Short Resenting Poems
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Youth
fledgling, callow
generation rising, aging, accepting
cars, jobs, regrets, pains
secluding, denying, resenting
tolerating, unaccepting
adulthood
Laughter
Spontaneous, Unexpected
Gurgling, Bubbling, Bursting
Children, Grandmas, Curtains, Funeral
Hurting, Suffering, Resenting
Lonely, Painful
Despondency
Freeloaders
Those who feel entitled to what others have
While envying and resenting them for having it;
Isn’t this a second cousin to an oxymoron?
Tom
Just an evergreen
Using its sheen,
Notably seen
In a pattern pristine,
Presenting a keen,
Earthy fragrance clean,
Releasing into air serene.
Visions of old
Visions of new
coming silently
begging through
Greed and power
betrayal strong
refusing rejection
motives wrong
unseen spirit
sends whispers
answers for hatred
lies within a narcissistic face
changing many profiles , going unnoticed, resenting , pretending.
I broke an important flower vase
My heart is numb from this stupidity
the MADNESS continues,
insensitive words
Selfish deeds
Whining
I cannot blame you for resenting or ridiculing
the clumsiness that is me,myself alone
it is not easy being I these days
Sadness today
Tomorrow,who knows?
Form:
I saw you watching me
as I fingered my collarbone,
unconscious of the world.
It's strange how slow old scars can fade.
You felt the need to comment
on how easily I lose myself
to another place. I know it's true,
but I couldn't help resenting
the way you said it.
"Maybe you are only fantasy,"
was my reply.
two gleaming shiny cars
how much do they know?
they have taken our family on many journeys
they have seen our anger
Do they make fun of us
Behind our backs?
Maybe in front of our faces?
How can we shame or punish them
if we don’t know?
I stare at the cars in my driveway
resenting their feeling of superiority
I live here in the city
ground that was void
So i pray for my longing
my cry when I was free ...
People here don't grow
any gesture, of humanity
resenting bitterness that show
even unable to have sanity ....
Coexist badly, hardly without living
So i live well or worse just to live ...!
She’s fighting me all the way.
She won’t hear it.
It’s a definite detriment,
to the spirit.
Perhaps it’s the way
I’m presenting it,
She wastes our time,
just resenting it.
The Lord somehow
Has me in training,
and uses these heartaches,
for explaining.
“There, there now,
My little fool,
It’s so simple,
My Golden Rule.”
love
romantic, passionate,
inspiring, conquering, transcending,
tenderness, devotion, bitterness, animosity
loathing, resenting, vilifying,
ruthless, revengeful,
hate
Date written: 11/21/2020
After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.
Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.
I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.
Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.
In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.
SATISH VERMA
After a face – off
you toss the coin
resenting the liquid fame.
Frame extracts the price
of picture.
Compassion for the artist was missing.
I suffer in mid moon
between darkness and light
clarity of rags was improving.
Homage is now going to hurt
after the fall of ego, in
ending of alchemy.
In spite or sorrow
a face drills holes
in my wheels.
SATISH VERMA
Form:
Only the love-birds will know
it was time of inquisition.
There was a lot of prodding in
the neighbourhood.
A voice without sound
was resenting with guilt-virginity
and the bell tolls
for a zero hour.
The entrusted trust was
still moving off the transparency.
Was it not a weird night ?
The newly hatched babies,
jutting out their necks
from their clay homes were
to know the roots of verbs.
Satish Verma
Form:
Only the love-birds will know
it was time of inquisition.
There was a lot of prodding in
the neighbourhood.
A voice without sound
was resenting with guilt-virginity
and the bell tolls
for a zero hour.
The entrusted trust was
still moving off the transparency.
Was it not a weird night ?
The newly hatched babies,
jutting out their necks
from their clay homes were
to know the roots of verbs.
Satish Verma
Form:
Sour grapes make for the most
bitter wine.
I drink from it daily
Seeing lives I wish to lead
Moments I wish were mine
Familiarity breeds contempt
Brewing this hatred inside
No longer happy for you
No longer living through you
But resenting you
Questioning, why you
Not me
Turning all these sweet things
sour
Turning all this love into
rancour
Turning these brown eyes,
green
Filling my glass to the rim
I take another sip.
Lily, light and frilly,
On the may day break;
She mounts upon the hill
Engulfed by the morning dew,
In gaeity she blossoms wide and fair,
Beset upon the breast,
Of yellow, green distended bed.
Oscillating with the glorious wind,
Pleased to be a fleeting flower;
Neither deploring nor resenting,
It's petite existence,
Coming to approbate, life is short but fair,
Gradient, soft and delicate,
A momentary dream in tune.
Unanswered
Feeling abandoned
while in his presence
years of absentee love
Thoughts wrestling with reasons
for feeling the detachment or delay
of what should come naturally, paternally,
These things you have confided
with eyes cried out and thirsty
your soul saturated with tears of its own
My heart cries for yours that is conflicted
loving and resenting the one
from whom you seek validation and attention
and pray for its peace.
-Laura P.