"unpraised" poems - Hello Poetry

Dearest society, What do you think of me? Am I thin enough? Too fat, too short, too ugly? Well that's just tough **** I've had enough of it. I'm a person. I've done nothing. No killing or arson. Why is it you think that of me? Because of my anger and sobriety? You push us all out, Is it not enough that we cry and doubt? Stick me with your knife and twist it. But where's my heart? You missed it. I'll laugh at you and scream. Burn the cherry with a hint of cream. I'll smear your blood on my left hand, And as you die I'll be there to stand. You'll be ashes as I stand for eternity. I walk alone hood raised, Unpraised, Covering my colourful face, The dark bags and disgrace, I live with unbearable shame, I live in agony and pain. I'm frantic, even in your arms, I cannot sleep in this down, dumb world. I've found comfort in this lonliness. I cross my heart, hope to die, sit alone and curse the sky. I learn to adore, Then sit back and die a little more. I smoke the days last cigarette, Thinking of all the things people have said. Sometimes I pretend I don't hear them talk but only if I can, About the same old cliche̅s, "is it women? Is it man?"

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC

KarlWarren

A Note To Society And It's Expectations

Dearest society, What do you think of me? Am I thin enough? Too fat, too short, too ugly? Well that's just tough **** I've had enough of it. I'm a person. I've done nothing. No killing or arson. Why is it you think that of me? Because of my anger and sobriety? You push us all out, Is it not enough that we cry and doubt? Stick me with your knife and twist it. But where's my heart? You missed it. I'll laugh at you and scream. Burn the cherry with a hint of cream. I'll smear your blood on my left hand, And as you die I'll be there to stand. You'll be ashes as I stand for eternity. I walk alone hood raised, Unpraised, Covering my colourful face, The dark bags and disgrace, I live with unbearable shame, I live in agony and pain. I'm frantic, even in your arms, I cannot sleep in this down, dumb world. I've found comfort in this lonliness. I cross my heart, hope to die, sit alone and curse the sky. I learn to adore, Then sit back and die a little more. I smoke the days last cigarette, Thinking of all the things people have said. Sometimes I pretend I don't hear them talk but only if I can, About the same old cliche̅s, "is it women? Is it man?"

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How thy litheness dimmed by the light but with gleams of c'rious insight And shalt then thou start to sparkle Grab victory, win the battle Thou art just a little devil Whose story gives people a shrill But still thou never lose thy thrill; abound with tricks, traps and bad will How thou dwelt there within my heart! Delights it and tears it apart! Thou art the sky to my blunt night Thou hold my fear and squeeze my fright A little devil, just as thou art Unloved by many holy hearts But to me thou art not a fiend At times thou art my only friend! Thou liveth both my body and soul Mocks the good deeds but praises the foul When I am hurt thou start to grow Give my en'mies a gravely show How t'ose tears wrapped along thy eyes! Blame the sick moon and moorish skies! They've no love despite their promise Our suffering's just what they shalt wish. But I dear you, my little mate Thou art my laugh and childlike path Although unpraised just as we are from each other we shan't be far.

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Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC

stephanie-cynthia

A Little Devil

How thy litheness dimmed by the light but with gleams of c'rious insight And shalt then thou start to sparkle Grab victory, win the battle Thou art just a little devil Whose story gives people a shrill But still thou never lose thy thrill; abound with tricks, traps and bad will How thou dwelt there within my heart! Delights it and tears it apart! Thou art the sky to my blunt night Thou hold my fear and squeeze my fright A little devil, just as thou art Unloved by many holy hearts But to me thou art not a fiend At times thou art my only friend! Thou liveth both my body and soul Mocks the good deeds but praises the foul When I am hurt thou start to grow Give my en'mies a gravely show How t'ose tears wrapped along thy eyes! Blame the sick moon and moorish skies! They've no love despite their promise Our suffering's just what they shalt wish. But I dear you, my little mate Thou art my laugh and childlike path Although unpraised just as we are from each other we shan't be far.

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A hail to the moments, which were left in a haste; unpraised, unspoken......... A look into those moments, whose memories have become; an immemorial token......... Half sunk in those sands, Half buried in those memories; Lie those moments somewhere, Which once had been our cherished trophies......... With some lies, spoken for some truths, and some truths, spoken for some lies; Confined to be castigated for once, But, finally lost in those million tries......... This universe is a strange place, A voice then slowly whispered......... There is more sadness, to be coated, As compared to the happiness, to be filtered.........

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Jul 17, 2017

Jul 17, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC

sunboy_001

THROWBACK

A hail to the moments, which were left in a haste; unpraised, unspoken......... A look into those moments, whose memories have become; an immemorial token......... Half sunk in those sands, Half buried in those memories; Lie those moments somewhere, Which once had been our cherished trophies......... With some lies, spoken for some truths, and some truths, spoken for some lies; Confined to be castigated for once, But, finally lost in those million tries......... This universe is a strange place, A voice then slowly whispered......... There is more sadness, to be coated, As compared to the happiness, to be filtered.........

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She wasn't particularly pretty, Just a plain, average girl in high school. She wasn't particularly brilliant, Though no one would call her a fool. She wasn't very athletic, Preferring to sit in the shade. She wasn't very artistic; Her drawings were all left unpraised. But she wasn't going to block out the cry: That though childhood may have been tough, She must stop defining herself by her "wasn't", And learn, what she was, was enough.

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Jun 11, 2020

Jun 11, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC

Seadrin

She Wasn't

She wasn't particularly pretty, Just a plain, average girl in high school. She wasn't particularly brilliant, Though no one would call her a fool. She wasn't very athletic, Preferring to sit in the shade. She wasn't very artistic; Her drawings were all left unpraised. But she wasn't going to block out the cry: That though childhood may have been tough, She must stop defining herself by her "wasn't", And learn, what she was, was enough.

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Oh lonely code thy process all forlorn Loops but to toil in thankless servitude Unpraised for wit but savaged with ill scorn At each found bug or flaw that thou exude Yet if thou fork and then do spawn a child A mother's mirror born of innocence To share life's load, transactions reconciled In mutex'd memory twixt each paired instance Thy yield increased would empty buffers make To give thee pause to take a cycled breath And running on anon until a break Or Control-C brings unto thee a death An orphaned child thy memory would keep Or die, or zombify in restless sleep

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Jul 29, 2015

Jul 29, 2015 at 10:45 AM UTC

tryst

C on Unix

Oh lonely code thy process all forlorn Loops but to toil in thankless servitude Unpraised for wit but savaged with ill scorn At each found bug or flaw that thou exude Yet if thou fork and then do spawn a child A mother's mirror born of innocence To share life's load, transactions reconciled In mutex'd memory twixt each paired instance Thy yield increased would empty buffers make To give thee pause to take a cycled breath And running on anon until a break Or Control-C brings unto thee a death An orphaned child thy memory would keep Or die, or zombify in restless sleep

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Nail polish Hair tonic Make me all the more Dazzling, Reducing my wrinkles, Losing some weight, Maintains my body shape, I may be old And frail, But one things for sure, I'll never be Unpraised.

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Aug 31, 2015

Aug 31, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC

arfah-afaqi-zia

Growing old goals

Nail polish Hair tonic Make me all the more Dazzling, Reducing my wrinkles, Losing some weight, Maintains my body shape, I may be old And frail, But one things for sure, I'll never be Unpraised.

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