Short Degrading Poems
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Darkness
Descending Doom
Despondency's Domain
Deleterious Degrading
Deepening Dramatic Desecration
Demonic Debilitation
Destructive Delusion
Desperation
Darkness
Life
delightful, terrific
glorifying, exciting, satisfying
people, friends, imposters, enemies
terrifying, degrading, ungratifying
frightful, horrific
Death
Tears fall from her face
That is ever so clear
You did not treat her right
You were insincere
You messed with her heart
And played with her mind
Nothing but an insolent demeanor
So degrading and unkind
Despicable
A descriptive word—
That’s always hitting its mark!
Attacks and hurts us . . .
Hateful, wicked, and cruel . . .
Degrades the human spirit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017 (Tanka)
Infamy is not dignified.
Or pleasant.
As the speculation would pool around me.
I would find myself degrading.
And feeling horrified.
Shaking from the travesty-
The one used to keep me safe.
Steeping in the empathy-
That they say I’m not capable of.
You make me happy/
You make me sad.
You treat me like a queen/
You hurt me bad.
You want me to stay/
You tell me to leave.
You say you trust me/
You don't believe me.
You're caring and sweet/
You're cruel and degrading.
See,I'm on my feet/
Now feel my love fading.
Begging, pleading just one prick.
Engulfing, overtaking, degrading.
Please just once,
Make that plunger plunge.
Make me throb, make me bleed,
Let my body feel relief.
Plunge it in and pull it out.
Lifes desintergration in one shot.
Roll the dice weither you like it
Or not
My home is filled with degrading losses.
Instruments that I didn't learn to play.
Seeds that abortive to spring up
Backyard hot tub is now stage.
Books bought but never read,
Plants that perished
Dreadful seats
And me.
Trite
Written: May 31, 2022
The tree is dying,
Its color slowly fading,
Desperate, he keeps writing,
Vaguely Degrading.
The tree knows his time has come,
He knows his death is soon,
So he dwells in what he's become,
Wallowing so dark and gloom.
Though he feels he will leave no legacy,
He'll leave behind plenty of beautiful seeds.
it seems my thoughts about being a sentient being were right
i have all the strength to do what i want but i dont fight
i feel my fate fading i dont understand its degrading
Death apart of life a force so strong a force so amazing
How do i fight something so fierce when im fraying?
the longer i wait the more time im paying
I was not good enough,
Love's course was rough,
Living each day was tough,
So she went her path,
Truly I was lonely,
Hoping someone found me,
But there came another,
Who made me a brother,
Love was like no other,
As we saw much farther,
See,here comes the former,
Degrading the latter,
Replying her letter,
Once love lost,now love found,
Racial slurrs are so degrading,
Bigots are wrong to be so hurtful
and always hating!Names to be
calling is so wrong,Racial hatred
has been around way too long!Why
should any racial group hate the
other?Why can't we all,love one
another?God frowns down at man's
hateful ways,These sinful men
will be judged by God,in man's
final days!
Form:
When you lost your kidneys, you can replace.
Who cares that will donate or having human lace.
When you become healthy you prefer to see face,
You turn kind and never run a discrimination race,
A religion, colour or caste never opens a case.
When a person has sound health he counts only wealth,
Introduces demarcations and degrading for self stealth.
My yearning keeps fading and fading.
Maybe I’m just too degrading,
Or I always fail to please
The sighing talking tease.
I sense smiling lips,
Smell of tulips,
However,
Clever?
Not!!!!
Well,
Maybe
Those I see
Are silhouettes
Of true souls I met.
Maybe there’s a reason
I’ve no ardor this season.
Could it be that my long lost soul
Is yet to be found and in control?
If only I were a boy
I wouldn't have to deal with the stares
the following
the degrading remarks
the rumors
If only I were a Boy
words i have prayed since i was a young girl
sometimes wondering
if life would be better
with a deeper voice
flatter chest
muscles
short hair
I've come to the conclusion that it would
because if I were a boy
then maybe she would love me back
Quran,
A Moroccanian vision in Muslimism,
Rebellion, a sin approach in Islam,
No demonstration, only acceptance,
no arguments, only belief in Allah,
that serves us for better replacement.
greed, selfishness or self extraordinaries,
degrading elements,
humiliation to kill innocents,
to obey satan to ignore justice,
for all,
they faith in Truth,
Allah serves us n't a muslim.
Fate, love, and coffee
turned into substitutable
with reminiscences,
Striving to be free from
cacophonous relics gifted
by your poisonous love
will my violaceous lyrics
mend my wounds, I urge you
a hundredfold of which you
allow no response,
I hold a bleeding soul, but you spurn
degrading you detects me though,
however, we can still endure any spell.
Like an endless death
Every day I feel as if I’m deteriorating
I can feel my soul degrading
Make it stop
I’m getting mad
It hurts too much
Like 1000 paper cuts and such
Make it stop
The mask that has to go up
In order to get through the day
I want it all to go away
Make it stop
The pain of opening my eyes
My patience is growing thin
The lack of emotion is growing in
Make it stop.
The tormenting iron hand of a roaring enemy Degrading while relentlessly squeezing the anguished fragmented heart after all the despairing tears have bled dry
The bite and taste
Of this victim so
Teeth marks, puncture holes
Not just my blood but my living soul
Ashen and drained
I become
Faintly i feel
My crimson life run
Pupils closing
Light fading
Taken like this
Human degrading
Slowly i go
To the darkened strife
A victim of
The darkened life
Inspired by Illyianna De La Keur's " A Deadly Kiss "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/myth-fantasy.php
she runs down the hall
she is meSsY
she is LouD
she is an extrovert
no, she is not
just because she is not shy
does not mean she sometimes wants to cry
being sad and feeling low has crossed her path but I bet you didn't know
stop
stop degrading people based on what YOU see
stop guessing my emotional IQ
because there is more than what meets the eye
because sometimes I want to cry
even though I am not shy.
On the verge of extinction,
Yet battling its way out of my heart,
Like a bird gone rouge trapped in its cage.
Whispers promissory notes that its never too late,
Neglecting the omission of forgery.
Parents nagging for salvation,
But blinded by shades of deception,
I tell them I'll be okay at the end of the day.
Inspirational when all is divine,
Degrading when all is deficient.
Hope,
The contradictory standard.
The confirmation hearings are lowbrow theatre.
Wolf packs of C actors and bitter stone-throwers.
Getting off by degrading, disgracing, and humiliating.
Transparency and truth are a pale afterthought.
Do let your children watch the theatre, though....
Explain that this is how not to treat another human being.
Then take them to a playground.
Leave your cell phone behind.
Let them teach you the art of playing all over again.
360.
My Fear of Burial
I fear physical death because I may just go…
To the fertile soil of light and heat
Where my organs and flesh the worms will eat
Like organic fertilizer be consumed from juice to meat!
To the barren ground of rock and dust
Where my blood and bones diminish onto the earth's crust
Like an old iron gradually degrading into useless rust!
-03/16/2015
(Dumarao)
*My Fear of Death Collection
Birds die for prey
People die for money
Money's charisma slave people
It's power cater each heart to supple
Not careful you will beg as ego chill
Some avarice sell their soul to hell
To some life is easy because of money
So pretty a relationship is sweet as honey
I never told that fiat money people worship
Not even a slight of human pride stop a soul grip
For money rule the world of lust and praise
As human behavior degrading now abase.