"disagreeable" poems
Telephones.
Earphones.
Earplugs.
To drown out
Baby cries.
Engines exhaling.
Anxiety.
"Don't be afraid"
"You've done this before"
"He knows what he's doing"
The tired.
The disagreeable.
The impossibly experienced.
Tickets.
Bags.
Smile-free faces.
I'm ready.
You're ready.
Let's go already.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
A muse is not a fairy godmother
Or a genie in a lamp
A muse is a disagreeable *****
Who shows up whenever she pleases
And offers mostly excuses
For ideas left undeveloped.
Sometimes she offers up nothing but recycled cliches
freshly polished and smelling of chocolate chip cookies.
Don’t come around when the muse and I are wrestling –
It is definitely not a pretty sight.
But when we’re done -
Both of us lying exhausted on the floor -
That’s when she’ll say something really meaningful-
Or at least it always seems meaningful
At the time.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 12:22 PM UTC
17
untold horrors
Innumerable errors
Front of no worries
Inside of painful flurries
Fighting down the guilt
The pain
The fear
The anger
The hate
Of actions
Of the past
Present
Full of resent
Never being good enough
For self standards
3 times
3 full restarts
3 times failed
Sadness
Not being able to be
What is needed
Knowing those laid to rest
Would be ashamed
And Enflamed
Being a self
That is despicable
Unreadable
Disagreeable
Unchanging
Lacking the will
To change
And fulfill
All that is wanted
Knowing that self
Is broken
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
by Damon G
. glum, morose, surly, sulky, crabbed, saturnine, gloomy mean showing a forbidding or disagreeable mood. sullen implies a silent ill humor and a refusal to be sociable
I'M BECOMING UNWOUND
. glum suggests a silent dispiritedness . morose adds to glum an element of bitterness or misanthropy
I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN
. surly implies gruffness and sullenness of speech or manner
A VIOLENT THING, EVEN
. sulky suggests childish resentment expressed in peevish sullenness . crabbed applies to a forbidding morose harshness of manner
THE CRUSH OF A BREAKDOWN
. saturnine describes a heavy forbidding aspect or suggests a bitter disposition
A REASON TO WANT TO
. gloomy implies a depression in mood making for seeming sullenness or glumness .
GET UP AGAIN
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 9:51 PM UTC
In nature, as in civilised homes, there is evidence of conformity
That only significant study would make apparent,
but his studies were suspicious and neighbours would talk
The nose is bleeding and his pretty song is skipping
on the jukebox by the bathroom door
Anhedonia now is constant, the pathos inherent
As their mother went missing years ago
While they read Proust by the window,
and the day was drawing closed
Their father was sick with Absinthe shakes
whilst little duck starved in the pond behind the house
On disagreeable days,
profound introspection
becomes not more than
subversive psycho-babble
and the words he speaks
are dust on the tongue
a bother and little more
Purported to be perpetually depressed, his cool demeanor left an impression
on his sister, as she would gaze upwards at his face, displaying world-weariness
So Weltschmerz they called him and his cool was palpable
but only her smile could bring colour to his fa-*
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Vince ate a green quince
which made his tummy wince
a wincing tummy
was most disagreeable
for poor Vince
green quinces
Vince shall be leaving alone
as they cause his delicate tummy
to moan and groan
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
our host fears nothing more than he fears the rodeo. he is drunk and rubbing his plain face with a coarse sponge. he thinks the presentation of blood on his cheekbones is proof of clown make-up. I side with the group labeling him as harmless. those in the disagreeable group lock themselves away in our host’s bathroom. though the group is small, its two most vocal members have been struggling with their weight and a third is quietly pregnant. I take it upon myself to worry about the amount of air the group has. when the door is unsurprisingly jammed, I keep calm and remove my shoes just as what looks like rust water floods from beneath the door and carries them behind me to where the host is not dancing after all but stomping his bare feet alternately square on a hamster. my best friend of three days wants to save the hamster but cannot believe the short length of its tail. I try to explain that I am not helpless. that I am steeped in tradition and was formerly employed as the guy who chews down the fingernails of professional bull riders.
the thing about ****** is that you haven’t done it until you’ve done it with me.
**** is a harsh word for relocation.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
this is how women should spend time with men...
she's lying in a missionary position...
and she's telling you: with eyes closed...
i'm dancing...
you what?!
you're dancing?! **** me... if you're dancing...
i'm riding a ****** horse to the next Mongolian horde
conquest!
that's how nights should look like...
i get th8s plump ass-bitch:
i tell her... i think i dreamed of you...
does it matter?
the one time i tried *********
i wanted one of the girls to not be there...
this first time i tried getting a *** replacement of
****** i was like: fair ******* enough...
we're both moaning without taking...
i'm talking to the night and constellations...
my shadow: i am the shadow... i have no shadow...
this how men should be allowed to live their lives...
i love the scent of a woman on my body...
she might have ****** a thousand ***** before me...
but?! she's the most eager to kiss me!
she even showcased her legs.. barely shaven...
to me... sure... girl... you might require a shave or too...
i don't mind... your lips are candy-sweet to me...
that's why i perfumed my beard for her...
i wanted her sickly sweet dreaming...
my god.. i love a fattened girl!
the more fat on a girl the more... allowance...
pouches of kisses and disagreeable hands
touching pouches that ought not exist!
the excesses of thighs! my god!
i rub my beard i grind my teeth...
these women are alive!
i need more of them! i need them fattened-up!
more hip frenzy and less school-girl no thigh
ick...
i need them fat... i love a fat girls...
with bulging brown eyes...
thank god i washed myself before the encounter...
i spread enough aftershave onto my beard...
i love the scent of a woman on my body...
it's like the Cologne of Cologne...
i love the scent of unwashed hair...
raven... **** i would rather sleep with 100 women
than encounter an exploration of consciousness
with a hallucinogenic drug...
**** me... before she ****** off to Romania:
i'm the "BIGGIE"...
great... now i have a nickname in the brothel...
light-fucking-fantastic...
i'm "BIGGIE"...
she closes her eyes and plays the "violin" with
my ******* and chest hair...
fuck's sake... "BIGGIE"...
call me BAGPIPE from now on in...
BIGGIE...
o.k.: i can stomach that...
i'm BIGGIE.. fair enough... if you want to love as many
as you want to love but not marry: which actually
implies more than one... i can be BIGGIE...
i don't mind... i love prostitutes too much!
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
If anyone has a right to be angry, it's me.
Everyone has a right to be angry, probably.
A few things I've found disagreeable with society:
that's my eating disorders, depression, and anxiety.
Also my family never noticed anything wrong
and continued to blame me if I couldn't go along
with any of their superficial acts of merriment
which hid deep flaws, there's no way I could act content.
Why did I feel like I didn't have a choice
but to hide everything and not let anyone hear my voice?
Because I was so afraid of being imperfect
and thought that because I was sad I was somehow incorrect.
So here's to all of you out there
who are trying to fight back your despair.
You have a right to feel the way you do
so get the help you need, and let yourself shine through.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
secondary vices
were always compromises
to the original morality
you sought.
somewhere in the pages
and peer pressure
and stage pressure
and slave wages
you forgot
you wanted memories
to mean something
and dreams to be
achieved.
But now life long
is long gone
and you lose your steam.
though I can no longer
imagine it
the way I fathom
insatiable hunger
will linger
a little longer.
perhaps someday
I'll be stronger
and I'll be able sonder
more than pessimistic ponderings.
Today I'll go under
and asunder my imagination
from fruitless creation that leaves
me listless and disagreeable.
If the future was foreseeable
perhaps I might be more careful
however knowing the complete anthology
of my defeat would never push me forward.
Is it fortunate I'm blind?
either way I'm falling behind.
C.e.M. September 13. 2015
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
an all in row
took place
the boys were
casting peppery mace
in each others face
Mrs Dunstan saw the boys
employing their barbing toys
she told them not to be held hostage
to such disagreeable ploys
after they spent
some time
in the time out zone
they came to realize
that rowing
only brings
bruising to the bones
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
I have never met someone so incredibly irritating. She is disagreeable, and argumentative, and stubborn, and impossible to please.
When I told her I love her lips she got angry that I focus only on her beauty.
I told her that I did not only mean that they look kissable, and God, you know they do, but I love the words emitted from them when she screams at some misogynist ******* whistling at her from the slightly rolled down window of his car.
She complained that I should be yelling too.
I could propose with all of Saturn's rings and she would complain that they are secondhand.
You ask her about love, she'll tell you about heartbreak.
As would I.
But maybe we all would.
Maybe we are all sitting starry-eyed staring at the ground waiting for the wrong person to put us upright, maybe there is no right.
Maybe she is right.
Maybe Saturn's rings hang too heavy on her heartbeat, maybe all I need is to be a string wrapped around her finger while I've been tied around her neck like a noose.
Maybe she'll cut herself loose.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
But do you know , he said
as if it was the wind through my hair
or the cold on my cheek.
How could I know, I thought.
How could I know that
death kisses like a **********
lips laced with *******
How could I know that darkness
is such a sweet seductress
who suckles the broken
with her baring *******
No one ever stopped
to educate the youth.
They threw books at our heads
and like a mighty god
playing the role of a very disagreeable child...
nobody told us that porcelain
hits the ground with the same
sensual satisfaction
of a broken man,
painting the walls red
with a white eyed glaze
and a bullet in his brains.
Death becomes him,
and he will wear it like a king.
Long lives the ******* king,
but I never truly knew.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
A1
Retreat
an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable (Merriam-Webster)
A physical withdrawal dissatisfies you.
No one sees
where I go
where I am
Urges to escape the silent threats
leaves me lonlely
leaves you desperate
Our silence screams
Safety
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
The hate in my soul
The hate in my soul
Is covered up by the face that you know
So when you see my laugh and you think I'm fine
Know for a fact that inside I'm dieing
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
Ocean skies
In your eyes
Reflected upside down
Me, a clown
Big red nose
Pacing the rows
Counting up all the things
Make my soul sting
Do you like me or are you just desperate?
Maybe a little of both.
Can you keep this oath?
Only if Art agrees.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
the gang worked assiduously
on ridding their so called
domain
of those who'd not tow the line
or be compliant with their
refrain
they expended much energy
more especially the two in
charge
the methods they employed
had the characteristics of a
barge
pushing out others so they'd
obtain all the popularity
hits
could be said they were lower
than nine hundred feet
pits
they're now ever so contended
with a job that was well
executed
sitting back feeling so satisfied
smugness in what's been
prosecuted
it is supposed that they'll keep
toiling for supremacy's
edge
whilst at the same time driving
a very disagreeable
wedge
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
I was at dinner once, and I really liked how my fork looked, so I wanted to take a picture of it.
I was so proud of myself trying to center that fork in camera’s frame, proud of my ability to recognize something that I wanted for myself, and proud of my ability to do something about it, to literally capture what I wanted in my hand.
Then my friend leaned over from her side of the table and asked if I was taking a picture of the meal, and I said I wasn’t. She told me you should, since what I ordered just looked so appetizing. I didn’t want to seem disagreeable, and she meant well by it, so I put down my fork and aimed at the plate.
Then my other friend beside me who happened to be in the frame leaned in to be featured in my picture, saying with a friendly voice that I should get him in it too. I just wanted a picture of the food, but I didn’t want to seem disagreeable, so I readjusted the camera to include my friend.
When I did that, my other friends sitting beside me must’ve thought that I was inviting them, because a few of them began to lean in towards my friend that was leaning towards the food, one of them laughing that I should tag them if I post this. By this point I was trying to capture more than what I had wanted, but I didn’t want to seem disagreeable, so to make room for everyone in the picture, I stood up and leaned back.
That movement on my part must’ve meant something important to the rest of the table, because soon they all agreed that I should take a group picture and began arranging themselves for it. Turning away from the plate now to an entirely new subject, one of my friends asked a waiter if he could take our picture, since I should be in it too. I didn’t want to bother the busy worker, and in all honesty I just wanted to go back to eating, but I didn’t want to seem disagreeable, so I handed my phone to the waiter and met my friends on the other side of the table.
Posing for my own picture, I caught a glimpse of that fork that I had first found so interesting, and looking back at it, I think I blinked when the flash blinded me.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
I have fried chicken coming
and then these things
and then these things
say it with me
these things
hap
hap
n
reductionist has
too many letters
sublime has that
onerous bluh
i know you agree
disagreeable know
a catechism undone
and saints abandon
are won against nods
of I project knowing
sowing not ho-ing
syllables of see-me
give me a break
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 11:10 PM UTC
Oh, poor lonely girl
You spent your years dreaming
and evaporated all your friends away
You saw the others dancing like puppets
with God yanking the strings
Your world was in your head, not on your feet
No one could see inside your benign imagination
Held your breath in the presence of others
Stood up straight to avoid being disagreeable
Cried the fool to silence the demons
Wrote yourself out of other peoples futures with a happy, shiny ending
Dived underwater to be a mermaid while others blew bubble in shallow rock pools.
You drove nails through your ankles and wrists to save others from yourself
Poor lonesome, lost, artless child
perpetually pendulating
toddling and falling
into the washing machines on spin cycle that is other peoples lives.
They traumatize you like ominous spinning tops.
Lost, lovely child
You have imagined a storm, when it is all just tepid, still, innocent water.
Nonetheless, you continue to drown.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
My face is bland,
quite forgettable actually.
The people I pass on the street don't remember me.
If I stole their purse, or wallet they wouldn't be able to pick me out of a line-up,
But you notice me in a crowd from a mile away.
My voice is disagreeable,
it's quite nasally if I'm honest.
I can't sing and my solo's in the school play were always taken away and given to someone else.
But you let me serenade you
and tell me how soft my voice sounds
as you fall asleep
I am socially inept,
I'm quite awkward really.
I tell puny jokes that are greeted with side long glances and silence
But you always laugh and ask for another.
I'm a bad lover,
I'm quite aloof if the truth be told.
I hold my cards close to my chest and try my best to shut everyone out.
But you look into my eyes and tell me I made it easy for you to fall in love.
To everyone else I am forgettable, and awkward, and aloof.
But to you I am memorable, comfortable, and honest.
I've tried too hard to be something to everyone
when really, all I ever needed to be was everything to someone.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
in the muddied waters where corpses float
the moon shimmers on the lazy surface
of a tired stream, gliding on it
with the ease meant for those
that dream during sunny days
and those that ravage the stormy nights
but how can I pursue my joy
when it runs
from me
I gallop on the coast of life
yet coasting on its slide
contradicting myself in every way
I see the eyes of my estranged breeze
as she jovially brushes the branches of trees
as she makes once lifeless leaves fly
as she caresses each cheek
only mine remains unkissed
and yet she flows on
leaving me behind
so I ignore her
never asking for readmittance
back into her torrential storms
to suffer with glee
the hailstones of her affection
instead I built myself a shelter
and hid myself
from her gloried love
in an oakened parlour
where a private man sits
his brows furrow
face hardened
by the whips of life
his calloused hands
stay steady
as his breath shallows
eyes scan the room
searching for her
needing her presence
here in his last hour
as he sits in his prison
a castle devoted to him
vacuumed of all air
his heart beats slower
eyes scan the room
searching for her
needing her presence
here in his last hour
his glance rests
at the tinted window
and he is able to peer
outside
and see his breeze
still rustling about
with disagreeable fellows
those not worthy of her touch
he would break down those doors
gladly
to dance once more in the rain
instead, I sit, a private man
alone, with no companion
watching my breeze
engulf the world
with her dance
the shimmering wisps
of autumn's hair
rays of sun
like spears in the air
piercing through flesh and soul
arrows of Eros doing their duty
and all around
my castle of isolation
lay everyone
blissfully torn by the steel of love
breathless, while I still breathe
my breeze neglects me
for I was not worthy
I did not rise
to meet her challenge
I refused
to adhere to her demand
her demand
that…
simply…
I must love her.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC
I wish you would put your colonialism into me
Political correctness be ******
Flood my country with your spiced milk
and suffocate in sticky heat every sentiment
which is disagreeable to your southern sensibilities
So that our two societies might be of one mind
and enter into unbreakable alliance.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC