Grudgingly Poems | Examples

nethermost

rock bottom a euphemism at best
sunken feeling of a leaden balloon
deflated burst into shrapnel of fears

they say it’s when you stop digging
the circumference of the black hole
larger than your inflated Ego mania 

and then the trap door opened for more
the chisel engaged in vigorous overdrive
what a life to be had or thrown away

a rescue team waited concerned and patiently
maybe they knew better than the protagonist
of his own demise at the crossroad of pain

philosophy studies had not prepared him 
nor had his grandma with her solid advice
lonely and dejected he continued to slip

out of reach even the abyss seemed distant
in dreams of death not entirely unpleasant
he understood that control was inaccessible 

letting God became the only viable option
reluctantly he considered faith and acceptance
grudgingly at first let go of selfish command

The Love Vase Broken

Was my son vindictive?  My wife just stared at the sight!
There on the floor was the old ugly vase 
My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day.
And my wife know how much love my son had for it.
 
Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive
For he has a special place in my heart,
Still, I feel the pain he caused to my wife, 
And all because we had such a small tiff.

Wish I could see him now; I'll give him a piece of my mind,
But then I'll say I love you, and hold him in my arms.
Grudgingly would he mend the ugly vase?
 
There, he's back; it did not take him long.  Guess what he said?
"Darling, that pesky cat has broken our vase."
A smile shone on his impish face.
Promptly, he handed me a new vase 
A copy of one of my aunt Melinda's saved the day.

NB Fiction

Love Yourself 2

Love Yourself 2

Non-competitive Version.

Who Else Knows 
Absolutely Everything?

(About You...?)
 
Down To The Tiniest 
Infinitely Changing Quantum Detail?
****************************************
And Up To The Endless Cosmic Performance 
Of Your Entire View?

Just Try It.
It All Loves You.

Even The Clouds.

Grudgingly or Begrudgingly... Lol.

Who Do I Know?

-Gray Squirrel

05-18-2025

STONECOLD

Kansas dawn, a new life just begun,
A street lumper's world, where muscles strained and spun.

Associated Wholesale, my first hard-earned dime,
Hombre!s hand that led me conquering space and time.
"Stone-Cold," my handle, forged in sweat and steel,
A girl among the men, a challenge I could feel.

They eyed me sideways, resentment in their gaze,
Hoping to break me, in those early, trying days.
They pushed and shoved, tried every petty trick,
To chase me off, and make my resolve grow thick.

But stubborn fire burned within my soul,
I wouldn't yield, I'd take complete control.
Slowly, surely, as the weeks rolled by,
Respect began to glimmer in their eye.

They saw my grit, my willingness to strive,
And grudgingly, they let my spirit thrive.
The ice began to melt, the tension start to fade,
A bond of brotherhood, in that rough trade, we made.
From rivals fierce, to comrades standing tall,
A street lumper's tale, where friendship conquered all.

Autumns Beauty

Colors fade
Petals curl slowly
Grudgingly
Succumbing
To Autumn’s
beauty

A FAIR PAIR

A FAIR PAIR

Willy the worm would want to wiggle
Just a joke joining in with joyful jiggle
Gaity I guess, giving guffaw or giggle
Delighted to dig and dive down deep
Why one would wish to walk or weep
Continually checking, caution to keep
As surface security seldom seems safe
Worried to wander as a whining waif
Choices change, yet chancing to chafe

Stop being silly, Sam Snail softly said
I’m slimy and I slither slowly instead
However heavy to hold I have a head
No shame sheltering in a shiny shell
I’ll try to tempt you with tales to tell
Quiet questioning quite easy to quell
My mistake made if I’m mild or meek
Supposing no special space to speak
Being breakfast in a blackbird’s beak

None need know any new unknowns
Both born blind, bare with no bones
Grudgingly, grinds grates and groans
Great, gradually going underground
So silent, simply still sensing no sound
Finer feelings of fairness finally found
Basically being what a bare belly begs
Dripping not drowning, draining dregs
Laughing’s allowed, even lacking legs

Violence Sorting

Written: December 15, 2023
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It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.

Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.

Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.

Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.

The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
 
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.

As Autumn Comes

As summer grudgingly gives way,
Autumn comes close to the threshold.
    Many changes come in array,
    Though they can’t be kept long in hold.

Wind blows mild in whispering tone,
As summer grudgingly gives way.
     Leaves change into dark red and brown.
     In time they fall and in air sway.

Maple tree makes our mind so gay.
Its bright auburn shade, none can hide.
     As summer grudgingly gives way,
     All dressed up, Earth comes as a bride.

With autumn, trees wear a face new.
It's when wind blows in mighty sway.
     Such changes are a joy to view,
     As summer grudgingly gives way.

Crazy As Them

Crazy people never succeed. 

Every time they fail-

They were simply being too ambitious. 

Every time they avoid failure-

It is because someone grudgingly rescued them. 

The outcome is always the same either way. 

With them recovering from their wasted efforts. 

So that explains this cycle I’m in. 

It’s not about how much I hope and yearn. 

Or make lists and plans. 

Or even how hard I try. 

No, it is simple.

I am trapped with the mistakes of a crazy person. 

Crazy people never succeed. 

And neither do I.

The Right Lane

When driving, if your speed is slow,
It’s always recommended
That to the right’s where you should go,
As road rules have intended.

The left lane is for passing or
If maybe you are speeding
And middle lanes may help ensure
That traffic flow’s succeeding.

Among most drivers, there exists
A tacit understanding
That anyone who thus resists
Will face some reprimanding.

So driving slowly on the left
May earn some bright lights flashing
Or someone on your tail whose heft
May threaten rear-end bashing.

It isn’t nice, but most of us
Would actually expect it
And those affected rarely fuss
But grudgingly accept it.

Yet lately some aggressive fools
Are tailing right lane drivers
In violation of the rules,
Which may leave no survivors.

The attitude I see today,
Which seems to be contagious,
Is “Me, me, me – don’t block my way!”
On roads, it is outrageous!

What If

Days are like soap bubbles
Nights, like the freight train
rumbling through a ghost town

Of late,
My heart beats grudgingly,
Daily chore, a Sisyphean task
Writing is an ordeal 
the letters appear like ants
scrambling for bread crumbs,
A straight line ends up wavy
and out of place,
I walk with a pebble in my shoe,
And tagging along everywhere 
is a nagging fear…

What if?


~11/28/22
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #53

Between the Lines

The daily start through the curtain shines
Grudgingly opens his sleepy eyes
The morning competes with heavy sighs
As thoughts lock in to the daily grind.

Another day, another try
another battle in his punished mind
Proleptic sighs imagines better times
And a different life from a different design.

He confronts the clash and all it’s crimes
A conscious decision to fight the good fight
The day ticks over and as time flys
He learned to live between the lines.

Transition

As summer grudgingly gives way
And autumn has crossed the doorway
Many changes are on their way
Though they are not for long to stay

Mild wind blows in whispering hum
As summer grudgingly gives way
Leaves will change into red and brown
In time they will fall one by one

Maple's a grand sight to relish
That eyes can never relinquish!
As summer grudgingly gives way
In beautiful dress, Earth arrives

Autumn tightens its strangling grip
Blizzards blow in mightier sweep
The trees are stripped off all their leaves
As summer grudgingly gives way

August.16.2022

~ Placed Sixth~
Hint of Autumn Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh

Diagnostics

Surfacing from troubled dreams
becomes a hasty reshuffling of plausible realties.
One by one, flimsy fibs are tested,
then grudgingly rejected as improbable.

There are always reasons to arise
and remain perpendicular
even though we may be still following
a horizontal dysfunctional track or trace.

Time to chew over a few words,
let flow the in-the-know and bluff
until enough is done, said, published,
bruited abroad, proclaimed
as a hear-ye ambulating truth.

Proclamations and declarations,
that indeed we are all here
listening to each other
explaining away our on-going
disorderly mental ponderings -

for of course,
psychoanalysis is far less revealing
that our daily abstracted, distracted,
rambling perambulations.

Escape From the City

Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.

Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way. 
A small bridge took me to several patches 
Where vegetation grew.  I could live there forever.

All around I enjoyed the serenity 
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon 
Rose from beyond the low hills.

How I enjoyed the evening farm food 
Where I was invited and then 
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.

Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.

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