Long Ugliness Poems
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Petals Of Pain
For the rose who once stood tall, bright colourful with petals in her prime.
The attachment of the thorn that settled itself upon her, its true ugliness to be revealed through time.
Lately shes been reminded of why you don’t come near her anymore, your feeling of disgust.
Yet shes expected to wear a mask for you, whilst inside she’s filled with nothing but mistrust.
The clenched arms, lying closed up, back turned to her at night.
She’s been reminded to keep it all to herself, express nothing, for fear you might bite.
With every conflict between you, the one at fault, the bleeding soul, scarring, to blame her will always be.
It’s much easier for you if she remains silent about her feeling’s, to just let things be.
For her the tears continue to flow endlessly, the aching in her heart.
That constant reminder, you both would be better off apart.
With every thorn you’ve pierced into her heart, she has slowly lost her brightness, her colourful sense of self.
She’s now trapped in your water bowl ambiguous to blend in with the rest, for fear of being left on the shelf.
Her now dull exterior proves you prefer anyone or anything other than her at the other side of your phone.
You’ll never know how often you’ve made her feel ignored, confused and all alone.
She yearns inside to be like the rest, to be free, to have her colour back once again.
Instead, this withered rose has yet to be watered and is losing one by one, each of her petals of pain.
Faith bearer roam in every unknown path
of the deep valleys and the lush mountains,
to gaze at the quite, rosecolored sunset
when winds carry you over lily' fields;
how inspiring is the hymn of archangels
descending to earth to impart real peace,
at a time of hate when sinners need grace!
Faith bearer comfort all who are silenced
by treat...breathing a stale air without life,
unable to liberate their fraught kindred;
could anyone who hurts put hatred aside,
pray for forgiveness and swallow their pride?
Living in a free Nation that trusts in God...
is a blessing worthier than precious gold!
Faith bearer you only live for this quest,
to turn ugliness into enduring beauty,
to show no fear in fighting a tempest;
sunflowers grow so tall and sway gently...
you grow in your wisdom and modesty,
pitying the ones who don't reject sorrow,
don't break free from misery and follow...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who feel the desolation
in all its ugliness and bitterness;
at such tender age,pain
could definetly be an obstacle
to the realization of those dreams
promising to be so remarkable
by leaving a mark so indelible...
Those children who are left
to unpleasant decisions,
devastated by violence
and the fear of their choices...
will not refuse a stranger's kindness;
and they,once afraid of strangers,
become the profiteers
and the abusers...
doing the oppositive of what
they were taught!
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who demoralize themselves
when alternatives are the basic
to their uncertain survival...
It's the children who laugh
even in tragic moments,
to reject their unworthiness
with clues they can't unravel!
They walk in dark alleys,
sleep in dark corners...
dreaming of having a home:
like the one they had before;
don't ask for their names...
they've lost their identity,
because they'd rather forget...
than bitterly regret!
It's the children who suffer in loneliness,
who pay dearly for someone's mistakes;
and they sleep by day
and wander by night:
to find that affection
that was denied them,
feeling no ebarassment or shame!
Mirror on the wall,
what do you reflect,
A simple image, trying to look pretty,
Or a self-righteous image,
or a deception of the soul.
In the simple image,
Beauty adores itself in front of a mirror,
Ugliness feels self-content,
The transient reality seems to come alive,
Dreams can't even find their shadows.
In The self-righteous image,
Ego and superiority lurk everywhere,
Intolerant to the opinions and behavior of others,
Thinks simple images are transient misconceptions.
In between simple and selfish images,
The soul finds a deception of heart and mind,
Self-righteous image is like a fading star in the daytime,
The soul sees the image as in a parallel mirror,
Where one becomes infinity.
A little child
Got scared of looking
Into the mirror
Fearing ugliness
Look back at her
As she had always been told…
When she grew up
She got scared of failing
In her exams
Fearing neglect
And punishment
As she had always felt…
In her school
She got scared of speaking
With her classmates
Fearing her ugliness
And the subsequent neglect
As she thought would happen…
In her home
She got scared of sharing
What she had gone through
And felt
As she never experienced being heard…
She was fearful
Of fear
And all that she feared for
To only increase
Her fear and
The fearful.
One day
When she woke up
Startled by an unassuming but
Loud sound,
She realised
It was loud because
She was drowning in her fear…
That day
She woke herself up
To face it -
To face herself in the mirror
And love her -
She found that she was loved back.
To face failure -
And realised that success tasted better.
To speak her mind -
And feel light again.
All this taught her
That she must listen —
Listen to herself
To conquer that
Which had conquered her so long..
Fear!
I find listening to music very therapeutic.
All types of music be it opera to jazz can change a person's mood
In minutes lifting spirits to great heights, stirring emotions
by its imagery and sound.
It amazes me how much wonderful music has been composed by many
(mostly men) over the years that will last forever
and evoke the same feelings as they do today.
Music is the food of love in many ways.
Written with dedication and love by the composer that is experienced by
those who listen.
Our lives would be very sombre without the magic that music gives
to our hearts, souls and minds.
It is difficult to comprehend the ugliness that exists in these turbulent
times.
Violence and discontent that was never meant to be.
