"unuseful" poems - Hello Poetry

To criticise others seems soothing as cool breeze People say anything without a single heed. Without aknowledging how their words might impact someone's life They keep passing opinions with ungrateful pride. Some are able to overcome these comments and try to move on in life While some are demoralized and end up with commiting suicide. People must know that its not an achievement to criticise someone at every point Maybe that person is already going through a hectic life. No-one knows what it would have cost him to reach at a specific point And some unuseful words may leave a never-ening depression in his mind. He might not be able to excel in any aspects of life henceforth And might end up thinking his life nothing more than a unbearable load. If you think of yourself in the shoes of the person you critice Then you might understand that its not a thing of pride. Years of hardwork, sacrifice and dedication comes to an end with some criticising words And thats the point where we might lose one of our precious jewels on earth. So lets stop critising someone just to put him down in life Despite help him in overcoming difficulties and achieving great heights. No-one knows how your small support can lighten up someone's darken soul With such deeds we might end up being a true human as a whole.

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May 31, 2022

May 31, 2022 at 6:17 PM UTC

Mayank_Garg

Criticism

To criticise others seems soothing as cool breeze People say anything without a single heed. Without aknowledging how their words might impact someone's life They keep passing opinions with ungrateful pride. Some are able to overcome these comments and try to move on in life While some are demoralized and end up with commiting suicide. People must know that its not an achievement to criticise someone at every point Maybe that person is already going through a hectic life. No-one knows what it would have cost him to reach at a specific point And some unuseful words may leave a never-ening depression in his mind. He might not be able to excel in any aspects of life henceforth And might end up thinking his life nothing more than a unbearable load. If you think of yourself in the shoes of the person you critice Then you might understand that its not a thing of pride. Years of hardwork, sacrifice and dedication comes to an end with some criticising words And thats the point where we might lose one of our precious jewels on earth. So lets stop critising someone just to put him down in life Despite help him in overcoming difficulties and achieving great heights. No-one knows how your small support can lighten up someone's darken soul With such deeds we might end up being a true human as a whole.

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Inspiration is a fickle thing. Leaves and greets me rarely staying long enough to be useful though I am used to being unuseful... I haven't had a muse in awhile haven't been a muse in even longer... It's exciting yet familiar These butterflies, filling up my stomach with What-if's. I'm balancing my fervor with a fear of choking, Holding back an embrace at arm's length. I want so badly to want again Want so badly to be wanted again... But every second thought and every fifth, sixth and seventh, is how at any moment you might read between my lines see how fickle how unuseful how butterfly-filled desperate I am to join the world of muses again.

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Feb 27, 2013

Feb 27, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC

sweet-leigh

Fickle Me Softly

Inspiration is a fickle thing. Leaves and greets me rarely staying long enough to be useful though I am used to being unuseful... I haven't had a muse in awhile haven't been a muse in even longer... It's exciting yet familiar These butterflies, filling up my stomach with What-if's. I'm balancing my fervor with a fear of choking, Holding back an embrace at arm's length. I want so badly to want again Want so badly to be wanted again... But every second thought and every fifth, sixth and seventh, is how at any moment you might read between my lines see how fickle how unuseful how butterfly-filled desperate I am to join the world of muses again.

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I’m a dying seed in a Desert ground, With no water to feed my roots Useless as it seems, oh how you make it rain so I can spread my roots soon to grow to feed the hummingbirds. I’m the food crumbs between the countertops decomposing by the days, useful for red the ants to take. I’m a dead animal rotting away on a lonely long highway, as magnets feed on, so on as the ravens feed upon. I’m a guitar with the tone of D, what is useful is this melody? but so sweet by the ears of the listeners. A dead star in the endless space, useful at night to show your beauty to behold the eyes of the souls you wish to Capture. Every sound is an endless song for your praise. To know the unuseful is useful, we are useful for the consuming fire God.

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC

Longlivejamesthenative

to think the Unuseful is useful

I’m a dying seed in a Desert ground, With no water to feed my roots Useless as it seems, oh how you make it rain so I can spread my roots soon to grow to feed the hummingbirds. I’m the food crumbs between the countertops decomposing by the days, useful for red the ants to take. I’m a dead animal rotting away on a lonely long highway, as magnets feed on, so on as the ravens feed upon. I’m a guitar with the tone of D, what is useful is this melody? but so sweet by the ears of the listeners. A dead star in the endless space, useful at night to show your beauty to behold the eyes of the souls you wish to Capture. Every sound is an endless song for your praise. To know the unuseful is useful, we are useful for the consuming fire God.

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