Best Unrewarded Poems
Melodious kaleidoscope
of broken glass,
Its mosaic montage
consumes lost encounters;
a toasting ceremony
for what perished.
Committed specialization
expires unrewarded.
Sand dollars of short-sightedness
decorate
the exacting goddess
of broken importance.
Sliced open,
laid bare,
and reassembled,
the vintage gown
of fractioned fragments
unites again
with the society of tarts and cakes.
The time bundle
of formulated heartbeats,
pulsate
expansion and contraction
into
the altered ambiance
of passion’s fragrant fable.
Categories:
unrewarded, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
When will the last of your dictators die
So you can stop living a lie
To speak through God’s window
For the world your wisdom to follow
When will you start to shine
Like the gold and diamond you mine
Africa this day – lets be one commerce
Trade in love for one another and acceptance
When will your cultures evolve
So that our people can start to thrive
And all can listen to your brighter tomorrow
So we can be known for more than just our sorrow
When will more of your women get involved
So we can show humanity what it is to lead
When will their unrewarded toil
Allow them a share in the price of oil
When will we unite over borders we didn’t create
Because to the world we’re the same crete
When will we brand an optimistic lasting impression
Of Africa’s true, innovative and talented expression
When will we start to lead the way
Not just once a year on the 25th of May
But show interest in all that we do, we are everyday
When will Africa have a say, on Africa Day?
Categories:
unrewarded, africa,
Form:
Rhyme
The Judgement Day
The Shaking and quaking of earth, the splitting and blasting of heavens
The undeniable promise of the Lord shall happens
Unmounting of the mountains and outbursting of the fountains
The signs no one will question again
Impregnating the Pregnant earth and women
Happening of the irrefutable Event in Sudden
Every breathing soul and living beings as a whole
Meeting their fate , no way of escape from the Parole(One that is Promised)
Fleeing from the Brother, nursling kid and women
The man, nursing mother and the husband
Deeds or misdeeds however small it may be
will not be left unrewarded, indeed
That day the order of the Lord will prevail
Thine decisions , no one dare to rival(challenge)
The inequalities and injustice, will be equalized all
The idols of the infidelity will have a down fall
Muhammad Imtiaz
Categories:
unrewarded, allah, bible, death, judgement,
Form:
Couplet
A Helping Hand
Easy to receive, hard to give is how we are
Everybody looking for things to fill where you are
Not caring for others, we want to reach up there
To get everything and bring it near
Not remembering others with nothing out there
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Useless, worthless, sick and dirty they may look
With their dream for good life hanging on a hook
In hopeless, insecure and dangerous environs they have lived
Food, shelter, clothing and education they have lacked
On strangers, unknown, fortune and fate they have relied
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Looking at us they are, waiting for us to offer a helping hand
Even a piece of cake or cheap cloth they haven’t refused
No one may see you, but you won’t go unrewarded
Any help you offer willingly won’t go unnoticed
Nature will see and your needs will be fulfilled
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
Giving a little won’t affect your monthly bill
Not only their lives you will help, but even their souls you will heal
Let’s join hands to help them ascend this life hill
Reward you may not get, but surely your descendants will
If we do so, a great life we will make for real
That poor kid you help, nature rewards you later
(By Waweru Ngugi)
Categories:
unrewarded, appreciation, caregiving, giving,
Form:
ABC
FAILURE.
Isolated tentative in rosy tower
Sublime detached observer of success
Making its own life and time
Swallowing in one long yawn all the glories
Keen scented existence and sanctified its rewards
Cut off from the masters & futilifying the slaves
Giving a disdain look to posterity and its pards
Ignoring punctuality with a haughty look
But the huge mountains with discordant chords
Under the mantles they take refuge huddling
And you like a mother carry a pail for orphans
Poor and disrepute banished against the drift
The filth the pathos the ordinary drowsiness
The blind beggar the woman in rags
The furtive individual who lives kicking away
From the encroaching collectivity of the age
Greater than success sublimer than wealth
Tender as futile love wended as the god divine
Accepting person as a person without duly
In betterment or development of the suppressed
Piecing and embalming the wounded tendrils
The one who dropped out of the marathon or left
Afraid outraged by greedy convinces of haughty
And the hispid who tried to set a trap.
Look that blind beggar huddled under the bridge
His guttered life a heart longing for paradise
But in hell it seeks its forgetfulness
Of life’s bitter dregs deep and canine
Under shadows of blown husk and the pathos
Enduring the wants and unrewarded labours
Discredited and shredded on the runnel heaps
By those of pampered living & easy of shrouds
Hearts will come to you and extend your arm
To pick a mutilated corpse a rose or a thorn.
Categories:
unrewarded, allegory, philosophy, poets,
Form:
Verse
A voice on the phone from so far away.
A friend faces ruin. he's hit the wall!
He climbs into my head, hoping he may
find some little drawer of magic in all
our shared memories, or unexpected
door of insight opened to solve
his situation. It's an unrewarded
search in which we both clumsily devolve
into clichés and find ourselves tripping
over old patterns. I want to help
but just short of his condition am stepping
away in fear, with nothing to give but guilt
of my uselessness. So some bracing words,
and hope for better hide ominous chords.
Categories:
unrewarded, allegory,
Form:
Sonnet
There lives a woman in the West of Arira
To whom life denied the rights to live
The woman alive, but short of living
The life, like periwinkle shuts its doors
The troubles her children will inherit
To an elderly she sought answers to her odds
Why has life been unfavourable to her?
Why must life be ungrateful to her deeds?
In love, in arms, indeed, in honest she gave
But life, her toils unrewarded.
The elderly in deep voice and candour
Experience and in wisdom he replied:
“Basirat”, he said. “Life has been your friend
In your life denied was life given
From you, life sought its grace, woman.
To whom everything is given, everything denied
In thinking, so is interpretation, what you see
In what you see shall you be, your dreams
For in the shadow of life a man lives
You are in agreement with the unknown
But you are the known, woman
For in you, the birth to life comes,
In what you see lives the unseen.
The unseen is what you have.
Woman, that, in you; is what you are seeking
That which is not lost!
When shadow is at the back, in front you are
That is when you are the receiver
But when the shadow is in front, you at its back
That is when you are the seeker
Life, I said, is your friend
The love you gave is the hate you gave
To him whose love returns in hate by you in past
The arms you gave was the favour you denied
Him that sought favour in the past
The honesty is returned in favour of your dishonesty
The one you gave to the honest in the past
The good of your deeds is nothing
But, atonements of opposites given in the past
But cry not of the present sufferings
Life will give back in atonement
That, which life has denied your today.”
And Basirat believed the elderly
And in hope, she did await, life atonement.
Categories:
unrewarded, allegory,
Form:
Epic
no good deed goes unpunished
no bad deed unrewarded
just deciding which is what
the altruistic and the sordid
depends upon the angle of view
what an act is deemed to better
and who it might be bettered to
gain advantage, and who's the debtor
gray is life's chromatic scale
certainty colored by present perception
think our discernment to no avail
that may be our own self-deception
clarity is the provenance of youth
blurrier is wizened maturity's truth
© Goode Guy 2012-11-14
Categories:
unrewarded, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Sonnet
Diligent, dutiful hands don't go unrewarded.
May 11, 2022.
Categories:
unrewarded, inspirational, work, writing,
Form:
Monoku
Unrewarded and unwilling slaves
they were forced to be, against their will.
In saying that these people paved the way,
for economic foundations
Of the USA.
The south was the worst,
The slaves working there
Felt cursed.
Slaves worked on tobacco and rice plantations
For little or no money
What they would have given
For a little honey.
Also working with cotton and sugar,
They still couldn’t afford
To go to a butcher.
Northern states abolished slavery
After 5,000 black soldiers fought for America
And where set free,
Those where the lucky ones
That didn’t have to plea.
The southern states at its worst
Started slave breeding,
If the women didn’t abide
they would cop a beating,
as young as 13 just a girl,
How is this fair,
In this world.
They had to give birth
As often as possible,
Who made these laws?
Where unstoppable.
A law came into term,
Called SLAVE CODE,
slaves had to submit themselves to
Their master, if they didn’t there
Would be a disaster,
The disaster of being sold
Like an animal,
Is so so cold.
Not allowed to read and write
All they had was their sight.
