Best Snub Poems
Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts
Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love myself, no matter what
I will forever have my untucked gut
Graceful and elegant, that’s what I am
I will tell those cosmetic companies to scram
Lip plumping or lipo…no darn way!
And as for my hair…I will let it go gray
Facelifts are for the weak, you know
I happen to adore the feet of the crow
I’ll snub my reflection, chuckling a little at me…
For shunning pricey moisturizers provides me with glee
I don’t need any convertible or flashy car
My beauty shines really brightly, from afar
Who cares about the rolls, seeming to multiply each day?
No staples for me, I don’t care what I weigh
Dark circles make my eyes look cute
And those saddlebags are really a hoot
Juvederm and Radiance ….what a waste
On this mug, parentheses DO have a place
Lasik-I sincerely think not
That bifocal look is certainly hot
A new boytoy-There will be none of that
Though I’m sure he’d dig my charming back fat
The bell, oh no, I don’t mean to be crass
I guess I dozed off in Algebra Class
I must have been close to 40 in that frightful dream
And I was just about to let off a really loud scream
Nevertheless, my dear friends, I do so solemnly vow
To go off and age gracefully…at least for now
That's right...no need for the third degree
I promise to not get my first brow lift…until I’m at least 23
Categories:
snub, passion, visionary, beauty, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
He who gives to another
takes the greater reward
Give whatever you can
a poor man a snub can't afford
Seek opportunities for giving
They're yours for the taking
One kindness leads to another
~ There's no mistaking
Categories:
snub, care, giving,
Form:
Rhyme
Before the stars were created,
there pulsar shined an infinity Light
in the primordial void
It shone soul supernova bright,
before the world ever was
Before this blue marble of green was made,
there moon glowed a celestial Son
Whose solar mercy was salvation poised
A Halo silhouette cast in the Genesis shade,
did cover every future confession
Blotting out sin-colored, Big Bang noise
The crimson wave blight
was preemptively cast out of sight
Before any blue wail was
In the evolutionary dawn of creation,
(that stellar parade of firmament praise)
Invisible parental eyes witnessed
the mirror image Light of perfection
No shadow of doubt existed
before the world was
Paradise tears were Eden formed
Adam and Eve naked fears
wouldn’t be the sunlit tilted norm
Maize inner darkness
(that bier hole in the bosom pale)
could have no purchase hiding place
to fallow tomb harvest
Only husbandry shining echoes were
cosmic background heard
Resurrection radiant words,
heavenly rooted in the revival future
Where bleating sounds now
graze Holy words undisturbed,
in luminance superb
After the old world was
candle light snub scrolled away
11-22-20
Categories:
snub, allegory, religious, spiritual, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Every rose has its thorn,
Every person that's born
Is both thorny and sweet as perfume.
So are some when they grow,
As you likely may know,
Naught but thorns, or forever in bloom.
For the bush clad in thorns
The kind gardener mourns,
Yet he cares for them just like the rest;
But the roses that grow
He replants in a row
So the people that walk by are blessed.
If each deed that you do
In a rose garden grew,
Would your branches be roses or thorns?
Would you be on display
Or be hidden away
In the shade of the blackberry thorns?
Would you be but a shrub
That the passersby snub,
Or a rosebush admired by all?
Growing thorn after thorn
Will but heighten the scorn,
But a rosebud is lovely, tho' small.
Categories:
snub, allegory, garden, introspection, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
"User name" and "password"
That's all you need to know.
Type them in , press "enter"
Then you’re fine to go.
Sounds quite simple really,
Till your memory starts to wane,
You trawl the deepest caverns
Of your tired and aging brain.
You thump the keyboard harder
As your temper starts to fray,
And curse the screen before you
With its "road block" in the way.
No pet, place or loved one’s name
Will give you access rights,
When you cannot remember
Those all important bytes.
Defeated, crazed you finally press
"Forgot your password?" key
But can't answer all the questions
To get you through security
To release your rescue e-mail
From this digital dictator,
Requires you reacquaint yourself
With your "administrator" ?
So how do you escape
From this technical morasse?
Caught with no ropes or crampons
In this digital crevasse ?
Well this is my solution
When you face the software snub,
Pull out the plug, put on your coat
And "log off" down the Pub !
