Best Worried Poems
Britain's Prime Minister, with charm and appeal
Visited Trump to work out a deal
But in a gesture unplanned
Trump held her hand
She was worried he'd steal a feel!
I hear Teresa May had planned
To hold President Trump's right hand
Despite his best hope
Don Trump couldn't grope
The moron he ought to be banned
-Jan Allison-
The Donald gave Teresa a squeeze
To herself she thought what a sleaze
But he was surprised
When between her thighs
He found balls as big as his knees
-Daniel Turner-
On her rump he placed his right hand
Swore as they listened to the band
A night in the sack
I'll give Boston back
And pay all the taxes as planned
-Tim Smith-
The Donald was conceited and thought he was all that
He put some moves on Teresa and it was so whack
Now his ego is not inflated
He's not so longer elated
Now his ego is in intact. a has been mack
-Alexis Y.-
under the tall mushrooms', in the day of gloom
I carried my fork and broom to run of the chick a boom
from my whom; darn morning sickness, that dragon's zoom kiss
as he reminisce and baked a swiss brownie bodice
as the cat in the tree miss a hiss and a p i. s... s... : )
9/7/2021
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They offer you their hand -
they offer you their love -
and caring.
They have seen your words -
and heard your music -
they want to show you the world -
in beauty and in cruel -
cause they care of you.
Trust in them -
and they tell you all -
of the beauty of us -
and of the world.
once a sports doctor from perth
wanted to leave planet earth
for his nurse she injected
dietetically wreck-ed
a famous olympians girth.
his nose was distracting
but so was mine
i listened to it ; in the car on the way
there
the bass was in my brain
what if he'd never heard it?
the questions kept coming
questions about
stuff
thinking about the book of judges
i saw paintings
i followed him home
hid beneath the window pane
but heard nothing
i didn't get the job
I sank into the sidewalk, it yielded no complaint,
You went into my trousers, subtle girl you ain’t
You told me you liked drama, so without a plate
I ate, calamari fried with ginger:
and asked you for a date.
Sometimes the night just catches me out,
Like a thousand worried girlfriends.
Blossoms in the trees,
Worried their color too dim,
Stretch out for more light.
Technically not a Haiku due to the personification, though it is in the traditional Haiku 5-7-5 line format. Thanks!
Written 11 April 2016 at Camp Casey, Republic of Korea
worried
losing... wanting
love... the best of both worlds
light and darkness... but can happen
happy...
What a day for me!
driving back home -
from New Haven, Connecticut
snow started to fall
with all those big lories
towering the cars
caution has to be done.
Traffic snarled the road
both I-95 and 278 West.
heading for Staten Island
t’was a turtle-like flow.
I couldn’t believe the road
that it took me six hours
to get home that night;
while driving up the hill
there’s difficulty at hand.
Oh, what a day for me!
I almost lost my focus
so worried about myself,
time and safety so far.
Seeing some vehicles stranded,
passing them on the road
I felt that if it were me
how I would make it
would depend on those
who’d help me on the way –
like a Good Samaritan, indeed.
I saw a figure on the beach.
Was it a man or woman in reach?
The variance I know well.
However, I could not tell.
I do not dare to beseech.
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
Is it such a bad thing to be worried?
Worry means you care,
Concern is to be aware.
I used to view it as overbearing,
but now i understand.
He's the one I'm in love with,
I'm not thinking about sharing.
It's the fact that you were so deeply in love,
i want to be the only one on your mind.
She was almost the end of our almost beginning.
I try to be kind.
It's just ill never find anyone like you again,
Maybe if you gave me what i needed i wouldn't be so worried.
Or if i were confident enough to have that talk,
maybe you and her friendship would be ok then.
Of course i turn this on me,
but since theres no communication,
I'm just a tad worried.
Worried Water Vertebrates
And the sun keeps on shining a bit warmer now in Mars.
But rain keeps away and fish in the cisterna are worried.
Is this the end of their world? Tiny fishes lives on what?
Planned cannibalism every two, three months, perhaps?
Small and translucent I see their quickening heart beats.
Open the cisterna’s lid so they can see the blue clear sky.
Since they may take me for the creator must show them
They are not forsaken and I cannot be blamed for this.
And the sun keeps on shining, a bit warmer now in Mars,
But Louis, the farmer, and I know this can lead to calamity.
Cisterna... a place to store rainwater (Portuguese)
You Worried For Brother!
7/27/2006
You Worried For Brother!
Your poem so nice rather,
Dont treat him like others,
If read your nice the poem,
Will worried with this case.
Everything possible in world,
Captain Crook boldly went..
Where earlier no one there,
Just the world of mysteries.
It make possible to shave on,
One very nice kitchenate oven,
Did you see crow laying eggs?
happening with your brother.
Dont worry its usual in this life,
Some time it worst happening,
Don't bother these accidents O,
He saved might from the bigger.
You made this nice most poem,
In worry of accidents with him,
O lovely person he taken fate,
Fate of other from God on him.
Your poem a lovey from a sister,
Of lovely brother so loving him.
Keep continuity voice speaking,
Your worry made it good sound.
Why do you question His Way why do you even have to ask
For by your side He shall stay and in His Glory you shall bask
Worry not where you tread for in His Name you need not be afraid
Every word that He ever said oh how heavily it has weighed
Why must your head be so down and it also be in your walk
In all the Glory of His Crown you can just go right up and talk
For He created you as such in loving you beyond your own knowing
But can't you even sense His touch or the seeds in you He's sowing
So many have fallen by the wayside like thistle instead of wheat
The words God said about pride I really shouldn't have to repeat
For failure can not but exist but for those who never even try
A life time of adoration missed as I can only sit here and wonder why
Take even just one moment out of each and every single day
Look up the word repent knowing your only one heart beat away
Just sit there in calmness and listen as to you He will speak
He is what you've been missing and why things now seem so bleak
"Try not to get worried 'everything's alright'"
Jesus Christ Superstar