November wears a cloak that is not thick enough
She is not pristinely white and frosty like December
There is no crown for Christmas Queen in November
She has to follow October who gets ghouls and goblins
Bats, cats, witches, brooms, and costumes
November gets what?
A turkey
an ugly bird
not even tasty if you don’t cook it right
November is the ugly stepchild
the one neither parent wants to claim
They are fighting over October and December
the interesting exciting months with the favorite holidays
November crawls into a cave in a fetal position
An odd hatchling was judged by many,
Life for her was hardly sunny,
Every single good old day,
Just saying his skin was grey,
Why did they say it was so funny?
Was it that in the princess and the pea,
A power was held inside this sweetie,
Such a sensitive princess
to find in such thickness,
such a small pea, he was in glee
Spare me your bitter laughter
Lacking any sense
Spare me your useless banter
Just give me some space
Hiding your incompetence
behind a mask of humour
You're not a good person, darling
for us there's no future
Stop acting so arrogant, I hate it
but it actually makes me sad
Stop giving me that ugly laugh, I hate it
but your jokes aren't actually so bad
The flowers you hide deep inside.
You say they’re ugly,
I only see the beauty you hide.
Flowers should be shown on the outside,
Never hidden within.
They shouldn’t be kept where they could die,
The flowers you hide deep inside.
With every stem you cut off, a flower dies inside
With every break
And every dead flower,
Comes a new, and brighter flower.
The flowers you hide deep inside.
The flowers you hide deep inside.
Grown to have mistakes,
made just for you.
listen to your flowers inside you,
They’re grown to be you.
They’re grown to be shown and loved just as you were too.
The flowers you hide deep inside.
Gray hair aged she dog
Big Nose has very few reads
No one interests in her everyday barks
And gruff ugly sound
Bad men, they say, are known to abound,
and ugly can be easily found,
but if you find a man that's good,
fleece him for all he's worth. I would.
best
elegant, lavish
flattering, favoring, pleasing
gown, jewelry, rags, stains
unflattering, shaming, jarring
dowdy, ugly
worst
We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies
may this year be his last so we shall not see his so ugly poems
He won’t ever be satisfied
till he strikes fear in the heart
of each and every citizen.
The reign of terror is upon us,
rode in on a chariot of lies.
No one believed it would blow up
so insanely out of control
but sure enough chaos is upon us
like a colossal ripe pimple
having reared its ugly head.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
from one side, too old
second side big gorilla
the third, full of ....
She looks like a sweetheart
but hides an ugly secret.
She chases down back-alley gossip
like an addict craving crack.
Her penchant for twisting truth
rivals her hunger for drama.
She’s hypocrite as they come
much like a venomous snake
who infiltrates without a trace.
She’s stealth with poisoned lips
wagging her wicked forked tongue.
We don’t suspect her strategy
while getting tangled in her web.
We’re blind to the ugliness
concealed behind her smile ~
vulnerable with our misguided trust.
She’s got no moral compass.
Betrayal is but a game.
Lineku: 3 stanzas 5-7-5 with 5 or 7 words in each line
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The Children of Gaza Poetry Contest Sponsored by dear poet Matt Caliri.
The children of Gaza show the real ugly face of Zionism
Geese are never all alone.
They live everywhere together.
But I am an ugly gosling always alone.
Meanwhile my family has each other.
Geese are always flying free.
While I live so flightlessly,
They live their lives and just be.
I am on my own and free, but I'm lonely.
I am not quiet,
Not easily forgotten,
Yet somehow
Still unseen.
I feel it,
In the bones of my being,
This weight of being
Unappealing.
Not the kind
You’d walk toward.
Not the kind
That draws eyes or hearts.
It’s not like me
To say, “I hate myself,”
But sometimes,
That silence speaks louder.
Strangers
Faces I’ve never met,
Mouths that never called my name,
Eyes that never really saw me
Still, they judge.
They know me better than I do,
They say.
They define my shape,
My walk,
My worth.
And so, I wear it.
Their truth becomes mine.
And you
You’re beautiful,
Unique,
Undeniable.
You can see me.
I cannot.
And though it’s not like me
To admit this ache,
This shadow inside,
It is still me.
Still here.
Still hurting.
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