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, to make repulsive beauty to compel
compatibility, not I
Let this oddity rivaled by no other be with no other,
Exposed for all its imperfections, her smile is faultless in its reflection,
Wrought in purity, her smile is unfitting, this world has no place for it, unable
to comprehend, it only tolerates it -though in her smile, I extol
Her smile is not right, it’s wrong -it’s so wrong!
In a world where good is bad, dishonesty is rewarded, and
obnoxious behavior celebrated,
Her smile is not harmonious, nor is it congruent in this,
the space it finds itself
So much for honesty and charm I guess, but her smile is laced with both,
as it exudes outward in the form of facial light,
Shining in a world hidden behind shaded lens,
Though in my heart there’s connection, interpretation, processing,
Her smile and my heart intertwine in a mesmeric negotiation, a tacit form of
photosynthesis as her smile sustains and quickens the tempo of its beneficiary
Her smile is tragic, a tragedy unseen since the demise of young love in Verona,
A beautiful tragedy: a flower’s last bloom before death; the serenity in the eye
of a deadly storm; life lost to save another; pure love given yet not returned
-so tragic,
Tragic, there is no pedestal high enough to place her smile on,
So tragic, the sum of all the world’s beauty is soundly out match by her smile,
Tragic, the smile I see, isn’t seen by all,
So tragic, at best, this turned about world will only ever squint in its presence,
Tragic, her smile is so unique; therefore one of a kind, meaning sadly no
replica exists,
So tragic, my angst at my heart’s inability to arrest her smile’s every beam of
light, at best exhibits my selfishness,
Tragic, my definition of you -I mean...her smile…counts for so very little
Written in Afghanistan -28 JUL 2013
Categories:
unfitting, how i feel, i
Form:
Free verse
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 high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
Categories:
unfitting, faithslavery,
Form:
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 diligent editing.
Categories:
unfitting, poetry,
Form:
Monorhyme
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 hundred of parents
Like you and I look on poor children that thou think:
One day they shall be a doctor or a thinker like us.
To understand really why the hungry death
Has to do for their final journey in front of this sickness?
O, children! American children! My children!
I warn thee in all my heart and soul
That could not happen so earlier on life
And where thou cast the peace and saint in the kindness of grace
Take care of them from danger, thou take for a leaf
And makes my heart bleeding every one like us become angry
How in this heavenly nation this massive fate could occur?
Hold me fast in thine embrace God,
Where my despair cannot be silenced,
Let you and me and everyone else to knee and cross
Our fingers against our chest and pray for them,
Give them, Lord, thy blessing give,
Pray for them and mother as well,
And I shall finish this poem with trembled
Fingers and tears cascading over this bloody
Sheet as an awaken wind has just blown it from me.
Categories:
unfitting, allegory, angel, business, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
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 line out of place
a paragraph unfitting
when the substance of words
still come up missing
Tide of life you rise like a mighty sea
crashing your waves in a rhythm
nearly crushing me
but for my pen, a stories musician
Rewriting the lyrics time and again
yet the melody is constant
as stars which have fallen
yet the sky is not condemned
For heaven still is heaven
and Saturn is not gone though it loses it's ring
be it peculiar without question
becomes a storehouse if only remembered things
Lose what we lose and give what we may give
we are still the same.
The picture changes over time,
yet our melody is etched in the frame.
And yet the words stay locked behind
the door of patience ordered by time
A story held a wordless wonder
I hold only my key sung in rhyme
Let me not be reckless of my words and my worlds
for the sake of a stories end that ought
be not just a song but a symphonic pearl
a heaven that can never be lost
Categories:
unfitting, analogy, future, journey, love,
Form:
Rhyme
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 unfitting?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is inopportune?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is troubled?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is hopeless?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is indecent?
Who’s right is it to tell us it is unethical
Why do people think they have the right to tell someone how to live?
Why do people think they have the right to tell someone they are wrong?
Why do people think they have the right to tell someone anything?
The human race was created with an ability no other animal has.
We as humans have the ability and honor of having independence.
Freedom to live our lives how we want with no restrictions.
To do what we want when we want.
All other animals are bound to their owners and mother nature.
So why are humans trying to take that away from each ourselves?
