Best Unjustified Poems
Miracles Cannot Happen
The laws of nature cannot be violated
and for this Miracles do not occur.
At best they’re simply coincidences,
Interpretations, often a bit of a blur.
Belief in Miracles are somewhat unjustified,
Miracles always perceived as positive.
Supernatural or of deity contrived,
Miraculous paradox, I sadly misgive.
All is explainable, no matter how complex,
Miracles require “extraordinary evidence.”
For this reason, they cannot happen,
Defying the laws of nature is nonsense.
The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling
The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in
I snapped out of the life I was leading
Amongst the absorbing pages
Of a well written book
With my space saved and novel snapped shut
I arose to meet the weary traveler
At the threshold of my hut
There before me was an empty meadow
It's vastness leading to my oppressor's home
I live here
I am my own oppressor
I burden myself with
Great weights of unjustified restraints
I use unused corners
To keep my quiet complaints
I am well aware of my inabilities
To cut myself some slack
I speak poorly of myself
Behind my own back
Never the less I yell
Demanding a presence to be shown
After several minutes filled with
Absolutely nothing at all
A second weary traveler crinkles
As it somersaults by my feet
Tricked by a tumbling leaf
There is no one out here for me to meet
The melted basil plants
Have returned to the ground
From which they have came
Once formidable weeds
Are now all laying lame
Once fruitful tomato vines
Are now blackened with
Nobody but the frost to blame
The land is ripe for winter to claim
There is no one out here
Nobody but my oppressor
Who demands I retreat inside
I revisit the position
I held in my large armed chair
Easily returning to where I left off
With no acknowledgment
To the bookmarks job well done
No appreciation to it's
Silent steadfast work
Trapped through the ages
A life pressed between the pages
It is here I will remain
Free from the steady glare
Of my all consuming oppressor
Free from time restraints
Free from reality
Free from idiosyncrasies
Free from the world
In which my position is unclear
It is here I will remain
Till my eyes fall heavy
The last page is turned
Or I'm disturbed by my next imaginary guest
3/5/18
"The Church"
A wooden door clicks
open
To the beginning of
a southern spiritual
The newbie feels
depleted and empty
It is the reason why
she came
Her acceptance is
immediate
She is given a few
sheets of music
Worn down by others
who need them not
these days
They slide in the
pews and begin to
ride the wave
Of vocal unity
coming their way
Singing
quintessential love
for the lord
Flowing a strength
that never grows
tired
She see a person
with palms extended
Telling her "Take my
hand, become a
witness"
Everybody sings for
all their worth
And together spirits
do rise!
In sanctity and
emotion they are
here to contribute
So she does all the
same
The next passage
leads into a
wonderful Gospelous
glory
A song evolved from
the old days of
slavery
And the
sharecroppers who
thought less of them
Unjustified though
it was to keep
people down
Belief and
acceptance would be
among the church
goers
Welcoming anyone in
need
She starts to feel
better
Resting assured of
her day redeemed
Reconciliation for
old times has come
As everybody will be
shown deliverance
from evil
In this chapel there
is growth and
understanding
A community born and
linked one note at a
time
Progress and
togetherness
remembered every
Sunday
We must never let
our brethren forget
was spoken from
behind
She agreed with an
outward
wholeheartedness
"For here I am to
worship!" The new
comer sang her
praise
And the priest, he
said "Amen!"
