Best Unappreciated Poems
He walks into the room each day at six
As around their Dad all five children mix
He smiles at them with glee
Meantime he sneers at me
So I get prepared to take all his licks
“What have you been doing all day?” he asks
No appreciation for all my tasks
“Washed clothes and changed diapers
Don’t need any gripers”
This insensitive father wears two masks
Each morning his breakfast is served on time
Later, vodka collins are served with lime
He never shops for food
Says my cooking’s no good
And when he bathes, the tub is filled with grime
My Mom said, “Men just work from sun to sun,
But a woman’s housework is never done”
I found a new game plan
A hearty, handsome man
Together, my husband we could outrun
May 25, 2012
*Entry for David’s 3 H contest
Why is it no matter
how hard I try, you're
never satisfied.
I always try to do
my best to keep
you happy...
But lately things
between us ain't
going right, and
I've run out of
options.
Is it that you just
want to use me,
and play with my
heart...
Knowing I'm vulnerable,
because I love you so
much...
Cause if that what you
want, then this is the end
for us.
Written by: Poet Shi
How do I feel inside, really?
Avenging your needs, silly?
I don’t gotta kill to be at ease,
But a little pain delivered may appease.
Sometimes I’m mating with confusion
Right or wrong, is it all a delusion?
Potential I have but can they see,
And feel this heat blazing in me,
No, the answer is no, a to letter
Unappreciation is my medicine, better?
If he wanted to,
He would.
At least
That’s what everyone says.
You spend your time
Defending someone
Who never tries
And is never there.
You’re on your knees,
Begging
And pleading
That he visit your house
(It’s what your parents want.)
There’s hope that he will,
But it’s the baseless kind.
There’s no proof that he will,
None that you can find.
He never shows up
To the first birthday he’s with you.
He does last minute plans
And keeps you on edge.
He’s all talk and promise
Which in time you’ll learn
Should never be heard
Because he’ll forget again later.
He tells you that you’ll
Be seeing the new marvel movie.
‘Together’,
He adds, and you smile like crazy.
He goes to the movie,
Alone with his friends.
He’s upset when you go,
With one of your own.
Anger controls him
When you’re with other people,
Jealousy consuming him,
Thinking you’ll leave.
He talks big,
But his vision is small.
He’s all lies
Masked as pretty promises.
He never treated you right,
Not the way you deserved.
You settled for less,
When you should have had more.
His friend took you out
On little dates.
‘Boyfriend by proxy’,
Doing all he should have.
And of course,
He gets mad at that.
He half asses your time,
When you’re giving him every second
And he’s giving you none.
Spends every weekend out,
And it’s never with you.
Then the tables turn
And he’s always in,
Getting upset
When you’re going somewhere.
He becomes controlling,
In a way you don’t see
Because you love him,
You’re blind to all that he is.
He’s nothing like
The person you met,
Which isn’t bad
But it’s not any better.
He doesn’t come visit
Unless it’s in luxury,
Not that he has the funds
To get him that way.
It’s never been you,
But it’s always been him.
When you look back on it now,
You realize what it is.
If he wanted to,
He would.
How true that is.
It just goes to show
He never did,
So did he ever want to?
(No, he did not.)
I lived my truth and rode it as far toward the sun as I could
But we got too close and the wax melted
When I fell to earth I fell hard
Realizing there are other truths
You did not have to let me land on my head I told whoever
Whoever laughed, being a committee that does not listen to commoners
It was the first time I realized they cared enough about me to laugh.
This gave me a new sense of purpose.
I will create new truths I vowed
And I will publish them and people will listen
My relatives were on the floor laughing and shrieking.
They are always the last to appreciate me
No biggie
Like the wind I am there but you do not see me
If I were to blow you away in a instance would you still doubt my existence?
Like the water I flow, but yet you pay me no mind
Must I drown you for you to realize I am alive?
Like the ground you step on me but you don't give a care
Must you fall to appreciate I was there?
Like the clouds I am floating but you never look to the sky
Should I make it rain upon your head for your eyes to meet mine?
Like a fire I burn so brightly but you still do not see my light
Must I set your flesh ablaze for me to receive your unrelenting gaze?
Like the snow I fall all around you but you do not give heed
Should I bury you in snow flurries for you to notice me?
Like a tree I give you shade but my shelter you do not seek
Must I be cut down to and made into something new before I mean anything to you?
