Best Annoyances Poems
Reading was his sanctuary
From noise
From worry
From fear
He could curl up in the tiny spaces
Tucked between the words and pages
Of a book
Dream with the characters
Run with the plot
Imagine the illusions.
In his mind
The outside world
With its annoyances
Loud talk
Racing engines
Flying jets
Artificial deadlines
Could run without him.
Forever Friendships
Forever friendships
Live beyond fear and misgivings,
Ideas and fantasies flow freely.
Each one trusts knowing.
Understanding awakens new insights.
Heartfelt talks bind love’s soul.
Grudges give way to forgiveness.
And forever finds flavor among friends.
Beyond anger and disappointments
Failures and weakness become forgotten.
Annoyances give way to pleasure.
And calmness comes calling, quickly.
Bravely sharing selves,
Friends walk through life, caring.
Away from gossip and scandal,
Delicious days delight in dignity.
Anticipated thoughts thrive.
Hopes listen, patiently recognizing.
And the soul of a forever friend enriches.
Merging life on earth to eternity.
© September 28, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum with a touch of aliteration
Hi keep me in your visage,
keep me in your sociostew
quote me in a passage
or hey, F U
themes, ideas, sonnets,
mambypamby contrivances set to words
tell me your thoughts are merely
terds. No creativity, stilitd patterns,
prose passivity and illcreated
rhytm lanterns given to pre cunni
lingual callings set to teen tonal
twitterings of **** adult annoyances
of prepostadnoidial fake frontal toe the line
godforbidugetpregnantwhileI haveuinthe
backseatofmycar,basementmotelroomparkalbeit
sanctifiedmarriagewithalloftheaccruments beguiledgiven to the EverWaiters
of sexo satisfied vagino villified vanilla wafer
wishes until the wounded wedding night cherry bursting
(yea right)
bomb blast blemishes. Keep it in in novative organ aztional
invigor ative essence to stand by yr manwomanpersonit
as statedstated by state in a reverenced supreme courted not society
given to a biased"What the hell do we do now guys/gals and inbetweens", SFHD.
Guess it and get the prize, or play our home game
as your consolation gift.
We r un evolving without the neutral notion of
core capacity locus of control and seminal socialization.
We r what we BE and all else is con
trivity. Sons/daughters noncompliant with the so be its and told u so's
do as I do keep it simple, we as boomers ahve set a style too conseropliant to
reinvent the self. youth recapitulate your entity and serve no one unless it
benefits those insufficient to a misnomer antiquated to a universal device
dead to annoyance and brevity. Unforgiving to a future promise.
All for one and one for all.
There are places I’ve grown from some far and wide
Past my heart and lingering within my mind
There are roads I may have crossed craggy and forgotten
Each step I take I ascertain more clearly
Through the willful nights and past stories
I never looked back for more than a mere second
Whispering all the things I saw and sensed
I’ve learned to transform inconveniences and annoyances
This wind that now blows shows me-
I must discipline my intellectual truths
Training in the joy of day to day
I shall walk along the ruins of yesterday
On a journey of understanding myself
With less fear and doubt and wiser to the day
Adversity has many names,
Sized from minuscule to monumental,
Creeping in unnoticed,
Hiding behind life's little annoyances.
Adversity,
Balloons at the worst possible moment,
Taking everyone by surprise,
Left standing in total shock.
Adversity,
Cutting to the core,
Leaving scars
That never heal.
Adversity,
Spreading a shroud of darkness,
A heavy burden on the shoulders,
A Millstone around the neck.
"Adversity," He says,
As He puts His arm around me,
Drawing me closer to His side,
Whispering, "Don't worry, we'll get through this together."
Now you may think that these things cannot be true,
But following extensive research, something that I do,
I can completely reassure you, these annoyances are fact,
So please forgive me, if I appear to be a little short on tact,
Driving behind anyone wearing any kind of hat
Is like crossing the path of a big, black cat
You’ll be stuck driving below the limit of speed
By the your long journey’s end, you’re frazzled indeed.
Watching television with this sweet husband of mine,
He talks and lectures the TV, earplugs would be sublime,
Grabbing a cup of tea quickly on the commercial break,
You open the frig to find the milk is empty- oh for pitty sake.
You need to call a company to ask a simple question,
The never ending electronic choices, gives me indigestion.
Why or why can’t there be a human to answer my call,
I promise I won’t talk long, the time needed would be small.
I love children dearly but I think its important to stress,
Parents should parent, its their responsibility to address,
There is nothing more annoying than going out for a fine meal,
To have little ones scream and run wild, to me, its a big deal.
