Short Unappealing Poems
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Frozed up; but unappealing
To no eye, waited to be
Becharmed; bewitched! See!
Through this fame in snow's feature.
Holy, high-domed; the east o'er
Exalted more'oer.
A man’s lack of worth, because of dismal origin,
We should never presume
For
Out of, the unappealing thorny body of a cactus,
The prettiest flowers bloom!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
04 MARCH 2015
Smugness in human behaviour
Is such an unappealing trait
A smug word ,a smug smile
Only provokes hate
If a smug superior attitude
Is all you offer and deliver
Zip your mouth and lock it
And throw the key in the river!!
Talked Over:
Unappealing,
non-vocal,
nearly invisible
Looked Over:
Too young,
too old,
too short
Passed Over:
Avoided,
Unconnected,
ignored
Crossed Over:
Misaligned,
marked off
Worked Over:
No longer desired,
Over utilized
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Desperately seeking you
with new ideas
new feelings
new challenges
I want that spark
an interest to hold my focus
monotony is unappealing
boring me deeply
entice me with the reason
seeing you each day
get me off intellectually
stimulate me physically
then I'll be verbal
saying..."Aaaaahhhh!"
Form:
Misunderstood and used,
Insane, but always amused.
Secretive, worried, helpful,
Past is cloudy and dull.
Antisocial, big personal bubble,
Always running away from the troubles.
Runs head and helmet into everything,
All of her desires, closed, unappealing.
Too trusting, kept in the dark, curiosity got the better,
Covering up everything below, no one will forget her.
The apple....is what appeals,
desire to possess,undressing zeal
intoxicating is the power,in which you feel.....
Unappealing,is it's corruptive force
burning fires which entice divorce,but,
divorce from a higher source,our higher course,
distractive attractions which create the porous.....
Containers made defective,never able to hold the light,
the lustful desires,are what's presented,and which we must fight.....
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This is complete nonsense
Have you no conscience?
This means nothing
You’re just bluffing
Call this art?
You should tear it apart
It has no feeling
Most unappealing
Put it to scrap
This load of crap
Sod off
Blah, Blah, Blah
Hah, Hah, Hah!
I'm surprised.
I'm surprised when people walk away from my honesty
I'm surprised when I am judged.
I would think I wouldn't be surprised anymore.
Because, it has happened to me more than once.
I'm learning slowly and painfully, that it doesn't matter
what people think of me.
It matters what I think of me.
And, if I like myself, surprise!
I don't walk too near those who find my honesty unappealing.
I don't walk to near those who would judge me.
This is the hub of Angels; by which I call a city
A concrete jungle of building that's never been pretty:
Culture in place for the unappealing disparity at its center
Come! And waver off on years of aimless wandering when you enter
The Angels must’ve failed; their endowments left unfilled
Our authenticity is a euphemism; a place by where dreams are killed
We follow the hoods of lavish cars that lead us to the sea
Must be that it’s an easy place to douse in our vanity
What I enjoy might very well be
Something you despise.
The things that light me up may be
Unpleasant to your eyes.
But that’s what makes the world go round;
Variety’s the spice.
What you find unappealing
Could, to me, be paradise.
There are no rights or wrongs when you
Account for someone’s taste.
Endeavors at persuasion,
In most cases, are a waste.
It’s best for all to nod our heads,
Accepting as a fact
That what one finds repellent
May another thus attract.
Without looking for love
I entered the day
The day that Valentine
kept our way
When others would find him
too ugly to be
For type that we wanted
as not for see
That only as title
was Vatican had
When claimed by his fortune
as making us mad
History: I should mention that St. Valentine was chosen by the Catholic Church and that the people rejected him for his unappealing manor and looks and offered up another choice man for the position that the Vatican rejected.
Sadness.
Sadness is not an emotion.
But yet a simple harmonic motion.
Beats on you like an ocean.
Sadness is not a feeling.
People think of it as so unappealing.
But its very self-healing
Sadness is not a sentiment.
Nor is it a presentiment.
They keep it in a tenement.
Sadness is a tower.
Must nurture it like a flower.
Drunk love, like whiskey sour.
Sadness is enjoyable pleasure.
Yet you think of it as a displeasure.
You must keep it clean like a white feather.