Best Get Mad Poems
GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!
My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green jeans.
I am hypnotize by the color green.
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream.
I lay on the grass so green.
I won a jackpot of green.
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream.
My eyes are shaded green.
My jealousy comes in the color green.
I diet on green veggies that are lean.
The Green Bay Packers are my favorite team.
I believe all frogs should come in green.
It’s a family gift to carry a green thumb gene.
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen.
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green.
The Irish do not all believe in green.
In my greenhouse all, the plants are full of good self-esteem.
I'm the jester who wore a green beret for the king and queen.
The unripe sour apple is moldy green!
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean.
Why do all leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leafs of green.
Green is the middle color of the rainbow team.
Good Luck, Care Bear's charming eyes are emerald green.
My favorite color has always been green.
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen.
. (a) S.K.A.T. POETRY (re-post) by;p.d.
. 3-17-10 (update) 3-17-11
I can put things together
Sometimes I'm on what you wear
Sometimes on things
Sometimes I get stuck and you get mad at me
Its not often for me to break
I'm made out of metal
I'm a zipper
Tell me I am pretty and sexy and hot
Tell me you like everything that I’ve got
Say that my clothes fit me just right
Even if some things are a little too tight
Laugh at my jokes even if they are dumb
Massage my neck ’til your fingers go numb
Don’t get mad becaue I make more money
Do the dishes, vacuum, and call me honey
Respect me for my intelligent mind
Treat all my friends friendly and kind
Tell me that I cook better than mother
Say that you’ll never love any other
Kiss me goodnight and good morning
Make love to me without any warning
Call me at work just to hear my voice
Say that being with me is your first choice
Watch chick flicks during a football game
Give me a sweet little sexy pet name
Tell me my lovely face is all you see
But darling, don’t you ever lie to me
Sophia leaned on her gaunt elbow as she stared out from the high window sill watching the minute drops of rain steadily fell the glass. Her thoughts unfocused when in the distance a shrill train whistle jaunted her recollections to the whispers of the past.
It seemed so long ago when the children were small. Yes, Ann, Marianne, Lydia and Michael the four of them always jabbering away, "Mama, when we die, will we be angels and fly around heaven?" "Mama, when daddy comes home can we go to grandma's house?" "Mama, do you love me?" "Mama, who do you love the best?"
Sophia thought how simple life was when they were mere little ones and how much more difficult it became as they steadily grew towards adulthood. "Mama, I have something to tell you and you must promise that you won't get mad!" "Do you promise, Mama?" Some eight months later Lydia gave birth to a seven pound boy. "Mama, all the neighbors are talking!" "Mama, I am embarrassed to go to class!" "Mama, what does dad think?" "Mama, can we keep the baby?"
Sophia noticed the rain had stopped. Suddenly she felt free. The past whispers were no longer.
I want to be worth not loosing
The friend you won't let down
The one person you won't lie to, no matter how bad the truth may hurt
I want you to know you hold more, than my heart
You hold my future, my dreams, my tears and my smiles
I want you to know a look is all it takes to be enough
I get scared when I feel insecure, don't get mad, hold me
Trusting you is more important than diamonds and gold
I want to be worth not taking those daring chances
I offer you these things in return without the asking
Only then will I give my full heart in return
©Donna Jones
Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental
so can you tell me.......
Is It Worth It?
You walk through the metal detector
You look at me with a deep seated scorn
You loath that I made you remove your stuff
You had to take off your shoes belt and jewelry
You’re thinking “I’m no criminal or terrorist so why me”
I am only doing the job the government requires of me
I am not the reason you are harassed and had to partially strip
I do empathize with you seeing I have to do the same thing too
No one cares that I am a Screening Officer I am searched when I travel
The government says what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
You want to get mad at someone then look in the right direction
The ones who blatantly took the lives of our families and friends
Who took the choice of traveling to most places away forever
Who took the privilege of carrying most things on board away
The freedom to travel with our liquids and gels peanut butter and jam
Don’t blame me because I am risking my life to keep you safe
Don’t blame me for someone not caring about your fate
Don’t blame me for what Mr. Harper and Mr. Obama says
Or for what the UK says is their Standard Operating Procedures (SOP)
Don’t blame me I am just the messenger that holds many lives in my hand
When I was born, who would have thought
I’d grow up to be ruled by a clock.
Clocks mock dreams while hours gawk -
clicking off our minutes, letting seconds go - -
Did I turn the coffee and iron off,
remember drops for my cough ...
oh, I don’t know, darn traffic is slow.
Kindly push your pedal and go – go,
come on now! We need to roll.
If I am late, I’ll get penalized so.
Got to chew fast and ignore my dog's wag.
If I dawdle, someone will get mad.
So much to deal with, rules, rules and more,
so much crap I cannot ignore.
Are there more points for being on time
than for completing work that is prime?
I want to shout for upper brass
to remove their clock from my a*s.
There’s a complete person who I am,
yet my wants get the work week cram.
Job clocks are feeling-lame, greedy-aimed
and make my life a punctual strain ...
You were always happy, always on the move
with a great zest for life and a heart full of love.
We loved you too and checked to see if you’d get mad
if we mimicked your habits, but you laughed instead.
When we were in school together, you often horsed around;
I ribbed you about eye trouble, eyes too close to the ground.
You lived life with gusto, knowing your time was short;
playing hard, working harder, often with a jolly retort.
