Best Sissies Poems

We old folks know what day it is
by the things we don't repeat!  
And when Tuesday rolls around
We drag the garbage to the street! 

Wednesday means the can comes in 
And NEVER would we forget
That way we know its Thursday 
And on Friday we...

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Life sure ain't for sissies

It takes a strong and a willing heart

To conquer the everyday problems

Greeting them with a smile is an art

It's easy to give in to doom and gloom

To grumble and always complain

But no one's gonna help make it better

You're the one who's...

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Scorching sun,
Settling skyscraper
     Streams of streets,
Sirens sighing, Skinny sissies


awoh awoh...

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Touching deep inside
Feeling my way through
Avoiding all false pride
To find what I should do

Open up the skies
Let the rain fall down on me
I’ll catch the drops and stop the cries
Water flowers, swim the sea

Life is not for sissies
I’ll trust the voice within
Get up off my...

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When growing up, thought poems were for sissies
Sure was misguided, it now allows for my sillies
To come front and center
Hold on to your dentures
Don't want you to pop a split back of your civvies...

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Living life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting them with a smile is an art

It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one...

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Luscious scent of crimson flowers
Magical dance of eventide showers
Rolling hills dip to verdant valleys
  Poetry's for sissies, for girls named 'Aly'

Glittering stars illumine the night
Soaring falcons, majestic in flight
Dewdrops, now snowflakes, grace winter's map
  For cryin' out loud: Who writes this crap?

Ambrosial nectar,...

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Growing Old “Ain’t” For Sissies
Miracle Man
1/28/2025

Advanced age took from me my aspirations,
often health matters top my list of concerns.
I’ve spent time recovering from ablations,
and relive my past expecting no returns.

My remaining years are misnamed as gilded,
While in many cases they resemble rust.
Things I once accomplished...

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Life sure ain't for sissies
It takes a strong and a willing heart
To conquer the everyday problems
Greeting us with a smile is an art

It's easy to give in to doom and gloom
To grumble and always complain
But no one's gonna help make it better
You're the one who's...

Continue reading...