Best Nerve Racking Poems
Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup, with glory at stake,
Sweden against the U.S., hearts ready to quake.
Regulation played out, With a nil-nil score,
Both teams gave their all. Their spirits never wore.
The tension in the air—as the clock ticked away.
The crowd held their breaths, in anticipation that day.
Extra time was granted to break the deadlock.
True, a win was staked—each side stood headlock.
The strain grows as there are no goals to be found.
As the clock started to tick away the time abound.
The shootout with penalties—to pick the winner.
In the greatest nerve-racking way feasible spinner
The U.S. stepped up, with confidence and might,
But fate had a different design, on this fateful night.
Three missed kicks—In the realm of soccer fights,
Sealed the U.S.'s fate, In a moment so tight.
Kudos to Musovic—and the Blue and Yellow,
For their resilience and skill, in a match so mellow.
In the realm of soccer, Where dreams bear flight,
This game will forever be a testament to their might.
The Women World Cup—a stage of pure thrill,
Where nations unite, with a passion that is real.
Though the U.S. may have faltered, In this battle so grand,
Their journey won't cease here—their legacy will still stand.
In the realm of soccer, It's not just around the score,
But the heart and grit, retain us coming back for more.
So let us celebrate the triumphs and the falls,
The beauty of the game captures us all.
In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
We witness moments of glory—battles fought with might.
Congratulations to Sweden—their win was sweet
All dreams in the field of soccer start at the feet.
A stage was built up, gleaming in the spotlight.
The Women's World Cup—the stakes are right.
Categories:
nerve racking, america, analogy, appreciation, soccer,
Form:
Rhyme
Life is a playground, the fun never ends.
Not a care in the world, just run around with your friends.
Doodling on the walls
Playing house with your dolls.
Chasing boys around with cooties
But only those you think are cuties.
A scraped knee covered with a Hello Kitty band aid.
“There’s no monster under your bed, don’t be afraid”
Said Daddy, after a bedtime story.
Suddenly you realize- Dad’s jokes are getting too corny.
Life is an avalanche, no one understands.
Why does nobody get your obsession with this boy band?
Mom is too naggy
Your classmate is too braggy.
Chasing deadlines for essays due weeks ago
Procrastinating,contemplating; you’ve hit an all time low
You’re hungry, but you’re fat.
Each week there’s a new pimple to pick at
“I think he likes you,” whispers your friend.
But you know he only likes you for your backend.
Suddenly, you realize- you’re no longer updated with the latest trends.
Life is an overflowing agenda, it’s nerve racking
Responsibilities and bills just keep stacking.
The baby’s awake at two am again
You blink once, and suddenly he’s ten.
Now you’re Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter bunny all rolled into one
Did you really just make that lame pun?
You realize that you sound just like Mom.
When your son brings home a girl, it’s hard to remain calm.
Your husband finds a gray hair on you
And you can’t help but feel a bit blue.
Suddenly, you realize- you’re sitting at your baby’s wedding pew.
Life is a daydream, you reminisce about the past.
How long did eighty years really last?
Sour moods and achy bones
The children moved out, you are now alone.
Open a photo album, look and see.
“Wow, was that really me?”
The fireplace crackles, the rocking chair creaks
You sit your granddaughter on your lap and pinch her cheeks.
“I had pigtails just like you when I was your age”
Suddenly, you realize- it is now your time to exit the stage.
Categories:
nerve racking, age, granddaughter, identity, life,
Form:
There was a woodpecker whacking,
Continuous sound nerve-racking.
Distressed in the mind,
Making my teeth grind,
Tap-tapping will send me packing.
Standing outside, I clapped my hands,
Sending him off to no-man's land.
But no, he just sat,
And started to tap.
His tapping, how will I withstand?
For Poet Destroyer's contest, 'Silly (Funny)'
Categories:
nerve racking, bird, humor,
Form:
Limerick
It's hard to see a young
unarmed man die in the
hands of the police...
Doesn't matter what
color of your skin is,
or if he's a criminal
or not.
If he's not holding up
a gun, then shooting
him to death is murder.
I understand being
a cop is dangerous,
nerve racking.
Gotta make split
second decisions...
But if this is your job
description, then you
have to uphold the law
the way you were sworn
to do.
Not take the law into your
own hands for a personal
vendetta...
Cause he got away,
or didn't answer your
questions like you
wanted him to do.
