Once upon a time it was you who was meant to be mine,
But I know better now how we were unusually unkind
To each other, even when we were on each other's minds.
Categories:
unkind, break up, sad love,
Form: Sijo
Inez is haughty and stuck up said they
I did not care, decided to meet her and stay
Having heard their strange ideas before
They stereotyped people forevermore
All Africans are this, all Irish are that
All redheads cook with used lard from a vat
All older women eat bland unseasoned food
Their generalizations are simply ignorant and rude
I met Inez who was a delight, not stuck up, just shy
Had supper with her and her lovely African guy
About people I always make up my own mind
Generalizations are ignorant; most are also unkind.
Categories:
unkind, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
flock unkind murder
constituency water pup
hippocampus dreams
Categories:
unkind, animal,
Form: Senryu
How can you ever think
that my attraction is
an appropriate wink...
that's a bit too unkind
to reject me, stay behind
and throw an arrow
to wound me pitilessly:
it's not the first time or last!
What you hide and won't show:
is your mindlessness and vanity:
compassion cannot be put to rest!
And that's a bit too unkind
to recognize your unfairness
and disregard who has feelings;
and that a bit too unkind
going around spreading terrible lies...
feeding your ego that lacks kindness!
I gave you the best of me to you;
I dedicated time to make you happy;
want was a remedy for your malady...
empty hands didn't go well with you!
And that's a bit too unkind,
seeing you looking around and start affairs;
I can break it anytime without regrets...
and get rid of this restlessness that grows!
And that's a bit too unkind...
denying me the chance for a turnaround!
Categories:
unkind, addiction, betrayal, character, crush,
Form: Lyric
Love,
The emotion
From eternity to eternity
Touches humans
Giving serenity,
The ones in love
Forever fortuitous
To be singing
Life's glorious song,
A dance of
Tango
Between two
Sublime souls
Lost in the throes
Of immortal love;
Those upon whom
Cupid
Is unkind
And failed to strike
With his magical
Arrow
Must remain
Sentenced
To a life of
Degenerate
Solitude,
A life of
Unfulfilled dreams,
And missed bliss;
Deep in the ocean
Of emotion,
Lies their sunken ship
Of love
Perched precariously
On a submerged
Precipice under
The weight of
Ill chosen priorities,
Broken, rusted,
Unknowingly,
Instinctively awaiting
Some arrowed,
Amorous diver
Or a miracle
From Eros
To rekindle
The fire
Of passion
Within.
Categories:
unkind, emotions, extended metaphor, imagery,
Form: Free verse
There once was a man named Keith with perfect lingo
‘Till an unassuming stranger changed his name to Dingo
It blew my mind
It’s so unkind
To fabricate, that he’s an ape, with me she scores no bingo!
I followed the poet thought I was on her team
The naked eye, it makes me cry, that which is unseen
She had me thinking
That he was stinking
Some poets call that feisty, but I call it really mean
Categories:
unkind, bullying, humor,
Form: Limerick
And the Winter wind moaned and cried.
Showing it's dominance over all.
When, out on the deck, I spied
the first snowflake, ever so small.
As Winter now pushes aside the Fall.
The first snowfall of Winter's a beauteous sight.
Softly falling out of the sky.
Leaving the ground a blanket of white.
A most pleasing sight to the eye,
eliciting many a sigh.
Winter, Oh Winter , ... the cruelest season,
to your beauty we are not blind.
But the cold and the wind, sometimes beyond reason,
will bring back memories to remind
that Winter's too often unkind .
Categories:
unkind, snow, winter,
Form: Quintain (English)
Of scapegoats
Who in cold walk without coats
For they have been neglected
And left unprotected
Of human race
Whose freedom is less
And whose efforts;
Meanwhile labelled ‘faults’;
Are nothing, but the burden
That which they do not deserve
Of mankind
Who for nothing labor for the unkind
And toil to no avail for a free mind
While their speech
Is and forever a somber pitch
Categories:
unkind, abuse, africa, anti bullying,
Form: Ballad
“Betrayal”
Doesn’t half
describe it
You didn’t have to
Go
and hide it
But you did it
Anyway
You
sure
have
A lot to say
But I
Hide
My words
away
Because expressing
How
I feel
To you
Would only
get
In
my
way
I tell you
I don’t
know
How I feel
Because this is all
Way too
real
You act like
it’s not
A big deal
That you are now
My best friend’s
steal
When I remind you
How we
were once
a thing
You deny it,
and
It
Leaves
a sting
You’re not living
In
reality
It’s
So
much
easier
for
you
Not
to see
How you could
Be hurting
Me...
“Betrayal”
doesn’t
Half
Describe it.
Categories:
unkind, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
What floated through your mind
Were the words there so unkind
Did they batter down the doors
While you stood and asked for more
You think you don’t need to know
What they think and deem to show
For the world can be just like that
Not made to sit and just to chat.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
unkind, life,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Could it be that you don’t see me? In all my beauty you dismissed me. I know I’m flawed and yes, your right, yep you Ooops I missed a step, but how could it be you didn’t recognize me. Unheard, unseen in all I had to give, true beauty from within you didn’t recognize me. No, not because of my inconsistencies or because of your perfections, but because you just chose not to recognize me. A human being with love to give, a human being with imperfections, human not inhumane you couldn’t, you wouldn’t and chose not to recognize me. Yep, you go your way and I’ll go mine with you choosing to not recognize the lies. No, I’m not mad not even, I will walk a mile in my brother's shoes to make the difference to be seen and heard to feel the warmth of my decision to be in competition with who, what, where, and when the journey of my despair. The unfairness that sometimes plagues my infirmity of you not recognizing me.
Categories:
unkind, abuse, addiction, america, anger,
Form: Free verse
The sky weeps
And we’re all oblivious
For the wolves drink the wine
Whilst the sheep seek lush pastures in bush fires.
No words are said just howling in the distance
The ritual of of the black knight begins
For his tongue is made of vipers
His prowess is of cold steel
Yet his spirit is dead and knows no remorse
The sky speaks yet no one understands
And the pure of heart gave up up on their demands.
Thunder strikes and smiths the wrong
An avenging wave of notes into song
So cast your faith into the fire
Rise up and seek what you admire
for nation build on pillars of sand
Cannot withstand the weight of the land
Categories:
unkind, abuse, anger, conflict, corruption,
Form: Free verse
"Why do you stand and stare,at that girl over there? So judgemental,and oh so cruel,you have no right to ridicule! CNNshe looks so diffrent,she stands out,you have no right to point and shout,just remember she has feelings too,that girl over there oneday could be you! She has a story of her own,behind that smile she stands alone,why dont you approach her,why dont you say,hi how are you and hows your day"....
Categories:
unkind, abuse, bullying, clothes, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Never thought such a decade,
where its prelude seems to be the end.
Never imagined such times,
when humanity is at stake.
Never confronted such chaos,
where livelihood could be on the verge of extinction.
Never thought such a dearth,
where resources would be limited.
Never predicted such a plan,
which manifests Gods' unpleasantness.
Never thought any other planet could rescue us,
Protect the only Earth, its natural resources.
Categories:
unkind, angst, atheist, care, destiny,
Form: Ballade
I walked past old painted wooden door;
And while in my cognizant mind;
I realize he doesn't live here anymore;
Rewind unkind
Virtual validity can past my stupidity;
I was challenged to say, there's no other way;
I realize I don't live here anymore;
For my heart has disintegrated;
And my spirit has risen with My Soul;
I live now I fly
Unkind rewind
Running through antique old painted doors
Shallow swallowing memories of old
Moist in water leaves my pores
Grimacing evaporated tissues implore
Physically dead is all the time spiritual fled
Open windows flown away
World so unkind I've rewind
3/2/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
unkind, adventure, allegory, bereavement, journey,
Form: Free verse
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