Annoyed Poems - Poems about Annoyed

Agreeable Aggie’s answer was usually a wishy-swish She could never decide between pork, duck, beef or fish Do you want to help? Absolutely, she would say Do you want to paint that red, yellow, or light gray? Whatever you want me to do, she would immediately reply She never made any decision or even attempted to try Will you? Sure. Do...

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I did not think their music could become one iota more annoying I was wrong Maybe it’s the loudness; my ears are cringing My sensitivity is crying Why oh why do people use pounding music in a public place? It does not help that I am waiting for a haircut And two people are ahead of me Neither of them looks like...

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The music is not to my taste I am stuck in a beauty shop No one here looks beautified Two men are ahead of me sitting in wait chairs Neither of them look like they need a haircut This music is loud; maybe that’s why it is grating Not as awful as the music coming from the street though They have loud...

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Apparently, I had annoyed her I wanted to pretend I did not know how Wishing I had kept my concerns to myself I had been lamenting her choices all afternoon With cousins and relatives, I barely trust Now I remember why I do not attend reunions Her eyes gave me a look that could burn rubber Was it too late to grovel? I...

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You are Killing me, I cannot breathe! My lungs are closing. I think I am on the verge of being no more… Could this be my last breath of life? I am dying all because you had too lit up! ...

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Oh, what a hideous subject to cross my path, Addition, subtraction, division, multiplication, Percentages and fractions, those I can grasp, But the rest, oh, I wish to throw you in the pit, I can’t see your point of view no matter what you do. To me, you're the dragon that bites off my head, A vicious lion, while I’m the innocent...

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Oh, clingy flu, you wretched guest, You’ve made my body your place of rest. You crept in quickly, with sly intent, Now I’m your prisoner, broken, bent. You stick to me like stubborn glue, One day you're mild, the next you're cruel. You tease and toy, you come, you go, A twisted lover, putting on a show. A fever chills my weary frame, You...

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I'm tired of the way the ball always bounces, and of gaining pounds while only eating ounces, tired that for every one step forward, there's two steps back, and that my glass is always half empty because of that crack, and tired of the poetry teacher - who my name perpetually mispronounces....

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You should have seen the glare my neighbor gave me I have heard this story many times All of my being wants to know why she puts so much energy into this It might not have been directed at her, but she wants to take it personally I used to try to redirect her; I know now that would...

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In the corner of the room, you slyly creep, With your two cents ready, promises to keep, A dime-store detective, prying in my space, You're such a penny hoe, you never leave a trace. Whispered conversations, you twist and you weave, Like a spider in the shadows, never wanting to leave, Why not rub those two cents together with glee, And let...

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Across the street, it’s hard to miss, That fixer-upper in a state of bliss, With peeling paint and the promise of change, Yet one stubborn strip remains, so strange. A sliver of blue against the white facade, Mocking my patience, making me mad. Each day it shouts from the window’s glare, 'Look at me! I’m still here! Don’t you dare!' Time drifts by,...

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I saw you, and I sighed, With a glare I tried to hide. "Who’s this person?" I thought with a frown, In a crowded room, you turned me down. You laughed too loud, your smile so bright, I rolled my eyes, not wanting the light. But as we talked, the fun started to show, Annoyance faded; my heart said, “Let’s...

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If you insist on wearing a merry-go-round on your head At least try to act casual about it said Ringmaster Jed. He was speaking to Carnival girl, his oldest daughter. Who normally did nothing that she “ought”-er. She tried her best to act nonchalant. But then they had her balance on an elephant. Come on! She said. Why is it always...

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Once when annoyed, peeved, My dream poured rage for long piled: I’m never fulfilled. Get not riled, my restless child: What’s dream if fulfilled? Life smiled. ________________________________ Tanka |08.12.2023|dream, life ...

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Mysterious box Speaking word salad's accent Withering to rot...

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