Indignantly Poems | Examples

COME, LET'S WALK TOGETHER

COME, LET’S WALK TOGETHER

I am not invisible; 
look, and see:
I’m alive and well;
blood, bone, and flesh,
I’m the needle in your eye:
yes, that is me:-
I’m no longer a wanderer below;
I've risen high:-
I am up in awareness,
and will not soon die;
and where I go from here,
is in God’s hand:-
Where you shall try to escape,
I’ve been;
where you once held me back,
I now, freely stand:-
Hey, what would you
have me to do?
Indignantly treat you
like you treated me?
What manner of human
animal are you?
How can you viciously
destroy your own kind? 
What manner of creature
would do what you do?
How can you stoically devour
your own for all to see?
What infestation destroyed
your born sanity,
and eventually devoured
your beastly mind?
Come, my brother, there’s still
some hope for you and me:
Come, my brother, let us walk together,
upon this land:-
Come, my brother, let us walk together,
hand in hand:
Here, daily walking together, in peace,
love, and unity:-

1am

It’s one in the morning.
I zoomed into Lisa’s room
and threw myself on the bed where she lay reading
in a near virtuoso, Fosbury flop.
She bounced, jostled by my mechanical bed wave.
“I hate goodbyes,” I said, indignantly.
“You’re not strong on hellos” she said, not looking up.
“They’re so bone-marrow deep,” I went on, “they steal hope away.”
“Did that sound pretentious?” I asked her silence, a minute later, somewhat self-consciously.
Lisa took the yellow, #2-pencil out of her mouth—just long enough to answer.
When she studies, she chews on them, seemingly eating them like french fries.
“Yeah,” she says, “but I get cha.”
“I know,” I said, smiling at the ceiling, because in a rooted and real way, she always has.
I’d be a different person if we’d never met.
I feel very grateful for that.
“Your boy’s flown?” She asked, using her pencil to hold her page and finally looking up.
It was an ironic, near-rhetorical question, she knows he’s gone and she knows I know she knows he’s gone.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
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Songs for this:
4am by girl in red
Don't Stop The Music by Rihanna
blushing! by BETWEEN FRIENDS

Cheers Big Ears

As Reginald Rabbit hopped through the woods
He heard a voice say “Hey”
He stopped to see a teenage rabbit
Wearing a cap with the name Ray

“Hey Dude”,he said to Reginald
“Can you tell me the way to the stream”
“Im meeting up with the boys tonight”
“Dude… Its gonna be extreme”!

Reginald pointed toward the stream
Ray began to hop away
He stopped ,turned around and with a cheeky grin
“Cheers big ears” to Reginald he did say

“Cheers Big Ears” Reginald indignantly muttered to himself
“And seriously addressing me as “Hey Dude”
Reginald somewhat cranky now moaned
“Honestly, the rabbit youth of today are so rude”!!

Lemon Chocolate Peach Berry Pie

I ordered lemon chocolate peach berry pie
Giving my waitress a joyful eye
She quickly brought it back to our table.
I saw my aunt’s expression, she is prissy, old Mable.
That’s four pieces of pie! She said indignantly.
It sure is, I agreed, and it is all for me!

3 Step Poetry

It springs upon you;
gleaming clawed metaphors
struggle to unhinge.

Many-legged adjectives
commence to crawl over the page
shedding endless varicolored skins.
Whole lines turn into robotic centipedes.
Then the seductive purr,
the mannered modes, the manicured forms,
the unmistakable reek of poetry.

The first step they say is 'recognition',
the second step is
to bleat indignantly about poetic license.

The third step is to clean up
after the poem craps itself.

The Night Before the Fall

The Night before the fall

Life seemed verdent through the weary eays
Earth stayed motionless 
Unhurried wind and peachy sky made the warmth more irresistable

The talks were ignored
Persisted indignantly 
Night walks, slow talks, perspired.
The feeling was boundless

Looking at the pale face 
Seeking for attention
Warm touch, small talks, long walks,
The eerie feeling skipped a heart beat

The night lucid dreams were crystal clear 
Hands moved along the cold wind
Walking down the road
The night before the fall

The Night Before the Fall

The Night before the fall

Life seemed verdent through the weary eays
Earth stayed motionless 
Unhurried wind and peachy sky made the warmth more irresistable

The talks were ignored
Persisted indignantly 
Night walks, slow talks, perspired.
The feeling was boundless

Looking at the pale face 
Seeking for attention
Warm touch, small talks, long walks,
The eerie feeling skipped a heart beat

The night lucid dreams were crystal clear 
Hands moved along the cold wind
Walking down the road
The night before the fall

Peaceful Mountain

At the foot of the mountain, vast and majestic,
wolves of history prowl, scouting
for human flesh. 
Lava of history, we took it for granted
that history has lessons to teach,
not knowing it also has false entries
to where truth resides. 
Where, how? Questions are endless
and, as usual, time is of essence.
At the foot of mountain, there's no
tourist guide, you're on your own,
lucky to be alive, when the stakes are so high
and the defiant history takes refuge behind
the tall sheet of rock that leads to the peak;
It is beautiful to hike there, scholars, explorers,
prophets, foot soldiers of ideology, heroes,
who proudly strike and mutilate in the name of
a grand cause. At your peak they will know how
to find someone to live for; the grandeur of peace.
Who dares to throw you to the valley of lepers.
Firm in your intoxicating art of survival, justice
and liberty thrive, bloom for life.
And when the stars of hope fade indignantly amid so many disasters,
there would be lightning and you're able to explode.

