Uncomfortably Poems | Examples

this is why no one likes you

no one was saying anything to the bully.
some people were laughing uncomfortably
the woman was berating and belittling her six-year-old boy
my four-year-old daughter walked up to her and said,
“This is why no one likes you. You are mean and you are a bully.”
the woman burst into tears and ran home.
Another mother and I made eye contact.
Ashamed that only a child had stood up.
But I was proud that she was my child.

all over again

i step out of the shower
i let the steam moisten my skin once more,
my wet foot steps pitter patter on the cold bathroom floor,
only once will i ever feel this clean 

i stepped into the mirrors view,
no longer scared to hold my gaze at my body
this was me, why shouldnt i look at myself?

my eyes glare into my body like it was something they shouldnt have seen,
i felt terrified, i scratched at my skin uncomfortably

i grabbed my clothes and put them on, only to stare back at the mirror,
this reflection was nicer,
well put together, and covered.
nobody could harm me like this, not anymore. 

my mind was now foggy, and clouded,
instead of now feeling amazing,
i felt disgust, i wanted to sob.

the mirror steamed up once again, i quickly wiped it off
i held back the tears, only to feel a lump growing in my throat,
the terror and worry crept back into my mind.

because even though i had just took a shower,
i felt so dirty,
all over again.

Time

Three days ago. 
43 minutes began. 
To count down. 
I hear it. 
Time continues. 
And holds on. 

43 minutes ago. 
Was when I started my day. 
Days, and days, and days. 
Eyes endlessly blinking. 
Then the prodding continues. 

46 minutes ago. 
I remember things. 
Like hanging up my coat. 
Again, and again. 
My coat is probably disintegrated by now. 
I hate how minutes.
Are trying to deceive me. 

Five days ago. 
I ate breakfast. 
So clearly, I had pancakes. 
I ate a hundred pancakes. 
I’m convinced that a pancake is following me. 

Five days and four hours ago. 
I was driving in my car. 
I didn’t die or something. 
But something happened. 
The eclipse or something. 
It followed me home. 

43 minutes.
I stood a few feet from here. 
Looking at myself hanging my coat, I am glaring at my future self. 
Getting nothing done. 
My feet are holding me up uncomfortably. 
Feet going numb.

She gave me a call. 
Two minutes ago. 
When the 43 minutes started. 
I let it go to voicemail. 
I think they are evil and about to come through the portal. 

43, 46 minutes, 4 hours, and five, three days.

And I still haven’t hung up my coat.

Wednesday is the Kicker

I dilly dally my way through a regular Monday
Icy rain covers my driveway by three o’clock
I slip and slide on it, weather reports come in
Monster storm is coming; the kind you get once in a century

My friends begin calling me
Do I have enough food and water?
I have enough to last six to eight months.
Also a hundred pounds of dog food for my two pony dogs.

Tuesday I awake to snow as tall as my porch
It is not bitter cold, but it is uncomfortably cold.
Wednesday is the kicker.
We are supposed to have more snow, more ice and fifty mile an hour winds.

My feet are cold tonight; I wonder how things will go in the morning.
Our temperature is going to drop from 28 to 16 degrees.
The interstates and highways around and through Kansas City are closed.
Mayor asks us to all stay home; schools are cancelled.

The electric company sent us a notice to expect outages.
Monster storm, you deserve a name.
I will call you Monster Helen after the meanest teacher I ever had
And the nicest teacher I ever had, both named Helen.

red hot sun

the sun’s temperature exceeded the absoluteness of herself
every day this week had been one hundred and six or higher
I saw the sun now as oranges and reds, no longer innocent yellow
What is she doing to us? I wondered, will we perish?
Will it be our own fault? Because of what we have done to the ozone layers?
Too sticky and humid to think, the worst uncomfortably hot.
Her orange eyes bored through the guilt of my soul.
I was not innocent in this.

wedding cake told us what we knew

We suspected as much before we saw their wedding cake
With the bride raising the groom in the air, our friend Lake
Lake laughed uncomfortably, being embarrassed a tiny bit.
I was kind of hoping that this guy would not go through with it.

But they got married, and she spun him around.
She was the bossiest woman he could have ever found.
We heard a bit later that Lake went underground.
I figured out where he was, but he made not a sound.

We Wont Act Like That

Newlyweds in Michigan City trailng tin cans pause at the stoplight.
Car hauling distraught looking man on a rope races out of sight
You don’t suppose that’s her husband! The new groom said.
Oh yes it is, said the bride. He’s my uncle, his name is Ted.

But it says they have been married thirty years.
My Aunt Agnes is awful, she told him, thus, his tears.
The new groom stared at his bride uncomfortably.
We won’t act like that he said. She smiled and said “we shall see.”

Uncomfortably Comfortable

Poetry is a seat you struggle to get comfortable in and when you do you change seats.


John G. Lawless
©8/14/2023

You Are Your Own Sous Chef

Struggling with this silent internal war. A smile on the outside today, is what I fixed and uncomfortably wore.
 I felt like the bigger it got the more I could hide. Now only the universe and I can see the dismembered emptiness, that's falling apart from the Inside. 
 How can I blissfully sit in a room of smiling faces, when I know most of them are too, teetering on the brink of disassociation. We all pretend we are fine, but we have a master feast of feelings marinating for years within our own made up lies.
 I am tired of being the sous chef for my own tragedies. I prep these emotional meals, and I store them away and for what a sick twisted pity party for only me?
 I really got to start working out the muscles in my face, they need to learn to decipher a real smile from a fake. 
I wonder if others notice their glue is slowly showing.
 We have to remember you can only hide the stew that's brewing for so long until it starts overflowing, so season your insides with things that make your feeling pot feel full. Also, don't over season feelings you are aware are no good.

Happy St Froggys Day

Happy St. Froggy’s Day! The space traveler said.
I looked up and stopped eating my Irish soda bread.
It’s St. Froggy’s day, right? The alien said confidently.
That’s when I knew he had not learned enough from his TV.

It’s St. Paddy’s day, not St. Froggy’s day, I said, grabbing a beer.
He walked over, trying to fit in, and sat down, uncomfortably near.
Trying to pretend he was from this planet, but I knew he was not.
Or else he was an eejit; I turned away from the misinformed snot.

Ecchymosis

inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.

uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling- 
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that rise then fall avidly,
omen of tragedy-
spilling haphazardly-
out through the holes in the abdomen cavity,
ribs weaving in with the antlers and atrophy, 
breaching the velum, the lungs, and the tapestry
matting the fur and impairing anatomy,
mottled in apathy-
unsatisfactory,
violently waning to seize.

soothing the battery
bathed in a subtlety
gathering suddenly,
proboscis covering-
over the spills-
haemolacria bubbling,
butterfly, moth, and diptera now summoning-
spreading, embedding their needles and string.

bleating, unfleeting lachryphagous meaning,
now turning the pool to a flowering weave.

Sacred Communion Skills

I try not to speak
ahead of feeling certain
I have something of health value
to wealth contribute
in this our neuro-sensory Commons.

Yet, more curiously significant
for our cooperative longterm resilience
as an EarthTribe communing species

I hope to deeply
and widely listen
for ambiguous
paradoxical
uncomfortably nuanced
and complex emergent feelings
becoming anxious anticipations
and creatively stressed 
polycultural examinations
polytheistic aspirations

Inspirations 
we each
and all together
have complex relationships
for healthy win/win values,
against unhealthy lose/lose disvalues,
and unresolved win/lose misvalues

To co-invest in integral
synergetic
healthy energetic wealth
of positive co-empathic
whole holonic 
holy systemic
root soul transbinary relationships

Within EarthTribe's full
holistic
graceful win/win
verbal and nonverbal
speaking and listening
secular and sacred
win/lose and win/win
community 

Communications 
of bilaterally co-empathic
deep learning
trauma-freeing
eco-cooperative communicators.

Strangest Lunch Date Ever

We moved six times she tells him.
I moved nineteen times when I was a kid.
She stares at him.  “That must have been rough.”
He shrugs. “I am better for it.”

She had told him that she was an assistant manager.
He used to have that kind of job before he became a vice president.
She told him about her car wreck. He had been through three of them.
Her hobby was flying a drone airplane; he was working on his pilot’s license.

This lunch meet up has been uncomfortably strange so far.
She told him she had four brothers.
He said that he had eight brothers.
He one-upped her every which way but loose.

“I just started the heaviest period,” she imagined herself saying.
She started laughing and she could not stop.
He begged her to tell her what was so funny.
She was laugh-sobbing now.

Bring Happiness To This Life

~ Bringing Happiness to This Life ~



We all were no doubt taught, that life is supposed 
to make us so glad~
Given the way things are, we are now expected to 
be frightened and glum, hmmm?
And if you listen to false news, one does feel really 
lost and uncomfortably so numb.
It’s time to awaken, for by your God, you are not for
an instant….forsaken!

For aeons, man has bravely walked this lush, varied
earth.
Survived wars, married, died and produced so many
joyful births!
This is no time to sing a sad, blue tune of suffering.
Time for you, yes you, to bring happiness to this planet
with delight, with your gift of poetic buffering!

                        
                       9/6/2022
                         ~1~

Gravity

Insincere ‘I love you’s;
Hot uncomfortably raging 
I brought something different to your world;
I couldn’t dim my flame to match yours; 
Everything about me is eternal;
The spell you wove and the spell you choked,
broken even together;

Gravity like the truth cannot be fooled; 
We are undeniable attraction; 

Shattered into awakening, 
with this clearing you grow and let go;
Memoirs become the foundation
for the next chapter to be written; 
Faster than you can blink 
or composed nice and slow
you rebuild again;
Genuine hearts lead to renewal;

In a world of hollow we are the faithful; 
We will always know each other’s glow,
always find each other;

Gravity like the truth cannot be fooled;
We are undeniable attraction.

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