Rebellious slaves faced
Brutal punishments,
Tring to escape
their masters
Astonishment.
Some killing their newborns,
In order to protect them,
from a world that was
Controlled by men.
The North built some underground railroads,
to help the slaves to freedom,
some followed
with good reason.
Although slavery was lesser in the North
They still faced discrimination,
These people had no
Stimulation.
Couldn’t vote, own property,
No freedom of movement
Danger of kidnapping,
The list is endless,
No, I’m not rambling.
No black and white marriages,
Segregation in public places,
And schools, these innocent people
Felt like fools,
Couldn’t live a life of choice these
Times where hard,
For the rest of their lives
They felt scarred.
Unimaginable circumstance these blessed
People lived,
So hard for them to relive.
Will things ever really change,
when all the politicians,
do is pass the blame.
Categories:
unrewarded, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Small steps toward a brighter future
My legs bound by your tongue
Rub together
Like we used to
A large leap to the safe ground below
My eyes shut by your breath
Cry violently
Like they used to
Trembling hands
On the throat of a lion
Always pause
The last to leave
A building burned
Fulfills only the relieved few
While others wait for their happiness
Unrewarded
Why must we waltz around the flames?
Why must I congratulate my failure?
I must move on
But my legs are bound together
Categories:
unrewarded, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form:
Free verse
We agree to grieve
against all inaccuracies
that you plant ,going awry all the time
to make us fall as preys to your planted ill fate
Your reddened eyes
will not frighten me my friend!
Your hard heart
and autumnal feel always –do--.
Practically you are a key doll
ready to play foul in some ones' hands.
Humanity is not there
to counter your criminal bent of mind
and you feel not faulty at your heart beats
when some of their hopes and desires
are soaked in blood –shed
showered by your splinter stricken bombs
Have you not heard the cries of a mother
Who lost her grown up children?
Have you not heard the bane
showered on you by the children
Who lost their bread earners?
all these will not go unrewarded
by a suitable punishment in days to come.
Let not your own people meet this type of ill fate
Today or tomorrow,in the similar kind of unhappy blasts
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Categories:
unrewarded, sympathylost, lost,
Form:
We live the life
pined with sores
battling the battle
in a defeated
hope
out of lacks
we've known
plenty of yawns
in a helpless
battle where
none prevails
but travail
the future of the
youth of the land
is but buried in
the arms of
corruption
we run,more
haste less speed
the ambitious
youth becomes
enslaved to
unrewarded
efforts
but clothed in
gowns of
discouragement
we want to learn
we want to read
we want to write
we want to
speak and be
heard
but the road to
learning is
blocked
by them that are
known by
godfathers
who shall lead
us by the hand
to cross this
ocean that
opens its mouth
wide
to swallow all of
our effort,all of
our zeal.all of
our enthusiasm
which hope lie
for us?
When shall we
know reward
for our efforts?
When shall
success
breakforth to
harvest us all
that searched
diligently?
When???
Categories:
unrewarded, society
Form:
Free verse
Broken wings,
I am dead inside,
these crooked things,
they bleed me out,...
was soaring high,
suddenly came crashing down,
i hope to die,
i shall never fly,.....
wasted love,
unrewarded care,
must let go somehow,what else can i do?......
oh heathen gods,
hear my plea,
strike me down,
and set me free,....
heaven or hell,
where ever i go,
so sweet my death knell,
freedom at last.........
Categories:
unrewarded, depression, sad,
Form:
You wanted to be the savior in my story, the healer, the King.
The way I looked into you, full of mystery, but eager to fulfill the void I saw through you.
It was the dance with the unknown, intrigued
Intriguing you.. seeing thru but not understanding … not reading in between, but ignoring everything I was seeing.
Seeing the red but still laying in bed beside you
Hiding behind what I felt was love but an unhealthy connection
With unclear conversations
Unknowns, mysteries, and still misreading the voids.
Not the king.
Not the savior.
Not the healer.
To be discarded and unrewarded left with big disappointments
How can you hurt the lover - it wasn’t me.
I was just the filler. The filler to your mystery.
The filler to your void. The void of you using me to find you, the void to recreate you at the expense of me.. you, The king in my story.
Categories:
unrewarded, emotions, relationship,
Form:
Free verse