Best Underdeveloped Poems
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
A HABITAT OF MODEL AND A MEDAL: BAHAY KUBO
Our bahay kubo*
Is an achievement
And a dream come true
For us to dwell and live
On this simple hut
Whose inspiration I’ve drawn satisfaction
Indeed: I had gotten: A model and a medal.
Why would I say this, a self-reverenge
A MODEL “coz
This is a design
Typical of a Filipino
Worldwide known as Nipa Hut*
Is amply commemorated identity as a race
It’s simple and yet it generates
Patriotism, love strength, upheavals
Unity and success
A model in itself not anymore a caricature
Of value but a realism.
Be it poor, underdeveloped
It was conceived with faith, love and peace
A place for rest and recreation
A hub for hubbies
A hide-away from the crazy world
A stop-over for a voyage
And a playground as well as a battleground
Shared for all by forebears.
And, then also, a MEDAL
More than a bronze, silver or a gold
This hut, hub or a habitat for living things
Is an achievement, an accomplishment for greatness
Which I have a strong convictions of honor
And heroism deserving of a prize, reward and a medal
It is a tremendous height of wisdom
Hot, hut model and a medal!
*bahay kubo--- small hut
*Nipa Hut---native house in the Philippines, synonym of bahay kubo
Some kids look funny;
while, others just look.
Their eyes and ears in
juxtaposition, leaves little
to the imagination.
Maybe, what they are all about
is simply fun and play
They test the world,
in ways that only someone
with an underdeveloped mind could,
creating havoc here and there;
while, having the times of their lives
Children run, leap and cry
to anyone who'll care.
unaware, that soon,
they will become us!
I am a rose bud closed and shy, my young emotions tucked tightly inside myself to protect from exposure.
When threatened, as a new rose my thorns ward off outsiders and tell them to leave me be. My petals are soft and virgin, never knowing sunlight or cold, void of touch or expression. They are pure, still growing, underdeveloped and quite fragile.
I become a young bud, ready to sense the world around me. I am curious to feel sunlight. I am becoming aware of myself and I watch to see how the other flowers open themselves. My feelings are developing inside the petals within and I am in the world.
As a maturing rose, I become strong enough to open my petals and expose my feelings. I allow myself to feel the rain on them and let it roll off of them as tears for those I have hurt with my thorns, and for the happiness I feel to be open and free. The sun feels warm on my moist foilage, and I am strong, capable of pollinating, and I welcome the chance. The world is new, and though naive, I am in my prime, standing out amongst the others.
As an aging flower, I find it harder to lift my head up. My vibrant petals have darkened and shrunken and I am withered, having lived a full life cycle. My petals each represent the emotions I was designed to feel in this lifetime. Hunger, thirst, sadness, contentment, desire, regret, love and thankfulness.
As I feel the complete experience of each emotion to it's fullest, each petal represented therein may fall off. Each one, discarded to the earth and when you see me bare with no petals, you will be sad that I am almost gone but I will rejoice because I will know I am complete. I have done what I came to do, and though others may have been considered more beautiful, they took nothing away from the beauty that I encompassed within. Even as I harden and dry out, petal less, shriveled and dying, I am grateful for the experience to have known life for it is better to have lived and died than to never have existed at all.
the Adult Children of Alcoholics
educated me a lot on my life
I have seen plenty of alcoholics
growing up with it stabs you like a knife
I once read in a book what certain traits
children of alcoholics developed
being an adjuster in life relates
seems like my life was underdeveloped
I would just go with the flow with no word
looking back on my life I know it’s true
I was never the one to wear a sword
all this because dad drank way too much brew
Dad is dead family is still coping
we have all done our own way of doping
This guy prides himself in speaking gibberish
Multilingual, proud along with my limericks
Went to Benny Hill school
For underdeveloped fools
Passed with flying colours, ended up the class validick
Caterpillar
Caterpillar looks around,
Sees butterfly on the wing.
Feeling underdeveloped
Patiently waits for the Spring.
Barry Stebbings
09/23/17
Yeah, I think it's a pity I dumped her in the wilderness
Strange things often happen in life, you know
Time and again we met together, talked of common interest
Raised the same slogans (you guessed right,
both of us belonged to the same political outfit)
Until she felt that she had developed a soft corner in her heart for me
At least she suggested something like that
Wasn't it the right time for me to grab the opportunity? Should I
Have looked like a hopeless fool?
Accordingly i made the first move
And the next few months glided by like a quick scroll on the laptop
Together we spent times at riverbanks, at lush restaurants
Leaning against each other's shoulders, watching sunset
Hands touching hands, feet scrubbing feet beneath tables...
She talked of apartments, of good jobs, secured future
Me casting surreptitious glance at passing belles,
Their fuller or underdeveloped busts
She expressed genuine concern whenever I looked glum
I never cared to ask why her visage looked tired
Somehow it didn't click, I don't know why
Perhaps she felt 'too sure', complacent to possess
Life's new treasure
So when on that humid night
After we shared the bachelor bed in her apartment
Leaving her asleep under the silent glare of the ceiling
I came out, and
Dumped my cellphone disdainfully in the first trash-bin.
The need to be cosseted from reality
numbs our minds
creating a majority
of underdeveloped scared
squares.
boastful, ignorant belittlers
blur the lines between reality
and plastic utopia
hiding the complexities of the world
with coffees and cream and music and ********...
where did it all go wrong?
I'm coming for you bitches
hitting you with my poetry
sending you to the mental
hospital needing brain stitches.
Ima make you fall apart you
thought I was finished honey I
didn't even start. You might be
pretty but your not smart.
Don't be sleeping on me , cause
when I blow up ill have your
man on my Instagram silently
creeping . This is reality no
your not dreaming . You think
I'm ghost I'm just quietly
scheming . But check it start
peeping you thought I wouldn't
make it I get 100 likes fully
clothed you get 25 likes being
completely naked. When they
say my name you get this eerie
feeling and you can't shake it .
I'm always on your mental . It's
eating you inside it's
detrimental . Your my guinea
pig it's experimental . I know
I'm doing good when I see you
mad it's so sad your words are
bad and your hooks are kind of
like the worst sex I've ever
had. Even your man thinks
your whack I know this cause
he tells me you found out and
had a heart attack . But chill
out I don't need him to bad you
got traded for a girl who looks
like she just came out of
maxim. Karmas a ***** and
she's playing on my side . You
can drop the mic exit stage left
for your career has died. It's
funny cause you never even
dropped you were to
underdeveloped . My Facebook
you stalked my twitter you
followed your like a kiddie pool
super shallow . I hope you say
back and took notes this is
probably the best poem I've
ever wrote . If you need to
press rewind on the remote .
Don't go back up selling coke if
you get caught its murder she
wrote I think I'm finally done
dissing you becoming one of
my poems is your worst
nightmare you'll be a citizen
while I am the comissionaire .
.
Purple Liatris
Spikes underdeveloped now
Rain scarce, high heat here
All suffers_trees, plants
Animals must sustain sweat
Rain needed at once
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Underdeveloped
Houses made of stick and mud
Girl with a straw doll
Africa my continent
I remember you today as always
The cradle of civilization
The land of great and revered warriors
Endowed extravagantly with all God’s natural resources
Africa my continent
The land of great promise
Africa of Achebe’s Things fall Apart, I salute you.
Rise up and take your destiny in your own hands
The abundance of wealth in your bowels
Should be a blessing to your poverty-stricken children
Africa you must stop disappointing God
Africa my continent
It is time to purge your off-springs of notorious acronyms
Which have become their lot
The poverty capital of the world
The corruption infested countries
The third world countries
The least developed countries
Developing countries
-hole countries
Emerging economies
Underdeveloped countries
Arise Africa and shine for your star has risen!
I line my crown with velvet
Listen and you want have to guess it
I can't even help it
This game is not for the underdeveloped
I line my Crown with velvet
Will give out no merits
Your comfort is your food
My comfort must be viewed
I line my crown with velvet
The world will never forget it
My Reign will never exit
Never to be inherit!!
I line my crown with velvet
Hop aboard y'all,
let's take a ride on the choo-choo train
down childhood memory lane
Let's check out some words coming out your mouth
from your underdeveloped brain
I'll have a little wiggle,
but not a lot of waggle
I'll have a bit of fiddle,
and a bit of faddle
How come every time it's my turn,
we got to skedaddle
I'll have a lot of yuk yuk,
and a little gaggle
I'll have a bit of piddle,
and a bit of paddle
How come every time the stick's in my hand,
we got to skedaddle
I'll have a little ho-hum,
to go with a lot of yum yum
I'll have a bit of riddle,
and a bit of rattle
How come when I'm about to hit the siesta ball,
we got to skedaddle