Untrusting Poems | Examples

A Sad, Decrepit Sight

          looking 
         worse for wear
   at the mercy 
of winter's harsh elements.
          a stray dog,
                    sad of eyes,
clothed in all black 
             to match her mood.
emaciated and weather-beaten;

a labrador retriever 
        with her tail 
tucked behind her hind legs
        softly whimpering 
                    shivering.
oh, you poor thing...
how far is your home?
       scared 
             untrusting 
                  of strangers; 
 perennially running 
             from rescue.

with a looped leash,
I approach, again....
she takes a step back 
I come closer...closer....closer...
she turns 
      and sprints away.

I won't give up,
           I'll do my best...
to help bring you in...
      from the cold.

Lies

Some People May Think
A Lie Is Not Truth
What Does It Mean
For Him, Me, or You?

A Lie Is Much More 
Then Words from a Mouth
Deep Down to the Core 
Filling You with Doubt 

A Lie is Being Betrayed 
Cut Down in Size
Someone to Blame
Unacceptable Life

A Lie is Broken Trust
Very Hard to Repair
You Question, They Cuss
Doesn't Really Seem Fair

A Lie is the End of
What You Once Knew 
Many of the Next Days
Saying Sorry Without Truth

A Lie is a Fresh Start of
of How Untrusting Can Be
You Are Drifting Apart
Still Trying, It Seems 

A Lie is Destruction
of Another's Sane Mind
Without Any Repercussions
Just Spiraling Thru Life
 
A Lie Can Be Death
For Those Whom May Feel
That it Would Only be Best
Words Never Heal

He Still Loves Me

He kissed me, despite how I tend to be so disgusting.
He embraced me, despite how I am so undeserving.
He said to me he loves me, despite how I am so untrusting.

Untrusting

Untrusting
Miracle Man
8-27-2023

A beautiful face or well known name,
will endorse a product using their fame.
Many assume that means it’s better made,
but the raw truth is they’re getting paid.

Most of the merchandise they’ve never tried,
and to the consumer they’ve flat out lied.
While they’re getting richer others get by,
but the spiel goes on, and it’s buy, buy, buy.



“There’s a sucker born every minute”
P.T.Barnum

A Detour In Love

Her mother gave her the swit name beloved
She is dark and pretty with a smile that
Leaves many smitten fantasizing in secrecy
She has a face I can read and am prying
Into her thoughts with a subtlety yet I know
She can percieve my psychic drone of thots

I try to drown her fay mind with emotive vibes
She is talented I listen to her sweet lilting voice
She writes and hopes to make it in the arts
I nudge her on.. listen to you're heart..
Let us get a glimpse of you're beautiful soul

She is wary previous disappointments and pain
Have made her untrusting of my kind...
I aim to nurture the best in her and the only way
Is via an overdose of love her kind so crave
Am being deliberately manipulative having
Had a glimps at her future I have to mold her

Normal For Me

His eyes untrusting brown
Brows furrowed in permanent frown 
Skin weathered
From the ground he tendered 
And the whiskey goes down.

His unruly dark hair 
Living a life he can’t bare
Heart hardened 
Like the soil he pounded
And the whiskey goes down.

His tanned arms 
Strength running the farms
Frustration heated
From the fire he beat
And the whiskey goes down.

Papa I cry 
And from that name he does shy
He does not look
His shoulders merely shook
As the bottle hides beneath the tree
He doesn’t seem to see 
This is normal for me 
And the whiskey goes down.

Men of Freedom

(Patterned off the famous folk song 'Men of Harlech,' which is in the public domain.)

Men of freedom hear them wailing,
from the truth they’re always quailing,
scared of work or real travailing,
not like free-born men.
Men of freedom stop their screaming,
and their socialistic dreaming,
give them all a much-earned reaming,
all those wokish men.

Slavish souls disgusting,
cultish minds untrusting,
silencing all who dare speak true,
because inside they’re nothing.
Men of freedom don’t surrender,
these fools are brainless pretenders,
cannot tell a him from a her,
not like free-born men.

Men of freedom must hold steady,
keep your A.R.s clean and ready,
when time comes make your aim deadly,
fight like free-born men.
Take your boot and on them impress,
recall sic semper tyrannus,
tyrant scum will all be banished
faced with free-born men.

The ‘elites’ insulting,
they’re pedos revolting!
Living in an endless fear
of free-born men assaulting!
Men of freedom give no quarter
to those who would give us horror,
save your land for sons and daughters,
fight on free-born men.

Vermillion Color Blood Voyage

Firm are those the vines that entrap mine heart;
So valiant are those champions that do so impart;
On a voyage of truths that seek and speak so darkest light;
In seclusion running forth evading so the toothless vampire blight;

Normal human remains so distain visit unawares;
Demons and Dragons and vagabond soldiers stare:
Equating debating vibrant untrusting realities:
Yet instilled he gums his victim sucks blood from vein carnalities;

Death rest its allure on the hillsides and impart valley peak;
Vermillion is the blood color so brilliant as it spills and drills down her neck;


                                 11/17/21 ©
•	       For ''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
               Sponsored by: Constance La France

The Watcher

I feel eyes watching me before I notice the woman across the room.
I try not to stare, but she does not seem to mind.
We are in the library, the only two here.

Her caramel eyes are pensive, wary.
She is hypervigilant, unhurried, unpressured.
I smile but she does not reciprocate.

I think of her as the watcher
wondering what has caused her
to develop and hone
this kind of untrusting awareness.

Scruple's Flaws

using Tamerlane verse (Edgar Allen Poe)

As windows on this world get stuck;
disgust demands space on the lip.
Events I have not thought about
reveal hatred, make me upchuck

and fills untrusting minds with doubt.
Men’s base unkindness gets a grip
attacking vision with its whip.
When insult renders reason flat

without question, the end is that. 
No hope - political affairs,
instead I offer frequent prayers
and leave off worry, spin and cares.

I probe God’s promise verse by verse
unearth a blessing sans a curse.
To find His voice removes the strain
and clears the fog off windowpane.

Man’s self-control declines with time
suspicion, vitriol are primed.
Determined thought will never still
discourtesy as major cause.

Respect needs willingness to chill 
for biased minds feed scruple’s flaws.

January 9, 2020

Dear Heart's Contest: Take the Dagger Out

Ballet of An Unkindwoman

VOICES ECHO THROUGHOUT THE AREA
THE SOUNDS OF LOVERS PAST
FROM PERSON TO PERSON
SHE SPEAK OF THEIR NAMES
SMILES ABOUT THE MEN IN HER PAST
SHE SPEAKS OF HER INTERVENTIONS
WHERE SHE OFFERED ADVICE TO UNDERMINE
SHE SPEAKS OF BEING UNTRUSTING AS A FREIND
AND BEING UNLOYAL AND UNKIND
SHE WISHES TO BE  HONORED AS A WHORE
THE SCUMMY KIND OF PERSON PEOPLE FEAR
SHE LOVES TO MAKE WOMEN ANGRY
THEIR LACK OF TRUST: REFUSES TO ALLOW HER NEAR
SHE STANDS IN WINDOWS SINGING
FOR ONLY IN GOD THAT THIS WOMAN TRUST
HER DEEDS ARE ALWAYS UNDERMINING
SHE SPEAKS OF DOING SUCH
YET THE AUTHER OF UILLUSTRATED PAINTINGS
WILL ONE DAY SKETCH MY FACE
THEY WILL SPEAK ME AS A SINNER
AND WORSHIP ME AS A SAINT

Love the Unlovable

love the unlovable,
when its time to let go,do not cry.
loosen you grip, divide the fingers,
and wish them well
for you were the only person who opened your
cold bones to the untrusting thrones
of the unknown.
giving so unselfishly,
while wishing them the best
while on this cold,
not in your control journey
you fed them the best knowelege
know watch them walk away
no thank you's,no hugs,
love the unlovable

Suicide Prevention: Pruned Not Severed

Half winged images
hopeless
of flight
believing
insufficient
to bestow
delight
Fluttering in shadows
reluctance 
to fly
disgraced
and shameful
reticent
to try
Hesitant to soar
averse
to fail
distraught
and untrusting
of what
may avail
Pruned not severed
capable
of aviation
when joined
together
and merely lifted
from isolation
11/9/17

Traitors

Sick n tired of u phonies
No such thing as loyal homies
Shaking hands, hugs
Taking pictures like u love me
Oblivious of the difference
In "friends"and being "friendly"
Try to pull some buckshots
You'll get a not so happily ever ending
Walking around acting as though
They got your back
Next thing ya know
Your the one bound and gagged
No mending this depth of betrayal
Heartbroken the bonds
Now I'll see you in hell
Untrusting instincts throw me off balance
To many people have such skilled acting talents
It's another epidemic
A traitors disease
No type of cure
For mutations like these
Makes me change a slogan
I just can't forgive so,
I choose bloody regret
A phrase p!aced on a tombstone
You forgive but don't forget

Scotland's Anthem

Love of my mother's Scotland knows no bounds,
yet she, like me, was destined far to roam.
Her wistful music of the isles surrounds
my everyday, her voice so soft and low.
Sweet songs of love, and yet forever sad,
with veils of deepest melancholy clad.

A lonesome piper plays a slow lament,
or, boldly rousing, urges men to war.
From kith and kin they were so often sent,
their mist-clad hills and glens to see no more.
Or else to unknown futures overseas,
a greedy and uncaring laird to please.

Today, as Scottish hearts still strongly beat,
proudly as ever do they wave their nation's flag,
untrusting of the powers that would deplete
their unity, their centuries old resolve,
to be a sovereign nation once again,
"O Flower of Scotland" their heartfelt refrain.

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