"judgy" poems
Have I told you lately that I absolutely hate you?
I abhor the way you walk into a room like you own it,
and I can't stand the way you smile at me.
Your jokes aren't even funny in the slightest
and it pains me when you laugh.
I resent the way you flirt with me
and every other girl.
I despise the way you make me feel like I'm everything
then nothing.
Most of all, I hate that every little thing you do
makes me fall even more in love with you.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
"That's not you.
You always said
You'd lose it to
Your spouse instead.
"That's not you.
I'm so surprised.
Changing your view
Seems ill-advised.
"That's not you."
That judgy voice.
"I'm worried, too.
But it's your choice."
"But this is me!" I want to scream.
More me than I've ever shown.
"But this is love!" is what I mean.
More love than I've ever known.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
When you are a mother..
You talk but don't listen
You spew hate and but dislike haters
You want to be loved but don't love
You listen to sermons on compassion then you scream at your kid when they tell you they're depressed
....or is that just my mother?
My mother loves to cry but lacks empathy
She quotes this book of life and almost let me take mine.....
She mocks happy couples but is clinging to her broken marriage
She wants respect but doesn't respect others
She hates judgy people but calls women ******
She hates a messy house but is a hoarder
She thinks she's dying but is in perfect physical health
My mother......
Drives down a one way road and think everyone else is going the wrong way
One day her mental illness will run everyone away...
leaving her not be able to make excuses for her actions.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
The Godly air consumes me as I tiptoe across the marble floor,
Icy, tightening their grasps with every step I take.
Stories around me come alive in magical paintings, snaking their way in every corner,
And in sculptures that speak an unspeakable history, ancient truths that we all try to seek.
Their stony eyes follow me wherever I go, priestly and judgy.
As I glide, my heart flutters with rains of fear and thunders of uncertainty,
But as soon as I catch you sitting at the edge in your calm, patient demeanour,
A mere turn accompanied with that smile melts away all stormy qualms like nothing else.
You are my truth and I have sought it.
Shalini Nayar
7.11.14
(c) 2014
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
if a guy calls a girl fat,
he needs to get his own self in shape.
because if a guy is truly in shape,
he will respect a woman's heart
AND NOT JUDGE HER.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
I wish there are words to explain the kind of feeling that I experience when I'm with you; When you do those little things.
When you smirk
When you eat so slow
When you wait your soda to water down
When we laugh over our inside jokes
When we get sarcastic and all judgy
How you wish me success
How you look at me in the eyes when I tell my stories
How you hold my hand
Whenever you ask if I am happy
How you find ways and say the right words to cheer me up
How you validate my feelings and ambitions
How we talk about our dreams and hopes
How you assure me that I am enough
I guess there are really no poems or haikus that can express how you make my heart flutter.
I'm a writer by profession but maybe these will always make me wonder.
There are feelings that will never turn into words.
Maybe those are meant to feed my heart and soul.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
J D Vance has such smoky, smoldering eyes, doesn’t he?
The way those baby blues coruscate, as if from the darkness.
Are those shadows natural? No, it’s eyeliner, of course, but on
a 40-year-old man it’s called guyliner.
Any teenage girl will tell you the kohl pencil is the gateway makeup tool for self-definition, if not exactly self-improvement.
As an ex-teenage girl, I can picture the hours senator Vance spent,
hunched over his laptop watching make-up tutorials on TikTok or
Instagram, analyzing eyeliner techniques in overwhelming detail.
TikTok clips are today’s replacement for the Teen Vogue magazine
product pages of back-in-the-day. I recall watching these videos,
at 14 and devolving into a fog of envy and inadequacy.
JD began wearing guyliner in 2016, so he probably watched those
at age 33 and by now, he’s certain to have upped his game by having them permanently, cosmetically tattooed on.
Of course, Trump himself has never been one to shy away from makeup.
His weird, orange, glazed-ham look comes from his preferred spray-on concealer, ‘Bronx Colors,’ a cruelty-free makeup manufacturer in Switzerland.
If this all sounds too judgy, I’d like to say, “JD, I’ve felt your clearly adolescent girl pain, and I get your desire to represent a softer and more romantic republican political aesthetic.”
And let’s not forget that Kamala’s been known to wear makeup herself.
Here are before and after JD Vance eyeliner pics - you decide: daweb.us/jdVance.png
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Songs for this:
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue by Falco
Gonna Get Along without you now by She and Him
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
She is my best friend because . . .
I immediately call her when I see something really funny happen in my daily life.
She is my best friend because . . .
Even though neither of us is particularly a fashion maven, I trust her implicitly when it comes to giving good style.
She is my best friend because . . .
I can’t even really remember how the two of us became friends, it just kind of started happening and *********** down a giant hill of love and care for her.
She is my best friend because . . .
We have a completely made up terms for mine and her people and very specific things.
She is my best friend because . . .
I basically expect her to be a more harsh version of Simon Cowell and put any of my dates through the judgy tests which prove her worthiness for the crown.
She is my best friend because . . .
Pretty much everything ever recommended to me by her in terms of entertainment has been a spot-on choice.
She is my best friend because . . .
The two of us have been to a concert together, it was amazing and we gossiped about the people in the crowd around her.
She is my best friend because . . .
I can always go back through my chat histories, text messages, and email exchanges to get a quick laugh or some reassurance that I am loved and understood by her.
She is my best friend because . . .
Sometimes I rediscover old inside jokes that I used to have with her and remember how hilarious and ridiculous they were all over again.
She is my best friend because . . .
Ultimate trust in her knows things that I have told literally no one else in the world.
She is my best friend because . . .
She is very understanding and little problems in day-to-day friendship do not affect the amount of trust and loyalty I have for her other overall.
She is my best friend because . . .
Every time I talk about her to someone who doesn’t know her yet, I gush a little bit.
She is my best friend because . . .
We help each other practice for job interviews and meeting, and are almost as nervous/excited about her getting hired as I do about your own job opportunities.
She is my best friend because . . .
The two of us pig out together and never worry about the other one judging my and her eating choices.
She is my best friend because . . .
My friendship makes me feel, in a lot of ways, much less scared about the future and the problems which might lie ahead of me . . . her . . . us . . . them.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
Gentle judgy eyebrows, hold up that cautious brow
Span the spacious distance from furrow to crown
Eyes of distant pewter pour
Over days of yesterday yor undercovers and desperate for....
Skin still young and sunlight starved, crinkle under laugh and yawn
Your beard a thing, a glory born, bushy brindles lightly shorn
Happy are the lips of one, who I fondly call S Dub
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
some say, if you pay very close attention.. life doesn't actually **** I mean look at the weather, some days we see this beautiful flaming ball in the sky that makes us warm. or heck somedays freaking water just magically falls from the sky and if you listen and look closely it's beautiful. now for people, some can me cold hearted, rude, and judgy but that's only 10% of us, the rest of the humans are amazing and kind, innocent, imaginative, interesting and just ******* cool. as for education, you may hate it now, but once you get to college and get an actually job it's amazing. and that cute apt you've been wishing for in nyc, if you dream it you can do it. just keep learning and moving forward. now cars are the coolest ******* things ever, you get into a piece of metal and go anywhere. anywhere you want, hell u could even drive to Oregon right now if you really wanted to. memories, coolest thing ever. basically something that happened in the past that you can remember. and anything can trigger a memory. like a song, smell, place, person. a memory is the coolest thing ever because it's something you'll never forget. like your trip to six flags, your dad taking you out of ice cream when you got a good grade, Christmas Day every single year, visiting your grandmother, freaking summer memories are the best. even the little things are amazing, like good friends, earning money, eating your fav food, being fabulous, getting to *** after you've held it in for 5 hrs, disneyland, traveling, airplanes, roadtrips, taking showers, sleeping, laughing, dancing, swimming, reading, and even smiling. so the next time you say your life ***** just look at the positive things and I promise you, you will be happy again.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Where to begin?
With a spin! With a sin!
But you've spilt all your wine
Down your chinny-chin-chin...
The neighbors are talking
Though I hate to relay
The concern that they show
For it drains fun away
You're just having fun
So you say, so you say
The spinning helps get you
Up, up and away
Your advances are tainted
By slur and by sway
You stumble and fumble
What an awkward display
Ah, now I sound judgy
My teeth grin and gnash
And I know I've grown pudgy
From all of the hash
But my tells are subtle
Not in people's face
You're stuck in a puddle
You'll fall on your face
I want to repair it;
We want to be free;
We'll **** and impair it,
...Him, you, and me.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
do you have the guts
do you have the guts
do you have the guts to be your own salvation?
do you have the time
do you have the time
do you have the time to be your own salvation?
hanging' round by the dead end sign
striking our cigarettes
and dancing on the dead tracks
we've been parked up in this
culdesac
for waaay too long.
do i have the guts,
do i have the time
do i have the mind to do anything else?
you know judgy *************
never mattered to me
i think my halo's running low on battery
but hey if i'm alive
then i might as well live--
do you have the guts
do you have the guts
do you have the guts to be your own salvation?
do you have the time
do you have the time
do you have the time to be your own salvation?
i got a little time
for some quiet meditation
i been writing up a plan
i'm gonna be my own salvation
you know what people say
never mattered to me
so i'm charging up my batteries
because hey if i'm alive
then i might as well live
do you have the guts
do you have the guts
do you have the guts to be your own salvation?
do you have the time
do you have the time
do you have the time to be your own salvation?
do have the guts?
or are you nucking futs?
do you have the time?
or are you too sublime?
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Being in-between is never the lackluster of choice. I heed choices around like flyers wanting to join a cause. Imaginary circus of arts that never heed the claims of self choice. Choice disregards the claims of the imaginary circus. Disregarding all claims. Flyers flying around the in-between being free. Captured within there realm. Realm full of artistic surges! Extending past its bubble. Purging a focus deeming itself without worthy statements. Since actuality isn’t much of a focus for being in-between. A bubble surrounding even greater surfaces. One marked by choices. Marked by claims. Even marking self choice. Anti disregarding symptoms. Caring for what actually happens. An illusion in the light, that purges the shade holding two halves into one singular point. Points too judgy for claims, such as responsibility. No yes’s and no’s to be the counter balance. Imaginary circus becoming somewhat tainted. Heeds around choices without claims to care. Surging the realm full of arts. Nothing happens, until it chooses to act. I am in-between. And I am balance itself.
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Poetry bring out something new from me
Tears are the only thing that suits me
Beyond those judgy eyes on me
I'll survive in the cold night of loneliness
They were full of gloat
I was sitting on my dark boat
That face was recognized
Who was out last night, I realized
Destiny was full of blues
Find some warm place to burrie
All those years this body was amiable
Now show your back and run , in hurry
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
I’ve been to counseling.
Uni-life can be stressful, it's a 'judgy' environment.
We're under constant evaluation.
So there’s free counseling.
Have you ever been to counseling, dear reader?
What I love about counseling is that someone has to sit and listen to MY issues..
Wait, doesn’t that sound a lot like poetry!?
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC
Biological fathers are something
I don't know of,
I knew him once,
But he threw a wrench I'm my trust,
Listen up because this is a must.
I walked on through,
No one had a clue,
I put on my greatest show just for you,
When you looked at me,
Through those judgy eyes,
Always wondering why?
Look at her she's gross,
Ewww, no don't touch me,
You might give me a white trash cootie!
You never even stopped to think,
Maybe she might be hurting?
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
A thousand pairs of judgy eyes,
grey, blue, brown, green,
all colors spinning around me
attached to bitter faces,
expressive frowns.
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC