Unattractive Poems | Examples

Books And Readers Are Beautiful

I find in today's world,
books and readers are missing.
Where have the readers gone?
Why are books so unattractive?
Could it be the style of writing or even their covers?
Years ago many would share their books with friends,
telling them the book was a must read.
Does the book hold the reader,
or does the reader hold the book?
The style of book needs to entice the reader to read,
starting with a catchy and colorful cover.
Yes, the beauty of any book,
is in the reader's eye to behold and enjoy reading.

Second Chances

First time around, I slowly locked
him out and threw away the keys.
Memories of him fell like Autumn leaves.
In reality, he was a father that I thought
I really knew. But in reality, he was also
a father I never really knew.

It was when I was shown a different view
that he became someone entirely new. After
years, and not a few. After years of dismissal
and irrelevancy; years I found nothing in him
of use to me. Long after his demise, he had
become someone unattractive both in my
mind and deep inside.

Things changed when a younger sister revealed
to me a father who made me feel good inside.
He became a father who was no longer a thorn in
my side. In a very real sense, my life became a dance
when I gave my father another look, a second chance.

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Colours!

Those are the colours.
Which binds together, and then
A beautiful background is formed.
Which mesmerizes people.
 
Which blends together
And forms an
Amazing shade
Which is then visible to us.
 
Whatever the shade is
It has never made itself unattractive.
And we still have a fondness for it.
Because it's a piece of art.
 
Humans are also kind of shades.
Who are unique in their own way.
Beautiful, kind, and lovely
And fascinating for other people.
 
We humans are pieces of art too.
Everyone has different talents.
Everyone are unique and contrast
And we are the future of all.

New Year

It’s a year full of possibilities, though they may come in unattractive baskets. 
It’s a year of goodness, clothed in simplicity.
 It’s a year of milk and honey, wrapped in uneven layers. 
It’s a year of wonders that appear like shadows. 
It’s a year of abundance, overflowing from earthen pots. 
It’s a year of sunshine emerging from the darkness.


January 2, 2024.

The Princess And The Plebs

She always thought she was a cut above others

The most beautiful, the richest , the best

A self confidence unbearably arrogant and explosive

When with her, peoples patience were put to the test


Outer beauty, plastic enhancements, riches is all that mattered

She was insincere, rude and vain

Never gave or did for another

In her eyes other women were unattractive and plain


Committed to a lunch work meeting

At a restaurant by the sea

It was a beautiful sunny day

Being with work plebs is not where she wanted to be


Glammed up to the eyeballs 

She reluctantly arrived

Disgusted at having to be even near the plebs

She went to have a cigarette outside


She could see the plebs through the window

Looking at them down her perfect nose

Hoping to be rid of these deadbeats soon

In their embarrassing low budget clothes


Her negative ,superior body language was obvious

As she stood outside full of false pride

When several seagulls flew above her and let rip

Raucous laughter heard from the plebs inside

Too Little, Too Late

            Now he wants her back... 

      The same cad who called her 
     "Unattractive" and "overweight" 
               a moon or two ago,
                   and demanded 
   she shed a dozen or more pounds,
                          or else.
                 Before she could 
             do away with just one,
            he coldly discarded her 
          like trash for a sexier lady.

            Now he wants her back...

             An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into 
   a sultry, glamorous woman now.
                Guess who's back?
                Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance 
                 he never gave her; 
             the lady he left her for
               has since moved on 
                   to a better man.

             Now he wants her back...
               Ha! Too little, too late.

JUST TOO POETIC

The words pierced through my heart
Shattering every hope I held for her.
Those shared dreams; the house on the hill
Love, that's her name, the cutest girl ever.

Those words linger, echoing relentlessly 
"You're just too unattractive to me now!"
How I wish she'd just left
Without uttering a word.

What an end!

Wonder of My Worth

When wonder of my worth erupts
         and threatens everything I know
Volcanoes of emotion rush
             imparting such a mighty blow

Oh why, to be so insecure
                to feel unwanted and alone
Assuming, surely it’s my fault
    When no one’s calling on the phone

It must be me, not smart enough
              no college gave me a degree
Perhaps, it’s just now I’m too old
    There's nothing left for them to see

So unattractive I must be
      Perhaps, I sing the same old song
I try too hard to fit the mold
                 to finally feel that I belong

I’ve wasted oh, so many tears  
             of my existence on this earth
To try to know just how it feels
             to never wonder of my worth

The Eye of the Beholder

Today’s blessing goes out to anyone 
who has ever been made to feel 
they are different….
ugly, 
unattractive or bizarre.
May you be blessed to remember:
beauty is in the eye of the beholder…
so look in the mirror and BEHOLD
just how beautiful you are.

