"unpleasing" poems
When daisies pied and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!—O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
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Why am I not surprised...?
This, always happens to me..
Nothing ever works out.. with anyone.
Everyone always leaves.
And it'll never be the same.
Wake me up.. some other day!
When the rain stops pouring over me.
and the sun comes out for a while..
But of course that's too much to ask for,
I'm in another life,
Where you can't hurt me anymore,
But that doesn't stop this fight.
I'm breathing.
Hey, wait I think I'm breaking.
I'm over the edge just thinking,
What if this is unpleasing, to you
I hope it's not,
Because the thought makes me go into shock,
I use to be falling so hard for you,
but it seems lately I've been crying it through
and now things are clearing up just a bit,
but my eyes are still red and I just can't help it.
So, please tell me this
Did I really hurt you?
I hope that I didn't,
I'm just trying to get through.
Because honestly an apology is long overdue.
But of course it'd be mine,
The line that'll seem blind,
Did you see it or not,
I think that you may have skipped it.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Born into an unpleasing society.
Stardust blown into her eyes.
A wonderful dreamer living on prideful lies.
Hope to one day find her way.
A capricorn fate, waiting for the day.
Growing up at a too fast rate.
Musically alive, holding on to lyrics to survive.
The black hole pulled her in.
Left her dead with no way to win.
Addicted but not ashamed.
Picture perfect and perfectly framed.
She is beautiful but doesn't know.
Her free spirit and selfishness is sure to show.
Psychotically sane, holding in her pain.
She misses her old life.
She'll regain that love and passion she once knew.
But for now her brighter days are fading to blue.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
we found him laying barely breathing
and now were sitting silently grieving
the information were receiving
seems to be so unpleasing
so cold hearted almost freezing
cant stop the sniffling constant sneezing
full of cries not only weezing
from the pain your death is leaving
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
When I was in eighth grade
I was told to define "love"
I already felt like I've been played
When push came to shove
Played in these stupid mind games
Wondering if he's thinking about me
At the same time I was thinking about an "us"
And what we could be
Would the thought make him grimace?
Or explode with glee?
Why can't he say it?
Why can't i?
I guess neither of us have true grit
I'm just wondering why
Does it make me hypocrite?
No matter the amount of flirting
Neither will admit
My heart's aching
Why can't someone commit?
What are we gaining?
The wondering is endless
Not that I'm helping
For I'm too nervous
That I'll just be babbling
The unknown is monstrous
Emptying my soul
To him would be difficult
Will it fill mmy hearts hole?
Or have unpleasing results?
My emotions are out of control
Reading into everything you do
Hoping for a sign
Or the slightest clue,
That you could be mine
What makes this such taboo?
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
There lived a man, a crooked man
Whose journey was indeed sheer folly
He had hoped to meet someone, just anyone
To share his plight and story
Many had seen him walk his crooked walk
But thought him unpleasing and crazy
We had watched from afar, afraid to go near
And we had avoided him completely
We could've looked past his decrepit state
But we invested much in seeing with naked eyes
So quickly we turned the other way
We cared not if he lives or dies
We could've helped this man
To close the journey that he had then begun
The earth would now claim his body where it laid
As his soul disappears into the sun
Know this man, the crooked man
Whose looks weighed on us a tonne
We've lost the chance to see this man
The man we conveniently chose to shun
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Does she sound familiar to you
she is sound of familiarity between strangers
You can call her the vintage sound
The intrusion that can’t be ignored
Tick tock ,don’t save the last dance for later
Repelled from the future to stay away from the present
Her Pendulum swing in search of happiness
she said we all need the clocksmith to repair our broken piece
Polish and shine me all you want without my sound am nothing
she might be an unpleasing sound to a married ear
forgive her if she craves for attention ,getting old and rusted is not a perfect look
Tick tock sees herself in the mirror only her reflection was no more
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
There was an old person of Bromley,
Whose ways were not cheerful or comely;
He sate in the dust,
Eating spiders and crust,
That unpleasing old person of Bromley.
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Men are like shoes
You have to learn what pair to choose
The pretty ones will be in the front row
The front row is always seen first
And yes the shoes look marvelously perfect
But before you buy those shoes
TRY THEM ON
Because some shoes can cause pain
Can hurt, and leave mark behind
They will leave you torn apart
They will look perfect but feel so unpleasing
Sometimes we forget that the shoes in the back, exist
We choose the ones that are put in front of us
And we get lost in the same idea of nothingness
Sometimes those pretty shoes don't fit
but we keep them because our heart desires them
But the shoes that truly fit us are in the back,
the ones that are not as brilliant to the eye
yet, they have the notion to make us feel better
We have to decide whether we keep wearing the same shoes
Keep hurting ourselves
Or instead look for that pair that will make us feel new and better/.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Don't matter who you are,
or how much money you make.
Don't matter if you tithe each Sunday,
God can see a fake.
When people know how much you give,
or just how much you've done,
it's hard to call that humble when your
bragging to your son.
If people turn and walk away, you can bet
they have good reason.
God want's us all to be the best we can
and get away from those unpleasing.
I won't raise my voice in anger,
or even scream or shout.
I realize I'm not perfect, yet you don't need
to point that out.
God know's he still has much to teach me,
but my hearts in the right place.
When all is said and done for us,
your money you can't take!
By Bevi Jean
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
I wanted to tell you, how I really felt.
I wanted to tell you, how much I liked you
I wanted to tell you, how much you meant to me.
I wanted to tell you all this is person but I was too afraid of getting an answer back, that would be unpleasing to the eye.
I'm afraid you'll reject me in a way that I've never felt before.
A feeling of hatred will come upon me as well as the feeling of heart break
but I text you that I need to tell you something but cant figure a way to get the words out.
so Ill do it here.
I really like you. Ever since you said you didn't want to date. I gained more and more feelings for you. Isnt it crazy? I want to tell you how I feel but "I'm afraid"
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Strangest thing about racism in general.
Is in one another, we see each other.
And it doesn't matter the racial heritage.
In lovers, there's a common trait.
Some that's good.
Some, where we realize our mistakes?
Maybe, it's true.
That opposite attracts.
Then that's like the word bad luck being toss at the Black Cat.
Who didn't play a decision in its color?
We, as people are not really different.
We , all judge each other by their pigmentation.
Even down to the police department.
What ethnicity was the suspect?
What's their eye color?
So on and so on.
Folks, within one another we see each other.
We even debate the race of Jesus.
Which is more unpleasing to God.
Because he want us to be judged by the heart
Where the beginning of love starts?
In heaven, there's no separate slots.
Just to enter, you're selected by God.
Scriptures teaches, not all with get to go.
Yes, even the hell raiser Satan does know.
Still, in one another , we see each other.
Similar to new born infants.
There don't know what color they are.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
She was calling
I could hear it
She was so close
I could taste her breathe
Visualize her smell
My senses were tangling
Her form was breath taking
Her grasp on me was
Of another nature
I was of her making
Her lips were pale
The feel of them left me
Mesmerize
In another dimension
A slave
Working the manors
Of her body
No
It wasn’t rational
It was somewhat
Inefficient
She required more
Desired more
Treasured
Cherished
She couldn’t get enough of me
I was her craving
To her
Oxygen was irrelevant
I
Me
I was her
Everything
But yet
She was always livid
Moving with relentless emotion
Every time she danced
I felt a swipe of wind
Tear my face
Length to length
A smile made a path
But
I wasn’t happy with this
This
What I’d become
I was furious
I wish I could have said no
But she
Her presence removed all illness
Unwillingly she was the puppeteer master
I was made of wood and had to be held
Up
By her hands
She held the strings to my existence
I had let her cress me
Make me into the one she wanted
I let her do as she so pleased
But even that
That
Was no good
I had given up just
When she
She had given all
I was thru
She had just began
I guess two opposites really do attract
I couldn’t get enough
Enough of her touch
Her smell
I tried telling myself I was done
With her
With these lies
These games we play
But I just couldn’t get enough
As much as I hate to admit it
I loved her
With everything in me
I loved her
You see that “loved”
Past tense
Cause at some point I
I worked up the courage to say no
Ended those unpleasing nights
I grew tired of it all and finally said no
I wasn’t hers and she wasn’t mine
I was simply the fool she toyed with
At night, of course
But
Somewhere
Something
Inside I missed her
And it grew and grew with great force
Until I wasn’t there anymore
There was none of me left to miss her
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
The ticking bomb of hate,
Constantly showering over our heads.
The unexpected explosions
Creating an even bigger gap,
Between you and I.
An exchange of wishful and unpleasing death
Yelled from across the battle field
We used to be World Peace,
But now we are,
World War III
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
my mind is somewhere but
my heart can't find it.
thoughts are ruling my head
but i'm being mislead.
i don't like who i am and it's
a pretty **** shame.
i can't seem to find or choose
which me i want to be.
my thoughts aren't clean and
i'm madder than hell.
to be wise is something that
i've loss long ago.
mentally the brain it's a cold
round empty ball.
an open field filled with empty
thoughts which are unpleasing.
defeated is what it is and it's has
a surreal way of taking over me.
there's no love there's no joy and
within i have no peace.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
The kingdom I believe is within him
The night before last was the wind and it's sensations
I couldn't touch the grandness but I felt its nose peck at me with rays of swift fire
I didn't think the sand would bleed through my fists and the gold melted into my nails
(He was beautiful)
I was awake in another dimension asleep in a beautiful enigma of reality's hammock
The trees swiftly took me into the pyramids and strolled me into it's heaven and I couldn't laugh I couldn't lift, but in awe
My heart was thumping and my jaw was a quiver
Until, my lips were stale as he lounged on satin wire (my love is dyeing)
As he dove into his right fist his arms were wide
Until, the joy was unpleasing
and I couldn't lie around before I decided that I was to leave
The Nile was swift and fruitful
The lagoon was my midnight sensation
Dreams were further he was to close
I couldn't say the truth
The desert embers on my teeth
And every bite I bleed a lie
I don't think I care anymore
(I should go)
He left with cracked diamonds and their flesh sparkling and my name was on either ring
I wringed for anything in us
but drops were nothing
The sizzle dissipates into air
Our burn was to simmer sometime
( I will leave now)
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
lack of motivation
life gets overwhelming
where am i consciously
thoughts are unpleasing
they tell me "chin up" but it's not that easy
swear it's like a disease
only can rely on me
tell me , am i setting myself up to fail?
just wanna make it , don't tell me the ship has sailed
spinning in circles , ******* life derailed
just take my *** to jail
problems too big it broke the scale
i'm losing myself ; can no longer feel
is anything left even real?
lost control soon as i took my hands off the wheel
swear i'm so low , how is this ideal?
gasping for air
if i took my last breath
who would care?
death and despair
why can't i just disappear
ripped apart from reality
the page tears
fell to my knees
so i say a prayer
why is happiness having an affair
how can i find myself
try to rewire my brain
force feed me pills to get rid of the pain
think i'm going insane
i'm not that picture perfect
don't pick me up and put me in a frame
compared to you , we are not the same
stuck in a slump
this is a speed bump
fall back down just to get up
than i shrug
life's got me ****** up
but negativity i will unplug
sweep these feelings under a rug
squash depression like a bug
don't come around if you ain't got no love
least i know my way back home
where the flowers bloom
the fireflies glow
when i take a midnight stroll
if i get lost along the way
i'll search for the words i wrote
and sing along to the tune that goes
"you might hit me with throws
and the low blows
put me on a ledge
keep me on my toes
but this is not the life i chose
if i'm down only god knows
i'll find the glasses colored with rose"
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
some monsters are me
me
me
me
me
some monsters
R
in my muscles
grotesque
those greased
unpleasing spit
me
me
me
me
me
those monsters are meat
and
blud
and
stuff
those beasts
are heavy ****
and R me
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 6:30 AM UTC
I would rather trust a women's instinct than a mans reason, I'm sick and tired of fake people for many different reasons.
A women's instinct is the truth no reason to mis lead me. All these fake other people around are a new bread of ******* leaches.
They make me sick they really do cockroach little leaches, I had to write this poem to get all this anger out my system, I see them coming from were they don't I won't let them in my head no I won't.
They mind games are seriously silly hurry up tick tock the clock is ticking, you ******* leaches creatures always scheming and tricking.
Your end game is your game my anger is your pain I refuse to play dumb that situation has Ended, you blocked and un followed yes mate you un freinded, my Pen is so angry let the words speak to mend it.
How can I trust a mans reason? When a mans reason is unpleasing two faced qweek'ly judging realising that trust was nothing.
At least a womens instinct is realistic no mind games no bull **** she's trusting not wanting not thinking she needs to be winning. That game she ain't playing her instincs are all she's saying.
She ain't got nothing to gain but a simple solution to my pain, let me be honest and explain I'm sick of fake people who always sound the same. So let me remind you my poetry's so exciting.
JidosReality 6.6.15
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
So many times in life
Have my eyes deceived
My heart has coerced me the wrong way
Down paths unyielding of self-deprecation
In eyes of pressured sight
concluding the colours of beauty
To be the ones I am told;
Not the ones I actually gape upon
Foreign film now dubbed in unpleasing vocal falsities
No longer subtitled
As music suddenly gleeful overtakes folky routes, now vanish
Where did I go to hide
Suspended space and time, for how long, I know not
Just waiting for someone to say
I will save you
And there you rose
To remind me that olive grey is my favourite
That the gravelly thump of blues can make me shine
That loneliness is never loneliness
When within your heart I stay
On my sweet
How we watch this world through Paris eyes
Two minds wrapped in one another
I never sleep without you
For even in loss you appear in dream.
Wonderful points in which we change
Change in self-awareness
Confidence in portraits we paint each other
Hold me in your thoughts
For with you I cling to love
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 11:27 AM UTC
I watched the serenity, alone
Reflections of a mountain sky
I thought of skipping rocks
But it wasn’t my right
It would be unpleasing to the eye
So my stones did not fly
For upon still calm waters, to atone
Is to accept peace in its natural state
And not as something that I own
I watched the war, alone
Failure of the human spirit
I thought about the legacy of man
But what of my right
Is it something that I inherit
Or earn by merit
For upon rippled waters, to atone
Is to know a past life is not the fate
That must cast its dominion upon my own
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
It’s the many situations that arise
Yet it is documentation that is seen with thine eyes
Voices that argue present no truth
The route to deceive
It is not the assumption to perceive
But carefully analyzing in what is actually received
Voice of chosen words
Open ears in being heard
The multitudes in overwhelming mount
It’s the resolutions that truly count
Unity being the community
My sisters and brothers
We are like no other
The proof being the movement and documents being the solid brass
The evidence in being up front and not making it last
Coming together in visualizing effort
What is unpleasing and distasteful too think
It’s like a downing ship that will only sink
Yet prosper on meaningful thoughts with direction leading to possibilities in organized sought
But it takes continual activity
This is what is too become a reality
Lift every voice and sing
Yet I want to leave you with one thing
“Action in multitude and together we shall soothe”
With that said, I must conclude.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
If you see something that you find different is it ugly or pretty to you. If you see someone that is different, how do you judge their worth? If someone does not have the traits that are attractive to you, are they unpleasing to see. Where does beauty lie? Is it inside of a person or a thing. Something that might be an ugly rock can be polished into a beautiful gem. A person who is awkward at one point might be graceful at another. Where does beauty lie? Is there a set scale that truly measure it, or are there many things that must be accounted for? Where does beauty lie?
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC