Best Burnout Poems
The fire brigade are on standby
With their hoses in their hand
For today it is my birthday
My birthday cake is on a stand
There are so many candles
It is a health and safety risk
So be ready with the hoses guys
And make sure you get here quick!
Any poem written on your birthday contest
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25th January 2015
you planned your race
to run at pace
and win at any cost
but ran too fast
and finished last
so the prize you sought was lost
had you taken time
to the finish line
you might still have your health
and realize
life's greatest prize
is the prize of life itself.
Sparks dwindled too soon,
Leaving behind dark ashes,
And silence that burns.
Drippy
by
samnesia.com
“He’s kept himself together”
“That boy’s kept himself in line”, they said.
But I can’t keep hurting myself
and say that I am happy.
There’s a leakage in here, somewhere
The echoes are too loud
and they make me drippy.
The inside is too damp
The leakage won’t stop dripping.
So, please do not mind me,
I’m only dying in here.
And spending New Years eve drunk off my ass
has gotten old quickly.
“He seems rather kind”
But I’m still unhappy.
The leakage will burst, someday
and I’ll be floating on a lake where I’ll die alone.
The inside will collapse
and I might not come out, alive.
There was an electrician from Nashes
Who worked in darts and dashes.
One day especially rushed
Against 240 volts he brushed.
Now Nashes is home to his ashes.
Burn out
keep the pedals turning
Within the cogs inside your mind
Staying late to get it done
With solutions that you find
Skipping lunch time after time
The weights drops from your thighs
Taking lows throughout the day
Forgoing all the highs
Deadlines falling on your lap
Increasingly unmet
As pressure stored inside your head
Follows you to bed
Zombie like you carry on
While functions die like flowers
No nutrients to find respite
As you wake from early hours
Those friends you have they tell you now
You should have seen it coming
Dripping like a faulty tap
From the lifestyle you are a running
What is the point you ask yourself
Brain body link is failing
Every organ under strain
Slowly feel it ailing
Mind's a fog, mistakes the norm
Your voice inside is saying
You've done it wrong, you're such fool
You're patience starts a fraying
But still you're blind to all the signs
Your hamster wheel keep turning
One day you'll wake, jump off the wheel
Before your feet start burning...
This BREVITY poem I wrote was for Casarah Nance's
contest. Closed already! So printing my poem anyway
I love my job,
I really do.
Even though my hours are long
and the benefits are sometimes few.
I make the coffee for the crew,
and a zillion other things
for them I do.
Jobs are important!
So I'll hold on to mine,
because never again do I want
to stand in the unemployment line.
Sometimes I feel unappreciated,
in this job I've been given.
But I know as a wife and mother
it's the best kind of livin'
However, at times, I YELL,
"Enough! Enough! Enough!"
And to my husband I say,
"Here, you change your son's diaper.
I'm finished for the day."
"The children are all fed,
and your wife is going to bed!"
.
Home sweet home on Christmas day.
Children and grandchildren
come, but not to stay
Home smells of pumpkin spice,
gingerbread cookies,
ham and turkey in the oven
Yeast rolls rising,
flickering cinnamon candles,
oakwood burning in the fireplace
The taste of eggnog and wine,
all that brings Christmas
and everything nice
Piles of gifts under the fir tree
The grandchildren on their knees
Poor babies, hate they have to wait
They wonder when that would be
After you eat before you can see,
grandma said
Dinner blessing, songs of praise,
singing Christmas carols,
voices in different tones,
barrels of delightful fun
Grandma sore to the bone and drained;
leaded punch didn't help to ease the pain.
Treasured and happy moments
comfort from the day.
Merry Christmas to all Poetry Soup family
12/26/2021
I am deeply depressed
Confusion, hardwork, maximising brain power.
What to do, express it, sure ...
My light has burnt out or dimmed
I can't forego the stress of no results for significant pressure.
Some things help but not as much as it perhaps should.
Cut the melon, fresh, start again after burn out, but however long will it last.
I am not a machine, I am 26 no longer 19, leaving my peak ages.
I smell fatigue.
Despite all my hard work making a difference, it is very tireing.
In the ocean, I swim, looking for ways to educate the self.
Contradicted as I achieve, insulted as I achieve, 7 hours of hard work a day
being insulted because I have my freedom of 9 to 5
Y'know what, actually, push off and I'll do what I want you jealous loser. Or so I
say to my mom.
My brow sweaty, my voice a whisper,
tossing and turning like pages of a book.
My mind fleeting, thoughts racing,
not listening to my overwhelming plea -
'To sleep, let me sleep.'
I can now see daylight brewing,
darkness withdrawing,
the freshened colours of dawn.
And yet my plea is still the same -
'To sleep, let me sleep.'
Labour hard, rolls soon the night,
aching pain, restless limbs thrash.
Dancing to a most sickly beat,
refusing to let lethargy sleep.
I plea - 'sleep, let me sleep.'
05.02.2021
Burnout
Drained Energy
Dark insomnia nights
Lonely longing for Catharsis
Timeout
It's all in your head.
It's all in your mind.
One day, you'll be dead.
One day, you'll be hard to find.
We say, "we wish we could fly."
We say, "Give us some time."
They'll work you till you die,
They'll work you till you commit a crime.
Freedom is only in your head.
Freedom is only in your mind
Tests and tests where do I start?
trying my hardest to be the best
Staying up, crying late well my mamma said "that's life it's tough"
Behind this pretty smile lay a depression that goes on for miles
Trying my hardest to keep my energy drink at my side
the only thing keeping me from being just another teenage suicide
I get it life is hard but this academic pressure pushes me too far
I wonder how I'm still holding up
cause I've had enough
Overworked, stressed, and depressed
I lay in my room at 3 am
with fresh red marks on my body
while I keep up the act of "teenage hottie"
Nobody knows my pain
as if it was all in vain
Nobody should feel the same
this monster consumes your brain
This isn't how it should turn out
Thank you, Academic burn-out
Burnout
is what can come of inspiration,
if you're not careful.
Gish Jen
Degeneration
is what can follow manic fast-growth regeneration,
if you're not well-seasoned.
War and terror
can come from tribal competitions,
peace and freedom fighting and squabbling
for healthy food and water and fuel,
if you're not co-empathic enough,
double-bound Win-Win equivalently bilateral
secure,
conservational,
restorative co-messiahs,
bodhisattvas,
eco-yogis
noticing and stretching
designing and cooperatively networking,
dancing and singing.
Hate and anger and fear
are what can come from love and faith and hope,
if we're not health care receivers enough,
and cooperative givers-forward,
co-investors of and for HealthCare,
filling toward CareFull with Humble Gratitude,
both Ego-Eco Logists
Logos of health systemic trends,
as contrasted against
social and ecopolitical and personal Loser NonElite pathologies.
Zealous fundamentalism
is what can come from counter-cultural radicalism,
if you're not listening to karmic grace
multiculturally enough.
Fascism
is what can come from NonElite exclusionary democracy
if you're not grateful for WinWin creolizing therapies
and humble about past retributive colonizing traumas
enough.
Jihad terrorism
is what can come from too-divinely supremacist inspired
retributive injustice
if we are not HealthCare ecologically inclusive enough.
Holocaust
is what can come from Paradise Lost
if we are not listening cooperatively enough
to both internal landscapes
and external climates for ecological health.
LeftBrain Burnout
is what can come of SacredElder RightBrain inspired
NewYear EcoLogical Resolutions,
if you're not careful.
Better buckle up, you’ve got to watch and see,
What happens when I push, this button labelled B.
B for a burnout, B to be free,
B to remember how it felt to be three,
No worries, No money, No commitments, No pain,
A button on a lever, a lever on a frame,
A hand to push the button, and a feeling that’s insane.
Burnout of road, drive out your brain,
Let them see what you’ve done, and they’ll soon want the same.
B for a change, B for a dare,
B to remember how it felt to be there,
No worries, No money, No commitments, No pain,
One button, one escape, one ruler of the lane,
A hand out the window, and a feeling that’s insane.
Ease past the others, laugh at their speed,
Let them see what you’ve done, as you take the lead.