Best Blahs Poems

A case of the blahs
   evening blues
dark too early
   nothing to do

8:00 p.m., Monday
   Why go out
Bars are dead
...

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Those winter blahs, they're with us again

They can drag us down without doubt

It makes us feel like cursing bloody murder

Can't take it, I just want...

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Cure the winter blahs
By sitting on a warm beach
With a tall, cool drink...

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It's so hard, sometimes
To remove this cerement 
To muster a veritable smile
To schlepp out of the sediment

It will end, I know
When authentic smiles will replace
The...

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Found Cause and Had Blahs

These days do seem to be some surprises;
And they ended up becoming a big crisis;
Had the blahs;
Then found cause;
Was a significant...

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In my bed.
Winter blahs.
Colorless ground
Icy jaws.

I poke my head
Timidly forth.
I see some green
I feel some warmth.

I stretch my tendrils
Toward the sky.
Spindly spikes
Reaching high.

Slowly my body
Unclenches,...

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Did you ever wonder how things work in your head
How every thought you ever think is connected by a thread
Sometimes it’s just a little thing...

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Like I Always Say

Like I Always Say
About heaven no telling
Who you run into.

What I like about
Haiku is it always is
So nice short and sweet.

If George...

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There are times when each of us for reasons must pause,
we need a time out and a short reprieve;
perhaps to care for health or...

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I sit in quietude, with the moon as my light,
its fickle glow obscured by calico clouds.
The air feels heavy
as silence adds its weight to the...

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The air is cold with skies of multi-grays
as snowflakes fall and paint a wintry scene.
I think of summer warmth and fun-filled days;
yet many winter days...

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I’m entitled to change.

My skies don’t have the blah-blah-blahs.
My trees aren’t bare in every yard.
My caterpillars find cocoons.
Butterflies will be flying soon.
Said I’m entitled to...

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Wrong bread for Fred

here I am sick in bed
got the chills and aches in my head
called the pharmacy and spoke with Ned
was told of a...

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It was Monday morning blahs agog
 when I rose to walk my little dog.
Barely was the sun arising
 while in the distance clouds passed by...

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Seasons
By: Tom Wright
9-10-2019

Spring is the preferred time,
for daydreams to appear.
When Summer comes along,
these dreams often sear.

But Fall is readying itself,
to exhibit sudden change.
A precursor to...

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