Best Unloveable Poems


Premium Member My Favorite President

MY FAVORITE PRESIDENT

When I read newspapers, or hear stories, 
of terrorism and crime.
When I’m suffering, as others due to illness,
or because someone loved … has died.

I ask myself, perhaps you have to,
Is this what God purposed, when
He created the earth, and us?
Will I ever see … peace?

Will, I ever see a ruler, 
Who is impartial, doesn’t lie?
Who wants for all people, what he desires 
for those he personally … loves?

Someone who doesn’t have a, “Me first attitude”
someone who understands how all people feel,
and the problems they daily deal with.
Someone who will judge the poor with fairness.

Will I ever see someone who loves people
as a childhood song I sang? Did you learn “Jesus
loves the little children, all the children of the world, 
red and yellow, black and white, Jesus loves them all alike?

But what happened, they grew up? 
What made them unloveable?
Why has the world become so full of hatred,
Wars, killings racism?

Why are greediness and indifference destroying 
our beautiful earth, and its inhabitants, 
animals and us?
Who is that Someone, who really cares?

Did you know centuries ago a very wise man wrote,
“I know, O God that man's way does not belong to him.
It does not belong to man who is walking
even to direct HIS steps”
If a man can’t direct his own steps? 
Foolish to believe he’s capable of guiding others.

Mankind’s history proves, no man can satisfy the needs of
all mankind! My favorite President does not exist in the past,
nor now, nor the future.
New rulership that will be my favorite, 
will not be passed down to anyone else!

Because, My Favorite President, will be a perfect immortal 
Ruler, who’s title … is King! 
 
Feb.9, 2021
Contest: My Favorite President
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins 
Scriptural reference: Jeremiah 10: 23 


,

I Am

i am angry
i am offended
i am blue

notice the i, i, i,
when will it end?

dammit, i hurt
i feel sorry for
myself.

i feel so disgraced,
degraded?

i wanna run
i, i, i,

i am sick of me.

i need to get over
myself.

this writing stinks.
i am in agony.

i am unloveable
and untouchable.

i feel like crushing
myself under
my heel

if i could bend down
that far.

i might as well be
a stripper as much
as my body as
been invaded and
exposed.

i can't listen to
myself anymore;
i am a putz.


janetta

I Look At You

why do i sit here
all scared and stuff 
if you asked
me why?  i'd say
i don't know

is this the quiet
before the storm?
if it is, lets get on
with it because 
i don't like it.

i should not be
scared of anything
after what i have
gone thru these 
half-passed of 
lately.

darling, help me
to understand
how you can be
so loyal when i
am so unloveable

i want to be very,
beautiful for you.

please, please make
everything alright and
do all the things that
you do to make me
SIMMER DOWN.

so, now i do lay
me down to sleep
and i keep creeping
closer to you all night
as you sleep as if
you haven't 

a care in the world

and i just worry.



to my beloved, janetta


Elected Rejected

Discrediting plausibility 
by shredding their humility 
to a place of vulnerability 
devoured by inabilities 
cowardice incompetence 
showered into consciousness 
empowered causing confidence 
validation found in compliments 
a false sense of accomplishment 
resort to intense punishment 
to knock down their competitors 
who speak of truth not metaphors 
that could reverse their actual course 
see them falling through floorboards 
far from craved credited applause 
a status low as though blackballed 
on salaries always needing more 
survival gifting no rewards 
a personality to be ignored 
social skills which leave them bored 
testing humans to their core 
needing a win but cannot score 
electrical without a cord 
no plug socket or power source 
as management you were assured 
entitlement had power stored 
defensive walls they reinforced 
the canon fire rains then pours 
constant drainage of resource
when liars reign without remorse 
demonstrate through acts of war 
axing allies no friends of yours 
switching sides ending support 
backtracking and invasions fall 
forward thinking backward thoughts 
two faced fronts fights are fought
defend positions within the fort 
saving supply routes to the port 
lowered standards poor results 
lose respect face the onslaught 
enclosing can’t escape assaults
laced with disgrace of dense insults
unsatisfactory falling short 
the cost of power steeply soars 
run out of bullets fight with swords 
sticks and stones not canon balls 
back to basics of infant schools 
learning how the mighty fall 
turns out you might be a fool 
from the authority you adore 
to unemployed and lost it all 
from big and powerful to small 
once important not anymore 
once arrogant above the law 
apparently now unloveable
a tyrant silenced by rivals 
the outlaw downfall locked indoors 
freedom within the prison walls 
abusing boundaries horribly 
so far beyond authority 
explicitly and vicously 
fully of inefficiency 
faults and inability 
soulless animosity 
dethroned without the sovereignty 
lost lonely in unpopularity.
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.

