Short Uncalled For Poems
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Cans lie strewn, litter
tossed away, discarded trash.
Dents - defile, deform
the perfect container form.
Wanton abuse uncalled-for.
The mental stumble,
And gastric rumble,
And clumsy fumble,
Uncalled for grumble,
And frequent mumble,
All while you bumble
Through life boldly
And getting oldly.
Concepts I thought were imperative as a teen
Uncalled for, superfluous items often unseen
A mansion, movie star status and lots of money
Not nearly as important as being called mommy and honey
(This is a fictional poem)
You called me a bastard and that was uncalled for.
I don't want to be your friend anymore.
You're not only a jerk, you're a loser as well.
I'm tired of taking your abuse so you can go to Hell.
Form:
she was artificial
a counterfeit human being
her phoniness is unreal
uncalled for and unnecessary
there is an unnatural feeling about her
her words come across as lies
she is stiff, unkind and unbending
something horrible must have happened to her
at one time or another
This blemished record
Uncalled for and unjust accusations
When did you become a pompous lord?
Rise much higher
And you'll burn in the sun
Screaming my denial
Alone and unheard
Underhanded games were always your style
Can't even say a word
Is it that easy to look down on me;
Your forgotten prodigy
A single word,
that’s all I said.
A mean, hostile word
that I spoke to you.
Why all the crying?
What’s the fuss about?
Just how much damage
can one word do?
A single word,
one word too many.
An uncalled for attack
you can’t have expected.
I really am sorry,
but I can’t take it back.
I just hope your trust
can be resurrected.
There was no way to misinterpret
You were a boorish bully
I saw it for myself
It was deliberate and cruel
Absolutely uncalled for
You didn’t back down
You could have but refused
They turned their backs in shame
There’s just no way to make this right
You had your chance
And blew it
AP: 3rd place 2022
Posted on January 30, 2020
By the moon
I drink you again.
The night is trembling;
ruffles the colossal tears.
The terrible ache of the
illegitimate mercy. I am
not accepting any poem
half-dead under my pen.
The invisible force, bribing
the tears was a grace
uncalled for. I am going to forget
the date of my cessation.
It was a false peace of the womb.
There was no banality
in sending the message.
Death has no other name.
Satish Verma
First there was silence’s unspoken belief
An ocean of primordial nurture
Bright light blinded the meaning
'Let there be darkness shrouded in search'
The Universe an uncalled-for experiment
If one believes in a hand on the tiller
Coined from faith in a material world
Eons later she admits that doom is the prophet
And humanity a failed test of trial and error