Composers and poets can see and express the majesty and grandeur that
nature provides.
One of the many gifts of God that we should give thanks for,
not be hell-bent on destroying.
This situation has got to its peak and will start to improve.
Hopefully, we have learned something from this experience that will stay
with us for the betterment of the world.
If we can all appreciate the beauty in both nature and each other.
Composers and poets can educate us with only twenty-six letters
and eight notes, how can we not believe in miracles.
First posted in 2020
While I stood, on the edge of a cliff,
Ready to take the plunge
Down to where Earth meets its end
Down to where lies the land of Hades
I suddenly heard a howling sound
Behind my back!
Diverted from my main intention
I felt, growing from my heart
Creepers,
Creepers, thirsty to learn more of that mysterious jolt!
Why, I chose to follow the wind
For in its womb was the origin of that howl
I chose to follow it
For who knows,
Hopefully, it would give me a new start
A new life
A new awakening
A new story to write
A new poem to speak out loud!
Why, I walked from the cliff to the deep forest
And met with none
Yet, the howling continued
Scattered everywhere
Blown into each nook and crook of the forest
By the forces of the wind!
I walked into every path of the forest
And followed the riddling sounds
Till I came to where hung in the air
A full length mirror
The mysterious howling, I noted
Emanated from it!
Transfixed, I walked over to it
And saw, reflected back
Me!
Looking at myself in there
Laden with my sins, my curse, my imperfections
My flaws, my fragility, my failures
My dishonors, my mistakes, my fears
My ugliness, my negativity, my broodiness
Why, I suddenly realized that
I was made to be such
I was made to suffer as such
If I had jumped off from the edge of a cliff
It would have caused immense pain to the one
Who made me!
Pray, if I was made to be such
I should make it part of my normal routine
To be in love with myself
And to bear the burden of my own being
With strong shoulders
And a light heart!
Why, as I came to my awakening
There, in the dark forest
In front of a mysterious hanging mirror
The night gave way to a new dawn
And I just knew
That I was now meant to live
As long as my soul's light would be allowed to!
Pray, such had been blown to me through the winds
Such remains my heart's compliance,
And I got back to my toils
With a smile on my face
A smile, which I hope
To infect the lot of humanity with
And a song on my lips
A song, which I shall diffuse to the world
By whispering its essence
To the mighty winds!
For Contest Blowing in the Wind
Written on 19 August 2017
When I was a little girl unaware of life and evil,
Father would take me to the park with him;
I loved the ducks and how sweetly they floated there,
Father would sit on a park bench watching me feeding ducks.
The ducks would come to me without hesitation,
They knew nothing about corruption or evil;
Ugliness in the world did not exist in this peaceful park,
It was so soothing beneath the trees to just talk and sit.
Oh, to go back to those days of the innocent child,
Who would ask father question after question;
Under those swaying leaves with pretty ducks drifting by,
He talked to me about life and nature on that park bench.
I went back to the park recently to visit that old bench,
It still remains as I recall where me and father sat;
Lingering there I watched the ducks drifting and remembered,
A gentle breeze touched my hair and I imagined it was father.
Sitting on the park bench with me . . . .
___________________________
February 13, 2016 (Edit)
Poetry/Verse/Childhood Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1218-666-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into the contest, Strand Choice 3
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
I'M SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL--
I’m such a beautiful girl;
Why must I be enthrone;
Control in such an ungodly peril;
Ugliness, hell bend on sin;
Is the promises of beings;
Satan has a key, but I don’t want it;
I do have a plea,
I shall run from it;
I want to be a safe-saved child of the King;
I want to see my God in peace;
Such a lonely child;
Living in an evil world;
I do have a plea,
I shall run from it;
I want to be a safe-saved child of the King
I have a right to live eternally;
But until that day comes;
I am gonna serve God;
I’m such a beautiful girl;
Living in a sinful world;
My mama’s gone, she died of cancer;
My daddy to is dead;
He was the only one I had left;
I do have a plea,
I shall run from it;
I want to be a safe-saved child of the King;
I want to see my God in peace;
Such a lonely child;
Living in an evil world;
I do have a plea,
I shall run from it;
I want to be a safe-saved child of the King
I have a right to live eternally;
But until that day comes;
I am gonna serve God;
Control in such an ungodly peril;
I am saved and I choose not to be involved in this world…this cause Why?
I’m such a beautiful girl;
And I belong to the Lord and God;
1/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
INSPIRED BY AN "Winter Jam Concert" attendance in Council Bluffs Iowa 1/24/ 2019
there he was
in his white coat
afraid of our reaction
as he dropped the C word
we watched it bounce off the floor
and hang there suspended
no one reaching to grab it
we all sat there with a blank stare
pretending to be deaf
frozen in disbelief
biting our tongue
holding our breath
limp arms down our sides
it couldn’t be
how could it be
wanting to unhear the word
but there it was
in all its ugliness
in the middle of the room
while the coat made its exit
that throbbing C word
loaded and sobering
resonating in our ears
leaving us in shock
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~THE POWER OF TWO~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2020
Submitted on October 21, 2025 to the contest 2025 POETRY MARATHON MILE 23 sponsored by MARK TONEY - RANKED 7TH