Ungratefulness Poems | Examples

God Giveth and God Taketh Away

My mother bathes her mother’s feet.
She kneels in quiet reverence,
Raising the one who raised her.
Hands cupping water as if it were holy.
Her hands speak a language older than words.
The language spoken by those who had not yet formed their own speech-

love, poured out in gesture.

My mother is light in shadowed rooms,
She moves like mercy,
She gives like breath.
In her presence,
I remember how to be whole.

She ministers through touch,
Anointing without oil,
Healing without command.

My mother is light before the dawn,
Love that does not boast,
Life that does not end.
In her is a glimpse of the divine.

but even judas kissed jesus.
and sometimes,
my mother’s hands-
those same hands that cupped water like blessing-
become vessels of betrayal.
she hears my sorrow,
then sharpens it,
folding my secrets into her mouth
only to spit them back like stones.

when the shadows are mine,
she is no light.
she names my ache weakness,
my stillness laziness,
my fear ungratefulness.

there is no holy water when i cry.
no anointing,
no mercy,
just the weight of her disappointment,
and the echo of her silence
where comfort should have lived.

THE-PINK-PURPLE-FLOWER

Dear bouquet, I pour out my plea,
When the day has come, and the sun is the only light we see,
Pacing down, I set  my eyes on a beautiful pink-purple hued flower,
Its good aroma calls in the bees, a home of comfort, 
Nevertheless, the atmosphere is filled with betrayal and ungratefulness as the bees in return beats it down, 
Such a pitiful sight, broke my heart,
Leaning down I said " you won't be afraid, just as long as you stand by me" 

Filled with sympathy, I plucked the flower to give it peaceful rest.
I sought a room, but found none, so I gave it a stay in my heart, a treasure to behold.
It became pretty, hale, and pert,
We were mutually driven by faith. 

Until one day, there cometh a florist,
He hit me with his hammer, vanquished I am not able to protect my treasure 
my treasure is pampered, and taken away 
"Oh darling, stand by me" I cried
coincidence do happen, I can't be worried by the  incident.
I'm devastated, my treasure rejects me, proving it will be safer in the hands of the florist, who would only use her for his marketing sales.
You're able to read this then my days are gone

Ungratefulness To The Max

It's sweet to help
To people in dire needs
But it's too heavy to feel
To whom you've given help
Will use you and betray you
It's more than lovers break-up
It's more than stabbing the back
It's more than Judas kiss
It's not human act anymore
It's against law of any righteousness
It's extremely evilness to the bone
It's really Lucifer in the making.

Sweet Tears

You want freedom
Where tough times freeze
You entangle when love
Disentangle you the most
Where is trust killing you
When nobody is believing
Does it cause you pain
If it suffer your egotistic nerve
Will you still go on life
When no one at your side
You said you love me
And now you are not that be
You failed me, hoping so you change
But now promises you've made
Is now null and void
What life is there all therein
But ingratiate and ungratefulness 
This deathbed is sweet tears
To never love again.

War

What causes war sometimes apart 
    from ungratefulness and a unwillingness and 
 inappreciation inherent in ignorance. 
   
   Sometimes the one who beats about the bush may 
   find it easier to strike and harm 
    than to understand for a sort 
     of let say correlation?. 
  
  Like war is something that may grow 
    blossoming like hope like wish like 
  passions?. 

    One thing sometimes still baffling me 
   is the audacity of ignorance.

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND

September 6 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 25-27

Key Verse – Ezekiel 25:13  Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; I will also stretch out mine hand…

PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR STRETCHING OUT HIS HAND	

Praise be to God for stretching out His hand to:
Deliver us from disaster
Drive us against destruction
Defend us from Devi’s deception
Direct us toward His delightful design
Draw us for His dominion’s destination 

Ezekiel 26:20 Praise be to the Lord for 
admonishing us against His terror due to our:
Unfruitfulness along our pride
Ungratefulness despite His provisions
Unproductiveness that does not prosper
Unstable personality of perverted preferences
Uselessness, propelled by unfaithfulness in praying

Ezekiel 27:26 Praise be to the Saviour 
for being the Source of perfect beauty:
Brightening us by His beams triumphantly
Building us upon His braces of truthfulness
Bestowing us with His blessings along our trust
Buttressing us along His Bible for brave testimony
Boosting our bountifulness toward blissful thanksgiving. Amen!

September 6, 2024

Good Counsel

Good counsel

The enforced sleep to blind it all,
restless thoughts and what may befall.
Rescued from tensions to clear,
the truth so free that there is no more fear.
Tormented fortunes destiny in wilderness,
all tired receiving gladsomeness.
The pilgrimage as soul pioneer,
dreaming the larger life with heavenly cheer.
No longer let the vain world claim,
by the idleness of the chief mistress to refrain.
Holding that dream to escape that wise,
night shape liberty is the device.
To sleep it over labor for small gain,
may the weary nights spent in vain.
False and untrue knots of treason,
when loves compassion is not the reason.
Give the night the splendor as true proceeder,
listen to whispers of the taintless pleader.
Oh soul and bodies image guest,
fear not to touch that affection best.
Since heavens love in pure immortal high,
has mercy echoing through that new day rising sky.
That celestial love that we forget and ought,
counsel in lessons which needed to be taught.
Lovers scorn that love to possess,
when virtue claims ungratefulness.
Blessings for the nobler state to see,
gone is the fear by conditioned misery.

