Best Unfitting Poems

Her smile is unfit, as it illuminates beyond the masses,
a misfit in a world of hollow and half-hearted expressions,
The connection to comeliness, its source, not here –in there, away from the 
world, but evident to all in it,
It doesn’t fit; I don’t want it to,...

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Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes

Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.

Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...

Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though...

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To the Newtown Children

A poet cries with broken heart

Look thine hearts be washen clean with death,
God knows how hastily can be
By an unfitting goodly young man
Become just another evil’s killer.
Take thou no mean of life
That so tenderly and small
Arranged now along that cold room
Where a...

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I have nothing to lose, by submitting.
My poems aren't perfect, I'm admitting.
A crime of bad rhymes, I'm committing.
A disease of word misuse, I'm transmitting.
I try to be hard-hitting, but my diction is unfitting.
There are times I feel like quitting,
Then a gem is born, after some...

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Who’s right is it to tell us it is bad?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is wrong?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is disgraceful?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is improper?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is...

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Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel
sip coffee, listen to blues 
 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel
Live in a brick house, build a picket fence
 and watch the good neighbors stroll by 

Cause he’s something to look at
Can pick...

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Here I am wordless again
with pages left unwritten 
still void of the stories end
straining for a sound no ear can listen

It's not that I have no choice
for every chapter has a dawn
an optimist, I find my voice
yet my tongue gets lost in the writers wrong

A...

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Angelyn is my name, you know 
that already
Beside my looks and what you 
hear and see
Do you really know who I am and 
what I wanted to be?
Perhaps not... so don't judge me 
easily!

Outwardly, I may be sound and 
look unfitting
Let's accept the fact, there's...

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When the 21st century stepped into its third decade, the major tone of the world sharply switched. Internecine confrontation, cartelism and calumniation snaffled the high pitch, while comprehension, cooperation and cosmopolitanism, like ill-adapting burdens and nuisances, are inexorably pitched out of the era's finickier and...

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Spartan are the white walls were once hung draperies
And things papered, paneled, plastered...
Yet, 'tis so no more. 
Now all is white and wan and sickly, 
And the ghostly shadows of the accoutrements and impedimenta that once 
Gaily festooned this quartet of walls, they are all...

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Fruit Soup

The prize is a sackful of loot
Just write me an ode about fruit
The rules will be binding and strict
No cheating for I wont be tricked

You may deem it rather unfitting
I’m judging and I won’t be quitting
So don’t sit and moan, groan or whinge
Or say...

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(written for JP)

I wish I could talk of my thoughts all-outly 
To a sincere soul, gracious, and comely; 
One's sympathy doesn't count so much 
If my sentiments can't get through one's heart. 

No one would listen or has the time 
Each has its own concerns...

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As a lactose intolerant
     cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
     ("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
     I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
    ...

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Tug of war,
Between hurricanes and tornadoes of raging emotions,
To where i belong i know not,
To the shadow of sadness,
Or a camouflaged version,
A generic kind of happiness.
Once lost, now a resident in no man's land...

Cutting all ties, between the heart and mind,
This pain i can bare,
But...

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She came in, alright
In the still void of the night;
A stillness only raped by the resonance of her loosely fluttering nightie
Mercilessly thrashed by the whistling wind; wintry as it wafts on lightly,
Transmuting the skin sallow
Yet, she came in …Poised, but fallow;
Graceful but uncultivated, like two...

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