A Tiny Home Improvement

A tiny home improvement 
Can instill a sense of pride
For your efforts are apparent
And results can’t be denied.

Taking charge and getting started 
Are the hardest things to do,
But if things go as you’ve planned them,
All the credit goes to you.

So today I finally tackled 
Unattractive kitchen shelves,
Adding bright new contact paper 
Meant for folks to do themselves.

Every item got a cleaning 
And a bunch of things got tossed
And the finished project’s worthy
Of the hours that it cost.

Just a minor home improvement
Yet I gave myself a gift
With some freshly covered shelving
And a lovely spirit lift.

Tuned Mellifluous

Knumbed by her beauty
I stood in the fast beleif
she'd refuse my suggestion
of suppering in evening
she stood proud and
 assured that I would
beg her whilst her friends
 observed to sneer and smerk
I stood unattractive to either
but her gentle kindness
allowed me her person

when evening speaks
to the dawn
might the entanglements of
lovers speak to the night

might the crooning of songsters
croon
to make atmosphere for evening
her trusting me allowed me
to be me
unassured and stumbling
then welcomed by her kisses
our feats en lovemaking she
holds me
and makes me
her person
she makes me her lover
might the evening
speak to dawn
none shall know of our
nights together.
Admiration by morning
Inamorate from the night
than she spoke me
to be
to marry
to
marry.

We flew to Hawaii
I met her their
we shared a marvolos time
when we returned home
we married
a preachers stammering
tougne
spoke usas husband and wife.

Just Happy To Be Alive

My approach to life has always been
One of lightheartedness and happy to be alive
However, I recall my early years, expecially my teenage years
When I was filled with self-doubt
Thought of myself as quite unattractive and lacking in people skills
Until I got out in the working world
And realized my humour helped push me through
I discovered people love to laugh
It helps them through their gruelling day at the office
Humour has carried me through my whole life
Through my good times and especially through the tough times
My motto is, “if I can't change things...
Oh well, this is the way it is, so no sense being unhappy forever”
Though at times it can be extremely difficult
I've always manage to eventually laugh at life
I've discovered it's the only way to survive
I'm not suggesting that everyone is capable of this
But it's my secret to a long and happy life
So there you have it... why I'm known as “Jester Jack”
A title of which I am so very very proud!
I'm just happy to be alive!

An Unpainted Whore

When Russia inevitably evens the score
Ukraine will remain an unpainted whore
   To NATO unattractive
   Russia wary, reactive
Hiding in alleyways, pre-Third World War

I Hate and Love My Body

I've depicted all the undesired bends.

Heightened indefinitely.
Assaulted my mind and emotions.
Traumatized my cosmic psyche.
Evaded environmental factors.

My closest companion was famine.
Yearn for lawlessness.

Backside of a fantabulous shape.
Outrage took hold of my dreams.
Destroying my brawn.
Yapping waves at the scale.

I withstood self-upheaval disgust.

Literally, I endure more than a close body.
Overwhelming food scarcity.
Vindicate my own sense of worth.
Early sarcophagus and eloped.

Muddled through to figure it out.
Yauping in despair is unattractive.

Believing I'm alluring as a person.
Overindulging my true spirit.
Distorted me into a person.
Yesterday, I wasn't able to eat.


Written: May 12, 2022

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A Song Entitled Air Mozart

The sunlight
was a bright coolness-
the sun itself-

a shiny
buttercup tossed, its petals
plucked and spread

silently
upon the campus, and slung
into an apartment

through unwashed windows,
slicing a chicken-egg -hued
interior.

And within
the sunlit dwelling, sat obesity-female-
graceless but so...nice,

who desparately 
thought that day to appeal 
to the Spring-lit noon! 

The cold light, 
commixed with the unwanted
(and unsolicited)burn(s)

of a sexual violence 
had grabbed the unattractive entity
as it always does, 

and pressed her hard, 
flattened her and tried to rub
her Irish-

British blonde 
flesh into.. the air...
and she thinks

of this,
and other..things...when she plays
Mozart's "Air".


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