Is It Too Late

Is it too late to apologise
For the uncertainty that induced tears
As a life was nearing loss
And the beats became less frequent
With onlookers left in pain?

Is it too late to apologise
For the shame that was avoidable
And the conversations that were never had
About the cause cast away 
In favour of the ideal that was not the same?

Is it too late to apologise
For the inconvenience born
As time was consumed in transit
And moods that were so unbalanced 
Leaving hope to succumb to silence?

Is it too late to apologise
For contact that was strained
As convenience morphed into disturbance
And responses became so scarce
While support shadowed ungratefulness' glow?

Is it too late to apologise
For the unease that stole rest
And the hearts that could not bear
As home was diminished to a house
Where shields no longer fall to relieve?

I Love You As I Pray For You Always--

Empty hearts;
Broken faces;
Displaced smiles;
Feelings of ungratefulness;

Crowded minds;
Rushing times;
Points of uneasiness;
Hurting rhymes...

My Oh!!! My
Why?

Broken promises;
Misplaced harnesses;
How can I embrace my fellowman;
Where is his love;
Why he hate me so;
And what am I to do when he says NO!
I go to my heart,
and I love his heart;
Even tho, even tho he says go,
he says no;
I love him anyway,
cause Jesus says now, today;
For ever one needs someone;
For you don't in this world alone;
You don't live on this world alone;
I may can help you you may can help me;
I pray for you anyway, everyday,
you're not alone I pray for you every day;
For you don't live on this world alone;
I pray for you always....
I love you as I pray for you always.
Selah


8/16/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

U - User

Unveil the unpleasant
The ultimate urge, an ulcer in today's urban undertaking
Unavoidable but still unmasked, underlining an unrealistic utopia for the unhappy
The unappreciated upgrade
Utilizing uppers to untangle from their upsets while the unpopular upload to upscale and unite
The ugliest kind of uplifting in our upbringing
Unconscious upstairs or just unaware
An ultimatum uttered upon the undermined for a brief untrustworthy unification of self 
Unable to uproot from the unlimited upas-like upheavals used and yet undiscovered
It is urgent we unearth this unhallowed use of unfamiliar utensils
Undo the unruly sense of uselessness and uphold ourselves from this unrelenting universe
Utmost ungratefulness and unconscientious uproars underfoot could lead to an unfortunate union with your urn

Lights In the Light

Souls, beautiful souls, hidden
They shine lazily in the spotlight
At dusk fall, their luminosity is of hope
And our gauges of distress drop

Hearts, loving hearts, delicate
Filled with love enough for a few more
When broken by the heedless hands
They stoop, behind walls, gathering their patches

People, a caring people, friends
They came as strangers to impact this life
Their generosity is like soundless bells
One hand gives, the other blindfolded

Lights, lazy rights, glow
The light for a symbol of humble beings
Beings everyone prays for
They glow when you need them, and when you don’t 

Just as carriers, blessings pass through them
Ungratefulness doesn’t hinder them
Delayed by giving, they would have been rich
I pray, for more into their basket of blessing
Earth has daughters, and you are one peculiar

Clueless

Is this a new thing, for I didn't know 
Why is it that when you give a person a complement they get
Offended.
Only to make me realize that my complementing you is  a big mistake instead.
Everyone claim they want to live in this fantasy world were every one get along and everything.
But why is it ever since I became a mother to my son everything is now a lie.
I never met you, nor don't know you but yet when to have a conversation you act as if I slept with you and ungrateful to when I say have a good day but trying to ruined my day with your ungratefulness.
I a person with great memories of who I  had s-x with, I remember they name as well as pictures from the waisted 3yrs relationship I had with them. 
They were not females, nor married either. And have no interest in neither. 
Let me elaborate, I am not a lesbian nor have no interest towards married men.
I will never stop being clueless about this situation because from the way I see it and witness you are not even every one favorite insulting me  for wishing good in your life only gonna make me wish bad on you for assuming you are all that.

Autumn Forest

Ah! The quietness of nature!
Here it all is captured
by a running river
racing to its end.
I can hear the breath of water
which in itself never falters.
I feel all but lonely
with Jehovah- my Friend.
Scattered leaves of many colors:
holding yellow, brown, red and orange.
Softened branches at last fallen
answer gravity's calling.
Life's teeming with his creation
in scenes like this through many nations.
What proof in such excellence
could whisper in ungratefulness,
Jehovah God does not exist?

Chanté Walker
Thursday January 18, 2018

"An Album of Expressions-January 2018"

Suprises Dont Respect the Season

Surprises don’t respect the season
The wind blows laughter off the face of her cheeks
The flavor of her deeds take a U-turn 
Wholes of regrets crowd the surface of her smiles
Children demand time
 With real parentage for continuation in unkind ways
The house falls apart and lives shame of ever being spawned from it
Attempts to iron out the twisted nature of affairs 
Lead to untrained interpretations
She seems fine but has got a sour inside
Neighbors take a page to turn while she maintains
 For the path she travels through seems rocky 
And tarred with ungratefulness

Make Effort

make 
effort
overcome 
life’s challenges
bend a little, pick out thorns from your way

Complaining is easy but not a solve
shirk the habit
stop the sulk
abhor
blame

God
does not
like rudeness
ungratefulness
He is known to help those who help themselves

Written on 07/11/2016

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