Best Unsatisfying Poems
Your body smiles at me
so let me reciprocate the inviting gesture
with the natural gifts of arousing pleasures
well presented in erotic packages.
My curiosity is unfairly punished
by your hypocritical skimpy skirt
flashing the flesh so systematically and hiding them again
in a glamorous tease.
Your semi-circularly exposed glands
canopies me into a hypnotic boomerang system
where I create a mood of ecstasy in you
and at the same time, covet its blessed beam of radiant sweetness.
Let’s play naughty my dear and act so crazy sweetheart
with gentleness and manliness, I’ll navigate your front side
and then take care of your behind with wittiness and craftiness
My hands just want to go under
squeezing your outside, rubbing your inside;
touching all softness and ‘tongue-ing’ all openings
tearing off your covering and creaming your exposed holy Grail
with my saliva, from head to toe
wrapped in your wholeness, skin to skin
and preserved in the mid-temperatures of our slickly contacts.
We’ll be a fitted match
same measured length, horizontally well placed
burst for burst, groin for groin; lips for lips, breath for breath
eating each other up and yet dangerously unsatisfying
not letting go until even our souls are sored
with this affectionate tempo.
Our constantly bending limbs
will equal all hovering and meandering
and with every of your holes, so greased
ready for my artistic play and penetration
we stay captive to each other’s sexual outpour
and gain much enjoyment
in the irony of our butter-lotioned crys.
Categories:
unsatisfying, adventure, love, lust, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
Helen Keller
Helen Keller
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This is what eye remember about the MOVIE of course eye never knoe her. She
was moving constantly moving at least the actress who was portraying her but to
a boy it WAS her it seemed so heart wrenching a thing to just be blind there is a
SCHOOL for THEM they do not function in the real world and there she was big
as life the boy in my had that CRUSH upon her from the instant eye saw her it
was strang puppy love. Winner of the 1960 Tony Award for Best Play, “The Miracle
Worker” tells the incredible story of Helen Keller, a young woman trapped in a
world of silence and darkness. Deaf, blind, and mute, with no way to
communicate, she fought anyone who tried to help her with an intense, furious
desperation. Then Annie Sullivan came. A strong, determined, half-blind woman
fueled by her troubled past, she began the daunting struggle to reach Helen and
bring her into the world at last. She was so pretty in an odd sort of way swaying to
the tune of musick only she could see and hear the idea that she tried to
overcome her handicap and live was so nice to this little undergod. YThis semi-
sequel to William Gibson's The Miracle Worker recounts the early adult years of
the profoundly handicapped but brilliant Helen Keller. Helen, played by Mare
Winningham, enters college, with her friend and mentor Annie Sullivan Macy
(Blythe Danner) by her side. As Helen's international fame grows, she must
withstand the pressures of those who'd treat her as a freak rather than a human
being as well as Annie's near-strident demands that she excel at everything. The
multi-faceted Ms. Keller lived too much of a life to be squeezed into a mere two-
hour running time; the script betrays the strain of trying to show us more than it's
able by wrapping up everything in a hurried, unsatisfying conclusion. see part two
ED.NOTE
Categories:
unsatisfying, history, imagination, life, love,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Unwittingly, through our unsatisfying desire for more,
mankind has given birth to the Colossus.
Able to manifest, and combine the forces of nature,
striking unpredictably, anywhere, anytime across the globe,
not heeding boarders, nor mans defences.
As of now, the Colossus's ability for destructiveness is limited.
Yet still foolishly, blindly, nourishment for the beast is forthcoming,
poisons, pollutants, arrogantly pumped into the atmosphere.
So far as an infant, Colossus has only thrown tantrums.
But to continue, down this road we travel,
fearful we should be, of the day, the tethers break,
and all the matured rage, of the Colossus is unleashed.
© Alexis C Pond.
Categories:
unsatisfying, environment, metaphor, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
ART IS DEAD MY FRIEND
ART IS DEAD.
