Best Resentment Poems
She was beauty, softness and she was grace.
She was loves maintained, ever giving face.
She was forgiveness in gesture soothing pace.
She trimmed my self-worth with maternal lace.
She was my one dependable home place.
Forever, I will gratefully bear her trace.
Since her late fifties, she has shown much change.
No longer is joy or logic found in her campaign.
She clutches bitterness to allow its reign,
as though bitter be her only lifetime gain.
She seems to fist, produce and seed blame.
She taints the past with cruel words that stain.
How I miss and desire the woman I knew!
She guided me as I grew and after, too.
I long for the laughter that would ensue
whenever we gathered alone, just we two.
I cry for the woman I always turned to
whenever I was joyous, confused or blue.
She is my beloved Mother, and she is not.
My best attempts fail as her remedy sought.
I break in dark pieces seeing her so caught
in the bitter web of resentment’s sick plot.
I know not if karma fated her this distraught
or what spirit truth might loosen her knots.
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
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1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
He gnawed on his resentment
In public and alone
Like a dog he kept on worrying
The marrow from the bone
Till he gave himself an ulcer
Till his teeth got small and stumpy
Till other dogs said, Hang on, Fang
You’re starting to look grumpy
He wouldn’t leave the thing alone
Just wouldn’t let it lie
Time to put the bone down, Fido
Go on, try
by Gail
as time passes by;
like word born on the streets,
you never knew hard,
till it hits you deep within.
even if there is pain without the tears,
it doesn't mean it's any less of a struggle to forget.
hard aches on heartaches,
resentment is hard to leave by when the regret is there.
sublime tears that echoes and tears you up inside,
meanwhile, I try not to stray from my true nature!!!
vibration of a cry that is not too well played out;
pound per pound,
restless beatings of my chest,
leaves a residue of unsound sorrow that marks the epitamy of being alone,
which is never too easy.
like a melody that is deaf with tone,
cheating destiny has no future in it.
I am forever standing still in the sands of time,
like time has made me a mark of inequities.
no right direction to go from where I'm left off;
but just to look for the easiest way out!
still doesn't justify the reason of my situation.
out of the mourning dew:
I try to stay awake........
still, I miss missing the way we are!!!
I've made a grave mistake
Of trying to comfort and care for you
I've made a great error
Of trying to help and support you
I've lived on a huge lie
Of listening to false and fake words from you
I've felt a major regret
Of giving my companionship and kindness to you
Despite of all the wrongs between us...
I'm grateful for not trusting in you
And despite all that went through
Now I know who disappointed me...
So don't try to charm me in my dreams
For your lies won't make me give in to you
Don't even play cute or innocent on me
Your face has guilt written all over you
Don't you dare hold my hand or hug me
My compassion is forever lost in you
And stay away from me and my life
For now there's an eternal resentment against you
We've dreamed in vivid shades of shame,
These thousand years since we did fall;
Our visions feast on hate and blame
The cost; our power, pride and all
Oh, why did you forsake us then?
Did we lose our faith, then lose your way?
We fell as angels, now merely men
We once believed; have we turned away?
Have we lost the lessons that you taught
Of love and peace and pride and virtue?
These precious things that can't be bought
Now when we dream, it's not of you
The devils live now in our dreams
They taunt and tear away our reason
These jackals feast upon our screams
They scourge our souls; they say for treason
They tell us we must smash our brothers
Take all from them that they possess
Kill their children, kill their mothers
Kill them if they won't confess
They tell us we must raze their cities
Burn their homes and scorch the earth
Take all they have and show no pity
Leave them, as us; of little worth
Take down the signs that they were men
Take back what was, take what will be
Take all that shows that they have hope, then
Take back from them, that they are free
Once, we lived so proud and virtuous
Once, our hearts were wise and strong
Now, we run in packs, so merciless
Now, we use our strength for wrong
All was taken, from our people
All will be taken back again
Fear's our temple; Hate's the steeple
Those dreams have driven us insane
I remember on the plane how bitter I felt.
Looking around seeing all the drinking, partying, and people having fun.
Why couldn't I have fun anymore?
My sweet little wife sat beside me on the plane,
and was so sick from Chemo that she couldn't think well.
Once back at the airport, she needed to use the restroom.
I had no one with me to help her, so she had to go alone.
I waited for what seemed an eternity and finally she appeared.
She had just forgotten where she was, but I guess the Lord
finally put in her mind to come out and find me.
I sat her down and told her to stay until I retrieved the car.
A few minutes later we were on our way home.
This was the first of October and little did we know
that we only had 10 days to be together.
I questioned all of this sickness but realize by having
known her and seeing how she fought the battle, that
she gave me inspiration to go on even through these
bouts of bitterness and resentment. She kept going
until the end of her days. Even played the organ in
church a week before she passed. Even though I miss
her greatly, I'm a better person from having gone
through these trials with her.
It takes a long time
To figure out if things went right
To find out if you did what was best
If you passed all those unknown test
An perfect life doesn't exist
Parenthood involves to many variables
Of which you cannot control
It is not easy raising a child
From preconception through to life
It is a hazardous journey
That is often thankless
With pitfalls everywhere
With no knowledge of how
Parent and child will interact
It is a game of trial and error
The books and classes you attend
Only generalize
The reality of birth upends
All perceived and expectant sureties
Navigating the pains of birth
The tantrums of toddler-hood
The blasé attitude of teenage
And the un-forgetfulness of adulthood
Is not a relaxing journey
Both sides will often end up worst for wear
Bundles of joy can become
Vessels that distil all unsure steps
A learning process involves
Souring minds exposed
To overpowering parenting
Or insufficient love
Nurturing the person who now hates
Can only make one sad
Time doesn’t play fair
It doesn’t allow a rethink
Or a reliving of the past
So wrongs can be made right
Life is tough when you raise the next generation
You expect happiness but reality
Never quite hits the target of perfection
Is it best to just love and hope
Things won’t destroy you
And the child that looks up you?
Resentment is a negative emotion
that casts aspersion upon others
when perhaps the fault really lies
in the depths of our own being.
Deceiving ourselves is a flaw,
one of our human imperfections,
while expecting too much of others.
Resentment leaves such a bitter taste.
Rancor inflames both heart and soul,
so, keep your ire under control.
The day my life became harried
was not the exact day I married
but, the stress turn is deeply storied
in all things wife and mother varied:
While it is piling up,
I attempt bearing up,
patience blows up
and discord shows up;
Known as routine,
it makes one mean,
it creates pressure,
it makes attitudes lesser;
not a mustang of emotion,
not of magical potion,
not made of total reason
sometimes I am not pleasin’;
fury grown from resentment,
fury needing contentment,
fury of blinding confusion
longs for harmonies intrusion;
so my mind sorts its pain,
my body absorbs its strain and
my heart seeks its inspiration
as my housewife desperation
attacks
the cleaning vocation.
Resentment and Rage
Such a sweet lady
Chatters away on messenger and WhatsApp maybe.
Becomes a life line of care
Both ways we share
Closer and closer we fall
My soul, I gave her my all
Looking forward to a future of union
Love in versions not mine
Sends out words to define
Differences to great
Love so pure, no hate
Without a word gone
Stab in the back, cast aside
No explanation from her side
Resentment, anger, hurt and rage
This is the last chapter and page.
Treasured cherished memories
Of better joy filled days
Ravaged by the cruel passage of time
That took my joy away
Bitter sweet taunting memories
Stored in the darkened corridors
Of my mind
Where there can be found
A worn video set to rewind.
Carefree now savoured special times
Stored in the eclectic album of my heart
But the yearning for such days
That rips my heart apart.
And haunt my soul and mind.
If only i had appreciated them
At the time.
Peter Dome. Copyright.2015. Dec.
#Resentment
long before she fought to be love by him,
She waited for me.
long before she decides to change her faith,
she prays with me.
long before she was called to become his,
she was mine.
-km
YOU'RE ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN
I'VE NEVER BEEN GIVEN THE CHANCE TO BE INDEPENDENT
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOUR CREATION...LIKE A PUPPET
YOU FORCED ME TO LEAN ON YOU
DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL
HAVING SO MUCH CONTROL
DO YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF
BELITTLING ME
NOT BELIEVING IN ME
I HATE THAT YOUR SUCH A REALIST
YOU HAVE NO FAITH
NO VISION
NO SENSE OF LIFE
GOING THROUGH EACH DAY AS IF NOTHING IS SPECIAL
NO MIRACLES
NO MAGIC
I HATE HOW YOU HOLD ME BACK
POSSIBLY INTIMIDATED BY MY HIDDEN POTENTIAL
THE FIRE IN MY EYES
IT SCREAMS INDEPENDENCE
AND STRENGTH
IF I HAVE THE POWER I FEEL
THE CONFIDENCE..
WHY AM I STILL HERE
STILL STUCK
ITS LIKE QUICKSAND
IT DOESNT MATTER HOW STRONG I AM
WITH HOW MUCH FORCE I PUSH OR PULL
IT JUST KEEPS ME DOWN
FILLING MY LUNGS
COLLAPSING MY AIR WAYS
DULLING MY SENSES
BLINDING ME TO EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE
SILENCING THE "YOU CAN DO IT"
MUTING THE "I BELIEVE IN ME"
UNTIL FINALLY I GIVE UP
FORFEIT
SURRENDER
AND FOR TAKING AWAY MY CONFIDENCE AND SELF ESTEEM
I RESENT YOU
Frost is a fashionable folkway
Rather resented by Reason.
Offish, often obtuse
Snippy, snooty, sometimes sour
Terse, temperamental
written May 12, 2018