If that’s gone what is left?
We decide out fate.
We decide what we want.
We decide what we do.
We decide.
not you
-K
Categories:
unfitting, dark,
Form:
Free verse
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 finickier register.
The last 4 years, principally accountable for the bend toward such trend, has a clear pattern.
Since the moment that pussy-grabber grabbed the oval office through foreign fix, everything seemed to have been predetermined.
Needless to argue: just as a train steering along its normal route suddenly swerved into an appalling aberration under multiple symptoms of systematic failure, poped up a chain of bizzare behaviors: a row of willful withdrawals from multiple international organizations and treaties, barefaced dunning over allies for protection fees, capricious veer of trade vanes highlighting haphasard jitters of tariff rates toward countries of utterly different natures and qualities, pussyfooting pace toward putin and patronizing pose before pals as well as other unpredictable hitches and glitches in the making and implementation of policies or even nondescript whimsical whistles that had perplexed many politicians, publicists and observers who believe U.S to have relapsed into isolationism, that is, paying more attentions to or becoming exclusively occupied in its own business with less or without interventions or concerns upon external matters. Many uttered criticism over this phlegmatic position, pointing out it was the isolationism that had connived at the fascist aggrandizement and caused the inadequacy of vigilance in the pearl harbor incident before it finally gave way to requisite engagement. But I have to say the wording of isolationism is simply unfitting nowadays. One can prove this by drawing a comparison between the degree of globalization of recent times and that before world war 2. As we take a glimpse back to the period around 1940, we can find that oversea entities and links were relatively meagre and the corresponding influence and leverage upon other countries relatively negligible. At that time, pursuing isolationism was more or less of a certain venial aspect.
Categories:
unfitting, america, international, introspection, political,
Form:
Prose
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 no
perfect humanbeing
I have my flaws, imperfections
and wishful thinking
But deep inside my heart, I'm
compassionate and loving.
My true identity, the real me...
isn't hard to define
I don't pretend coz its hard to
wear shoes that aren't mine
What you see is what you get, just
read between the line
Unfortunately not everyone will
get it...but that's fine.
Even sometimes I am judge and
misunderstood
I'm trying my best to make sense,
be productive, to be good
To be nice, to be honest and be
myself whatever my mood
Struggling to make both ends
meet... I wish I could
Only God knows my struggles and
all I've given and taken
Problems do come and go for us
to be shaken
No matter what happens, I'll face
each day with a smile
My faith is strong, someday I can
reach a thousand mile.
Categories:
unfitting, self
Form:
ABC
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 what could ever emerge or stem from deprivation,
Depriving the one substantial thing that makes us human;
A dictating heart, the given right to blindly lead...
You're bad for me and i know,
I've been in this boat and it sunk,
But i have forgotten how to live life without you,
Maybe that is the fear,
Oh yes, yes it is...
But how do i live and love a stranger,
A stranger resembling someone i once knew and loved,
Life has become too bewildering for a man like i,
I'm inside an eternal maze made up of unfitting puzzles,
Define perplexed...
Eavesdropping on conversations between the heart and soul,
Just to get by,
Living on confusion and comforted by far fetched hope,
Will anything ever even come close to being the same.
Do i still know what it feels like...
These things we bring upon ourselves i tell you,
Living a life of lies i guess,
That's the way it goes nowadays,
But how do we deny what our hearts, without reluctance, refuse to reject?
Categories:
unfitting, break up, change, depression,
Form:
Free verse
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 nothing rhymes with orange
It’s likely the winner will plan it
And include something like pomegranate
And then without being obscene
He’ll win with one word... aubergine
19 January 2019
For Rhyme Battle XII Contest
Sponsor Juli- Michelle
Categories:
unfitting, fruit, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
(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 in mind
That I prefer to keep the pain within myself
Lest being responded with prejudice.
For sometime now I felt trodden and reduced
To bear the rudeness and verbal abuse.
True love is vain if perceived unfitting
One's very best is but nothing.
What are they proud of? What have they owned?
Are not but framed citations in a silent room?
They boast achievements against the aspects that I failed
They have ignored the value of a love so real.
There is not one who shares my views
I guess, not until my life is through
If justice is given to me when I'm gone,
Then I chose now the quickest for things be done.
I conspired with the dawn on my disheartening
I don't care at all what the new day would bring
Or to intend to scribble an apology
For not bidding goodbye the subtle way…
Date & Time of Writing:
May 11, 2012
10:20 a.m. - 11:02 a.m.
the last stanza of the above poem was the only part of the article that came into my mind as we were on the way to the wake of my wife's nephew but i never had the intention of writing those lines to make a poem. Until last night that I had a dream having a passive conversation of the departed. In that dream was a casual conversation with him as if the whole fateful episode was a slight matter and as if he was very much alive relating to me of his frustrations that led him to the execution of his dark plan. I've been late to start my day today and had become oblivious of the dream until to my surprise that the first customer to walk-in posed a very strong resemblance to the departed. Then little by little lines came into my mind to start the writing of this poem... maybe a message should be told..I honestly don't know. Sorry...
Categories:
unfitting, depression, suicide, dream, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
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 contrasting auras
Forged into that one chief essence that wriggles the finest floras
Into a verdantly scented existence;
That which enriches mankind’s olfactory empiricism. Hence,
Has my soul been charmed, and shall be spoiled for days.
An anomaly, not for my regal ways-
An imperial blood craving eternal confluence with turbid waters;
I’m a Prince in love with one of the peasant farmer’s daughters.
An unfitting art crafted by Gaea…
But like my soul itched for, she came in…
Elegantly writhing her way to share with me under my bedding
And we danced the night away, aired with Sayer.
Categories:
unfitting, august, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
My love
so you have a history
has the past then written it indelibly
all things you think you should be
you respond to all those things
conglomerate
with all the things you think you perceive
And the world does not equate
nor does it equal your tears
or measure your pain
look around you my love
tell me
is your laughter echoing in the world
when does the world touch
or appreciate the heights you have reached
Yes in sorrow you could
if you wish
forever weep
Ah, my love
I have seen you dance
I have watched you reach beyond
and struggle to be above
seen your spirit soar
and witnessed your gratitude
in eyes filled with tears
and lips brimming with smiles
Does the world now hammer you
into some unfitting and peculiar mold
are all those sad things now chiseled into stone
are they carved within you
have they hung their scarecrows in your soul
for the emptying of your heart
and do you fall prostrate before them
a victim
ah, my love
your unrecognized heroism makes you more than that
So you have a history
a life time of doubts and courageous I wanna be's
so the disappointments of all your expectations
never proved to you what you wanted them to be
so you tried and failed
you never knew you would succeed
and still the misappropriation of your intentions
seemed incongruent to your destiny
Is it then by mishap and mischance
that your life at times is defined by happy
has it not held you so close
to all those things you dreamed would be
did you loose them
or live them
within time and its passing scenery
does it matter now
did it matter then
or at any other point at which you choose to begin
each day to redefine your purpose and meaning
So my love
you have a history
and all its weight of yesterday
may drag with you into tomorrow
a typewritten record in your memory
can be depicting your triumphs
or be the tales of your sometime sad regret
does it really matter that it doesn't have any effect
upon this story in writing
this ever changing moment of your living
did you unwittingly forget
all you have today
Categories:
unfitting, today,
Form:
Free verse
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
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
pussy riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye coon
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic happy ending!
Categories:
unfitting, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
The Day you came to his life as sparkle sunshine…
He had one more day to cherish it with wine…
From the day of your existence he was always there for you…
Just he wanted you to bloom and make him proud too…
In the society he never intended to put limit on your proclivity…
But he knew the cruel color of the people in the vicinity…
Don’t come to the conclusion about him as a man bad…
Even his heart skipped the “beat” when you called him dad….
He slogs to draw up your beautiful fate…
Don’t be devoid of feeling & burn that hate…
Don’t weigh up him with someone by your side….
Else his soul may run away so far & hide….
Put down him with tenderness as you never did it before…
He will take wing & smile in the heart deep core....
It’s unfitting, what you call as "My Choice"....
Still he won't double back & be your voice....
By - (Gautam)
17th April 2015
Categories:
unfitting, dad, daughter, hate, love,
Form:
Rhyme Royal