No Problem Poems - Poems about No Problem

His narcissism’s off the charts Only psychos say he’s got smarts This china shop bull Sells shopping carts full Of shlock from his rear-facing parts...

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What’s a girl to do Looking looking looking For completion in a partial world. Will it be under this rock, Or along that stream I’ll find my prince charming In the form of a frog? And then what, How many kisses will it take to know? What’s a boy to do When all around the voices say Don’t don’t don’t It’s a jungle out there After the age...

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Summersaulting on the clouds of time Makes me thirsty for yesterday’s old ones They were the best; their laps were soft. Kindness was their middle name. Their first name polite. No one said, “no problem”. They said, “You are welcome”. “No problem” to me means “you are not really welcome”. My mind growls and snarls every time I hear it. Curtseys are weird, and...

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Problems are stones Thrown at me I pick them To throw back...

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It is okay to sob sometime, when i find the sky above my head is not clementine. It is pouring love by shedding little and crying. My heart is beating little more and feeling divine. Missing him like i am no more mine....

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Sore fingers are no problem I can work around them High ho High Hey! Ouch! Typing hurts a lot I can do other things I give my hand a quick squeeze No worries I tell her Until I try to tie my shoes Double ouch!...

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There is no problem with overcrowded prisons Don’t worry All the jails are overcrowded You have to make a reservation These days Go for one more traffic violation Indulge in your crimes Bring a cushion When it is your turn And the waiting is over When all the prisoners stare at you You know you are at home...

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Tonight from our distant, foreign shore Tonight where the waves of Florida splash the shore Tonight, like children hunger for a mother's breast Tonight, Jamaica, your lore abates the stress. And the children in the yard playing there Hide and seek in the guinea grass Find there life no problem there. Jamaica, no problem! O Jamaica, We were down by the jetty in...

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A rainy day? At heart I'm gay I can still play Until see a sun ray!...

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Life seems a never ending struggle, or times of loss. From our own iniquities will our youth pay the cost? All the hunger, all the drugs No more love who cares enough to hug So many types of addictions Are we guilty of so many inner afflictions Calling each other names I think everyone is to blame So much killing and crimes...

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