Short meet
Yet such profound impact.
No amount of force I impose upon self
Seems enough to forget you.
At the end of the day
When I'm all alone,
One query still bothers me-
Is there still an “us"?
Categories:
bothers, absence, emotions, feelings, i
Form: Free verse
Why don’t we have 2 that are equally good
It’s okay left
We will try again tommorow
I need to apologiise sometimes they grow themselves
I always tried………….my
…bestetedness
Do you think the rumours about the dead astronauts on the space station
are too early
They could just turn off the green scream little men
Ask me if I think people went to space
Don’t care either way
How many jobs dismantling weapons would it take
to rid the world
Categories:
bothers, poems,
Form: Free verse
Sharon Lee was never bothered by anyone
On her way to school, the store or anywhere else.
She has been walking by herself since she was three, bragged her mother.
Do you think it’s because she has a giant wolf for a pet? Asked her brother.
Categories:
bothers, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
She will never fall out of love with her crocodile
He followed her home from the River Nile
The old folks home won’t take this wench.
So she and her crock sit outside on a bench.
Does she need to go to a home? Someone asked.
I doubt it, no one bothers her now said Flat McGlasked.
The croc is her protector and keeps her occupied.
Sometimes in the near bushes he will hide.
Bandits have left here without a knee, leg or arm.
But you’ll be okay if you do the old lady no kind of harm.
Categories:
bothers, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
This is not a love poem,
nor any petty confession,
not a tone-deaf paean of praise
for whatever and whomever.
This is a faceless man entering your mind;
typing, pecking at a keyboard,
lifting the roof off your stark little hutch.
I have liked you too much
and yet I know the wrongly overrated
ask only to be hated, but
the only thing that bothers me
is why you bother me so much.
I imagine banging on your skull
listening for something
more interesting than
what you are thinking now.
Will we always be
this disappointed in each other?
Drink up sisters and brothers,
the wine at the end of the bottle
is where all love sours.
Categories:
bothers, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Roses, flowers and bouquets
Love, Honor, Peace and Respect
Verses, poems and literature
Spring, wind and nature
You are psychologically ill
You are as violent as an eel.
Everything bores you in the Everglades
Or nothing seems easy in this deleterious
And lysergic exosphere. Everything bores
You : kisses, hugs, balls and nightly serenades
Hymns, chants and songs and choruses
How sad, this season, you’re worse.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
bothers, abuse, betrayal, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
I sulk I cry none bothers, they care a fig
although I slog in the house as if a pig
untiringly serve them day n night
they ignore all that outright
if I demand attention or take recourse to crying
they feel some tactics I'm applying
I can't see them morose but smile
Sometimes I just want them to sit with me for a while
none has the intention or time
they feel they have other things prime
will have to live like this lonely
learn to live on my own solely
cant they see I too work hard
all my pleasures are thus marred
except for some attention
I've no material intention
how long can I thus function
I feel lost n companionless at this junction
to unwind I've tried meditation
it gives me little or no peace I'll say without hesitation
what do I do wither shall I go
I want some time they must know
Always when I am annoyed I forgive
As with love together we must live
We must live with the policy of forgive n forget
This is the way family life remains set
If one doesn't forgive tensions build
If a heart is broken, it takes long to be healed.
Categories:
bothers, beach, beauty, best friend,
Form: Rhyme
What bothers you?
What makes you sore?
Is it just life in general,
Or is it something more?
Seems you never talk,
About what makes you smile.
All you seem to think on,
Are troubles and trials.
I like your house.
Your yard is so green.
You say it's expensive,
A chore to keep clean.
You have a nice dog.
He's cute, makes me laugh.
He poops in the yard,
Leaves trails and tracks.
I like your spouse.
She's generous and kind.
She's a spend thrift and lazy,
And has a weak mind.
Living expenses,
The laws of the land,
The weather, goose feathers,
Dirt, silt and sand.
Is there anything anywhere,
That gives you pleasure?
What makes you smile?
What do you treasure?
One cannot live always,
Beneath such a cloud.
There must be something,
Of which you are proud.
No wonder you spend,
So much time alone.
with a house mate like you,
I would never come home.
What bothers you?
What disturbs your digestion?
What doesn't, I think,
Would be more the question.
Categories:
bothers, emotions, feelings, satire, ,
Form: Quatrain