Whitewashed and derailed,
By modernism vacuous hand.
That scream empty metaphors.
To cash rich sympathisers
And con-ceptualists scamming our intellect,
with their o so profound egotistical postulating.
About the nature of existence,
And meaning of being.
But it's all smoke and mirrors.
A three card trick.
Unsatisfying unnourishing.
Greasy burgers for the soul.
What would VAN Gogh do?
Probably pluck out an eye,
And sew an ear to his head.
So lets have a moment silence,
In this hour of grief,
As I whisper "art may you rest in peace".
Categories:
unsatisfying, art, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
I
Am shame
In my vice
Hate the acclaim
Help me Jesus Christ
And take away this pain
My wounds are covered in ice
Sutures being applied in vain
My
Life came
The world's game
I rolled the dice
A failed bloody aim
The endless merchandise
Craving a piece of the slice
The illusion's paradise
No thought of the morrow
Searching for tonight's hook up
Wallowing in prison's sorrow
Consuming another bitter cup
Hi
Act sly
Crossed my heart
Telling a lie
Devil piercing dart
Broken sweetheart
Lost the chance to say good-bye
Guilt amplify, intensify
My boss
I made cry
Called the Red Cross
Watched him bleed and die
He was placed on the cross
With two sinful men across
Not discerning the reason why
Seeing the agony in his eye
Hate this shame
Wanting the vice
Take away the pain
Without paying the price
Higher than a mountain
Surviving in the fast lane
Unsatisfying well's fountain
Being the number one in the game
Tired of the deceit
Hoping for a new name
Rundown, ruin, and defame
Building the faith to cross the street
Recall the crucify
Needing to detoxify
I can't take my sins anymore
The Savior is knocking at the door
I hate my vice
A new battle cry
Time to go testify
About the fool's paradise
I thank thee for your sacrifice
And giving me your living bread slice
The love on the cross and paying the price
All hail to the Mighty Lord God Jesus Christ
Categories:
unsatisfying, forgiveness, god, jesus, religious,
Form:
I have been sequestered amongst the desert sands
like the Israelites before they claimed Canaan
Wandering about right beside my homeland
All for some kind of cosmic lesson or training
The unsatisfying, brackish water of this cactus
Has given me just enough energy to walk a little more
Yet I feel this is all prologue; it is merely practice
So I wave to Zacchaeus as I climb the sycamore
From such lofty heights I can see a formidable plateau
On which most men sit back and rest on their laurels
I hear the legato breaking the walls around Jericho
Likewise, I hear the Pharisees speaking about morals
I see a man scribbling something odd in the dirt
And abruptly everyone holding stones drops them and flees
I see freedom from bondage with but a few words
And I see myself rise above by dropping to my knees
Finally, I see all the world aflame and begging for another Flood
I see Two Lampstands standing before God and the earth
Many could have been saved if they had just washed in the Blood
But they new only of value and nothing of worth
Categories:
unsatisfying, bible, christian, death, forgiveness,
Form:
Elegy
RUMBLING ROADS.
I can spend time scribbling words
Already written in 1000 note books
I could watch intently those that already HAVE
And try to get what they have achieved
I could do well too, if I pretend that I'm alone
And live on, on my own different path, I may as well think of: FATE
That fate itself doesn't exist nor does destiny
I may read over and try to feel everything
Or I may read and try not to understand a thing.
I may take it that I understand the logic in ignorance
Or believe that it is the greatest bliss of all
I would believe what have always been within
Would I trust my instincts or disbelieve trust itself?
II
Where I come from, I'm certain of
Where my so-called wisdom leads is a mystery
I can wallow in this knowledge and be complacent
Do autopsies of my self-made philosophy
And stick lead-notes on boards of rusted cliches
I could be Jubilant and celebrate my acknowledgements,
I could try to understand how my wits work
File reports on my findings and make an archive;
For the forthcoming generation to tear at my woe-
perhaps the mystery will fade,
Perhaps it's existence will never be fathomed
And I'll be sure then that this wisdom is far-fetched
Questions; I could stop asking lots of questions too.
