Best Unattractive Poems
She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is.
A beautiful, bubbly little girl.
Heart opened to the world, trusting everyone who inhabits it.
The corners of her mouth turned upward, her cheeks tinted pink.
She looks at her mirror image and laughs, sticking out her tongue and scrunching up her face.
She goes to bed.
She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is.
A brilliant, creative young girl.
Her face is laced with imperfections, but her mom told her no one is perfect.
Her smile is crooked, her eyebrows are hard to see, and her face is covered in little red demons.
She looks at her mirror image and smiles anyway, not caring about her appearance.
She goes to bed.
She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is told.
An unattractive, bland girl.
Her face has countless flaws, but everyone else looks perfect.
Her smile is crooked, her face is chubby, her acne has taken over, and her eyebrows aren't slim.
She looks at her mirror image with a ghost of a smile, doubt showing through her eyes.
She pushes them away and she goes to bed.
She looks in the mirror, and sees what she thinks is there.
A fat, ugly teen girl.
Body littered with the unattractiveness that defines her existence.
Her heart's shield has come up, preventing the hurt she knows will come.
She looks at her mirror image, mouth pinched in disgust.
Hugging her pillow tightly, she goes to bed.
She looks in the mirror, and sees what she's certain is there.
An unloved husk of a human being.
Her mind now resembles her body, scarred from her own criticism.
Her heart is cracked, her soul broken, her mind tired.
She looks at her mirror image with a huge smile on her face, knowing it will be her last.
She lets go of her life and for the first time in a long time,
She happily goes to bed.
I recently found this poem that I had written. I had written it when I was 13 years old...
Categories:
unattractive, body, depression, suicide, teen,
Form:
Verse
Oh graceless, Old Age,
Your unattractive face the many despise
But your company they desperately seek
For
How else, could the magic of life enjoy
If they were not among those you pick?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 January 2016
Categories:
unattractive, age, life, old,
Form:
Epigram
She stood in the mirror facing her reflection
She hated herself and wanted perfection
Nobody cares that beauty's from within
Thousands spent on surgery just to fit in
Thin is beautiful that's what she thought
Models were tall unattractive was short
Nobody now sees personality shining through
Implants and Botox is not the real you
We're all made different we are unique in different ways
Now we are becoming more alike because of what society says
Categories:
unattractive, identity,
Form:
Couplet
So I'm not pretty
Like my ribbon and pearls and flower bedazzled sisters
So I'm plain
Without frills or twirls or swirls of vivid hues
So I stand out with my arms open wide
Hiding nothing
So I don't have stanzas and rhymes and schemes aplenty
Does that make me unworthy
Does that make me less
Does that make me unattractive at best
Am I not still art
So I tell it like it is
Tell me what is wrong with that?
Categories:
unattractive, on writing and wordsme,
Form:
Free verse
once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax
once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing
once i had gnats fronting as a jazz band predominately playing dirges
the rhythm was a compulsive liar
the melody was basically a malady
then you came along
you saw me in all chapters of unkempt
you dried my tears
you gave me shelter
you made me pray with you
you Loved me to Wellness
now i am a better man
now i am smelling like lavender and vanilla
now my heart is richer than my many big pictures
now i know the true meaning of Prosperous Gratitude
now i know what it really feels like to be Definitively Loved
Now I Thank God and Give Him Praise For You.....
now i must go and get myself together and get ready
her funeral starts at 11am
her last words to me were 'You Blessed My Life By My Saving Yours'
Treasure The Pleasure Of God's Blessings......
Categories:
unattractive, memory, remember, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
Categories:
unattractive, betrayal, break up, change,
Form:
Narrative
What escapes from your chimney reveals the contents of your heart,
Whether borne of Love or not, of which, your smoke will impart.
If Love is present, living, within your beating heart,
Puffs of pleasant, sweet smoke from your chimney will depart.
But... with a heart void of Love, where darkness upon drapes,
From its chimney can only be black smoke that escapes.
A heart filled with Love is a heart always free,
Where darkness can't prevail nor shackled, make it be.
Do check your chimney often for the contents of your smoke.
If dark clouds you are puffing, your heart may then be broke.
A heart that bears no Love, is a heart not working well
For the heart is designated as the place for Love to dwell.
One's appearance may be drab, unattractive to the sight,
But if the smoke is pleasant, sweet, then the place within's alright.
Or one's appearance may have beauty; with a tune of a sweet, inviting song,
But if they're puffing black smoke, then there is something wrong.
But no need to be disheartened, for hope, there always is,
When Love's invited into a heart, Love brings along too, bliss.
Once one's heart is exposed to Love and all its Magic,
Their former heart of darkness will be no longer sad and tragic.
As the heart fills with Love, the once Chimney Smoke of black
Will change to pleasant, sweeter puffs, escaping from the stack.
Your Chimney Smoke tells the tale, provides the true rendition,
Speaks truthfully of your character and about your heart's condition.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-01-29 03:07:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
unattractive, character, heart, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
My approach to life has always been
One of lightheartedness and just happy to be alive
However, I recall my early years, especially my teenage years
When I was filled with self-doubt
Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills
Until I got out in the working world
And realized my humour helped push me through
I discovered people love to laugh
It helps them through their gruelling day at the office
Humour has carried me through my whole life
Through my good times and especially through the tough times
My motto is, “if I can't change things...
