Pathetic Poems - Poems about Pathetic

i opened the door to my stale heart and much to my dismay found there was much room for improvement AP: 1st place 2025, Front Page Pick 2025 Posted on March 22, 2025 (missed contest BLUE CHEESE AND OLD PICKLES sponsored by CRAIG CORNISH)...

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Don’t be foolish, Jenny! Don’t be pathetic, Jenny! Don’t you run away, ‘Cause this is your time! Don’t be stupid, Jenny! Don’t be pathetic, Jenny! Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life! Stand at attention, Straighten the spine, You are her teacher, so teach her at school She’s not your problem, She’s not your life, So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool Don’t be...

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Don’t be foolish Kid! Don’t be pathetic Kid! Don’t you run away, ‘Cause this is your time! Don’t be stupid, Jenny! Don’t be pathetic, Jenny! Don’t be anything ‘cause this is your life! Stand at attention, Straighten the spine, You are her teacher, so teach her at school She’s not your problem, She’s not in your life, So pretend to move on and don’t be a fool Don’t...

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{“The salty ocean splashes and smears against my knees and I cannot help but mistake it for the bleeding of my heart they tarnished and flashed open. From the cool air that shafts within the breeze, your breeze. The willows for which I take a glimpse at, confining our prosperity. Introspection they seize with their...

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I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, afraid of shadows and their own demons. Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake. Be a warrior, not a weakling. Face your fears, and let the darkness fuel your lights fire. Weakness is not an option....

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It is fallacious to pretend we contrive to “become ourselves” when there’s no one to observe us. Mere mice with conceits of grandeur prowling proud like cats in the night - Hubris holds high its hoary head. We are ever just whom we are, we can’t be more and can’t be less until finally we are not. ...

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The woman next door yells Help me! She swears like a sailor Is she insane or that's her game ? She’s a bloody wailer Inside my room,”pipe down” I yell In hall I say, “quiet” In her room, she yells “Go to Hell” This hap’s a bloody riot She screams follies, I get no peace Full of gall what...

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False Friend. Your bull smeared on crystal glass Comes out of your mouth, out of your ass Your high society, hold your pinky high You found the gutter, reaching for the sky Condescending, patronising, business failure Buy a jacket from a top-hole tailor. You can’t buy class it’s all pretence. Doing things that are complete nonsense. Making plans, planned never to keep. Used to control,...

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There's an evil smirk in every smile, do you enjoy make fun of people... when they try to get some advice and you let them straddle? Isn't there something too fickle about the words you gobble? To admire you is so pathetic, handling truth makes you panicky; asking you the easiest question is climbing mountains, instead of hills! Foolish jabber learn communication; face what scares...

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Maybe I'm pathetic as I heel by your door waiting for more knowing there's not much of anything in store. But I would wait for you forever and a day I can't take a hint I'm just not clever that way. If I was a millionaire I buy you the moon so it could shine up in the sky Just for you. But I...

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It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early. I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished to tell a pathetic story, steps tattered and wished to say-''I am too exhausted to walk''. His broken voice reminded me the broken string of my heart that I played oneday, he hid the thick tears behind the curtain...

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Written: October 21, 2023 ______________________________ To be quite truthful—this epoch is tedious. I dread them at times, analogous to previous Dyed by a lack of variance and fluctuation. Iterate routine rituals—meals, bills,...

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As the weather chooses its flavour for the hour, Stubble-ended wood shaves itself on the layers of unseen ground. Synthetic puke seeps through pores seeking to devour Every tiny, curled hair floating in the murk around and around. Pool party skies reside a millimeter higher than the tallest fingertip: Leftovers infect this mass of last meals passed on. A spindle of...

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Naive in my ways, I always seem to fall for the same "vixen", You know the type, Short, thick, fair skinned beauties from the land of milk and honey, that just happen to be in a relationship, Naive in my ways, I always seem to fall for her simplistic "deception", You know the type, "I love you, I miss you, I never...

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Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre HENCE....herewith, a post (traumatic) stressed disordered poetic whim to summarize fantasy incorrigible lottery dreamer paradise visage and eyes zapping, swatting, and battling a bulge with dollar signs whets imagination with Mega Million ticket bought temptation for instant millions human foible to reach for elusive pot of gold streak of universal desire for potential wealth overtakes rational self with...

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