Best Unfair Poems
Dangling on a string in his underwear
Looking ridiculous and without flair
Tempting fate on a simple silly dare
Without a hint of worry or a care
Blissfully too ignorant to beware
Lest he falls flat on his fat derriere
Can he be so dumb blindly unaware
So quickly thrills can mutate to a scare
Giggles quick to vanish into thin air
An evening of fun can turn to nightmare
I swear he hasn't got in hell a prayer
Someday somehow somewhere I do declare
I’ll throw up my arms in total despair
He's a lost cause of blatant laissez-faire
Can you believe our friend's a millionaire
Don't you agree that life is so unfair
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
My heart was bruised
I was simply shocked
Dragged through dirt and abused
I had opened my door and left it unlocked
I had been betrayed
Abandoned and left to rot in the shade
Watched as slowly I decayed
How could this be happening to me
What ever happened to destiny
And the mere probability
I was falsely accused
Didn’t know why I was brutally mocked
There should have been no reason to be afraid
Leaving but a scar and the mystery of empathy
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on November 2, 2018 for contest FRAGMENTED RHYME NOVEMBER 2018 WRITING CHALLENGE sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 2ND
A figure of joy
Disrupted during the lesson
Nothing can compete
Heartbreak and destruction find him
And he does not deserve it
A smile was always printed on his papers
But his pages have turned to dust
Shed a tear!
And comfort with compassion and respect!
Glass is always fragile
Our hearts break with his
And he does not deserve it
Worthless the money and miles
Why!?
Distance is irrelevant
We all sympathize
Please, don’t say
It was for the best, or this was meant to be
YOU have no knowledge
Of the loss of a guardian
My friend, a dear friend
He knows
And he does not deserve it
Because I have been let down
Because I have been hurt
Because I have walked empty streets in my town
Because to me he’s been curt
I’ve made up my mind to move on
To save my face
To switch off my phone
His memories to efface
Starting all over again
Washing away the sorrow in which I drown
Pining in vain
A new romance to grace the crown
I deserve in all fairness
To hold back tears that from my eyes roll
As I feed on a tasteless meal of sadness
Wrong advice brought about my fall
From grace in disgrace that hurts so bad
Still I love him
Although he drives me mad
Because he’s been so mean
To feed me on humble pie
Wrecking my pride
With a blue lie
That flattery can no longer hide
Making me wonder
Why I should love again
If all I reap is thunder
In a rather unfair bargain
That aches, bakes and shakes
My belief
That wakes
Up when from my life bolts for good a love thief.
Tell me why I heard someone once say that we were all equal regardless of race.
But every time I turn on the T.V. I see people getting shot up all over the place.
Black, white, red, and mixed aren't we all supposed to be treated the same?
It's a disgrace that the people who are supposed to make you feel safe are the ones shooting you dead ass in the face.
Hands up please don't shoot me but that don't seem to matter.
When I ask why this stuff happens they just look at me like excuse me did I stutter?
So tell me why all this happens and yet we get no ing justice.
How many more bodies will it take?
How many more sons, brothers, fathers, uncles, and nephews?
How much more bloodshed?
How many more people who can't breathe?
How many more cops being put on administrative leave?
How many more names?
How many more hashtags?
How many more questions do I have to ask?
How much louder does my voice have to go?
Or what, because I am a black girl no one should listen?
Unfair Calories
Chocolate cake,
can be eaten fast or slow.
Depends on who,
is at the end of the fork.
But I tell you true,
there is a thing that happens,
to... a... few.
They are taken to better places,
where cake rules, and mountains of icing...
are skied upon while laughing to music,
yet written down.
They are shown that sweetness,
like love must be enjoyed,
relished like flowers in spring,
strawberries in summer,
or ice-cream in fall.
The only defense to the delightful dangers,
a friend that is willing to walk,
and diet with you.
Not a short path,
but a long and enduring adventure.
At the end of which there is always to be,
a celebration of winning;
taste without temptation,
tempted, but not lost,
saved, by a loved one,
from the personal cost.
You are worth everything,
your value unmatched,
unmeasured,
but true.
As I pick through the cupboard and rattle each tin,
Was that a moist squeak? No, it couldn't have been.
Now I open the can as I'm preparing to savor,
the tortoise aroma and the four legged flavor.
Then I turn the can over and what's flying out?
" No! It can't be alive!": I start with a shout.
He's down in my soup, in his progeny's platter.
His beak might be sharp. My teeth start to chatter.
I turn for my spoon and prepare a good whack,
He pops up and spits his cold soup on my back.
I attempt to engage as I swirl through his space,
when he surfaces quick and spews goo in my face.
On and on, it played out with me banging and flailing.
