Short Condescension Poems

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Pop

He fills me 
Like a supermarket
Bubble gum dispenser
With black eyes
Of condescension
Give me a dime
Eye will give you

A glance 

That will POP
Your bubble


6/12/12


At the Risk of Condescension

Don’t hate the buffoon for his ignorant views;
You’d pity instead if you walked in his shoes,
   For what you would find is
   The truth that a mind is
A terrible thing to not know how to use.
© Ed Morris  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

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How do I compare to you, God 
What is the scent of my desire
that the golden globes you trod
that the grandeur of the celestial choir
to quicken yet the voids 'neath this sod
oblige your condescension into Hellfire
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Forgive

I forgive
I forgive your arrogance
Matched by your ignorance
Interrogated by malevolence
I took you condescension
Your hidden intentions
Your lying invention
Politeness deterred prevention
I’m glad there was no extension


David Cox 31/03/24
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Disillusioned

Life Corrupted
Innocence vanished
Deceit, Dishonesty, and distrust arise
Perception altered from hardships and struggles
No understanding of how to rise above
Condescension and arrogance all around
Judgement from everywhere
How can there be change without compassion and mercy?
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Premium Member You Will Be By Me

His slime is abhorrent. 
His smile is disingenuous. 
His words meaningless as his
lies mean nothing. 
His condescension is unapologetic. 
His disdain is not hidden. 
His selfish arrogance is always 
in vision. 
His pompous demeanor makes 
it easier to distrust anything 
and everything he says. 
If you voted for this you will 
be by me always unforgiven.

On Ramp

My mistakes were of the human kind.
Was told to hold my tongue but was disinclined.
From a flight of winding stairs I fell through my mind.
knavish condescension rendered my sight blind.
In my guilt filled chasm I was confined.
Bloody fingertips on my canvas scrape and grind.  
Self inflicted condemnations unwind. 
I’m entering the interstate of forgiveness that He designed.
Form: Monorhyme

Shunned

I shall not lend an eye
In your direction
Knowing that power
Is what you seek

I shall not speak a word
On former connection
Knowing that relevance
Is your pay

I shall not make a move
Toward reconciliation
Knowing that condescension
Is your game

I shall not offer up a prayer
Toward LOVE
Knowing that treason
Is your heart's intent

...hell bent...on my destruction

Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-17-2023

The Core of You

Just look hard into the core of you

if, for the luckless needy,
 your masked generosity
   springs from smug condescension
    thinly disguising disdain;

if your act of charity
 makes one feel like a beggar
  and you glorify yourself,
   cruelly rubbing it in;

if your seeming kindness flows
 from a sense of proud power
  that so aches to be flaunted
   and gratefully acknowledged,

then, look hard into the core of you.
Form: Didactic

Premium Member Breaking the Silence

“You wound, like Parthians, while you fly, and kill with a retreating eye.” Samuel Butler

DODGING PARTHIAN SHOTS
(WHILE STALKING GOLIATH AND TRENCH)

By ELZBIETA BIENGA

Edited by ELSI TRESÉD

INVENTORIED CONTENTS:

1.	Instructive Condescension
2.	Intemperate Confessions
3.	Indecent Contortions
4.	Infernal Conundrums
5.	Indecipherable Consequences
6.	Inevitable Conclusions

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Premium Member Oh God

Oh God
would that we had spoken
if but in a whisper
perhaps the butterfly
would still its wings
no longer tease fate
ripple time’s auric agenda.

Oh God
had we but passed, nodded,
in civil condescension
perchance
our hems touch
peace may have reigned.

Oh God
how cold the hymns
of echoed hubris
tortured dalliance
dancing ‘neath a dome
cold words
that mimic loves voice.

Oh God
Which of us
denies the other.


John G, Lawless
©5/28/2019

Breathe

Rage washes over me like a scorched river of molten lava...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
The condescension hits me like a crumbling rock wall...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
Flashes of dark violence race through my convoluted mind...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
The little voices whisper unspeakable, horrible things...
Breathe, I say... Breathe...
Clarity finally arrives and my body ceases to shake...
I huff and I puff and I seethe... 
Four breaths is all it takes...
Form: Rhyme

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