Discontent Poems

Distressing Calls of Discontent

Distressing Calls of Discontent 



Distressing calls of discontent frowning upon my brow 

Convalescing with the fall of a malcontent who was too haughty and proud 

Coalescing in forms of consequence that are meant to be spoken out loud

Blessing the tall deliverance of being alone among the crowd



Interjections of circumspections for those crossing the civil lines

Mass

Discontent

They said, "you look cute"
I smiled and remained mute
But, Did that really make me smile? 

Remarked they, saying, you are beautiful, adorable and kind
"You are someone who's hard to find"
Are these the only adjectives, to which we woman are confined? 
Isn't it a bit unkind? 
We don't want to be deftly defined

Why are we personified

winter of discontent

Winter of Discontent

Cloudiness has settled in the sky
An act of unpalatable truth of the kind
A summer sun easily hides 
Old dwellings are full of cracks 
Sagging roofs and dust on the windowsill
Pot-holed roads, dry as clay, lead from
From doom to the gloom of routines 
Nothing changes; life is an endless struggle 
Spring is far away
Then,

Happily Discontent

     millions...
             of dollars 
in bank account;
he's a wealthy man, yet 
            true happiness 
       proves 
much too expensive 
  

happily discontent

when the sky breathes poetry
through sepia-streaked silence,
and the earth reclines, listening
to the music of weeping wisterias~
blowing in the pulse of bleeding paradise,
I swallow sizzling stars
within cloaked scars,
comfortably blanketed
in self-woven wounds.
while you, the prisoner of my past,
keep revisiting empty journals,
lacking crystalline colors of comfort.
as crimson are the lines
across pages of pain,
and rhymes left unwritten~
stretching through margins

HAPPILY DISCONTENT

HAPPILY DISCONTENT

One may wish to own a JW Turner
The art of art is the skill of knowing
And recognising every good earner

The online market for art is growing
Yet it is more my greed I must quell
One needs a real space for showing

With my few fake Masters left to sell
I found a gallery, as credibility counts
For a

Discontent Stream Flows With Happy Memory

The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel 
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.

In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined

Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

now  future
happy   discontent
achievable  out of reach
joie de vivre  bags of regrets
what I am now  what I could be
love the journey  are we there yet?
live in the present  dream of becoming
I'm truly self made  I'm reactionary, dependent
let it be, let

WEATHERING THE WINTER OF OUR DISCONTENT: A REPOST FOR 2025

In this, the death-prone winter of our discontent,
the world lay languishing from mitotic chaos
and malignant uncertainty---spreading a pandemic
cancer of destruction over the body of our moral humanity.

Infected rebirth cells of ancient crusade history
scatter world wide---blown like dry leaves
in chilling winds of cold war seasons.

Here, in the frozen season of time, Armageddon
stalks democracy in the chilled

Discontent

“Now is the winter of our discontent”
Richard III Act 1 scene 1 by Shakespeare


it is now mid-winter
and as I am such a venter
I know this is not what Willy meant
but this weather leaves me so discontent

Alright

I'm alright. I mean, I don't like the same things I used to anymore but people change over time right? I'm alright. There's this constant buzzing in my mind that steers my thoughts into oblivion so I distract myself to drown it out. I'm alright. These distractions keep me up all night and when I

In the twilight realm of shadows, where whispers weave tales of discontent

In the twilight realm of shadows, where whispers weave tales of discontent,
Politics, a guilty addiction, ensnares the souls of the desperate and bent.
Addicts of power, they wander, their hearts encased in cold steel,
Lies and deceit their currency, stealing dreams we once held real.
In the dark corridors of influence, where truth fades and shadows extend,
Each maneuver,

Summer of Discontent Reprised

   Americans were shocked and stunned
     ‘Reason’ abandoned, injustice had won

   On Sept. 8, 1974, when President Ford exited the stage
     The Republican right was left in fistic rage

   While the Democrat left was aghast, How could Ford do this
 

HAPPILY DISCONTENT

reaching-out with love
discontent yet happy heart~~~
moves for caring deeds...
	
midst skepticism
discontentment strives toward~~~
joy's functionality...

though apathy grips
positive discontentment~~~
works for sincere mirth...

discontented glee
does persevere to triumph~~~
yielding thankful life!

Seeds of Discontent

Only the weeds of discontent will grow
from harsh words planted in hate
so speak not in anger

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