I got a question to
ask you ?
Were you bullied in
school, now you're
all grown up...
And decided to be
a cop, and take all
your angry out on
whoever you feel
disrespected you.
Cause if so,
it's only gonna
get worse.
I only speak of law
enforcement officers
who abuse their authority,
a few bad seeds doesn't
kill a tree...
There's plenty of hard
working, caring, respectful
officers out there.
Don't judge them all
for the actions of a few.
For civilians and law
enforcement to eventually
get along, they have to
learn to respect each
other...
Before it gets worse.
How can we police
the world, if we can't
police our own here
back home.
RIP Michael Brown
Written by: Poet Shi
Categories:
nerve racking, abuse, tribute,
Form:
Bio
You have to love them to sift their latrine,
The uric fragrance burning your nose and eyes
As you render their special place fresh and clean--
One of them watches, impatient, and sighs.
You have to be ready for sleep-rending howls
When one recovers his ragged cloth ball--
At twelve or two--shaking it with feral growls,
Boasting his prey up and down the hall.
You must be attentive--even at four--
If bowls are empty and bellies not full:
Rude rattling and scratching on the bedroom door
Has such a hypnotic, nerve-racking pull.
How apt the pharaohs decreed them divine,
While litter-box slaves were treated like swine.
Categories:
nerve racking, cat, funny,
Form:
Sonnet
You haunt me, constantly
twisting my dreams into nightmares, and
nerve-racking my mind at the sight of pampers.
Approaching forty, mother of none:
why couldn’t I give birth to more than a hope?
Happily single, despite what you say, without
dealing with a kid who’ll only grow to hate me,
the crumb-snatcher taking from my plans and pay,
but....
I’m so damn lonely and you know it.
You,
you with your what-ifs and would’ve-could’ve-should’ves,
not allowing me to soundly sleep,
making me carry that weight,
with a life as empty as my womb,
tormented
by immoral choices that
stopped your possibilities.
I can only
now say:
“Mommy’s sorry.”
Categories:
nerve racking, baby, depression, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
-Time's a ticking, minutes pass by.
It's hindering my psychic, I do fear.
A blip, a word, two, then three words leak out-
Raining on my windowpanes,
-A brain hiccup, come on Connie, think-think,
Nerve-racking this 5 minute poem, but wait, flowing again-
Sweetly serenading me to sleep,
And washing this troubled day away.
Lighting strike, rumble, boom, crash,
-No more loose thoughts tumbling out.
My brain has downshifted to a lower IQ.
Challenged and frustrated with this timed poem.
05/14/2013
For contest, '5 Minute Challenge'
Categories:
nerve racking, feelings, poetry, words, writing,
Form:
Free verse
I need an ocean to compel my summer night. I need to be here in this dimension. I need an unequivocal force to move me. I am shaking. This is compelling. This universe is not quite multidimensional but here we are. He is forceful. I need his poetry with spoiled endings and his love - ("rigged symmetry"). This is nerve-racking. This particular memory of an ordinary summer night makes me nervous - and makes me need him. I am frightened. I need him. I need his heart as cold as December. I need last December.
Categories:
nerve racking, emotions, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Surgery is always nerve racking deal
Under the anesthesia and knife
Putting another in control
Life laid into their hands
Upon their skill depend
Human emotions
Over load mind
Anxiety
Afraid
Fear
Trust
Settle
Peace control
God is in charge
Heaven is my home
Thank you God for comfort
A sweet peace now speaks to me
Now a deep settled unity
May His sweet presence fill me full up
Let His sweet perfume my cup overflow
Written: September 12, 2014
Categories:
nerve racking, emotions,
Form:
Etheree
Angst
Nerve-racking
Intensifying stressful tensions
Anguished, worrisome, troubling, sorrowful
Fretfulness
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Cinquain
Categories:
nerve racking, angst
Form:
Cinquain
Meeting new people (I'm a cheerful boy, used as a useless toy and
getting stepped on like a mat)
Could be counted as a joy
It makes my heart thump (with joy - I catch the rat by the tail...I'm the
satisfied, fluffy cat)
Meeting some strangers (on my own...)
Could be nerve-racking at times (don't associate with strangers, Davey)
It makes...my mind shout (mInD-bLoWn)
I counsel strangers (unlike the rest...my self-esteem won't rot)
But, I get out of my shell
I speak my weird mind (trying to encourage them with my best shot)
Categories:
nerve racking, appreciation, deep, funny, happiness,
Form:
Verse
Not very humble but I dare say out loud -
There is something about me of which I’m proud.
