Uncared For Poems | Examples

Vulture

You have shown me
Truly
What it means 
To be a vulture amongst mourning doves
To witness pain, 
Absolute and final,
And feel only hunger 
Gnawing with merciless lust, are we 
On the skin
On delicacies uncared for
With no regard for what once was 
Only what can now be

Happy Anniversary

Just a few positives from my family and me...
To say "We love you" "Happy Anniversary"...
For while these are rare and special occasions...
They are cause enough for a joyous celebration...
So, that the world can know that though married                                          life is not a breeze...
God can give you comfort when you feel you need release...
Man alone cannot provide the things that bring two together...
But He does allow us an umbrella in the cold and stormy weather...
To test us daily in the way He wants us to go...
So, life's true meaning we may come to know...
That God didn't allow His Son left unloved or uncared for...
And through our mate we can have peace evermore.

Be Kind Anyway-Tribute To Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable 
And self-centered 
Forgive them any way
If you are kind people may
Accuse  you of ulterior motives
Be kind any way
If you are honest people 
May cheat you
Be honest anyway 
If you find happiness people 
May be jealous 
Be happy anyway
The good you do today 
May be forgotten tomorrow 
Do good anyway 
Give the world the best you have
And it may never be enough 
Give your best anyway 
For you see in the end
It is between you and God
It was never between you and them
Mother Theresa of Calcutta 
A heart of pure gold
You cared for the unwanted 
You gave joy to the unloved
And you stood by the uncared for
Continue to rest in bosom of the lord

Wishes

What I wish for is kindness and care
What I hope for is understanding
Working together to bring us 
Freedom acceptance and loving
As we join together to support
To survive the difficulties of life
And weather human greed, 
Teach each other about beauty 
And survival accept our strengths
Our differences, weakness, and
To plant seeds and life, train animals,  
Watch and care for bees, water the world
Develop medicines, while some nail boards
Hospitals and homes I wish for kindness
In a sigh, we lost our distant neighbor quietly 
Now he is gone wife and dog blocks away alone
Tomato plants uncared for weeds grown 
So much gone while I hoped for kindness and care
But all now is quiet I wished I had known

Ugly Words

bland, plain, simple, uncaring, unkind
These are ugly words
spinster, old maid, crone, hag, these are ugly words
blah, dribble, drip, droopy, dreary, depressing 
Do I have to say it?

gray, tan, unclean, unkempt, uncared for, unloved
these are ugly words
words that hurt, maim, kill, bruise and make people cry
idiot, dummy, despicable, unwanted

any words that make you feel less than yourself
words that make someone cry 
These are ugly words

Homeless

In old rags
Biting cold winter night
Sleeping in footpath
Under open sky
Uncared for
Abandoned
No emotions ~
Only Silence



Date: 01/15/2021
Submitted for: 20-Word Max - Do It With Feeling Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Abandoned

Like many little girls, 
My childhood was all about playing with my dolls, 
Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family, 
They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me, 
A house made of wood, with balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,
Which fascinated me so much, I thought,
My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.

I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more, 
It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I left home, 
Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space, 
Nobody played with it any longer, 
This should be gone, 
And...it was gone! 

An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world
of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as
her father's vision and creation, 
With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes
to hand in, 
A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!

Darkest Hour

I'd abandoned friends been deserted by family
a sight dark to the end in a state unmanly 
Friends with fake colours I'd left behind me
forgotten by a sister and brother unkindly

It was the darkest hour my life hadn't prepare for
never would I cowar uncaring though uncared for

Anger above all I'd known forcing me to go it alone
in tears I groan the dread of no one but my own

I could of gone back to cannabis or got cans to get pissed
smashed up anything in bliss but I thought I'm not having this

The lonely dawning path before me somehow assured 
there's something more I have leading to a reward

In that moment in an unknown exclusion
an alien in an unforeseen reality
instinct found an uncharted conclusion
swallow pride and let the anger out of me

I picked up and object and let my feelings known
it was a pencil wrote a poem found a blissful zone

Something I'd never thought of saw me saved
if not for poetry evil would be laid

Suffering Love

A love as pure as light, a knife that cuts through any barrier. As sweet as candy floss, light and delicate they might say. A warm burning fire, consumed by repeating faith. What might they say would be wrong?

