Best Ungratefulness Poems
BE GRATEFUL FOR ONCE
The sky never complain of no rain; her skin keeps shining.
Neither the soil complain of no water; her texture stands beautiful.
Other creatures are grateful to God except man;
Man, yes the desires of wanting everything;
kills the zeal of other creatures not to be grateful to their Creator.
Man, left the earth and owned houses under the water and the space.
The sky is angry because man occupies their ecosystem, planes vibration made the sky go deaf; smoking engines of planes blind the eyes of the sky.
Man wants to own everywhere.
Where do you want other creatures to stay and live?
man’s ungratefulness weakened the universe.
Be grateful for once,
You had good life others don’t have , yet you wouldn’t let less privilege be;
Considered those who have died and gone; some gone earlier than written,
I closed my eyes maybe I can see my kids and my wife, but see them not;
The desires to gathered what I don’t need, died in me.
Have you considered those who have nothing, yet happy? Gratefulness.
Look your day of death; your wealth will not hold you back;
In your grave where you laid, your ear gone stone dead. Your eyes blind sleep; you nose smells no more the fragrance of perfumes that cost fortunes;
As I looked back into my youthful age, I saw times of my ungratefulness ;
Found memories of the past, let tears down ; Oh my youthful age; why you don’t tell me the end of my beauty from the beginning?
Looking at my bone and my skin now; limited places I can go and no one lost after my beauty.
Be grateful for once.
Written:
Pastor Omojevwe Emmanuel
Categories:
ungratefulness, creation, encouraging, environment, poems,
Form:
Rhyme
Souls, beautiful souls, hidden
They shine lazily in the spotlight
At dusk fall, their luminosity is of hope
And our gauges of distress drop
Hearts, loving hearts, delicate
Filled with love enough for a few more
When broken by the heedless hands
They stoop, behind walls, gathering their patches
People, a caring people, friends
They came as strangers to impact this life
Their generosity is like soundless bells
One hand gives, the other blindfolded
Lights, lazy rights, glow
The light for a symbol of humble beings
Beings everyone prays for
They glow when you need them, and when you don’t
Just as carriers, blessings pass through them
Ungratefulness doesn’t hinder them
Delayed by giving, they would have been rich
I pray, for more into their basket of blessing
Earth has daughters, and you are one peculiar
Categories:
ungratefulness, appreciation, friendship, friendship love,
Form:
Free verse
I return my ungratefulness
for all your help and tenderness
that dwarf my potentials from incipient
and i here boast my lament
for you are the pilot of my lameness
a gift and a hope of darkness
the weather is now inclement
for my tall horns of incompetent
for all my walls are build with weakness
i should have known the gladness
of hard work, spend and be spent
but i trust in fig men for a tent
this is your legacy of unfruitfulness
for me to succeed after your likeness
but i reject you today and resillent
because in real world your name has no
reverent
Categories:
ungratefulness, depression,
Form:
Clerihew
PANAGIOTA CHRISTOPOULOU-ZALONI
Poetess, novelist, essayist, painter,
Editor of literary magazine KELAINO
e-mail: tzina@otenet.gr
Address: Zaloggou 16, 13231 Petroupoli-Athens-Greece
Haiku in English
of Mrs Panagiota Christopoulou-Zaloni
=======================
Poem and love
With scented thoughts
Holy Communion
*
Lyres are starting
Divinely are chanting
I feel so happy.
*
Pain and sorrow
Filled is the heart
Sigh of blood.
*
My white roses
Same with my sorrow
They are so faded.
*
The snow of your Soul
A shroud to your dignity
Was a destiny?
*
White violets
For Christ’s Resurrection
I bind with poetry.
*
In my happiness
The clouds falling piously
Became vowels
*
Nostalgia’s music
On the leaves of time
It is twisting.
*
Crumbs from your kisses
Mixed up with memories
I am gathering.
*
For the resurrection
Of the “substance”
Crash yours “ego”.
*
Fragrance of memories
In the leaves of your mind
Icons hand painted.
*
The train of your life
The road carved by love
Has passed away
*
Was demolished
The castle of my dreams
Without any reason
*
Stars of diamonds
In your apron tonight
Feel sentimental
*
The white pigeon
On the great horizon
Writes “Freedom”
*
The cruel masters,
Which are hard dominators,
We deny them all.
*
Pale from sorrow
Looks upon to my memories
The moon of my mind
*
They are planted
In children’s smiles now
Cartridges of machine – gun
*
Night of January
Behind the barbwire
I saw light of hope
*
Lights on the waters
The kisses are gleaming
The shore shines.
*
The wind and the mind
Sure for eternity
They are running
*
Fear at wide plains
Love’s nets were ruined
The birds homeless
*
Mine sacred cup
I feel with light from the moon
And burn incense
*
Ungratefulness
You wore me the sorrows
Stuck on my body
*
I think of writing
Thoughts and words
With another ink
*
Will search and find
A perfectly smiling ink
And a pen of joy
*
Every morning
At everlasting time
YOU, ME and LOVE
*
I fix the poem
Cream rose coloured
I offer it to you.
Categories:
ungratefulness,
Form:
Haiku
Be grateful to your creator
For he is your maker
Ungratefulness comes from
Selfishness and greediness
It is the spirit of arrogance and ignorance
It is the act of the devil
Ungrateful people are evil
Be grateful
Instead of being scornful
Only the fool hates to show appreciation
For his life is full of illusion
Categories:
ungratefulness, courage,
Form:
Alliteration
make
effort
overcome
life’s challenges
bend a little, pick out thorns from your way
Complaining is easy but not a solve
shirk the habit
stop the sulk
abhor
blame
God
does not
like rudeness
ungratefulness
He is known to help those who help themselves
Written on 07/11/2016
Categories:
ungratefulness, god, life,
Form:
Tetractys
Rolling tides where the dolphins chase sharks
holler rather than hark, we blew words
Cowboys round horses in dusty bowls
Their souls speak much but utter few words
Preach forgiveness, shame ungratefulness
But their hatefulness spews no true words
Swallow your pride, the tales you sung
Lies on your tongue, these hard to chew words
I've run out of plays and pantomimes;
Old metaphors and rhymes, find new words
Categories:
ungratefulness, poetry, words,
Form:
Ghazal
He told me “tell my son his father was a good man”, over and over.
He believed so I believed that the warmth of his last request would keep our hearts full until we
all meet again.
I hope heaven treats him kind; one of a kind that man.
On earth he was in mint condition; crisp as his shirt collar and smooth as silk sheets.
The only man of my dreams now exists there eternally.
In reality, my son’s much too young to know of death’s calling.
Besides, law abiding citizens shouldn't meet such misfortunes while the rest of the world frolics
in ungratefulness
Still as the world turns I will raise my fatherless child.