These small annoyances puts my patience to the test,
I remind myself not to sweat the small stuff, that’s best.
When you consider all the things that others must endure today,
My annoyances are just trivial, so I’ll just smile and be okay.
Written July 26, 2011
For "What Annoys You" Contest
Won 3rd Place
Annoyances
One of the first things to go is that
never appreciated tactile proficiency.
The ability to find the car keys in an
overstuffed bag. Close your eyes. Tell
me if it’s a raisin or a kumquat.
Tying my shoes is not so troublesome
as is the re-tying of them. I’m back to
being the kid whose shoe laces untie
themselves. Decaffeinated coffee sets
me on edge. So does going to a steak
house and ordering chicken. The worm
in the Tequila bottle. The have a
nice day sign at the entrance to the
rehab. People with “Bluetooth”
thingies stuck in their ears trouble
me. Time was the guy waving his
arms and talking to himself was
a sign you should cross the street
and not make eye contact. Texting,
if you want to send me a letter please
put it in the mail and let the nice
Post Office people deliver it. If you
wish to talk to me please call or
stop by for coffee. Directions annoy
the hell out of me. They are usually
written by someone who never tried
to put the damn thing together using
their directions. The GPS lady really
bugs me. I’d rather get lost than
badgered by her recalculating tone.
Kayakers who paddle over and ask
me how the fishing is today make me
want to torpedo their boat. Popcorn
really bugs me. Ice cream head rushes,
forks touching that filling, small toys in
my shoes, and being old annoy me.
So I get even. My mantra is simple.
Places to go. People to annoy.
John G. Lawless
2/10/2013
Submitted to
Things that Annoy Me contest
Here's some things that really irk me
They must irk some of you guys too
Loaded baskets in those Express Lanes
My face turns a scarlet hue
Imagine the gall of some irksome drivers
Doing fifty in a fifty mile zone
What is it with these bunch of yahoos?
Probably gabbing on their phones!
When you order a cup of hot java
At your favourite coffee shop
And it turns out to be luke warm at best
You wanna give the server a pop!
Another one of my little pet peeves
Pill bottles that are made seniors proof
You get a hernia trying to open these things
The inventor was on some kind of juice!
Playing along with the clues on Jeopardy
Interrupted by some breaking news
Unless the world is actually coming to an end
It can wait till the end of the clues!
Bugs me when some guy in a big fancy car
Takes up more than one parking space
These a-holes need to be straightened out
Love a word with them face to face!
Ahhh! It sure feel a whole lot better now
Once I got these things off my chest
Life is too short to let these things bug you
They're minor annoyances at best!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Write me a poem, urged the Lover
As I slipped into bed with him,
Fearing the tremors of the night
As heavy rain poured outside,
Bidding thunder to growl its boisterous song
Compelling lightning to dance in ungraceful ways!
Why should I, asked I in a detached tone
While keeping my eyes glued to the bedsheets
Why should I? Would you even care to read
If I wrote for you?
Why should I not, asked the Lover in a dangerous tone
Can you not see the genuineness of my intentions
Reflected in the expression of my eyes?
Can you not hear the laments of my heart
In my deep and profound voice?
Can you not feel the booming beats of my heart
As it somersaults each time I merely think of you?
I lifted my eyes and let them plunge in the expanse of his
Pray, how I am to write for him
If I did so, my heart would be left bared and defenseless
If I did so, my feelings would be exposed and disrobed
If I did so, the shield protecting my vulnerability
Would be thrown off, broken into millions of pieces
And I would be left unsteady and unguarded!
But the expanse of the Lover's eyes pulled me closer
In these I could see how stars birth
In these I could see what lies beyond the veil of the universe
In these I could see my meaning
In these my pulsating annoyances felt soothed
In these I chose to plunge, even if I can swim not
And soon, I was no more in control of myself,
Barely conscious that outside, the rain poured harsher
While thunder sang still more deafeningly
And lightning danced, caring not if anyone was watching it!
When he turned over to sleep
I got out of bed, opened my diary
And wrote a poem for him!
16 October 2017
Things happen. Life unravels
The earth spins, perpetuating processes
And as we recount our travels
Our hearers marvel
Stories of prophets' heads on silver platters
Representations of old things
And we should be somehow flattered
By images of our saggy bottoms and flaked skin
All the expected supreme annoyances
In bags of leftover promises
Encased in increasingly cryptic codices
We're patching up until the expert arrives
I look forward to an immense surprise
For now, we can all be Lazarus
Sitting at the gate, all cadaverous
Hold my wings while I fly
I don't want to fly too low or rise too high
We are all Lazarus, waiting to exhale
Picking up crumbs, pushing carts
Domesticating stray dogs. Swatting flies
In alleys and under bridges. What a sight
It's like writing a hard exam
Roger, confirm your position
I'm flying over the flyover, over
Ah, Roger
Things happen. Life unravels
Things fall apart
Unexpected turns, astonishing events
Surprises and disappointments
Spilled milk, blood, sweat and tears
Broken hearts and shakedowns
Past failures and future fears
Betrayals, travesties
Misplaced loyalties. Broken trust
Uncollected royalties
Missed opportunities, misplaced sympathies
Mishandled moments. Misplaced comments
Unforeseen challenges. Broken sewers
Outbreaks and breakouts
Roger confirm
You are observing this insanity
I'm flying over the fly over, over
Ah, Roger
Form:
Distance separates our closeness.
Disconnectedness, disparity,
niggling annoyances creep
stealthily into the unity that was.
Drip, drip, drip of destruction.
Tarnishing tenaciously......
tick tick tock the calamitous clock
concocting poisonous concoction.
Angry words thrown like venomous arrows
piercing a once beguiled heart.
Plans of permanence placed in temporary
abeyance ........romance gone.
You captivated and entranced me.
You wooed and lured me into false security.
You rocked and stroked my eager enthusiasm,
then cast it mercilessly aside.
Drip, drip, drip of destruction
tarnishing tenaciously -
pools of passion dispersed in disparity.
Save water. Save us. Turn off the tap.
The transition of love to hate, can take years or less
Never, ever could or would one have anticipated in their dream state
imagination, let alone awake, walking and talking reality, this 360 degree
change was possible, no red flags when you met then wed
no sirens alarmed, no fear or dread
Only love and love, the subtle irritants and endearments
will never be ' bones of contention '--NEVER !!!
Love will smother and drown the discord and darkness
Prevailing though all, that's what THEY say
No matter the messes, distresses, irks and fires
Then fewer caresses, and kisses, less to admire
Those cute, little idiosyncrasies morph into major annoyances
that drive you to the brink, then you think
I use to love when he did....or said....how he dressed...
how he said means things to me but said he was only joking...
how he used to drink a little, now lots, and comments are meaner
and obscene
and then you found those insults were mainly hurled when others were around
then home less and less, preferring to live at watering hole with friends
and AL, the liquid pal !!
And so on and so on, crud and crap
Losing ability to snap back, losing desire to get IT back
Well, there you go, now you know
The change, the rearrangement of emotional ecstasy to
hate and disdain, fantasies of loving each other eternally
now internally destroyed and decimated, way beyond decayed
and rotten, any fragments of love and soul
Gone, done, hate won, --- BUT---what could have been done different
I tried, from minor, tiny changes to major ones, quite significant
I really, honestly, wish that love conquered all
But seems unrealistic and impossible, just a fantasy
Beyond the imagination, eternal love and romance
I feel the pain
The immense pressure in my chest
Will she leave me
Will she die
I don’t think I can handle this
The increased heartache
For she is near death
I hurt so much
By the ears she listened
So quietly she sleeps
But deceivingly so
She doesn’t breathe quite right
At a loss for air
I quiver with the pain of her dying
She listens
With each breath she takes
I breathe but not of happiness
I hurt all throughout
I hate to worry
The annoyances of being this way
The terror of the inevitable
Death will surely come slowly
Taking each breath she has
And throwing it out
Past any hope
Of recovery
She has no air left in her
To breathe
And I cry…
Tears of broken death
Russell Sivey
Entered into Nathan A.'s "Free-Verse poems" contest
3/12/2013
a certain al dente to the line
that gives up its sustenance
without some sentimental mush
but toothy, with crunch and crush
a rhyme is good, but not all mattered
more important is the view that's gathered
rolled perhaps taste of bitterness battered
with a delicate crust of wisdom spattered
chewing on life's vagaries
annoyances, intrusions and unease
to swallow honeyed, sweet to please
fresh-scented phrases of potpourri
it's nice to turn a corner of stanza
and find some pithy extravaganza
of worldly view without propaganda
a sublimely surreptitious word bonanza
poetry just don't need understanding
the test is really not that demanding
only that the mind be a bit expanded
and perhaps a smile notwithstanding
© Goode Guy 2013-07-28
What is it to me if
The teenage girl next door
Leaves on a date dressed up
Like a downtown whore?
If her brother wears his cap
With the bill in the back
And their father drives up
In a ratty old hearse Cadillac?
Why do I let the smallest
Things annoy me so?
I think I would move away
If I had some place to go.
written July 27, 2021