Disgrace Poems - Poems about Disgrace

...Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser. He did more than his share of chasing women, and locals claim he was very much the boozer, but despite all of his vulnerabilitie......Read the rest...

...Poetry soup is an international site that values the voices of different birth rights. God created our world with it' varied cultures and tongues. I don't think he ever intended to exclude any on......Read the rest...

...It's the beginning of Fall, chilly days and boring days are ahead, he notices how tall are the pines that oversee all; a rambling guy whistles songs: does he have a destination in mind, or he s......Read the rest...

...Well, here I am again… at my crossroads I can tell they are mine The marker I.D. reads “Between a rock and a hard place” “What a shameful disgrace As usual, I am not alone We are not born alon......Read the rest...

...The day is bright and sunny, The world’s a lovely place, Unless you’re hurt or poor or sick Or reeling in disgrace. The trees are big with blossoms, The sky a brilliant blue, But those who gr......Read the rest...

...My arms are moist, uncomfortably. Standing in the humidity of a tiny bathroom after an overdue shower. Heat hovers disgustingly around my squeegeed sack; a pink puss of skin. I thank the mi......Read the rest...

...As Barbarossa roars into the East. its southern barb cut swiftly to the core. And as it raged the slaughtering increased, consuming any force that stood before. His swift barrage devoured the ran......Read the rest...

...Growing my hair down below my knees... stimulated courtesy follicles, where Coconut, Olive, Grapeseed, Jojoba, Amla and Vitamin E oils allowed, enabled, and provided head start germinating pe......Read the rest...

... Something dreadful do I see, reflected in her eyes. Could be death she's seen in a horrid dream, or perhaps the relapse of a wretched addiction that's left her at the mercy of this rav......Read the rest...

... Random moments drip liquid chronicles through my mind. In still moments, there are quiet images, bold and brilliant, baking their shadows into my dreams. I’m in a sea of brokenness, f......Read the rest...

...What a blessing it is to be alive Driven insane until tortured further and I felt my sins so impure But, I told them I will surely survive Want to find the cure and be oh so mature, I will endure ......Read the rest...

...Adamant Face My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!” My goodness, this house is a total disgrace" So every Tuesday at quarter pa......Read the rest...

...(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There) The student stands where shifting sands of thought, Once firm with reason, now elusive truths are sought. Its splendor wanes, a threadbare, fading s......Read the rest...

...CLEAN AIR Only a few now recall the London smogs The early Fifties, I think it may have been When a man used to walk ahead of a bus As schoolkids, it was a strange time for us Almost every day......Read the rest...

...But why the short skirts Dear African ladies Yet you know the lines On your stiff legs Short skirts are not meant for you. Why don’t you let the whites Put on the short skirts Because God bl......Read the rest...