every day my life will be
full of pain and misery
not knowing where I belong
every minute I ping-pong
through the hours of each day
this deadly hurt is here to stay
making fun of me so you
can feel big--now I'm just blue
there is no reason to be mean
your acting foolish and obscene
leaving me in tears of sorrow
knowing that my next tomorrow
will not be a happy one
your words and actions have begun
to take a toll upon my mind
I just hope one day I find
a sense of peace from all your gruffness
because you think all the toughness
you display will let you be
full of popularity
but it just makes you a fool
what made you start being cruel
leaving many paths of tears
I'm just hoping all my prayers
will come true that some day
you'll be treated the same way
feeling what you have done
realizing its not fun
being picked on and made fun of
no longer cared for or loved
Categories:
gruffness, bullying, change, fear, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
every day my life will be
full of pain and misery
not knowing where I belong
every minute I ping-pong
through the hours of each day
this deadly hurt is here to stay
making fun of me so you
can feel big--now I'm just blue
there is no reason to be mean
your acting foolish and obscene
leaving me in tears of sorrow
knowing that my next tomorrow
will not be a happy one
your words and actions have begun
to take a toll upon my mind
I just hope one day I find
a sense of peace from all your gruffness
because you think all the toughness
you display will let you be
full of popularity
but it just makes you a fool
what made you start being cruel
leaving many paths of tears
I'm just hoping all my prayers
will come true that some day
you'll be treated the same way
feeling what you have done
realizing its not fun
being picked on and made fun of
no longer cared for or loved
Categories:
gruffness, bullying, change, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Daddy
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/1985
Daddy,
their was
no
escape
from
your wrath,
and
hard hands -
You
screamed
dirty names
at me,
that
cut through
my body
like a
sword -
You beat
me
down -
a man
possessed -
a man
gone mad -
Your
whippings
scare
me still -
I can
hear your
putrid words
ring out
from your
evil
raging
soul -
Your
anger
and
gruffness,
caused
my
tender heart
to
crumble
before
your mighty
stature,
I was
afraid
of
your
strength -
Daddy,
what did
I do
to
cause
your
abuses ?
I
never
felt safe
around you -
Somehow
I knew
that
you
were going
to
get mad,
and
manhandle
me,
forcing
my little
body
to
the
lynching
room,
where
you
bull-whipped
me
like
a slave
master -
Blood
cried through
my
flesh -
And
as all
the seasons
pass,
wounds
will never
heal -
Scars
that wrenches
the soul,
bleeds
forever
from
the heart -
Categories:
gruffness, abuse
Form: Light Verse
There’s a certain force of the rain that flows
That brings the scent to the forefront and grows
On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey
Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play
It only comes when it first starts to rain
Smell that pleases the senses without pain
Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up
No scent can compare to this smell close-up
At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell
Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell
Aroma like floating grainy gruffness
Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness
The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain
Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey
Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN
Sponsor: nette onclaud
11/16/2013
Categories:
gruffness, life, nature, rain,
Form: Sonnet
JAMES DEAN WOULD WANT ME TO BE ANGRY
My cruelty is commensurate to my discomfort
My displeasure is pertinent to my pain
My brutality is because I’ve been bruised in the brain
And my delirium is due to my diligent disdain
When I am uncomfortable an uncontrollable urge urges me to give way to a vehement voice
And thus relegate reprobates to a wretched recompense without a choice
When I am not pleased or am teased by torment’s tongue I betray pleasure beyond measure
And present everyone present with unpleasant platitudes
As I malign moods with misery
And a blistery cold shoulder
yet rest assured,
My gruffness grows worse as I grow older
© 2012….PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
gruffness, angst, me,
Form: Free verse
Power of the word
Poetry gives one more dissatisfaction
than others, and keep only the best line.
The predisposition to lifelong gruffness;
to certain degree nothing but poetry counts.
It's silence more impressive than their voices,
loves a woman more than any on this world
tortures, sadder than others can be fatuous
Categories:
gruffness, on writing and words
Form: Free verse