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Couplet Stress Poems | Couplet Poems About Stress

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There was a girl that no-one knew her name
Everybody took for a silly little game

Every day she was crying
Every day she was lying

Until one day, she found a place to hide
And then she tried to commit suicide

But she was saved by someone very nice
But then tried to do it twice

But the second time she was afraid to do it again
So she started to get rid of her hate and pain

After a few days, she was strong and happy
That girl was I and my name is Julie

Now she doesn’t forget her powerful beauty                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Lives every day knowing that she’s lovely

Not worrying about what people say                                                                                                                   For great things were made from muddiest clay

Holds in her heart her power which is love                                                                                                         For she was made from the Creator above

She doesn’t try to be somebody that you’re not                                                                                                                  She learned to be content and appreciate what you’ve got

She doesn’t forget whom she’s meant to be                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Never giving up she stays as bold as the sea

Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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This Thing Called School

This mighty school, this boiling stress,
Supposedly makes me the best of the best.

But how can I be as good as they say,
When I barely have the attention to pay?

From the dark of the morning, to the dark of the night,
I am constantly struggling to keep on the right.

I arrive their so early, and return home so late,
Only to find myself a fish caught on bait.

I feel like I’m breaking this one crucial rule;
And falling behind in this thing they call school.

Copyright © Josh Adams | Year Posted 2013

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Need Your Suggestions and Recommedations

I write poems quickly with not much patience
And need suggestions with recommendations
Regarding poems which were written by me
Designed for the average and not aristocracy.

The following comments are what I received
Was she by my poems really being deceived
And also many of my points may have missed
You could add to a awfully, really very long list.

Some fine themes and ideas are in your poetry. 
Yet, I get tripped-up by some of your forced wording 
(that really detract me from your intent) 
And your basic grammar often can be confusing. 

I do wish you would proof-read your work for spelling, 
grammar, and understanding before throwing it out there!  
Any and all serious writers ALWAYS revise their work. 

You have such a sensitive heart and also so much to say!
However, my opinion is that you need to focus more on 
"polishing" your poems up when you want others to value 
the concepts that you want to and are trying to convey.

Above are comments I received my Poetry Group Coordinator.
In her earlier life, she was a thoughtful teacher and an educator.
The same also applies to most of the other members as well,
And I am different from them all of them, you can always tell.

There are almost 20 at times in the poetry group.
Of them all, two or three others and I are the only males.
To me, writing poems like therapy in the form of a release.
Each poem which I write just comes naturally flowing out.
Often thoughts and ideas are from what I heard on the news.
It may only be two words which I woke up with in my head.

If you see anything confusing in my poems that you don't 
understand please be sure to let me know what they are.

James Thomas Horn
I now have entered over 300 poems in my Poetry Soup account.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Should Be Fading

Should Be Fading

Islam women, they are always degrading
Habit into past should be finally fading
And the be replace by total equality
A much better place our world will be.

Suppose Mother Mary never had been
Or Son Jesus to save us from all sin
Just who would we be here and now?
Either some sow or maybe a milk cow.

Noah's Ark had contained each animal;
Two by two until it was frantically full
Themselves had to learn how to please
And none of them had been Islamese.

All of us have become completely hysteric
By actions and atrocities that are barbaric
Which not even an animal would try to do
Like cutting off my head and also maybe you.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Day of the Hummingbird

He comes in the garage and can't get out.
In an effort to help, we wave and shout. 
He ignores the door, flies to the ceiling. 
Attempts to guide just send him reeling.

A beautiful bird with deep ruby throat,
complimented by green iridescent coat.

Terror causes panic, he is in its clutch.
It is obvious we aren't helping him much.

All day he flies with nothing to eat,
inside the garage in sweltering heat.

We know, eventually, he will surely die.
At the end of day, he can no longer fly.

He finally gives up and falls to the floor
and lies there panting near the open door.

We are then able to end his grief.
Poor helpless bird, what a relief.

The children all bounce and clap with glee 
as we return him to a nearby tree.

In our human frenzy, sometimes we
gaze at the solution but fail to see.

Often, our struggle with self will end,
with a little help from a sympathetic friend.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Freudian Slip In Platonic Grip

like a stone , cold then, i have become
numb to feelings, i've turned to a scum

after glamour and shine here comes the time
when regarded a shrimp not worth a rhyme

do i have to leave life or bear the blame
bear the slings of poetry, i lost the fame

used to smiling to playing, and to fun
it's all over, i wonder what have i done?

If error is human i am human no more
not even devil, only then God i implore

take me away from Earth, and cut my days
and keep Earth sane, i'm having lethal craze

from Plato given the sense and romance
and Freud taught me both libido with trance

angel and devil are what form a man
i feel much more devil than angel, i can

Copyright © True Feeling | Year Posted 2015

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Tears in the Champagne

It was a marvellous, sparkling affair
Everybody they had invited was there.
Friends and relatives from both families
Filled the small country church with ease.

They said their ‘I do’s’ then exchanged a kiss
The looks on their faces were of identical bliss.
This was the day they had planned for so long: 
It was all so perfect, nothing had gone wrong.

The beautiful bride in her white wedding dress
Felt like she was a fairy-tale princess.
With her handsome groom standing at her side
She felt her heart swell and fill with pride.

There was a time when she doubted she would see
Their plans come to this eventuality
For opposition had stood in their way:
Putting in doubt the coming of this day.

A jealous former lover, full of spite
Tried with all her wiles and might
To win back the heart of the man she once loved
But his heart was cold, stony and unmoved.

Her campaign was ended by the arm of the law
Knocking authoritatively upon her front door.
Then arresting her and throwing her in jail.
Ensuring her plans of disruption would fail.

With glasses raised and to the sound of loud cheers
And with love and best wishes ringing in her ears
She feels tears of happiness well up once again.
And drip unchecked into her glass of champagne.

Copyright © Andy Morfett | Year Posted 2016