythm and in rhyme.
Ivor G Davies
There's an evil smirk in every smile,
do you enjoy make fun of people...
when they try to get some advice
and you let them straddle?
Isn't there something too fickle
about the words you gobble?
To admire you is so pathetic,
handling truth makes you panicky;
asking you the easiest question
is climbing mountains, instead of hills!
Foolish jabber learn communication;
face what scares you to death, be intrinsic!
Express your views, never judge anybody:
I'm fed up with your animosity!
To whom you belong instead?
Who spoils you with kisses?
Ah, you don't deserve any from anyone;
your promises are blatant lies,
nothing but lullabies whispered to babies!
Reveal yourself, tame your wind...
come down from your throne!
Could I stay in this fragmented relationship,
approach the storm and not be a capsized ship?
I went through much unbearable frustration,
put up with your whims, feeding your contention,
approving the angry glances of an aggressive fool:
you owned everything, but was that really cool?
To admire you is pathetic,
watching you burn trust to regain lost vanities;
do you find it strange or amusing...
thinking that emotions can't become feelings?
To admire you is pathetic,
realize that losing is heartbreaking!
We can go blow-for-blow, toe-to-toe, or flow-for-flow,
As the troop from the soup sit back and enjoy the show.
I am merciless, like the SAMURAI with the AFRO,
Since I slice and dice my competition where ever I go!
After blessing your poor little soul, like the Pope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
I will always draw first blood, just like RAMBO!
You could never keep up, because your pen moves too slow.
I am the best at this game, with an aim like a pro!
Get your ducks in a row, or get shot like a crow!
Before you and your cell mate decide to elope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
You claim to be the great, great grandson of Edgar Allan Poe?!
Get real Bro! More like a descendant of Larry, Curly, or Moe!
This group, at the soup, got duped by the status quo,
But like G.I.Joe, half the battle...I know!
Because each one of your "slams" make you look like a dope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
I'll weed you out with a hoe to give you more time to grow,
Because in the garden of life, you reap what you sow!
Sooner or later, you will pay the price that you owe,
Though it might take time for you to earn that much dough!
Because the little wizard has been left without hope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
Instead of coming back to attack, you should just lay low.
I shine all the time, but you can barely even glow.
So, here is some friendly advice from your poetic foe.....
The next time you get challenged, you should just say NO!
So, while laughing at your inability to cope,
I would have to remind you not to drop the soap!
As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour,
Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground.
Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour
Every tiny, curled hair floating in the murk around and around.
Pool party skies reside a millimeter higher than the tallest fingertip:
Leftovers infect this mass of last meals passed on.
A spindle of cloth runs out with time enough to graze my lip
And still no locks of winter-lived years could sink a single talon
Into the darkest dark of fleeting moments taken from a fork.
Shall this be all that has come from years after that first unscrewed cork?
PATHETIC FAITH
...to not be overwhelmed...to have great faith...this is a testing time...
Without complete faith, it wont work 4 me...so i must obsess on the faith in things working...
I have tried visualizing {SEEING}many things...eg water pump working in car that was getting hot ..
saw Cousins aorta shrinking, was got 2 amazing :} XRAYS SAID bulging aorta was shrinking...
I was quoted 2 grand 4 repairs...i kept seeing water-pump working, drove 200 miles and return etc,
Also thermostat opening, and cracked head sealing....did 1000 kilometers with me car like ...that...
a learning thingy...
Also i visualised, saw, my petrol pump working in petrol tank...to get it working when it stuck several times...saw the pump rotating and it did...
It was easier than climbing under the car and thumping the petrol tank to unstick a corroded terminal ..{.i think corrosion stops a lot of electronic equipment...even computers ...all the vibration in em causes little plug in boards to move and not connect properly, so if it dont work reseat of just push em in a bit firmer to fix a non working corrosion probby...bit of wd40 can help}
worked on the pump...Don.... I have a sore tooth and I infect it with smurfs with needles and pick-axes doing the healing, more seeing 4 the subconciousness program...
when you are in spirit you can create things with your mind by seeing it happen, the same in human form if you have great faith...very f'ing hard though...the clearer picture is stronger...
DONT EXPECT BAD THINGS...DONT DRAW THE CRABS:} ….ole Johnson...
Hate
just, as usual, a preposterous excuse
an excuse it is
it's one indeed..
one you pathetic human use to escape
for an escape is all that maters to you people right?
right?
an escape to everything...an escape from facing your fears
the fear of confronting that one dude or girl
why hate?
just do it
confront.
-Leo Collins
Sad pathetic man
Separated from God above
Longing, unfilled
It wasn't what we wrote;
that which was startling, or true,
or even the stark cynical twist
which grasped at the neck so early,
but the fact that deep below
was the cold pathetic marrow
that ached and ached and we
felt no shame in our therapy-
writing page after page
of neurotic fireworks,
and very few,
but the most low and dying
really knew
and felt
The Grime,
that slime and slithering evil
of despair and medicated happiness,
our poetic moments-
that which we could bare,
'was', and 'is' why
we will never be loved.
Adorned in scabs and faded scars
You swore you’d never let it go this far
And friends aren’t who they say they are
in this pathetic life
You haven’t eaten, haven’t slept
The clothes you wear are all that’s left
Your other stuff - you lost to theft
and this pathetic life
Steal from family just the same
dishonesty’s your middle name
and all the pawn shops know your game
in this pathetic life
A hopeful end you swear you’re done
Oh look! Here comes another one
You’ll do just ONE MORE HIT for fun
in this pathetic life
Your time’s run out your needle’s bent
Your friends have left, your money’s spent
Your dope was your own detriment
in this pathetic life