Courage

Real courage is something you find deep inside
When your down and almost beaten
When you rise against the odds
Against logic and reason and yet succeed
To cou rage is to rout it
To mercilessly dominate all of you fears
And plough forwards regardless
This is real courage
To hope in the hopeless
For dispair is hopes time to shine
To stay true in falsness
For falsenes is truths time of brightness
And love, what is love
To love the unloveable
To love in the face of hatred, this is true courage
To love in hope and faithfulness
So go and take from this more courage than you'll  ever need
Love without limits, hope anyway and stay true, love

Love

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE 
LOVE
Love is a single soul that 
dwells in 2 bodies
It's a world full of hope, life 
and unending happiness
Love is a force more 
formidable than any known 
force
It's a thought, an emotion 
and a feeling of something 
special
Love makes your soul crawl 
out of its hiding place
It's the triumph of 
imagination over intelligence
Love is the beauty of the 
soul
And the uniqueness of the 
heart
Love is always patient and 
kind
It is never jealous and 
never selfish
Love is an act of endless 
forgiveness
It's a tender look that sees 
defects as perfection
Love is the joy of the good, 
the dream of the innocent
It's the wonder of the wise 
and the amazement of the 
God's
Love is a decision, a 
promise and a judgment
That sees beyond what the 
eyes can see
Love is the greatest miracle 
cure
It's the medicine for a 
broken heart
Love means to love that 
which is unloveable
And to believe in that which 
is unbelievable
Love gives you energy to 
count the stars
And the ability to stare at 
the sun
Love is a shed that blinds 
our heart from hate
And fills our soul with lots of 
peace
Love is boundless for it has 
no limitation
It is so true that it has no 
atom of lies
Love is when you take 
away the romance, passion 
and feeling in a relationship
And still finds out that you 
still care for that person
Love is a gift of hope and 
foundation of trust
That builds the mantle of 
success
Love is the capability of 
making sacrifices
Bearing the burden of 
another person
Love never fails nor dies
For it cannot be destroyed 
by moth or death
Love is dream of life in 
eternity
And an expression of every 
good sense of humility
Love is a vineyard of 
everlasting happiness
In divine truth and 
meekness
For it's the genesis of 
human creation


Perfect Brainstorm

Inside my brain resides
A deadly combination
Of my mother's maniacal heritage
And my father's drunken rages.
A perfect storm, if you will,
Leaving behind dreams
Destroyed by doubt
And hopes undone by fear.
Leaving darkness and chaos,
Echoes of what was
Or what could have been.
Broken bones scattered
In the recesses
Blown by winds of despair;
The worst of nature and nurture.
Yet a small flame still burns
Ever so dim, ever so constant,
Waiting for a gentle breath
Of compassion to fuel its light,
Waiting for love and understanding
To shield and protect it;
Compassion, love and understanding
That must come from within
And flow from my heart.

As I grow in strength, I strive
To overcome anger and hate
And desire for revenge.
I work to cultivate forgiveness
And let go of ill will;
Loving what has been deemed
Unloveable
And esteeming what has been deemed
Unredeemable.
I release the captives residing in prisons
Awaiting my judgment;
For they are not mine to judge.

Inside my brain resides a perfect storm
Twisted and turned;
Tempered and tamed
By clouds of compassion.


10/18/2018
© Deb Radke  Create an image from this poem.

Insomniac

Why am I awake?
I'm tired, so so tired.
But I can't sleep.
I've tried everything.
But the silence,
Its deafening,
The screams bring me to my knees.
I am not enough,
I am not worth it,
I am not allowed
the basic rights of every other human.
Because I am useless,
I am pointless.
A mistake,
A tragedy,
A minority in the priorities of man's emotion.
I can work,
I can dream,
I can climb,
Always trying to find the answer,
What everyone wants from me,
What it is I am lacking that I need 
to be noticed,
To be loved,
To belong.
But I am missing, 
I am losing,
I am dying,
All because I am trying to fit in to a world that will never accept the very presence of my life.
There will always be stares, 
There will always be emptiness,
There will always be sadness.
Because no matter what I have to offer,
It is never enough,
It is never the best,
It is never worth a glance in my direction.
I pour my heart and soul into everything I do
To make it perfect, 
To make it worthy of man's affection, because I have come to believe in my heart that somehow if my life is not worth it, 
If I am not worth it,
Maybe I can do something to make up for it.
But someone will always be let down.
There is always something wrong because I have given so much to gain approval that there is nothing left of me to be loved for who I truly am.
There will always be something missing because I have lead myself to believe that I am unloveable, and I have forgotten that since I have convinced myself of that fact, It will indeed become a fact and not just a fictional work of my own imagination.
I have rejected the essence of myself in order to be accepted by a society that can NEVER be pleased.
And so I lay awake.
And Sleep is far away.
And The day will come and go,
Another empty blur in this monotonous pattern of sadness and pain I have come to call my life.

Invisable

I wonder why i am invisable
Is it because of my attitude or my past
Whichever one it is i seem unloveable
I've loved but it ended fast
do I live my life with disgrace
Or is it a life of hate
It all seems to hit me in the face
Maybe thats why i cant find a mate
I am the invisable son
No one listens to what i have to say
I guess I should think about what i have done
Is this the only way

Premium Member Romancing the Stone

My Rock, strong tower
Your strength draws me
Into your presence come
Oh! you great magnolia flower

Solid strong unmoveable
Your love for me was first....
Adoring the unloveable
With a love that is transformable

Calming Silence

Everything is still now
I feel that every second I lose a pound
The peace is so relaxing can't hear a sound
The time pass by like leaves in a breeze
The calming silence is unbearable  now
I have to make sounds this is terrible
My soul is unloveable and breakable
Still I feel this Calming Silence

Premium Member A Lookalike

Was told my dog Rover chased someone on a bike
Can't be true, he hasn't ridden a bike since he was a tike
People causing trouble
Makes em unloveable
Did you ever think it could be a Rover lookalike

Premium Member Mind of the Heart

“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~

we attained God consciousness unblinking”

I've been told that I wear my heart on my sleeve
that I try too hard to love others
that I open my heart up to pain because I try
and try again to help others and to love those
that some people consider unloveable

But my question for those that criticize me is
"Why don't you?"
How can you see all the pain around you and do
nothing? or turn your back to what you see each day?
How can you not reach out?

Homelessness, addiction, cancer, food insecurity,
inflation rising so fast that many people can not keep up,
healthcare costs so high that sometimes the choice
is care or food?  How can I turn my back when
I have plenty, yet blanch at a $50 co-pay?

Love one another is a command that I hear often,
yet I don't see many people trying to do it
I do love others, and I try every day to show God's love
to those that feel unloved and when I find someone else trying, 
I can feel our souls link and my heart sighs

Again

In the music, everything burns away
And I’m left in a soundless vacuum filled with faceless people
The emotions that were bubbling inside my soul
Spilling out into a great dark intangible space
Suddenly I realize
For the millionth time
That I am broken
Helpless but not hopeless
Disgusting but not repulsive
Unloveable but not unloved
That I don’t have it together
That I never will
Control was never in my hands
It’s in yours
Along with the whole world

I hurt 
Because I am sinful
I hurt
And you know I hurt and you’ve felt my pain
I hurt
But you love me and there’s nothing I can do to change that

Deep breath, give it all up, begin again.
There is always time to start over.

God

God

I have not seen God's face; but I know he's there.
I feel and see him all around me.
In my blindness, you are my vision.
From the birds in the sky; to answer to prayers. 

I may not hear God's voice, but he talks to me through his word.

God has raised me up in my time of trouble when no one else did. 
Love me when I was unloveable. 
Thank you, God, for hearing me, when I was lost.
For giving me hope, holding me in your arms in my moment of doubt
For showing me the way; through the darkness. 

I may not always understand your ways, 
but God I put my trust in you.
Each step I take, I will give you all of me.

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