Bad News Poems - Poems about Bad News

bad news on t v

twoo twoo twoo
   twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody

bad news on t.v.
floods are carried away
Dear children swept like dust

twoo twoo twoo
   twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody

that once filled the camp
there was dancing and crafts
and a chain of hands

twoo twoo twoo
   twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody

of the waters,

Bearing Bad News

Each year Memorial Day causes much lament,
and today will be viewed as another life recap.
A day we honor heroes whose lives were spent,
who, for freedom, willingly stood in the gap.

Too many families are attached to someone,
who served country and didn’t return intact.
Body bags, their ticket home to a loved one,
today, they remember that door knock’s

Bad news infects the teller

Bad news

Infects the teller..

The teller

Conveys news which

Is believed to have

Arisen in a fictitious

Past time..news

In the telling 

Colored with belief

Is what is happening

And not...


"The nature of bad news infects the teller."  Antony & Cleopatra (Shakespeare)

Bad News, Good News

Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.

We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.

Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is

Bad News

I woke this morning, so happiLY
to the song of a bird in a tree.
My mood was diminished,
and breakfast not finished,
because the headline read "World War III". 

Bad News, Morose News

It’s like being hit by a meteor
Where there’s no tomorrow
It is like doomsday, really
Where everything is ugly
And absolutely nothing is pretty
I just received the bad news
That my sister-in-law had died
Suddenly and extemporaneously
Without being sick tremendously
I just received the sad news
That my brother-in-law had died
Accidentally and haphazardly
After being hit forcefully in the head
He must have suffered

Bad News

Bad news, bad news
Over and again
They say beggars can’t choose
But the rich can
So they choose to produce
Now and then
Bad news and reviews
Of the bad men
I just sit at my place
As the time goes by
There’ll be soon vacant space
There’ll be no “I”
There’ll be voices of those
Hordes of unknown 
And a sign of your rose
Carved in my

I Hear He's a Winner

'The Bearer of Bad News'

All around you lay
The sick and the dying,
Calling out for help
While you go on denying

Unmasking legions
Misleading crowds,
Basically handing them
Their own death shrouds

You are no authority 
You are no physician,
Just a man abusing
His mighty position 

Responsible for those
The pandemic did kill,
All the while denying
And doing it still

No more ears listen to
The bearer

Bad News

When I tell her the bad news
her eyes are already
swimming away from the shark in my mouth.

Like when I told her that her father had died,
she just kept on swimming
trying to find a life-raft far from my words.

Coping With Bad News

A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars

Bringing the Bad News

Wren could hardly wait to bring newsy news so new.
Although he knew it might make squirrel feel blue.
Squirrel saw him coming and tried to hide inside the tree.
Feeling powerful, wren gave him the scoop with a tee hee hee.

Bad News Kids

Santa fell off the roof and broke his back
And on his head fell a large heavy sack
The shock of it was too great 
And Santa met with his fate
Cos'  he died from a fatal heart attack.

All over the world the good girls and boys
Will rush downstairs , but alas no surprise 
The children will

Bad News

6 am
phone rings
who died

Bad News

When he heard the awful news first
That a man snatched his wife's purse
He rushed to the scene
That robber was mean
So, he ended up needing a nurse

Inviting Sadness: Don'T Do It Without Divinehelp

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We invite sadness when bad news shows up
It is the polite thing to do
Unless you have divine help, guard up!
Yes, variety is good. Upbeat is boring good

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