Best Undervalued Poems
Time is the most precious possession the universe holds.
It is powerful beyond all measure.
It is loyal but also very unforgiving.
Time will test our strength and will power.
It will expose our weakness.
Time will challenge our thoughts and emotions.
It will be relentless in its endeavor to prove love unstable and lacking.
Time will push boundaries.
It will surpass limitations and barriers.
Time will change you...
Time will possibly break you...
Time may even heal you...
Time is not to be undervalued or assessed.
Time can not be exacted, it is a gift, an allowance.
We are given time so that we may discover who we were, who we are, and who we long to be...
We are given time to uncover the endless possibilities that lie before us.
We are given time to gain enlightenment, to learn, and to teach.
We are given time to be free, to be liberated, to be alive!!!
But, in time, you will always find a profound truth...
Time is borrowed, only a certain amount allotted.
It is owed all of your energy and spirit.
You have to explode every day.
Only slow down for those magical moments.
To absorb all the character needed to become a philanthropic warrior.
A guardian and a leader to those who do not understand the true concept of time.
Categories:
undervalued, character, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Forgiving is the true nature and value
of the child lost learning ways
in which direction expelling darkness
From internal love finding a sinner within
unveiling oneself offering the pain of the suffering
heavenwards our wings are the shield of protection
An instrument that wipes unclean dust away
to make way for the light of truth
slowly a cross will lift of the shoulders
We are slaves burdened unto the pain of desires
that where born from love on this earth alone
Divinity is the real deal love that burns eternally grateful
No longer blind to sinners or sin
its there a heart finds peace and solice
knowing from the crooked road walked
In hell wisdom learns us many lessons in life
we pray for those who are lost in direction
always to the day we leave this world
Destinies true love never dies
He died for our sins Almighty who is all forgiving
Lord I now take a leaf out of your book
Burying the past in the hope He will forgive those
who have sinned against us
blindly fooled into believing a falsity
Categories:
undervalued, blessing, deep, fire, heart,
Form:
Terza Rima
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death.
People wave to us, but few know who we are
and most on a good days run could care less.
Like the organ grinder's monkey from days of old,
we have been repeatedly trained to do a task.
We do a job few would even consider doing
and most would not even attempt to try.
A job burdened with ever growing responsibility
due to the minutia of a ever expanding bureaucracy.
A grossly undervalued, underappreciated profession
designated part-time by thoughtless administrations
that mouth how important we all are once a year
only to persecute us for every trifling thing later.
If you are lucky enough to survive a number of years
without resigning or becoming a sacrificial lamb
on the altar of a fearful self serving public face,
you will get a tiny pension for your devoted service.
We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
The tolerant souls that routinely put up with
a few rude demanding manipulative parents
and their insolent misbehaving little darlings
just to be able to serve the greater majority
of decent well meaning thoughtful parents
and the precious treasures of tomorrow
they have temporarily entrusted to us.
Like a hamster running on a little wheel,
we go around in circles every single day,
but unlike the hamster we must summon
every instinct and learned skill to insure
every turn we make is executed flawlessly.
We are kept aloft on our spinning wheel
by the deliberate hands of a caring heart
and the many small souls seated behind us
that come to trust us not to make a mistake.
We are the one person in their little lives
that are not allowed to ever let them down
for neither of us may be able to live with it.
We are their school bus drivers...
Categories:
undervalued, care, children, work, ,
Form:
Free verse
Cherish the time with your parents
Our time will come just like theirs.
Keep holding on to those memories
Envisaging that good memories
will not cease forever
If you missed the precious years and feel lost
Step forward and love the most
In life, children are never undervalued
Trust yourself, you are of great value!
Categories:
undervalued, care, parents,
Form:
Acrostic
The newest Leap Year beckons women to make a heartfelt move
while promising to be true to the soul and actions
I have knelt down because it's time that I propose to you,
even impromptu, promising to say "I do" with Celtic words: Aoibhneas, Baile.
I love you for your distinct virtues. Please, do not misconstrue this vow that I now renew.
You're likely to be amazed by such words of praise coming from me
But you should know that I love you verily; I've reappraised the situation,
And I'm all aglow when I think of the stargazed dream
Such a marriage could set us free and raise our expectations, we who are Vikings!