Categories:
snub, computer, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Walking my tiger home alone
In the background and unknown
With a rag I polish a club
Then you take it with a snub
I walk around keeping stats
Wet my finger for wind on flats
Calculate yards from here to there
So dimpled ball will stay in the air
As fast as you behind I lag
The difference is I carry your bag
All in white in bright coveralls
Marking the spot to place your balls
On the green is usually where
Sometimes you don't I won't go there
Have no problem choosing the club
Throwing it back an uneasy rub
I go the distance for eighteen
Making sure you make the green
Many tournaments you have won
Some are due to the work I've done
Raise the cup enjoy the win
I can take it on the chin
Beside you like some garden gnome
Here I'm walking my Tiger home
Categories:
snub, funny, golf, green, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Clutching the purse to her chest and the counting
She grabbed at the invisible hands and doubting
If it hadn't been one thing it would have been another
The greed put out the fire with smother
Greed, the great pacifier
Holding each coin close
Counting and counting over and over
The hiding place ever changing
A dog can never have enough bones to bury
The alcoholic and one glass of sherry
Snatching at fingers and to the comfort of the vault
A ski mask helps one not to be caught
One pacifier deserves another
Turning from the bank with her greed
Draws her purse to her chest
Maybe the freezer wrapped in foil
Holding each emotion and counting
Not a drop of water and the broken founting
Such a miser she won't pitch a penny for luck
Met her doctor at KMart for a nip and tuck
The Baby Queen strikes her rattle
As the basket is passed she puts in nothing
Always wanting to know where the next one comes
And the texture of each bill
Even Barbie held with the covet
Getting summons and the snub it
Ken wears only Gucci suits for his pleasure
Barbie holds each banknote with measure
Categories:
snub, devotion, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Now here's a sweet little ditty
About a hungry cute kitty
She can’t get enough
Of that yummy stuff
She’s fat and she’s oh, so pretty!
This Kitty just loves a good rub
all over, but more on the nub
So pet her just right
She’ll purr day or night
Caresses...this kitty won't snub
If kitty’s not fed right away
Then pussycat’s grumpy all day
You'd better not tease
Just feed her, now please
And enjoy this kitty at play! ;)
Eileen Manassian
A repost of a deleted poem.
Categories:
snub, humorous, , cute,
Form:
Limerick
a saraband
Your tirade comes, it doth commence,
a hundred miles away I sense
your raging, whiny voice so tense.
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank these stars, you’re in L.A.
I shirk my duties ever nigh
and thoughts engage where'er they may.
As I recline, dark quickly falls
and in my dreams, I snub your calls.
Yet when I wake, receding walls
resound your dire return to home.
I sense both hearts long to be free.
Go claim L.A., just let me roam
these miles that winnow thee from me.
Categories:
snub, 11th grade, angst, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
What does the new year hold for me?
The days ahead I cannot see.
I may see sickness, grief, or pain;
I may see Jesus come again.
I may place loved ones in a grave,
Or I may see a loved one saved.
I may be moved another place,
Or I may go see Jesus’ face.
I may have poverty untold,
Or I may walk the streets of gold.
I may hear often calls of grace,
Or I might soon the judgment face.
As I look back on years gone by,
Consider how fast they did fly,
And all the years that I did waste,
Brought to my life such sad disgrace,
I wonder as I face this year
Will I determine God to hear?
Or will I listen to the world
And all its offers here unfurled?
Will I apply my lessons learned,
Or will I just snub them and spurn?
Will I another year just waste
And not try more to run the race
That God has set before me here
With faithfulness and holy fear?
The year ahead can be a thrill,
Or can with sinful acts be filled.
The year ahead can bring reward
As I try more to serve the Lord.
Who knows but what this year could be
The last in this old world for me?
Therefore, I must forget the past
And do what for my Lord will last.
If He has put my past behind,
I can trust Him to heal my mind,
My heart, my soul, my life alway,
And live my best for Him today.
Oh, yes, I will not perfect be;
I’ll fail, I’m sure, His will to see.
But if I come in humble prayer,
I know that He’ll forgive me there.
The key is how I handle sin:
Will I just let it dwell within,
Continue and be satisfied,
Or cry out to the One who died
To come, forgive, and cleanse again
And help me overcome that sin?
So as I face the year ahead,
May I determine now instead
Of seeing each day go to waste,
Live in His righteousness and grace.
Categories:
snub, christian, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
I heard that there is a group called the mean girls club.
An elite group of poetesses that some like to snub.
A strong group of women who have each other’s backs,
and band together against petty and meaningless attacks.
There must be some jealousy from some not in our group,
as they continue to throw jabs and daggers in the blog soup.
