Best My Bad Poems
i hope you could make up your mind
weather im worth the risk
or maybe youre not that kind
i keep getting lost
but still ive been trying to find
why youre struggling with telling me the truth
god i was so blind
to believe that such a person like you
could be able to bind
im sorry
- kh
I have my good days and my bad days
Eros has trimmed his brows somewhat
Setting off to some far distant land in a haze
Trailing over the side of the boat his worn love-knot.
Prejudice sits quietly on my window sill
Its’ hard to forget and hard to remember
How he lit up my days so much I could fill
A cornucopia with fruits in this mild December
Now he’s definitely gone, his last plea
You’ll regret this, a net over his shoulder
I’ll leave you to your reminiscences and your tea
As you gradually grow older and older
Remember, I left you with a loving child
To gladden your heart on my return from the wild.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley 2014
My Bad Day
By Robert Austin Allison
My Bad Day
by Robert Austin Allison
Why'd you act like a fool - a total disgrace,
When you joked to me about my wife's face ?
You were laughing like it was funny,
But that's my wife - my honey !
It made me want to knock you down,
All the way to the ground .
But first you'd get a left - then a right,
Then I'd say goodnight.
As you fall to the floor
Screaming "No More - No More" !
Then I'd sit on your face,
Take a dump - Give you a taste,
Of my extremely Toxic Waste !
You made my day so much worse,
I wished you were in a hearse !
My day wasn't really going all that bad,
Just maybe feeling a little sad -
Remembering the birthday of my dad.
I can't call or visit to show him some love,
Because he lives in Heaven above.
Next time you want to run your mouth,
Make sure the "Poop" runs further south !
There isn't much more I want to say,
Except F. U. and Have A Nice Day !
Sorry about the F.U. part. I don't cuss but this is
my way of getting the point across that I was
really pee'd off. I'm not a fighter either but if I
was, this is how I'd see it being played out.
This co-worker was talking smack
about my wife and thought it was funny. Then at
lunch time he was repeating the story to someone
else and laughing about it again ! The day this
occurred was the anniversary of my Dad's passing
away. I had started trying to write a poem about my
dad but couldn't finish because of the drama. Hope
you enjoyed this poem. My other poems haven't
reached this level but it wasn't a day to mess with me.
You failed to take your Drone Control Command Kit
as you hurried off at dawn for work this early morn.
Unmindful, I mistook it for a fancy Xbox game contraption,
so commenced a match of Shock and Awe to while away the time
and with the joystick, hot and pulsing, quickly opened fire
at some evil bad-guy villains lurking down below
(nearby, a bus with random kids
confused, in fear and hiding).
Left quite a bit of childish crimson carnage flowing
on congested streets inside a city storming
somewhere…
thank goodness, very far away from here.
Please forgive me, for I think it was
your very last remaining
smart-precision missile…
yes, that pretty one you’d kept so long,
and meant to use some day to sanctify
a humble wedding-day reception…
but as you know I've always had a hang
for children's senseless macho playthings.
I'm scared of Santa
He knows who's been naughty
he know's who's been nice
It's got me kinda nervous
He knows my vice
He knows what I've been doin
And I wasn't so nice
I'm on the list
I didn't think twice
I'm startin to sweat
I'm startin to plan
I gotta get that list
before I get canned
He's got an army of reindeer
and they're all lookin for me
I've heard about this Rudoulph
He's especially mean
He has this nose
this nose that glows
Santa's gonna get me
Cookies won't help
Santa Claus is comin to town
God help me.
originally written under Janetta Harrington
bad decisions in the name of friendship
naïve but well intentioned
lessons learnt the hard way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 3, 2021for KIMO FORM OLD OR NEW contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LAFRANCE - RANKED 1ST
I've got this bad habit,
Lord knows I've tried to stop it,
But it just seems impossible,
Always getting me into trouble,
Making me do the oddest things,
Like trying to fly without wings,
Heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
Sometimes I swear with a raised hand,
To try and be a better man,
But when you walk and pass me by,
My determination tends to say goodbye,
And there I go right back to the start,
Chasing you around with a racing heart,
Coz heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
I've tried to sever all connections,
I've been to a dozen confessions,
To free me of this insane habit,
That seemingly bears no limit,
But still I lie awake all night,
Restlessly turning till the morning light,
For heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you
So you see, you're my nemesis,
To my insanity, its genesis,
Driving me through to the revelation,
That your smile to me, be my salvation,
For if not for your radiant face,
I may be without a saving grace,
Since heaven knows I can't get through,
This habit of always falling for you.
My English is a bit
What rhymes with tit
And my spelling is awful
But my grammar is worse
And my punctuation stinks
So at very best
My Poetry is
Awful tit bit's that stink
his actions will trust
what he did do and must
my bad back adjust
while I wait and wait
I had discovered my fate
make back become straight
while with so much pain
had been hard to bare the strain
did drive me insane
suffered with much grief
which was found in my belief
God gave me relief
must have to admit
my posture did deposit
now I always sit
while I realize
had been to my big surprise
be sure to exercise
arrived home at last
after I heard his forecast
will be in the past
She was a bad dream. She was the kind that made you vulnerable, even on your own turf. She was the beautiful wave that came sailing across the ocean uninhibited, for miles and miles, and then comes crashing into YOU, The Shore.
Such a combination of sand and water only can make one thing, MUD.
"Mis-Understood Devotion." And that is the glass that these types of things CANNOT SHATTER. There is a realization that there IS a connection. There is the realization that the connection is NOT NOW. But there is STILL the REALIZATION... And the realization is LOVE. Across all bounds, all matter, all time, space, events and thoughts.... And it's in this light that I feel...and I visualize, and that I wonder about this faith that I KNOW so much I have...
And realize that you have already had your bearing upon me, you have had that feather touch, that one saying that I would always remember, again... and again... and AGAIN...
"Would you like to dance?"...
And I would whisper...
"It would be my pleasure..."
I thought that u were there for me
i realized i was wrong
i thought that u were everything
but that everything is gone
u yelled and screamed
u hit the wall
u said u couldnt live
i cryed and watch
sat through it all
and rocked our child to sleep
baby needs his daddy now
where ever could he be
mama cant stop crying
and everyone leaves
u werent worth
the pain i suffered
u werent worth
the lies i used as cover
i thought u were my heart
but u were just a really bad dream
i dont understand
why u all of a sudden
became a different man
ur calls will get rejected
and i will not deal with ur tears
that was gone a long time ago
a wasted past four years
u cry and say i love u
then scream streight in my face
u cant control urself latley,
and neither can i
so here we are
gone
My Bad Dream
when he looks at me he sees nothing
feels nothing
I'm not even on the level of a friend
he gives his dog more affection
and yet I kept going back for more
until one day everything changed
I looked around and realized
he takes my love for granted
and he isn't ever going to change
because I've given him no reason to
he offers me nothing and yet -
I stuck around
there is no future, no promise, no love
only boxes strewn on the floor
still bearing the gifts I gave him inside
a fantasy relationship built out of dreams and only one-sided
my hope, my love, given to a thought with a name
and when he rejects me one last time
I decide it's time to let him go
he was never even mine to begin with
or did any of this exist at all
maybe he was only my own bad dream
I apologize,
For all the pain you caused me.
I should have not cared.
Accept this rare and actual gesture I honestly mean,
My amends I direct towards the one who is unseen.
No more will my hatred be directed specifically at you,
I never offer this unless I deem it honest and true.
All I have to say is *I'm Sorry* no longer will I take it out on you.
I realize that it's not your fault that I finally got a clue.
Never can I just live the hidden lie,
Ignor the strength of my words that some will deny.
You shouldn't hate this poetry, it's where my words excell,
Within this framework of artistry i cast and control the spell,
So if you cannot handle words that i write,
Then so mote it be I'll accept your smite.
Don't take it so personal the compositions I create,
Yours truly and forever in eternal blasphmate.
your were ok
i must say
good friends
or very thin
so i have to do this
put some on my
BAD LIST