Freeloaders Poems | Examples

A Dying Plant

A Dying Plant 
Feeding everyone lies 
The drama never dies 
Running away from the root of the  problem 
Too many excuses with no water 
Always playing the victim under the sun 
Falling away into a sinkhole 
You had plenty of chances 
To make good choices 
You choose to rebel in dirt 
A stubborn generation 
You never listened 
A dying plant 
A heart full of regret 
An ungrateful flower 
Just freeloaders 
A dying plant  
I gave you guidance 
You did everything your way 
Flowers are fading 
Bondege is braking 
Blaming someone else is never ending 
The root of the problem is burning

Losing Our Way Of Life

Losing Our Way Of Life
Miracle Man
4/10/2024

The country I love,
is long in moral decay.
Prophecy tells me,
that time’s end is near.
Sinful things are appearing,
within each new day.
But I live my day’s,
with the absence of fear.

We’re losing our country,
to those filled with hate.
Crime and drugs,
occupy the minds of some.
People who will never,
carry their own weight.
We cater to these freeloaders,
while ours exist on a crumb.

Freeloaders

A crow in the yard, 
caws a message to his mates, 
breakfast has been served.

Backfill

The onset of construction
Left a gaping excavation.
They built a chain link fence 
Around the hole.
Once the footers and foundation
Were sufficiently established
A dump truck load of gravel
Did its thing.

I have faith the task 
Will be accomplished.
I have hope the work
Can be efficiently done.
But until I shovel 
All that broken stone 
Into the trench surrounding the slab,
This jobsite won’t be up to building code.

Of the virtues, 
Faith, hope, and charity, 
The only one that requires 
Personal action 
And accomplishes anything 
In this world is charity. 
Faith and hope are mere freeloaders 
That only look after themselves.

Unable of Late

Of late, I seem unable
To write a song or fable.
Perhaps it’s too much caffeine;
I seem to be unstable.

Now recently, I’m shaking;
My muscles have been aching.
I may be lacking protein,
Or maybe I’m just faking.

A certain strange malodor;
Those germs are all freeloaders.
Perhaps it is my hygiene,
My wife complained, I showed her.

Perhaps it’s too much caffeine,
I may be lacking protein.
Of late, I seem unable;
Perhaps it is my hygiene.

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Another of the 4 stanza poems where the 4th is constructed from the non-rhyming lines from first 3 and the first line from the first. 

This one is 7 syllables throughout, so depending on the definition of a jueju, it fits that category, as described in "Dawn song".

It's also fairly stupid, just trying to get the hang of this 4th stanza as 
a summary of the first 3...

Filling a Void

Filling a Void



…..feelings like
disappointment or
fulfillment, mistreatment or
kindness, loved or
neglected
are clear moments that
teach me
to step back, cope with my story

……and sometimes,
life story is just terrifying limpid, and
some days, I
rather
collapse and back away

at that point, I
lean in
to this bold expedition….
withholding
my endowed giving character to
a few
freeloaders

Nothing
is insurmountable
bounce back from injustice
filling a void, shield my heart

simply
Cease-Giving 
blindly

Bowlegged Belligerent Boxcar Betty

Bowlegged belligerent bellowing Boxcar Betty
Rarely rose to the ripe, refreshed or ready
She always had an exasperatingly idiotic excuse
To cavort and converse on Charlie’s Chicken caboose

Eddie’s Enthusiastic Engine was trite and tired.
Of these two freeloaders, quarrelsomely quagmire.
He wanted both Betty and Charlie off his train.
For they both were a challenge, and a horrible strain.

Boxcar Betty dug in her claws, determined to stay.
She loved riding the rails with Charlie every day.
Eddie had to keep Charlie Chicken too of course.
A train’s caboose is imperative as legs on a horse.

Easy Street

Quitting my job today, and going to live in a tent.
Hey, man, it isn't so bad, I get State Aid and pay 
no rent!
I get free medical care, free food and free meds,too.
In the USA, walk into any hospital ER and take full 
advantage, they take care of all, it's true!


Those fools that go to work each day, I do smirk 
as they walk by.
Such dummies feel sorry for me when my life is pie 
in the sky.
Not work for me~ I hustle drugs, on a bike I stole, 
I really make a fat bundle.
But I always play hopeless victim when panhandling, 
I am master of the hustle and boy, can I play humble!

