Let us try
petal picks -
she loves me
loves me not
she loves me
loves me not
you cheated
flower has
five petals
Categories:
biased, love,
Form: Other
It's a misfortune that company's are biased to individuals who are more then qualified for the job, yet their skin color or sex is against them
Categories:
biased, race, work, world,
Form: Monoku
There is a fast voice
echoing like a screech
alarming
that nothing now night
or a beast could hunt
now turn
or reverse the bear
since we are some fair
ones free.
Categories:
biased, political,
Form: Free verse
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
Eyewitness accounts are dulled from retorts
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports
Over the years we have all grown wary
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary
We have closed our minds to anyone out-of-touch
With rational ways of looking at current events
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such,
Many listen to other friends’ informed comments
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
With rational ways of looking at current events
It is difficult to find the most reliable resources
Many of my friends no longer watch network news
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources
Beholden to their network’s particular political views.
April 28, 2021
Categories:
biased, angst, conflict, confusion, prejudice,
Form: Terzanelle
All
of
us should
be equal
before the law, but
we're only equal if justice
is truly blind, yet too often that is not the case --
Too often judges or judgment is biased, and innocent people are jailed or die
January 04, 2019
Entry in Writing Challenge January, 2019 - Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Categories:
biased, judgement, truth,
Form: Fibonacci
My son Scottie turned out to be an amazing chef
Whatever dish he concocts, it's up there with the best
Know not where it's from
But it's up with my thumb
Deserves the World Culinary Award he's up to the test
Categories:
biased, pride,
Form: Limerick
Biased
She wants a child but not a man
Only his seed will do
And when the child is born she’ll say
’Sweetheart it’s me and you
We’ll be a team, you’ll be my prince
Or princess’, if it’s a she
’My child, you’ll be completely mine
I’ll raise you to be free
A girl with an independent mind
Or a boy with manly traits
I’ll show the world how great I am’
What a fantasy she creates!
And in her longing for a child
Repercussions she ignores
What matters most of all to her
Is that she wins and scores
She’s adamant to show them all
That a woman can be boss
Of her body, her mind, and her own life
Who says she’s at a loss?
So now we have a brand-new breed
Let’s see how they adjust
They will be spoiled and pampered too
Because they were a must
The father figure was erased
His input was not needed
For times have changed and the father role
Has now been superseded
Poor little boys and little girls
What will become of you?
May happiness keep you company
Pray grief does not ensue.
But as the lack of fathers
Becomes more obvious with time
This biased planning proves to be
A faulty paradigm.
Wendy Nipas
Categories:
biased, fantasy, father, princess,
Form: Ballad
Take 5-
A step back
Your distortion of reality
Deteriorating subconsciously
Unable to distinguish fact from fantasy
It’s not so bad –
Living in your imagination
What’s real or a hallucination
My mind is trampled with anticipation
Body facing ablation
Tortuous mind, its obligation
To dissipate the stagnation
Of a creative mind-
Obliteration of the finest
But hell, my own mind is biased
Categories:
biased, creation, repetition,
Form: Rhyme
BIASED
THE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED
LIKE AN OLD MANOR,
THE ALFRESCO HAD TURNED
INTO SIRROCO OF LIFE.
IT HAS GIVEN ME THE
MASOCHISH OF LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN RUINED LIKE
GHATS OF GANGES
BY PREACHERS WHO ARE
FAKE TO THE WORLD.
THE LIFE HAS ANGINA
WITH BOULEVARD OF
NO FUTURE.
THE BELL LOST ITS RING,
AMETHYST LOST ITS
COLOR,
I HAVE BAD PIEANO NOTES
ON MY FINGER.
THE COLOR OF RAINBOW
IS BIASED,
LIKE ME.
WHICH HAS NO REASON
TO CHANGE.
THE FEEL IS GIVING
ME COUP DE GRACE
EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE
AGAIN N AGAIN.
Categories:
biased, depressionlife, lost, life, lost,
Form: I do not know?