Best Unpalatable Poems
For long I have been an aimless vagabond
I strayed far, the world being enormously wide.
Traveling to lands foreign, I searched my fortune.
At the end, fed up with all that was alien,
And wishing to withdraw from the world’s bewildering stress,
Decided to set out in search of my roots and my people.
Parents dead, my faint connections with my folks were gone.
My ancestral home was occupied by my brother,
With whom I had hardly any correspondence.
But when I was choked by thoughts of my dear home
And the yearning to visit struck me as an irresistible urge,
Without second thoughts, I boarded a plane,
And headed to my native village with dreams many.
From far I saw my house perched high on a hill,
Dappled in grey, squinting across the field.
Nearing it, my heart began to beat in pounding thuds,
In the excitement of a reunion long overdue.
Alas! There was none to receive me, only some creepy spiders,
Busily spinning gossamer webs over closed windows
Its vacancy haunting me, I tried to ring the doorbell.
But the rusted contraption sat silent on the cracked wall.
What had happened to the family living here?
Have they migrated to some far-off place?
A hundred questions propped up in my mind.
Wished to ask someone, but seeing nobody around,
I stood silent in the weed grown courtyard for some more time.
I thought of the heydays of my life, with a deep yearning,
To run round the house once more as a child
And be under its shelter, to lie down and dream the dreams of old.
Everything looked so forlorn. Feeling suddenly orphaned,
My eyes got welled up with tears as never before.
Hesitant to chew the unpalatable truth that this house will no more board me,
Casting one last glance with a heart laden with memories,
I turned my back from that spectral home,
Which stood silent as a symbol of UNWRITTEN ABSENCE!
Categories:
unpalatable, absence, home, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Wild Indigo...
Color of my third eye
Elevates my soul
To universal realms
Of blissful peace.
July 3, 2017
Baptisia Australis or Wild Indigo:
Has a mild toxin that makes them unpalatable to cattle. The Wild Indigo Duskywing is an insect that likes the flower because the flowers have a mild toxin in them which helps defend the caterpillars that are layed on them. The root system consists of a single taproot. Considerable variations of moisture are tolerated.
Categories:
unpalatable, beautiful, flower, spiritual, universe,
Form:
Light Verse
Butterfly, you are protected,
hard-rigged outer layer of shell
Baby egg with thin coating of wax laid on a plant
Glued hard, silk pad which can't be separated
Few weeks close to winter
you are resting, waiting for the spring to hatch
if your mother waited for spring
your beauty was meant for summer
Caterpillar, Butterfly larvae, marveling and gracious cycles this live
Many have false eyes appear snake-like just to defend yourself
your colors are unpalatable to the birds
Time is up for you to anchoring yourself for the last time into a pupa
i see six legs now and a graceful flight with colors brighter than the rainbows
Migration faces
countless miles you wind tunnel
Seasons are short to see your love.
Categories:
unpalatable, poetry,
Form:
Alliteration
About this show,
My girls are amused,
Interrupting my sports,
Intruding my news,
To the television,
Their eyes are glued,
Ignoring mom cries,
Snacks or food,
So a series,
I just viewed,
And I thought it was,
Oh so rude,
On a talk show,
Girls fighting half nude,
I found it unpalatable,
I found it lewd..
Categories:
unpalatable, confusion, sorry,
Form:
Rhyme
The Egyptian standard falls, unto histories surrendering,
The deserts breath, is so stilled, under the Nile river's
Murky abyss, busted masts, heave against the
Heavily laden hauls,taring the ships apart,
As the Egyptian fleet sinks beneath the waters surface.
A shooting flame of arrows, lights this tender box,
Of human flesh and bone, in wars clash of titans,
Rome must concur all nations.
Survivors screaming for salvation’s protection,
But help will not come, for Horas is a
Defeated deity, hiding within his own temple to
The east.
Broken is the heart of Egypt, as a daggers sharp edge,
Is plunged into the body of a living god, the last Pharaoh,
Known as Cleopatra.
Cradling misfortune's solider, Mark Anthony, she thus weeps,
Behold love's most tragic couple of history.
With his last breath, he calls unto she, by names sake
Alone, Cleopatra, than remains stilled.
Lord thy last falcon has left the golden land,
Welcome him, she thus bids farewell, to hearts warrior,
Cleopatra.
A mortal woman holds her lover, within destiny’s arms,
Soar with the great eagles, my love, for soon I'll join thee,
In the great halls of our ancestors.
Tragedies star crossed lovers, partake in the bitterest
Of fruit, dried are these figs, once ripened by the sun,
Now unpalatable by discord’s taste.
Nay, all the power and wealth of Egypt itself,
Could sever, the silver threads joining these two,
From one another.
Lovers heart, bound even after death itself,
Shall they walk forever, within the valley of
The dead together, silhouetted figures, embracing
Reunification’s promise vows expressed long ago,
Written within their hearts eternal.
Lain in a golden gown, the queen of the Nile
Does she rest, beneath death's slumbering shadow,
A serpents bite, has laid waste to a dynasty’s blood line.
Behold how in the heaven two eagles do soar,
Blanketed by the golden warmth of the sun,
As the passages of the hear after open wide
Their mighty gates, each name is spoken with
Honor pride, behold Mark Anthony and Cleopatra.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
unpalatable, heartbroken, history, imagery, immigration,
Form:
Free verse
Charlotte’s baked brown, navy white
Reddish as kidney with lots of black peppers
Eat it before you go to bed
But don’t eat in excess.
The more you take, the more you toot
Creating unpalatable air.
The magic beans grow very quickly
And gets you all the riches
But without the concreteness
Of the dust to hold the beans’ roots.
It’s like spending much time with money
And have plenty of time to weep
Neglecting joy to live with the family
In that sense the magic beans are worthless.
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January 15, 2015
Dr. Ram Mehta
Categories:
unpalatable, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
The day he took me to Starbucks
I figured I was gaining in luck
Then all he did was complain
How the coffee wasn't humane
It wasn't fit for human comsumption
The tasty treat was dry, their gumption
In serving such unpalatable treat
Oh well, another date now unsweet
Starbucks I still love you even though
Have to get decaffeinated coffee drink slow
Nathan thanks for the challenge
Contest: Coffee House
Categories:
unpalatable, food, health, love,
Form:
Couplet
Swiftly the wind blew
We thought it'd be but a few
But it left something so new
It was a sad and unpalatable news
Just when we were asking
We thought you'd still be breathing
We are left with our jaws hanging
When we were told what was happening
Our hearts are broken
From us all you've bn stolen
A good friend now to be frozen
One of our finest has bn stolen
We prayed and were waiting
It came and we were wailing
Same you that we were hailing
Now watched your breath as it was faiding.
Father receive this soul
For we loved him so whole
We thought together we'd grow old
Now your departure has dug a hole
Who will take your role
Arranging the files in roll
We lean and wail leaning on the pole
As our hearts are caged in cold.
Rest in peace my friend
Rest in peace till the end
On our knees we bend
And to the wind we send
Let our colleague get to the end
Never leave him till he's laid
On the bosom of his creator
Where he finds his everlasting rest.
I'll miss you my dearest brother
Till we meet again
Rest, rest and rest my brother.
Categories:
unpalatable, death, death of a
Form:
ABC
Our ashes have settled on the cliff of pride
while the seed of today sprouts your frailty beginning.
We have at last seen the face of our god
which you have not even learned to utter
or never will at all.
Your intelligence gave you power that
failed the comprehension of our yesterfathers.
You built humans in just a sprinkle of semen
on to the skin of alligators and ants
on to the stem of a bee and the sting of a plant.
And you called them your sons
And you called them your kind.
The burrowed earths have no more riches
and they are left unpalatable to worms,
no more worms even
for even these decomposers
learn to tire feeding on your greed
no more shades of blue in the putrid waters
to which this bottle was thrown,
to which this letter longed to swim with your same species
that can never be in our family tree
for it has grown dead atop the impotent soil.
How we wished that your sons wished they
were with us in the time when
sparrows roared in the Kamagong tree when
wild boars chirped in the dancing bamboos when
the snow-like smokes breathed in the cone of Mayon when
the bangus and tilapia worshipped the nets of the singing fishermen.
How we wished they wished they knew.
How we wished they wished they saw.
© 04-11-13
Categories:
unpalatable, earth day,
Form:
Verse
Oh!! greenish vegetable
Thou has watched you grow
Like a chick being watched by its mother hen
Daily you are being watered
Just to allow your continuity.
You grow faster in a twinkle of an eye
And your green continue glowing
But it pains me so much that-
You'll end up in an unpalatable place
Which will make you whither away.
In a confined environment will you be placed
So as to lose your source of energy
Cos the people of the world doesn't want your longevity
For the fear of being greener than other plants.
Categories:
unpalatable, 2nd grade, baby, child,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
When the purpose of a thing is not known
Abuse does not only becomes INEVITABLE
But a VEGETABLE on an EVENT-TABLE
Yet UNPALATABLE
Everyone now sits around this TABLE
To DISCUSS at times in CAUCUS
Leaving the CACTUS and the CARROT with the PARROT
Because it is a CORRUPT-TABLE
When MORAL VALUES are reduced to ORAL FABLES
The AURA is lost and the MORALS become TERRIBLY FEEBLE
It reduces one to a PEBBLE
Even if you are HUMBLE
You have to cross the HURDLE
And you may choose to FUMBLE
At best you may GRUMBLE
For not having a VENERABLE
At the TABLE in the TEMPLE
With an APPLE to receive a TURTLE
But just a CRADLE
Which is not better than a STABLE
Where you used to CHUCKLE, CHORTLE,
GURGLE and GIGGLE. What do you think?
Categories:
unpalatable, funny, may,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE 20/02/13
Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair.
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a ready-made parcel,
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments.
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.
Categories:
unpalatable, computer-internet, humorous, love, people,
Form:
Light Verse
Prayers can't feed starving children,
as bloated bellies can attest.
Yet, the truth's unpalatable,
near impossible to digest.
Dangled in front of hungry eyes,
promises, raise expectations.
And faith defies reality,
fueling false aspirations.
Predictions of times of plenty
are garnered from kernels of Hope.
And yet, seeds of conformity
are sown on a slippery slope.
Paradise is mere fantasy,
for in truth, there is no such place.
But religions insist there is,
struggling to maintain a straight face.
Rose-colored glasses tint our views
without offering solutions.
And so, we fortify belief;
through illusions and delusions.
Categories:
unpalatable, august, children, imagery, philosophy,
Form:
Quatrain
My muse is on fire, she burns at the stake
guilty of poetasting, and glaring mistakes
Inferior rhymes with old Monoku outtakes
blaze all around her, as embers are raked
Badly blistered syllables, spark and flake
Whilst lacklustre stories, continually bake
A bard fans the flames, but he too’s a fake
for mincing his own words, with juicy steak
Making ado about nothing, soliloquy spake
Glory to the Efilist god, ha! give me a break
A dedication of respect
for rendering down a bard
# # #
However unpalatable
and repugnant the suet tastes
# # #
From March madness to April fool’s
digesting copious amounts of insipid tofu
# # #
Only to wipe it off
in an all encompassing
persistent vegetative state
By
David Kavanagh IV
Categories:
unpalatable, allusion, muse, perspective,
Form:
Monorhyme
By all means, forget how to be bitter,
For bitterness will eat your innards out
Make you as unpalatable as kitty litter,
And turn you into a disagreeable pout--
Destroy it … if you ever want any clout!
Written May 6, 2022
Categories:
unpalatable, character,
Form:
Quintain (English)