Best Uninviting Poems

You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still...

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Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the...

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The power lines stretch across the sky
moonlight makes a shadowed place uninviting
as a blinking street light
has trouble making up it's mind
what's a daydream called if...

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perhappenchance

How a dog feels when his neutered
And the vet is undisputed
And the Shiela’s cut you dead 
with icy glaze

Coventry uninviting
Really not exciting
Hard eyes are a...

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Listen as the wind whispers
secrets of my lost past.
It howls at my melancholy miseries,
shrieks at my heinous sins,
warning me of a fatal future 
that is...

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 woodsy road
lined by skeletal trees....
foggy depth
               uninviting   ...

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I make the appointment all excited
for my feet look like my dads, uninviting.

I anxiously wait until the day of my arrival,
expecting...who-ha’s...claps...and grins.

None of this sort...

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Another crossroad.
Invalids weep when 
wearing another's
soiled diapers suddenly 
disappear.
In spite of the battered off-chance -
from a despondent interruption;
I'm the exposed exception.

Coarse fingers bleed.
My wheelchair spokes...

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When I came home, I saw what you had done. 
            Those funny sunflowers...

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Apathy’s Remedy
                    by Odin Roark

Some acknowledge...

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Threadbare, uninviting, almost claustrophobic,
And cold.  I could not afford heat.
I put on the lights and felt an icy solitude.
No home sweet home for me.
Would...

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Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me, 
shouted me over for a fight, I...

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...is what we see
Emotions are the weather of the mind
We live between peaks and troughs
The former breeds hubris with downfall built in
The latter deals with...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Its turn-of-the-century frame clad in rust

Sitting in the old attic’s dim lighting
It revived memories uninviting

Her dauntless spirit still seemed to...

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GOING     BACK



It  was not an endearing place, a storybook place
With little cottages and
Loaded fruit trees from which apples could be...

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