Like the sun I warm your skin but I can not warm your heart within
Must I melt your very soul for you to know that I love you so?
The answer to my many questions is no for I have waited so long that I have become outdated and hated. Therefore I will never mean anything to you for I am the unappreciated.
Endurance Unappreciated, Until Now
Forcefully taken from beloved Africa, and brought to fertile Caribbean soil;
Sold as much less than merchandise; to unwillingly and unendingly toil.
Separated from friends, family and tribe mates and everything known;
To be someone’s property and possession: a thing which is fully owned.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
On the plantations it was House or Field; even then, we had no choice;
Only given instructions, shouted at, or whipped; we never had a voice.
Stripped of our name, our dignity, our ethnicity and every earthly possession;
Losing everything, and gaining nothing, but our daily, miserly provision.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
Daily and relentlessly, we strove; unceasingly we were required to work;
Always cooking, cleaning, washing, ironing, planting or turning a fork..
Shedding blood, sweat and many tears; but never once gaining a cheer;
Homesick, physically abused, and, separated from loved ones, so dear.
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they have never ever credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
Through the years; ‘Slavery ended,’ chains broke but, systemic bonds remain;
Our Name, our Dignity and our Ethnicity, we’re still striving to fully regain.
In this 21st century, “justice, equality and impartiality” for us is still a fallacy.
Because, in some people’s minds; “Melanin is still subject to white supremacy.”
Others benefitted from our enduring strength and our unfailing effort;;
But, they have still never credited, nor appreciated us, for what its’ worth.
End
By: Dion Penville
To you I'm a number
A census head count
A baseline, statistic
Not special
Tantamount
A blip on a radar
A bump in the road
I'm just human traffic
A bipedal drone
I'm only a age range
A line on a graph
A check with a Bic pen
A dot on a map
I want you see me
Know who I am
That I breathe,
That I'm tangible
Just touch me again
Show me you want me
Tell me I count
Not one of the masses
Not common
Tantamount
Slowing my mind to analyze each finger as an individual
My fingers are individual in nature. I see them as unique tools each having a body of character necessary to meet my every whim.
Left pinky is permanently bent from football and rugby but can perform tricks like bending on its own unattached from the others. It falls asleep often and to much my surprise enjoys it!
My left ring finger is also sleepy and has a nail that can grow out over night. The only finger with a ring, its heavy and comfortable most times.
My left middle is long and bony. The nail has vertical etches that make it unique and a white cloud that never grows away.
Left pointer with its necessary manicured nail and strong supportive girth is my favorite, it is my work horse. It carries extra skin around the knuckle that bends awkardly.
The left thumb is nail bitten and ugly. Peeling skin just below the nail and large knuckle that is cracked often hint at my job.
My other hand is strong and exhausted from nail biting and use. Not flowery, ring bearing mirrors of the left but empty shells of crooked scars and dreary work days. The right hand and fingers are not appreciated.
STATEMENT: I thank God for blessing me with a gift of twins(two boys )during COVID-19 pandemic and many others after 12years of marriage .
Ask you shall be given says the holy book
Better to do good than evil it says in Luke
Can you serve two masters at the same time ?
Delay is not denial as sorrow and pain sublime
Even though its being over a decade we’ve been praying
For His blessing to manifest according to His saying
God works in miraculous ways to bless those that believe
Hannah prayed all night like a drunkard to conceive
Infidelity is not an excuse for barrenness or disgrace
Jesus came to set the captives free with full grace
Knowing that HE had to die on the cross of Calvary
Loved to work for the poor without wage or salary
Many detest this work for it exposes their greed
New doctrines usher in salvation and forgiveness indeed
Orthodox ways jettisoned to accommodate this new passion
Proofs of this extreme love super cede the old fashion
Questions were asked to know the truth of this new doctrine
Religious fanatics should be wiped off and flushed into the latrine
Soon truth will prevail and lies will be in the past
Trumpets will sound and wickedness will not last
Umbrella of blessing spreads over us ,makes us ask for more
Virus pandemic or lock down cannot stop this cold war
Waiting for years had paid off with a double
X-ray of which shows HE is dependable and reliable
Yet as COVID-19 ranges on and tears our hearts apart
Zephyr whistles joy in our ears and gladdens the heart .