Categories:
ungratefulness, child, death, grief, heartbroken,
Form:
slivers of gold sifted out
glints of sunshine
cutting through clouds
only for moments
we traipse through thick thorny vines
grabbing around our ankles
each day falling into holes
of kids screaming
climbing jagged mountains
of bosses needing more
more of our thinly spread bodies,
minds, and spirits
wading through mud
thick mud of mortgages
sticky stinky car payment mud
vines wrapped around our neck
with sharp thorns
sharp marriage thorns of
selfishness and indifference
we whack away with our dull hatchets
as red despair and confusion
drip down our legs with each tiring step
then for a short moment
a piercing glimpse of sun and blue sky
the blue sky eyes of that little boy
made inside me
the sun dancing
on that sweet girls giggles
as she puts her short awkward funny
arms about my undeserving neck
those blue eyes of that boy
and giggles of that girl saving me
saving me every day from ungratefulness
the smell of her hair and warmth of his cheeks
pulling me up from the tangled mess
heap of indirection and self pity
for brief seconds a cool embrace
from the one who helped me make them
cold water embrace from the hope stream
quenching my parched self righteous lips
unsure when the glint of sunshine or
sliver of gold may revisit
Categories:
ungratefulness, sadme, blue, self, blue,
Form:
Free verse
Surprises don’t respect the season
The wind blows laughter off the face of her cheeks
The flavor of her deeds take a U-turn
Wholes of regrets crowd the surface of her smiles
Children demand time
With real parentage for continuation in unkind ways
The house falls apart and lives shame of ever being spawned from it
Attempts to iron out the twisted nature of affairs
Lead to untrained interpretations
She seems fine but has got a sour inside
Neighbors take a page to turn while she maintains
For the path she travels through seems rocky
And tarred with ungratefulness
Categories:
ungratefulness, absence, betrayal,
Form:
Ode
in the middle of the night,
i am here,
sat at the center of my bed,
where both of my hand lift close to my forehead.
i kneel down,
not because today is Sunday,
not because of the divine that I whisper,
but I am lost,
in my sins of ungratefulness,
in the world that I created,
I am lost.
and my tears drop.
I feel the warmness of my feelings,
the pain that i behold
and I am lost.
To the Lord,
I ask,
to put me in a cage,
where I am surrounded with strong,
where I am cuddling with brightness,
where I am crawling with rationality
and those tears drop heavily,
until I realized that I am not alone,
where I thought that I am lost,
I said Amen at the end of my burden,
I said Amen at the end of my prayer,
to Lord that always heard,
to Lord that always there,
so I will never feel the loneliness,
in this sphere of greediness .
Categories:
ungratefulness, religious,
Form:
Free verse
She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.
She has her bed and her own food,
Plus luxuries; she's insured!
She laps water like a Labrador,
Spits food that should be consumed.
She does not see her ungratefulness
Or defiance that’s been endured.
She stinks and sheds hair everywhere
Because she is seldom groomed.
She expects all undue service
Or she barks for two or three hours.
She scratches on doors, carpet and walls,
A stressful source since September.
She thinks she’s still a baby, but growls
Like a queen mother with powers.
She’s an animal but never considers
She is the worst family member.
She damages property, no remorse;
Her long leash is seldom held.
She gets little to no consequence
And accepts no good training.
She’s controlling and selfish; regularly,
Her stubbornness is unveiled.
She is on her way out the door;
I see much patience is waning.
She is a pet, a divorce mistake,
That owns her owner’s life;
She's a child who rejects rearing
Still using her parent’s good will.
She has everything and asks for more
Right after conjuring strife.
She is void of all things common
Hating her mother’s freedom and thrill.
She's thoughtless and disrespectful,
Boasting she does not care.
She hates school, authority figures
And those who disagree with her.
She takes few orders, can't keep work
And think that nothing is fair.
She feels her privileges are rights,
Inalienable; all should concur.
She's unhealthy, lazy, lethargic,
Except in her own ventures.
She's jealous of friends with other friends,
And her mother's true lover.
She's resisting rules and wanting to move
From the one she indentures.
She can't reach credit, college and cars
Alone where they hover.
She's the smallest thing in the house;
Yet, she makes the most noise.
She barks at the jingling keys,
Turning knobs and closing doors.
She struts from room to room
With arrogance, but no poise.
She runs in frantic circles;
With no guidance, she explores.
Categories:
ungratefulness, childhood, daughter, family, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Keep The Faith
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: January/2015
I jus
be damn
if I
stand around
and
watch you
have
a
Meltdown -
Stressing
over
someone
else's,
ungratefulness
and
selfishness -
No way!
Not when
you
have given
all
that
you have
to
give -
and
the
ones
that you
are
giving too,
take your
caring heart
for
granted.
