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years of writing and learning
working
guts spilled
heart ripped out
torn to holes
stabbing myself open
and spreading myself thin
learning this about that thing
this thing about that stuff
computer whizz i am not
but one comes along
and i am forever lost in the shuffle of the game
playing with myself
solitaire with levels
puzzles with destinations to surf the web to give
my writing a new purpose
lead you here to find where else for you to go to find the next puzzle to ponder and
meaning of it all
as if I'm some genius
unfinished puzzle
I've been shut down
and how do i explain this to my children
walking in my crutches
who cannot afford to be read one more time
as i whine in the midst of my goose chase
of level three leading you back to level one
and my space is just a place to look for something to do
top point at the famous players and how i got my foot in the door
and how they know me one day
and I'm not shy to get my attention whether I'm good or not
i have something to say
we are a community and I'm here for the life of fun and games
I'm here for the utopia
why does it have to be like a bully ruled school yard of conviction where no one
knows who they think they are
and no one is worrying about who questions anybody
and laugh at estimations
of underestimating thew jobs we never apply for
fingers pointing over here and over there and nothing left to lose
so was it worth it
when now i cant sign in due to scandal
i cant fix any perfected mistakes due to friends who know pass codes that affect
me still
tight lips are sinking my ship and the truth be told
the police wont get involved
just thought you should know I'm in the Center of nothing
spiraling out to place to find if i can be
where none will ever go
a journal of the one who was everything written of emotion from gods joke
to inspiration to writers and communicating generation gaps
and now its all lost because of hate crimes we cant solve and peoples
paranoias of technology and phishing scams
cant sell my work anymore or access my pay pal
years of work not backed up
lumpy lessons served with lemon aid
just go surf and see the game
do the pieces fit
of the head strong ahead of his timer terrified false prophet goose chase
inter net hacked shut down?
something to think about for you!!
Malfunction, malfunction
Says the broken machine, cold and clean
Mal...mal...malfun....malfun...malfunction
Error, error
System overload, overlapping with firewall breakdown
What, what, what's the protocol
Answer to the dial tone at all
Blank, the direct word you're looking for blank you bland suit
Don't sue, you can't sue me
You're wearing blue
Error, error
This does not compute
Wait what does compute mean again
Rattle my cages, erase the bonding stripes
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be tuna in a tin can
Listen to the waves of Coke fizzling down your throat
Does it tickle or does it hurt
No wait don't tell me
It hurrrrrrrrrrts like a 1000 gigahertz
I'm worth a foot in the door, phantamgasmore
Penelope Tate is Pepper Ann
Beautiful and frail come & get me
Save the day
Well dont just stand there, kiss the girl
So says a singing crab at the bottom of the sea
A hole in the bottom of the sea
Repeated by once a one year old singing Brian Adams
Error...error...system malfunction
M...m...m...my world seems to malfunction around me
My karma, my bad luck, they run amuck over me
I want to kick, scream
Scream profanities but I can't open my snake like jaws with malice
So I'll just shout out at the sky instead
But did I forget who I am
A being of circuits and wires
Why...why...why...why...do I feel the need to be human
I can't sleep, I can't see without some sort of light
I aim to please my creators, my employers
Everyday I break down, I break down, I break down
Filling with steam and smoke
Rising from anger but can I feel anger
Do I feel anything
Wait am I supposed to feel anything
Error...error...error...error
System malfunction
Abandon this time machine, over and out captain
Says Claudio in a war with imaginary beings unable to understand the things they do to themselves
This disillusioned mann...mann...manner of thinking
This hard rip right into the hip, a cold tip pressed to the ear
But I don't have ears, just an antenna
I think, I can't think at all
Error...error...system mal....
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Commence self destruct in
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3
2
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Done
You say that I'm not a good wife,
but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife,
when I stood by you when others would bail?
You know how to push my every button.
How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.
Not many people will stand by a man,
who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage,
I was the fool who went out on a limb.
I never should have given you the first chance.
You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
But you use women to get what you need.
You feed on women with low self esteem,
using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you,
You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.
I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best,
Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!
I don't want you in my life anymore,
No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done,
Its over, you've put me through way too much!
You'll never change, so why would I want
to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye,
It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!
Just sign the papers, for once be a man
and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.
The welfare lady is an educated lady that's going through some financial
issues.The welfare lady is not lazy is by any stretch of the imagination.Receiving
assistance is really nuisance. When you have to tell all of your personal
business. The welfare lady knows that public assistance is not a permanent
place to park; but just a jump start back on her feet, and a means to eat. The
welfare lady doesn't have the "gimmie mentality"but realizes that hard work pays
off; and persistent is who she be.
The government puts a stigma on those who have the blue card. It's not hard to
remember the times of investing in the welfare pot.So others could eat and get
back on their feet. As taxpayer, Uncle Sam is first to get his part. The welfare lady
has dignity to a degree that no snooty intake clerk could take away.
The food is all of the benefits she could get. after telling out all of her personal
business. The welfare lady is really a class act. That had a great impact on those
who watched her situation.The welfare lady had a job interview today. What will
she say?" The door is open". With her foot in the door she will score due to her
intelligence. She will beat all the others in job qualifications; something people
cannot ignore.