Forgot to mention the money I make as a paid protestor, 
boy do I cash in!
We intend to crash businesses, ruin lives, because to us 
America is a sin.

One day, we will all be equally poor with a Marxist leader.
I just  cannot wait for that day to come.
After all, my tent needs an expensive, shiny free heater.
And no work for anyone, I say.
Just a land with freeloaders and cheaters.


August 26, 2020
8:30am

Cause Most

though we are
a dollar a dozen
certainly not what
someone might
waste a wooden
nickle on we've
still become
part of the
universe

yet think
and believe
in our superiority
yet politically if when
we meet the other 
beings i know it
won't be men
tioned take
us to 

your leader for we
are the freeloaders
with our phds from
universities that
aren't part of
the universe
elite so it
wouldn't
upset

me if the
Douglas
Adams
earth
demo
lished
for a new
through way
scenario came

into
play

just
don't
panic

Letter To the Pedophiles

I said it ones, I said it twice
Lay off my son that is not your kind.
Your nonsense is obvious. It's becoming world wide.
If his father didn't choose you.
Doesn't make you to be around mine.

You try to create bunch of nonsense
By using the other kind. 
keep in mine my son veins is my blood. For he is mine.

 I know when I came to America is to live my own american
Dream.
But it's seems to me your came to america to be a home wrecker and pedophilling  peoples kids.

You turned my son against me. When we use to be a happy family.
Your need to be hang by the throat like they use to do to your from ancient history.

Take my father and mother with you too. It seems like y'all a pedophile from ancient history.

Your like invaders, violators, child molester, rapist, pedophiles, freeloaders. That just won't quit.

Keep in mind I know the game your playing. I will destroy all your kind if you don't lay off mines.

Para Todos For Everyone

Para Todos~ for Everyone

This world works for all who work it.
Sitting and complaining, no, you will
not make it.
The Doers of this planet,oh, so hated!
The freeloaders walk the world unabated.
Victimhood, oh how we praise it!!!

True goodness~ oh how we hate it.
Envy and jealousy overcome us.
So soullost we hunt the good ones.
Searching for the people who blame things
on!

When it is we who all partake in bad 
mouthing everyone.
You are blessed if this is not you,
You are indeed an angelic one,you!
God walks with you!

Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
11:45pm PST

Freeloaders

Freeloaders

Those who feel entitled to what others have 
While envying and resenting them for having it;

Isn’t this a second cousin to an oxymoron?
Tom

Labelling People

Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one second.
Giving us a perspective we never had before.
Showing us that our opinions are not the same now.
Sometimes switching to the opposite side in one second.
When we become the needy, we stop bad-mouthing the freeloaders.
When we realize how close we are to homeless, we maybe develop a little more empathy for them.
There are life-changing events happening every day.
We may go into some of them kicking and screaming,
But we still
Go into them
Changelings that we are.
Angel? Demon? Faerie? Crone? We’d best leave labels well and good alone.

Window Is Open

Window is open,

Birds fly in for a free lunch,

Serving gourmet worms,

Fried with salty sunflower seeds,

Freeloaders are in heaven.

And Then That Door-Contest

Oh I thank heavens they're all gone now 
My perfect holiday dinner, yet somehow
I managed to shut my mouth ever tight
When all hell broke loose Christmas night!

"This turkey is tough," I heard them all say 
It's important I smile in a ladylike way
"Oh and did you hear that our Laura is gay
and Bonnie announced she's pregnant today!"

"Bill's running around on wife number three
he marries for money but none does he see!" 
The kids they keep tossing their toys at the door
and their mother just sits, pretends to ignore.

Like I said they're all gone and I'm grateful indeed
Should you choose to host Christmas beware take heed
You'll not be appreciated not even an ounce
and all the freeloaders upon you will pounce...

But this is my last holiday greeting to host
Of this I am sure and most anxious to boast...
NOW STOP! Who is that? knocking on my door?
No you can't come in!  You're placed on ignore!

 open up let us in.....
                          you must be crazy...
                                                     get thehelloutta here.....


6/19/15

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