"rudeness" poems
For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods
Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments
Lets help you out by offering some buzzwords
For your important assignments even though they've
been floated around forever,
But we understand you need some help catching up
So memorize these basic premises
And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time
by raking your little brains to create poems with them
Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES
is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in
LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that
much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a
popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART-
Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS
That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and
again so trigger them as you like.
How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that
famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES,
Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also
remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what
I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and
what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off
or SUBMISSIVE another popular one.
Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL
those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG
that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL,
beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that
never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for
drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget
RED, what to do without that pinking away.
So please Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department
keep with the programme and work on these pointers
crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants
Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key.
Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things
Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Sometimes our eyes don't see even though they are wide open.
Mistakes are plenty but humbling ourself to admit them is few and far between.
Could we survive only on our needs instead of our wants?
Do most even know the difference?
So many things in life we take for granted.
Why is it so hard to compliment the things done right yet so easy to point out all you believe to be wrong.
The world as we use to know it was full of morals, manners and respect.
The world as we know it today is is full of rudeness, hate and violence .
A man use to stand for what he believed and his word his honor.
Now he stands behind nothing and speaks no words of what he believes or doesnt.
Who made the world as it is today I ask, as I already know the answer.
It's easy to blame our "leaders", our neighbors, or the generations before or after, but my friends, my brothers and sisters, if we speak the truth as we know it, it was you and I that changed this world when we stood silent.
©kimmied1105
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Rudeness is key to a simpler life,
Rudeness is key to a big fat fight,
Rudeness is rude but I find it funny,
Rudeness could be the cause of a good *** of honey.
Rude
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
Young lad,
I don't find it funny,
I find it quite rude,
Infact, young lad,
That...
Is...
The...
Height...
Of...
Rudeness.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
ill-mannered impolite uneducated
how many words would describe rude
cheeky uncultured inconsiderate crude
how many words would say rude
they say money can't buy you class
then how much did you buy for your crass
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
life doesn't come with instructions....
we should do what is right, not what is easiest....
if you fully trust someone without any doubt, you will get one of two
results: a friend for life or a lesson for life....
if the only thing making us unhappy is our own thoughts, we change
them....
patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude
while waiting....
it is never too late to get your **** together..
AS WE GROW OKDER we learn that. . .
happiness is found when we stop comparing our life to others....
sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places....
if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change.....
others should make no mistake between my personality and my attitude -
my personality being who I am, my attitude depending on who they
are....
the body heals with time and the mind heals with laughter and the
spirit heals with joy....
AS WE GROW OLDER we learn that. . .
to be old and wise, we must first be young and stupid...
just because we you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive....
inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell
happened....
youth is a gift of nature and age is a work of art....
rudeness is a weak persons imitation of strength....
time shows us what really matters....
happiness is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but
doesn't get you anywhere....
the meaning of life is to find our gift and the purpose of life is to
give it away....
Jon York 2016
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
Prepubescent voices
crawl back and forth
A squeaking, scratching chorus of topics
unbeknownst to the speaker
Meaningless sounds produced just to be heard
Drowned out by the unfortunately undeafening silence
of headphones plugged into nothing
Misdirected words, hidden insults, skewed meanings
Subtle bullying pretends to be older and wiser
when it is terrified of new things
Gay, **** emo, **** laughter
Because the body is hilarious
Crowded faces: authority is buried under the splotchy noise
Enter swear here _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
Because ****** is an address
And “You have no friends” is just kidding
“Go **** yourself” is love
Outward rudeness to the man who puts himself though it daily
An example for the even less learned
7-year-old cursing
Because ******* means nothing to them
or anyone else.
Sit down because there are seats
Look in my eyes, taken back immediately
stupidity realized in a golden split second of mortification
Split second passes now with more phantom confidence
One by one skip, saunter, slither down three steps
Yellow noise recedes not fast enough
Obnoxious created by too much television
And its weird to be gay, and gay to be weird
Unacceptable open windows to normality
Jack my swag
Kindly,
Will you please shut the f* * * up.
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
Excuse me Sir, I'm ready to order.
Can I please get some breakfast sandwiches
and a couple of bagels?
Uh, excuse me rudeness! What the hell was that look for?
Can you believe this motherfucker?! One look at my nopal
and he went straight into his skinhead manners brown paper bag
and picked up a big ol' hand full of **** you" and put it all
over his ******* face.
I like how now racism has a new look.
Indifference and side ways looks.
I still ******* matter.
I have a right to be where I please.
As a matter of fact, I have a right to be.
If I want a bagel I would like it without
a side of Caucasian *******
Pinches gringos cabrones.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
Alway with a "How do ya do?"
And a please and thank you
Oh' Southern Queen
If you know what I mean
So kind and lady like
Reading poetry on the back of a motorbike
Greeting strangers as ol' kin
Treating rudeness as a sin
Southern hospitality's her life
Winks at all, yet a loyal wife
Strong in the face of fire
Humanity's her true desire
Can get tough when needed
Her warnings best be heeded
She is handsome as well
A true Southern Bell
Oh' Southern Queen
Thanks for enhancing our scene
You treated my family as your own
Making us feel right at home
For that I give this humble rhyme
You're welcome across the Mason Dixon anytime!
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
so many loud yelps
barking voices
clacking at each other
believing that their ignorance
and unabashed rudeness
will get results
hurray for the strong shouldered
head held high
who ignore such brazen brashness
of the moronic
bravo to you
that can stop an imbecile
dead in his tracks
by a stone cold
even gazed
eye meet eye
stare
stopping the foolish without uttering a word.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated!
Tell me how I may win thee, tell me how I must woo.
Shall I creep to thy white feet, in guise of a humble lover ?
Shall I croon in mild petition, murmuring vows anew ?
Shall I stretch my arms unto thee, biding thy maiden coyness,
Under the silver of morning, under the purple of night ?
Taming my ancient rudeness, checking my heady clamor
Thus, is it thus I must woo thee, oh, my delight?
Nay, 'tis no way of the sea thus to be meekly suitor
I shall storm thee away with laughter wrapped in my beard of snow,
With the wildest of billows for chords I shall harp thee a song for thy bridal,
A mighty lyric of love that feared not nor would forego!
With a red-gold wedding ring, mined from the caves of sunset,
Fast shall I bind thy faith to my faith evermore,
And the stars will wait on our pleasure, the great north wind will trumpet
A thunderous marriage march for the nuptials of sea and shore.
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The whiteness of pearl
The glossiness of gold
See the richness of girl
From me walking away
Feel the warmth of her slap
Sense the sound of her thrash
See the rudeness of the girl
who is walking away
She say “I love your honesty”
I know honesty the best policy
Why is she so lunatic,
who is walking away?
She asked me for date
She was in shopaholic state
Guess the stubbornness of the lunatic
Who calls me miser again
Her gold bracelet not faked
But her sympathy is baked
It’s the attitude of the girl
That is baking that cake
Boy becoming single
Hardly changes the weeks
But the girl who left him
Tails a queue of pervert geeks
Oh come on my freakin brain
Just split out the stupid pain
See the hot figure of the new chick
Who’s walking on my way
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
Water's running down my face, no, tears, their salt is melting into my very bones as I stare at the phone and listen to it, ring, ring, ring...
My caterpillar has finally turned into the beautiful butterfly I believed I dreamed of, only to find myself rejecting him now at every turn. His Grace has grown up, and realized his riddles and rudeness are not the love I deserve, not the one I want, not anymore.
Wonderland has changed, too. It has expounded upon itself, growing larger with newer faces, faces I'm growing to love and cherish more than old.
In the whispering hours of Wonderland, a New Frabjous Face takes my hand and tell me to run with him, and I do. We run and dance and even when the rain is pouring he is still holding my hands and my face and telling me to run and breathe and live so beautifully.
My caterpillar never held my hand in the rain, he always disappeared into the clouds with his booming voice, judging and screaming about his own struggles while I was drowning in mine. Wonderland tends to flood.
Forecast for now though is sunlight with a slight overcast of whimsy.
After the New Frabjous Face, I feel more comfortable in the rain. Maybe it is apart of me, especially since I always beg to go dancing in the rain. Maybe I knew all along the rain was the key to Wonderland.
Caterpillar would be glad to hear I've been forgetting my magical little pills, no safety is swirling through my veins. He always judged me for using them, though he insisted it was my choice. My choice that he disapproved of.
New Frabjous Face and other new friends are new to me, but they makes me feel alive again, like maybe Wonderland can be a happy place again, like maybe the Jabberwocky can learn its place once more.
Ring, ring, ring...
And as the night goes on, I turn away the phone and let it ring, for it doesn't own my heart anymore.
I do.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
I am the first to admit
I’m not God’s gift to women
It’s more like a penance when I’m involved really
And I am certainly a little rough around the edges
But there are certain things you can do
To make yourself more respectable to the fairer ***
Like: be wary of your weight and what suits
Don’t loaf onto a bus with your gut
Hanging out, wearing a stained Hawaiian t-shirt
Sweating like a hog in the midday sun.
I know ladies make allowances:
Ineptitude
Dickishness
Bravado
Rudeness
Even arrogance.
But even our fair compadres draw the line
At sheer disregard for personal hygiene.
I wonder what people think
When they go out dressed like that?
They’re either one of three things:
Very ignorant to what women want,
Femo-phobes,
Or they think they got something ******* special
No woman can resist.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
To love is not to wound deep,
Words unkind, a debt we keep.
Illness calls for care, not scorn,
Rudeness reaps what hate has born.
No excuse for hearts to stray,
Kindness lights the darker way.
In bonds we build, let grace stay,
Disrespect breaks what love may lay.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
Wherever there is darkness
there is light
for this is the law
polarity of life
for love there is hate
for joy there is sorrow
for all the yesterdays
there is tomorrow
for a smile there is a frown
for a laugh, a cry
for hot there is cold
for black there is white
for rudeness there is kindness
for compassion there is scorn
for virtue there is dishonest
for eve there is morn
for forgiveness there is revenge
for wealth there is poor
for wet there is dry
for peace there is war
The wisdom of this law
and the sanity of the soul
is to bring into balance
this eternal life flow
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 4:01 PM UTC
that man shall not be
speaking to me again
his rudeness of manner
is too much to sustain
my inquiry he didn't
see fit to reply to
so I've blocked him
as one is entitled too
no more shall he
be hearing from me
his disrespectful air
really bugged me
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
My darling dear I love you
oh honey I've got it bad
but no more maybe baby
cuz I know that makes you mad
let's sit upon the sofa seat
I have something to say
I bought some bread
a loaf of wheat
that expired yesterday
and it makes me feel so needed
when you tell me what to do
your instructions have been heeded
please don't scream luv, I hear you
doll, your bossiness endears me
and your rudeness I deserve
and I love the way
you squint and say
what you looking at you perv
dearest pumpkin, let me say this
from the moment that we met
I have hungered for our first kiss
have you decided on that yet?
cuz your perfume wakes my senses
it alerts me that your near
sweets, I have no more defenses
just my quick reflexive fear!
©2012 Lyn
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
All those stares everywhere I go,
Beating and burning the back of my head.
Can you even imagine being me -
“Different”, a minority?
Everything is changing as I am
Finding out what I am made of -
Giving me unending pride and
Hope for the future world -
Inspired by equality for all.
Just look inside my soul and
Know that I am not so bad.
Look at me and understand that
My name has changed and it is
Not the same as when I was born.
Operations will transform me into the
Person I am in my heart and in my mind.
Questions from you are welcomed,
Rudeness, however, can be left at the door.
Send your bitterness and hate away to learn
That not all people are the same.
Understand that I will always love myself and
Violence will never ever be the answer
When all I want is to be accepted.
X marks the spot on our hearts when
You have decided to wholly learn to
Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll.
Zero out the cold-heartedness and
You will feel better about yourself.
X’s and O’s go to the people
Who love me for simply being me.
Victory unending goes to those who
Understand and love each other
Through the most difficult times -
Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain.
Realize that we do not need help,
Quit telling us that we are mentally sick,
Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top.
Oh, I hope and dream that the day is
Nearing when we are equal in each eye,
Minorities will cease to exist anymore with
Love that is pure and acceptance for all.
Knowing that each of us is not the same
Just simply goes to show that
I will never let you bring me down.
***** is not my name, never ever will it be.
Gender identity is not a choice -
Forgiveness, though, is a choice.
Educate yourself to gain knowledge.
Do not call me “dude” or ”man”,
Call me Unique, not my birth name.
By all means, you don’t have to love me -
All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Mary Moran can I see you
a minute please?
Sister Agnes said
Mary nodded and followed
the nun along the school corridor
walked past the statue
of the ****** Mary
(no relation)
and into a small office
where the nun
closed the door after them
sit down
the nun said
Mary sat down
crossed her legs
pulled the hem
of her school skirt
over her knees
and looked at the nun blankly
do you know why
you are here?
you asked me to come
Mary replied
*********
(she hoped secretly)
the rim of her school knickers
into a more comfortable place
unmoving face
the nun sighed
and sat at a desk
and put her hands
into a prayer mode
rudeness and disobedience
the nun said
that's why you're here
Mary looked past the nun
at the Crucified on the wall behind
dark brown wood
suntanned figure
dark nails holding
the hands and feet in place
and rumours of you
spreading rumours
about Sister Lucy
and Father Joseph
what rumour is that?
Mary said
leaving the Crucified
and gazing at the nun
you know
the nun said
how can I know
if you don't tell me
Mary said
the nun slapped the desk top
and said
dont try it on with me young lady
I'm not to be played with
(Mary hoped the nun wouldn't
contact her parents
her da was not in the mood
for bad news right now
and last time the nuns contacted
them about her
he tanned her behind
with his big hand
but that was years ago now
and well she was 14 now
and the hag seemed happy
just to moan so)
rudeness and disobedience?
Mary said
me being such?
the nun nodded her black
and white covered head
yes you Moran
and the spreading
of the rumours
Mary looked at the Crucified again
he hadn't moved
her fingers had sorted
the knickers rim out
to comfortableness
I'm sorry
Mary said
it's my menstrual mood swings
it gets to me and after
I feel so ashamed that I kneel down
in front of the statue
of St Therese and ask
for forgiveness so I do
the nun sat steely faced
her thin fingers joined
forming a kind of church structure
is that so?
the nun said
Mary nodded
then you will see Father Joseph
and confess to him
and see what he says about it
Sister Agnes said
eyeing Mary as she stood
and walked from the room
swaying her small behind
and muttered to herself
there's none so blind
as those that want to be blind
and the girl had gone
an odd smell of perfume
being left behind.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
As Mr Joe Cole didn't have the decency, to read any of the poems that I tendered for his challenges... I shall not be participating in them again.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
The face tears—splits—breaks
stained by the soul-blood
that pours out in the interrupting
time–space between two eternities
The replacement is an actor
a master of disguise
repulsive, hated, discarded, exiled
from the world of sweetness
The scar throbs across the face
Its rudeness red
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
The Hardest Forgiving Slant
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9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023
commenced during the Ten Days of Awe
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we debase our language daily,
robbing the spectacular majesty [example]
of awe with the common overusing
vernacular of “awesome”
especially forgiveness is degraded,
we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly,
costless, less than cheap, with even the
snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded,
but move on to the next rudeness
but today I will not permit myself
an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting
of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow,
when we can obfuscate our intrepid
dishonesty one more time…again
to forgive those who have injured us,
not that hard, or the judging deities,
who silently wink and nod, but offer
no certitude beyond trying, itself a
maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this
trying tacking the constant requests
so first an etymology explication on
the tension inherent that very word,
f o r g i v e
As a word, as a sensed,
intuitively-
it is a
Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2)
to
forgive is
perfect,
to forgive is
continuous,,
to forgive is
infinite!
what a marvelous, perpetual
past, present and always futuristic
word (alas)
The Hardest Forgiving?
to forgive oneself
so nearer to impossible,
the first responders doing triage,
leave people like me for last,
as it a unconditional condition
with no cure that can be effected
indeed, by our very affect,
they instant diagnosis seeing our
very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions,
all reveal the hopelessness of
the never-to-be-given-grace,
among us
for a thousand years,
I have tried and failed to forgive myself
for the worst I’ve done,
and there is no sword or club,
blood-letting,
that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry
so I write poetry,
a salve that offers
temporary relief,
while I write,
imposed a
momentarily distracting,
a kind of dusting of self~spin,
that chills myself
just until
the, this!
poem is finished,
the slant is drawn
<§>
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
BY EMILY DICKINSON
Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
I experience solitude
Because I act rude
The effect is compounding
The effect is dumbfounding
I'm stuck in a trend
That will never end
My rudeness they return
So my bridges I burn
My life takes a turn
For connection I yearn
All I feel are the spurs
I live a life sheltered
To avoid being peltered
By the wailing welter
My walls block hate
Which is great
But I also miss love
That travels above
My feet are growing weary from the emptiness I stand
And I can count all of my friends on half of my hand
The half with no fingers
That's a real stinger
Not hearing the ringer
I become a feces flinger
Instead of a beautiful singer
The silence is deafening
My mentality it's threatening
With pain that's resounding
Of the drain I'm rounding
And the lingering loneliness
When I am my only guest
My mind is put to the test
By a solitude that infests
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC