"unappreciation" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I think my words speak for themselves;}
tired of the blinded faults
disgusted by the brutal unappreciation
manifested in the untied bonds
to **** the place and fire up the numbs
maybe ending in tons of regrets and flooded ponds
yet my indecisive conscience knows no faked up fonts
and my rage is bored of a game of prison where no fun
just please me with your silence drowned
keep me with your mouths shut down
you call me rage with no bounds
well blame yourselves for the upcoming storm and sounds
-----ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC
you ask me what it's like to be black
and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling
like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day
eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid
and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove
and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home
but you ask me what it's like to be black
in america
and i'll fall silent of conversation
because as you see history repeats itself
i don't understand why there is still need for explanation
in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation
here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation
and ignorant folk,
why do you ask me such things?
why are you people mad?
why is it about race?
and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing?
is he not entitled to his song or his wings?
as green as the earth and as blue as the sky
i will only explain to an ear willing to listen
to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind
because as God as my witness we were created as equal
and for that given right we must die?
i will sit back and in turn ask you why;
i bet you couldn't say
and maybe we will all learn the answer some day
so join me in prayer will you?
join me as i pray:
*to the children of Chicago
who can't go out to play
to the sons and fathers of
Missouri and Florida and New York
who will never again see the light of day
to the mother's pain that may fade
but won't ever go away
to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways
God won't You heal their pain?*
they're so hard on us, Lord
now we're hard on ourselves
and on our knees we have fallen
needing guidance and help
because it isn't about being privilged
or living for the light we're consumed in
being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black
it's about being accepted as human.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Feeling empty and sullen
A thin shell
With no direction
Mumbling distaste and unappreciation
To his computer screen
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:37 AM UTC
Clairvoyant vision and elegant rythym
Perfect expression and she saw within him
She was powerful, she was undeplorable
Loosing her, made writing unlegible
Heterocromic brown eyes
Draws regret to his lies
Her voice can change the tide
and incinerate your soul inside
He was derranged, blind, and in pain
Thus he inflicted so much of the same
He could not forgive his serious miststakes
Unable to change, he turned the page.
A new being, a new man
He will correct his change
And never look for blame
Complete and imperfect.
He will await a new first kiss
with the illustrious
This poem was written about a teenage boy
He was young, aggravated, and destroyed
He met a young girl who was everything
He failed to act right and express his meaning
His impatients and unappreciation ended
Timely mended, led him to understanding.
If you know and love what you have, you will never loose it...
unless it needs to be lost and refound.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
What do I have left to give
I’m spent and fading like a week-old rose
I gave my beauty to uncaring eyes
Who never saw beyond the makeup
I gave my talent to unfeeling moguls
Who used it just to monetize
I gave my wisdom to foolish clowns
Who read my musings upside down
I gave my razor wit to empty faces
Who never tried to get the joke
I gave my toil to unappreciation
And unwillingness to compensate
I sang my song to deafened ears
And never got to hear applause
I wrote my words on tissue paper
And they left them outside in the rain
I gave my heart in hopeful sharing
And got it back in shredded pieces
I have nothing left to give....but up
And somehow I just can’t do that.
ljm
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
it seems so silly to complain
about a luck that i have gained
a nice house
my own car
education, health,
and a loving family
anyone would look at me
with the silliest face
what am i thinking,
what a disgrace?
my problems are peas in comparison to others
but hey, i have feelings,
please don't neglect them.
a nonstop pressure
and accidental unappreciation
suddenly i am the girl
who has everything: "appreciate!"
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
Dear Time,
So many have sought to escape you.
Either that, or they want more of you.
They beg in desperation.
You turn your icy shoulder,
denying them in their cries for mercy.
In the end, you claim everyone for your own.
Wearing them down until they are nothing but bone,
and after that you grind them into nothing.
You rob people of their long lives.
You move quick and just out of reach.
Unless there is suffering,
then you move like a calm lake,
slow,
contemplating.
I understand.
You just want to feel wanted.
You are tired of being used,
wasted,
ignored,
taken for granted.
This unappreciation comes from every direction.
Squeezing you tight into a box of neglect.
You just want to show them.
To make them see.
To make them pay attention.
Their grief.
Their hatred.
Their longing.
But you are like the hammer to the nail.
It is hard for the nail to appreciate the hammer,
no matter it's intentions.
The hammer wants them to appreciate it,
after all,
it is putting them to good use.
But all the nail sees is the method.
Never the outcome.
Sincerest regards,
Humanity
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC