Best Reprimands Poems
We are The Generation,
Holding tomorrow in the palm of our hands
Ancestors deemed us responsible
Yet Today only reprimands
We are The Generation, the majority
Of futile yearnings, beguiled by what
Only brings more shame…Beguiled by what
Only brings more shame
Embellished with the nudity we call fashion
Seeking the colors of the world in manicure
Beauty is now only material…
Attire, what a fine cure!
We are The Generation, we want to explore
The tastes of the world, in nicotine, in alcohol
It’s something we call fun!
Gossip, magazines… invaluable lore
We are articulate, we just love to curse
Between every couple of words, five oaths!
Our eligible vocabulary is written in scraps
In the fine poetry, we like to call rap
Love to us is very divine
My boyfriend and I have been together
For two months…eternity! We match, we intertwine
Our engagement is next week
Religion is to us an identity, a name
I am this and I am that
But we all squander our time just the same
We are one unity, remember?
We are The Generation, we are The Glory,
You know that magazine?
We hold the future in safe hands
We are The Generation… and more is yet to come
Categories:
reprimands, life, people, sad, satire
Form:
Free verse
Life is a dangerous struggle
Full of inconsistencies, challenges and pains
Life is not fair even to the fair skinned
The dark skinned are not faring better either
In everyone's backyard a little rain must drop
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
In life, even the rich also cry
The poor in pains and agonies cries ceaselessly
The middle class have no problems 'cause they never existed
The orphans on the street go bare footed and hungry
Everyone is plagued by this turbulent journey called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it.
Life is an endless and unpleasant adventure
Ending in one phase and continues in another phase
Beggers beg and no one gives to them
Widows cry and no one hears their voice
Everyone is caught up in this crazy web called life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
In life, the religious are not the righteous
The righteous looks rough and rugged
Unnoticed because they have no class
For long we have been in this turmoil called life
And it has promised to continue unabated, no end at sight
Whatever happens, set your goals and go for it
The smart acts smartly by running away
They cross the sea, the Mediterranean sea
Unfortunately, you can't run away from life
Run away from it here and you will meet it there
Even though we're here, I know we'll soon be there
Only if we can set our goals and go for it
Life is everywhere, has no friends, has no foes
Life rewards, reproved and reprimands
Everyone is lotted opportunities in life
And it's their responsibility to take them
The faithful pray while the unfaithful prey
Whatever you do, set your goals and go for it
Life has no end, life has no beginning
Life is an omen, the omen never lies
Life keeps everyone busy on their own lane
Though some lanes are fast, some are slow
But ultimately every vehicle gets to its destination
Only if we can just set our goals and go for it
Life cares for no one, Life is hostile
Life is an excruciating and toilsome lot
Imperfect Life preaches perfection
Unfortunately, no one needs perfection
We're all trapped in this vicious cycle called Life
Whatever be your lot, set your goals and go for it
Categories:
reprimands, confidence, courage, dream, encouraging,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Forbiden Love
I impose quarantine!
On what is rightfully mine,
If the elders don’t mind,
And choose to be enough kind,
As to put the past aside,
Then, I’ve nothing to hide.
Purity, I believe,
Is hard to achieve,
Your wisdom I perceive,
And reprimands I receive,
But again if she leaves,
I will be the bereaved.
Mine is the fear,
Hers are bitter tears,
Yours is purity,
Mine is unity,
With all due respect,
I choose to defect.
She is My Queen,
Wasn’t easy to win,
She is your kin,
Yet it pricks like a pin,
Makes you grab your chin,
As though love is sin.
You may despise and curse,
Regard me an outcast,
“But what God has put together,
Let no man put asunder”
Based on Ngugi wa Thiong'os book, The River Between.
Categories:
reprimands, love,
Form:
Rhyme
O! FLUFF! FIZZ! ICE-TRUFFLES and BANDALEES!
Can't see the forest, for the snow on trees!
Where every gossamer veil of snow delights
And every string of bulbs mimics Heav'n's Lights!
O! TRUE! the tales of gnomes and Ice-Elves are!
(I fear some fool will catch one in a jar
and so, I've held my Peace on this -- so far)
But NOW, I must speak out, you see... on par
With Ancient Wisdom are the Fairy Stories,
Chuck full of Angels, dwarves... filled with the Glories
Of... Champions, Magicians of Renown...
Of tiny folk, who live in Tinytown…
Of Reprimands for those who trouble Nature
(Or use JUST Scientific Nomenclature).
REBUKE! O, WISE! The Unbelievers, ALL!
Who LAUGH at gnolls and trolls, both great, and small!
For He that trusts not, sews with poison thread,
That knots Hope; leaves Imagination dead.
Date Written: December 28, 2018
For Contest: BUNNY LUMP
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
reprimands, fairy, hope, imagination, simple,
Form:
Rhyme
I can remember her face in my dream.
Her feature is somewhat brave, prominent jaw line and thick brows but pretty.
She’s taller than me; her face was so vivid in my dream.
Built is bigger though not fat, just big.
