Best Undignified Poems
You’re feeling so uncomfortably
like a lobster lately,
embroiled in hot controversy
Heated debates swirling all around you,
as your deep-fried life
jumps from the frying pan to the boiling pot
Wiping the sweat off your brow,
standing before the microphones
and blazing bright lights burning hot
You feel like
you’re in a
Twilight Red Lobster Zone
You’re catching a lot of heat, catching a lot
Whew! Brother, it’s gotten really hot
You’re so embroiled ...
feels like you being boiled
Boiled alive,
living the lobster life
Scandal and blooper viral feed
has you in a steamy situation
Court cases ... mounting legal fees
Your green onions
are getting a chop-chop
caramelized sensation
Indecent public exposure, tabloid indiscretions ...
Off-the-cuff sound bytes played on a constant loop
Political incorrectness, multiple divorce messes ...
Plus anger management is your new therapy group
You got a slew of problems like a gumbo stew,
so dump your crustacean career in the roiling pot
You’re catching a lot of heat, catching a lot
Whew! Brother, it’s gotten so fiery hot
You’re so embroiled ...
feels like you being boiled
Boiled alive,
living the lobster life
Being served on a buffet platter is so undignified
Winter's dance was long and she moved very slow
She never held you tight, she was always so cold
And when she shook her hair the dance floor would be covered in snow
And then her icy stare would pierce you and she'd give you a frosty scold
But though she seemed at times so mean and undignified
The beauty of this lady could never be denied
Spring's dance was lively, she let her hair down
When she shook her hips there were blossoms all around
She was warmer than her sister who wore the icy gown
The melody of spring was a beautiful sound
Summer was a party girl she danced to rock and roll
She was quite romantic and loved those moonlit strolls
She loved the fragrant roses and her kiss was very warm
Birds would sing when she appeared, enchanted by her charm
When she shook her hair, butterflies fluttered out
And everyone on the dance floor would twist and shout
Autumn was a beautiful girl
She danced a little slower as round and round we whirled
She had a soul for rhythm and blues
And sad songs were her muse
She would make her leaves fall all over the dance floor
We danced all through the night until her leaves were no more
Then her cold sister entered the ballroom with her chilly air of elegance
And I sauntered over to this icy beauty and once again we danced
To all these lovely ladies I could never say goodbye
They will dance forever to melodies upon a changing sky
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Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
You cannot take from me
that which I have yet to discover
Although I walk upon a crumbling wall
it is you who fortified my ignorance
Witness my strength grow exponentially
as I venture further beyond your reach
All that you are has become tedious
I have discovered my own significance
My indifference somehow diminishes you
and your response is less than dignified
December 12, 2016
For Laura Loo's Quote II contest.
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
I have withdrawn from grim and gloomy feelings.
I have no time for wistful faces that plague the day
with melancholy conversation and life-sucking sadness.
The drama too much to digest and too trivial to express.
The shroud of depression envelopes the soul
spiraling it toward the depths of psychosis.
Discard delusions of undignified and unfounded discontent.
Instead, I seek cheerful gladness and joyful vibes.
I invest my time with gregarious and social aspects
of amiable discourse and exuberant life-serving happiness.
The manzai of life situations is peculiar funniness.
The revealing mirthful banter opens the psyche
whirling it toward heights of responsible normalcy.
Embrace each moment as though it is the last – it could be.
The Intrepid
Tall Savannah grass, he had to drive on its only road it was narrow
had no pavement, he rode his scooter could see the ears of big cats
listening.
It was noon, the lions didn’t like the smell emitting from his scooter,
animals only eat when hungry.
He stopped switching off the motor he wanted to be attacked by a lion,
be eaten alive he thought life would give meaning to his futile life.
The silence was total heard insects crossing the road sound like a regiment
on war foot.
Now or never, walked into the tall grass remembered lines like
“I’m the master of my destiny.”
What rot! He knows nothing about the future.
The savannah was an oat field, a farmer shouted scared the lions away.
Sometimes we will be eaten by the worms in the soil
that is undignified.
The Bloody Brexit
It should have been so simple
There was a referendum
People voted leave
And Britain should have withdrawn
In an orderly fashion; but no.
The remainders wouldn’t here
Of it and the spectacle become undignified.
One would think the UK didn’t exist
Before the EU it did.
Boris Johnson is an opportunist he is
Not remotely interested either way
He wants power
And the American why of health service
The leavers should not entertain him
But continue their fight to let Britain
Go its own way.
Twerking is not working
It's selling your body for sex
The thing I seen was an awful scene
Even shared with the family pet
My visit to strip clubs in my past
Was now revieled with clarity
What I did back then was for
pleasure
And certainly not for charity
When a dog learns a trick
You give a dog a treat
Beg, roll over, and lay down
Can make a dog real neat
But treat my daughter like a dog
That follows her masters commands
Goes beyond undignified
And brings shame to my"C"lan
None of us are immune to greed
But how much money do you need?
Or is this display a cry for freedom
Go, Your free from what we've seen
But now your the slave of the Devil
Beg, roll over and lay down!!!
But you may hear different sounds
But basically it's all the same
One day you'll find
In your own time
That real freedom
Is power to say no
(In light of Miley Cyrus' recent activities)
And it will be served proudly
Shore to shore, long highways roam undignified
through heartlands of wounded fields, crying
overgrown long of factories closed,
unemployment, crime,
homes foreclosed on, lives given to dust,
coughed in past dreams now dissipating
along barren horizons, where prosperity
once flourished and visions found a future waiting,
not running to hide behind another’s idea
of the perfect way
When at last, a friendly sun finds its peak
and hope is reborn, replenished hearts reach,
hands held high, not open and low,
hanging in lines, creating excuses,
taking, taking, unearned…
Promises echo and are held, common words,
Thoughts spoken, not disguised for popularity,
Strong words spoken in truth,
to matter once again, to be a man, a woman,
a child, proud with bright eyes and a destination,
regardless of color, blinded by opportunities,
wondering why hate still screams, loudly,
from near left alleys it bellows, chanting victims,
confused, ignorance is confusing
A new day comes, people will matter,
living will mean something,
difficult days lie ahead, but few…
the greatness will shine, the country will prosper,
and the forgiving will unite,
accepting those who can’t, but will
and we will be great again,
and proud to be who we are
Still some will linger in the offices of old,
faded ceiling tiles and paneled walls,
buying the lies at three times the price,
drinking the tainted kool aid,
following those who would lead them to the edge,
jumping because they are told
and blaming it on another….
Noon today means lunch, not free,
nothing is free, but it will taste so sweet,
not the bitter aftertaste we have grown use to,
something to be enjoyed,
nourishment that has been needed,
desired, waited for,
and it will be served proudly…
to everyone
Burning bodies, staring eyes.
Smoking chimneys, human cries.
Gas chambers for Jews to die.
Frozen corpses piled up high.
Electric wires inflicting pain.
Mass starvation, inhumane.
Old aged people, mental cases
Skin and bone with human faces.
Amputations, detrimental.
Unethical, experimental.
Too weak to stand, debilitated.
Left to die, emaciated.
Open graves deceased or not
Decomposing humans left to rot.
Undignified but freedoms there.
The stench of death was everywhere
Dentists practicing extractions
Gold fillings became distractions.
Unfed, unclothed, discrimination.
The master plan, extermination.
Eradication of a race.
Genocide, mankinds disgrace.
The Nazi party pursued their aim.
As the world averted eyes in shame.
10 / 15 / 2016.
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!
My fractured and wounded spirit has wandered off course.
I have relinquished everything to a disreputable source.
In the vessels holding pyres of sacrificial flames
are the ashes and cinders of prodigies without names.
All prospects and promises have culminated to an end.
The sum of production is reduced by a subtrahend.
A dilapidated castle results from wants unsatisfied.
A king is a vagabond with appearance undignified.
Greed and gullibility leaves an unsound foundation.
Adverse conditions have filled me with indignation.
Hopelessness and frustration render anyone with ennui.
Nobody hears the pleas for help coming from me.
If the future is deaf and blind from warnings by the past,
no dynasties and empires can be expected to last.
Addiction to what is believed nectar and ambrosia
can lead a crowned fool to a borderless dystopia.
Like drunk hicks playing with knives,
Sometimes more deadly than others
Wind-whip tornadoes are your lives
Getting cut never a matter of druthers
Two dust devils of the same mother
Cat house drama is how you like to play
Such undignified swatting and hissing
Did your mamma really raise you this way?
A means of leverage, whining and pissing
Threaten to walk, I won’t be missing
Gotta wonder if I'm watering flowers
Seems you choke my garden like weeds
The historical misuse of superpowers
Overly wound up toys that never heed
Predictably driven by unfilled needs
See, I know you well enough to get you
Your own blood you’re too happy to let
Just try not to let that weighty door hit you
When you quit with the idle threats
Guess there’s no traction in “forgive and forget”
Cut-and-paste train wreck I saw a mile away
Nothing new, easy to dodge the attack
Scant genius required to stay out of the way
Just have to make sure I don’t walk back
On this particular set of tracks
5/12/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
The shadows move in dreams of thought.
The days of when have now been sought.
The answers came not even taught.
As we lost the war we never fought.
With hearts of tattered shreds in doubt.
The pain and rain insane we shout.
In silent empty depths we tout.
Beliefs we know nothing about.
Somewhere along the way.
Justified undignified had it's say.
The beginning came, ya, what may.
It all ended up decided that day.
And now the clouded glow.
Emulates what we think we know.
Influences the director's show.
As the audience goes with the flow.
Repeat and rinse and repeat and rinse.
But dormant grass has grown ever since.
The meaning in my words I now mince.
As I wait for someone to convince.