I'm not feeling very well,
a buzzard's buffet,
that's me, today...
and then, I'll go to Hell.
AT TIMES A BAD DAY
YOU LOOK AT THE NEWS AND SAY
IN BED I WILL STAY
All in gloom the grays and black
Dark colors take up the slack
It is a bad day I say to myself
To justify the acts I put on the shelf
Distressing the stress the aim the goal
Ending the time the day has stole
Shades and curtains play amongst shadows
As I settle down in my warm burrows
Heavy like rocks on my eye's lid
Telling this bad day you've been outbid.
When I arose one day, I could barely walk.
Had to drink my coffee before I could talk.
Before I was done, the bathroom would call,
I held the grab bar, but still managed to fall.
The shower beckoned me, so I went on in.
I slipped on the soap, and bruised my shin.
Later I was hungry, so in the kitchen I go.
I screamed a bit loudly, when I stubbed my toe.
My dog started barking, and looking quite mean.
He then bit my leg, it was a real bloody scene.
I made it to the fridge, and looked inside,
There was nothing to eat, so I sat down and cried.
I ordered a large pizza, and thought "oh well".
But when it arrived, it was burnt as hell.
I tried to take a walk, but my feet were still sore,
Instead of feeling good, it was becoming a chore.
I made it back home, after slipping in the mud,
That's it, I thought, this day's a real dud.
I thought tomorrow will be good, like it's always been,
I laid my head on my pillow, then the ceiling caved in.
Goodnight!
I determined to take seize
of a lightning bolt! Paused
at every tree. Flashed and
thundered all about – stood
by every metal post, just
to see if God wanted me.
Went to the nearest church…
prayed for a voice or sign:
and from behind the altar
heard a gulping sound,
pastor draining the sacrament
wine. Not a good day.
If I could cut off my feet, would it get any worse?
Yesterday a thief stole my favorite purse
It had my I.D., everything but my keys
Arthritis in my ankles and in my knees
I stumble and hobble as I try to walk
My deranged parrot has an annoying squawk
my husband has left me and taken the keys
I curse my sore ankle and arthritic knees.
Not all poems are happy
Some are sad and some are sappy
This poem is so odd
It's about a boy whose name was Todd
Todd has hair that is very ginger
He wears a ring right on his finger
His skin is so so soft and fair
He wears sunglasses everywhere
Today Todd's day was awfully horrid
He woke up and he burnt his porridge
He tried to go put on his shoe
But his angle twisted and broke in two
Todd screamed and wailed VERY loud
Outside his house there was a crowd
"HELP ME HELP ME" Todd yelled
None of the people were compelled
With the smell of fire in the air
Todd hobbled over to a chair
He grabs his phone to dial a number
9-1-1, oh what a wonder
Suddenly there's a surprise
the fire alarm goes off and cries
"THIS IS GREAT" says Todd sarcastically
His day is going worse and worse, very drastically
With the bone still sticking out of his foot
He feels a drop of sweat. Todd's shook.
Slowly he begins to faint.
He didn't know today would be his last day.
Sailing solo is unsafe
and it's not much fun
one winds up talking to oneself
before the day is done
but a bad day on the water
or so someone said
beats a good day at the office
(and I would know)
snug in my bunk bed
so gentlemen here's a tip for you
as all good sailors do
(when they want to wee believe you me)
remain seated throughout the performance
when you go to the head (loo) or WC
When the world hates you
It's such a lonely place
Crawling out of bed each day
Forgotten in each and every way
Grasping at straws to build nest
Every minute is a torturing test
Blow away by unkindness
Held together buy a fine web
Of sorrow and unhappiness
Each word thrown your way
Cut like a knife through softened clay
Leaving a scar and empty space
Not winning at life's pointless race
Burdened by life's past actions
Push till they get their reaction
Life is a lonely road
Where you must walked alone
Indeed I need a angel
Or a new end to my fable
Last year I grew up to late
To now realize my fate
Of a life not to be enjoyed
But to be endurable enough
To make getting up tomorrow
Seem like a plan living on time borrowed
To hate is to love and to love is to hate
Will I ever be happy with my fate
On a sad day, on a bad day, sun was bright
I went out for a walk, round the block
Everything looked the same in the light
Not a single orange vest, no road work
Passed the houses and church down the street
Then I took a left turn to embankment
Passed the linden alley smelling so sweet
Up the hill to my home then I went
Was I feeling too bad, or too sad
On a sad day, on a bad day
No I felt pretty distant from that
To be honest with you, miles away.
Having a bad day blur's the ability
of one's mindset to function.
Heartbreak compared to thy
of a relationship is underrated when
compared to thy
relative to education.
Pain and sorrow
beholds thee
who is educationally suffering.
Tear's find a stream in one's injured heart,
and all faith shatters, because of a single mistake,
A single ignorance.
Hail, oh hail good lord
Whom is remembered, and seen worthy
In a tragic situation
For a single mistake,a single negligence
Is the result of one's
downfall in success.
True love, she's always seeking.
Broke up not too long
Find another who truly loves her
Proposed to her that same year
She's ready, to let go of her past
She was absolutely happy, It's her wedding day
The long waited day, unknowingly to her it's a bad day.
It's her ex
Coming for revenge
Holding unto offense
Ready to defend without pretense
He still love and want her, not ready to let go.
As the preacher man says,
Do you have anything against this union
He stood up and walked majestically
Down the aisle, straight to the altar
Such an hassle, he's a *******
With all eyes on him, he uttered everything
She screamed; nooooo... then she fainted.
I had a bad day
yesterday
trying my best to put
it aside and put
my happy face on
but it seems to be gone
I'll start with a smile
and go the extra mile
to put aside dark thoughts
and do what I ought
and try to make today
a good day!
I just lost my job
My girlfriend called me a slob
Where are my car keys?
My phone keeps ringing
My canary stopped singing
Still can't find my keys
My neighbors stoned me
And my parents disowned me
I guess I'm walking
What come over me today,
Really low is all I'll say,
Waking up late wrong side of bed,
That's all rubbish as it's all in my head.
It all leads back to that awful day,
My loving partner passing away,
The hurt the pain the going insane ,
It's all the mixed thoughts going on in my brain,
I've become a loner and socialising has gone,
Not mixing with others,
I'm now with no one.
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