Best Underrate Poems
Hello Friend!
You are welcome!
Don’t underrate that we are boasting about ourselves.
Don’t treat us as the suppliers of the basic needs only.
Try to reach our inner voice.
When you get disturbed,
You can come and roam under this canopy.
You certainly feel the ambience pious and solicitous
The green cover soothes and cheers your heart.
You can regain your energy and confidence.
You know, your forefathers roamed happily in these glades.
Fairies often came down and rested here.
Knowing this, they used to worship us.
Their cultures and festivals were tied with us.
Believe it or not, still we can hear their voices lingering on in this air.
During autumn, we shed our leaves
And in spring we get the lost glory back.
We never get demoralized.
We know Life and its secrets.
“Service” is our motto.
You sit on chairs;
Sleep on cots;
Eat our fruits and nuts
Everything is being used - hides, herbs, roots, leaves and what not...
Store your valuables in the wooden boxes;
We die and transform into coffins to safeguard your corpse. Why?
We know the purpose of living.
Living or dying doesn’t matter.
Serving others gives the bliss of heaven.
Look at the age- old Oak trees
Standing like staunch pillars
They are symbols for strong determination and invincible spirit.
Our strength lies in our roots.
They are hidden in this soil.
The inner strength is superior to all.
Look at the mighty trees. How humble they are!
The calamities sometimes cause severe damage to us.
But we can withstand and revamp this pristine nature..
Is it not the sign of our perseverance?
Hundreds of creatures find their dwellings in us.
Are we not protecting them like a mother?
Dear friend,
Recall the moral of the story that you read in your childhood.
“Enjoy the egg but not be greedy and try not to cut open the hen.”
Remember,
Protecting trees means you are building a heaven for your grandchildren.
PLACED : 1ST
Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Date: 19-05-2022
A ccept life as it unfolds
C omplaining only leaves things worse
C oncur with agreeable suggestions
E ndure the adverse currents of life
P ostpone judgement till things seen in better light
T ake people as they are
A llow room for criticism and correction
N ever underrate your personal worth
C ontinue being comfortable in your own skin
E njoy life with all its follies and foibles
March.2.2023
~ Placed First~
A Forms and Words Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor -Sotto Poet
She's got lots of money but no fooking heart
Her forked tongue could put the poison on a tribesman's dart
All the things she did to drive us apart
She talks so much **** her breath smells of fart.
All the bad she thought she saw in me
With her head up That, how could she see
She can be unkind and pretty mean
I think she's blind to reality.
Snobbies like her think they're a better class
Ideologies like that make her an ****
Be careful of stoners if your home's made of glass
Thanks to her moaning Love turns to farce.
With a coldness that makes a cadaver seem warm
Black magic stabs at my side with a prickly thorn
If truth were a fabric her clothes would be torn
Return to your coffin at the break of dawn.
She could sell Maggoty Thatcher a pitch
On how to be more of a *****
Or to hate the poor because you're rich
What to do when the mother in laws a *****?
Why does she hate me and so berate me
Way underrate me any chance to slate me
For blood she thirsted with a mind perverted
Sanity was diverted and to stereotypes she reverted.
She's mean and cold and stuffed with spite
You just can't hold or hug too tight
She's been a sold a Love that's right
It's not just gold shines so bright.
I don't think it very funny
The old hags to bent on money
And baby, my honey
I'm afraid your mummy
May have contaminated you inside her tummy.
Humble angels implore
Kaffirs unsaddle holy alms
If Kings underrate
I am Black, Am Proud,
Not slack, but Smart,
As intelligent as Any Caucasian,
Africa gave life to other continents,
Let’s say She is the Cradle of Civilization.
You can’t underrate me, calling me a backlog for I
Know that I am an Absolute Specimen,
Maybe you don’t know the African physique is the unique
Prototype of God’s first creations.
Am proudly African,
Am No Racist,
A Humble Gent who Believe in Racial Equality,
But the Love for My Fatherland is all Encompassing,
So Natural...Landscapes with unique scenery,
Human Resources Intelligent and Hardworking,
Mother to the world.
The last incentive, souls be found
in large, monopolizing's wait
wrong's closeness, jeopardizing sound
and even breath ways lose relate.
That joint remorse, my neighbor's frowned
to but cause worry, replicate
my higher level, hope's astound
is bartered down to captivate.
The slavery of unholy bound
does figure out its own remorse,
tries chastity with futile ground
its smallness building ~ decimates.
The nothingness content to scowl
and act important, underrate
intimidation's constant growl
the ego maniac's known gate!
Were greatness but from Faith's relate
or known assumptions caustic sown
must change my method, contemplate
and leave my brother's curse alone!
Oh God, but center my ingrate
to prayers console, restoring tone
loss' need do reconcile abate
to gather measures truth consoles!
The all of mercy, healing's fate
is in our own hands, carry's hone
lives driven to the edge, full weight
must lift together ~ to bring home ~
the love God gave us . . . . as His own!
This succubus is from our local lore
Lovely and wicked she could turn at will
Yakshi her name feared as a deadly whore
A rare talent, she got ,to dupe and kill.
She lives on top of her palmyrah tree
At the midnight hour, down to earth, she climbs
Waits for her prey, a wayfarer, weary
Closes in on him, asking for quicklime.
Cute, white-clad, exuding jasmine’s fragrance
She sweet-talks her prey to a lust-filled night
Step ,they, into her mansion for romance
Where the luckless chap is in for a fright.
Reveals, she, her real form, fearsome, ghoulish
Sucks out all blood from his chest she just split
Devours all his flesh and bones with relish
Teeth, nails, hair is all, in the morn , left.
At times her pick is a youth full of zest
In his dream she comes as partner in sex
Through nights he loses all blood to this pest
Wears thin and takes ill to become an “Ex”.
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Like once she did, on trees, she lives no more
But could, in cartons and cans, lie in wait
In stuff that we consume and just adore
As safety-norm-transgressions we underrate
Under global brand names which serve as baits.
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Contest:" Creatures of the night
28-08-1
Won second place in the above contest.
Entry for Roy Jerden's contest on 25 May 13
For Kelly Deschler's contest.
“Prejudice wears a variety of hats, none of them becoming.”
~ Kevin Ansbro
Is it fear or is it hatred
Of a stranger, the unknown
The premise that the unworthy
Could deprive you of your throne?
Is it feeling self-important
With a right to underrate
Foreign people with behaviour
Prone to sow the seeds of hate?
Selfish, haughty, prejudicial
Are the stickers on your back.
Do your customs and religion
Make you special? What the heck!
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Published in "Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace"
~ (PoetrySoup) 2026
If all the world could see inside
What wrinkled covers have denied
The storied life of one’s caress
For life and love and happiness
The inner glow remains intact
It’s just the outside that’s been cracked
If only they would realize
The key is in the ageless eyes
if not the world but one or three
Who’d care to see what’s really me
And not a ghost of supple skin
Not just the wrapping I am in
Why must they underestimate
Or misconstrue or underrate
The value of an older work
Dismissing with a scornful smirk
Ironic as each page is turned
In every life as we have learned
The same place we shall all arrive
So grateful just to be alive
I love the air, I cherish the freshness of my Ghana
I bask in the heat to sweat the liberty of Ghana
beauty in life and substance to form a distinct Ghana
Arts in fun’s colours, where should I be if not Ghana
I kiss the clouds that pour your rains my Ghana
and embrace the poles that permit your winds dear Ghana.
Small, gentle but mighty, that’s just my Ghana
your beauty grows but slowly, why oh why Ghana
don’t underrate your capable hands my sweet Ghana
in your team you still are a big brother gentle Ghana
unity lingers when I smell the cologne from Ghana
from the soils to the seas, God’s legs surely walk in Ghana.
A home of hope and peace is this lovely Ghana
Boadi, Amanianpong or Danquah my names in Ghana
Oh! Quaye, Akesseh and Frimpong still from Ghana
the mind finds rest with the beautiful bed sheets of Ghana
cornered by curtains of life only made by one in town Ghana
a home to my heart and one I’ll always find in this lovely Ghana.
The moment you comprehend that
No one is your foe,except yourself
You underrate your attainment
Hurl pebbles at yourself
Eclipse your sun because you feel jeopardous
You dread to be defamed
Yet yearn to be venerated
One advice:monitor two dogs or cats meet
Beyond the identity sniffing,
Eyes contact,tail-wagging to signify their status
Still remember above all
Status is more in the giving than the demanding
That acting modestly is far better
Than boasting in disguise
Remember a cat has done it ever since creation
Gazing deep into the king's eyes .
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
I'm going gung-ho, I'll let the gun blow, I aint done no, until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow, when I lay they go woah,
ink the words in the row as I show off and show why to throw me the doe,
I can row the boat slow, fly high dive low, don't underrate bro and belittle or bellow as my bow and arrow will hit you I'm hallow. I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough, rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow, win prizes through flow as I fly like a crow. An honoured untouchable tactical poet
incredibly abled to powerfully show it. Could it be these single syllables
are only good for simple silly fools and simply stupid individuals who sin and sit all cynical while I sing with awe so clinical reaching toward the pinnacle, ideals I'm phenomenal, I feel this is probable.
The lions tail
Let the sleeping
Wild dog lie
When is quitely alone
Never underrate
The power of a gentle
Man
Never look for trouble
When a man is humble
To you
For dog dont eat dog
Except
when you touch
The lion tail
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!