Best Unsociable Poems
Seeds were sown on fertile soil while
SOME FELL upon STONEY GROUND
(This is a poem about one of the latter)
Oh affluent lady in smart design
Scurrying to Tim’s bar to taste of wine
But one and all can see beneath the paint
Scars that pay heed to a lost soul so taint.
Consumption foremost doth addle her mind
When desperate to track a daily grind
Eyes witness testament of her flurry
A lustful grin contrives her to hurry.
With a shaking hand crystal flute to raise
Each sup hallelujah in silent praise
An embarrassing glance though not a care
Her inner most pain bared for all to share.
Hastily she consumes her liquid meal
Her body pulsates unable to heal
A repetitive shot needed to please
No unsociable craving to be ease.
Silver Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming
She fights with the keys her body screaming
A need to be alone and get away
So she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
unsociable, abuse, destiny, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
Yesterday, sociable sun embellished,
desires of my poetic garden heart.
Spreading sweet scents of serenity,
elegantly and enchantly, echoing,
vivid visions from my vibrant vocabulary,
but, such is the nature of the muse,
without refreshment, it's petal like mood cried
for raindrops of ink to nourish and flourish its
sensitive sleeping seeds, shielded by my soul.
But, howling winds arrived with bitter rain.
Their rapid rage of gusts so forceful,
fumed furiously at my simple words.
Hysterical and bloodthirsty,
their wrath devoured my delicate artistry,
all day and throughout the night -
for the first time, I felt empathy for the moon.
The morning after, I awoke to find my
flower garden resembling Greek ruins.
My cherry blossom tree is now bare,
her pink buds floating in depthless puddles.
Tulips are headless, with their perished petals,
laying lifeless along my purple slate path,
as rose bushes slump,
arching and aching from brutal blows.
Unsociable sun did not appear today,
maybe too afraid, maybe too shy.
In my state of despair, I wonder;
Is there beauty, in such a tragedy?
Is there hope in such an unfair travesty?
But raindrops keep pouring,
physically, emotionally and metaphorically.
Categories:
unsociable, analogy,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon my life story...
Once upon a time I was an infant of only 5.5 pounds
Used to cry and make crazy sounds
Once upon a time I was a toddler obnoxious and hyper
I would play all day in my dirty diaper
Once upon a time I was an angry, spiteful kid
Almost everyday I got wrote up and sent to the office for the things I did
Once upon a time I was a ugly duckling
Picked on by girls because of how I looked, everyday I was sulking
Once upon a time I was a weakling
Unsociable I was and mean
Once upon a time I was neglected
The outcast with no place, I was rejected
Once upon a time I reached the age of thirteen
I decided to awaken a potential unseen
Once upon a time I was shunned because of my flaws
Now I am the exact opposite of who I was
Upon this time I am no longer a ugly duckling
Those same girls tried to flirt with me, (funny) in the inside I'm chuckling
Upon this time I am no longer weak
After years of training in martial arts I mastered my physique,
I challenged the football team to a one handed push up contest,
I laughed as I continued my winning streak
Upon this time I am no longer neglected
I am calm, patient, and collected
Upon this time I am eighteen
Graduated last week and now I set off to seek my dreams
And that's the end of my 'once upon a time' story
Categories:
unsociable, bullying, change, history, me,
Form:
Lyric
Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.
Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the vine,
your eyes show testament of your worry,
this only giving fuel to your hurry.
With shaking hand your flagon to fill,
every drop of value when paying the bill,
an embarrassing glance though not a care,
your pains deep down I feel and share.
A hasty retreat your meal well hidden,
forbearance in mind will be forbidden,
a quick shot is needed just to please,
your unsociable craving to be eased.
The Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming,
her fight with the keys the body screaming,
she just wants out and away,
so she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 1989
Categories:
unsociable, social,
Form:
Rhyme
Ignorance devises us
Makes us look different
We forget who we are
Our existences and connections
We don’t talk about life but money
Union but daily fighting
Reunion but disconnection
We believe that we are different
While using the same oxygen
We don’t know our future
Without oxygen, we become unsociable
We differ ourselves just
By colors, knowledge and languages
But never be sure about our future
We are nothing than a piece of meat
Oxygen is just one connection for all
Maintaining by only one master
If it is gone for a minute, we all die
We are just a piece of meat
It’s time for reunion and rethink
We must not kill and discriminate
But to be at all time one
We are part of the same network
We have the same mission
We lead and create by the same master
If the network is down for a minute,
We become a piece of smelling meat.
Categories:
unsociable, time,
Form:
Unmanly; unsightly; unskilled
Unsociable; unsophisticated
Jerk; unruly
And hurt and bruised
Unmanly; unsound
But, unselfish in unseasonable weather
Of warmth, sky clear
Unmistakably; unlikely
Too be unusually calm
In a untouchable manor
And then-unmanly; unruly; jerk.
Categories:
unsociable, confusion
Form:
(THE TAKANINI VERSION II)
(SIP THE WINE)
Oh affluent lady looking so fine,
hurrying scurrying for thy taste of wine,
but one can see beneath the paint,
the scars that behold you of late.
Consumption foremost is on your mind,
just to taste the fruit of the vine,
your eyes show testament of your worry,
this only giving fuel to your hurry.
With shaking hand your flagon to fill,
every drop of value when paying the bill,
an embarrassing glance though not a care,
your pains deep down I feel and share.
A hasty retreat your meal well hidden,
forbearance in mind will be forbidden,
a quick shot is needed just to please,
your unsociable craving to be eased.
The Jag’s outside all bright and gleaming,
her fight with the keys the body screaming,
she just wants out and away,
so she can measure the rest of the day.
© Harry J Horsman 1989
Categories:
unsociable, angst,
Form:
Free verse
An unsociable, ill bred, unrefined man.
And his captious, callous, long-suffering, old spirit.
Cadaverous and frail amidst the morning walk of thier land.
Wheezing from the years of cylinder embers burnt in hand.
His quivering digits, gesturing openly to his coat pocket.
As he stops to gaze and take in, the wide open grand.
He pulls out a letter, kept in form by a dark green signet.
And now slowly he begins to unroll the leaflet.
Replaced by the paper now, are the open fields.
His hazel brown eyes, entranced by the letter held so dear.
Its now captured him, as a poem hes revealed,
and his face remarks a wound unhealed.
Brother, have i done wrong?
Am i supposed to feel strong?
Your pendulum stopped by my own hands.
Brother have i done wrong?
Am i supposed to feel strong?
For now im alone, to wonder these lands.
Brother, have i done wrong?
The brightness of the grand now lyes on the mans eyes.
Clouded, blurry, teard up sky, a floating feeling of lost goodbyes.
Now tendered from emotion, there he stood.
To live in the day his brother died.
Categories:
unsociable, brother, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Some time ago I met a man
That lived in an ancient land
He resided in a castle.
Away from everyone,
That could turn his heart into stone.
Some say he was unsociable,
Others that he was lone.
Just because he lived all alone.
He had his heart broken so many times,
By those he loved the most.
But the truth is,
He was just a man,
protecting his heart,
from turning into stone.
-PF
Categories:
unsociable, deep, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Why is the sky blue?
Why is the house so brown?
Why is it important who it's from, not who it's to?
Why is everyone stuck in a frown?
Why are we all here?
Why do we question everything and nothing?
Why is everyone to conseeded in their fear?
Why is the blood water rushing?
Why is this life so demanding?
Why is this need so unnegotiable?
Why is this pain still standing?
Why is this destiny so unsociable?
Categories:
unsociable, father, loss, lost love,
Form:
What is that which is always becoming and never is?
This image we call Time.
What are those which are always becoming and never are?
This image we call Men
And to the voice which they heard coming from the passing shadows,
we call it Echo of the conscience.
In eternity you can appreciate
The diffuse figures of them circling as in dance
running about at the Dionysiac festivals,
and presenting a strange variety of appearances
diffuse as, when rain stirs.
Men if the created copy is to accord with the original
in order that each of them might attain the highest perfection
the copy became the ally of sundry pleasures and satisfactions
can´t see the reluctant and unsociable nature of the other into himself.
Original or copy. Which was the swiftest to fall?
I don´t know, but secretly
I am glad to be honored by lesser and meaner people.
Although they constantly invoke the aid of gods and goddesses.
Men are like the punning riddles
equal in number to the stars
but just they don´t shine at night.
and finally, they merge in the dark
Now the nature of the ideal being was everlasting,
and ephemeral the nature of common men,
moving in the universe of the diverse,
A profound theory, although in reality
these words are just a random manner of speaking.
Categories:
unsociable, identity, men,
Form:
Free verse
It has been a while since he called
And I miss him deeply
Long to hear his voice
His casual remarks on how unsociable I am
I miss him dearly
We weren’t thick as thieves
But we did share an easy laugh
Comfortable silent and idle chit chat
I long for the days when business brought us together
Days when he was no more than a stroll away
Days when we chatted, sitting side by side
And I marvelled at the easy way he lives his life freely
I wish he calls more
I wish my wounded ego will heal
From missed called unreturned
And hope that pride won’t stop me from calling him
Never properly learned the etiquette of friendship
As a child, I often wandered and played alone
Teenage years weren’t much different
Now I wonder, why should adulthood be any different?
But still I miss him
Missing the company we once shared
The easy way we chit chat idly
The feeling of knowing I am his friend
I truly miss you
And I have no doubt that we are still friend
No doubt whatsoever
But I just wished that we are thick as thieves
Categories:
unsociable, absence, best friend, friendship,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his nose
Is not really a horn, though,
As one might suppose.
And when he needs scratching,
There's another small hitch,
His legs are too short
So he can't reach the itch.
He's ugly, pugnacious,
Rude, and unsociable,
And his manners at mealtime
Are simply atrociable.
And should you insult him,
He'll never reveal it.
His hide is so thick
He prob'ly won't even feel it.
Categories:
unsociable, animal, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Everyday we get more dependant
Reducing our span of attention
Rendering us less independant
Diminishing our skill of retention.
Like this, like that
Me.. Me.. meme.. Me
View this, watch that
We’re all on TV!
Obsession regression
Responsibilities admonished
Overuse of powerful words
No one truly is astonished.
You ate a meal, well good for you!
You’ve cash for food and phone,
Take a photo, tell the world
What right have you to moan?
Attention seek, “Just don’t ask!”
Think I’m falling for that?
Like me! Like me! Desperate sad
Pleas that all fall flat.
Tech to make things simpler still
Swipe left, swipe right, unfollow.
Offence is taken in a keystroke
Fake friendship - promises hollow
Scan the code to know it all
Constant information,
Screenshot, bookmarks, save for later,
Constant life narration.
We’re overwhelmed to know it all
To friend each glancing stranger,
This hunger for what seems progression
Is clear and present danger.
Categories:
unsociable, society,
Form:
Rhyme
Fret for humanity is not at all new-
Hope for mankind is not at all less.
Everybody expect others to be lenient;
But proves himself an unsociable.
Humans for humans;
Proves indeed in need.
Where gone all those philosophies;
Mentioned in myths.
Man is an optimist,
Brave as well as Pragmatic.
How can we forget those heroes;
Freedom fighters who lost their lives.
Become kind-hearted enough,
Remain servant of God.
Till grave serve for mankind;
Afterlife it means a lot.
'N-A re-run 9' Poetry Contest
6/17/2020
Sponsored by : John Hamilton
Categories:
unsociable, caregiving, humanity,
Form:
Free verse