I can almost paint her if I just know how.
The woman I married in my dream.
She was wearing maroon floral long blouse or something Malaysian like.
But with hijab, wow what a wonderful dream!
She’s submissive and positivist.
Too opposite with her features
That she just took my reprimands, lightly.
She's so clear to me.
I am feeling she exists.
I just don't know from what era or where.
But in my dream, it was her who went to me for a marriage.
And that I've been waiting.
Indeed weird!
She was walking in a foot bridge coming to me.
She is with a guy, probably her brother or cousin.
But not seem to be her dad though.
Oh my wife in a dream!
But I forgot when I was dreaming!
I just knew that she's Tausug because we both speak in Sinug.
But grew up and raised somewhere here.
I do hope I find her. That’s it.
But some of my dreams come true.
Good luck to me!
This is a story of someone’s dream named FS and shared to me.
Categories:
reprimands, bridal shower, creation, desire,
Form:
Bio
I am a dare-dreamer, a mask wearer
a soul bare-r (but not always my own); a word-weaver.
I pull at thoughts like strings. Strings of cobwebs
and cirrus, frayed dungarees and threadbare memories
until I warp and weft strings of thoughts into poems.
Sometimes I get caught in my own knots—
I cut myself loose of those naughty strings.
I hold onto kite strings… oh, and rainbows strings.
They connect my soles to the realm of my soul,
but at times, I lose sight of my kites in the gale.
Was I irresponsible with responsibility for my strings?
I think thoughts need to get lost in clouds and wind;
lost in clouds and wind to find the eye-of-the-storm
where I rescue kites and make a poetry page my stage
and my arena. I twine strings into a heavyweight rope.
Fasten it to four corners of the contest page. I enter,
incognito, with Apollo imagery and Dionysus metaphor;
a masked prize-fighter filled with creative pangst.
I grin for wins in poesy masquerade parades
but when I fail, strings break off of my drama mask.
Revealed but unrecognized, am I just a fractured rainbow?
My inner balcony critic reprimands:
“sunlight through raindrops must be flawless
to create flawless strings of prismatic color”!
Alas, lack of refraction left white words non prismatic.
I restring my tragedy mask; the ego sphere of a versateer.
I create poetry because I love to pluck things;
pluck things like harp strings and heartstrings.
If I no longer make readers cry, will bleat cred be lost?
Don’t think I won’t pluck nightshade petals, fly wings
and cello strings to make you feel my tormentia!
I’ll quiver the lips of lost-in-loss verse. Coax your soul
to sip the pale ale of sorrow —as scents of strawberries
scald your skin. I’m not unhappy to gratify your senses.
I loop a maverick string whirl it and throw—
lasso a funhouse mirror and rein it in.
Imagination dances on stilts in looney glass gaze.
I use my muse strings to hang mirrors and I ask;
who’s the puppeteer and who’s the marionette—
the poet or the reader?
Categories:
reprimands, art, conflict, identity, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
Events that live in infamy
Some life-changing, others life-ending
Hiroshima, the World Trade Center,
areas struck by tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes
Life that remains will never be the same
Survivors are plagued by emotions of loss and grief
Consider couples who fought over breakfast
Or parents whose last words were reprimands
A king’s ransom might be offered
For the opportunity we still have
Live without regret
Part with tender words
Express feelings every day
Love alone lives on past tragedy
Categories:
reprimands, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I’m a falcon seamlessly driven
I can flex and torque
My tapered wings flap like a hawk
Flight feathers long and slender like a ballerina
I’m vicious like bird of prey hunting with eyes
But I’m not like others in my tribe
I would rather burn my feathers like a fireball in the sun
Or sail through the blue unknown
But never kill another anyone like my merlin friends
I want to break away like tenacious winds
Fastest as it can be
My faith flutters my winglets strong
May I be outcast or deprived
But let my spirits soar high
Let me reach the heaven of prayers
My partial me reprimands I will
Down below my falcon lineage will see me through
Later as a fossil in time
But right now I just want to fly like ashes in the golden yellow sky.
Categories:
reprimands, faith,
Form:
Personification
We live in a world
Where all things are moving
Where nothing halts
Where nothing turns back
Where all that it is is noise
We live in a world
Broken souls grace the streets
Hopeless lives is all that it is
Drive for money consumes minds
Shuttered dreams we walk on
We live in a world
Where cruelty is honoured
Where mercy is a suicide plea
Where love is a trashed word
Where pain is someone's cup of tea
We live in a world
Death is a wake up call
A call that requires a heart that listens
Listening is out of the context
Words wind washed
We live in a world
Religion is all that is
Routine is walking to church every Sunday
No growth,no grace,no glory
Jumping when the instruments are played
Clapping when asked to
Out of habit it is
We live in a world
Dependency has taken root
Financial literacy is foreign
Life is a hustle they all say
Daughters taught to not try hard
''It's a taboo for you to be highly educated
You must clean the dishes
You have to cook
You can't wear that
Dresses at floor length
Your hair done once a year
All in the name of ''wife material''
Sons taught '' I pay the bills i make the rules ''
It's a screwed nation
Devoid of pity
Ripped of mercy
Backwardness clouds their thoughts
Reprimands point all to revolutionists
Till when?
_kathomz??
Categories:
reprimands, africa, anger, anxiety, christian,
Form:
Prose
“Not down any drain!”
livid chef reprimands sous
fatberg prevention
Categories:
reprimands, environment,
Form:
Senryu
Mystified me, the expressions so weird;
Neither love nor acceptance
It stirred my soul, churned my mind
Why so?? bewilderment continued...
Humiliation, reprimands, insults
Discrimination, innuendo, malice
victimised the poor,the needy,the deprived
Unheard men,their voice suppressed!
Situation proliferated and protracted
Proofs to augmenting denial,disgrace and social decay.
Even in death none to commiserate!
No helping hands to lift them all.....
Never in my thought would i ever wish
to immortalise this picture of colossal wreck;
Let miracle happen and herald a tide
to wash away this plight and resurrect this all
Deep within, my soul cries, why is it real
Why is it happening???
The only solace I find is a ray of hope
that a miracle occurs and ignites a spark of resurrection ,
to mop all discrimination and vices with its gentle sweep!
Categories:
reprimands, angel, art,
Form:
Free verse
Put your faith in The Faithful
That you may expect Truth from the Truthful
For among men are resilient respondents
Who may crumble into dependent despondents
In the glare of weighty demands
Impatience and unforgiving reprimands
Only God can fully satisfy man
For his needs and appetites are greater than
Any man's positive attitude
Or all of men's collective fortitude
For we all need our heads supernaturally raised
And our steps immaculately paced
Categories:
reprimands, christian, confidence, faith,
Form:
Couplet
Putting thoughts on paper, connoting their portent;
contesting guilt by being lyrically concordant
with symphonic tones of poetical elegance,
expressing a mere necessity rather than extravagance.
Putting thoughts on paper is connoting their meaning,
while being internally stirred by a conversional insight;
so adamant in displaying poetic verses to the living...
expressing dire necessities rather than narrating plight.
Contesting guilt and dissolve its pain begore it gets intense,
sleep restores the weariness endured to achieve the quest;
drastic changes have to be made and be lyrically concordant:
is there anything easily obtained without a sustained diligence?
Use sympathetic tones with no harsh reprimands: shun contention;
your genuine narrative can be epic and assertive enough to convince,
stir clear of hideous ideologies that smother with souls with vengeance:
denial is the culprit of all absurd vanities, repentance leads to redemption.
Categories:
reprimands, art, passion, sad, uplifting,
Form:
Quatrain
In default of,….
Stern reprimands are uncles to say for china mouths.
China would being force to say uncles and then fall.
In default of laws are china tyrants’ hearts.
Entire ways in depth are china loves with stunts. They are nasty nice.
Going into details all are china hegemony ways.
Only hopes for crossing hearts are yes and agree to officers’ careerism also kowtow well to typical tyranny.
Strain related are moods that got going into tyrants putting traps. China now may need to damn.
------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
Categories:
reprimands, dark,
Form:
ABC
Fragile
She seems so fragile.
I imgaine you with her, touching her gently,
as she lets her slender fingers linger on your skin -
those fingers with the long polished nails
she must spend hours on each week to maintain so perfectly.
Her face, her body and her hair are smooth - so smooth and beautiful.
How delicate her features.
She’s a china doll with a tiny waist that would fit so easily in a man’s embrace -
that type of girl I suppose appears in most men’s fantasies.
I see her at my workplace, sitting so demurely,
giggling softly when she takes your phone calls.
You call her often, and I know why.
She demands so much attention
from every man I’ve seen her get involved with.
I’ve also seen her eyes well up with tears
when the boss not too severely reprimands her.
Yes, she’s the epitome of fragility.
I, on the other hand, am not a tiny helpless china doll.
I am average sized, cheerful and robust,
and I cry too, just not so easily.
My nails are not long, but otherwise, I take care of myself.
I’m feminine though not a china doll.
Delicate is not a word that would enter someone’s mind to describe me
except perhaps in the way I use my voice, for I am tactful.
Personable, practical, sincere and steady are other words
I hope would spring to someone’s mind if they should describe me.
I overhear my lovely workmate’s conversations,
for her desk is right near mine.
Needy is another word that very much describes her.
It seems to be the major attribute of this helpless-acting clinging vine.
Often I daydream of you and me together, and in that dream,
it’s I whom you caress so softly as I let my fingers linger on your skin.
Then passion overtakes us, and I become something wild,
not in the least bit fragile. I’m a woman, and my desires are strong.
I always say hello the times you come to see your china doll.
I also smile at you. Can you read the want inside my eyes?
Lately I’ve been noticing the days you come to pick her up,
how more quickly your smiling eyes are meeting mine. . . .
I bide my time.
Written Oct. 17, 2017 for John Hamilton's "Fragile" Poetry Contest
Categories:
reprimands, longing,
Form:
Free verse