A star will always rise to the top of the hardest situations. The valley low helps us
to be humble and not to mumble. The mountaintop brings blessings that
overflow, and the situations in between brings balance to all things.
in the daylight im just like you i blend in just like you
i walk like you talk like you eat like you but im not you
in the hours leading up to midnight you'd think we were one of the same
behind a two way mirror we stare at eachother
wondering what the other ones thinking
in a crowd of a million people i am lost in you
you call me names you laugh at me you say that i am ugly
you push me away we stop making love and you say that your bored
i try to please you in everyway but thats never good enough
i buy new clothes and go on a diet i even lost ten pounds
i got a makeover and went to therapy but you refused to notice
i put my makeup on and do my hair before you open your eyes
but im not you nor am i good enough for you ill never be what you want
yet i try to keep you happy in my nieve thoughts i pretend you still care
but im forced to face my fears you don't love me anymore
you call me a whore say im worth nothing say im a piece of trash
then you take off for days why do you come back to make me cry
to catch me with another person itll never happen because im not you
i beg you to leave me instead you refuse to go with one foot in the door you
rather let me know im tired of your pain and all your mental games one day
ill be the one who leaves you on your knees!
Form:
I’m not too sure will I make it
Confusing the day with night
My visions are sure they are naked
And see-through held up to the light
I’ve been thinking it out
Since that thief shut my mouth
With the words that he took to be true
He made off so fast
Couldn’t stop so he crashed
But too late I was wearing his shoes
I had to call up the doctor
I knew we would not have met by chance
But he said he was rather quite busy
And really tied up in his pants
I’m a casual liar
With a hypocrite smile
And I can’t get up from the ground
He said take some of these
Get up on your knees
Keep your loyalty profound
Lit up to take another hit
The swallow song had just begun
Threw away my senses so quick
Now I’d trade my eyelids for some
Couldn’t hear the clock
No ticking no tock
A timeless spell in the park
In the hours I had not
I was happy as I walked
Knowing shadows were not cast in the dark
‘Twas there I found Susanna the dancer
She opened the door well it was her place
Could see her wondering what’s he after
Is it a funny look or just his face?
Foot in the door wasn’t trying to sell
Couldn’t stand still
On no other shelf
Her creamy thighs opened
Without a noise spoken
That is all that I’m wanting to tell
Four Wheels
I saw a stranger in a wheelchair.
At the gym shooting hoops by herself.
The courage to keep on going.
No care toward what someone else would be saying.
In a big room all to yourself.
Enjoying life, with no one else.
When was the last time you helped out a stranger?
New memories they would be thankful for.
It’s better to give than to receive.
On four wheels, she was being the best she could be.
Do you ever take time out to wonder?
How can the brave move forward?
Just doing her own thing.
She wouldn’t have it any other way.
Someone like them inspires me.
Keep on going to the finish line you see.
Don’t take anything for granted.
The wheels spin in so many directions.
Maybe I’m just observant.
Seeing someone trying on their own.
No excuses for me not to go to the gym.
All the hard work will pay off to be slim.
Just put your foot in the door.
Work your heart out and drop to the floor.
I didn’t even know her name.
If I skipped a day, I have no one else to blame.
The one that shot hoops gave her all.
I guess her favorite sport would be basketball.
“America” a poem
America……….
America……….
The Beautiful
The Home of the Brave
Who’s going to help you, After all you do?
Who’s going to lead, When all you see is the greed?
We put our foot in the door; one more time than before but we forget the needs that we have right here,
The ones we say we hold so dear
America……….
America……….
We’re lovin Haiti but we’re killin in places like Kuwaiti!!
With all the kill'in we are makin, no wonder they are hat'in
What’s up with Iraq, Will our soldiers ever be able to come back?
We kill our men a time and again
Our country has no money, somethings sure feeling funny
We leave our people behind; The ones who are free but we’re sure not kind
We need to steer, what we hold so dear
The money we spend
The blood we shed
What about our poor and the sick that endure?
We’re out of work
Can’t pay our bills
Got no health care and our media keeps us scared
America……open your eyes………take care of your own
It’s sure not fair, when we’re all right here
We’re all right here
We’re all right here
America, take a look right here
Nigel is Britain’s most successful boccia player,
Having won eight major titles at the Worlds, Paras,
And so spoke out when Rio’s organisers, clever,
Refused to televise boccia’s intriguing blethers.
He says that boccia sports people need to get,
“our foot in the door” of live television coverage:
“I was disappointed in London [that] we didn’t get,
the media attention other sports did,” sacrilege,
which is frustrating because we [do] really want to,
showcase our sport. It’s very easy for me to say
boccia is fantastic. It’s brilliant, but unless [you know],
other people can get access to it, [okay, make way],
through the media, the wider audience are not,
going to get to know about boccia [sport straight].”
He refuses to retire so that he can get and pot,
“more publicity for the athletes in future.” Wait.
Born on 22nd May 1964 he’s an experienced man,
And won in Sydney 2000 a gold for the individual,
In Portugal 2002 two golds, Brazil 2006 he did can,
A bronze, then gold, silver in Beijing, he did angle.
When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone,
I wake up in the morning so far away from home.
When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost,
I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost.
So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can.
Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands,
my magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall.
Instead I remain so far away from home.
When I'm crying out for life,
I'll hold my dreams I have in store.
Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door.
And though I'll pay the price,
because I've sacrificed.
Soon I'll return again one day,
under Louisiana blue sky,
just so I could hold my,
magnolias crying in the rain.
Wish I could catch the drops that fall,
but instead I remain far away from home.
You gave me your hand to hold.
You kept me warm when I was cold.
So when my dreams unfold,
I'll be back to hold,
my magnolias crying in the rain,
so I can catch the drops that fall,
and no longer remain,
so far away from home.