We enjoy writing our poems as we express our rights,
while others continue to only see us in a negative light.
Let us know if you want to join our supportive club,
as we continue to ignore the negativity and rise above.
I am a proud lifetime member of this mean girl’s group,
and will continue to defend my friends, that is the scoop!
Categories:
snub, anti bullying, community, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
(when Esther went to ask the King without him inviting her) – Esther 5:2 And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight: and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.
Her heart thumped, thundering inside
While she tried to snub her fear – would it ever subside?
Her fears were like liquid fire, stirring dread
It could be mere moments before she’d be dead
She picked up her thoughts and whispered a prayer
Releasing her anxiety to God who wouldn’t let her despair
Her life hung in the balance as she walked into the room
Where her husband could easily tell her she shouldn’t presume
Her life was merely a vapor and it might be snuffed out
Because she’d taken the chance, proving she was devout
Her king sat on his throne, but would he offer his favor?
Only the Lord knew, but for Esther it could be a life saver
Oh, amazingly, God was with her and the king lifted his sceptre
Showing her that he surely loved her and he’d kindly accept her
Time was on her side and her courage would save this race
The children of Isreal, God’s people, thanks to heaven’s grace
Esther showed us that, sometimes, bravery is in God’s plan
She gave no thought to her own life, and that’s where hope began
Because she was a great warrior who lived her life for the Lord
There is no doubt that, through her, He was praised and adored
Never forget to listen to the still, small voice in your soul
The One who loves to tell you just how you can be made whole
Listen with a heart that is believing and willing to change
With the faith that can move mountains, His counsel isn’t that strange
Her heart thumped, thundering inside
While she tried to snub her fear – would it ever subside?
Her fears were like liquid fire, stirring dread
It could be mere moments before she’d be dead
Categories:
snub, bible, blessing, christian, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
HUNTER
H efting rifles or their bows the warriors gather for their hunt--
U nder tents they find repose and plan their early morning jaunt.
N othing new—this stalking craft --where meat is taken for their clan,
T here have always been brave hands that find the food since time began,
E ver have they risked their lives tho' had some fun while they were out--
R adicals may snub their nose--- but hunger’s what it’s all about.
© Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013
Categories:
snub, people,
Form:
Acrostic
I found him slumped over his Remington No.5, no more "Elite Typing" for this poor fellow. His Fedora was on the floor beside him, flat as a pancake with a stilleto heel print in the centre of it. Other than a pair of McCalls boxers, he wasn't wearing anything. The "Besame Red Velvet Lipstick stain on his crotch, matched the color on the cigarette butts in the black ashtray on his desk. I noticed the ashtray was embosed with a logo from the stork club.
I had been to the Stork club a few times, it's over on 53rd street. Not the kinda place for an ordinary gumshoe like myself. This guy musta been a regular, there were match books all over the apartment. In a place like that you never know who you might bump into. I seen Frank there one time, he didn't give me a second look. I tried to get into the Snub room once but couldn't get past St. Peter, maybe he didn't like that I was wearing a single gold earing.
I did some calling around, it seems the poor chump was Vincent Scott, a rich banker from Hollywood. He had been about town with a Dorthy Lamour Wanabee. She had the attitude but was a bit lacking in the looks department. Mind you for a balding middle aged banker, she was probably the Cat's Ass. Rumor was that he was planning on leaving his wife and two kiddies. Judging by the two, one way tickets to Cuba in his desk drawer, plans were well under way. I guess that bullet hole in the center of Vincent's forehead kinda spoiled his plans.
Categories:
snub, adventure,
Form:
Narrative
A very interesting, yet a confounding topic
That may perhaps raise a storm in a teacup
Those espousing the cause of women’s lib
Might find it disparaging and worth a snub.
Anyone can be as cute as one can be; in fact
But it is yet better to be wise than to be sweet
For brains will guide ever in life; a true friend
But in beauty one finds a playmate; short-lived.
For beauty is temporary that lasts for a while
It fades away with each passing day’s smile
It is not the outward appearance that is vital
But one’s own soul’s doing that is beautiful.
Generally beauty demands added attention
But it is the brain that commands position
The ignorant countless madly chase beauty
But a chosen few pursue brains diligently.
Thus it is better for the fairer sex to concede
That the peripheral beauty is but skin deep
And what truly in the long run matters most
Is certainly not looks but grey matter intact.
Categories:
snub, beauty, confusion, wisdom, ,
Form:
Free verse