Oh well, this is the way it is, so no sense being unhappy forever”
Though at times it can be extremely difficult
I've always manage to eventually laugh at life
I've discovered it's the only way to survive
I'm not suggesting that everyone is capable of this
But it's my secret to a long and happy life
So there you have it... why I'm known as “Jester Jack”
A title of which I am so very very proud!
I'm just happy to be alive!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
unattractive, happiness, life, love,
Form:
Narrative
Amelia wanted to go to the annual dance
but she just might not get the chance
Amelia was a very nice unattractive young witch
her best friend was a young warlock named Mitch
It's been over a year since Mitch moved
and she was the only one that disapproved
He wouldn't want her to be stuck yesteryear
she had to leave real soon and that's clear
Amelia wanted to cast spell and alter her looks
her grandmother gave her several old spell books
As fast as the thought came it went
and she must get ready for the big event
Even though there were no suitors in sight
she will ride her broom swiftly this night
When she got there she started to dance
the young warlock behind her was in a trance
The young warlock nervously asked her for a twirl
She said yes and they started to whirl
they've been dancing together for years and years
As man and wife and Amelia cries happy tears
Categories:
unattractive, high school,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve paid my fee
Uploaded pictures of me
In a attempt to attract a mate
Or maybe just a single date
As the single life, all be it free
Simply does not agree with me
Now don’t be fooled by my opening verse,
Im not unattractive and by no means adverse
To normal social conduct of a type
To attend bars and clubs on an hormonal fuelled night
To meet and greet the love of my life
Someone to have me in sickness and in strife
Or maybe just a fumble with someone I find
To gyrate on the dance floor, our bodies entwined
Yet no matter how many numbers, no matter how many texts
I still haven’t found my ideal opposite sex
So I revert to the internet with a plan in my head
Not attempting to seduce someone into my bed
I write up a statement about who I am
But I’ve chosen a picture of Jean Claude Van Damm
You see the plan that I’ve hatched is one of up most cunning
And my concern here a must is I’ll send em’ all running
With a picture of me trying to look like a cutie
Or my bare naked chest to try something more fruity
No I’ll draw the poor girl in before I cause her alarm
Then win over her trust with my very best charm
Before revealing myself in all of my might
And watching my next taking to flight
But please my dear reader I ask you to see
That this angle of dating can back fire on me
As it didn’t occur to me, my mind never entering fear
that there are many a female with a similar idea
to post pictures of models and claim it to be them
to draw the attention of unsuspecting men
And I admit my dear reader that I was ensnared
By a female of the species and enticed to her lair
For the picture I saw was of a heavenly blonde
Instead what I got was something quite wrong
And yet the face that confronts me is troubled and dim
And the girl stood before me rubs the stubble on her chin
She says she is angry that I should take a hike
For my blushing bride expected a Van Damm look alike
Seems we both learnt a lesson about internet dating
You need honesty and trust before cyber style mating
Categories:
unattractive, funnyme, girl, internet, me,
Form:
Light Verse
Entering a new phase of life full of standing ovation
can be disrupted by the polarized effect of growth.
Innocence is pressed by social hypocrisy
to expose a young heart to adult conspiracies.
It’s tough to be in between the balance of morality and biology;
prematurity may be a reasonable excuse
but defending that little wisdom with clever restrictions
is a vital and compensatory need.
The right hand punches away corrupt company
but the left never lets go their naughty flare.
Growing wants then begin to misplace events and reasons
as a night club is for instance turned to a place for sight-seeing.
Carefulness is lost and internal scrutiny easily carried away.
A wrong predator then wins that precious attention’s mandate;
lies come with charismatic fun to leave total believe with no option.
Breaking a three days dry fast with mushroom and vodka, one brags,
such false manliness is captured and quickly admired.
Spending a night with a man in an isolated room
with the only expectation of playing chess;
not considering he is well blooded and physically functional,
enacting the precept of “can see, may touch but can’t taste”
is a time bomb set to explode in a matter of seconds.
Bending standards in conformity to peer-pressure,
copying the trend but doing it in a different fashion.
Act may be temporarily bound but the mind is already full blown;
interest is lured for a protracted time
just for corruption to cajole and make a deal.
Attention settles it for manifestation to take over,
drug, violence and sex once poked through accessible media
are fully accepted by the wishes of germinating drives.
Boundaries are what attract check points
when they’re non-existent, naivety is promoted
and no matter the made rules, foolishness most often wins
to craft out experience,
covered with the unattractive curtains of deadly mistakes.
Categories:
unattractive, character, conflict, confusion, growing
Form:
Epic
You, again. . .
Yes, I know I mustn’t look your way,
Even averted wholeheartedly, I am immersed in your presence
And it is so different, when it is the first,
It is stranger, unearthing…
I wasn’t in love, infatuated at best,
How cruel those emotions twisted and turned against you
Your soul must have quivered in wariness as I passed your way
As I, never enough, never strong enough, turned the other cheek
Deafly, I hear your voice amongst the crowd,
The annoying, distinctive voice that had later caught my interest,
And then, disdain…as years passed…
Disdain, for that voice spoke so well, though it never understood my pain
It never articulated, understood that level of my sorrows
I let you go long ago,
But I cannot bear to look at you again
At that smug face, your short-trimmed hair,
And that smile…every single time we lock eyes
It’s a smile of “Why must she be here?
Why do we have the same friends?
Soon, she will be away,
Lost in separate reality
And I shall press forward
To more important people,
More important things…”
Why is it so, so hard to reconnect with you?
Not in that foolish love battle we’ve never fought,
Or the crazy emotional rampage that have ruined beautiful nights
I just want to believe I exist in your world,
That maybe somehow, I make sense,
I do not just materialize in your presence,
To be greeted by your condescending smile
I just want to, just for a moment, Matter,
Not in the way that we are all so used to,
Of the immaterial, the foolish bump into worlds
Bouncing right back out of sight
The hesitation, the holding of breath,
The distasteful beat of your anxious heart
Losing me in every thump of your chest
Under that dastardly, angry brow of yours
In the cruel crook of your half-smile,
I know what I can be,
This unattractive, quiet, luminous nuisance
I know it, in my valueless existence,
I know I am too much at times,
And for that I have recoiled,
Soiled in these foolish tears
I cry because you Matter,
Where I may never
Categories:
unattractive, anxiety, appreciation, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
"Grey Rock"
I am just a Grey Rock. With all the rest I blend
To keep away a narcissist, an enemy not a friend.
If I remain uninteresting, unattractive, and dull,
I am like a stalk of corn with no corn to hull.
A Grey Rock attracts no attention to a narc's eye
And therefore, won't be fodder for a narc's supply,
Which, for their survival, they require upon to feast,
To fill in their black hole, they have from satan, leased.
A narcissist needs drama to feed on and thrive,
Along with flying monkeys to keep their goals alive,
Of destroying others to give themselves a lift.
Otherwise, through life, they aimlessly will drift.
So, if I seem rather quiet, in the background, faded,
It's to stay in the shadows, where I am and feel shaded.
From time to time I'll be more than a Grey Rock in a pile,
But solitude brings me a peaceful living style.
Perhaps, the narcissist, who's been stalking me for years
Will become very bored and afflicted with the drears,
When he finds he is being no longer entertained,
Because my presence by him cannot be obtained.
Since technology enables him to my life, invade,
Being just a Grey Rock, blended, in the shade,
Disables his intrusion by squelching his desire.
Where there are no sparks, there can be no fire.
Being dull, unattractive, boring, unappealing,
Has been peacefully rewarding and too, revealing.
A Grey Rock, from a narc, attracts no attention.
Hence, all the more reason to pursue this intention.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2019-02-23 11:08:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
Categories:
unattractive, philosophy, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
Today is the day she will finally be married the man of her dreams
They had met two months earlier and he's fallen deeply in love with her, and asked her to marry him
He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her
And being who he is she agreed to marry him
So glowing with joy, she's feeling so wonderful
and can't wait to see her man at the altar
Even though her family was against it
-that it's too soon to get married
-that she hardly knew him
But of course she knows he's the one
He's perfectly fit and rich
And one day she will come to love him like
she once did her high school sweetheart
Except he got fat and she had to leave him
- A fat man can't work and is just unattractive
In fact she doesn't even think of him anymore
it's been two years since she dated him
Her future husband is perfectly fit, handsome and so very rich
Just her kind of man...
Clearing her head she dolled up
Slipped into her Cinderella dress and rushed out the hotel door with her only friend
She doesn't care that her family didn't come
She's never going to forgive them
She'll be very rich soon, so she really doesn't care
Smiling and giggling
She turned to her friend and said hurry open the door
Only to step into an empty dim chapel
With a big banner hanging saying
...I'm sorry you couldn't love me because I was fat and my wallet was thin!
Tears...
For contest: I started a joke
Sponsor: Maria Williams
11-25-17
Categories:
unattractive, betrayal, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I fear, I will not be enough for that world outside,
I will not measure up to that who they expect me to be, want me to be.
I fear the one I breathe… the one I see, will only see another.
I fear for these faults I have, these weaknesses… those flaws.
Who will cherish, who will want… those flaws I have?
I fear, for my weigh on a machine...
It says repellent, it says obese
I fear, for my length on scale…
It says unattractive, it says midget
I fear the night, how I prefer the light instead, the bright instead
Those owls and rats and bats; those foul creatures of the night.
I fear the world, will misunderstand these thoughts I have
Misinterpret these ideas I have.
I fear the world will not appreciate;
Those hours on the mirror, those rivers I sweat.
I fear I shall not attain those goals I have, those dreams I dream
My enemies will prosper, while misery and despair are paired with me
I fear they will change my parts… make me into a thing with no heart
A thing with no face… and look down on my race!
I fear the questions I have, the doubts I have
But more than ore, I fear I shall die before I live,
I fear I shall not live till I die!
Categories:
unattractive, conflict, fear,
Form:
Alliteration