I finally gave up on this squirt gun. I'm wailing!
Don't sneer or condemn me as one callow coward.
Didn't this happen once to a Stooge-Curley Howard?
I'm a soft and fluffy kitten,
I can't go outside of my home.
Mistress says there's too much danger,
I'm not to be allowed to roam.
I can't go outside of my home.
Sitting at the window yearning
I'm not to be allowed to roam.
Watching the butterflies so free
Sitting at my window yearning,
Mistress says there's too much danger.
Watching the butterflies so free
I'm a soft and fluffy kitten.
Written 2/29/2016
yes indeed life is not fair
why would the end be any different
we lose the people we love most
it breaks our heart and
shatters it in a million pieces
oh what a void it leaves
only the good die young
imagine if death was fair
some kind of logical exit strategy
we could wrap our head around
something we could accept
at least vaguely understand
but that will never be
oh no ~ only the good die young
while others freely roam the earth
miserly bitter in their quest
inciting strife at every chance
their itty bitty shriveled hearts
at home sitting on a shelf
soaking in formaldehyde
oh yes ~ only the good die young
what a waste and somehow
we have to bite our tongue
we have to grin and bear it
live with the injustice of it all
maybe even find meaning
it’s just the way it is
and not about to change
Read on air by invitation ~ May 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 2nd place 2022
May I humbly say a word
Why you make my life so hard
Though I pray for your mercy
Never you send returns I see
Is it not quite unfair my Lord
Life is Just Unfair
You didn’t think I knew
But I felt you pull away
It is not the first time
I tried to hide dismay
It started some time ago
And I was hoping it would end
But I need to face the truth
And hope my heart will mend
You have found another
And it hurts more than I can say
But time will tell the story
And I believe you’ll rue the day
Yes I will let you go
To hold on would not be smart
You have to find the truth
Even if it breaks my heart.
Now I have to wonder
Will I ever get over you?
I don’t have the answers
They are sparse and very few
But I will mark it down
And write it with great care
In the book of my life story
A new chapter…” life Is Just Unfair”
Connie Moore
4/4/14
A system that pushes,
The boundary of memory,
Left me feeling useless,
With a future of drudgery,
Started off confused,
Not knowing a direct path,
Defeated and abused,
Sorted in the rough,
Initiative gathered as junctures passed,
Self-education, knowledge compounds,
Passion factored, failures do not last,
Reaching aspiration, a purpose profound,
Life follows no curriculum nor itinerary,
Perseverance and patience are life's best referee.
Life is Unfair
Yes life seems unfair
But, you can roll with the punches, or get knocked down
Life is unfair
but if everything came easy, how could you know to appreciate anything
Life is unfair
You have to fight for what you want
But it does make you stronger
Life is unfair
Trials and tribulations come, not to discourage us, but to mold us
Life Is unfair
It wasn’t designed to be easy, but with many obstacles
Life is unfair
Road blocks, blocking our paths, but maybe God is telling us to take a detour,
He knows what is best for us
Life is unfair
Don’t let it get you down
Fight your way through
Struggle is for a little while
Victory is on it's way
And joy is forever
Life’s Unfair
A husband and wife grow old together
You think and hope it will last forever
When you hear of children getting hurt
You hope it’s only a little fall in the dirt
So many accidents happen because of a drunk driver
Why is the drunk the only survivor
Parents hurt the children they love
Men hurt the women they should love
Some rich and famous do wrong and get a pass
Up and up goes the price for gas
The elderly get mugged and beat
Some people are hurt and left lying in the street
Women and children are molested
Children that are not protected
Men that are considered a deadbeat
People that are forced to live on the street
Children that are terribly ill
Parents can’t pay the bill
So much more of life is unfair
Lots of people that don’t care
She raised her hand to her mouth,
and the phone crashed to the floor.
Her hands shook as she grabbed her keys
and headed for the door.
On the open road she panicked.
How could this be real?
She pondered so many questions,
while behind the wheel.
She pulled up beside the scene,
just a few blocks from her home.
Her jaw dropped as she scanned the area,
He was lying there all alone.
She sat down beside him,
placed his head upon her lap.
She looked up to the heavens,
as if looking at a map.
Blood trickled from his forehead,
his eyes vacant, no longer bold.
His body lie in her arms,
lifeless and so cold.
The police, they came to tell her,
it was time to leave.
But all she could do was watch his chest,
wishing he would breathe.
She was informed of the cause,
of this horrific act.
Her son had been driving under the influence,
this was a known fact.
After all the speeches she had given,
“Call a cab, or stay over night”
or, “I’ll pick you up anytime”
None of this seemed to be quite right.
His sister left without a brother,
His father without a son.
Please take a good hard look,
At what drinking & driving has done.