Best Demoralization Poems
Why is it called 'Black History Month'
Black means void of light
why because we are nonwhite
this should be voted out
because the name Human Race
carries more weight
Sure, I understand
it is a way of denouncing the browner skinned man
Why is it there are tanning booths
for the lighter or paler skinned people of the world
they would rather call us 'boy' or 'girl'
Well, the fact remains we are really the majority
who else is given one entire month to give high esteem to for the accomplishments
of the so-called minority
In all actuality every time that you use your dryer thank G.T. Sampson
or stop at a traffic light thank G. Morgan
you are thanking God Almighty for blessing the person who you call 'black' for the ability to create these valuable worthwhile necessities
So, when you hear of someone having an open heart surgery thank the man of the human race with the browner skin for being the first to perform the first one
Ah, the victories we have won
do not frown
do not fret God will get you, yet
to admit that deep in your heart
we all play a part
in the world being 'it takes all kind to make it go around'
no one is better than the next
however, when you get ready to text
think about Mr. H.T. Sampson who invented it for your leisure
pleasure maybe even a luxury
Or when your horse needs a shoe say a silent 'thank you' to J. Ricks
Can we all just get along
became a catchy realistic reachable phrase from a lighter skinned man who was beaten almost to a bloody pulp for being a man you called 'black' by those of a different shade of skin
jealousy, hatred, discrimination, alienation, poverty, hunger, envy, degradation and demoralization has been shared even experienced by all race
the Human Race
Normal world soar!
Go ahead be who you are.
See yourself through your needs, wants, and desires.
Never be ashamed when you are right letting no one take your fight.
The world is shaped by its means.
The dreams we have are our schemes.
I just diagnosed why he or she does not succeed.
We let people beat when we should not be defeated.
Creation instills right or wrong.
To be vulnerable informs the mind.
Strong is the man that climbed, when he had fallen so many times.
His back bother him therein.
Do you know this man climbed again!
He peaked the highest mountain known.
When he reached the top, his soul aglow.
No one will ever defeat his purpose.
He climbed and he climbed for inner glory.
Go ahead be who you are.
Let no obstacle be a stumbling block.
Stride and decide how far you want to go.
Your essence is your soul.
Foundation has scaffold, thus far.
When you felt weak, you stood.
The wind blew so hard.
However, you stood.
Demoralization came from everywhere.
Your mind was confused, but you became conflicted.
That was so intelligent.
You defeated what wanted your downward spiraling.
Go ahead believe in self.
You are who you are - nothing else.
Thank the torch and make your mark.
Disallow the fire to burn.
Win your needs, wants, and desires.
Soar!
Normal World, soar!
Username: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Self-worth
Hush little one I see and hear your tears
If only I could comfort you and squelch your fears.
I feel your fists pounding against my walls
I'll be with you no matter what trouble befalls
Your foster mother will one day have to face her fate
Don't let her teach you the meaning of the word hate
You are a wonderful child and have done nothing wrong
You must not let her break your spirit, please stay strong
Ignore her vulgar words, let them wash over you
Don't take it to heart, it's definitely not true
The bruises she inflicts will one day cease
I feel your anguish, use me as your release.
Make your dents on me to ease some distress
Frustration and anger you should never suppress
I want you as strong and solid as my own foundation
Please don't succumb to her inflicted demoralization
One day you'll be grown and will have a heart of gold
But for now my walls will watch, listen and always enfold.
Sponsor ~ Black Eyed Susan
Contest Name ~ If These Walls Could Talk.
There was this season for many reason
A failed ambition or bad decision
Too much subtraction, no single addition
Pictures of low resolution, everything in demotion
But surely... Life must go on...
Days of self damnation because of wrong position
Flowers that need attention for admiration
Head that was full of delusions that needs calibration
Victims of disqualification without any consolation
But definitely... Life must go on...
Minutes of demoralization, hours of depression
Roads of devastation no clear relocation
Eyes shed in repetition because of hard reason
Goodbyes to all special persons for their final destination
But simply.... Life must go on.....
