Best Refusals Poems
Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls
Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails
my desire for your true love yet remains.
Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells
death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains!
O' that your deep sorrows, you had not found,
into your private island had not fled.
Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*)
each night a pale ghost rising from the dead!
Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you
with ghostly arms, begging you to follow.
You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who
your refusals, bitter pills to swallow!
O' that I had lived and gave you my all.
You would love me, not hear such nightly calls.
R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1975
Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide)
Categories:
refusals, appreciation, art, assonance, dark,
Form:
Sonnet
Waves refuse to cease,
Kissing impassive shorelines:
Countless refusals.
Categories:
refusals, nature, ocean, relationship,
Form:
Haiku
"FEMALE LOGIC"
last night
I slept in her car,
it wasn't because she kicked
me out, it wasn't because I
popped off at the mouth, it
was because the security
alarm was set.
the morning
came and with it, my expectancy
to see her face.
this wasn't
the case.
in a message to her,
I expressed that she needed to
drive me to the corner so I could
avoid any imperial entanglements.
this was at 9AM.
after a few
refusals, excuses and finally being
ignored, I left.
as I walk down
the street, she pulls up.
"you need a ride?"
I get inside.
"you're confusing.
I do what you ask and you get
mad." she says.
the time was 11AM.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-28-2016
Categories:
refusals, car, earth, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
The world is a place of illusion,
An illusion which mortals would never comprehend
This is a place of vision, of submission
Of something they would never understand
……………………………….
Life is drama,
Without any rehearsals
Without any comma
Or any refusals
………………………..
Love is another thing
Incomprehensible
Irreversible
Unrepeatable
Unthinkable
Another common fling
…………………………..
And deatth
No words
It always pours
Never rains….
Categories:
refusals, community, confusion, creation, death,
Form:
Diamante
Teach 'Your' child to be at times "ADAMANT",
Yet don't forget to instil in 'Him' the inclination towards "BENEVOLENCE",
Don't let 'His' values just always be "COMPLIANT",
Introduce 'Him' to refusals and the bold "DEFIANCE".
Bring to 'Him' the facts of 'Practical' World but nurture 'Him' to be moderately "EMOTIONAL",
What all 'He' does, inculcate in 'Him' the very needed "FORBEARANCE",
Fix 'His' trust, but do check 'Him' being "GULLIBLE",
Establish in 'His' mind to listen to 'His Conscience' when faced with "HESITANCE".
Teach 'Him' 'Winning hearts' but not as if "INVADED",
Challenge 'Yourself': Make 'His' presence a matter of "JUBILANCE",
Inject 'Him' with the attitude of winning for which others need not be "KICKED"!
'His Success' ought not to be on else's grave; instead should emit "LUMINANCE".
Don't teach 'Him' to tell lies; but tell 'Him' when just to "MOULD",
Imbue 'Him' with the responsibility of raising 'His Voice' but also make 'Him' learn life saving "NEGLIGENCE",
Make 'Him' aware 'We all perish', but 'Heart' is something that never gets "OLD",
Teach 'Him' 'Sweat'; Convince 'Him'- 'One's dreams always stay alive in his course of "PERSISTENCE"'.
Transform 'Him' to be an ideal for all in 'His' four "QUADRANTS",
Entreasure in 'Him' the wealth of cherishable "REVERENCE",
Implant in 'Him' the significance of the word "SIGNIFICANCE",
Infuse in 'Him' the strength and courage to face any "TURBULENCE".
Teach 'Him' to be an 'Orator' arguing the wrong with "UTTERANCE",
Inscribe on 'His' mind 'One's greatest enemy is none but "VENGEANCE"',
Make 'Him' learn others' abilities and be their success' "WITNESS",
Also make 'Him' learn that 'True Heroism' is in being your own and not in "XEROXANCE".
Teach 'Him' to smile in pain, and rise after fall,
But don't forget to imbue 'Him' with a sense to control 'His' "YEARNANCE",
Teach 'Him' well, but help 'Him' to be a Human, above all,
You, the 'teacher' ; Your child's battlefield 'Your School':
Help Yourself and Your child reach your goals teaching 'Him' the never ending "ZEALOUSNESS"....
Categories:
refusals, care, children, class, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
The God of fire
It took him twenty years
to write his novel.
Twenty refusals later
he gave the manuscript
to the fire which
greedily absorbed it.
A phone call from nowhere,
send us another novel.
It took twenty more years
to write a new book
and the god Agni
burnt his hands.
As a thank you.
Success at last he cried
to a man with a yellow helmet
carrying an axe.
Categories:
refusals, funny, god, write, god,
Form:
Blank verse
(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)
I am cradling the moment
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my thumbs
Two yellow earth moons rise …one and two over
the western waves of my pointers and pinkies
They flirt and romance you in the moment ....with dabbling night lights
They curl around the earth
…just like you and I
always swirling around each other
twined vines…circling …rising
growing strong in our gravities force
but denied full union by the pulls of any other source
our ever ...up rooted love
our twine...our vines …cut back as if by morning light
only to grow again in 52 fortnights
Come to me in moon dreams…my love
Let me cradle you
...this moment is kind and the night is blind to refusals
and our love is always rising upon the ever edge of the glass ceiling of reality
Return to me …with the incoming tides
made higher still by today's two moons
and this our gravity..... eternal
Categories:
refusals, lost love, moon, ,
Form:
Free verse
Where do I fall in the niche of things
And where do times change
When you appeared a life time of promises sang
Being invincible is nothing I wish you to be
Unguard your mind
Don't leave anything undefined
The muddy water is never clear
And I wish to know the reason for every tear
When I walk away as we say our goodbyes
I will peer
Over my should
And to see you do it to
Makes the cold air leave
So let me clean your sleeves
Of the broken and shelled heart
And let us go to heaven
To ask where we start
I wish to know the truth
So we can be able to move
Without one misstep
And making no mistakes
For gods sake
Its time to do something right
Clip my wings one more time
Heaven is not where my heart seems to point too
Its like god know
Very few do
You are a being
Sweet and divine
I am here to give you the way to show your shine
Blind me with your love
Let me pour my heart out as well
Fill the wishing well with the sweet and effortless stories we tell
If I taught you to fill my heart
To hear my love
And to see my wings
Would you shed your gloves
And sing your dreams
Would you like to be taken above
To be with me one more time
I have reservations for eternity
All you must do is make up your mind
Murder me with refusals
And block me with the usual
But the arch will leave by morning
Or I will wait until my wings grow
Would you mind soaring
Touring the universe
And galaxies
Stars and planets alike
Just say yes and I will be alright
You have kept my love
For so long
I shall love you and you shall belong
Determine the matter
Don't leave me here shattered
Matted with fear
Do you love me dear
Your soul shines clear as a glacier mountain
And the northern lights depict your souls flight
That it has taken into me
Categories:
refusals, loveme, heart, time, heart,
Form:
REJECTION IS YOUR RELIGION
I hear tell about perfection
I choose to talk about rejection
as in I reject the notion of perfection
and rejection lately seems to be my selection
I select to reject the thought of your inconsideration
and constantly causing me nothing but aggravation
I see people holding hands as if they are one
while i'm in love with a loaded gun
I never know when that gun will fire
and the situation I find myself in is dire
i'm in love with someone who won't even give me a chance
and uses her words as a weapon such as a lance
she refuses to try to please me in any way
and doesn't care about a thing I say
all she cares about is her and her alone
while she remains stoic as a sedimentary stone
i've grown weary of her refusals and denials
and my deepest love she constantly defiles
her lack of compassion is beyond belief
while she's stolen my heart as speciously as any thief
well once stolen what's gone is gone and faded away
as she continues to contradict anything I say
she prefers rejection over perfection any day
and turns every blue sky in a saddening sky of gray
© 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
refusals, angst, me, love, me,
Form:
Quatrain
If I were a child again, I would learn to draw worlds from lines and curves of dreams,
To breathe life into paper with colors intertwined in a silent and pure symphony,
But as an adult, I don't even know how to draw a boundary between desires and reality,
Letting the outlines fade into the fog of days that pass relentlessly.
If I were a child again, I would learn to say "no" as an incantation of freedom,
To protect my soul with gentle yet firm refusals, like the walls of a fortress,
But now, as an adult, I struggle with my own hesitations, a battle of politeness and fear,
Unable to refuse, burying myself in promises I cannot keep.
If I were a child again, I would learn to maintain order in the chaos of play,
To carefully tend the fragile gardens of intensely lived moments,
But as an adult, I have only learned to unravel things, to leave everything in disorder,
Trying to find balance on a thin thread of desires and regrets.
If I were a child again, I would learn to let go of what no longer fits,
To let the wind take memories away like the leaves of late autumn,
But as an adult, I cling to candy wrappers, to small gifts,
Kept as relics of love, fearing to lose what once was.
If I were a child again, I would learn to truly live, to breathe joy,
To dance through days without worries, to rest under a sky full of living stars,
But as an adult, I merely survive, with nights of broken rest and shattered dreams,
Searching for meaning and peace in the tumult of a life always on the run, always uneasy.
If I were a child again, I would learn what is truly necessary, essential,
So I wouldn't have to unlearn what isn't mine, to shed the false ballast,
To grow with a light heart, untouched by useless burdens and hollow dreams,
To embrace life with the pure innocence and courage of a beginning without end.
Categories:
refusals, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Beware of the Big Banks
By Elton Camp
From big banks you must expect things like these:
Loan refusals, interest jumps and increasing fees
Apparently, it has become too much to expect
That banks for their customers show respect
“We encouraged you to take a variable rate loan
You should’ve refused & so your house is gone.”
“You now have thirty days in which to vacate
Or we will be taking an action that you’ll hate.”
“So you have money to invest in the bank CDs?
We will pay you just as little interest as we please.”
“You think your checking account should be free?
About such a ridiculous thought we will just see.”
While our debit card we encouraged you to take
We see not to charge a large fee was a mistake.”
“And for our bank’s most wonderful credit card
An annual charge shouldn’t be really all that hard.”
“You actually want to speak to a real human teller?
Then expect to pay us for your access to that feller.”
Community banks and credit unions are on the rise
To the greedy big banks that should be no surprise
Categories:
refusals, business,
Form:
Rhyme
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep has wagered
And finding yourself in the mindless
spatial wasteland
You play two-handed poker
with the devil of your fright
The Prince holding just one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He deals chance from the bottom,
this third time to be the charm
Your hand is folded,
as the present fires upon the night
Hitting your fate dead center,
all that’s left in quicker sand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation left in full retreat
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Categories:
refusals, fate,
Form:
Free verse
Searching through the forest,
chasing dreams your sleep abandoned
And losing yourself in the mindless
spatial distance
You play two handed poker
with the devil of the night
The Prince holding only one card,
as you gamble it all…
Forever promising:
“This hand will be your ticket out”
He relays his wagered truth,
with a baton of shattered tears
But time recovers,
the present firing upon the night
Hitting it at last dead center,
the debris now quicksand
Drowning the last excuse
of your bloodless past refusals
Salvation now in full retreat,
—all exits thrice denied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Categories:
refusals, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
My Dream and My Nation
I am walking on a road
It is clear and neat to walk
All of them are going in their lane
None violates the rules
Though it is the time of nine
A police stands and guides the vehicles
With a pleasing smile and peace
No smoke and dust in my breath
Every thing moves on their rules
Schools are overwhelming with joy
There is no cry and all
There are no fees and tortures
Beggar's sons are getting skill
The bribery is removed from this land
Nobody knows the term of bribe
Delays and refusals have gone out
PERFECTION IS THE NAME OF MY NATION
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Categories:
refusals, social,
Form:
Free verse
Water is the only visitor for us here it tickles
thunder and lightning signal their arrival drops form rivers as it trickles
The force of its power tries to shape us carves our prickles
Transformed in our way unlike the idols we surround so simple yet fickle
The invisible hand of wind sweeps, a breeze of fingers it creeps gives us the power to fly
It comes for some but not all this time, refusals denied, our departure without tears, no time to cry
Some are left to watch them go do they look back do they try
Our land paints a new picture everyday grains turn to dust carried into the sky
Where do they go when they are out of sight
Is the landscape is forever changed as they are taken away day and night
The sand is forever shifting winds grows strong and too hard to fight
I see them carried away without wings I finally take flight
Caught on a wind and carried to the sky the limits of which impossible to show
I have never before seen the size of this mighty lion or this many buildings bellow
The beach beneath me as far as I can see continues to grow
Over the top of the pyramids higher and higher and higher I go
From here I see the desert that for so long I called home
I am on a journey controlled by the wind I feel so alone
There are others here with me I see them and feel strong
I wonder if the ones on the ground will know that I have gone
For the first time ever I look past the clouds
I look down on the birds a river the crowds
Higher still higher I hope for more if I am allowed
For the first time, I see what I was a part of and of that I am proud
Up here I see stars where only astronauts play
The sky has no end I see night and see day
Have others seen these same things was their journey this way
I am scared and excited unable to return so here I must stay
Far below me, the horizon curves the land away rivers feed the oceans
The land moves from beneath me below blue water in my heart warm emotions
Everything to be seen at once but not a part of the grounds commotion
Peace is found isolated in this cloud from dirt to sand to dust all promotions
Categories:
refusals, spiritual, travel,
Form:
Verse