She was not a unicorn pink castle princess girl
her attitudes leaned more toward blacks and blues
she could find the horribleness in every situation
we understood this, but not her reasoning
we heard she had a tattoo, guessed it was a coffin
or a skull, or burned flesh, something macabre
Her tattoo was gorgeous, monarch butterflies
nothing we expected, a cousin we really did not know
Categories:
horribleness, woman,
Form: Prose Poetry
Beauty shoes for beauty toes.
When it will stop, no one but knows.
I felt like a princess when I saw these heels.
Each toe was crying at the horribleness each feels.
I had shoved them down into this gorgeous shoe so hard.
Some of them were singing sad songs, like a whipped bard.
Beauty shoes for beauty toes, but certainly not for me.
My toes are soaking right now in a vat of tea.
Categories:
horribleness, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Here comes the company’s biggest stirrer.
I know she has something mean to say.
Maybe letting me know a horribleness
She has heard someone else say about me.
I leave my chair and run swiftly, not caring if she sees.
Let her think I am avoiding her.
For I am.
And plan to do so for the rest of her days here.
Categories:
horribleness, women, work,
Form: Free verse
All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet
Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way
Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap
Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing
For a second but most did not hold a grudge,
Reverting back to the happy joyful way it used to be
Before the event
Not all
Some held onto the hiccup and screech
Wailing and keening
Tearing their eyes out of their faces
To prove the horribleness of the slap
To retain its power
To stop living
And it all happened
Secretly in a subconscious world
Where no one else could go
No longer tidy or neat on
Stanton Street.
Categories:
horribleness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
There is internal combustion
Waiting in my heart
To trigger and blow me to smithereens
It pulsates when people get mean with each other
Lashing out, screaming unkind things,
Threatening and intimidating others.
I can no longer watch the news
Because of the horribleness of it
Because it hurts me
Blowing my heart to smithereens
Categories:
horribleness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
The nation is burning in the form of a hawk
Rising toward the heavens in fiery redness
The rest of the world watches, sadly helpless
Billions of animals dead, oh, Australia, we grieve for you.
The hawk is angry, fierce, eager to maim and kill
The forests are on fire, glowing as a giant campfire,
Enticing the hawk to come closer, teasing her in her sadness
Thousands of homes lost. Oh, Australia, we pray for you.
The hawk cannot get away, caught in a whirlwind of unhappiness
Tethered to the horribleness of what is happening.
Helpless to do anything, except watch the forest fires burn and burn.
Sadness all around, trees lost forever. Oh, Australia, what will you do?
The nation is the hawk, the hawk the nation. Hypervigilant, and sorrowful.
We watch on the other side of the world, rooting for the hawk. Will he make it?
Will he eventually be able to fly up and out and rebuild the nests?
Optimism is thrown to the hawk in droves. Oh, Australia, we are here for you!
Categories:
horribleness, extended metaphor, fire,
Form: Prose Poetry
Man learns lesson hard way
Gets too close to mother bear and cubs
I see the headline but do I click?
The morbid side of me agrees with the curious side.
We really should see this.
But wait. My nightmares for years side reminds me.
What horribleness would we be seeing?
Does the mother bear eat the man’s head?
The morbid side smiles, thinking weird thoughts about this.
My true blue side kicks in and has the last word.
She knows how tender hearted I am, and how horrified I can be.
She has stayed up with me during nightmares that last years.
SHUT IT DOWN NOW! She commands.
I am relieved.
Categories:
horribleness, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
I swore I would never be like him
Not mean or spiteful
Certainly not cruel
God would save me, right?
But then I heard the same meanness
And the horribleness that was his
Come out of my mouth.
I forgot to pray, so it kept coming.
I used the words that had damaged me
Had torn me apart, had ripped out my soul
On the ones I loved the most
Forgetting to pray. Forgetting to pray.
So they ran from me as mother had run from him.
She had chosen dying as a way to leave.
They chose disappearing while I was at work.
Now, God, I am begging for your help.
Now, God, I am wanting you around.
Now, God, I am on my knees.
But is it too late?
Were my ways too cruel?
Categories:
horribleness, christian, pain, prayer, religion,
Form: Free verse
All the teachers were basically horrible,
each could be placed on sliding scale of
horribleness….thus;
1. (the worst) Complete ****
2. Largely a ****.. with a degree of reserve
3. ****
4. Headmaster’s toady prone to outbursts
5. Pathetic but lacking conscience
6. Searching for a personality
7. Lost…smiles occasionally
8. Dominated by all other teachers (easy to mimic)
9. A mess
10. Ineffectual (but sharp dresser, and most likely to become future Headmaster).
Only we, the pupils were perfect and yet to enter the land of shopping, mortgages, menstruation and Mondays.
Categories:
horribleness, humorous, memory, youth,
Form: Free verse
The end was unfortunate
Unexpected and even more permanent
Yet it was bound
And coming for a time long
She needed change
She needed him not to argue
Nevertheless, he did argue
This made it all the more unfortunate
And even harder to in his ways change
She tried to explain it was permanent
However, his ears fell short to her words, not long
To his crying and whimpering, she seemed bound
She was bound
To escape the argue
The droning on and on so long
He was the unfortunate
She was ready for permanent
Change
Moreover, it was time to change
This time had been bound
And she was sure this time around to make it permanent
No more to argue
No more of the unfortunate
It had taken too long
She would be gone, long
The winds of change
Were not unfortunate
They allowed her to be bound
Free and no one was to argue
It was permanent
A life of her own, a life that was permanent
A life that is long
With no one to argue
With new things to discover and a world of change
She was bound
To leave his horribleness, his unfortunate
So to argue about her permanent
The unfortunate and drawn long
Debated her change, yet she was bound
Categories:
horribleness, girlfriend-boyfriendlife, time, life, time,
Form: Sestina