Gratuity Poems | Examples

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Look at the way they cheer
The way they rant and geer 
All that desire to learn and 
they leared
I see a chance to venture on
paths unknown to me
I feel it's my plight in life 
to seize a moment i need to be
 For only a moment i might feel
the light of glee
Edited my life story it seems
less in reality 
and more in my dreams
Vintage in thoughts 
Reemed with rot
I am though i aught
to care or to not
Dwindle in my capacity 
i ask of thee to flee
from mental gratuity 
And hope the majority 
can catch up with the  moral reality

Digging or Gold

When you have money
the world stops to listen
The content no matter
gratuity bound

The dollars indulgent
as charlatans glisten
Self-interest the mantra
— with greed to compound

(Septa R5 Train: January, 2025)

When in-laws clash

My blade is sharper, so they claim.
And his hoe is blunt.
Each voice raised is struggling to rise above the noise,
eyeing for supremacy,
living to convince,
competing for dominance,
quarreling to belittle, demean, and degrade.


I found that armchair broken and fixed it.
The chicken you ate when you paid your dowry was mine.
So it goes.


But both are travelers.
Come harvest time, behind those bushes they will disappear.
No inheritance, pension, or gratuity—except what they sent forth.
Had we not wasted our time,
we would have been of paradise.
But we departed with enmity.
We are now roasted in grief.

Goblin Ghoul and Ghost

generous Gus, Greystone’s glaringly green goblin glided into the glades.
giving Ginny Graceful, a gruesome ghoul a glimpse of glorious shades.
gary, Gryffindor’s ghost glared at them; for where was his grubby gratuity?
goblin and ghost, goaded Gary, giving him grief about Glue city.
grandiose grisly girl-free graphic arts gleefully featured the grimy three.
Gladly giving grotesque features in the glade’s next grimy graphic glossy.

short abc poem

diabolical Denise denied doing deliberate dastardly deeds
easily evacuated energy and excitement from everyone
forewarning frantic free-wheeling freemasons from
giving grubby grimy greedy Denise a gratuity.

Text, Talk, and Tip

Text, Talk, And Tip
Miracle Man
10-1-2023

Who are these elite who made the rules on tipping?
and now they’ve ruled on whether to text or talk.
Hands around our throats and always gripping,
things forced on me generally cause me to balk.

I don’t eat at places that add an automatic fee,
for if I allow this to happen I no longer have voice.
I won’t pay one’s help with my service gratuity,
A gratuity is for service and should be my choice.

Now phone etiquette on when to talk, text, or act,
we’re told to always text before making that call.
Calls are made for emotions and texting is for fact,
and now we’re told to leave no voice mail’s at all.
I suppose if I were rich with nothing pressing to do,
I could call myself elite and sound a little cuckoo.

But instead I do important stuff, Like This. (Ha Ha)

The Home of Love and Academia

A Matriculation Poem to Welcome Freshers at the University of Makeni

Welcome to an academic home of excellence, 
Where hunters hunt love in excess
And fishers fish knowledge and accumulate providence.
An academic place above;
Where we build a civilization of love with no curve.

UniMak has nurtured her seed in civilized love and education of quality.
Her breed is scattered all over, serving society
While her students are victimized by Government gratuity. 
Are we not children of Mama Salone?
That we should be left to wander in this journey alone! 
 
We build a civilization of love
As we believe in the Holy Cross as a dove.
We are but benefiting under the nomenclature of Fatima’s love.
A kind and lovely mother,
She edifies us on how to build a civilization of love without borders.

We are the Genesis of love in this countryside,
And the orthodox of scholastic civilization as our pride.
We are on an academic ride;
A journey to love all and to transform society 
Oh, mother! Help us now, as we build a civilization of love in purity.

Each One a Jewel

This evening I sit in solitude
the dark sky of night lays sprawled before me
drawing me towards reflections of all I can remember
deeds I have done, deeds others have done for me
whether the guiding hand of a mentor
teaching me what I needed to know
or the friend who asked if I needed help
part-time lovers who gave sanctuary
from shadowed loneliness
the hurried finality of those passing through
sharing opened arms without gratuity
seeking a smile as payment
each one a jewel which hangs in memory
the world turns
every spin is filled with footprints and voices
tracks and echos hiding in the quiet
giving pause to recollections, from long ago
yes, the sky is dark
yet filled with a million stars from yesterday
when help was given without being asked

9/15/21
contest Islands in the Stream
sponsor Craig Cornish

Giving Godly Grace

Giving Godly Grace

Giving Godly grace calls us to walk
In God’s sweet embracing footsteps of mercy’s tears,
Vital in vivacity grace births the soul of eternal vitality,
Infused gratuity – no small tokens but tips of profound charity –
Gracious orisons from the Master’s overflowing favor.

Grace glimpses Genesis’ handwriting spoken - it is good -
Oblation in offertory pushing aside offense askance -
Dawning grace glazes gates locked by incense taken
Lifting us up, like a Samaritan lifts the wounded from shared dust
Yielding pride’s stubbed toes of smug rightness to yesterday. 

Grace - gift of perfection intoned in pure harmony –
Raised relief, benediction’s signature written
An apple of God’s eye handed to us in ribbons of forgiveness,
Consecrated on two wooden beams at the edge of oblivion,
Endowed with eternal favor – gift for us to exchange again and yet again.

5-18-21
Contest:  Giving Godly Grace Acrostic
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh

Gratitude

There was a time
I felt as if life had no meaning
I dangled in between
material things that
awarded me with 
temporary joy
And like self satisfaction
it felt good for the 
here and now
yet it produced
absolutely nothing
I never learned how
to walk in gratuity
too busy wearing
shoes that led me
down a thankless
road believing this world
owed me something
I lived life ungrateful
but soon I had no choice
but to surrender myself 
to humble
Where my ego was
knocked off a soapbox
taking away all what 
I thought was mine
Now as I stand 
on the front line
of barren
I retraced my steps and
became thankful
Thankful for
Breath
heartbeat
and limbs that move in formation
and eyes wide enough
to watch the moon fall 
and the sun rise
I was awarded with
another day
Days that allowed me
to feast until satisfied
Dressed until warm
A place to rest and 
welcome slumber
I had no idea how
rich I was until
I lost it all
That's when I discovered
I was now living
in the abyss
of my own gratitude
4-1-2020

Gracious Glory

Gracious green glow garners my garden
God's glorious gifts given to me.
Grand gospels of generosity fill my heart
I enter his golden gates with goodness galore.
Gorgeous gale gushes with grace
Growing my gleaming gazebo of faith.
Glittering grapevine guides my hopes
Gratitude glorifies my gaiety soul.
God's greatness generated in ecstasy
guards galactic gravels with gratuity.
Gems glistening with galloping gaze
gradually gather on glass of prayer.
Gradient of gentle graffiti is my language
gullible gestures greeting with goodwill.
God is my generous guest for eternity. 

September 1, 2020

ALLITERATION REGARDING RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin

Across the Wide

There are cities of sonnets to map
Quests of pantoums and villanelles 
To harness, and ride
Across the wide
Tangled grassland of gratuity
Unwritten, unruled
Anarchy of expression
Empty lines can entice
And immobilize 
The choice of choice
May embolden, or paralyze
But the space you embrace
Is where you hear your voice
In the discipline of daring
The dance of chance
The only choreography
You need heed
Is your pen.

11/27/19

For 'Free Verse vs Structured' contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Shared 2nd Place

Poem of the Day, November 29, 2019

Words

There’s nothing finer, in a sense,
Than certain words in present tense.
Words which are incredibly,
Etched on your mind indelibly. 

Immaculate, petulant, magnificent, sinew,
Incredulous, superfluous, to name just but a few.
Sacrament, procrastinate, intestate - may seem,
Draconian, Dickensian, obsolete, obscene.

Gratuity, embouchure, gnaw with silent 'g',
Juggernaut, cantankerous, words which I must decree,
Are remarkably, stupendously, fantastically sublime,
And should be used magnanimously, each and every time. 

Biblical, whimsical, statistician, brie,
Words which are surprisingly, absolutely free. 
Insatiable, perpetuate, onomatopoeia, 
Existential, exemplary, words you shouldn’t fear.

Exponential, candid, xylophone or muse,
Malign versus benign - never to confuse. 
Reptilian, gazillion, fragility, beguile, 
Elucidate, excruciate, go the extra mile.

Psychopath, pedestrian, sesquipedalian,
(That last word I must admit is somewhat alien),
But never doubt, you have some clout, with words that randomly,
Demonstrate, accentuate a sense of liberty.

Lifes Turning Points

Life’s Turning Points 
Written: by Miracle Man
7/19/2019

Sometimes, life serves a meal that’s hard to digest,
A spread not deserving of my leaving a gratuity.
Disproportionately coming from being overly stressed, 
Stress relates its own story irrespective of continuity.

I’ve had some good times and regrettably some bad,
But I’ve kept on growing from seedling to Pine.
I’ve experienced happy times but also some sad,
And occasionally I have days when I just whine.

I remember as a youngster hearing mother saying,
“Life isn’t worth living, and I can’t face another day.”
Now being much wiser, her words I’m now weighing,
 I didn’t understand then but now I feel the same way.



Sometimes I’ve seen a mistake I’ve made, and rectified it,
But too often I just continued on, praying things might change.
Tom

Brown Dog

He’s a brown dog conditioned
in chains.
He lives with a castrated desire. 

His urges are groomed. To be
gentle, he
must be docile. His fangs sink

into the flesh in a red China 
plate. He
sucks on a daydream. Fetters

are unfastened in the dark.
Yet he 
can’t chase that street . 

There’s an ID tag attached to 
his neck.
Sincerity is a strain. Even a 

Norway rat scratches his sleep. 
He can 
lunge, snarl, yap, and is proud

of his vigour. But all are transient
illusions. His
hind legs swell horribly. A vet 

diagnoses an incurable fate.
Heart-worms of 
despair spread in rapidly.

Master shuts gate on his face,
not paying
any gratuity. Wisdom eyes 

open in his sultry brain. 
Whining is 
in vain before iron bars. 

He deciphers nonsensical 
side of  
barking. Dropping past litter  

in the doghouse,  he limps
away through 
experience like an ascetic. 

First printed in The Literary Hatchet

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