And
they have
the
audacity
to
think that
they
can use
you -
Truth
is:
the
more you
give,
the
more
they want -
Yet
you keep
on
giving,
because
it's in
your
DNA -
I want you
to
know
that your
life
means more
to me,
than frowns
and
vacant stares,
jus cus
they
don't get
it -
I jus
be damn
if I
stand around
and
watch you
have
a
Meltdown -
Keep
your head
to
the sky -
faith and
hope
lives
inside you.
Hold on
to
the Hem
of
His Garment,
God,
will see
you
through -
Life
is
gonna
get better,
I
share
no
doubts -
Categories:
ungratefulness, courage, faith,
Form:
Verse
Ahoy! Lips muzzling down the drain
Minds trying to digest
The four stomachs try to churn the chime
As everything fills up
Filled with the scent of your lies
I vow to you and you alone
That I will give my heart to no other but you
No bones will bother your carcass
Nor no tears mock your cheeks
For I will give you what you deserve
Nothing less, everything more
Whose words are those Nyamathanga?? Eh!
Streams of tears fill the gullies of my cheeks
Fertile hearts eroded by your greed and ungratefulness
The warmness of the sun no longer sustains my soul
For all I can think is your lies
Only your lies Nyamathanga
I used to sleep like a madman
With smiles attacking my lips
Smiling in my dreams
But now I snore like a train
Because of you Nyamathanga
I have eyes, he has
I have a nose, he has
I have legs, he has
What makes him Ronaldo and me Gabadinho??
What makes him take my place in your heart?
Nyamathanga, you are the sorrow of my youth
I will never forget the day I opened you
Nor I forget the day I first kissed you
I remember very well
It was there in front of them
Oh! Yes, them the vendors
With ululations and whistles filling the atmosphere
As our lips parted
Categories:
ungratefulness, betrayal, freedom, girlfriend, irony,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Because She Craved the Very Best
by Michael R. Burch
Because she craved the very best,
he took her East, he took her West;
he took her where there were no wars
and brought her bright bouquets of stars,
the blush and fragrances of roses,
the hush an evening sky imposes,
moonbeams pale and garlands rare,
and golden combs to match her hair,
a nightingale to sing all night,
white wings, to let her soul take flight ...
She stabbed him with a poisoned sting
and as he lay there dying,
she screamed, "I wanted everything!"
and started crying.
Keywords/Tags: Rose, Roses, Flowers, Materialism, Possessions, Shallow, Shallowness, Greedy, Greediness, Desire, Lust, Craving, Cravings, Gift, Gifts, Gift-Giving, Ingratitude, Ungrateful, Ungratefulness, Pomp, Circumstance
What The Roses Don’t Say
by Michael R. Burch
Oblivious to love, the roses bloom
and never touch . . . They gather calm and still
to watch the busy insects swarm their leaves . . .
They sway, bemused . . . till rain falls with a chill
stark premonition: ice! . . . and then they twitch
in shock at every outrage . . . Soon they’ll blush
a paler scarlet, humbled in their beds,
for they’ll be naked; worse, their leaves will droop,
their petals quickly wither . . . Spindly thorns
are poor defense against the winter’s onslaught . . .
No, they are roses. Men should be afraid.
The Monarch’s Rose or The Hedgerow Rose
by Michael R. Burch
I lead you here to pluck this florid rose
still tethered to its post, a dreary mass
propped up to stiff attention, winsome-thorned
(what hand was ever daunted less to touch
such flame, in blatant disregard of all
but atavistic beauty)? Does this rose
not symbolize our love? But as I place
its emblem to your breast, how can this poem,
long centuries deflowered, not debase
all art, if merely genuine, but not
“original”? Love, how can reused words
though frailer than all petals, bent by air
to lovelier contortions, still persist,
defying even gravity? For here
beat Monarch’s wings: they rise on emptiness!
Categories:
ungratefulness, allusion, extended metaphor, girl,
Form:
Sonnet