I SALUTE THEE,OH MY GREAT SENSE,
YES MY SENSE OF FORGIVENESS,
IN FURY AND PAIN,IN INNOCENCE AND TRUTH,
I HAVE FORGIVEN THEE,
IN THE ART OF RESPECT AND IN THE HOPE OF HEALING,
I HAVE FORGIVEN ,
JOURNEYING THROUGH INDIFFERENCE,HATRED AND OVERBEARING
INSOLENCE,I HAVE FACED,HOPED AND EVEN FEARED FOR MY SPRING TO
COME,
I HAVE SEALED MY LIPS IN DEEP SILENCE AND WAITED SECRETLY,
I HAVE SUFFERED QUITELY,
I HAVE SEARCHED ENDLESSLY,
I HAVE STAYED FRIGID AND COLD JUST BECAUSE I REFUSE TO BREAK,
REFUSE TO YEILD TO THE CRUEL AND UNJUSTIFIED CHAINS OF THE
VICIOUS CIRCLE THAT SURROUND ME,
I STAND ALONE,
FACING ALL,EVEN IN THE MIDST OF THE UNCONCIOUS GLOOM AND COLD
DEFEAT,
HATING ALL,BUT SMILING,
YES INSANITY BUT BEING ALIVE,
I REMEMBER THOSE DARK NIGHTS CLOUDED WITH HAUNTING FEARS,
WHEN I CRIED LIKE AN ANGEL,
AND GOD ANSWERED MY PRAYERS,
I COULD FEEL A LIGHT BURNING INSIDE ME THEN,
YES A LIGHT OF WISDOM AND FAITH,
I KNEW THEN AS I PAINFULLY AND WITH DIFFICULTY UNDERSTAND NOW,
THAT TO REACH MY HEAVEN I REALLY HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCIES
THAT THIS MORTAL NATURE OF MAN DISPALYES UPON ME,
I WILL HAVE TO FIGHT,FACE AND SOMETIMES HEAR,
THE DECEIT,THE INJUSTICES,THE JEALOUSIES,
THE CORRUPTION OF TRUTH,
AND I WILL LIVE THROUGH EVERYTHING,
I HAVE LEARNED TO FORGIVE THE BITTERNESS IN LIFE,
I SAVE MYSELF FROM DEFEAT,
I KNOW I WILL SURVIVE TO REACH THE BEST,
BECAUSE GOD WHISPERS HOPE INSIDE OF ME,
COURAGE TOO,THAT IS MY PRIDED SHIELD.
Blackened cubes of naturality stomache across the pains of a million screaming faces
Crushed by the weight of two ton pound horsehell and drowned in the unthoughtfulness of the moon's cruel disregard towards the emotions of the ground-up grime of the Earth.
Her circular orbit brings punishment towards the agony and despair of crying mothers
Wailing and screaming all day but her arrogance mutes all.
Selfish. Unjustified. No one hears the cries of undeserved gnashing and torture
Day after day, she slams and beats down her unrelenting eternal rage upon them.
Nothing to save them. Nothing can fire bring upon their release.
The Earth is temporary. The Moon is forever.
Even after the fire she will continue on in her rage. The sources forced to suffer
her eternal beatings even after the rest of time and time on again.
Screaming and crying and grieving for the rest of eternity.
No death. Just the sweet eternal bliss of immortality.
(Originally Written 3/21/2019)
Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking
Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.
Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
God Bless.
I'm so fed up with your wild accusations
Over the top ridiculous speculations
I don't have a secret life on this poetry site
So no need to creep my page day and night
I enjoy leaving comments on others poems
While you grimace until your mouth foams
I'm not cyber cheating through soup mail
Stop taking righteous gulps from the holy grail
So many poems profess my undying love to you
Unjustified is the turmoil your putting me through
Get some confidence, grow a backbone or two
For your insecurities are not becoming on you
Your thinking borders on paranoia, it's alarming
While your indignation's are disturbingly disarming
Are you clinically depressed, bi-polar or doing drugs
Your invisible knife is raised while giving me hugs
Don't want my friends husbands, co-workers or neighbor
You thinking that causes me more pain then being in labor
You think I'll sleep with anyone that gives me attention
Damage YOU done to my psyche is beyond comprehension
No man will ever love me, I'm just a plaything your said
I'm aghast that these thoughts are even in your head
It's the accuser who's usually doing the transgression
Punishing others for their own sins, a sick oppression
How can you say you love me, yet think the absolute worst
The eggshells are no longer cracking, they are ready to burst
My patience is withered, I'm furious and stressed to my core
This mental abuse is killing me I won't tolerate this no more!
"Sometimes walking away has nothing do with weakness, and everything to do with strength. We walk away not because we want others to realize our worth and value, but because we finally realize our own." ~ Robert Tew
Blames and allegations
Conceited self-admiration
Habitual fabrications
Never ending Justifications
Maligning reputations
Backbiting and deceptions
Derogatory manifestations
Avoiding responsibilities, remembering dispensations
Friendships and betrayals
Unjustified humiliations
Killing exasperations
………………………..