Let Nigeria Indignantly Confront Her Biggest Problem

Let Nigeria indignantly confront her biggest problem,
Before it turns her scandalous emblem;
Back to life nurse her quitting economy;
Long ceased to be relevant to her agronomy
More appearances make in the world cup
To with the greats sup
And in mind keep that a failure to Togo
Will mean “No where to go”…

Also, Nigeria should start swiveling her presiding
To promptly cripple baleful insurgency;
Into the nostrils of her laws breathe God’s commandment
That wouldn’t beg a tomorrow’s amendment
And her greatness start reasserting in Africa
To this point impress on Voice of America

The Cat

THE CAT
Oooh. Some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?
When I moved into Beaumaris Avenue, number 4
I met Gladys, who lived next door.
She lived alone with her cat, called Jed,
A big black moggie, with a big black head.
He had saucer green eyes that seemed to glow
And the threat of death in every claw.
His screams in the night made my blood boil
And he left foul-smelling parcels in my soil

Oooooooh, some things you wouldn’t believe would you!
I went round when I could stand it no more
And I indignantly banged on Gladys’s door.
A builder answered with hammer in his hand
But I threw him my complaint, just as I’d planned!
He said, “you’ve a problem, it’s been empty a year or more!”  
And with a contemptuous look, he slammed the front door!

So I went back home, I couldn’t sleep that night, 
It left me feeling all queasy and tense,
And at midnight I looked out the bedroom window
And there, were a pair, 
of glowing green eyes, looking, back at me, from the fence!
Oooh. some things you wouldn’t believe, would you?

Race Card

You ask indignantly, why must I go there — 
mucking around ... bumping up the sound
You say I’m just trying to be a troublemaker,
and you place a sure bet
that trouble is all I’m gonna get
If I keep playing the race card,
		          playing the race card
Keep using the black spade,
digging up dirt in the legal courtyard
But, I must use the race card,
	                          use that black spade card
Getting to the hidden truth buried deep is hard
What have we got to lose, we were told
It was a hard speech, 
	`    given what my people is owed
We lost everything:
our native home,
our native tongue
Our God-given name
Whited bones of human degradation
lay in this cemetery of history
Beneath that rotting soil,
		somewhere lay my stolen heritage
For truth’s sake, I must know where it’s hid
So I went and searched — 
Behind a plantation house of cards,
		buried beneath the slave quarters ... 
my race to the truth has led me there
Why must I go there?
	If you were holding the same 
	losing, marked card I’ve held,
would you then care?

Leave It All To Hell

What would the wise-man do, he asked
A question posed to me
What circumstance has led me here
I seek my own degree
To learn of life, from life itself
I hope in time to know
The secrets of the wisest fools
Aloft and down below

Then learn, he said, go shake, he said
The tree, of fear and pain
And see, he said,what falls, he said
What trinkets you may gain
For knowledge is the gateway
For the lowly to excel
Go leave the past, behind you
And leave it all to Hell

"Is lowly, how you see me then"
Indignantly I cried
"Well, lowly is as you see you
Just take a look, inside"
"For all you know is ample
Enough to join the dots
You're wise enough to know", he said
"The haves and the have-nots"

"I quest, my Lord, for answers
Do not trifle with me, please
I need to know the secrets
Those, that others find, with ease"
"So fill my cup eternal
'Til it brims with all you know
Lead me gently, to the light, I beg
For with you I must go"

"You know me as a stranger, friend
You think me, on the level
I may just be an Angel
Or I may be the Devil
So take that 'Leap of Faith'
And ignore that rancid smell
Abandon all your burdens
And leave it all to Hell"

Mountain

MOUNTAIN

                                                   I
                                                 used
                                            to be stable,
                                       dependable, granite;
                                    a mountain holds an echo
                               like a lover’s kiss. Once holy parts
                       of me are crumbling away, eroded by betrayal
              ~ that shifting precipice, integrity ~ that landslide, my honesty. 
              ?   How long does it take for a mountain to become a boulder?  ?
           Geologists know the answer but you don’t care, you have a pickaxe ?
   and the desire for security. If a woman asks you to give up your mountain-ness,
no matter what she needs the rocks for, in exchange for her love, refuse indignantly; 
                                       it is not a fair trade.

April

April shows up in a rush
Precipitation falls in such a gush
Raindrops hit my head
Indignantly I shake them away
Looking for cover in any way

One Word

Ahhhh! My heart!

She said one word, 
And it shattered my soul,
Once so strong,
My diamonds are coal!

Ridicule, disdain, and disgust
Are all her testy mind can must!

I am stupid,
Indignantly so! 
How ever with such insults
Shall I properly grow?

My heart! The pain!
The sting of one word!
Tis an ache one looks on 
As grossly absurd!

Though as it were,
I must grow tall,
For such a mere word
Shant possibly end it all

I shall laugh—HA HA!!!
And instead I shall dance, 
For life is quite great,
And I still have on pants!

Tis I, a gentleman,
Tried and true, 
Whom shall never be less,
E'en when I am with you!

HMPH!

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