Best Hard Times Poems
When hard times come they sit a spell,
Like kin folk come to stay
A-packin' troubles, pets an' kids
That always get ‘n your way.
It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought,
There ain't much in-between.
You work like hell to make ’em good,
But still they’re sorta lean.
The ranch went under late last year,
The drought got mighty tough.
The boss held-out a long, long time,
But finally said, "enough!"
So here I am dispatchin’ cops
An’ watchin’ felons sleep,
In Junction, at the county jail,
A job I’ll prob’ly keep.
The wife, she works at Leisure Lodge,
Where older people stay,
A-makin’ beds an’ moppin’ floors
To earn some ‘extra’ pay.
Though “extra pay‘s” the term I used,
It goes to payin’ rent,
An’ after all the bills are paid,
We wonder where it went.
We hocked my saddle, guns an' chaps,
An' then our weddin' rings;
Then when we couldn't pay the loan,
They sold the 'dad-blamed' things.
We felt real bad a day or two
But then we let it go,
Cause it got Christmas for the kids
When money got real slow.
When hard times come they sit a spell,
Don't matter who you are;
They'll cost ya things you've set aside,
An' clean your cookie jar.
You'll loose some sleep an' worry some,
Won't pay to moan an' groan;
But hang on to your happiness,
They'll finally leave ya 'lone.
So many sad faces
To many broken hearts
All these familiar faces
Without any facial expressions
They anguish and depression
Has me asking questions
Is money and greed
Mankind greatest obsession
Aggression and oppression
Is giving a bad impression
All these parliament sessions and still no confession
In reading and hearing about these conversations
All I can say, we are heading into great recession.
The kids are in bed - there are dishes to do
Some washing, ironing, paperwork too
Children, office, housework, sometimes I think life’s hard
But it isn’t really, not when it’s compared
To my mums, who rose up early and who was never late
Lighting the coal fire, sitting in the grate
She then cooked breakfast on a range,
Haven’t things for me, now changed?
Over the range for hours mum would slave
Cooking meals, whereas I have a microwave
And a vacuum, to clean this house of mine
Mum used to beat rugs on her washing line,
I have gas central heating, to keep the house warm
For my waking up to electric alarm
Then straight into the bathroom to have a shower
With instant hot water, mum had to wait hours
For the water to boil in her dolly tub
With its mangle, her weeks washing to scrub
A washing machine, daily, washes my clothes
What I’d do without it, heavens knows
And only a larder and pantry had mum,
No fridges or freezers, with meals ready done;
Between rudding steps and the range black leading,
She always had time for games and for reading,
My children don’t bother to go out to play
They stay in their rooms, on computers all day,
I guess each generation, has its ‘hard times’
I suppose at the moment, I feel this is mine
But, on reflection, of the life my mum had
I consider myself lucky; my ‘hard time’ is not so bad.
© Janette Fisher – June 1995
I wrote this poem about 15 years ago when I was a bank manager and my girls were about 12 and 10
Manchester, born and bred, within a stone throw from the city centre
One of a family of nine kids and our mother as our mentor
In a place called Hulme, full of vagabonds and snot nosed scruff bags
Rope for belts, football boots with studs cut of as shoes and clothes of rags
Hulme was a hard place to grow, terraced housing, paved back yards and broken glass
The sound of gospel hung in the air as the black community attended daily mass
Sugar butties, porridge was the food we ate
No fatty Big Mac’s with salad-less salad on a false plastic plate
Trying to smash bottles that were laid out on top of a wall
From twenty or thirty yards with a cricket ball
Hopscotch, hula hoop, hide and seek were the games we knew
No X-box or computer games on the streets that we grew
There was social intercourse, chatter, friendship, warmth and love
Non of the Facebook, twitter, linked in and all that false stuff
Now the kids live in a pit of sole and isolation
As they tweet and twitter their nonsense across the nation
50, 000 face book friends they have never met, seen or knew
I wouldn’t swap what I had as a child
Would you?
Today is not a very good day.There has been a lot
of things that have happened in the past few years.
We have had tragedies and troubles.It has been very
hard on all of us.All of us are blaming each other for
what is happening.I know we all have different ways of
coping with things and we don't always do well trying.
I do know that I have caused a lot of stress around
here but I am not the only one.I'm just trying to do my
best to make the right choices and deal with one thing
at a time.I have had my share of trying to do the right
thing and it has been no walk in the park let me tell you.
Anyhow,I am tired.I can't keep going like this any more.
You can call me a coward or whatever you want because
you have a right to your opinion.This is the way that I
want to deal with it.I'm sorry to each of you that feel like
I did them wrong because I sure didn't do it on purpose.
I only did what I thought was right.I don't know what it's
like in the after life but I hope it's peaceful.I love you all
very much and I really hope you believe that.It is none
of your faults.Please be strong for each other after I am
gone.I know that you will all be ok.I will be watching over
you everyday.GOODBYE.
COLLEEN MARIE BONO
Sometimes, it’s the hard times that blind me from the possible positive outcomes the future beholds…
But damn…sometimes it’s like I get so tired of always being let down, that looking forward to things is nothing but a childhood feeling that has grew old
But thank you hard times, for you made me into a better person….or stronger perhaps…feeling more than ready for whatever may happen…
Mainly because I now find myself accepting adversity. Anticipating the natural high of overcoming a challenge
It’s just crazy how hard times always seem to have bad timing..
You finally get the breathing room to pick yourself up…get things together …you are knocked right back down again…
It’s just a constant cycle of falling down and picking yourself back up again
And I shall continue fighting until I won’t be able to fall again
Feels like I’m Taking 10 steps forwards to sometimes get pushed 5-8 steps back….
And Even though hard times can make the weak fold…It also creates strong and bold individuals who refuse back down from any negative attack…
Hard times can be whack…but most of the times when I just pull through and fight…it turns out to be worth the struggle…
That is why I feel that no matter how rich I get…I will always be able to out do the other man…because I have a mentality beyond making an average hustle…
Because I too know what it feels like to struggle…
Scraping dollars…trying to make ends meet, while also trying to budget enough food to barely eat
Just because Hard Times wants to come knocking at my door, doesn’t me I have to open it …to just to lay victim to an embarrassing defeat
Sometimes spoken words can be the herb for a heeling deep within..
Thanks to you hard times, it is because of you that I have to get this healing treatment …over and over and again and again…
You have turned out to be quite the friend….
But you are only seasonal…so every time you enter my life….
Your presence only shows me what is about to begin…because hard times to me ;only signify the great beginning to another end!!!
The kids are in bed, there's dishes to do
Washing, ironing, paperwork too,
Children, office, housework, sometimes I find life hard
But it isn't really, not when it's compared
To my mum's, who rose up early and was never late
Lighting the coal fire that was sitting in the grate,
She then cooked breakfast on a range,
Haaven't things for me now changed.
Over the range for hours mum would slave
Cooking meals, wheras I have a microwave
And a vacuum to clean this house of mine
Mum used to beat rugs on her washing line.
I have central heating to keep the house warm
For my waking up by electric alarm
Straight into the bathroom to have a shower
With instant hot water, mum had to wait hours
For the water to boil, for her dolly tub
With its mangle, her weeks washing to scrub,
A washing machine daily, washes my clothes
What I'd do without it, heaven knows.
And only a larder and pantry had mum
No fridges, or freezers with meals ready done
Between rudding steps and range black leading,
She would always make time, for games and for reading,
My children son't bother to go out to play
They stay in their rooms, on computers all day,
I guess each generation has its 'hard times'
I suppose at the moment, this must be mine,
But, on reflection of the life my mum had
I call myself lucky, my 'hard time's' not so bad!
No laugh without tears
No calm without fears
No justice without crimes
Good times and hard times
No clean without stain
No relief without pain
Confusion breeds rhymes
Good times and hard times
No profit without cost
No found without lost
Cold winds ring the chimes
Good times and hard times
Thus I learn to rejoice
When your soft and low voice
And smile redefines
Good times and hard times
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Sometimes life is tuff get back up an kick it down
It will spin you around never knowing when you'll hit the ground
Here I stand alone thought I had friends but nun as I look around
Just me myself an I like a rock I shall be bold no edges that can fold
I new this would happen but why is it so hard to be alone
Please help me lord I can't do this on my own
Sometimes I crawl sometimes I fall always with my back towards the wall
Mom how I miss you tears of pain we all shed with loss doesn't gain
I love you my father pleas take this pain that as tonight I lay down my head
To go to bed tomorrow will approach with a better day with smiles an feelings
Like you just ask god the other day
Thanks sincerely Tim
Love
When it hits you like a ton of bricks
Wham!
You're down for the count
1.2.3...
You're up!
Your eyes rise to the sky
only to catch a falling star
for a split second
Whoosh!
Then it's gone
You walk away
beat
then you see your old buddy Jack
"Jack!"
you shout out
and he shouts back too
You go to the local coffee shop
only to find what you ran away
from
You look to your left
and in the corner
with his sometimes girlfriend
is a young punk
all dressed in black
They sit and shoot the breeze
about nothing at all
or even in particular
You walk further
and chat with the owner
about old times and good coffee
You proceed to sit
on the ragged and torn old couch
that reminds you of a couch
your parents once had back when
Kool & The Gang were cool
and whenever you heard
Earth, Wind, & Fire
it really was a celebration
Your old buddy Jack
sits along side of you
and you talk of good times
and lost loves
you'll never see again
Then all of a sudden
Whoosh!!!!
It hits your ear like a frieght train
The cool sounds of Miles Davis
trump-trump-trumpeting
like no one else can
and then you think
"You know Jack, he sounds like I feel"
and you move on to talk about
the emotion and soul of jazz
As you sip your last sip of
coffee you remember what you
were looking for
Love
That funny and mysterious thing
that everyone longs for but
few truly have
So you hit the back streets
that are all but unfamiliar to
you as a kid
and you keep searching....
You keep searching
for that crazy thing
called love
But the question remains
"Did you find it Jack?"
I wish I wasn't dissapointment
wish I wouldn't hurt them more
if I could I'd give them ointment
healing sores I caused before.
i'm supposed to be a grown up
yet down, so growing's slow
the past; I sure did grow tough
from forgetting my first home.
~little house up on the shore
~is where I learned to walk
~baby crawling on the floor
~and I'm babbling to talk.
that house did nothing good
in fact, it feeds my demon
within i'm so much good
on the out i'm disobedient.
as if i'm mad at the world
pointing fingers, holding grudges
"how could you ever do this world?"
"tell me how to rise above this!"
...it's not a black or white,
yes or no, straight answer
it's a battle; have to fight.
try and beat emotion cancer.
i can't tell if I am weak
or actually put to disadvantage
until then, i'll sleep
i love em' all behind the:
lies
hurt
drugs
theft
tricks
anger
greed
total damage and bad habits.
I felt it like the storm
I called it my trying times
During my dying time.
In rear times.
But the moon looked at me with pity
As the Sun wished it could dry my tears
By shining so brightly.
My pain wrapped itself around me
Like a blanket around a suckling child
Without her mother.
Although the stars watched over me
But couldn’t help with an antidote
For my disease.
I slept so calmly but still dancing to
the tunes coming from the forest of
my sorrows like thorns.
I felt the hotness of those tears
As they trickle down my chin
Without permission.
With both hands I tabled my problems
To the one above, for I know the storm
Would soon be over.
Right Turns Hard Times
David J Walker
Only a scooter as if
a Scooter
was just a toy
The memory disguised
as an errant thought
Brought tears of joy
To a man returning to a boy
Before he could possible
die alone at home again and again
Alone becomes his synonym for a
A European Fone
Disconnected from
a forgotten number
Written on discarded paper
Memories default into faultiness
Thoughtless defaults into
a sign of senselessness
The old the deaf and blind
Await whatever is nameless
but next
The blind man on the scooter
Stopped at the corner
perplexed
But still attempts to fit in and
Cannot comprehend
The times and how behind
He has become
The scooter turns the corner
And he is gone
Times of change vents in breezes,
whistling sorrows...but for a moment.
Pleasured diamonds shine like spring
in seasons of dull haunted misgiving.
Kindred spirits entwined together
standing against all life's battles.
A blessing here to finally see through
the horrors into a wonderful friendship.
My heart reaches out with undying love
to comfort emotional anguish inside.
Prayers sent to heavens thrown room
to bring peace back into your sweet life.
I’m sorry it took so long to write you
for sickness had settled within my body.
But know that my heart goes out to you
and loves you with all that’s within me.
Meghan Markle's
lost her sparkle
While Prince Harry
seems more wary
Old Prince Charles'
star has faded
And Princess Anne
looks quite jaded
The Royal Family
no more a fascination
Corona virus ~
our new pre-occupation