Ungracious Poems | Examples

Premium Member The Drunken Clown

On the day of your party 
Please be sure to invite
The Drunken Clown.

He offers steady humor 
At a pace everyone can measure.
His drinks, give love and laughter ,
his expressions: love and empathy. 

In a graded lawn he falls and tumbles,
His eyes red and bleeding,
Look to him to point and laugh.

Our drunken clown gets his payment 
In full, pursuing the right wingers, 
And guffawing with the left.
His sincerity bobbles in an ocean of booze.

Cheers and Slaintè to our drunken clown. 
Salud, and Prost!
To our home
And I sleep the sleep
Of a thousand filtered souls,
In ungracious betterment,
And a hope to die by my own hand.

Vicious visions of a youth undocumented, 
And a prayer I never have the balls to do it.

Premium Member Silence Isn'T Golden

How do you explain
Personal pain
And all that it entails
It makes you feel miserable
And drives you off the rails
All your days seem dreary
And for you, the sun doesn't shine
Your mind and bones are weary
Both of them are in decline.
Your voice begins to waver,
Your taste is going fast
Things you used to savour
Have become a thing of the past
You do not feel like talking
As you don't want to show
Visitors are not welcome
And you can't wait for them to go
If I keep my mouth shut
And keep a false smile on my face.
Will they understand
Or think I have no grace,
I do not want to be ungracious
Or be unkind in any way
I feel like being on my own
I do not want to play
Silly games full of idle chatter
I am too tired to debate,
On essential things that matter,
I do not want the pain I feel
To affect others that's unfair,
I can manage on my own
When I am out of the glare
In this troubled world today
People are suffering in silence
It should not be this way
If they speak out, they realise
There is a price to pay.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member The Strength of the Oak Trees

The creeper crept
The willow wept 
The Oak kept very strong.
The birds stopped singing
Bluebells stopped ringing
All sensed there was something wrong.

Animal stopped breeding
No food for feeding,
Creatures or man
Nature cowering,
As she watched the devouring
Of God's Almighty Plan.

The sun stopped shining,
No water divining,
All the seas ran dry,
It would be audacious,
And ungracious,
To ask the reason why.

But I will.
It was a bitter pill,
The world swallowed,
As Putin and his cult wallowed
And planned an invasion
Without persuasion,

From the people of Ukraine
A murderous war
Causing bloodshed and pain
Why, please explain.
Is it because they feed on greed
Which has caused them to go insane.
Form: Rhyme

Omnipotence

If there is any deity out there,
And if you hear my voice cracking,
Why’d you let the seams tear,
And let the animosity come tacking. 
I’ve built you up in my faith,
I’ve built you up an effigy. 
But I’ve been accompanied by a wraith,
Who tirelessly consumes me. 
If you are there, why am I alone?
If you are there, why haven’t you called?
The lack of answers I’ve been shown,
Like the blind sheep, I’ve too been lulled. 
So tell me, where are you now,
When I needed you the most?
I cannot and will not bow,
To an ungracious host. 
Are you unable to dow,
Or are you this haunting ghost?
Show me what I can do,
How do I appease you?
Show me what to do,
So I can get through. 
An omnipotence calling in sick,
I bet you think you’re pretty slick. 
Show me the way to go,
Show me what I need to know.
Form: Rhyme

Fossilitis Ignoratious

If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.

Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.

In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.

Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.


Parasites, These

Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast

And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was

Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need

Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through

Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no longer silent
swollen full of violent
past imagery
painful to see



(NOTE: This is NOT a new write- I actually wrote this in 2015, but I thought it might give someone else an idea for the "Remembering What You Want To Forget" Poetry Contest)...

Eyes That Listen

With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I feel things others never get to feel,
I see the world for what others do not.

The cluttered world of sound described as fraught
I wouldn’t know. Mine’s quiet, honest, real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.

I won’t be ungracious, and I thank God
In the silence of my own mind’s appeal
I see the world for what others do not. 

I convey what sound junkies long forgot,
like listen deep, and empathize for real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.

And my tone uncontrolled but I will not
Be ashamed. Nothing about me is unreal;
I see the world for what others do not.

And because my voice fails, my heart says a lot;
My hands shouting the endless grace I feel
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I see the world for what others do not.

Reluctance

3/10/15

Shut up if you're a racist
I'll kick you with my Aasics
Then leave you inside the matrix
Because I'm so tired of seeing it on a daily basis
Especially after what happened to so many innocent natives
That were just trying to live and be creative
In a place that was more than spacious
Far too many were ungracious
Because they only cared about being famous

Within this vast space
The Earth spins at such a fast pace
But have faith
Even if you always wind up in last place
Being able to adapt makes
Better paths to take, or so the facts state
Even though some just care about their cash safe
And staying half baked
That's great
Because it makes them look even more like fat snakes
Like so many others from past dates
As the rest moving across the grass race
Over and beyond every one of the brass gates

Because of Columbus
I look at most of these holidays with reluctance
Since he murdered hundreds of thousands without justice
Form: Rhyme

-- With Love, and Respect --

With Love and Respect


An ungracious sea
Of turbulent thoughts
A virtuous course
               Of dismay
The forsaken ports,
The hindered refuge,
The callous advice
               Of disgrace
In a perfect storm
Came a tranquil calm
As a ray of hope;
               I can breathe
With brilliant display
The darkness is slain
You guided me back
               Out to sea

With love and respect
I’ll never forget
               Your kindness

© 2018 Jeffrey Spencer

To a Siren

You enchanted

With the things you wrote

Your words

Held me like a Siren’s song

And drew me into love 

With you sight yet unseen

Until

When I had lost my meagre strength of will 

You showed me who you were

So lavished on me

all but all of you

it would have been ungracious to try to claim the rest

That failure then was mine

And only mine 

A poor thing all my own.

Every Dog Has Its Day

Yes, I was inurbane but not from family poor.
Of innumerable malignant deeds you were the doer!
You, urban man, on your knees you came with aim to flatter.
I was no girl capricious though stood in line the next suitor!
All charms you applied to have me towards you gravitate.
In no time you grabbed all my wealth like water to dissipate!
Perspicuous you were in making me, in face of others, the scapegoat.
Many to alienate me; your mocking mistresses, family members who gloat!
But you stupid and ungracious, you may not know this journey with you is transitory.
“Every dog has its day.” I’ve found my true love and soon he will end my sob story!


12/09/16 - 10 lines
Ten words Challenge by John Hamilton
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT 
Not more than 20 lines.
Judged 17/09/16 - Placed 7
Form: Rhyme

A Wave

Today as I was going into a store,
A guy said thank you for holding the door.
It made me smile that he was so courteous,
He could have just barged out,so ungracious.
This got me to thinking about how folks behave,
How, with this simple gesture a life you could save.
I read somewhere, a man who would smile or wave,
To everyone he passed by on his travels each day.
His wife asked, if he didn't know them, why wave.
He said he had read that someone thinking to die,
Would see that wave and suicidal thoughts would die.
So my friend you never know who you will pass by today,
Just give them a smile or a wave as you go on your way.
Most times the outcome you will never get to know,
But your attitude may sow gratitude and help someone grow.

©  Dave Timperley 28 August 2016
Form: Rhyme

Toxic Love Story

TOXIC LOVE
 
Your venom spreads, contagious, 
Words spoken, wild and outrageous, 
Attitude ungracious and relentless, 
The Dark side of your resilience
 
Sobriety, 
an outsider’s plea, 
Unseen in your bustling society, 
I stand guard, my presence discreet, 
Curious when your darkness will leave. 
 
I tread the path of rollercoaster emotions.
A love potion in silent devotion, 
Sacrificing all, heedless of the fall, 
Chasing a fleeting notion’s call. 
 
I forgive your disrespect, 
Dismiss the hurt from your neglect, 
Yet your rejection of me, 
Lingers, suspect, like a shadow’s plea.
 
Your "Baby Mamma Drama,"
a symphony of strife, 
Notes of toxicity, discordant life, 
Emotional wombs echo trauma’s plea, 
Where periods pause, and commas set us free. 
 
Let me be your intoxication, 
Love—the soul’s sweet motivation, 
Darkness drips from your poisoned lips, 
Etching heartbreak and love drops that drip.

I tell myself I won’t miss you
Yet deep within, I know I will
Form: Rhyme

Reflection of Grief

Silence
Uncomfortable
Eerie in heaviness
Weighted in screams
Echos through the halls with

Grief
Overwhelming
Bitter with guilt
Chased by memories
Ladens every minute of

Life
Effervecent
Fragile in nature
Lived to the fullest
Snuffed in a blink by

Death
Ungracious
Fickle harvester of life
Feared by survivors
Brings eternity through

Faith
Everpresent
Balm to the spirit
Unshaken by tragedy
Gives peace to those left behind


(This is an older write that I wrote after a student was killed in an accident several years ago. Our school had another tragedy when a student collapsed from a brain aneurysm in class this week, and was taken off life support the next day_10/2. This still fits better than anything new I could have written.

Thank you Emily for leaving your Faith as a beacon for others.)

Remembering the Poor

Remembering The Poor

                                     For from being poor one must see,
                                     From day to day is a harsh reality.
                                     Because when the pain of life is a way of life,
                                     For each minute is a days pure sacrifice.

                                     When each day goes by with a lifetime of suffering,
                                     Comes with the pain of just nothing.
                                     That nothing but the reality of hope from the mercy of God,
                                     Knowing he loves those who stride.

                                     But they say, time brings patience,
                                     So why is it that the rich are so selfish and ungracious.
                                     Still their is one happy thought from the poor,
                                     And that's, God always opens his door.

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