Inadequacies Poems | Examples

Physics of cyber dense

My ground is pretty solid 
My statement is really worth 

I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force

I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense 

My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence 

My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense 

Use power of sonics 
The diligent phonies

Physics of cyber dense

It's a girl

“It's a girl!”
The female form, the rounded edges
 that soothe and nurture
Shaped and created by gentle hands 
to fit a shoulder under a heavy arm 
Beast of burden
I was formed this way and 
now I am bruised and soft
 from the many blows life has landed upon me
As ages pass,we continue to strive 
to be seen for who we truly are, 
not just the labels fixed to our mandatory name badges: “GIRL”, “WEAK”, “EMOTIONAL”, "WIFE", " MOTHER"
We are all of these and so much more. 
We are none of these and that's ok. 
they forget about yesterday 
when the world held our bond and sewed our lips
When our bodies were public domain... were or are?
Will they repeat injustices because they've forgotten?
The world watches us for signs of inadequacies 

Do they ever dread the color red?
Or, worse, do they ever pray for it?

Rage Forged in Disrespect

There’s a rage that ignites when someone damages you
An uncompromising, bewildering storm within.
Your brain churns with thoughts of vengeance,
A thousandfold wrath ready to erupt.

But do you compromise your soul to feed the fire?
It’s all connected, yet so utterly disconnected.
They have no idea what they’ve unleashed
This inner demon clawing at the gates.

A thousand futures, a million seconds
Pain stretched in weeks, rage forged in years.
Why do they disrespect you to this breaking point?
You give your all, pushing daily to do what’s right.

Are their inadequacies a mirror they can’t face?
Does their lack of perspective cast you as the villain?
You tried to be the hero, the good guy,
To stand on the side of justice and light.

But the disrespect it grinds, it gnaws, it sends you spiraling
To a place where rage eclipses reason.
I want to shatter the star line,
Reach into the void, and grind gold for planet 9.
To fix this fractured atmosphere of fury,
Before I lose myself in the abyss of their disregard.

The Difference Between the Sun and the Moon

The difference between the Sun and the Moon,
The Sun brings us warmth, 
But then leaves a sweaty mess behind, 
Too engrossed with it’s own beauty and brightness,
To considered how much time we spend in it’s company each day, 
Only leaving us behind  when it gets exhausted of us,
The Moon brings us many things,
But not warmth or coolness, 
But rather the presence of the enchanting stars,
The Moon knows what is means to be mortal like us, 
Cratered and hollowed out by inadequacies, 
Alone but yet not, 
And she never knows how beautiful she really is.

Worthy

Wasted time and years 
Riddled with fear
Self doubt and inadequacies
Ensured daily tears

Void of self worth
Failed before l tried
Said ,I did my best
Untrue… l simply lied!

No value to my being
Inadequate to the core
No inner peace
Just a tumultuous internal war

Full of pain and sadness
Yet invisible to the eye
An ongoing  personal battle
With no-one by my side

I gained self love 
Know now my value and worth
No more feelings of inferiority 
Equal to all on this earth …

Waterfall

Cascading torrents of angst
Once more, I wallow in depression
Sitting in the dark
Mulling over these things
Once more I stare my inadequacies in face
Nothing has changed, he is the same
Damn
To think, that I thought I had changed
Fool\
Drenched in melancholic tones
Why am I here
Constantly losing myself
What is the purpose of this
I could blame all of creation
For producing a flawed being
But I know that if I was perfect
I would still be a problem
Sorry
Its not you, its me.
Do I ruin everything I touch
Why does the world seem to crumble in my hands
Is this my curse
And there he goes again
Blaming omens and gods
The problem is me
Forgive me
Sorry, No
Leave me in torment

An Epitaph

The days of happiness skedaddled
And made a grimace out of the wrinkled face
Which in a drunken stupor , saddled
With the burden of desires , unlike a sage
Broke into a lugubrious psalm.

Spurs hallucinated, hampering the vision
Hitherto held the verbosity to the mind.
Brevity , the soul of the known wit and precision
Was curtailed by the curtains making him blind,
With the dead silhouette , bound to be embalmed.

An escapist the rather practical man became
Mortified by the rather inconvenient inadequacies.
Of all the epitaphs ever scripted , it was a shame
Written for one's own lifeless shell , the colloquies
In an attempt to make oneself calm.

New Wonder Wanders- -

Blessed day 
New Year 
a year in which we haven't seen

And what Justice 
Why must us be
Redeemed
Why the populist screams
Free me freedoms from my inadequacies
Why shall I be 
Old imprisoned in these bones 
While my spirit my mind and soul wanders

Wonders

Been given daily bread
Yet I haven't  digested it yet
As I'm laid out of Temptation yet I run back in
Why shall I be old in prison in my bones while my spirit and mind and soul wonders wanders

I may not be the bless  but I' blessed 
Yes, and I still haven't  digested  it yet
For my new wonder wanders


1/1/2020
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Now: Who

Now, WHO

The towering twilight's twinkle tumbles thither thusly trembles Terra's theater, thwarting tales, tabloids, tidbits, totaling terrible troubles tethered to those traveling to Tibet...

An auspicious austere aubergine autumn awning advances, alerting all about appearances, alternating, almost alone, approximately ambiguous attitude abound, abroad Afghanistan...

Inevitably, indulging in ill-gotten information, involving inept individuals inadequacies, instituting invaluable, intricate, including, indisputable intel inside India...

Cool cast characterizes complete composites capturing celebrated cases concerning corruption, coercion, criminality, combustibles, calamitous crazed cold cases controlled comfortably choreographed Chinese counsel...

Now named, nay, nickname, naught, nice neighbor, no, naughty neighbor, nought, negotiable, never, noteworthy, nope, nevertheless noble, nevermore, nonetheless nifty--nincompoop!

2019 September 12

Please Tell Me Why

Please Tell Me Why

Your words are empty
They have no genesis
Why?
In your mind they collect like dust
Retention is futile
Why?
Your thoughts race blindly
Your feelings falsify faith
And why?
You speak in camouflage
You are mindful of your narration
And still 
You…
And why?
Your morals are in ruins
Your pseudo sagas are distasteful
I need to know why
Your fantasies implicate the innocent
Your inadequacies harass you
Tell    me   why!
Is reality a constant threat?
Is the simplicity of the truth too much?
Is life not
Suitable
Acceptable
Profitable
Passable?
   Why insult my intelligence with your lies?

I Remain

Idle threats as the cold wind blows
The lonely rope hanging in the barn
Calling and beckoning me
Whispering echoing nagging 
inadequacies  
And winter holds me in 
her icy grip
I lurk around eating any chemical
to give me some semblance of escape
My temporary vacation always cut short
The holes in my pockets mimic 
the hole in my soul
And here I remain

Across the Room

Across the room,  harsh moonlight  flares
like a blister inside your eyes…
those gazes piercing into my forbidden secrets
and inadequacies,   numb —
holding me captive among lackluster stars
that prowl on ashes of confession,
an untold reparation wrought by pride:

Candles burn while I lean motionless 
In glum of  evening, this evening when truth
Finds us questioning ardor’s devotion --
Until my voice lilts to stir a moment of grace , 
of mercy : I peer into those eyes quietly, slowly
knowing moonlight still flares across the room.


Brian Strand's Ultimate February 2019 Contest

Just Part of the Crowd

I have plucked the glory of the brightest star
and came close enough to touch its fingers,
searched the realms that inhabit its womb
or even felt that wildly young adult passion, 

that I was inconquerable at  21,,, 30
maverick and  a trail-blazer, yet present life
leaves me smaller options in this new generation...
a personal résumé now  gauged by the sum 
of all my human inadequacies and lost challenges 
against mythical idols, godly super-heroes of a work-force,
of a pop culture that in a quest like a holy grail,


I strive to find myself in this new decade, writhing inside
my very core; hiding as a porcelain doll, 
face unmoved---just following the crowd:
Fuelled by relentless doubt, I have no name
which can define my worth as a mature woman--

a mediocre artist, a reluctant lover needing to taste 
the fire of life after being swallowed by cliché- roles.

Moths nibble my pores, staining my 90s graduation dress...
while the luminous star of individuation passes me by 
in a flash as if to leave me naked again, 


infertile among  dry weeds.





Contest for Silent One
'That was Then This is Now     1/24/2019

She Breaks

Neon billboards scream a symphony of 
images
in attempts to sell
happiness
by bleeding dissatisfaction into her mind.

Glossy, crisp pages remind her that she isn't 
good enough
to be accepted by a 
society
that values celebrity over individuality. 

Reflections in the mirror only
reinforce
her perceived
inadequacies
as mascara stains her fair cheeks. 

The gears of discontentment crush
us all
and in our attempts to
rebuild ourselves
we realize just how broken we are. 

But there exists a deeper truth:

Within our eternal
soul 
is a beauty that no amount of make up can hide.

8.30.18

Poem More Than Mere Platitude and More

Platitude is a remark or statement, especially one 
with a moral content, that has been used too often 
to be interesting or thoughtful. 

Poem More Than Mere Platitude

This poem is more than mere platitude;
McCain always did have great attitude;
Heaven waits;
Open gates;
Must give our prayers with gratitude.

Jim Horn

To Remove Grief Must Release Relief

When we will want to  remove grief,
We surely must release much relief,
Too over hold;
Never scold;
Bring no chip on shoulder or a beef.

Jim Horn

Trump is just seeing how much he can
push his power and exceed his authority.
This is typical of a person with an inferiority
complex trying yo overcome his or her
inadequacies.

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