Best Refusal Poems
Forevermore I’ll still desire you,
Despite that never shall you speak my name,
I’ll always love the silly things you do,
And think of how delightful life can be.
When first I kissed you underneath our tree,
Where now a forest grows of guilty shame,
My heart discovered pure serenity,
And thus refuses ever split in two.
10/31/2016
A/B/A/C/C/B/C/A
Categories:
refusal, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
A cuddly Harp Seal, when just a bub,
Swam further south and slipped into a pub,
The barman gave a wink,
Have this whisky to drink?...
“No way known, it’s Canadian Club!”
Categories:
refusal, humor,
Form:
Limerick
The word is foreign in my tongue,
The meaning is clear in your heart.
When we were as close as one,
A severed nerve now throbs, and aches.
Memory of your scent fills my mind,
The taste of your skin lingers still.
Optimism of forever was a bright sunrise,
A dark sun now fills the horizon.
Our bridge spanned language, distance, and culture;
On opposite shores we now stand apart.
A future no more, were your words,
My heart beat slower, my soul drained.
Past days bring warmth to my heart,
Yet your last words chill my core.
My name was Chotu on your lips,
Forever you will be, my only Chotkii.
Categories:
refusal, goodbye, loss, memory, relationship,
Form:
Ghazal
Refusal
Stood on top my desk
rope over a beam
postman knocked three times
there is hope
a letter
a publisher has sent me a letter
I open it and laughed
it is another rejection
something about my spelling
lack of punctuation and commas
the publisher
used to be a teacher
Categories:
refusal, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
REFUSAL TO DUCK
Tucker sits on lawn chair sipping his pop.
Two bullet holes like flies land on backdrop.
A retired mechanism.
He’s done with tourism.
He’s a sitting duck in front of a shop.
8/16/2017
Categories:
refusal, humor,
Form:
Limerick
When shadows rise,
From within,
Life closes its paths,
That's where she has been,
Her emotions all gone,
Stabbed to death,
Her will becoming strong,
With every breath,
The mockingbirds at night sings no more,
There is only silence where it sang before,
She wondered why that has been?
Has our ignorance chocked their voices?
Do they ever had choices?
The feeling of betrayal,
Is worse than death,
For death strikes at once ,
But latter everyday,
Both causes pain,
In there own way.
She stumbled upon the grass,
Refused to stop,
To reach the horizon ,
Just to catch some scaup,
Oh how she wished to be that bird,
This period of growing up,
Is torturous and absurd.
She wondered why the kids refused to play..
Has the unreasonable doubt kept them away?
Are we taking there childhood this way,
Or blocking their imaginations for the coming days,
She wondered why the trees so still?
They must have felt the winter cold,
The angry young , the failing old.
Is there a better world somewhere,
Or better people to bring her out of despair,
Avoiding the faces she ran for a while,
Her face so plane,Has lost that smile,
Was it the time or circumstances,
Whatever the reason be,
She never gave up on chances,
As for how we live today,
Will change our lives for the coming days..
As Per now, she know,
Why we refuse to grow,
Why the mockingbirds refused to sing,
No one understand the joy they bring,
She know why the trees are not like before,
We refuse to change , and I will say no more.
Categories:
refusal, deep, emotions, growing up,
Form:
Lyric
Refusal To Be Bamboozled
Immersed insecure among the books,
Hides the anti-Christ naturalist.
The bamboozled crowd awe in unison
And look impressed (something new) to witness.
As members of the mob mentality,
Unable to comprehend originality,
The artist’s intentions of creativity
In the presentation of reality.
“No artist tolerates reality,” says Nietzsche
(His reasoning is impotent; afraid of women.)
Horsewhip them with jargonish clichés,
Transcend them into ‘Overmen!’
Poor wanna-be nihilistic Nietzsche,
Syphilitic, dangerous, and deceptive.
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Notes:
1) Quote attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 to 1900) – “The Complete Works of Friedrich Nietzsche”, Vol. 15: “The Will To Power” - Pg. 74:572 “An artist cannot endure reality, he turns away or back from it:…”
2) Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900): Friedrich Nietzsche was a famous and influential German philosopher, writer, poet, philologist, and music composer, and considered an intellectual by many.
3) Übermensch is German for “Overman” or “Superman.”
4) Nihilism is the rejection of all religion and morality, and life is meaningless; extreme skepticism. Nietzsche statement: “Gott ist tot!” (God is Dead!) [“The Gay Science” by Friedrich Nietzsche (1882)].
5) Nietzsche’s mental breakdown and death is believed to be attributed to syphilis.
Categories:
refusal, education, history, meaningful, perspective,
Form:
Sonnet
A tender heart
is capable of what?
A warm light
in the coldest
and darkest
moonless night;
An embrace
and refusal
of playing
the arrogant
and smart;
I see but then what?
A harmony of
rain droplets
carefully descending
everywhere around
touching our cheeks
offering more of life
and wiping out
tears of deception;
I see! What more?
A reminder
that pain is just a drill
among the drills of life
targeted towards
our weakness and fragility
and meant to make us
feel strong and learn
a daunting lifelong lesson.
I see but then also what?
A tender heart
is capable of courage
Like a noble soldier
Deciding to turn down
an invitation of death.
A candid heart
beating to life
refusing to join
dancing with death
and unwilling to fall
in the trap of taking
desire for love.
- Chokri Omri
(Tunisia, 2021)
Categories:
refusal, confidence,
Form:
Free verse
A little hidden, beautiful, and tranquil aquarium
With an amazing view of the subterranean dome.
The ache may be the sign of worsening emotion,
From a little city where the rogues are at home.
With a fearful thrill of the coming unknown,
Moments long for, stand out but hide its face,
Behind a painted parade, I note the obvious tone,
where love in mockery is the dream of anguish.
In what other life it lives, and have known the heart,
That moved the shivering lips into silent refusal.
No cruel curses heard what inner voices blew out,
In predatory chase energy process, the potential.
Becoming friends unaware of the foxy danger,
Striving with that romantic short-sighted sense.
The gate to escape is hidden by the breathless hour,
Seeking safety but meet walls in towers of defence.
In the people flies the pestilence, fogy defiance.
Against deep penetration lay the silent barriers.
The poor are brought lower by the mesh of lace,
Striped, and passed through eyelets as travellers.
Rather go in rows safely beneath the earth disk,
Rogues know the secret that they cannot disclose.
The winds which bring risk blow where they list,
Death knows nothing of the pretence when it goes.
Categories:
refusal, corruption, funeral, hurt, introspection,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
A Refusal To Believe
After I read about it and further perusal,
Punishment may be cruel and unusual;
Did have disdain;
They were insane,
And to believe it my soul had a refusal.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Bolivia, NC
Categories:
refusal, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
My cries of forgiveness
And painful regret
My sins of the flesh
You could never forget
I begged your forgiveness
For so many years
But the louder my heart shouted
It fell on deaf ears
You fed off my misery
And thirsted for my pain
But I saw in your face
All was in vain
So no more will I suffer,
beg or repent
You sucked my emotions dry
and my patience is spent.
But my resolve is much stronger
And I cast you away
My hurting is over
I no longer shall stay
The price for your forgiveness
I see is my soul
Escape from your torture
Is now my life’s goal
I’m through with your lies
And belittling ways
I choose a new life
And I choose not to pay
Categories:
refusal, anger, betrayal, break up,
Form:
Rhyme
under his stench,
the world known,
her love drips viscous
to the glade.
his wanting quenched,
in a slight light shone
surface-reflected eyes
beholding dawn,
a son which the night
in its end
has made.
Categories:
refusal, death, imagination, life,
Form:
Blank verse
the green nymph in shallow water
knows no life but this
yet when Pan comes,
all dark-eyed & wanting
there is no refusal of nature
the world ends & begins anew
in the fingertips of mischief
Categories:
refusal, life, mystery, nature, passion,
Form:
Blank verse
My refusal skills are pretty much non-existent.
I grew up in a small town where most people say yes.
Others use words like no, absolutely not, not my clowns.
I say okay almost immediately to any request coming my way.
For where I grew up anyone who said no was labelled a trouble maker.
An outcast, a do-badder,
I know it is crazy, but I really do
want my reputation for being a pushover fully intact.
Categories:
refusal, self,
Form:
Free verse
I embrace the dark as my own
Where shadows pale and absent light
Threads of time never sewn
Like the sun to never meet but a single night
And travelers grow but weary
Drifters sought for homes to stay
Evermore to never be constantly
Have I not yearn but a single day?
Out of phase, out of place
Everywhere is but nowhere all at once
Illusions and dreams, never again to chase
Have I a light from darkness to be given chance?
Allow me to refuse for a moment’s pause
If all shall disregard in kind
It is but treasured because its lost
That of missing, perhaps anew shall promise find
From light... was darkness my own?
Shadows but all eluding from sight
Time found, never promised home
And I see the sun absent shadowy night
Categories:
refusal, imagination, sun,
Form:
Rhyme