12-08(Aug)-2020
Keep me off your mind in other words don’t mind me
Because when you were always on my mind your mind was on other things
And now that you’re off my mind you finally realized what you were missing
No wait, what you ignored because while I had a fairy tale plan in store, you wanted to write your own story and in this story I’m the floor
No respect but needed and walked all over
Over and over we’re over no more
P.S. I hope you can walk on air
We use to be so close what happened to that
I thought we were even making progress
Started talking about emotions to imagine that
I tried so hard to be something I'm not
I wanted you to be happy you must no that
But it didn't work you still seemed disappointment
What more could I do I couldn't change that
I just can't measure up and I don't think I ever will
So much time was stolen from me you new that
I'm having to start all over again from scratch
Who what and where and then where to go from that,
All I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me
And that
You accepted me for who I was warts and all
Unfortunately I don't feel you feel like that
I've felt under valued unappreciated and unnoticed
For a very very long time and that's a fact that
I cant speak to you, you don't seem to hear my words
I don't no if choose to do that
Or if you simply don't understand what I'm telling you,
But I cannot continue to live disconnected like that
Surely your the one person that should no me
Yet were unable to communicate and I hate that,
I hate that we don't talk now
I hate that we don't laugh now
I hate that we don't gossip now
I hate that we don't joke now
I hate that we don't go out now
I hate that we don't talk now
The phone is silent no other calls or text really Matter,
I race to the phone but your names not there I no that
This bitter battle of stubbornness is so cold it hurts
Do you feel that? I wonder Can you feel it to, that?
Expressinon of a wish or even a regret
You no that, that is known, or understood that
That referring to a specific thing or heard by the speaker
Or that that used to identify something that,
That you no that, that, that feeling that, that.
Do you feel that, that feeling to I wonder if you do.
That we shouldn't be like this that
things were said that shouldn't have been that
Venomous words hurt when spat that
We should have talked communicated that
This silence is outrageous and resolves nothing that
Change can happen and we should change this that is what that I mean that past tense that should be replaced with a present tense that.
Just take a good look at me;
My frame is attractive!
It does the unsated
appetite of the chauvinist
fuel.
My curves and your fantasies
are mutually inclusive!
Without them, dreams
are truncated.
But I am an orgasmic
symbol.
The self opinionated chauvinist
designs me in his sub-conscious
to serve and be utterly subservient.
I am incarcerated as a chef,
and timeless baby sitter.
A baby machine for a
patriarchal dynasty.
My education is a threat to chauvinist ego.
My ignorance hones his misogynist confidence,
whilst my erudite head
retards his self esteem and worth.
The illiterate orgasmic symbol is his
ideal and virtuous woman.
The smarter and more professional
is the age-old Jezebel.
My chastity and virginity
are twin virtues of a
mutilated genitalia.
My restrained sex urges are
designed for his unrestrained
proclivities and gratification.
I must be restrained,
for him to be unrestrained,
because, share him I must
with two or three others of
my kind.
But take another good look at me,
and see a versatile womb-man!
Translate each prejudice of yours'
and see my remarkable antonyms.
UNLOVED
She longed to be treated as a partner should be
Loved, appreciated, valued, respected, supported and cared for
Sadly, she can't remember feeling those things
Oblivious to her needs, the man whose name she took,
now takes her for granted
She feels manipulated, chastised, insignificant and unloved
Day by day nothing changes
They reside under the same roof, but are worlds apart
He is always there, but never present
She is always there, but never a priority
He never asks how her day was,
if there's anything he could do for her, or what she needs
Oh there are lots of things!
She wants to be held and kissed, told she is beautiful and missed
And to be treated as a woman should be
But instead, every harsh word beats her down
Crushing her spirit, breaking her
until darkness settles in
and steals her light
She withdraws
And wishes that someone
would just love her the way
she deserves
to be loved
For some people
Be it family or friends
No matter what good
You do for them
It’s never enough
You could be the person
Who takes care of them
And wants nothing in return
Instead of helping you
They’ll still do things that’s
Unhealthy for them and
Choose to not listen to you, but
As soon as they get sick
Or in trouble they’ll rush you
To pick up the pieces for them
Straighten out the mess
All the while putting you
Into stressful situations
You’re helping them not
Because you have to
You’re doing it from the heart
It’s funny, how they’ll hard
Time the one who helps
An lavish the ones who
Does nothing for them
Now you’re torn between
Your heart and your feelings
Until one day you say
Enough is enough and
Walk away, because
You have feelings to