This needs proper clarifications
We need moral and ethical upgradation
Focus and proper determination
Instead of shortcuts and distractions
This world is one and we have beautiful relations
Empathising and developing patience
What we are is our creation
Education inspires aspiration
Life is a pledge, we are not on vacation
Race is not just about directions
4/3/2019
"Dead Star Compass"
When you’ve lost
your entire world
and there’s no return,
you either fold your cards
or join the Legion.
we fought
on the front lines.
the Normals said
we were on a suicide mission;
not so, more like we joined
to feel something,
Human.
even
if it was
through
the fire of
others' pain.
those who thought
they weren’t lost,
had just lost their world,
without warning -
or so they thought,
in the blinding pitch
of those ignoble
and damaged
war torn dark night
dire days.
crying tears
of blood
for the loss
of their abducted
innocent children
let's not forget,
the petrified childhoods
they’d lost themselves,
without mercy,
to the unjustified unjust.
there was a place for
displaced perspective.
how shall I put it?
there came to those,
who were
poetically
disassociating,
in that terrible time,
the chronicles
of those long strung out
lost wasted days -
a unique
frame of reference
some might say,
an intuitive inner voice
commanding ghosts,
those surviving discards
covered in visible
and invisible bruises,
a strange need
to put on the armour of
an oddly solitary,
idiosyncratic, and
quite unexpected -
spiritual union?
Inside what remained
of the human heart,
the magnetised poles
like a compass spinning
revolutionary,
unexplained and fast -
hypnotised us,
the tainted discards,
supernaturally North,
towards that which
was long considered
a lost,
dead star.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
It continues to befuddle my inquisitive mind
why many of you have attacked and maligned
vaccines, and have decided to become aligned
with other naysayers. Are you physically blind?
It's not amusing when false dogma spreads terror
Your claims are outrageous and uttered in error
Open your eyes to the truth, and be a torchbearer
instead of creating hysteria as a rankled despairer.
I'm not suggesting you wear rose-colored shades,
but stop throwing darts at hearts and live grenades
at those fighting for the right cause in the crusades.
Life or death is not a game to play like charades.
I wonder how you'd feel if one you loved had died
for refusing to allow a needle to pierce their hide.
Would you admit your theories had been cockeyed
or pig-headedly insist, "Vaccinations are unjustified."
Remove the cloth binding your eyes. Set yourself free
of lies sweetened with rhetoric, so we all might be
safer in a world that's not destined for its apogee.
Listen, if you refuse to see. Please consider this plea.
October 5, 2021
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When you look at my skin tone
Don't categorize me
When you see what i wear
Don't dare label me
You don't know me
You just see my outside
I may be the sweetest person alive
Your assumptions are therefore unjustified
I may be the best friend you'll ever have
I may be that dream love if you chance
Instead of judging me by my looks
Misjudging me from first glance
Don't judge me by what you read
Or by what you see on television
Take time to get to know me
And form your own first hand decision
In the middle of the Universe I stand
Confusion reigned, mixed emotions overwhelmed
How could this happen to me?
Unjustified accusations, so called 'friends' had lied
A witch hunt collaboration by a mob
I try my best to hold my head up and not sob
Suffice to say I know it is not me
Who had spilled the beans, how could it be
Cold shouldered, realisation crept through my frame
So desperate now to clear my name
No-one wants to be my friend, so
In the middle of the Universe I stand.
Means by which we search for
divinity.
In its name we've wrought
confusions.
Brought wars, unjustified
deaths and destruction.
Something we believe to be
perfect shouldn't cause
Mankind chaos. Is it a divine
cause?
In my religion we say, there's
one way, things are vanity.
Means by which we segregate.
Darwinistic we be, hiding
behind it for divisions.
With different beliefs we're still
humans. Why adhere to
segregation?
Some I assume have mortal
influences without godly
beating pause.
Religion sprout out any &
every where, we need to pause.
In my religion we say, we fell
from Grace, albeit.
Means by which we pride
ourselves.
In its name we're righteous,
judging peoples' actions.
Atheists have religion, theirs
has no godly subscription. (lol)
Pride? No human is perfect
even if your religion is, we're
masters of imperfections.
Mankind unite, religion isn't
weapon of mass destruction.
In my religion we say, we
should love others as
ourselves.
Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light
Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight
Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind
Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within
Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection
Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception
Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show
Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows
Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs
Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don’t recognize
Torn between a mother’s hope and helpless frustration
He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation
I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears
My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears
Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago
Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no,
…But I will let him go
The blind self righteous scald dreams
The rotting of robotic conformists
Shadowing every new dawn
Weaving the web of lies snaking around the necks of the sentenced
The punishment of invisibility
A life confined to the masks of the ball
While the truth overwhelms
Alive in the hearts of the condemned
Shrunken beneath the shadows
The intensity of their happiness hidden
Their secret suffering in shrouds
As they are painted grey
The truth in their eyes removed
And shackled to the lines of society
Marching the imperceptible boxed walls
It is melancholic march of the heart wrenched
The unjustified price in avoidance of the public hanging
At the revealing of our truth