III
Answers, they are always there
Way-laying in the paths of questions, doubt and sweat
In the tongues of pain and fiery bitter-sweet
In the crunching stones rolled on by rumbling tires
Truth; answers are in the truth that the road sires
Always there for you to step on and wonder
For you to spit on and cross over
Answers are on the clean surface of city tarmacs
In wreckage scenes of uncleared accident tracks
In the blood seeping grounds of roads of gravel
Answers are in your shoes as you trudge on
Into the unsatisfying world of demanding enlightenment
Into the future that beckons you to step forwards
Answers are in the dust you make along the rumbling roads.
-Lucas-
Categories:
unsatisfying, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Love
Passionate, romantic
Pining, enduring, pleasing
Sweetheart, fiancée, pick-up, convenience
Uncaring, unsatisfying, unfulfilling
Quick, disastrous
Lust
written April 26, 2021
Categories:
unsatisfying, crush, love, lust, meaningful,
Form:
Diamante
clicking by/
a ticking fly eating out my eyes/
which are dry because i cry on the inside/
my soul rides on the pain/
and with that i'll gain a strain that this time I might maintain/
a steady sort of sadness/
i dont dwell on my madness i sell it to the gladless/
for candles and matches to write in my darkest moments/
to relax my attonements /
i'm packed with attack /
i'm shacked with a crack in the lack of love/
when push come to shove i'll gladly fall/
as if something was to catch me when i know there's nothing at all/
but maybe there is but i'll find out at the bottom/
and i'll just pray for pleasure till i can finally say i gottem/
i won't spot them i'll let them come for me /
the best things in life come with a fine print fee/
of passion and devotion /
energy self-errosion/
self explosion.. then what will i be/
just like them him and she drowning in the crowning/
craving the top of a empty sea/
who is me?/
i don't remember the last time i've really been seen/
my mirror cant make out any recognition/
i'm clouded in a crowded dispoition of despise/
i've never come to face what lies beneath grief and glamour/
i'm frozen and tampered/
i've staggard to a unmaned post/
looking for the party in an empty room/
i'm a lonely host/
this is my best me at my most/
i couldn't be more exposed/
a toast to unsatisfying roast of reason/
here's something to remember me by lightly seasoned./
-B. Maxine
2/3/2014
Categories:
unsatisfying, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Tony,
I see a broken and bruised heart; and I alone can relieve your awful pain.
You must realize that I am desperately trying to reach out to you;
but there are limits to my ability to enter the doors of your heart.
You continue denying me entry and ignoring all my communications.
I know if it were not for the blinders and the fog, you would let me in
I am certain that you are well aware of the padded locks on your doors
You most asuredly have noticed all the iron bars and boards blocking me
Many others have gained entry; and I only ask, "Why not me who love you more?"
We knew each other well when your were young; but now you feel no need for me. You are surrounded and locked away by selfish people who do not really care about you. They do not love you and only want what's yours; I desire not yours; but you alone. They have nothing to give, but everything to take. I have nothing to take, but everything to give. Oh *Tony, you realize this fact in your heart, but you are very lonely and afraid to let them go.
You are being consumed by unsatisfying amusements that leave you cold and miserable. I cannot force my way through all the smoke and mirrors, the false and fading. I know that You don't really want me out; but you want so many others in. Unfortunately, you cannot have both me and them. I am sorry that I cannot be 'just another' among the many who cater to you.
I have called, emailed, texted, and sent regular mail without response.
But please understand that my love for you remains and will never die; I am here for you always.
Longing to be your friend, Jesus
08162017FBTGPSContesy, Let Me Into Your Heart, Julie Rodeheaver, 3Pl.
*I once had a friend name Tony who died from an overdose of Narcotics
Categories:
unsatisfying, bible, christian, god, love,
Form:
Personification
No Longer a Satisfying Symphony
When the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts flutter,
At the sweet soft melody.
The piper all set up and tuned,
With his little snare drum
Begins to work his magic,
The piper plays,
Electrifying symphony of flavours,
His skills so magical.
The pleasant harmony produced
warms us up,
It reaches the depth of our souls.
The spontaneous rhythm
Spurs us to dance to the beat,
Possessing us profoundly.
But,it is not the piper
who dictates the tune,
It is he who pays the piper.
And most times,
He who pays the piper
dictates the tune of shame.
And we're all forced to listen
to the unsatisfying symphony of
a skilled and magical piper.
This time,when the piper plays the pipe,
Our hearts no longer flutter
but palpitate in disgust.
He who pays the piper
Dictates the tune,
That no longer satisfies.
Categories:
unsatisfying, feelings, light, literature, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes I see the world,
And maybe my life as a trial to try to become perfect.
This creates unsatisfying feelings within.
See, nothing is perfect,
Nor ever will be.
All the wrong things in this life,
Only leave room for growth and,
The realization of never being too old to change for the better.
I can strive for perfection,
But it only leaves disappointment,
And unhappy smiles.
Always waiting for it to get better.
Feeling the injustice of everyday life.
Be happy with what you have been blessed to receive.
Life is too short to settle,
Or to think it could be perfect.
What is perfect, is trying not to be perfect.
And there is a calm realizing relaxation in that.
Categories:
unsatisfying, blessing, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Ceaseless questions
unsatisfying answers
stressful ideas
troublesome thoughts
truth-
is nowhere to be found
lies-
are all over
whilst doubts take over
deficiency of certanty
what
why
how
dominate
while quest and thirst rule.
Drencho POET Loads
Categories:
unsatisfying, confusion,
Form:
Narrative
Everything changes right before my eyes
Just leave me be for a time…go hang out with your buddies
I wish there was a prescription for my type of depression
The aching sensation churned in my stomach…
I was about to vomit…and I reminded myself that I wasn’t alone
But, God is looking after me
There’s something really wrong with me
I seemed to be in a phase of depression
Isolated in a new school I call “home”
The lights are off
And I have no vanity in my heart
I haven’t cried since a few months ago
I sometimes get so perturbed
I don’t have to feel sorry for myself
I know that God will fight my battles…
But I got to put a stop to my bad habits...
I need to stop throwing my tantrums…my childish fits
I just got to fight
Even though I have many fears that corrupt my mind
I got to keep driving that road of recovery
God, save me from my unsatisfying misery…
I promise I’ll clean up my debris…if only He could shed some glee
And allow my mind to rest on a comforting pillow
I feel so alone,
But I know my friends from school are concerned about me
God has set me free…
And apprehension zips past my mind
I’m like a blind crossing the street, not knowing where he is going
And still, I type out these words…
Soon, they’ll be meaningless
Soon, He’ll pull me out of the abyss
I prayed to Him for some guidance
I was haunted by untraceable voices in my head
And now…I’m blinded by the light and I kiss dread
I see familiar faces glance at me
I forget their names…but I wave at them
But, I won’t let my downfalls tear me down
I won’t let myself shred into useless shards
I wish I could grow wings and fly away
The day is gone; the night has captured my eyesight
I have no clue why I have the hearts for the night…
There’s absolutely no reason to feel the showers of anguish
But, I would like to request a special wish
Categories:
unsatisfying, beauty, change, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
Growing up in life we have been beaten with how to live .
How to conform.
None of this is prevalent to me now.
Why would anyone want to conform to an unsatisfying and emotionless lifestyle ?
Life is about experience, beauty , family and finally being an decent person.
Life is difficult though.
There is not hiding or lying about it.
In life you can either be part of the work force and make money .
Or try the very best you can to fill every moment with joy .
Neither is prefect but one certainly creates a more enjoyable life.
Categories:
unsatisfying, introspectionlife,
Form:
Free verse