"loathsomeness" poems
What I fancy I approve,
No dislike there is in love:
Be my mistress short or tall,
And distorted therewithal:
Be she likewise one of those,
That an acre hath of nose:
Be her forehead and her eyes
Full of incongruities:
Be her cheeks so shallow too,
As to show her tongue wag through;
Be her lips ill hung or set,
And her grinders black as jet:
Hath she thin hair, hath she none,
She’s to me a paragon.
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Life's full of them
Appointments, mis-appointment and disappointments
They all evoke a myriad of emotions
No wonder, to be human is to be frustrated
Therefore, humans can be termed frustrated beings
Most often than not we're gloom and doom filled
The welling up of frustration and anger mount
Erupting and consuming us with rage and loathsomeness
Why be captives of our frustrated beings
Why not reach out
Damp the frustration and be as free as birds
Though we all can't be Eagles
Salvation is never far away
If you chose to see it, then, you can seize it.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
Manipulation
is how you convince me
to believe that i am nothing.
And even though i know your methods,
I still cant avoid your grasp
As i gasp;
At the loathsomeness I feel
For wanting your love.
You toss me aside
With the old banana
That was just a little
Too ripe
For your liking.
Drowning in filth,
I cry out for you;
Mother, Mother!
Though only darkness
Comes to my aid.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC