Short Unappreciated Poems
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Reclusive Arthur Dove
small scale was is first love
Unappreciated critiques were rife
for his collage&assemblages were his life
I salute you – unappreciated lower extremity
Made to carry gobs of weight – forced into small high places
I free you – to long walks on cool sandy beaches
Michelle Prital
Feet
Always believe caring…devotedly, eternally, fearlessly, graciously, humbly, incarnationally… joyously knits love more neatly on people’s qualms- releasing something truly unappreciated: very worthy xenodochial yearning zeal.
sixteen notebooks of forgotten poems
lying in stacks in the back of Edna’s closet
unappreciated by her surviving relatives
until they realized what great tinder it made for their bonfire
her unread ideas up in smoke
lost forever into the vapor
There is a poem
Dangling,
Unappreciated,
Just hanging there.
On our November,
A Thanking,
Loving,
Pumpkin.
Perhaps poor poetry;
But scrumptiously odiferous,
Dangling
Unappreciated,
But hanging there today anyway.
Happy Thanksgiving!.
Form:
IMPULSES
consistent
principles
& tradition
practiced
in a
decided manner
deflated
in desire
unappreciated
yet
stirring
the elixor
of
understanding
into
delicate
illustrtion
with gleams
of
fancy
seemingly
strange
yet
so
homely
Though sometimes unappreciated
And always underrated
We have created a family
Unlike any other
We are strong, fast, and powerful
We fly high and light
We are quick-footed
With jigs, wigs, and makeup
Glitter, fake tan, and sock glue
We are unstoppable
There are many ways to say it,
but shat is so vital for the thriving
of all life.
The dung beetle is the hard-working poet
of the world.
Every day it writes its labor of love
upon the hot sands,
Yet no one notices,
and nobody gives a shat anyway.
Fairy tales don't exist
Is what they tell us as little black girls
We go to school
Listen to mom and dad
Grow up and have a child
Give them everything you have
To feel unappreciated
Only to try your best
For nobody to understand
A perfect life
Just
Does not
Exist
My heart started beating so fast I thought it would break
My hands were shaking; I felt dizzy and unsteady
Unappreciated, threatened, I began to run
I had never done that before at a job
A co-worker tried to stop me; she said I did not look well
I screamed and kept running
There is often a lie behind 'I didn't mean it'
A cruel intention in the giving of a gift,
A selfish motive behind a compliment,
A betrayal in a kiss.
There are often truths discovered in fiction,
Goodness accomplished in a white lie,
And usually the worth of a friend unappreciated
Until after they die.
by Joan Donnelly Ellis July 5 2017
How do I feel inside, really?
Avenging your needs, silly?
I don’t gotta kill to be at ease,
But a little pain delivered may appease.
Sometimes I’m mating with confusion
Right or wrong, is it all a delusion?
Potential I have but can they see,
And feel this heat blazing in me,
No, the answer is no, a to letter
Unappreciation is my medicine, better?
cavernously eerie
echoes long dead
frosted over and irritated
grating silence
cold as ice
unforgiving, unyielding, just un…..
woods feels disapproved,
disrespected, unappreciated
rock solid hush dispels possibilities
slate and shale
hiding teensy glimmers of mica
shining like her ice heart
cavern rules
showing a presence
that scares many
Near the broken bridge outside the post station,
Unappreciated, a wintersweet blooms lonely.
Cast by the gloomy dusk in isolation,
It's ravaged by the wind and rain ruthlessly.
Without intention to bloom first in spring lushed,
It’s envied by many a flower.
Even if the blossoms fall and are ground to dust,
Their fragrance lingers in the world forever.
(Tran.)
Silent hours of deepest night
Awake pondering creation
Age has me salient of fact
We are transitory creatures.
Endless youthful years
Quite unappreciated
Oblivious to impermanence
Carefree and careless.
Maturity an insidious process
Step by step awareness grows
Innocence overtaken by age
Ruminating in night's silent hours.
Pixabay image by: ArtTower
The good things in life,
While all around us,
Too often go unnoticed,
Unappreciated simply
Because they are all around us.
Things like water and air,
Firm Earth and Sun’s light,
And not least, each other,
The companionship of fellows
Be they human or otherwise.
What really matters
Is the companionship
Sharing this life
For better or worse;
Always a blessing.
(11/20/25)
She has worn out her welcome, that,
Like an old, scuffed-up welcome mat
So much poorly written verse,
It could not possibly get any worse
I suspect she probably knows it, too,
That she is wearing thin as an old shoe
So, it is time that she put it to rest
Like any most unappreciated guest,
And take up another hobby of sort
For at poetry, she is coming up short.
Written August 31, 2021
All I wanted was simple
to be held, to be noticed
to feel like I mattered
in someone’s quiet way.
But here I a
reaching out into nothing
hoping for a hand
to remind me I’m still whole.
And it hurts
not like a cut or a bruise
but like a heart
that kept believing too long.
I only wished for a thank you
a soft word, a nod
but what I get instead
is silence that feels like a slap.
INTENTION
transcendent
dynamic
turbulent
consolation
overlooking
tonal
varitions&
possibilities
a
disjunctive
predictions
in a
discrete
prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite
though
charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated
surreal
feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated
You stood by me through thick and thin.
In days when few comments, were coming in.
You saw in me a poet, possible.
That belief from you, made things, accessible.
Grand talent you are, so very unappreciated.
For you, I wish the best, so poetically educated.
Happy Birthday special friend.
Your fine, classical poetry I do commend!
With love and best wishes,
Panagiota
Why is it no matter
how hard I try, you're
never satisfied.
I always try to do
my best to keep
you happy...
But lately things
between us ain't
going right, and
I've run out of
options.
Is it that you just
want to use me,
and play with my
heart...
Knowing I'm vulnerable,
because I love you so
much...
Cause if that what you
want, then this is the end
for us.
Written by: Poet Shi
Autumn’s rumor
is spread in turning trees,
revealed like stains
on hems
of far Missouri hills.
Few search
or care or know
your soft fruit—
few dare taste
tart sweetness—
trouble
to spoon aside
infestations
of seeds.
Like seasons,
they go to waste—
not savored,
unused, unappreciated—
burled relatives,
overripe pawpaws
past remembering,
lingering
as age spots of early fog
on winter’s
stern harvest.
I wrote about love like I knew it,
But with time my love has abandoned me.
Left cold and unappreciated, I still claim to
Know the words I wrote were true.
Love given but not received is still love indeed, but
Loving another does not make them love you.
Still, I experienced the pains, the blessings and
The bliss love brings. But to love,
And to be in love are two separate things completely.
Like breathing was easy.
Form:
To you I'm a number
A census head count
A baseline, statistic
Not special
Tantamount
A blip on a radar
A bump in the road
I'm just human traffic
A bipedal drone
I'm only a age range
A line on a graph
A check with a Bic pen
A dot on a map
I want you see me
Know who I am
That I breathe,
That I'm tangible
Just touch me again
Show me you want me
Tell me I count
Not one of the masses
Not common
Tantamount
Keep me off your mind in other words don’t mind me
Because when you were always on my mind your mind was on other things
And now that you’re off my mind you finally realized what you were missing
No wait, what you ignored because while I had a fairy tale plan in store, you wanted to write your own story and in this story I’m the floor
No respect but needed and walked all over
Over and over we’re over no more
P.S. I hope you can walk on air