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Resting

My mind is in need of rest
just for a moment, brief,
a silent little repose here
will surely bring to me relief.

My heavy eyelids gently fall
and shut out the entire world,
my hair lays down and relaxes
even though it has been curled.

I breathe in slowly and deeply
my heartbeat settles down,
my ears can hear around me
the wind's soft whispering sound.

It lifts me to a far off place
where clouds become my bed,
I reach out to grab another
like a soft pillow for my head.

You can only imagine
what I can only see,
as I dream a beautiful dream
that was meant just for me.





Inspired by the painting, "Resting" by Victor Gabriel Gilbert 


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New Handcuffs

New Handcuffs
We had taken our boys out to a theme park one day
They could run around wild and burn some energy away
On the return trip from the gift shop they did ask to buy
A plastic sword, a shied and a pair of toy handcuffs, I didn’t ask why.

Two days later they asked if their friend could come to play
“Of course not a problem” is what I did tell them that day.
Within few minute they came to find me, they were crying
Their friend was in the handcuffs, they can’t release him although trying.

Each turn of the key to unlock the offending restraints
Instead of unlocking them it tightened them, to his little complaints
I put all three boys in the car and drove to the local fire station
To find it was a part -time one, it was a deserted location.

A cleaner I spied working hard, so I did ask help from him
"Go to the police station" he said, giving me a wink and a grin.
A bit strange I thought but only for a little while
I had to free this child, so I said “goodbye” with a smile.

This young boy now with tears in his eyes 
Looking so lost and afraid, which is no surprise
Into the Police station I walked feeling really bold
"Can you please free this child? You have cutters I am told."

A big burly officer looked, and then he walked up to me
Took one look at the child and said sarcastically
“We will fetch a female officer to sit with the boys
“While you come with me, and explain a child, in sex toys…”

“What on earth are you babbling about my good man?
Just unlock and free that child as fast as you can”
“I’m sorry madam” said he “but there’s questions to ask”
“Why did you lock a child in handcuffs? What was to be your task?”

“My good man what are you suggesting, that I locked him in?”
“Don’t be absurd are you stupid?” He just gave me a grin
Another officer entered with three pairs of bolt cutters so big
The poor child nearly fainted, he had little arms like a twig.

I asked them not to scare him, he was only a boy
They told me they still needed to know about the sex toy
On freeing the child they took the three boys away 
They asked them who had locked him up, and was it in play.

My then ten year old son admitted he had done the deed
He didn’t think it was wrong, he thought he could be freed.
Finally satisfied enough, they let me leave with the boys
With a tap on the shoulder the policeman urged me to buy
                                                             ‘padded sex toys.’

© ~GG~ 5/12/2012

An oh so true story lol


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The Nutcracker

Bought advance tickets for The Nutcracker About two and a half months ago How was I to know on November 29th We'd get dumped on with a big bunch of snow The weather gods have conspired against me Coz before and after that day Temperatures been so incredibly warm Much like the merry month of May Must have upset those guys back when If so I do hereby apologize Sure felt their wrath, spent three long hours With fire shooting out of my eyes Next time won't buy tickets ahead of time I'll buy them on the day of the event And take my chances that it's not a sellout So my time is much better spent Is my frustration showing as I write this poem? So ticked off, what more can I say Don't want ever to spend that much time again Stopped dead on a freaking highway © Jack Ellison 2012


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Your Daily Stress



Everyone needs a break from routine It can drive us right to the brink The stresses we feel just trying to get through Are enough to drive us to drink Doesn't take much, could be quite simple Like changing the order of things May not seem much but sure does wonders For one's erratic mood swings Maybe drive a different route to the office Have lunch at 1:00 instead of 12:00 There are a myriad of things we can do each day That we discover the deeper we delve The mental health of each of us individuals Will improve by leaps and bounds Just a small change in our daily routine Is usually enough I've found So write me and tell me how you make out Here's wishing you much success The effort can be small but the benefits are big In alleviating your daily stress © Jack Ellison 2014


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A Weight Upon My Shoulders

A Weight Upon My Shoulders

Sometimes the world feels heavy
Its weight upon my shoulders
As I seek to find some order
And sort things in mental folders.

There are things I know important
Things that shan’t be missed
But it’s hard to remember all
With daily additions to my list.

It’s tiring and stressful
But also quite rewarding
Knowing it is my loved one
I help cross the streams he’s fording.

I know it can’t be easy
Each day as he does wake
But he puts forth the effort
Knowing what’s  at stake.

Our priorities are different
As are the places we can go
But it’s the steps we take together
In this new world we grow.

Yes, we both are tired
Our view of things have changed
Ever since his stroke
And our life was rearranged.


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Psychosis


She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her meds,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
as she's braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's showing no signs of aggression,
as a matter of fact she's serene,
no tantrums, no throwing or spitting,
picture-perfect, a story-book queen.

By day she's the doctors' conundrum,
every measure is tried for a clue,
but the secret is buried inside her,
closed for business, not out for review.

As night falls she's back in her bedroom,
left alone in confusion and tears,
frightened, with nothing to contemplate
but the screaming that no one else hears.


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Wounding Words

words that pierce like a sharpened edge
the pen has no regret
old pain incessant we must dredge
if not forgive, forget?

but the power of a simple verse
overlooked by the creator
has made the past in present worse
and lesser pain now greater


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Who Woulda Thunk It



Who woulda thunk I'd be thrown a curve Taking pills to relieve my stress The stress of moving, to calm myself down Life's like a long game of chess You make a move and hope for the best Experience tells you it's right Then all of a sudden you're thrown a curve A proverbial bullet you must bite Not everything goes exactly as planned Be flexible and ready for change It'll lead to a more peaceful and happy life Even better than fortune and fame Who needs fame, it's a fleeting thing The real blessings are ones you hold dear Tell someone close you love them each day Just like magic a smile will appear It's sometimes hard to follow this advice Have to keep reminding myself There ain't no other person I'd rather be Than this happy cheerful old elf! ©Jack Ellison 2013


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Slumberless

tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
 
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.


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Daily Despair

another day seeps down the drain,
I cannot find the leak.
what am I if not insane?
my thoughts too dark to speak.

the daily flogging of my spirit
is more than most could bear.
my fate reveals that I should fear it,
yet it's jaws cannot ensnare

my mind and will are still my own,
despite the efforts of big brother.
the path less traveled I'll take alone
only to find there are always others

who dare traverse the same dark trail
and challenge the righteous rank
whose morality is a living hell
for those who choose to think.


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Stress Can Be A Killer



Stress can definitely be a killer It can turn life upside down A person might not even realize it The reason for wearing a frown It could be something quite simple Meeting someone the very first time An interview for a high paying job Totally oblivious of the signs We all must be mindful of the pitfalls Prepare for roadblocks unseen Wary of all the curves in life's journey A prodigious challenge it seems The answer I've found is just let it flow Probably easier said than done Gotta try coz the alternative's not good To fix it, you are the one To sum up, I'm offering this bit of advice Been around the block a few times What I've learned in all my years Is relax and things will be fine! © Jack Ellison 2013


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Nocturnal Hell

Darkness falls like acid rain
upon my sleepless eyes.
A deeply burning visceral pain,
the torment that denies

my soul of rest that cannot be,
too much stirs deep within.
And what's plain to all I cannot see,
despite such papyraceous skin.

The body screams for sweet relief,
but the mind just has to purge
dark thoughts and verse beyond belief.
From cryptic neurons they emerge.

So slumber waits another day
that quickly fades to night.
There's no amount I wouldn't pay
to be awakened by morning's light.


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Danny

Danny down the hall
just behind the door.
Thunder coming  from it.
Presence made galore.

Cozy with a two-four.
Danny home to drink.
Left upon his own.
A girl to make him think.

T-shirt with a logo.
Danny's casual dress.
Smell of smoke right through it.
His ball cap holding mess.

Shoes left in the hallway
leaning to the wall.
Just aside the pathway
where Danny sweeps the hall.

Sunshine from the window
Danny stands in view.
Watching those who enter
whenever one comes through.

Danny down the hallway.
Asking what is new.
Pray it's not a foul mood
or Danny's on the brew.


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Caregiver

Caregiver

The surreal world I live in                                                   
Thrust there over night
It was a stroke that hit him 
Since then just nothing’s right.

The frustration of it all.
The many hats I wear.
The tasks that never end.
The new roles that I bear.

All these hats I’m wearing
Some are very new
So many different directions
So many things to do.

I wake up in the morning
Wishing for the past,
Stick to his routines
And never move too fast.

There’s someone living in my house.
I know there’s someone here.
Why do I feel so all alone
Even when he’s near?

Some days he comes to visit
And talks of things we share,
‘tho conversation’s brief
And oft’ too short to bear.

I try to see it his way.
I try to help him out.
I know he faces struggles,
For him, no easy bout.

I’m with him in the morning
I’m with him in the night
I try to be there for him
I hope I get it right.

A different world he lives in
His own pace that he’s set.
I try to make him understand.
He sometimes tries, and yet…

Can I know the effort that it takes
To put together words to talk?
Can I feel his inner struggle 
When he tries to walk?

I can only be there,
Let him know I’m here.
I can sit beside him
And try to ease his fear.

It’s a surreal world we both live in,
Just ‘one day at a time.’
With some days still a struggle
When all is not sublime.           


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my demons

my demons are playing, tugging, teasing
whispers beckoning from the dark
they've been seeking, thrilling, tempting
trying to extinguish my sole spark


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An Artist Deserves His Pay

When all our birds have flown
and milk-weed stalks pose bare,
the katydids are all gone
and leaves scatter here and there;

why would the prince come,
laden with bundles of grain—
his arable year's sum—
and not expect to gain?

We who scoop his yield,
feast on his amplitude,
then bare his playing field,
are insulting and rude.

Please accept this check,
portion out a bit more;
lift us off this poop deck,
we most humbly implore.


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The Fortress

This fortress is coming down;
It's been a long time in the making.
This bastion can't hold its own;
All these walls are shaking.


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Until life became a con

In a rotten world I reside,
Haters, with no friend inside,
Its final, I have to decide,
Between life, and a note of suicide.

Its my final departure,
A start of great adventure,
Life on earth, so unwell,
Gotta check out there in hell

To my friends, work is done,
To my haters, good is gone,
To everyone, speak a good tone,
For life is over, and people do expire.

Mum, your wails I won't hear,
Don't curse, remain my dear,
Don't sob. don't drop a tear,
I'll die, for you to live better,
To never have any more suffering to bear.

Dad, am not any taller, 
Sure enough, I robbed you of the dollar,
Don't see me a lost toddler,
Don't gossip of my life as a failure,
Am generous, saving you for the fun in future.

My heart sheds to say your name, 
I loved thrice, failed once,
Not worth mentioning, once for fame,
And once through whom to the world I came.

To siblings, life might be better,
Without me standing in your ways for longer,
An act of heroism, my love for you is bigger,
Carry on, if not, cheer me up in hell,
wherever,With deadly shots of spirytus luksusowa.

I have tried, many battles I won, 
I soldiered, until life became a con,
So tired, I need to be alone,
Stress free, something to my head, probably a gun.


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stress and tensions of life

28/10/11(home)
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Behold! unto me it will ever so cling, Often wonder why it lingers on with me, Untold, it is to make the church bell ring, Akin to a dark shadow it owns the locked key. Reflect I practiced every morn for sure, Pondered much I for every need, Pure Thought, me knew was the only cure, For now all that is put forward is pure deed. Content am I with my present self, Away has travelled the devlish reign, Calm is my mind content in itself, Dark thoughts they say I must abstain. Every morn ,now it awaits for me, To a cool breeze and a warm smile, And when I look out so green is the tree, My life I feel has just begun to be worthwhile.


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Go crazy and have a fit

Sometimes you just gotta let yourself be
It is the only way to be free
In this world of emotional oppression
You can be taken to a higher dimension

All this loving, hurting and living
Feels like you are crazy mad tripping
if you feel like you are going to lose it all
Do the unexpected and take the free fall

You might learn something new
A thing or two about you
So don't give up the bad fight
Lose your ability to tell wrong from right

If you have to go at it alone
Take then down and set them alight
Rules are meant to be broken
Kind of sad when they end up breaking you

So don't feel sorry for me
I got tons of time for the birds and the bees
Seems like when your around
Your a thousand meters off the ground

Go crazy, lose you shit
Roll your eyes and have a fit
You will feel much better than the rest
For the rest of your life


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Dreams And A Splintered Heart

Memories play in my mind
faded black and blue
remembering mistakes
that I cannot undo
picking up the splinters
of this damaged heart
tired of trying to mend
what always falls apart
sinking broken dreams
of my yesterday
I can't hold on to things
that want to fly away
I'm trying to let go
of what's come to an end
hoping that maybe someday
these wounds will truly mend

By Morgan Mise
Written December 6, 2012)


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The World's In The Dumpster



The world's been in the dumpster forever An intolerable state of affairs Isn't it about time we changed our ways It's badly in need of repairs Let's start a pact to end our disputes Some think it's beyond possibility Need somebody to step up to the plate Us humans have great adaptability Think I just heard a scoff or two Now that's been a part of the problem If we all just put aside our differences We'd be much more able to solve them Probably sound like a big know-it-all To me, it just makes common sense Adapt or it's curtains for all human kind Must do something in any event © Jack Ellison 2014


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THE NEWS

The News is on; announcer live.
Her sport coat without vest.
The orchestra with trumpets sound;
sensational at best.

The shocker first for your attention.
Disaster worse than ever.
Lisa Laflamme with sad brown eyes
to pity and to sever.

The damage in the millions now.
Some countries going to give.
To lastly there are victims found
we're hoping, who will live.

Then on for thirty minutes
goes the wicked in the world.
Their stories without mercy
coming at us as if hurled.

Till finally; the final story
should calm you down a notch
and bring you to a place of comfort
so next day you will watch.

Then bugles blare to end the show
to Lisa Laflamme's goodnight.
"And that's the News in the world today"
She smiles big and bright.


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Lament of a Jaded Lover



To love or not to love again
That is the real question for me
I've already suffered much pain
And my heart is in agony

It's nice to be in love they say
The experience is pure bliss
But if your lover goes away
How does someone deal with this?

The second time, love is sweeter
That is something also stated
Who knows what will happen later
At present I am quite jaded

I shall move on despite the strain
And whatever will be, will be
Will I ever find love again?
That's in the hands of destiny



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Nature's Medication



Whenever your mind is overcome with tension
And the pressures of life surround you everywhere
Relax and enter into calm meditation
And patiently await your burdened mind to clear

Calm meditation is Nature's medication
It releases all stresses and sets the mind free
Through it, you can rediscover your connection
With the grand all pervading cosmic energy

This energy is the source of our being
It helps to empower and make us what we are
So no matter what ordeals you may be facing
Know that finally you shall certainly conquer






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Kaboom



How many of you have done this? You go into another room To get something really important Suddenly your mind goes KABOOM! In the lightning flash of a instant You haven't a clue why you're there You rack your brain for the answer Just stand there with a vacant stare So back to the room you came from Hoping something will click For sure your mind will recover You start feeling dizzy and sick What if you can never remember? Go to your grave not knowing why You got up to go there for something But your brain feels like it's fried Sometimes it renders man useless Their existence productive no more Dribbling and mumbling “what was it?” This feeling you can't ignore Then as you're ascending to heaven Your life is paraded before you In a flash you scream out, “I've got it!” “I was headed for the loo!” © Jack Ellison 2015