If I don't take the chance to propose during our dance, four years will pass again with less romance; thus, it's best I write these words of confession to you with my own pen rather than to keep them suppressed, all the while,
Promising that my vow will be acknowledged by God above who blesses our love, still expressed while un-professed
My mind reaches out to you, boundlessly and timelessly, no matter what you say or do, thereunto, without any borders to keep my love away; I invite your imagination to fly with thoughts of the magnificent adulation and how I'll reveal my heart to you, going on a mountain rendezvous, with vegetables overgrown in your garden where they thrived,
Undervalued for such a long time while nature embraced you in a breakthrough,
Growth arose with the sound of bells nearby--chiming, dancing, and chanting in rhythm, the mountains, all the time, dipping into the valley to meet you in peace.
This year will be Leap Year, it's true, and all I want to do
Is marry you. No more, no less, only to achieve heartfelt happiness.
I'll view you through the misconstrued residue of my own true love.
Categories:
undervalued, february, love, marriage, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The Teachers Dedication is intended to send cheer and appreciation to you and all the teachers around the world. Share it with someone special..!!
Do you know the importance of teachers
That question is a lesson in itself
How do you learn to achieve wealth
Receive a doctorates or even a black belt
There’s a great teacher around
Great with a ball or maybe a wrench
There’s a great teacher around
Preparing great meals or building a fence
Like super heroes from distant planets
That come and save the day
Our heroes from the world of academia
Come and lead the way
Just for what you stand for alone
You should be forever bestowed in favor
Facing the most daunting task of taming & guiding the beast called human nature
Ode to those undervalued teachers
Who make education allure & dapple
You are revered by me and many others
With much love and many apples
Categories:
undervalued, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Ode
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
Categories:
undervalued, birth, creation, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
Categories:
undervalued, abortion, abuse, conflict, corruption,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Categories:
undervalued, abortion, bereavement, body, care,
Form:
Terza Rima
All for one
None for all
A house of cards that will
Bring about a great fall
Only a select few
Can spellbound the masses
Becoming Kings and Queens
With illegitimate claims to fame
We lift them up high
On a plinth made of our backbones
We the new third estate
Glorify them as demigods
Who conquered us all
With just a little bit of gloss
We are their slaves
Enthralled to them
We give them all
Unholy wolves
Swaddled in wool are they
Devouring all with their avaricious mind-set
We pay them tithe
Which they feel is rightly theirs
The public purse is for them alone
Everyone else must get by on their own
Just a few control the building blocks of society
An inbred top heavy hierarchy
That exert undue pressure downwards
Maiming those they lord over
Stymieing their advancement
A limited gene pool of ideas and talent
Hinders the legacy
That today passes to the future
A sure way for eventual extinction
A very sad prophecy
Selfishness and graft
Erode decency in society
Harassing the pillars of unity
Resentment thus festers
Those in the middle
Are full of hyperbole
Their spiel of being undervalued
Naught but insouciant drivel
They craftily forget
The power they wield
And the economic gains they do so
Hard to conceal
Society must benefit if we aim for equality
Those that contribute
Must see their labour bear fruit
All and sundry must get a slice
Of the overburdened public pie
Categories:
undervalued, social, society,
Form:
Free verse
RUSTED an BUSTED
Rusted and busted
Under carriage now gone
Stuffing falling out and all crusted
Tyres are disintegrating
Engines in pieces all dusted
Drivers abandoned us here
Anyone can see the end is nigh
No place left for us, just to lie
Busted and all in pieces
Undervalued near the end
Sitting here rusting and dying slow
This is sad for a much loved friend
Ending in the junkyard
Drivers abandoned us here at the end
24-6-2016
Categories:
undervalued, car, farewell,
Form:
Acrostic
The rain washes my face,
Like a shower in the morning,
Communicating growth and living,
Nutrients for plant development,
Letting photosynthesis occur.
It reminds me sometimes,
That perfection shouldn’t be a goal,
Important or a drive:
But to get a bit dirty and wet,
Is ok, and may indeed mean you have arrived.
It does not come with cold,
Warmth can be when it rains;
Jackets and coats are not necessary,
For that spec which floats onto you.