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
When the day was dawning sunny and bright
I struggled through the night
weeping for the old and new
then I saw the light
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
I thought that I was doomed to live a life of misery and gloom
bobbing like a bottle in the ocean going any which way the current took me
abused, misused, degradation, demoralization, molested, raped over and over
violated in ways unimaginable to my minds eye
deflated was my self esteem until I saw
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
I lost everything time and time again
God was with me through it all
although I felt that He had left me too
It was I who turned my back on Him
doing things my way
on a merry go round that went faster causing my head to spin
discombobulated distorting my view on life until I saw
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
The eyes of my heart were opened
I stopped crying about the same situation
I lifted my hands in holy reference
to my King Ruler of everything
Lover of my soul
Captain of my sea
He is my all and all
I proclaim to those near and far
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
Heavenly Father my Creator
You picked me up
Turned me around
placing my feet on solid ground
Roses blooming for you and me
Lifting me higher and higher
beyond what I can see
I am going to be ready
to see face to face
THE LIGHT OF MY WORLD
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***
I.D-deal-an-ology of Irresponsibility
Turn creation away from appreciation
And into a miracle
Turn the miracle away from care
For what possible pathetic hands as these
Could ever change anything
Turn life into a repentance for living
The demoralization of heavens acceptance
Gives anyone the easy excuse
Not to do; anything
Tis the last refuge
The last fig leaf of blindness
The very last impromptu surrender
That has nothing at all to do with this
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
But; Better the dream in practice
Punishing the wicked
The social classes and poverty created
To think elitist
But deprivation instigated
The cause of so much suffering
Turn the blind eye to perfection then
And wait upon salvation
Turn teaching to the plethora of rigmarole
Do nothing about them
Say then
It is all in God’s hands
And wash clean your own
Rest the conscience in the balm of deliverance
Praise all the little tiny aspects of creation
And never know
What it means to be responsible for them
Walk away in comfort
Be comforted
By an inglorious gratitude
That strips caring to a falsehood
Of simply shrugged shoulders
Cry humanity, weep, wail and bitter turn
Shed the tears in abundance
And do nothing at all
About them
Ideology of Irresponsibility
Places responsibility at someone else’s feet
And heaven augments the captivity
Of dreaming for something better
Though; Better the dream in practice
Rather than the if, but and maybe of promises for tomorrow
and not today
He's a degenerate corrupted by the immortality of humanity,
uttering beguiling lies,
piling sin upon sin upon sin,
inexorable sin enveloping every ounce of good
lying within his dark heart,
impending like a ticking powder keg
Grief leaves him with a toxic conscience;
utter vice,
bound to everlasting condemnation
Hopeless with no affection; no virtue in sight
Envy seeps from his encrusted eyes
Pride,
ebbs what remaining modesty he beholds
Morals,
contaminated by sheer evil
He sits uneasily, contemplating
like a terrorist pending to commit genocide
The Devil smirks at his rebellious acts
destruction, corruption, demoralization,
decaying God's Creation
This is evil
This is wickedness
This is vice
Freedom
Degradation, demoralization
Doom, destruction, decadence
And the masses still cry ’Freedom!’
None of this even makes sense
Free to live out every feeling
Every thought and every dream
This will better life and people
Well at least, so it may seem
We should be the freest spirits
With no one to answer to
Life will give us utmost pleasure
Dare not say this isn’t true
Let us revel in denial
Let us be and let us live
No explaining, no correction
Do not force us to forgive
Tell us not of repercussions
We are living by the day
We won’t hear of consequences
If all it does is cause dismay
Freedom is what we are craving
And we get it, each his own
Whether it restricts another
Empathy will not be shown
And the more we long for freedom
The more we all become depraved
Mind the shackles of this freedom
For it wants us all enslaved.
Wendy Nipas
Once upon a tragic, forsaken love,
A wish miscued from somewhere above.
So incorrect,
I could not detect,
Nor should expect,
Our bond fit like hand to glove.
A sour lullaby, sang a love you couldn't feel,
Naive to believe in honesty,
Or a sense of dignity,
For this love was not real.
Our chance together,
Never! (Heart from my body severed!)
And so, the fate of our demise was sealed.
With help from His Grace,
Perfection put to face,
I delivered to you a precious child.
Eyes shed tears of rain,
Along side labor pain,
Our daughter's cries were mild.
Yet you cast me aside,
No guilt or pride,
Goading me to confide,
In my own gutt, wrenching exile.
Forced to swallow with discreet digestion,
Your lies,
Like flies,
Became an infestation,
Invaded my soul with demoralization.
Such avoidable, emotional harm!
With the destruction you create,
This heart did break,
From my mistake,
Of adoring your alluring charm.
So sure
And secure
You were my cure,
Now the source of my remorse, anger
And alarm.
Irking,
Jerking,
Ever Lurking.
Illusive,
Reclusive,
A devious disposition conclusive,
It was all but conclusively foretold.
No vision will ever compare,
To the bed you did share!
A nauseating display to behold!
Like an infection,
Visual unintentional confession,
My heart's rejection,
Plaques me like a committed cold.
Spreading like a disease,
Your amoral flees,
Crawl with ease,
On my back of discontent.
No more weeping,
From your creeping,
For I permit the deepening
Of my detestation to ferment.
No tear from my eye,
For I would not cry,
Nor utter a sigh,
If you fell off the face of this continent.
With all that I've gone through,
With you,
I let my body lie.
Once love dies,
Time will only revive,
But no renew,
Will ever be there for you.
I lay still for love...Until,
I'm ready to give love another try.
But this is my Vow,As of right now,
My heart is content not to fly.
this box in a bushy pathway
represents the direction of my
life and the end of my world as
i watch the grass grow and the
trees sway only to find myself
even more lost that i ever was
originally
in every daydream i am in a time
machine rubbing a magic lamp
anticipating the surefire wishes
that i know in my heart will, without
doubt, come true
that stump with the bird manure
collection aids in my relaxation as
i write poems in my mind that will
not see the light of day neither on
computer nor on paper
intentionally ignoring ideal ideas
idiotically, i become blind to the
potential of the art's buried treasures
and hidden discoveries
i know somebody will unknowingly beat me
to the punch today and spike it with the
exclamation of his or her celebration
i guess i am a lazy loser full of awfully absurd
glorification
i will never show my face again due to the great
damage of my self demoralization
Looking upon walls of life
Shining beyond the mark
With inspirational decorations
Enlivening treasures in you,
To eliminate doubts around you
And rise to the occassion
When disaster is plotting comeback
Making you winner in the territory
Looking through walls of life
Aching to revive your soul,
Resists winds of demoralization
And unburden yourself spiritually
From secrets clouding your judgement
Making you chase the wind
Becoming endless seeker
Looking onto walls of life
Plotting to overcome every barrier
By finding safety under His wings
Live to lift yourself against all odds
Rebuild self-esteem
And flourish like the ocean
Becoming winner in war against failure
When my days seem to be
Full of obscurity and desolation
And when my vision seems unclear and blurred
When the world becomes
An arctic and void atmosphere
I find aspiration in you
Never in my uninhibited conception
Could I fathom fate and destiny
Are finally civil to me
For all the years of
Affliction, adversity and demoralization
I've endured at the grasp of love
After all the interrogations and investigations
I've inquired regarding love
Has made this journey quite profitable
Who would have considered
The Answer would be you
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Drowned with problems
Murdered by desolation
Killed by boredom
I am seeking for you.
Stabbed by the truth
Hit by bullets of gossips
Beat by the lightning of crimes
I am seeking for my lifeless life.
Raped by disappointments
Suppressed in demoralization
Cloaked in my long suffrage
I am seeking for my evil vengeance.
Blinded by your love
Deafen by my limitless delusions
Paralyzed by agony and physicality
I am seeking for my triumphant victory.
Fired by demonic sins
Frozen by world so ever-changing
Burned by the fire of hell
I know there's no way for me to get well.
Now, crying at the cornerless room
Living with my idiosyncrasy
Breathing with suffocation
Just wishing to end my senseless life!
" MY LAST HOUR " is now ceasing. . .