Honest to a fault, you saw the positive side of things;
kept things in order, solid rock with no mood swings.
Cut off jeans, gray tee shirt, tinted glasses, baseball hat;
great big grin, teasing quip, a big hello, a friendly chat.
You were the best teacher any student ever had;
I could call on you to help as though you were my dad.
You drove my school bus on many a winter morn;
dressed in brown coveralls, bottom legs frayed and worn.
You were there in summer, helping coach baseball games;
at football with your camera or turning cartwheels in the gym.
You taught us how to care, how to study, how to play;
how to work on the computer and make the most of every day.
So determined to learn, spending hours at a throw;
self-teaching all the things a teacher needed to know.
You are the poem of my life, who you were tells the tale;
your poem will last forever, healing memories never pale.
You wrote the words of this poem, pages of my life tell the story;
you will read them back to me, when we meet again in glory.
I'm only happy when I'm sad, she said.
When people say their glad,
I get mad because,
they used the word glad, she said, we laughed.
The things she said, I guess,
wouldn't seem important.
If you asked if she knew Shakespeare, she'd say,
when I was born he was already dead.
She liked autobiographies because, she said,
they were books about history,
written by people who were there.
She loved the new testament,
because of what a mess it is, she said,
how great it was that Jesus gave,
gave such a big storytelling gig,
to his four buddies who couldn't write a lick.
That Jesus must have been a piss,
to hang out with, she said.
Important or not,
I didn't want to miss a word,
whatever she said,
I never waited to talk, with her,
I was happy to be,
just listening.
Every time your not next to me
I fell like your being distant
Every time your saying mean things
It makes me feel like you don't love me at all
Every time we argue
It hurts me so much it makes me want to hurt myself
Every time you give me an attitude
I feel like your bringing me down
Every time your angry at things I tell you
It makes me feel like you hate me
Every time you look away from me
I feel like you don't want to be with me
Every time I try to joke around
You get mad at the jokes I make
But what hurts me the most
Is the way you accuse me of cheating
Life can be beautiful and long. Or life could be short and depressing. Some people
act happy when they are sad. Their anger will grow and only get mad. Fear to live
can be so strong. Some people will cut life short before they're time. They feel
the only way out is suicide. For death is a gift that God gave us. But love is a
choice that some don't follow. The hatred rejection breathes can turn you hallow.
Your eyes tell the truth of an unforgiving soul. The darkness you seek is out of
control. One day at a time it consumes you. Then at last your finally threw. You
are bitter and heartless, angered, and cold. Sooner or later your evil will unfold.
You have gone into hiding and left the light. Any chance you get you try to fight.
The pain you buried so many years ago. The scars and fears of an unforgiving soul.
Your day will come and you will forgive. The child you saved was abandoned and
hide. Your life is peaceful and calm. Your little baby will grow up happy and
strong. You saved a life and got yours back. You had so much pain and rage filled
attacks. You can sleep without the dreams of a viscous man. Everything is Better
now you can finally think. You stop and wonder why he took that last drink? Why he
abused your young body? Where he was when he hid? Why he did the things he did?
They took my blood and ethnic group, they did.
My soul was skulking, knowing of the strains
If I have no visa, they’ll get mad
Reading my thick newspaper was sad
Seeing they’re deporting love again
They took my blood ,my heart and I feel bad
Water has no salt whereas blood has
And losing it will cause a lot of pain
If we have no visas, oh dear God.
The water circulates; we’re effing dead
So when we’re shot there’s no red blood to stain
They looked for human souls and then they bragged
The Jews, the gays the helpless .felt cold dread
And who resists now Fascism rides again?
We scream when we’re asleep,oh helpless God.
We invented torture , prison, shame
Were God here he’d hear the frightened groans
They took my ethnic group and stole my blood
Now they call me ” ”, ain’t life sad?
(Funny Children's poem)
Peter! Peter!
Where are you?
I am right here mom
I am coming now!
That was my mom
And she's calling me
I'm drinking a glass of milk
But I better run or she'll get mad at me
Peter! Peter!
What was that horrible noise that
I just heard coming from the kitchen
Tell me that you haven't done anything bad please.
Mom, that was my glass of milk, I just dropped it and it broke.
Well, I was just doing what you always told me to do.
You said that I am supposed to drop anything that
I am doing every time that you just...call meeee!
LOL! LOL!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008
My baby, I love you
My baby, I love everything about you...
My love is eternal
My love for you is neverending!
Though I may complain
And act childish at times
And say a few wrong things
Though I get mad
Or argue with you
Doesn't mean I don't love you...
In fact I love
The sound of your voice
Though I may not show it
I love your body
And your very mind
I love everything about you!
Even if you're a mystery
It only attracts me more to you...
And I don't think that I can stay
Mad at you for anything!
I believe my heart
For it is the truth
Steering me the right way
Backed by my thoughts
You only seem to be
More beautiful everyday
It makes my life
More pleasant as time
Passes me by
Now that I have found
You as my one true love
I wish to never leave your side!
Though sometimes I make you mad
I want you to know, I don't mean to...
But I believe my love is strong
And it will make you see past my faults!
Even if you're a mystery
It only attracts me more to you...
And I don't think that I can stay
Mad at you for anything!
My baby, I love you
My baby, I love everything about you...
My love is eternal
My love for you is neverending!