That’s not what I asked for, much less than I sought -
Iron clad patience I was patently taught.
So much by my parents, more so by my friends,
A lot by my husbands through break ups and mends.
I considered I was quite well equipped til
My girls, taking over the throne, bent my will.
I, from that fresh irreversible point on
Participated in patience marathon.
Note, that in that blind-sided, nerve-racking run
In full compliance I was the only one.
The first lesson taught in a blink of an eye -
Life was neither ‘bout me, nor myself, nor I.
A brand new concept was born - “at any price”,
Under sophisticated name “sacrifice”.
(And no, no compromise)
While braiding hair and cuddling I had no clue,
Grownup daughters’ ups and downs would be mine too.
Three of them, plus me, plus hectic hormones’ kick -
Ride to hell and back, never mind thin and thick.
Long run didn’t run out of patience punning -
My girls grew up and I grew old - still running!
P.S.
Patience paid off, it excelled with my offspring -
Now my grandkids get away with everything!
March 23, 2023
Sponsor: Jaymee Thomas
Contest: Expertise
Categories:
nerve racking, children, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Nerve-racking fearsome,
Confrontation embrace them,
Alter changes facing.
Written: 10/18/15
Categories:
nerve racking, change, poetry,
Form:
Haiku
Mesmerizing. Fierce fully aggravating.
Sinfully off this guard
Narrowly beyond tracks
Heart-aching, credit-crunching.
Stomach-turning, memory-converging.
Temperance.
Control. Mind-bugging soul
Cracks, strokes, tears, burns
The butterflies churn
Nerve-racking. Emotion-bedazzling
Ambience comely.
Done. No more.
Appetite so ended
Thoughts and ways never blended
Sharp. Frail. Obscure.
Gross. Beguiled. Unsure.
Lack-luster, deafening throbs
Shocked!
Spun. Tossed. Tangled. Wrinkled.
Lofty – nay, ever sinking.
Gully-deep, well-emptied
Blanked!
Completely darkened.
Sore. Wrecked. Crowded.
Dead sounds chanting
Coarse noise gallivanting
Bereaved from ***** trials
Saddened from down-turned madness
Torn.
Debunked, dislodged from gaiety
Misconstrued from onset.
Shallow. Fallen. Hopeless.
Sure,
For the very last of time.
Categories:
nerve racking, depression
Form:
Free verse
Oh no, I wasn't watching the bed side clock.
My husband is home and he has a Glock.
Quick, out the window, my sweet dark night.
If he sees you, then he'll be ready to fight.
He cannot know about this steamy love affair.
Oh watch out for the clothesline out there....
......He's walking down the hall, I hear him call
......I'll hurry out the door, I don't want to brawl.
....."where is my dinner, the house is in shambles"
.....I just think of you and not all his rambles.
.....I glance at the clock not wanting to leave.
....For a full day of passion I want to receive.
But hush now my love, you don't want to stay
If he comes in here, you won't get away.
We can meet up tomorrow at the old factory.
Where no one can see us and we can just be.
Now is not the time to be brave and strong.
So put on your pants and move on along.
....But I love you my sweet, I just want to stay.
....I will love you forever, like him I won't stray.
...We meet at the factory and I take your hand.
....Making love for hours, oh this is so grand.
...My sweetest of darlings I must confess
...I did something terrible, I'm in quite a mess.
What is it my love, why do you look at me that way
Tell me quickly, say what you need to say.
Oh the fear that is gathering in my heart.
This is all so nerve racking it is tearing me apart.
How did I end up in a scenario so confusing?
Tell me quickly what am I losing?
....I followed your husband when he went to work.
...I told him of us and he went berserk.
....He pulled out his gun and pointed it at me.
....But I had one too, so no you will see.
....I shot him first and had left him to die.
....I'm sorry darling, please don't you cry.
Oh well in that case let me give you some assurance
We had him covered for full life insurance.
Just one more question before we are done,
how many more bullets do you have in your gun?
Cause you weren't the only one creeping through my window,
and I've got insurance on you all, just so you know...
05-07-2014
Co-written by Tim Smith and Casarah Nance.
Categories:
nerve racking, lust,
Form:
Rhyme