Criticising Poems | Examples

There's no rainbow being Critical

The wind blows the ashes
Sitting in the apparent Sunshine
I thought I was also getting the moonshine
but I hadn't the last laugh
being critical about my sister
trying to gain my fathers favour
even criticising her for Pink Floyd The Wall
the craziness of it all,
I instinctively knew it had to end
Lets be friends
with our own wooden chapel of love
There's no rainbow being Critical

SHE - POTD

She looks down her nose
At the locals in the town square
As she sips tea from her fine china cup
Pinky in the air

Criticising and complaining
Judging one and all
Negativity runs through her veins
Only she matters….all others insignificant and small

In the evening in the seclusion of her mansion
She sits by the fire wine glass in hand
Surrounded by her riches
Alone in her own wealthy land

In her empty home
With her empty soul
She sits alone in silence
As her tears overflow

Social graces

Save me some of that please
the social graces
Cause I can't pretend like I don't have favour 
While I'm here criticising the social graces 

For I've never been in the in crowd
I had to always pull my chair over the table 
So that I can belong like others
But now I think I also need the social graces 

So that my things make a way to the front
Cause now I'll be known by those on the table
And I'll be part of the conversation
For you only support one who is your own 

So save me some of those social graces
I need more than a few if I'm to ever make it
Cause casting stones at the upper graces
Will only leave me out from enjoying this social graces 

The PO£T

A Genuine Gesture

Genuine gesture from the heart
Is all that it takes on your part, 
Ripples of kindness, to restart ~

And you can bring in... change! 

Say a nice word, give an applause, 
Ere criticising, take a pause, 
Spread cheer when you can, just because ~

And nothing's out of... range! 

Show your cheek, go that extra mile, 
Be friendly with foes, not hostile, 
Practise these, you'll find it worthwhile ~

And get love in... exchange!

Walk In My Shoes

WALK IN MY SHOES

Will you live my life for me you seem to do so
Already constantly telling me what I should do
Life can be tough for me at times I dont show
Knowing I have to hear you always criticising

I know that I do make mistake so do you too
Never have I said to you what to do nor will I

Mentally I do struggle to put a brave face on
Yet there days which are tougher than others

Somehow you appears to know what is best
Health it encompasses far more than is seen
Oh go ahead try my life see how you had cope
Each day involves different direction it seems
Sometimes the hardest road are less travelled

I Cannot Write Happy Syllables Anymore

// i cannot write happy syllables anymore 

the need to create a change
is fuelling literature in the insides
of my naive skin
i collect unwritten prompts 
from dearth to abundance
surviving to healing
criticising to normalising yet
the same broken heart
yearning to be seen
yearning to be heard
a happy memory
turns into a sad paradox
a form of love
turns into a crushing sonnet
a piece of me
turns into a fragmented verse
i want to write about
the things that matter to me
but everytime i hold a pen
i cannot help but bleed ink
and this is how you 
will remember me
a compilation of laughs
an independent self conscious poet
who cannot help but bleed
who cannot help but seek
seek for dead warmth
poetry was never about lying
never about fantasies
or love
poetry has always been
an amalgamation of defaced truths
underlying words
and urged screams

Think Before You Criticise Your Children

She listened to her mother talking
Her mother was as usual criticising her in front of all
As her mother went on and on
girls sadness was clearly evident on her face
It was pricking her deep inside

She felt bad and useless
She wished she could change herself
But certain things were beyond her control.
She couldn't study for long hours
It was not her nature
She was introverted, she wouldn't know what to talk
She couldn't change herself despite best efforts

She felt she was the cause of her mother's miseries
She wanted to die but lacked courage to do so

One thoughtless act of mother
Left many scars on tender heart

These scars will remain for ever
She will never feel good about self
She will never be confident of self
Forever scared of talking with mother, 
especially about her mistakes
Trying to hide them.

A fearful, sad and depressed mind will roam about lifeless
Doing her chores to the best of her ability

Degradation of Environment

He sat on a wooden chair
In front of him was a wooden table
On it was placed some paper
a bottle of packaged drinking water
Some disposable glasses
He had invited people attend his lecture on degradation of environment

So many people talking about it
No one doing anything...

And I am not ashamed to admit 
I am one of them.
Worst  part is I am criticising him.

Handling Criticism

 All those who criticize tarnish their image in front of everyone

Criticisms in print are best left undeleted, more they are read, more defamed their writers become

If we ignore criticising people, they will get bored and stop their actions

Those who criticize are surely not our well wishers, they don't deserve to be in our thoughts

Be confident of self, don't allow negative words bring down your self-esteem

Whatever a person thinks about you is his personal opinion, it doesn't mean he is correct

Barking dogs are best left alone. One can never straighten a dog's tail.

Lastly never ever defend yourself and try to prove you are right. You are not answerable to your critic's.

Woman In Chains

A band of gold
bound them together

At first Sue’s blissfully happy
but little by little
he starts controlling
every aspect of her life
eroding her self confidence
by criticising her appearance
choosing what she should wear
and when she goes out
holding her back
with silken threads

Sue loves her job
but he persuades her to quit work 
after all …
she’s paid far less than a man doing the same job

When she stops visiting
friends and family
her parents become concerned
but Sue tells them
she’s happy and wants to please her man
knowing it’s far easier to give in
than risk another argument
and face the force of his fierce fists

Now, the only make up Sue wears
is to cover the livid bruises
on her pretty face

There’s no escape for Sue…
she’s held captive by the chains of love 

Woman in Chains Poetry Contest

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08/18/20

Beyond Understanding Why

Why are we sanitising gambling, 
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.

Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.

Raising Them

Raise your children so
They be examples to show
They be so loving n have no foe
Let them love their own being

Let them not get into wrong  doing
Onto right track let them get going
Tell them they reap what they are sowing
Ask them to be away from alcohol  and drugs

Give them love give them hugs
With you they may not always  tug
You give your unconditional love don't  not shrug 
They will definitely  respond

From you they will not  abscond
They too will try to maintain  a good bond
Slowly they will be habitual  n eventually  be fond
Keep away from  always criticising 

Get down to sometimes praising
But keep a watch on what they are grazing
Such should be their raising 
Raise your children so.

Clairvoyance of Insomnia

Every night,
Down this road I walk,
Clairvoyant in perpetual insomnia,
Pencil etches of truth and fantasy,
Criss-cross my vision,
Fourteen cups of 5am coffee,
Still no closer to reality,

A solitary car passes me,
Like consciousness,
Through my net like mind,
It escapes me,
Streetlights of piteous constraint,
Revealing nothing more,
Yet revel in what they supposedly divulge,
Like pretentious picture frames

Puddles coat the road in truth,
Like any other mirror,
Mocking,
Criticising the insecure,
Haunting the Vain,
Yet my only friend,
Hides the false and only speaks fact

The joy of truth,
Revealed from a fragile mind,
Solitude.

Trump America 2

There will come a time for you to stand
Remember you will be fighting for a dream
Until the truth is truly revealed unto us all
Many are choosing to be blinded by the lies
Place your trust in what you know is true

A nation that fights amongst itself cannot
Maintain its role as the righteous protector
Evil will try to hide and bend what is truth
Riding on a crest of fear that it has created
It attack those who will choose to standup
Criticising the helpless and the weakest
A dream not fulfilled but now lay shattered

Poisoned Words- For Dark and Twisted Contest

You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew in and continued your scathing attack
It all came so easily to you
Viscous vitriol freely flows from your foul mouth
Deeper and deeper the venom seeps

You just stood there laughing at me
Continuing the little jibes and digs	
Constantly belittling me
Criticising the way I look. 
Mocking everything I say and do
Telling me I’m useless
The only thing you could never find fault with was my cooking -
I trained as a cordon bleu chef

My tears no longer flow
They have dried up like my self-confidence
Finally I can take no more
So I’ve cooked up a tasty little treat for you
Added my own special spice to your curry
I sprinkled flaked almonds on the top
They should mask the taste of the cyanide
Bon Appetite!

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