Best Ugliness Poems
Lip stained ugliness
On my detrimental brow
Transcends the insignificance
Of union unbound
By tides indefinable
Even her skeleton is beautiful
My parents taught me the Christian ways.
I was taught to obey what the Bible says.
I was proud of my parents! I really was!
And loved them so much… Just because!
They meant everything to me! I was proud!
Until one day... There appeared “a dark cloud.”
It was like a “darkness” hovered above.
Leaving their marriage empty of needed love!
Though they were together many years.
There were many cracks that soon appeared.
I say a once happy home soon destroyed.
Being with one another…. They no longer enjoyed!
How could this happen! I had wondered…
To see a happy marriage “totally plundered
As sin crept in... And allowed to prevail.
Very soon this marriage simply failed.
May this be a warning for me and you…
That our commitment remains faithful and true!
If your marriage is heading toward separation…
Please seek God for a healing and restoration!
If your planning to have a divorce..
Jesus’ love can put it on the right course!
He can replace the brokenness and hurt within..
And can put your lives back together AGAIN!
By Jim Pemberton
But I can't help the ugliness I pour
And the mirrors I break and the veil I keep
Why is beauty something but ugly something more?
And good people are cursed and beautiful princesses sleep
And the mirrors I break and the veil I keep
There are masks I wear and lies I tell and reap
And good people are cursed and beautiful princesses sleep
But now curses aren't broken and beauty is only skin deep
There are masks I wear and lies I tell and reap
Why is beauty something but ugly something more
But now curses aren't broken and beauty is only skin deep
But I can't help the ugliness I pour
UGLINESS
There is an ugliness out there
an ugliness that screams
an ugliness that rages
an ugliness that whispers
It's whispers say everything is all right
everything will resolve
everything will be dreams, heaven
when you vote for me
It was always this way, right?
To lead was to hate, fright
those uncommitted to say
protect me sir, from the death
you preach as the brass bands play
and sing your praises in a timeforgotten world
while the world marches on, crazily
without a leader
The night sky lightning sends a psychedelic shockwave
the wrath of the thunderstorms wake up the grave
the river cry of music sounds
but not loud enough to hear a spirit drown
the roses and their petals fall one by one to say goodbye
only thing left is the unsightly thorns to hurt my eyes
The night moon carries strong energies
revealing shadows and dark forces
but then I'm protected by pretty entities
Your words the sweetest
Your face the loveliest
How you dress, the cleanest
How you walk, the smartest
Mesmerized, starstruck I was
Unmoved, glued feet I was
My eyes followed you
Taking note every cue
Your laughter echoed in clutter
Your voice makes you hotter
Fonder, wonder and yonder
I am to you thereafter
I wish it's all true though
Blinded I was,
Cause behind such...
Is an "ugliness of beauty.."
By:
olive_eloi
12:38 am
02/10/2014
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Repost:
Dedicated to Nette Onclaud, a great poet who alas stopped posting on Poetry Soup on 4 November 2020. A dear friend whom I truly miss.
She really did it, bought a kitschy,
a repulsive ornate vase,
Thank God, the cat broke it.
Ugliness lingers
when beauty is gone
much further divided
than dusk is from dawn
I reference not
the figure or face
but rather the heart
of our lost human race
We fancy ourselves
as noble and great
yet treat one another
with hearts full of hate
And day after day
with greater aggression
we bind ourselves up
in cords of oppression
The beasts of the field
know nothing of pride
They neither plot murders
nor plan suicide
No animal exploits
another for gain
The Earth never blackmails
the sky for her rain
Has any man witnessed
the bigotry of
the trees or the grass
or a self righteous dove?
