Best Stress Out Poems
Cold howling winds have finally died
And a spring sun’s decided to abide
There’s no sweeter place than countryside
What a wonderful time to send the kids outside
Reclaiming a chunk of ‘me’ time I decide
To tackle that novel and sit by the fireside
Hang stress out like an old faded apron to hide
It’s the perfect moment to feel thoroughly satisfied
Plenty of time later to be busy and preoccupied
Children intoxicated with spring are wide-eyed
Exude joy and freedom in their stride
Silly with excitement, wild and cock-eyed
Running free up and down the hillside
I see no reason for chide
As I watch them eagle-eyed
Smiling with so much love and pride
Thinking of days gone by as a guide
When I'll call them back inside
The kids will be exhausted, bonafide
With rosy cheeks into bed they’ll glide
Won’t take long choosing a side
For tonight’s treasured stories at bedside
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on March 10, 2018 for contest SPRING FLING ZING KING (OR QUEEN) sponsored by MICHAEL VASEK - HONORABLE MENTION
you ever heard of a Lao party?
might be one going on right now…
we Lao folks love that celebratin’
sifting through sunrise and slipping
through sunset we sing our favorite
songs in our heads
it shortens time at work
cuz we sa baiiii sa baiiii
we force ourselves to
sa bai through the weekdays
so when weekend come
we too sai bai to be sa bai while
Beer Lao gushes down as if a recession
exists in our bellies
and we must stimulate our celebratory economy
this weekend on our little cousin’s birthday
where grandpas and grandmas
get down Salavan style
Lao folks gotta play that music
gives us an excuse to pick up microphones
clap our hands and wave our wrist around
and dance like how our aunties teach us
when the right song come
when the right keys
of the khaen flute lifts our stress out
our sleepless bodies
we always celebrating something
waiting for that weekend
coasting past the jobs we hate
or waiting to grab jobs we don’t have
it don’t matter if our elders can’t speak English
they singing like they own the land
where their voices reach
rejoicing over the smallest
of happenings
and we all sa baiiiii real good
I have been to the year 3,000
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, there is still corruption
And modern day currency is currently
Worth nothing.
Everyone trades for what they want
No need to rush around and stress out
About making someone else other than
One’s Self-rich.
Although, the environment is much cleaner
The community became much greener so there
Is no need to protest? Creativity and self-expression
Has become more valuable and collaboration has become
An important part of success.
Popularity, social status and vanity no longer hold as much
Weight as it use to in the past. Life and well being has become
A higher priority no one focuses too much energy in living
Fast.
I have been to the year 3000 not much
Has changed, I guess as far as societal leadership
Goes will it ever change you ask is the year 3000
Who knows?
However, there is one thing that has changed and
That is the way humanity takes care of its self.
Self-help has become the remedy to emotional
Health.
All energetic chains are released not only can
The people of the year 3000 think outside the
Box, they can expand shape and reshape the
Box into any form they want.
Why you ask because the people of the year 3000
Know they are more than capable with the
Capacity to become the captains and future leaders
Of their of destiny though politics has it purpose
And reason to exist. This dose not prevent the
Inhabitants of the year 3000 from living their every day
Lives and making the most of it.
All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be
Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part
All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane
Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife
She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost
So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood
Exam!
Why is there exam in this world
I am stress out everyday
To meet the expectation
Of the people around
Exam!!
Why I am so hard to even sigh
I keep reading the books
In hope to never forget
All the alien calculation
Exam!!!
Why do I feel like dead
I am about to die from exhaustion
In order to score my goal
And to have a better life
Hello Dr. Phil, have you got a segment
I've got a few things latched onto my mind
Don't worry this won't take but a second
If you do me this I'll return the favor in kind
Hello Dr. Phil, it's about my mother
Well really both her and my mother in-law
If you care to throw my wife into the picture
That wouldn't be far off at all
Hello Dr. Phil, have you run into this problem
Or am I a first and is there a cure
Call me right back Doc, I think I can take it
Can you tell me how much longer I've got in this world
Hello Dr. Phil, you might recognize me
I've been to see Oz and those Dr's on Channel 4
Though they canceled my moment said I was clingly and needy
Hello Dr. Phil, can I be a friend of yours
Hello Dr. Phil, have I mentioned the aliens
Do you do abductions, is that your forte
Cause if you do I can get you more ratings
We'll bowl over Maury he'll have nothing to say
Hello Dr. Phil, I keep calling and calling
The heavy breathing? Yea, could be me on the line
But if you would answer neither of us would stress out
We could solve both our problems if you'd just give me the time
The wind is quite blustery on our short walk to grandmaws
Hankering to have some chocolate pie and dressing
And see the new baby boy!
Never get to spend much time with the family lately
Kiss 'em all and get a hug
Stress out over all the germs we shared
GOD grant us blessings all the days of our lives
IF the heartburn doesn't kill me tonight, praise Jesus
Value of family --priceless$$
If brother can hobble he will make it ok
Next year will be better
God grant brother a new hip by Christmas
Drop off some new teeth for granny
Ann, she needs to chew her food good
You're faithful and just to grant our needs!
Every day monotonous, never changing.
My creativity feels like it has been drained from me.
I grasp for the words to express my thoughts, but end up with a scratchy sore throat.
My writing used to flow easily.
Now it feels as if my thoughts are honey refusing to drip.
Everything always feels so far away and out of reach.
My life is running away without me.
Drifting through every class, not caring enough to ask my questions.
I’d give up but then I’d lose my 4.0 which is socially unacceptable.
How sad is it that I have to stress out and have anxiety attacks over a number.
I am defined a number.
It doesn’t matter about my mental health as long as I write the paper.
I am stressed out, to the point of no return
I need to be let free
But that is not happening
Everything is coming from each way
I can say, it wasn't my day
But it is never my day
I have so much bad luck
That I need to duck
But it comes so fast, I do not have the time to
I do not know what to do
I think what is this about
That I am Stress Out
Let me say all of this before it's too late
I know I said i wouldn't write about you on another page
But I have more to say, so I won't hold it in
I tell the truth about my mistakes, so no one can expose my sins
I'm letting my pride go, And writing my Brain full of rhymes
Girls come and go, but you remain on my mind
I think back to when we first started speaking
Damn I miss those days I'd give anything to go back
If I could I'd give you was ring, marry you fast
Just thinking about it, and my heart is bleeding
I couldn't cope with depression and a relationship at the same time
So I pushed you away, hid you from my mind
Sleeping with girl after girl who I couldn't have cared less about
I acted like it did, but even great sex didn't get the stress out
When I was with all of these girls, I was missing you
These girls were naked in front of me,but I was fantasizing about kissing you
I'll always hate depression because it made me push you away
When I got better you didn't want to know me
Here I am, admitting things I wasn't in a rush to say
Struggled with how to be a man, because my dad didn't show me
Haven't seen my dad in 10 years because he isn't breathing
It hurts more, that when he was alive, he wasn't there when I was a baby screaming
Spending his money on alcohol, so 2 year old me had to go without eating
I apologize, but this has still got me bleeding
He passed when I was 15 and there's been nothing for me to miss
I hope my Chantal understands why I wasn't rushing for a kiss
Family not being there and growing in foster care made me unable to express love
I couldn't give her the world, I'm still looking for a gift
Scarred because no one gave me a cushion for the hits
If we ever speak again, I'm going to do my best to prove I'm serious
But whatever you're going through right now, I hope you enjoy the experience
I'm writing this like its just you and me
I'm growing everyday and being better than I used to be
A good man with a damaged heart and bad traits
I just hope you don't speak of me in a bad way
Because I genuinely loved you even if I couldn't show it
I'm writing this about you, but you won't know it
Because you're no longer in my life
But I'm becoming stronger from the write
Dear Chantal I said I wouldn't write about you on another page
But I wanted to write this before it's too late
Third eye
Wisdom is of those
With the third eye
Third eye
Look with the eyes
But see with a sense
Look with the eye
And see beyond
Just looking
For it take not
Only the eyes
To see
Third eye
Why you stress out
Yourself with out
Communicating with
The mind
For it take inner
Power to be
Strong outside
Third eye
The eye is like
The picture
The mind is
The production
Before the act that
Brings the product
Third eye
When one only
See just with the
Eye then it mind
Is empty
And have a lot
Room for manipulation
Third eye
See through
All that query
Your soul
And live beyond
All you see
Keep your soul
In touch with
Your mind
As you see with the
Third eye
Jazz fingers snapping
Jazz wants to live
Live in the moment
live in tranquility
Tranquility is home
Tranquility doesn't break
Break chains
Break free
Free spirits dancing
Free love enhancing
Enhancing change
Enhancing man
Man equal power
Man of equal strength
Strength in numbers
Strength to carry on
On mountaintops
On fighting wars
Wars on the minds
Wars on the hearts
Hearts is not a game
Hearts heal the land
Land of wolves
Land of peace
Peace be with God
Peace be with you
You need to live
You need to fly
Fly to a different world
Fly jazz
Jazz kisses hearts
Jazz is good with your coffee
Coffee warms the soul
Coffee takes the stress out
Out for stability
Out for the blues
Blues is a symbol of madness
Blues has no inventor
Inventor of beauty
Inventor of the galaxies
Galaxies are instruments
Galaxies tell stories
Stories about angels
Stories about adventures
Adventures bend the minds
Adventures create possibilities
Possibilities to breathe
Possibilities to dream
Dream
Breath
The House Guest
You found yourself in a bind
and ask me if I would mind
You say you need a place to stay
it would only be for one day
The day turned into nights
the nights turned into days
Your entire family is here
and drama is all that I hear
No room left for my thoughts
my stomaches tied up in knots
Kids screaming they want fed
and you never put them to bed
You show up with your brood
didn't even bring your own food
I run out to the store
but you want even more
Fighting you are up until dawn
oh how you carry on and on
No offer has yet been made
I am the only one who has paid
Before it was just me
now it's me and you times three
The place is such a mess
I don't need this distress
Expenses explode once more times four
Let me show you to the door
Dysfunctional you are with your spouse
Just get your family out of my house
Your duck's the wrong color
--my kindergarten teacher said
(after all these years, hard to get it outta my head)
but Eric Carle proves her wrong
colorful animals-- dancing along
Now as a grown-up I must think more of others
and not criticize their creativity till it smothers
rather than stress out over what I've been through
I must see others share the same feelings, too
Always thinking about
Everything around me
People always lieing and saying they never did that when I was listening
Remind me how we became friends in the first place
Endlessly I think of now how bad of a friend you are to me
Stop the fighting
Stop making me stress out all the time
I swear I am going to go insane
On mondays I think about everything
Now you think to yourself how this ever worked out in the first place