Short Uglier Poems

Short Uglier Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Uglier by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Uglier by length and keyword.


Bald Faced

Larry Higgs insisted on having a beard
although his wife said it made him look weird.
One day while using a lathe
he got too close by a shave.
Alas, he's uglier than she had feared.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Hypocrisy doesn't get any uglier than this

        We are not anti-Jewish
          We're only 'anti-Israel,' you see

        So, your Jewish Chanukah celebration is canceled
          ~ it implies we support the Israelis
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Become the Swan

Example for my contest which is what I call a "Charlie-Quadku" (lol)

outside the shell 
the ugly duck 
without true heart... 
gets uglier
 
the ugliest 
of the ugly 
with a true heart... 
becomes the swan
Form: Haiku

Uglier This World, Felt Lost In

Though thicker, deeper lost in
No wood is gloomier
Than who's imaginnings within
Shape a myth, shadowless.
Oft through life's walk have been that child.
And with fear, their breeder
In day's midst, just so for friends' lack
Felt crowd round troll's likeness.
Form: Rhyme

Dead women

"Dead women, they haunt the bars, the streets, my bed. Memories of broken bottles and cigarette burns. 
You never escape their shadows; they cling like smoke to an old suit. 
They’re quiet now, but the silence screams louder than any of their words ever could. Life is uglier."


Premium Member My Mood Today

Today I’m a blob
a slob
a glob
a perturbed mob hob
don’t ask me what it means
you will be peter fink snob
you’re ugly and spoiled
and it’s not your business you see,
so get away and stop pestering me.
today I’m a blob, a snob, a glob, 
a perturbed mob hob.
uglier and more surly than
a spilled kernel of a sassy
Iowan corn cob.

Do You Care To Know My Name?

No one knows my name
I’m known as “their older sister”
You feel such pity for me
Yet you don’t care to know my name

The “uglier” sister
The “odd” sister
The “other” sister
Yet you don’t care to know my name

I’m tired of being the other sister
I’m tired of not being acknowledged
I just want to be seen
I want you to know my name
sad

Premium Member Eye of the Beholder

Told beauty is in the eye of the beholder I realize I’m getting uglier as I grow older, My fair skin is now blotched and fine-lined And any beauty increasingly hard to find. Mirrors, constant purveyors of bad news, Only bring solace when I realize, for sure, People who look at me see different views!
Written July 16, 2022

Premium Member She Stopped Being Pretty

she reached for another cigarette
her face falling apart
cracked and parched
her throat scratchy
her children begged her to stop

her anxiety floated away
as her fix was given
she got uglier 
her teeth turned yellow
she stopped being pretty

cancer of the mouth
her tongue was gone
she kept lighting up
her tears never sated
her life over

Happy Birthday To Poetry Soup Poet Laureate Richard Pickett

HERE'S WISHING YOU A BUCKET OF THE BEST,
FOR HAVING REACHED THAT GOLDEN CREST,
I MYSELF CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT FAR BACK,
TO THE TIME WHEN I BROKE YOUTH'S BACK...

BUT WISHING YOU THE BEST FOR THE NEXT MANY YEARS,
YOU'LL ONLY GET UGLIER AND WISER SO BELAY YOUR FEARS.
MAY YOUR HEART BE FILLED WITH JOYFUL TEARS,
MEANWHILE, KICK BACK WITH A COUPLE A BEERS.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Legend of White Widow

So, Miss Alanna, you aren't the only one inside,
and you thought I, was some uglier guy.
You should look around, there isn't much time.
I'm as ugly as they come, and I'll keep You alive.

Oh, Miss Mitsopolis,
you're the deadliest kind.
You conceal cold steel,
butterfly, on your thigh.
With a flick of the wrist,
You won't blink an eye.
Oh, Miss Mitsopolis,
You make grown Men Die!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Living Next To a Lawnmowing Neighbor

The lawn mower next door has ruined my day.
Droning on and on and on louder and uglier than a bee’s buzz.
Constant droooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooning.
Nonstop from seven a.m. to seven p.m. Every Saturday.

Saturday after Saturday after Saturday after Saturday.
Today the lawnmower finally stopped. And it is Saturday!
A police officer stopped by to tell me the sad news.
My neighbor had been murdered; I pretended I did not already know.

Puppy

I know these puppies
They are very pain in ass
It’s not very hard to have fun with them
They will follow you
They are all different sizes
These puppies are no other
Like other dogs
Yes they are puppies
Puppies are like children
They will cry and throw a fit
They are huge pain in the ass
They are still children
They are puppies
Some are ugly
Some are very uglier
There is only one I like
He is black
The rest is not bad
Just a bunch of puppies
Form:

Abc Me

Again, its ime to
Be like a
Child who
Doesn't care that
Each letter must
Find itself joined to another to
Go on a
Hunt
In search of
Just the right combination to
Kindle an alphabet
Lyrical run, but, instead
Marches more
Nearly into an
Obnoxious oblivious
Pursuit to pick up
Quickly a
Rhyme
So sublime its stomach
Turning and grows
Uglier than
Vericose veins or
Wilder than an
Xotic ... (oops, forgot the "e")
Yippety
Zippety-doo-day day!!
© Sue Mason  Create an image from this poem.
Form: ABC

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