And rain doesn't affect the sea,
That great living organism of spank,
But contributes to its being,
Compliments its stance.
It wets your hair no problem,
When you've not washed it:
Forgotten, or neglected yourself,
Taken a chance when you can’t.
Rain, disliked and undervalued,
Is a very necessary thing,
Nice, tangly at times,
And can be a most delightful friend.
4th October 2015
Categories:
undervalued, blessing, cheer up, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Simplicity…I have always been an advocate of simplicity.
Of telling people to stop and smell the calla lilies.
Of telling people the heart should always be followed, and to
Never listen to those who would bring you down.
You, my friend, are simply the best thing I have.
Of all the things that make life hell and hard, you are a heaven, and are never
Undervalued.
Well? You know who you are. Hearthfire. Bullfrog. Beloved dumbass.
Incidentally, you are also rather brilliant.
Long have you been the only thing that truly makes me smile, and I truly
Love how easy, how simply easy, laughter is with you.
Stay true to you, Hearthfire. You are
Extraordinary, and precious, and if
Even one in one hundred people were like
You, this would be a better world.
Of course, with that much awesomeness, who knows if the world could
Undertake such a venture?
And, regardless if the world could or not, the fact
Remains that as far as I’m concerned,
Every fifth shot of alcohol I ever take will be to you.
Long live our friendship, sweet love! May it ever be
Obscenely strong, and know that I treasure how I can be
Vulnerable with you. May you have
Everything that is good in life, my friend. Sincerely,
Daniexelle.
Categories:
undervalued, best friend, care, for
Form:
Acrostic
Before I begin. I apologize that I am unable to provide the links to the poems, as I am using my phone to post this and I do not have access to a computer or laptop, so I am limited as far as my options. To remedy this, I will list them in order from oldest to newest-
1. Graduation - my very first poem posted on the Soup. I originally wrote this for my sister when her daughter (my niece) graduated from high school (over twenty years ago!)
2. The Stars - This was my first brand new poem of length, and the first one I entered in a contest. It was painful to write because it is about the night my brother-in-law passed away.
3. To My Teenage Self - I wish I could go back in time and give this to the awkward adolescent I was, just so she could know there is nothing wrong with her, and she is beautiful.
4. Who I Would Bring Back - my mother is ill and in a nursing home now, and this is my wish to return her to health and vigor
5. For the Silence Keepers - I am quiet by nature, and this is for those quiet ones who are usually overlooked and undervalued in place of their more loquacious cousins.
6. Little Things - Often, it is the little gestures of love that carry you through hard times; I wrote this when my husband got his cancer diagnosis.
7. Cities of Sonnets - this chronicles my journey back to writing after a two-plus decade lapse, and how much this site has helped me along the way
8. Morris the Thesaurus Tortoise - I love whimsical writes, so this is my ode to the joy of words! Also was a POTD!
9. Emptiness - All my life I have struggled with depression, and this is my attempt to describe that dark world of mine.
10. Covetous - Envy is another demon I fight, with wishing my writing could be higher, cleaner, better, more like so many I admire - is it ironic I'm proud of this one?
5/13/20
For '10 Poems that Define Me' contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Shared 1st Place
Categories:
undervalued, appreciation, how i feel,
Form:
List
They believed her to be the harlot of the 15th century.
Heedless to the mask;
They trusted the persona of an undervalued whore taken for a fool.
Her name was Araignée.
A deceitful insect she was when the sun went down,
Stirring poisons in her cauldron.
But then they found her,
Bound her; before things were complete.
They blamed her for the curses,
Blamed her for the plague.
She accepted her fate
When they opened the gate,
Hanging her inches off the ground.
Death is only the beginning.
And what the town failed to see
Was a witch inside an innocent body.
Overruling her mind,
All emotions immobilized.
Today I speak of the spider that crawls the halls of my insides.
Her tightly spun webs captured my brain’s freedom long ago.
Not but an easy task for she’s done it times before.
And the sickest part of it all is
Feeling repulsed by the comfort from her company
When she climbs right out my mouth onto my shoulder.
Together we’ll sit under the moon’s majestic glow, conspiring “our” next move.
She wonders for us both:
Will they blame me for the curses?
Will they blame me for the plague?
Categories:
undervalued, mysteryme,
Form: