Best Trouble Poems
held her heart, thinking of stars
he shouldn’t have trusted his sight…
it was my twin, he embraced~
awkward tale of lust..
Rick was violent and showed no remorse
His alcoholic outbursts lead to their divorce
Wife Sue moves away with Billy their son
Then Billy’s badly injured in a hit and run
Sue contacts Rick, he dashes to the scene
Billy’s hooked up to a life support machine
Parents sit at his bedside both day and night
Brought together by their son’s terrible plight
Billy’s badly injured, his recovery is slow
When he wakes from a coma he says ‘hello’
Huge tears of joy well up in Billy’s blue eyes
Seeing mum and dad together is such a surprise
Billy’s pulled through, everyone is delighted
At such a crucial time his parents were reunited
01/19/21
Little Miss Trouble got in a muddle
Went head first into a muddy puddle
It gave her a fright
And it serves her right
Cos she was always looking for trouble...
Went home in tears to daddy and mommy
And bawled its always happening to me
Dad said " it's the price"
So here's some advice
"Try and be nice in twenty twenty three" ...
Daddy said "your character you must tweak"
Gave it her best shot and lasted a week
Found it all too strange
She just couldn't change
Cos she'll always have an unfriendly streak...
Written 10th January 2023
A feller I met with a twinkle in his eye
Quite the enigma you see.
Said, "I ain't got no dough... not a single penny!"
Said he, "ain't got no cash... not a single plug for a cup o' tea."
"Couldn't buy you no drink / not even a dime's worth of time
Wouldn't dare ask you for no drink in my silly whine."
"Never saw nothin' finer... not a sight to behold
Then, your fancy top hat... not plated with gold.
In this fine conversation... though, I confess,
I don't know nothin' much... not more or less."
"Don't know nothin' much 'bout music... not a single note
But begged the whole bar not to leave me croak
In this sea of confusion... though- I confess
I ain't got no answers, not more or less."
Confused, I just stared / mouth agape and wide
"So are you broke or not?" I finally couldn't hide.
He winked / then chuckled / a sly knowing grin
"Don't you fret none... my friend / I ain't never givin' in!"
"Never learned nothin' clever / that ain't no surprise
But I sure ain't unhappy, not with tears in my eyes!"
A poet / a pauper / a prince; his stories spun gold
Ain't nothin' like his tales / never gettin' old.
We made a bond that don't nobody understand
A friendship ain't never been seen in no other land.
I once knew a Thai man
Who had an affair
And at the time he said
He did not care
Well it was not long
Before his wife found out
Now she didn't scream
And nor did she shout
She simply walked over
To the kitchen drawer
And pulled out a carving knife
Need I say more!
Very swiftly and at the double
She cut of the thing
That was causing the trouble
She tied it to a helium balloon
With Some string
And let fly in the air
That troublesome thing
That was not the end of the story, oh no
To the Thai County Court
She was summonsed to go
There she was charged with
Grievous bodily harm
Although I've heard say that
She kept very calm.
But here husband was charged
With a serious offence too!
Indecent exposure to the passengers
Of Panam flight 742!
I feel emotionally flat
the experience is very stressful
No flooding or concentration
Acute, which is more persistent
Maybe therapy and skills training
- some will need it just for safety
I crank my headphones up to deafening level
- shuts off all sick thoughts
The silence gradually becomes unbearable
Along the way, I experienced that
the parachute did not work satisfactorily
If only God could give me a clear sign
Saturn's rings exist exclusively
of missing aircraft luggage
I think everything is predetermined
Hope is foolproof
I cut the cucumber slices like hearts
25/7/20
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Isolation Philosophy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
4th place in the contest
"As-salamu-alaikum,"
That is Arabic
for "Peace be upon you."
Like most beauty pageants,
I long for world peace, too.
I want no trouble; I wish you
Nothing but peace.
I sure hope you know
The kind I mean...
What? Do I want a piece of you?
Come on now, don't be silly.
Drop those dukes, my guy.
I am a peaceful man.
A lover, not a fighter.
Don't go grab a piece either!
No sir, I want no shootouts!
I'd rather live in peace and harmony.
I'm no bird-flipper; that's not my style.
I'd rather flash
Peace signs to you.
I prefer a firm handshake.
Over throwing and parrying hooks
Do not wage war with me.
I want no beef with you.
I've consumed more than my share.
Instead, can we at least try
Being vegetarians?
If you extend your hand
Right or left, I'd shake it
And wish you a nice life.
O the stew of human progress
The feast of our enterprise
Simmered long enough now
For society to settle
The Fatheads
Have risen to the top
***
Patiently bear all the troubles
Turn them into bursting bubbles
Calmly accept life's happenings
Hoping God will show openings
Only for us God is present dear
Regarding His presence be clear
Deal with all problems stoically
Prayer will do wonders magically
Surely a solution is available
We are from troubles bailable
We must honesty make a try
By totally believing in the Sky
When in the Sky we can fly
Our greatness, it does imply
Our potential remains dormant
We must utilize our fine talent
If we budge for fear like a fool
We blunt without brain our tool
Please trust and act and aim
Surely success you can claim
Troubles and problems will die
If prayer and hard-work we tie.
is that they never tell the truth,
and if by accident, they occasionally
come near to any kind of truth
they tend to get hives,
or shake uncontrollably.
We shouldn’t expect them to be truthful,
it’s asking too much.
Would we demand a dog
cook its own dinner,
or a pickpocket play a glockenspiel
while lifting a wallet?
We who collect words like seashells
must turn them over
and listen to see if they are hollow
or really full of oceanic whispers.
The shell of course, (being an almost
too perfect poetic metaphor),
will then lie to our ear.
Mostly and quite contrarily,
we condemn the author
for having lied
a whole lot better
than we ever could have.
I am tired now, dear friend, please do not trouble me anymore,
How long can someone walk beside you if you keep running from everyone?
I considered you mine, I followed you at every turn,
But think, if I stop one day, you’ll find yourself alone, lost in your steps.
Learn to walk together; this is your chance—not everyone will be like me,
Someone who stays by your side without complaints, without demands, without asking for anything in return.
Relationships are not easy; walking together is a fine art,
Your anger and pride have silently torn apart so many bridges between souls.
Those who try to stop you are not your enemies; they care for you,
Before you leave every path behind, listen to those who have remained faithful to you.
I have understood your pain, but do not lose yourself on this road of loneliness,
This time will pass; acknowledge the truth before it consumes you.
I am tired now, but I still stand here for you, watching in silence,
The choice is yours—will you walk with me, or will you lose yourself too?
Between us stretches the ocean of decisions, and the waves of truth crash upon the shore,
It is time to decide, dear friend—where will your heart lead your steps?
I spent the whole night dressed up like a witch
collecting lots of candy and then YOU
stole all of it! You’re lucky I’m no snitch,
I won’t tell Mom, but here is what I’ll do:
I know your secrets and the games you play
with different girls that you like at our school
(especially Patricia) and the way
you two-time her. You know that isn’t cool!
You like her best. Well, Bobby here’s the deal.
You give back all my candy that you took
or I’ll be spilling all the beans – for REAL.
Remember I have seen your small black book!
And I’ll be wanting interest for I’d like
not just my candy, but your old blue bike!
Oct. 22. 2019 for Bobby May's If I Were Your Brother Poetry Contest
I heard a noise that sounded like a cricket
Then once again, coming from her thicket
Soozie cried, "I keep burping."
"No," I said. "It's a chirping!
I'm not gonna touch that sticky wicket."
Tonight there's not a wind, there's not a sound.
A sullen moon sits innocently atop the mountain
and the little devil inside my head wonders...
If I were to give a tiniest little push,
how fast would it roll all the way down to the base?
Ah yes, but they'd be quick to point the finger
and then I'd be in trouble !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Birdie Trouble
So you think you’re going to hole me
Teed off well and on the green rolled me
Looked like hole in one
Then all hope was gone
When old albatross swooped and stole me