Best Rudest Poems
He thought it was a rude slight
The rudest one he’d had all night.
She had no idea he felt this way.
She was truly only trying to play.
Her sarcasm was not too bright.
She had shoved him away with all her might.
By using blatant sarcasm that night.
Not knowing this was not the way.
so sad for her, felt bad for her
It was kind of a family blight
Their meanness gave us all a fright
She would have to learn a better way
If she wanted to keep a man like Clay
Who was wonderful both day and night
so sad for her, felt bad for her
"Frosty Morning"
by Rachel Heffington
I've heard that in the halls of old
They plated everything with gold-
The chandeliers, the pillars, floors
With spoils from their latest wars.
Yet all this splendor cannot be
As rich as what is given me.
For every night as soft we sleep
Out in the dark, and midnight deep
A beauteous miracle is done
Before the waking of the sun;
And if I wake just at the dawn
I catch a glimpse of what went on:
Each leaf is clad in crystal cloak,
The grass glimmers in fairy smoke.
The rudest bramble, tinged with rust
Is sprinkled well with diamond-dust.
The thorn, the tree, the hidden flower
Are glittering with a silver shower
And things that never caught my eye
Are regal in their shimmering dye.
This miracle is but for those
Who early from their beds arose
And I can say I'm wealthy quite:
My world is gilded every night!
Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely mask of doom
Destruction follows in thy path and yet
Methinks I spy a flicker of regret
Extinguish it lest humanity engulf it betimes
As distant lands fall under your encompassing sway.
A fire burns, a coward trembles in his tent
What's won is rent from hands too numb to feel
The surging, coursing power of thy grip
Let slip thine enemies, let thy repute
Incite counsel of war then savor the fruit
Of a thousand-footed gathering of days
The purpled way, the jewel-encrusted chalice
Of wine claret. Drink to your heart's content.
If I were thou and thou wert I my friend
I should not pause to see the ground below
For lonely be the lofty heights, perpend:
Far art faren, far remains to go
Nor bride, nor bairn, nor comfort in repose
Hath sped thee on thy way from whence we ride
The rudest nutriments, the barest clothes
Sans bed, sans friend, sans tout, bare ground thou lie'.
Now polished steel glistens, mirrors gray
The slanting dome of sky's inverted bowl
Oiled leather on black courser's velvet skin
And restless hooves an inch in sodden loam
A leathern mask, five halberds thus skyward
Stand, barren hillock's strange reeds
Sprouting in the wind-swept smoke
Of morning's hasty decampment. Thus proceed
These men unto a destiny untold.
Of Indus, Asia, Europe, northern climes
Of snow, of sand and vine, the watery strand
I sing. Dismount and pluck the crocus sweet
But brief, then crush beneath thy heel. Spur on!
Ghengis Khan!
Of Afrique dark and thrice-looted Rome
Thy story-tellers may rhyme and make song.
Home, home rider from the East return
Scorch the earth and burn to cindered ash
Laugh with all the mirth thy new-found freedom
Might yield unto thy solitary path
Unlearn the lessons civil, richness hath
Bone and marrow, thew and sinew softened
Thy courser turn the sod, horizon calls
Spur on! Sing thy song, thy name live on
Ghengis Khan
The Whisper of Love
The mild spring wind whispered: I love you and stroked
my face… but then it clouded over the wind hoarsely
shouted: I love you. I fled indoors but it howled nonstop
by the French window: I love you, and I held my hands
against ears as not hear.
Angrily I hollered back: go away I never cared for you,
your obsessive love is too much to bear, strangling me.
But I tell not truth, sweet Marilyn, I love you more now
than before; the wind became a mild zephyr and said:
I know, I know my darling.
The almond tree said: I thought it was me you loved,
my flowers you admire. But you are deflowered now.
I said. This is the rudest thing I ever heard said the oak
and shook it crown so sadly that a crow family fell out.
and cawed crossly at me.
Don´t you get I said I love you all you´re nature the air
that I breathe the food I eat and the grass I walk on.
But the olive tree spoilt my words by pretentiously
saying: one, who loves all, loves no one, and eastward
the crow family flew.
Asking you to be you
Because you are seeming a little blue
Carless from life, taking into mind
Doesn't that keep you on time!
Even though you have been a leaving,
Freedom has brought you back to my door
Geese laid their eggs, right by your sore
Heaven knows why you come back
I just open up the store
Joyful you come ,at last
Kindly I give you some cash
Loving the way words roll off your tongue
Mindless to say they
Never did they want you to stay
Obviously they said the rudest things
Politeness was not one of their ways
Quizzing you solely
Respect has got take away
Sadly beating you just so you have a place to stay
Time has seemed it will take forever
Under the weather is the
Vases of the loved feathers
Why you seek to get a hold
Xerox is not in
Your behold
Zig- zagging is your only way you would be sold
Rude Polly Parrot
Pretty Polly Parrot
likes saying naughty words
Pretty Polly Parrot is the
Rudest of all Birds
But should you ever wonder
Why Parrots are so bold
They only repeat master’s words
If the truth be told
Speak not to me of Edelweiss,
Come share this scene;
Cast jealous eyes towards Lucerne;
For by it’s banks, in verdant calm;
There reigns the White Angel supreme.
Mis-stepping tourists, hounds unleashed,
The rudest climes;
She only bends towards the east;
And when she’s plucked, unreadily;
Soon, phoenix-like anew she shines.
For those who pass but see her still,
Do ken her worth;
Unchallenged purity pervades;
For as she sleeps through daylight hours;
Displays her brilliance on earth.
As Night descends the Angel wakes,
Now magic shows!
Her dark interior unfolds;
She fades into Night’s majesty;
Swayed only by his rhythmic prose.
One whispers of her origins -
A gypsy's fate.
I only know that since I glanced;
Medusa bound, my lifetime’s spent;
Fixated in her mystic wake.
In Encino there's a veterinarian
who is the Valleys rudest contrarian
He'll insult a shy tabby
Greet a pug: Hey there, flabby!
But at home, he's a kind Presbyterian
5/17/22
I was walking straightly along the street,
Eyes of unknown were saying their warm greet.
Feels like that I was being stripped,
Eyes of unknown were trying me to grip.
I was walking straightly along the street,
Grins of unknown were offering me a treat.
Feels like they were inviting me,
Grins of unknown were seducing me.
I was walking straightly along the street,
Touch of unknown was a soothing sprit.
Feels like they were pulling me,
Touch of unknown was really trying me.
I was walking straightly along the street,
Words of unknown were their rudest kit.
It feels like that they were treating me bad,
Words of unknown only made me to run hard.
My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts, so cruel wait the fear to tape
The terrors of love to give them a new shape.
And my loneliness is a shadowy yard
When to sink my reality it's so hard.
In murky ponds of suffocating tadpole
I jag my edges tearing my sad soul,
Which once is tied with bleeding strips to yours
Will twist my fate with the flick of my gray hours.
I wait my hope which will never come to be.
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past where I want to hide
That part of me that is still alive inside.
While I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul
Big storms can rise up from the horns of your hole.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
I can live with death while love is a wasteland
When the end comes around against my soul's gland
As showy as the white chalk on a blackboard
And I could lose my way but I pray to Lord.
I wonder if I will feel your love again
Even I accept my resignation's chain
Like an inner sorrow coming on my lip,
Like a song of my flute for my ocean's sleep,
Like a fire fathom scratching my blue rain,
Like a wish to taste you when I strive in vain,
Like a deep taste you place on my rudest wish,
Or like the wish you place on my thinking swish.
Floating are your words rain for my misty cloud,
You can still hang out with my feelings crowd.
When I'm dressed in white masking a selfless gray,
I have my honest smile and nothing to say.
Crops from your soul break the reason of my thought
And break my soul because I love you a lot.
Your body's heat cannot hit my soul's weeps
'Cause my pure thoughts are crowned with white wisps.
You defy my body's weep because it's chaste
And I don't understand what you need to taste.
I'm tired of you, I live with divine things.
I may see your sorrow is rose with black wings.
With your betrayal my love is wont to flow
And I know that your feelings will never glow.
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CharlaXFabels
HOW ROOD
PARTTWO
The decadence of Society, RUDE, has finally sickened me; the only thing to do is
pray to GOD to quicken me when he bumped me and all eye did was make the
references to his ancestory his intentions were just nominal he wanted to survive
and they think that they are GOD the man was nice until eye started to converse
with him it rally hurts there feelings when eye have a less terse verse the Mexican
bumped my bag and actually hit it with his arm in an effort to move it out of his
way HOW ROOD is that he was in my way and no where for me to go the traffic
was thick and the curb was near my foot
then the boy looked super surprised wiping the glaze out of his eyes Oh, he had
surmised it He said this to the Driver “I am not even listening to you I am talking
to someone on my Rude Cell Phone
and he pointed to the window with his cup so carefully held up to keep from
spilling and he gestured at the man to sit somewhere else just go away eye am
so rude eye am the rudest man alive today the man was trying to dominate
someone that will not be ruled over by another man and so he lost his battle plan
his rude was wasted then eye almost let it go but had the last word out the door
One thing was certain they never even noticed me
never saw me as a person they just played out their ruminations
just giving me the benifit of their public conversation the girls talked non plussed
non pulsed and non stopped they never cared for anyone but them they kept the
confab going even into coffee time THAT stuff that you are wanting me to have
just keep it with you and take it with you please just SHUT your mouth like that
and then she left another string of profanity pointed back in my direction and the
damage had been done now here's this poem.
Still unemployed.
traveling to fill that void.
Steady pains, no reason to complain.
Everything is so clear.
This vision is so strange.
Leading my life, heart first.
Thanks to gods grace,
I dodged my ride in the big black hurst.
Twice.
Some say my life has become cursed.
I say," I'm living life to fullest!"
That no bull...
I've made some mistakes living life to the fullest.
Shattered dreams living life to the fullest.
Completed my summer scheme living life to the fullest.
Broke a few hearts living life to the fullest.
Now I feel like,
The rudest, cruelest,foolish,
most emotionally abusive,
ruthless, truth less, useless,
clearly clueless type of guy.
That will grind smile and shine.
His way through desperate times.
Striving to do the next "right thing"
Terrible things start happening,
when my brain and heart start battling.
Hearts start shattering.
I feel like this ship is sinking.
What was i thinking?
Soon enough I will be abandoned,
empty handed, stranded, tickets in hand.
Leaving from Camden,
heading north to Maryland,
then back to Jersey.
Mr., Mr., Loverman...
Its been three years since we've met
two years since we started sharing a bed
and one year since we haven't been
fighting on what could have been.
wishing you'd give up her hand
hoping you'd see your kids again.
For three years I have listened
you cry over your past
hoping to guide you forward
to a better path
I've smiled to people
I didn't want to serve
just to make the rent
I've taken orders from the rudest soul
bit my tongue and begged
not to spare the tip
at home is a hungry man
I've loved you from the start you see
I cannot escape what you've done to me
you've made me smile, shared many laughs
heard me cry, carried me though
the darkest times I've been with you…
but secretly there is another side
the one I try, but lately can't hide…
the one who's secretly been waiting
hoping you would pull through
three years later, and I'm still wishing on you
the lady I smiled at before
is starting to make me angry
I can no longer work for her measly tip
of pennies.
Take me away like you said you would
help me live the life I thought we could
there is only so much love can do
when in many ways there isn't two…
and I'm still looking to count on you
but my pockets are low on pennines
and there are no more left to throw
down your wishing well of hope.
I know its harsh sometimes the way that I yell
but its the only way to let you know you're as boring as hell
I don't need this game or your sympathies
I know its hard to hear but I can't take your idosyncrasies
it maybe hard to swallow, maybe just a little crude
but believe me baby, I'm the Rudest of the Rude
So get to walkin, don't need you anymore
though I made this all clear a lifetime before
you're using me and I was used to you
but now there's nothing that you can do
without you I can find something good and new
because believe me baby, I'm the Rudest of the Rude
The rudest, the rudest the rudest of the rude
the rudest the rudest of the rude
Form:
Feet still ache and shoulders are sore,
From the labors this night that they bore.
And still, a smile must they show,
To those who come to this abode.
With diligence and steady hand,
Orders are taken by others' command.
So to the fry of a kitchen hot,
They carry the message of who ordered what.
Then, again, they look for people anew,
Who come for service, food, and perhaps a brew.
When the fare is prepared, the kitchen bell will ring,
To beckon them to serve, as they dance with haste to answer its ring.
They wait to serve, then serve and wait,
They are at each customer's beckoning.
They smile to even the rudest ones,
And silently pray there be a reckoning.
So wait they will and wait they must,
Good service...and a smile upon their lips.
You can broaden their smiles at meals end,
Be generous with your tips!