The deeper the love is, the closer your heart is to exploitation of vulnerability. The sweet love that turns into the bitter cruelty. The warmest day that turns into the coldest night in winter. The extreme cancelling itself out, as if it never happened. 

A dove giving its own pure heart to an eagle whom never felt anything as strong as love. Purely mistaken by the fact that to love others you need to have love. A feeling felt for the first time causes chaos and greediness. Leaving the heart of the dove stolen and uncared for.

Maintaining the love felt cannot be done by the dove whom searches the empty part for what has been stolen, and a love dies in the greatest depths it has been made and felt in.

The greatest love, the greatest suffering.

-Lonely Strangers

Abandoned and Forgotten

Furious females take to the streets, shouting
   Staid matrons join them, newly doubting

Angry young males overturn cars, defiant
   Older men surrender their values, and riot

Lawyerly senators attack each other, at virtual war
   As the issues that really matter, go uncared for

Civility is abandoned, all but forgotten
   A nation's lifeblood tainted, utterly rotten

Fabric of Human Life

We humans are like freshly washed clothes on clothes lines

fluttering in gentle breeze, different designs,

made up of all colours, different shapes and size

created for certain jobs, live under same skies,

we have purpose, a reason, we are all needed

like clothes on that line one day we'll be depleted,

through out life our bodies and our minds change, redrawn 

lost sent down unknown paths looking for a new dawn,

feeling life's burden just like that heavy clothes line 

unable to be free in grips of its confine,

if our clothes are uncared for, not washed hung to dry

they can always be reused, we wither and die,

I see those drying clothes in a different light

life on lines so colourful, useful, soft and bright.

Solid As a Rock

In your eyes, I’m a nobody
Not much worth a look
Left unnoticed in one corner 
Where no one saw me weep
Do I look unappealing, I wonder

Tried flashing a bright smile
Under the blinding noon sky
But still your eyes avoid mine
And you look past way beyond
Do I look blurry, I wonder

Finally, I caught a glimpse
When you tripped on my sore foot
But your gaze seemed ablaze
As if I was a lump on the road
Do I look frail, I wonder

Forgotten and uncared for
I felt exhausted and weak
Under the heat of the sun I rested
Till the storm passed through the night
Must I hold on, I wonder

One thing though is certain
I may be bruised and broken
But the love I have for you 
Remains solid as a rock


5 April 2018

Psalm

Pour down the waters,
May they fall over
The sanctuary so it
May flower abundantly.

May the fruit it bear
Belong to you
The honey it produces
Be sweeter than most.

May the territorial waters
Live like a spirit,
Roaming over the earth
Like liberated winds.

I am the sad sanctuary
Untamed and uncared for,
Waiting for the gardner
To come and tend to it.

It's Time To

My body flips me off and I fall down
Into the sunburnt grass;
It's telling me “It’s time to sleep!
Just look how good this bed of
Uncared for dirt appears in the
Afternoon shade?
Pray, tell me why you will not
Dream now when your
Dorm room didn't catch a wink?”
And I smile at its
Upturned two middle fingers and say,
“Well body, it's actually time to write for me.”

Adore Nevermore

Here is a gift to let you know I still exist
You’ll remember the last time that we kissed
In all this time I’d hoped I was missed
Now I stand in your midst

There is a twist
You slowly get the gist
You say I have the right to be pissed
And insist I use my fists

Then, I remember how we used to have fun
And how you used to come undone
It wasn’t meant to last in the long run
But are we really done?

And I wanted to see you more
But you left me uncared for
I adore nevermore
What can you answer for?

You’ve smoked a lot of Mary Jane
How’s your body your brain?
Works driving you completely insane
You should really abstain

Now how do I fix this?
Maybe with a kiss
I’d be remiss if I didn’t fall back into bliss
And let our demons hiss

You wont be dismissed
You’re so hard to resist
Fingers wrapped around wrists
Maybe we can still coexist

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