Best Quiting Poems
At times, life's dares can be very tough
Betwixt our existence and His plans
Circumtances may arise anytime
Doubts in our faith are at stake
Everything seems so hard and harsh
Friends are turning their back on us
God seems sleeping and not around
Helping hands are hard to perceive
Intelligence and reasoning are of no use
Jealousy to others fate is often an end
Knowing oneself is the key to this nightmare
Learning to understand this situation
Motivates us to continue living life
No more heartaches and pains
Over these misfortunes is hope
Praying that one day this shall pass
Quiting is not the answer but stead
Rest asured that we must keep on moving
Setting our target and life's goal
Towards a happy and satisfied stay
Unexpected scenarios should be welcomed
Values must be kept and treasured
Worries and doubts be neglected
Xercise a positive attitude towards all
Yes to His plan for us and abide
Zeal for a happy and satisfied life begins
Babysitting bloody goats,
Babysitting bloody goats,
Baaaa baaaa twinkletoes has notes,
Trying to get some bloody sleep,
Sounds like a rabid rancid sheep,
a lonesome goat, you know it,
wheres that bloody clive a sitting,
climbing screen doors, its not quiting,
Sue heard one on the ole tin roof,
twinkle toes tap tap 2 do it?
Blaurgggggght says the nanny goat,
Crazy bludger's tunes out of note,
Drops poor ole Johnson in it?
Ferret dog emasculated,
Banged and thumped and castigated,
Head butted by 2 nannies sure,
Doesn’t want it any more,
Sidestepping Ferret voted!
Waiting for ole Clive to come,
With the red van goats do hum,
Head butting ole screen door,
Blaurgh where are you clive, whaffor?
Goat chops for tweededum,
Cant eat your mates they hum,
Be quiet my moral core,
They won….Don Johnson
https://www.facebook.com/don.johnson.
79219/posts/10203114820445074?comment_
id=10203114886406723&offset=0&total_comments=7
Adolescent apparitions aquiring apathy.
Beaten bloody, broken, battered belligerently.
Crystal clear causes craving compassion consistantly.
Domimating demons drive desire diligently.
Even emitting echos escape everyones empathy.
Forgeting fatalities frantically follow fiends.
Generally generating graditude gracegully.
Halos hover hypcritical heads hypothetically.
Insolence, ignorance, imbecilic inconsistanties.
Judging juvenal jailbait joyusly, jokingly.
Killing kidness, kidnapping kidlike kings.
Losing leverage, life losing legability.
Man made mongrels, making me more menacingly.
Neurologic nights not needed normally.
Opposing open optimistic opportunities.
Picture perfect prizes, patronized pathetically
Queens quit quickly, quiting quite quietly.
Raging riots, rights read repeatedly
Strategically striking systematic serenity.
Tactical tarrifs terminated typically, thoroughly
Unread universes underestimated universally
Versatile villgers vacated vicously
World wide warfare, wrathful, who's winning?
X-negotiating
Zapping zillions zelously.
"Alcohol does not solve any problems but again, neither does milk" anonymous
Only my family finds this being the best line anyone ever came up with, we've laughed a lot about it
I have laughed about it
Only my family will joke of The drink and give it respect at the same time
Only my family, because I am the only family I know of that well
But let me flip the coin, and see the other side
I have an uncle who died of alcoholism and sadly his sons follow the same path
Of my four brothers, only one doesn't drink
One has mental illness and tends to mix the drugs together (you know, alcohol plus his prescriptions)
Everyday he is always "quiting"
Or my other brother who has been in trouble with the law because of The drink
Or my other brother who can drink from Sunday to Saturday, from day to night
This one has become a regular pick up from ditches
Or my youngest sister. She has the best spirit. She loves fun. Her idea of fun usually entails The drink
Sadly I've noticed the tremors in her hands
Or my other sister and i. Me and her are what I call closeted drinkers.
We do it openly only after analysing the surrounding and those with us
We have it more tamed, I guess it's because we are mothers
Or my dad. He doesn't drink. I have never seen him drink. My brothers always brag of how he used to drink alot and how sometimes he will take them with him to his drinking endeavours
My mother only talks of those days with horror
But he quit, became born again in time for i and my sisters births
Am glad I never saw him that way, because maybe I'd be a different woman today
Maybe I should flip the coin again
And stop being such a Debbie downer
Maybe on this cold Friday night,
I need to get myself a pack of woodstock beer to sleep too
After the day I had I could care less
Being sad is all I wish to do tonight
Confetti in crowds makes me stressed
Dear Lord, I wish we could reunite
Everyone left to hang out downtown
Friends no more because I do not drink
Going to bed as they watch the countdown
How long until these memories go extinct?
If only I had a moment to spend with you
Joke and laugh and remember our yesterday's
Karen, please visit and lend me a tissue
Lonely me just needs to know if you're ok
Mad at you for taking on the whole world
New Year's Eve you killed yourself
Opportunities you could never afford
Praying constantly for your mental health
Quiting while living and dying in vain
Regret swallowed you like a tornado
Sadness has left bleeding tears that stain
Treacherous lava from your volcano
Using and drinking became your hell
Violent outbursts in the family room
Walking alone and drunk you fell
Xanax was eventually your doom
You need to know how sorry I am
Zero smiles because of Karen JoAnn
Date Written: December 31, 2015
For the contest: Contest Forms-A
Sponsor: Broken Wings
down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair
My nights just day without light
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay
with frustrations; a daily dose
Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known frustrations
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory
sparking memories of a once promising future
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary
a generational inspiration;
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under
To misery-filled life where
The thought of hope is bare
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life
Make no doubt, it was not something just given.
This good life that I am now livin’
It is one that I have earned.
Mostly through the hardest lessons learned.
Worked from daylight to dusk,
And at night rocked cryin’ babies who fussed.
Done things I didn’t know I could do.
Somehow we always managed to get through.
I’ve poured out my heart and tears,
Kissing their heads and quiting their fears.
I’ve poured out my own blood and sweat.
I’ve worried, stressed and fret.
Spent sleepless nights over a sick baby’s bed.
Rocking her and stroking her head.
Busted my butt, and broke my back
To get a step ahead and pick up the slack.
And I’m trying to show them the way,
One gets mad and the other whines.
But you fit it in between dinnertime and deadlines.
And so you see, it runneth over my cup.
The laundry and dishes, pile up.
Trying to make ends meet, it’s just day to day.
Getting it all done, you just find a way.
But it’s far better than the life I had.
They are a little ungrateful, but I guess I’m glad.
They’ve never been with out a coat,
Despite the whinning of it’s so cold.
And no they have never eaten food that
They had stoled. No, they have never even
Missed a meal, true hunger they will never
Feel. No they don’t know how good
They have it, it is true.
And I pray to God they never do!
Sarah Comstock
12/12/10
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
After God I fear women
Yet I bless her majesty
The queen of creation
I call on thee
Am pleading for her patience
Am asking for her mercy upon men
Cos the days are becoming shorter
The men don't last no more
We either live to please
Or die with old illness
Our respect are valued
on the weight of our wallet
Despite the love we give
Yet most times
We can't avoid to be stabbed
From same source we chose
To care and feel loved
The world is turning around
The men are quiting their relationship
On daily bases
Alot of us are confused till date
Despite we chose to cover our grieves
Does not mean it doesn't exist
So I call on her majesty's
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
No woman no cry
Indeed alot of men are full
Of just their Shadows
Is sad how it leaves them in the dark
And get back when they catch the light
Our young men are largely growing
Up by single parent
Families don't last no more
Alot of stubborn hearten women
Out there world wide
Despite the few good ones are not
Enough numbers to contain men
So if you are blessed by her majesty
Be sure to live happily longer
In a dying world
So I plead to the queen
I ask for her mercy
I ask her to forgive the sins of men
And bless the world with
Enough good and royal women
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
Note
This epic poetry
Is never for any damages or curse for violence
Is never a hate on women
We need the families together
To build our world stronger
For the future generation
The men need real love
The young man needs a father at home
Not outside with another woman
Let all of us remember no matter
What we do that the young needs to grow
And be nurtured by the best of our adult ability
Richard Nnoli.....
This game of killing is no longer
Safe in our heart of hearts.
This game of looting is no longer safe to
Hear in our society, change and change!!
We no longer dream of disposing innocent
Babies in the heaped dustbin in the street.
We are tired of lobbying and craving for our own
Selfish pocket when others are hungry and sad.
We are quiting from backbiting and bribery because
The eyes of the people are now on us breaking us.
We are sick of looking at the poor spread out in the streets because they seek help and future.
Help us find a way, this game is no long safe with us.
Tell those unfriendly friend that enough is enough,
Those who conquers, defeat and caged our soul
With evil that we can't come out from that the game, it is over between us, we can't continue with this.
Look not at us, emissaries of destruction; we are blind with the work you gave to us in the darkness.
You are giving us reasons to frown and brown,
This game of corruption is no long safe in our hands.
Enough is enough of this "Yes sir" always!
Give us freedom to breath and bright!
Enough of this baberic act against our own people!
You that wears smile as if you are happy with us,
We are leaving this game to your dead hands.
You that rape our dignity and give us sorrow;
This game is no longer safe in our righteous hands.
We are breaking away, we are calling it quit now!
You that empty our stomachs to feed yours;
We can't do this job again, our conscience is against us.
For the person on a health kick
who's eating healthy food.
Just by asking how they started
you could never quite conclude.
For the reasons still unknown
where the opposite is true.
Instead of starting good food,
quiting bad food's what you'll do.
For bad food's very plenty
and good food's very rare.
That when skipping all the bad foods
very few foods do you bare.
For few things make it easy
to choose what you will eat.
And a panic's not as likely
as to force you to retreat.
For this story has a moral.
Not to fear the change in food.
But to learn what food is healthy
just by what you can exclude.
All thought my head
Beatings from the night before
Cuttings on my wrist from before
Doodling Art through my skin
Even though its not enough
Fire speading up my wirst
Gotta go ahead
Head from the top
In hectic thoughts
Just the same from the night before
Kicking and thrashing in store tonight
Lying almost lifeless on the floor
Moving hardly from the pain
Never knew what life is for
Out casted from the rest
People cant help me, I'm too far broken
Quiting cuttings never coming
Resting in a shallow abyss
Sending signals of dying
Though my tears never coming
Under a great depression
Venturing in a mind state like never before
Why is my life like this?
Xtra questions never answered
Yearing for a new beginning
Zzzz... Finally an escape complete
Life is a journey with many different paths
Love is one such path that everyone likes the glory of walking on
Love's path is full of thorns,hurdles and barriers that prevent many from travelling such path
Another path in life is success very few take that right turn
Success is the joy of not quiting
Stoplights fill this path
The ability to keep going despite stoplights is called determination
There are many road to life but the most joyous road to me is the one that leads to everlasting life
And the most important rules of this path is faith, salvation and the fear of the Lord and the willingness to keep his commandments
Learning to quit
Quiting the distractions
The obsessions
Need to bring everything under control
Looking for new perspective
New life habits
New ways of thinking and being
Being open to anything
Listening for a change in heart
A change in languange, a change in expression
Breaking habits isn't easy, but necessary
Breaking down the trap door
Breaking the confinement, opening new parts of me
Amazed at what come to mind, curious things I hear
Glad for a change of routine, a new routine
Trying to build, trying to grow
Use the right tools, the tools inside
Liberating my life from what its been
Leaving it all behind
Not forgetting, but remembering and changing because of it
Changing for my future, for my dreams
Creating new dreams
Grateful for everything
Grateful for pain, for challenge
Grateful for the truths that hurt, but help us grow
Singing new songs, new melodies
Letting go of monotomy
Determined to finish what I start
To talk the fear to a murmur
So I can enjoy the moment, the present
To live a life of reflection, wonder and mystery
To be amazed by the smallest thing
To celebrate life, flesh and blood
To lessons learn, friends, and possibilities
To make the best in everything
To remember attitude is everything
To stand up for what is right, true, and real
To study with joy and amazement
Cheering for everyone's success
Praying for change in myself
A change so profound that it knocks the wind out of me
That causes me to rethink everything
I've ever known
I've ever known
I have always wanted to be a grown up
I thought it was 100 percent easy
But it turns out I was wrong , I am not sure
Yet but I have an uneasy feeling about this.
Highschool has been a rollercoaster ride
It was fun but sometimes it was painful,
There were times when I felt like quiting
And times when I felt like staying forever.
Now am about to finish highschool and
I am somehow confused as to what is next
What am I going to do with my life next year?
I am more than confused really
Back in my mind I am starting to realise
That being an adult is not as easy as I
Imagined it to be , next year I will be
On my own it seems , god be with me .
Is the sky beginning to clear
Are these past years of heavy deluge ready to be washed away
Will a Normal life be finally presented to me
It is dark and Gray in my World of Today
Negative pessimism that continues to Stay
Once,the Light was clear and Magical
Pointing the way toward a Path less tragical
It guided me forward to a Destiny befitting
but,alas..I am walking toward the darkness and quiting
Nobody from around these Parts knows my Name
Why can the best of both worlds be mine-
without the fortune or her Fame?
Negative Feedback is mostly coming from my Brain
Well accustomed to our Fire as well as the rain
35 yrs of the -HIT hitting the fan
Trying to accomplish the best that I can
Still,though..Life's manure still hits me in the mouth
Lonely plus Battered,
The only Road that I haven't yet tried is pointing South
Mother lost me when the 13th year became an unlucky number
Foes of the meek & timid
Mock this Face whereever it may Smile or convey
Just some silly words,within the sound of my voice
TODAY
Growing up in the 80's
Reaching Adulthood iof the 90's
and finally,
the advancing seasons of this millienium
Who knows when the Silver Lining will be Mine
Frustrated and saddened by the World out there,unkind
Does the Lord desire to lift this Heavy Veil that I view
Every so often,my Moment may be Due
Again,I fear,though..
the Shadow of Dread
People who exclaim:HEY BUDDY,-UCK YOU!!
And nothingness returns
To taunt the Misery still within my head
I HOPE NOT..
Living is better than killing one self DEAD!