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Pacific, pacifist pampered papa parading par excellent paragon parent (parenthetically parochial particularly partisan) parvenu passive, passionately paternalistically patient, paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist, perceptive, perennially perky, permissively persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy, playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy, poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular, positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist, praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly preponderant, presently president, prestigiously prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine, privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative, prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable, progressively prominant, promisingly prompt, prophetically propitious, prospectively protective, proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant, punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Panglossian Perspective Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
I am the rejected child The neglected son or daughter That did not live up To the standard that we ought to Because we are not A carbon copy of our parents, And what we are in life Is so very honestly apparent That they can no longer lie To their friends and neighbors. We are symbols of rebuke Of all of their dishonest labors To make living our lives All about how they want to look And how upset they are That we didn't play by the book. Some of it is because The religion they never really studied Got all tangled up with ego And the truth became too muddied For them to pick apart the facts From fears created for financial gain Based on ancient stories That disregard the hurt of others, the pain. But, their child is one of them Those others they choose to proudly hate. But, if they examine themselves They can change, it is never too late. If they ask themselves “If God made us Didn't he make me as well as you? Surely this moral infanticide Is not what he wanted you to do.”
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:45 PM UTC
YOUR LOST CHILD