So, right is now wrong
and truth is a lie
since when we first heard
we won't surely die
And ugliness is
what beauty once was
And man is now praised
for the evil he does
The town, ripped up like a carpet—flung to the side like a broken leg. In its scar the soldiers marched. Chanted for a ruler who ate in his highchair while he penned in their death warrants. Overhead birds of death floated, their naked beaks dying for flesh. It’s cold, so cold a little brown mole crawled from its bungalow and died right in the snow, its little tracks a treasure map to its demise. Everything around war takes on the property of destruction. The little girl who survived and who’s lying in the basement of her home doesn’t know the rubble has trapped her into a coffin. A dog sniffs along the broken avenue and swallows an ear. The ear of a praying man who was blessing his family’s food when boom! From tailfeather to beak a robin is infected by gun smoke. Black eyes, black beak, black heart. It’s all dark on the northern front and the soldiers march from bleakness to doom. Happy with this overtaking that is to lead to their severed legs and exploded hearts. Their red, white, and blue tucked triangle and mother’s bitter tears. If they knew that, the chanting would be replaced by sobs and their marching knees would find the dirt. Along the broken avenue, they’d weep to the grey, smoky sky.
Backlit by the moon she stands,
Proud to anyone watching
While "I’m too fat,” flawed thoughts
Silently stalk her
9/20/11
Received 2nd place in "Doditsu Darkness" contest
It’s a parasite’s world.
The worm of laziness
Clogging the mind,
Ego refusing change.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Seeping through one’s blood and breath.
Adoption, adaptation to change, an uphill task.
Ignorance, dark, deep, masquerading ugliness.
It’s a parasite’s world---
Where dependence is practice.
And excuses-- strategy, to design.
Deadlines met feverishly by others.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where type of work affect quality.
Where comparison and perks galore
Stifling freedom, to create with responsibility.
It’s a parasite’s world,
Where, those who do and are willing
Get busted with jargon of abuse.
Euphemisms learnt and articulated.
It’s a parasite’s world
Where fear is fed with horror.
Where incompatibility and incompetency
Rule one’s hidden strength and power.
It's a parasite's world
where love lavishes in luxury
and 'Basic Instinct' given prowess
Suck out life from the 'highest of all species'.
Children
Lovers
Sisters
brothers
Mothers
fathers
they are all intertwined
until the end of certain time
Holding each other's gentle arm
to stand up against THE FOE
who tries in vain to harm
One,out of a billion
he is different and unique
but also quite ugly
socially meek
I am that fellow
Born from a different hue of color
Not red,white,blue or even yellow
I am not perfectionism
Just a stuttering Being
Who wants to be out and free
Seeking his values
from another flower
or a newly planted tree
All I am,of thee
Is just your average ugliness ME
We believe in good things easily
But hard to confide in bad ones,
(Beauty tells us the jovial story
But often it throws the dark rays
Into our smiling face.)
We know if the flowers
Bloom, they must give sweet fragrance
To the air, but we often forget
Some are odorless. Some flowers which
Bloom beyond our vision are full
Of sweet nectar but we don't care of them.
Oh dear, if we believe in beauty blindly,
Why we can't seek the latent essence
Of ugliness opening our big eyes?
You are so beautiful like Helen of Troy
So brainy, special, and unique
Nobody can compete you
Her smiling reflection answered from the mirror
She was lost in her own eyes
Bang!! From no where a stone strike the mirror
Shattering it into many pieces
She cried___ who is there?
Looked around, saw nobody
Sitting on the ground to have one closer look at the mirror again
She saw distorted, ugly images of her self
Turning her face away, she got up
To find out who shattered her world
From behind a huge rock
She heard some voices
Barefooted, she moved forward,
And heard the exact words
which the mirror had told her
Now it was telling them to a young boy
How brave, intelligent, & smart you are
Like Odin of an old folk tale
She knew the mirror was lying
It lied to her and now to him
She picked a stone and hit the mirror
Bang!! And then there was nothing
Except ugliness, weakness, imperfections
Just Like the real world
She moved forward leaving marks of blood footprints
And shattered mirror behind
Under the skin, it lurks -
Ungodly, ungrateful,
Unjust, and raring to
Unleash viciousness with
Unconscionable acts.
Utterly devoid of
Understanding, it reeks!
April 30, 2021
for Kim Merryman's Pleiades U Poetry Contest