Best Shut Down Poems
I shut down and die each night.
I do not want to entertain anyone.
I do not want to hear my name.
I do not want to fix supper.
I shut down and die each night.
Spending my evening in my zippered zebra pajamas
And fluffy socks that do not have to match.
I pick up the remote and two I-pads and I sit in a stupor
Dead as the wall, the floor, the carpet, anything in the room.
I die the second I jump into my pajamas.
My phone goes off, and I am incognito, inaccessible, and dead.
My husband annoys me sometimes.
"Someone is calling you."
He used to answer my phone.
He has learned.
This is a dumb thing to do.
I will not be coaxed, coerced, or guilt-ed into anything I do
Not want to do.
I am dead, in my Lazy-Girl chair, clicking aimlessly through TV
shows I am not watching. I am dead to you, and me, and him
and everyone else. I die every night. It is how I can face the next day at work.
Categories:
shut down, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
On asphalt, wet with blood and sweat (down streets with no address),
there lay a man, snuffed by the Man and left to evanesce.
The Man then strode along the road and smiled at his success
and, cavalier, he bought a beer, sat down to decompress.
A life was gone, but day wore on, the sun awash in heat –
the riddled head no longer bled, concealed beneath a sheet,
and passers-by began to cry, were sobbing indiscreet’,
while holy bells in distant hells began to moan and bleat.
In heaven's eyes (no one denies) due process is decreed,
but down below, where burdens flow, it rarely can succeed
and certainly not for those distraught, benighted in their need,
so Men in blue (you know the crew) thought nothing of the deed.
Though just eighteen, a little green (was still his mama's son!),
adored by all, but left to sprawl in webs of hate, undone,
the youth was shot and left to rot, but never held a gun,
so people cried and wondered why'd the evil deed been done.
The sheriff said "forget the dead, his crime was black as slate"
and in the rush to hush and shush, he hissed "I'll tell you straight,
that boy, today, was on his way to rendezvous with fate,
so now you know – I gotta go, it's gettin' kinda late".
Not satisfied with those who'd lied, some took to fill the streets
with peaceful cries neath blackened skies, were paid with clubbed retreats,
cruel gas cascades and stun grenades, then days in jailhouse suites –
though curfew's on from dusk till dawn, each night this scene repeats.
With exits barred, in came the Guard to rumble and repress,
for people stray both night and day in search of some redress.
The city's scarred, the houses charred, the locals in distress –
with cut or bruise, they still refuse to kneel or acquiesce.
So choppers fly above the sky with whirling, twirling blades
and drones in flight within the night erase the renegades.
The tarot cards and crystal shards reveal the masquerades –
the beating parts of diamonds’ hearts forever club the spades.
Now puppet Pols are making calls and acting out charades
(like shouting loud within the crowd, and marching in parades),
while underneath, where lies a wreath, the hope for justice fades.
Yet, freedom waits behind the gates, beyond the barricades.
25 Aug 2014
Categories:
shut down, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
He looks so forlorn
Always reading, always, now
Rarely looking up
In his night reaching
He skims over my surface
Touching what he wants
Protecting my heart
I curl up, hiding again
He begs to come in
I want the feelings
They are no where to be found
Tucked into corners
Categories:
shut down, husband
Form:
Haiku
Will the Government Shut Down?
By Elton Camp
In March, the federal government may shut down?
Such a thing certainly has an extremely scary sound
So does that mean that chaos will reign in the street?
That the nation’s enemies nobody is around to defeat?
But from past government shutdowns it is readily seen
That words mean only what you choose them to mean
Of two million federal workers, about half would be out
The essential government agencies to work will be about
Uncle Sam will still cough up your Social Security check
The FBI and Border Patrol will operate so what the heck?
The food inspection, air traffic control, mail and Medicare
You can be sure all of these usual services will still be there
But to visitors, every one of the National Parks will close
Museum tours, veterans’ claims, passports, none of those
Any tax refund from the Internal Revenue will have to wait
But they’ll still take time to process payments, sure as fate
To most federal workers, the shutdown won’t be consequential
Except to the egos of those who find their jobs aren’t essential
So will the federal government shut down like it has before?
To have that happen, the president and congress both abhor
Categories:
shut down, on work and working
Form:
Rhyme
Well ... okay,
computered enough for today.
Too long in the Captcha box
so its best to Shut Down,
Log Off,
exit right,
don't get left ...
behind.
Shut down.
Well, its nicer than Shut Up.
Still, the finality
has a tomb-like quality
and there just might be
other choices, like
"Ta, ta."
"See you later, sweetie."
or how about,
"You all come back now, ya hear?"
Yawn.
End Task
with No Other Message To View
so its click to you
and, we're shutting down now.
Categories:
shut down, computer-internet
Form:
Free verse
Government (show) Shut Down December 2018
Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal
bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel,
where Native Americans
showed deadly steel
against cocksure doodling
haughtiness didst conceal
Yankee sited in cross hairs,
who got comeuppance,
whence his notorious
reputation did never heal,
thus markedly high light
ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might
whooped, undermined, and
served just desserts,
when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne,
and Arapaho tribes did unite
defending their turf against
7th Cavalry Regiment of the
United States, mauled as bloody sight,
which justified comeuppance,
and whipped up white
settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite
combustible material showing
no mercy toward "red men"
unleashing brutal, short
and nasty genocidal spite
long a tragic footnote in history
proves tummy at hefty price
that present swaggering presidential chieftain
more'n halfway thru administration thrice
occasions brought third "shut down"
(the first time in more than 40 years)
during his opprobrious term,
now got meted "no dice"
cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked,
and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E.
suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics
unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice
sensed to shame, name and blame Congress
i.e. as he thrust forward power,
and hood did launch
bully tactics doth evince,
how he does not play "nice"
demanding five billion dollars for
pet project wall barring Mexicans
(and other asylum seekers south
of the border) did not entice
unanimous concurrence thus sets device
sieve ness roundly shows
Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!
Categories:
shut down, america, anger, anxiety, grief,
Form:
Free verse
She always longs to run
even when baffled by the
destination.
In this jumbled playpen,
each moment of elation
surrenders reciprocal torment,
since the blight of Cain
taunts with violence
to cripple all phantoms
of devotion.
The system has encountered
a critical error in the flutter
of energies bitterly wrangled
until each particle seethes
to reboot, to cleanse
human manipulation
from the code
of all matter.
That one dot of doubt
infects to corrupt our gelatin
of hollow atoms once flexed to
fill our illusion with splendor
of touch
before yielding
one last, hissing
bolt of static.
Categories:
shut down, life, passion
Form:
Free verse
Am I still a Princess if I don't feel like one?
Confidence for blood
Which now has run dry, nearly gone
Can't tell which I dislike more,
Myself or these mirrors
Is there really an answer I am searching for?
So Princess Xia needs to shut down
Just for awhile
And take off this crown
That beauty which I once saw
Were all illusions in my head
In truth, its all a flaw
These hundreds of writes which I said were poetic
Are just words stringed together
It's all pathetic
I am no royalty
Not a princess for sure
Just plain me
Maybe I deserve a slap across the face
For chasing these wishes
Which were out of place
Not all wishes are meant to be caught
Some remain just that, wishes
That's what I have been taught
This is me
Riding the slope into depression
Becoming its detainee
Categories:
shut down, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Creating the fumes of anger
vicious claws gripping inside me.
Desperation to conquer,
battling to control me.
It wants out to influence
the world that's around me.
And I won't let it... will I let it?
A screaming soul caused by the slashing,
only to be muffled by my concealing.
I shut it out, I shut down.
And if I don't feel at that moment,
nothing has the power to dominate me.
So I shut down, I shut down.
A sort of relief in its silence,
fought back with my claim of defiance.
Yet, its just a claim... only a claim.
And if you happen to ask me,
and if you happen to be concerning,
I'll shut down, I'll shut down.
Categories:
shut down, anger,
Form:
Rhyme
If only love happened round the world
That would be a pretty slow news day
Actually CNN would have to shut down
No “JUST IN” bulletins, per se
Weather reports predict nothing but sunshine
Temperatures high in the 80s
People goin' round wearing dirty big grins
Things all coming up daisies
Wake up, wake up, my real good friends
Time to rise and start your day
Don't try watching the morning news
CNN has shut down they say
No point in broadcasting only good news
Boring and humdrum for sure
Imagine watching nothing but jubilation
It would sure bore one to the core
Wake up, wake up, my good friend Jack
Seems you were having too good a time
You had a great big smile on your kisser
If only real life was so sublime
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
shut down, friendship, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Dormant Volcanoes
Do not shut down forever
But make their wait's worth
Categories:
shut down, anxiety, depression, desire, encouraging,
Form:
Haiku
Another sleepless night
and the shadows even refuse to talk to me anymore.
When shadows lose interest, what's left?
Just the sound of my own voice
echoing off these four walls.
My ears have blocked me from my own thoughts.
Nothing but numbness.
I recoil to that faraway cave,
where I would hide as a child;
When the monsters would come and play.
I feel emptied of all existence
to an unprobed realm of spiraling blackness;
where it's hard to breathe in a new reality.
My mind crashes and screams for release
but there is no rescue here.
My soul snuggles up to my last heartbeat,
as the Boatman approaches, my candle goes out;
I am shut down
Categories:
shut down, angst, me,
Form:
Free verse
Frightened of spirit,
she shut all her senses off
Which messed up her gut.
Categories:
shut down, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Haiku
Please don't shut down on me.
I need you to open up and tell me the problem
Then I can help you.
I know it's hard to open up.
But try.
It will help.
Afterwards you will feel better.
Life will be clearer.
But if you keep of shutting down, you will be isolated.
You don't have to be.
For I am here.
So open up to me.
Categories:
shut down, anxiety,
Form:
Alexandrine
I'm shutting **** down
control alt delete
So many soldiers in my city
I patrol all the streets
Leave these *****es hung up
Like when a phone calls complete
If I ain't messing wit u
It's cause your so small, petite
Like a cold broads physique
that'll go & jog but don't eat
I melt these bastards faster
than a snowball in heat
Keep my eyes open at all
times I don't fall asleep
I always stay afloat
old logs in creeks
Like where's Waldo discrete
If you hide I'll go seek
Serve you busters
like time for super ... Bon appetite
Categories:
shut down, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme