"unappreciated" poems
It's completely finished
But I started
Over again
From the top to bottom
But still,it seems
Unappreciated
Like you do to our
Relationship
Is totally you don't appriciate
So I leaving you a space
Every words that I called sentences
Like us that never
Contiguous
This is seems to be long
But you know you're always
Wrong
This is just my concise poem
That want to remind you
Remindful to you
That once in your
Life
There's one me
Who
Once was used to love you
Even you don't
Love me back as I do
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
Rumpled sheets
Stacked dishes
Heaped clothes
Agenda
Script
Novel
Novel
Novel
Slipping shoes on
Arriving almost
Staying after
Dedication
Perserverance
Optimism
Did anyone ask you?
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
My walls are crumbling down
And I'm not stopping them this time.
Because nobody appreciates
how hard I try to keep them up...
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
When you think you are addicted to being liked,
when you feel like the unimportant ones don't
like you.
When you feel sorry for yourself, for being loved
by only those who matter.
When you think all you have is not enough.
You're wrong, go to sleep.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
I can’t do this. It’s not you it’s me. I think we need to put this on hold.
All things that girls say to him as their future relationships unfold
After being mistreated, abused, neglected, rejected and taken advantage of he just can’t take it anymore
Because these girls didn’t realize that for them, he would cross the seven seas, climb the highest mountain and so much more
He was the most dedicated person when it came to his relationships
Staying up all night, 5 am calls, thoughtful gifts and maybe even surprise trips
But even doing all of that, the girls didn’t realize how special he was until it was too late
He still didn’t let the hurt bother him because he knew that he would find his true love someday by fate
Until then, all of his relationships would end with goodbye
Because he was the unappreciated guy….
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
There's only one thing I see
Black.
There seems to be only one thing
Black.
The blackness goes on and one
Always
Endlessly
Infinitely
Permanently
BLACK
Forever black.
I hardly remember colors.
I sort of remember red
kind of green or maybe it was blue
how would i know,
i can't remember what color went with what name.
maybe it was yellow or pink or orange
or white.
white.
the opposite of black.
what a luxury
an unappreciated luxury
to see the opposite
of black.
what a luxury
to see anything
other than
black.
black.
thats the only color i'm certain of.
i see it all the time.
i wake up
black.
i try to walk
black.
i do nothing
black.
i go to sleep
black.
and the cycle repeats
day
after day
after day
the cycle repeats.
Black.
it's boring
and i'm sick of it
but it's all i have.
black.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
What is a man's life worth?
A man who cares,
gives,
loves,
shares?
And yet, is unappreciated?
A man who stands
by his wife,
through
harsh realities?
And yet, remains unappreciated?
A man who is faithful,
fun,
talented,
hardworking?
And yet, remains unappreciated?
A man who loves wholly,
gives freely,
seeks only
love in return?
And yet, remains unappreciated?
For the one who sees,
the one who knows,
will find
that with appreciation,
his worth is
immeasureable.
His value priceless.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC
The moment for us to say our goodbyes has come
Our eyes will flood then we’ll be on our way
A final farewell to what once belonged to both of us
Times run out but we have plenty of regrets
My brown eyed November
You’ll never know what you were worth to me
Even after the fights, the excruciating frustration
I would walk on broken glass barefoot just to get to you
To be honest there isn’t much I’d do for you
But now I can’t do anything
I gave you everything and you walked away
I know, but you don’t
Have a clue how much damage you’ve done to me
I never told you my secrets
I never told you everything
My brown eyed November
You don’t know how much you meant to me
The moon fall and the sun rise
Shine on our lies
I knew you were treacherous
Yet I still clinged to you hoping maybe it would all change
Let’s end this, I want it
I need to calm down
My brown eyed November
You are truly invaluable
The ocean bathes us the sand dries
Cleansing our lives
You couldn’t care less
My appreciation goes unappreciated
If it isn’t and I am wrong
Please, now is the time to tell me
The karma
Bad karma
The cause of all of this
The memories of you will stay even when you are gone
Mistrust will linger but hope resonates
We’re like summer in the fall, we’re leaving
Mistreating, believing
After all this I don’t want to be your one and only victim
What do you care? You never believed in soul mates or in true love
I can’t stay, even though I want to
You gave false hope and empty promises
Injected me with a tranquilizer and put me in a state of gullibility
Was I dramatic or miserable?
I know you can’t be replaced, why would I want another one like you?
So good bye my brown eyed November
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Endless hours of committed effort,
which frequently felt unrecognised and unappreciated.
Deep down in your desireful soul,
you teased yourself with ambitious day dreams.
The incentive of recognition and opportunity,
put wind in your talented sails.
But now you've got the break,
to perform on that mythical stage.
The first chance filled spark has ignited,
and will hopefully burst into a colourful blazing future.
Grasp your chance with your unique determination,
seize the opportunity with grit and pride.
Achievement is fulfilment,
the more you achieve the more you bask in
the blissful sunshine of life.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
I did my best to keep you around
But you left me hanging and you strayed away
From where I am, I’ll stand my ground
Knowing that I can’t make you stay
Every sleepless night I think about you
How much love for it to be true
The look in my eyes is so blue
Wondering what I put you through
I see your face in every girl
The longing for you grows more and more
Love, you’re all I’m searching for
Even though things aren't the same anymore
Trees will grow, Flowers will bloom
The Sky will turn black and blue
But my love will always embrace
Always near you, soaking
Like how the sun shine on you in the morning
Time passed and days gone by
The rift that keep us apart will be mend
Towards the moment that we've all been waiting for
For you and I
To come out and pour our hearts out
It came, the words that I’ve been so afraid
To hear
The feelings that’s been kept for so long
To feel
The way our eyes are lock on each other like never before
To see
That your heart is not the same as mine
I did my best to keep you around
But you left and never looked back
I did my best to keep you around
To you
The person I've never had
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I’ll keep your secrets,
but you won’t keep me.
You’ll spend time with me,
and you’ll tell me promises
that aren’t quite lies, yet.
But I know they will be.
You'll only throw me out,
just leave me standing there.
The lash of words you say
will cut like daggers
straight through me.
But your secrets won’t leak out
and I won’t seek for revenge.
Instead, I let you go.
Knowing full well that you’ll regret
your actions and your crushing words.
I can’t say how long it will
take you to realize it, but you will.
And when you do, you’ll come back,
just like they all do.
You’ll start to express how sorry you are.
For all of the terrible things you said to me.
How I didn’t deserve any of it.
How you were so wrong.
How you hope I’ll forgive you.
And I’ll tell you what I tell the rest.
It’s fine. It’s just life. I’m not one to hold
a grudge and I haven’t. Thank you for
your apology, I really appreciate it.
And we’ll talk for a while;
try to get back to old times.
But it won’t work.
You’ve already hurt me.
And from that I grew, and I learned.
But I didn’t learn enough
to not live the story again and again.
The thing is: I don’t have to be nice.
I could share your secrets with the world.
I could make your life hell,
just like you’ve made mine.
I don’t have to forgive you.
I could hate you.
But that’s not how I am.
And even though time and time again
I go on abandoned and unappreciated
I still swear to keep your secrets safe.
I still meant the statements that followed every “I promise”
And I still care about you.
But not in the same way I used to.
You were still wrong, and now I just wish you the best.
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 12:30 PM UTC
I see you're working
working very hard
not for yourself alone
but for your loved ones too.
It's a shame that they don't see it
Oh, I know how it feels
It feels like it's all for naught
But it feels so right once you see them smile
I'll tell you, never stop working hard
even if no one sees you and your heart
even if the lack of appreciation makes you cry at night
even if it takes everything of you to fight
Never stop working
They can't see it but you make them happy
That's what you wanted, right?
Never stop trying to make them happy.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
I love listening to you.
In any way possible.
Whether it's big or small.
Sometimes I get lost in not just the words you speak.
But the actions that follow.
I hate interrupting.
Adding on to previous statements.
Until I know that your completely done.
Not wanting to make you feel unappreciated.
My hands following yours in the deepest form of flattery.
Open ended questions that lead to hour after hour of communication.
My fondness for you growing deeper and deeper.
At times I can't help but interrupt.
Our pauses taking a bit longer after each statement.
It's the anticipation that I want you to know.
That I am listening and take to heart what you are saying.
Stretching myself to cover every part of you.
Completely attentive excited that you'd consider my opinion.
To sit back and reflect without jumping to conclusion.
The one thing that I can do to improve myself.
To love you better.
To accept any and every change that may occur.
A safe place where we can do and say anything without being judged.
I love listening to you.
Specifically without interrupting.
Noticing how happy you are being heard.
With the intent of hearing what you are truly saying.
I appreciate you for truly understanding that if I do interrupt
It's truly the sole purpose of how much I care
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Millennials at Work and War
Scorn not the snowflake who stands watch for us
Now thrown into the existential struggle
Surrendering their youth and taking up life
They muster in the fields and factories
And in their elders’ undeclared, shadowy wars
Uniformed in an unappreciated sense
Of duty and dignity while scorned by those
Who take their ease upon the couches of sloth
And fling cheap mockery at millennials
Who take up tools and work and love of life
Sometimes to die in deserts still unmapped
While generals dismiss their casualties as light
Despised as snowflakes by keyboard commandos
Who never got closer to any war
Than a John Wayne ketchup-bloody movie.
Some work long double shifts through university
In a sawmill, shop, or fast foodery
Only to be dismissed as slacker layabouts,
But expected to trust those who condemn them
For not being the greatest generation
As defined by those who never served at all
And while being criticized they will grab
A quick cup of coffee for the night shift
Staffing the hospitals and police patrols
That keep their sneering critics alive and safe
They drive the trucks, they man the ships, they work
They drill for oil, these useless millennials
While idlers lounge long in the coffee shops
And YooToob computered jokes about them
Millennials have no time for coloring books
Or comfort animals or revolution
For they are weary with study and work
The best of them make no demands, but, sure
A little respect, hard-earned, would be nice
If only the scripted singer-songwriters
Would pack up the tired old stereotypes
And see millennials as they truly are
But darkness falls – they must go back to work
On the eleven-seven, the graveyard shift
They do not burn draft cards or Medicare cards
Instead through work they illuminate this world
And build it up with continued sacrifice
Scorn not the snowflake who stands watch for us
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Blood is thicker than water as youth we were told,
But families are divided and their veins run so cold.
Funerals seem to be the only time they gather or talk,
Hard times are the only time on your door they knock.
From birth was taught family values and love implanted,
Feeling alone, unappreciated, and so taken for granted.
Could it possibly be they are feeling the same as me,
A visit, phone call, or text message could be the key.
They say I love you and to please call if ever in need,
Love from family is what my heart desires indeed.
Oh, how I miss my grandma cooking in the kitchen,
Always a blessing to gather and see everyone pitch in.
We shamefully have not carried on the traditions,
Of our loved ones gone before us full of ambitions.
Pride was instilled to honor thy father and mother,
To stand behind and support your sister and brother.
Neighbors and strangers did our family they make part,
Love not based on material things but from a true heart.
So get off your high horse and get over your ego trip,
It is time to pull together and bring back the kinship.
Love to you all and may you pick up the phone,
Don’t wait, they can not answer once ashes and bone.
VLK
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
Oh master of chemistry
What wonders you devise
Some make us happy
Some save our lives
Sterile lab coat
In a white sterile cell
You toil all hours
To create the newest pill
We never acknowledge
Your struggle and strife
For the chemical wonders
That are part of our life.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
I heard a story that moonlight was no more,
And I wept for the forlorn stars,
Forever now,
Orphaned, lost and fatherless.
For the man in the moon had
To galaxies uncharted, gone off,
Feeling unappreciated by the human race.
He found a milky white galaxy,
Where the light of his moonbeams poems
Would illuminate the nighttime sky,
And that is where I wish to be
Too.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
I loved you
like I was never hurt before
You left me
like you'd never hoped for more
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
I slave away
Pen in hand
Trying to express
The way I feel
About some things
Not trying to impress
I write and write
I try my best
To put out a masterpiece
But time after time
Rhyme after rhyme
The dream is not yet complete
To look at some
Who get everything
People drooling over their roughs
The comments pile up
But my poems remain
Empty and untouched
Although I write
For no one else
It still would be very nice
For people to
Appreciate
The emotion in what I write
The worst part is
I'll never know
If I was ever any good
Because people could
Never take the time
To give my work a look
No one looks
No one cares
At the poems I write each day
All I ask
Is for a word
Your thoughts on what I say
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
Unappreciated
i do everything i can
for people that i love
yet they don't seem to notice
the extra miles i walk for them
Unwanted
they choose others over me
when I'd choose them over others
i am everyone's last choice
i am everyone's last resort
Unworthy
i deem myself unworthy of time
for one seems to give me theirs
it's sad how i give every second i have
to the people who won't give me a minute
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
streetlights ignite
the darkness after nightfall
setting the shadows ablaze
and, all the while,
remain endlessly
unprecedented unattractive unappreciated and unnoticed
despite their best intentions
and unaltered loyalty to illuminate our nights
without them, nighttime wanderers
would be absorbed by the night
and not be seen til morning
they are the only guides left
when twilight swallows the adventurous whole
so this is a thank you
to the undervalued streetlights
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
I Tried! And Tried! I tried my best for you to show you that … I loved you. It wasn't good enough.
My heart wrote you poems for you. My heart wrote poems about you. It wasn’t good enough.
It wasn’t love at first site. But I loved you at your darkest.
The darkness came over you, but I never left you.
You will never know that I would come home and cry in the corner of the room, because of you.
Because of you! I lost my smile.
Because of you! I lost my temper with friends as I would stick up for you.
Because of you! I overthought.
Because of you!
Because of you! Because of ******* you!
Maybe you didn’t mean to rip out the veins of my heart. And yeah maybe you didn’t mean to call out the green eyed monster which sleeps inside of me.
You said you wanted to be with me, so why was you in such a rush to give me away.
I AM NOT A CHARITY CASE! I AM A HUMAN BEING WITH FEELINGS SO PLEASE TREAT ME LIKE ONE!
I can’t get mad at you because this is life.
Life will bring you up to the highest of heights and drop you.
Yes! I will always love you. But I’ll never forget the pain I was suffering in silence.
I’ll never forget the worthless feeling I would get.
I’ll never forget how I felt so unappreciated.
But now it’s time for me to find someone that will appreciate all the things I do for them.
Someone that will laugh at all my jokes, even if their cheesy.
We will look at each other with a smile and tell ourselves “how did we get like this?”
Yeah. I saw a future with you, it was so clear…. But clearly to you that was just a blur.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I didn't pay attention to you.
I couldn't bare your company.
I didn't know much about you.
Maybe I didn't even meet you.
All I know is that you loved me,
no matter my
imperfections.
It's a shame to say that I didn't care for your aging heart
until the day you
left.
The day I had to say goodbye to someone I hardly knew
once
twice
thrice.
Then I grew up and realized what you mean to me
and couldn't even tell you.
I'm sorry I didn't appreciate you
for you always loved me
and I hope that you know
that I love you too.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
Close your eyes, b r e a t h e, make a wish, and blow--
release the seeds of your dreams and let them g r o w
wild, like weeds... unappreciated by those who
don't understand them but resilient and persistent
for those who know how to handle them.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC