Best Unsocial Poems
I know what's it's like to be me,
it's not the greatest, but I manage to survive,
I'm an average teenage girl who just happens to not be liked or loved,
I know that I'm not pretty like the other girls,
I know that I'm not the smartest girl either.
I know that, and I'm not fine with it, even though in the end,
I know that I won't find the love of my life,
That I'll live alone, and end up dying alone.
I know this....I know this because I'm ugly, weird, and unsocial,
I know that even if I try to act pretty and wear makeup, no one will notice me,
It's just how life is, sometimes the things you want, never come to you.
That's me all the time.....I just wish...
I wish I was prettier like the other girls,
I wish I was smarter like the other girls,
I wish I wasn't me...
Because being me isn't a wonderful thing,
Being me is carrying four thousand tons of nothing, but hate, depression, anxiety, and guilt.
I would love to switch places with someone else,
But that would never happen,
If only I wasn't my ugly self.
By: Kathleen Tovar
In a night where the sons of sons sat under the stars
My father’s father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The beauty of the world is beheld in who we love
To live and to die they are all we try to have
A feeling that we love, that we are loved by the one
The one who breaks our heart, our souls they starve
The one you love will never love enough
In the same night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
My father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The eyesore of the world is our love of the mirror
Our confidence constructed on a surface of silver
Our charity creeps from the mountain of useless surplus
Just so they say we are as kind as they say they are
We sweat and sin just that we see them sin and sweat
The only love we trust is love by us, for us, by things like us
Still on that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
I told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The fairness of the world lies in forgiveness and sin
We all are sons from sin and of sin
We all are looking for a little peace just so we could sit
Always going everywhere and heading nowhere
Searching for atonement through the accursed
So we made God from our trepidation for our own redemption
On that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
The son of sons told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The plainness of the world is found in unsocial socializations
We are all alone, our tears are our accomplice
They teach us to be us yet they don’t know us
They create us in the image of their exalted desires
We are a canvas painted in their own narcissi
Brushed in a light so dark hoping we get drawn for them
I found you online,
I sent you a friend request...
You sent the police?!
Step silent, listen
for the sizzle-slither
of a sister
snake who listens
soft for me, slides
among stones,
subsides
to undersides
of shadows, striking
soundless sinuous as
S, then slips
away
……………….OH! My, my - :)
……...…Here’s One Sunny Smiley-
…….In these times as we need to be
….How can you be grim intense grumpy
.I mean look at any grinning monkey Oops-
In good spirit; I do not mean to be offending
In this era, humans express themselves happy
Cheers! You’re on screen: Spread happiness
It’s your digital responsibility: Thy social footprint
Spread Light n Joy; You just returned from dentist
Buddha smiled; at least once; Jesus was dead pan!
Sorry about Jesus, but Barabbas wears- A big smile
I checked Wiki, there is A portrait- Of Barabbas
Seems as the photo was taken with A selfie stick
Shankara-CharyA; ever placid None saw him grin
Ok Gandhi: Was caught guffawing; How about-
Mozart, Plato, Aristotle,Van Gogh; Stoic looks
Didn’t they smile? Do you notice OurTagore
And that weirdo Einstein: so unfit so unsocial
.These guys had no idea of upcoming future
…Silly. They just did not know how to selfie.
...There is a surprise hidden in this write;
…..In this Concrete Poetry paragraph;
…….If you notice A Sunny Smile;
….…Click the share button
…….and Smile.
Feral Exchange
I am well spotted and nasty and do not mind that description
Will gather my fortune whatever is your inappropriate depiction
Dig my teeth into your body and soul straight down to the bone
Leave my scent on your remains with a well-executed stepping stone
Once we hunted together and I took your lead and compassion
Now I chose to digest you in the most vicious contemptible fashion
Watch the smile in my fangs cutting deep into blood and intestine
Straight in the open with no secrets nor lies or honesty clandestine
A hyena must live up to her promise of laughing when stressed
Revenge and retribution is delivered with vengeance at best
Hurt is written on my posture and demeanour when I tear into carrion
I am the epitome of self-righteousness so please don’t call me vulgarian
When I stand upright above your decay you will fall on my sword
As a reward for finding me repulsive now but once had me adored
I’ll clean you because out a divorce is such an opportune affair
To thrive on your misfortune whereas I am cultured and debonair
You got me wrong folks I’m not dirty only clean up after the act
To call me foul or unsocial is totally wrong and dishonestly inexact
Know why I attack my once glorious protector it’s because I can
I got you cold out of balance and that has always been my master plan
‘Oh dear ex fellow hyena you might have forgotten one miniscule detail
In some sense only I’m quite similar to you and can rip out your entrails
But I won’t let’s be clear about virtuous living and ethical behaviour
By retorting with similar greed I would merely be your victim role saviour’
‘I am also a hyena in a way that most humans will never comprehend
Simply because they are your models of ignorance and I will remand
You in your own prison meanwhile I found myself another cuddly companion
Go sharpen your claws if you want but I’ll feast on love and kind understanding’
01st July 2019
Pick a Title Vol 6 Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hyena
A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget
It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets
Bent over and private its user spellbound
But unsocial and rude to all those around
Multiple noises are deftly emitted
With buttons to press and assets unlimited
Texts dispensed and news accessed
Leaving conversation to certain death
Ring tones abound in public spaces
Phone chat like barkers in public places
photos and selfies posted here and there
All manner of games to further ensnare
Thus putting the user in greater peril
When mobile phones become a menace
To drivers and walkers all absorbed
A selfish misuse to be abhorred
And a blight when the charger is mislaid
And constant debit to be repaid
This amazing gadget should remain in pocket
Until really needed, then out of the closet
Handsome guy of the Hippie Era,
the wisest guy who never experimented with drugs,
but went to church on Sunday and prayed to God;
eccentric clothes, long hair and drugs were too crazy
to be explored, to block out the horrendous images
of the Vietnam War that troubled him at every
unpleasant, waking hour to make hope an enduring value...
as unquestionable as his verbal wisdom;
while considering an end to all violent deaths
that killed the vibrant youths: the very heart of America!
The rebellious hippies protested,
against their Government,
confounding injustice and lies:
to provoke a congenial state of disharmony;
they confused peace with war-fare, standing by,
and letting their brothers die...
instead of lending a hand:
injustice or not they continued in their unsocial conduct!
I didn't mind singing songs of peace,
in my fair but opposing views,
light a candle on the steps of a cathedral;
and they surely brought comfort to mothers in pain,
and through tense emotions,
I didn't speak offensive words and rebelled!
I made my statements of disapproval and disdain
for the bloodshed and lost lives of young Americans...
those lives not saved by a courage so invincible,
but rage brings unbearable resentment
and indefinite frustration on oneself...
if it becomes unreasonable and unsubstantial!
That Hippie Era is far gone into a past subdued by defeat,
and scorn was brought upon a President who allowed this;
but power and truth,sometimes, collide
and we can be too judgmental and unfair:
missing the substance of the true matter...
when exposing somebody's faults instead of our own!
Handsome guy of the Hippie era, so good-natured and lovable,
you are getting old and wrinkled, but glad to have been
that lucky to have shown compassion and peaceful intentions;
your sadness was held in a memory so undeniably feeble...
reduced to nothingness: when bravery didn't redound to the credits
of every soldier who longed for that home-coming victory!
shortness of life
irribility
bad attitude
fatigue
eating too much
not eating enough
lack of sleep
bad breath
loss of bowels
wetting the bed
over feeding the cat
unsocial behavior
biting nails
upset stomach
diarreah
constipation
red eyes
Alone
Unaccompanied, Unsocial
Lonely and Unique
These are emotions
I do not seek
Discontent
Disgruntled, Dissatisfied
Ill-affected and Restless
One more emotion
That remains to exist
Fear
Concern, Dread
Reverence and Fright
Something I feel
Almost every night
Forfeit
Forgo, Give up
Sacrificed and Lost
These emotions must end
At any cost
Ashamed
Disgraced, Dishonered
Embarrassed And Mortified
I often want to run
Run away and die
Delirious
Frantic, Ill
Mad and Sick
The wall around me
Getting thick
Block
Barricade, Forget
Immobiize and Freeze
Who needs to live
With Emotions like these
Some things
Man can never forget
And with them
He cannot smile
Even if he is surrounded
With all the pleasures
Some wounds become
Incurable and fresh
And give pain infinitely
The fragments of broken dreams
Never be the jewel of eyes
And the angry lot
Is fastidious
The heart neither be convinced
Nor weeps
Smile is rare in such a dark glare
Now the heart is so furious
I cannot share my sorrow
With it because
It wants loneliness
Which is always misjudged
By the friend
As my pride and rudeness
Love is the most social thing
That makes a man severely
Unsocial
A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget
It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets
Bent over and private its user spellbound
But unsocial and rude to all those around
Multiple noises are deftly emitted
With buttons to press and assets unlimited
Texts dispensed and news accessed
Leaving conversation to certain death
Ring tones abound in public spaces
Phone chat like barkers in public places
photos and selfies posted here and there
All manner of games to further ensnare
Thus putting the user in greater peril
When mobile phones become a menace
To drivers and walkers all absorbed
A selfish misuse to be abhorred
And a blight when the charger is mislaid
And constant debit to be repaid
This amazing gadget should remain in pocket
Until really needed, then out of the closet
A hypnotic effect is possessed by this gadget
It could even lead to a syndrome called pagets
Bent over and private its user spellbound
But unsocial and rude to all those around
Multiple noises are deftly emitted
With buttons to press and assets unlimited
Texts dispensed and news accessed
Leaving conversation to certain death
Ring tones abound in public spaces
Phone chat like barkers in public places
photos and selfies posted here and there
All manner of games to further ensnare
Thus putting the user in greater peril
When mobile phones become a menace
To drivers and walkers all absorbed
A selfish misuse to be abhorred
And a blight when the charger is mislaid
And constant debit to be repaid
This amazing gadget should remain in pocket
Until really needed, then out of the closet
Man—
born to think freely,
now trapped in a prison of pixels.
Facebook—
a wasteland of worthless chatter,
where minds rot in the soil of mediocrity,
graves of shallow likes and empty words.
Telegram—
a playground for the desperate,
lust clothed in secrecy,
hands searching for meaning,
finding only silence.
TikTok—
a parade of fools,
dancing for scraps of validation,
feeding off the carcass of real life,
while the world spins into chaos.
WhatsApp—
a pit of beggars and sycophants,
lives traded for coins,
desperation dripping from every message,
humanity stripped for change.
Twitter—
a battlefield of blind warriors,
fighting wars that don’t exist,
spitting out opinions like venom,
while the world keeps turning—unmoved.
Man—
meant to think,
to feel,
to change the world,
now reduced to a slave of the screen.
Unsocial.
Unpolitical.
Doomed to stare,
to scroll,
to rot in glass den
Break the screens.
Burn the cages.
Find your mind again.
When you enter her domain she will pace
Buried here in this captive place
Mournful years make fingers made from hast
Where these four walls hold a lonely face
Saddened spirits willfully so misplaced
Where lingering cries do embrace
Raising stairs driving energies into space
Where tarry moments leave a dusty trace
Whispering voices never more erase
When she has lost her breathing space